The Saturday Evening Post 1919-06-07: Vol 191 Iss 49

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST £2. i as 6=Second Philadelphia Entered Clase Matter, ber 18 s a id “ . * 4 aN ‘ | Post Of t Philadelphia, Und 7 73 2 4 . % % ee Act of March 3, 1999 .fOUuUnGaGea + \4imh ' ee ed JUNE 7, 1919 | 5c. THE COPY Beginning A SALVAGE: A Tish Story -—By Mary Roberts Rinehart

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oe Company William Boyd, Advertising Director London: 0, Henrietta Street = Churchill Williams, F. S. Bigelow, | A.W. Neall, H. D. WalKer, E. Dinsmore, Associate Editors neGuctiinn THE SATURDAY Cyrus H. K. Curtis, President C. MH. Ludington, Vice-President and Treasurer P. S. Collins, Genera! Business Manager Walter D. Fuller, Secretary Independence Square, Philadelphia Founded A’D' 1728 Sy Benj. Franklin Entered as Second-Class Matter at ihe Covent Garden, W. C Copyright, 1919, by the Curtis Publishing Company in the United States and Great Britain Post-Office Department, Otiewa, Canada Oc. in Canada Volume 191 Sc. THE copr PHILADELPHIA, JUNE 7, 1919 $2.00 THE YEAR George Horace Lorimer EDITOR Walier H. Dower, Art Editor | —_ | Entered as Second-Class Matier, November 15 1879, at the Post Office at Philedelphis | Under the Act of March 3, 1879 | Number 49 Paine soe nae ee ce By Mary Roberts Rinehart agreat changein Tish. Sheseemed for the first time to regret that she was ILLUSTRATED BY MAY a woman, and there were times when that wonderful poise and dignity that had al- ways distinguished her, even under the most trying circumstances, almost de- serted her. She wrote, I remember, a number of letters to the President, offer- ing to go into the Secret Service, and sending a pho- tograph of the bandit had caught in Glacier Park sut she only received a let ter from Mr. Tumulty i: reply, commencing “‘ May I not thank you,” but saying that the Intelligence De partment had recent been increased by pract cally the entire populatio of the country, and sug gesting that she could best use her energies for the na tional welfare by working for the return of the Den ocratic Party in 1920. However, as Tish is a Republican she was not i terested in this, and for a time she worked valiant! for the Red Cross and spent her evenings learning the national anthem. But she recited it, since, as the well-known writer, Mr. Irvin Cobb, has observed, it can only be properly sung by a boy whose voice i changing. It was evident, however, that she was in creasingly restive, and a I look back I wonder that we did not realize that there was danger in her very repression. As Aggie has said, Tish is voleanic in her tempera ment; she remains inactive for certain preparatory periods, but when she overflows she does so thor oughly. The most ominous sig was when, in July of 1917, she stopped knitting and took up French. Only the other day, while house cleaning, she came across the aéroplane photograph of the French V illage of V , where I Was Obliged to Stand on a Chair to Feed Aggie Her Beef Tea our extraordinary experi- ence befell us, and she turned on us both with that satiric yet kindly gaze which we both knew so well. “If you two idiots had had your way,” she observed, “‘I should have been knitting so many socks for Charlie Sands that he’d have had to be a centipede to wear ‘em all, instead of “Tish,” Aggie said in a shivering voice, ‘I wish you wouldn’t talk about it. I can’t bear it, that’s all. It sets me shivering.” Tish eyed her coldly. ‘‘The body is entirely controlled by the mind, Aggie,” she reminded her. ‘‘And when I remember how nearly your lack of control cost us our lives, when you insisted on sneezing ——” cetera, going about the country. receiving the Croix de Guerre, ey saw that French general again. If you had been in a shell full of water up to your neck, Tish ‘The difference betwee you and me replied calmly, ‘‘is that I have been in a shell hole i} ip to my neck.”” The war wa n, of course, but there was still a disturbed condition I certain countries, and it gz of sendir M4 nto Russia,” he aid thoughtfully. “I suppose that Russian laundre ‘ the Ostermaiers’ coul teach a body to talk enough to get about with.” Shortly after that A gyi disappeared, and | found her later on in Tish’s bat! room crying into a Turk towel ‘I won't go, Lizzie,”’ she aid, ‘‘and that’s flat! I've e my share, and if 7 arberry thinks I am going my life falling into shell holes and being potted al t all sorts of trange men he can just think again Besides that, I have been ie to the memory of one moral foreigners.” Agpic had ner outhn een bet hed to a ger emat he roofing bu ‘ had met witha f tunate recide ( gto ha g slipped on a n itter without er t one rainy da and juite t ie that eT id been ed 1 { } re ! neral ndama | t} had t even bee ed BB that time } | ’ the ler ' f ’ | i ecret * Aggie I uid idden suspiciot ; iven’t told My ()ste LleT { it t! il il ive i Aggie put dov I e] 1 | ( 1 iid she } 1 gor edt e he I ed ky et ned of the t f\ e€ ol ir be vy ae ir the isua

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However, in ew of the unfortunate p iblic ity I have ecided to make t} ecord of the actual incident of the French town of \ I the ste has got in the papers, d onl esterda Tish discovered that the pleasant ny mar no id bee t y to se ner a washing achine is really a ne paper reporter in disguise Certain things are not true, We did not see or have nversation with the former Emperor of the Ger il r were al of ded, though Aggie got a ece i plaster ne Vv eve nen a she hit the churel f, and I was bad itched by barbed wire. It is not ie, either, that Aggie id her teeth knocked out by a (,erman sent t I itely fell in the darkness and t her upper set, a t was impo ible to light a match in cle to sear f he It was, as I have July of the first year of the war it | h Agvie and I ed the change in Tish. She ew moody and alt ete and on two Sundays in suc ¢ n she turned er her Sunda chool class to me and ent for long waiks into the country Also, going to her partment r nda dinner on, I believe, the second lay of e month we were startled to see the Anderson ‘ ‘ eople ( | the lower floor of the build y, running it I nt the treet The aid that the A had been q ’ ‘ th meone in the furnace ‘ ind that f } rd hich they could plainly ear, the id got to sl g, and a bullet had come up hrough the flo ind hit the phonograph. I had a strange feeling at once, and I caught Aggie’s wonized eye ' e. We remained for some time in the treet, and then, everything seeming to be quiet, we ven tured i th vo policeme leading the way, and the Anderson baby left outside in its perambulator for fear of i ident All is quiet } ever, and we made our way pstairs to ‘Tish’s apartment he was waiting for us, and eading the Presbyterian Banner, but I thought she was t too cal her e told her of the Andersons’ ter- experience It’s a good riddance,” she said, referring to the phono- raph. ‘* Beside what right have people over here to fuss i it one bullet? Think of our boys in the trenches.” After a time she looked up suddenly and said: It didn’t go anywhere near the baby, 1 sup- ye We said it had not, and she then observed that e building is a mere hell, and that people th small children should raise that Hannah came oe omewhat later, looking ver lool china closet and paying blac kmail. itor will collect a hundred dollars ut phonograph never cost more il \ It was during dinner—Ti Horace Fletcher for ilmost from one to the next ind said the janitor wanted to ent out and came bach is irritated as our dear ‘Tish ¢ her pocket boot from behind the ent out again, 1 expected as much,” Hannah said. lish’s maid ‘She’ is net that jar from her, and tl han thirty-five They're paying for it on the installment plan, and he man only gets a dollar a week.’ “Hannah,” I said sharply, “i you mean to insinuate as “Me?” Hannah replied in a hur ne. “I don't insinuate anything if 1 was called to-morrow before f t it judge and jury I'd say that for all Mi lish was re Banner all morning. But I'd pray they wouldn’t take a trip here anc I know uding the ook in the upper right-hand side board drawer She the he door n went out and slammec Aggie and I make it a point o l f Tish’s nor never to pry into ecret o we did not, of course, ok into the drawer However, a moment later | happened to upset y gl of water and naturally went to the sideboard drawer it question for a fre napkin. And lis! revolver was lying under eath her best monogrammed tray prrgen It's there, Aggie,” Isaid. “‘ Her revolver, She's ] ticing again; ind you know what that means— van © Aggie gave a low moan, “I wish we'd let her get that aéroplane She might have been atisfied, Lizzie,” she said in a haken voice “She might have been dead too,” 1 replied witheringly. them in the coun- h had been reading ome time, and me als lasted She and got Hannah Like One Morning While Tish and Mr. Burton Were Waiking by Her Chair She Dropped a Book THE SATURDAY EVENING POST And then Tish came back. She said nothing about the Andersons; but later on when the baby started to cry she observed rather bitterly that she didn’t see why people had to have a phonograph when they had that, and that personally she felt that whoever destroyed that phono- graph should have a vote of thanks instead of She did not complete the sentence. It w soon after that that went to visit Charlie Sands, Tish’s nephew, at the camp where he was learnin . } > I r. We called to see the colonel in command as we to be ar office first, and Aggie gave him two extra blankets for Charlie ’ bed and a pair of knitted bedroom slippers. He was very nice to us Sand and promised to see personally that they went on the proper bed. ‘I'm always delighted to attend to these little things,” he said. ‘Fine to feel that our boys are comfortable. You haven't by any chance brought an eiderdown pillow?” He seemed very regretful when he found we had not tho ight of one. “That's too bad,” he said. “I’ve discovered that there is nothing so comforting as a down pillow after a day of strenuous labor.”’ It was rather disappointing to find that the duties of his position kept him closely confined to the office, and that therefore he had not yet had the pleasure of meeting Tish’s nephew, but he said he had no doubt they would meet before long. ‘They’re all brought in here sooner or later, for one thing or another,”’ he said pleasantly. As Tish observed going out, it was pleasant to think of Charlie Sands’ being in such good hands. It did find him, lying on his stomach in a mud puddle with a rifle in front of him. We did recognize him at as a lot of men were yelling, and indeed just at first was, however, rather a shock to find him, when we not once, he did not seem particularly glad to see us. “Suffering cats!’ he shouted. ‘Don’t you shooting? You'll be killed. Get behind the line!”’ “‘T guess it won't defeat the Allies if you stop shooting for two minutes,”” Tish observed with her splendid poise. “But if will take charge of thi see we're homemade apple you ne ee ana ~ 7” ME wae ponte * Oamare me y, & , fa 7 June 7,1919 butter, which I didn’t trust your colonel with, we will go to your sitting room, or wherever it is you receive visitors.” There was quite a crowd of young officers round us by that time and we waited to be introduced. But Charlie Sands did not seem to think of it, so Tish put down the apple butter on the ground and said to one of them: ‘“‘Now, young man, since we seem to be in your way, perhaps you will take us to some place to wait for my nephew.”’ Then seeing that he looked rather strange she added: Sut perhaps you have never met. This is my nephew, Mr. Sands. If you will tell me who you are vg “‘Williams is my name,” he said. ‘‘I— Major Williams. I—I’ve met your nephew—that Private Sands, he Y. M. C, A. hut, and report back Is take these ladies to t here in an hour.”’ Tish did not like this; nor did I. As Tish observed later he might have been speaking to the butler. “‘He might at least have said ‘ Mister,’ and a ‘please’ hurts no one,” As for giving him only an hour when we had come a hundred miles—it was absurd. But war does queer things. It had indeed strangely altered Tish’s nephew. We were all worried about him that day. It was his manner that was odd. He seemed, as Tish said later, suppressed. When for instance we wished to take him back to headquarter “Who? she said. and present him to the colonel he said at once: Me? The colonel! Say, you'd better get this and get it right: I’m nothing here. I’m less than nothing. Why, the colonel could walk right over me on the parade ground and never even know he’d stepped on anything. If I was a louse and he was a can of insect powder - ‘““Now see here, Charlie Sands,” T ‘T'll ish said firmly trouble you to remember that there are certain words not in my vocabulary; and louse is one of them.” “Still, a vocabulary is a ean think of,”’ he observed. ‘‘What is more,’ Tish added, ‘‘you are misjudging that charming colonel. He told us himself that he tried to be a mother to you all.” She then told him how in the blankets, and so on, but I must say Charlie Sands queer about it. He stopped and looked at all in turn, and then got the dirtiest handker« hief I have ever seen and wiped his forehead with it. “Perhaps you’d better say it again,” You better plac e than some others I interested the colonel had been Was ve ry us he out he said; “] don’t seem to get it altogether. are sure it was the colonel?” So Tish repeated it, but when she came to the eiderdown pillow he held up his hand. ** All right,” ‘I believe you. I he said in a strange tone. you don’t mind if | go and get a drink of water, do you? My mouth is dry.” Dear Tish watched him as he went away, and shook her head. “He is changed already,” observed sadly. ‘*‘That is one of the deadliest effects of war. It takes the bright young spirit of youth and feeds it on stuff cooked by men, with not even time enough to chew properly, and puts it on its stomach in the mud, while its head is in the clouds of idealism. I think that a letter to the Secre- tary of War might be effective.” I must admit that we had a series of disappointments that day. The first was in finding that they had put Tish’s nephew, a grandson of a former Justice of the Supreme Court, into a build- ing with a number of other men. Not only that but without much as a screen, or a closet which to hang up his clothing. ‘What do you mean, hang up my clothes?”” he said when protested. “They’re hung up all right —on me.” “*Itseems rather terrible,”’ Aggie objected gently. ‘‘No privacy or anything.” “Privacy! thing to hide.”’ We found some little comfort, however, in the fact that beneath the pitiful cot that he called his bed he had a small tin trunk, Even that was destroyed, how- ever, by the entrance of a thin young man called Smithers, who reached under the cot and dragging out the trunk proceeded to take out one of the pairs of socks that Aggie had knitted. she so in we I haven’t got any-

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “But,’’ He Said, and Stared at All of Us, “*You are —— Do You Know That Our Trenches are Just Beyond This Hilti?’ : _ ees Charlie Sands paid no attention, but Tish fixed this “That the camp cooks be instructed to use hemmed tea TisH: Then you are a better housekeeper than I thought person with a cold eye. towels instead of sacking, and to boil the dish towels after you were ‘‘Haven’t you made a mistake?” she inquired. The each meal, preferably with soap powder and soda. THE COLONEL: I beg your pard young man was changing his socks, with his back to us, “That screens be provided between cots, to give that TISH magnanimously You may not know much about } and he looked back over his shoulder. measure of privacy necessary toa man’s self respect. dishcloths, but you are right about flag They do f ide, “Sorry!’’ he said. ‘‘Didn’t like to ask you to go out. “Large, commodious clothes closets in the barracks. A and I dare say dew is about as bad as rain for them | Haven't any place else to go, you know,” bag of camphor in each one wo erve to keep away He seemed very much gratified by her ipproval, and *Aren’t you putting on my nephew's socks?” moths. Also, that wearing apparel should not be bor- said in twenty-five years in the Army he had never failed “Extraordinary!” he said. ‘‘Did you notice that?”’ rowed. to have the flag brought in at night. ‘I may fail in other “‘T’ll trouble you to take them off, young man.” **All army blankets should be marked as to the end to things,”’ he said wistfull “To err is humar uu know. “Well,” he said reflectively, “I'll tell you what we'll do: goto the top of the cot. Sheets should also be provided, as But the flag propositior one I stand pat or I'll take off these socks if he'll return what he’s got on that blankets scratch and have a tendency to keep the soldier It was after our returr t to the camp that the real belongs to me. I don’t remember exac tly, but I'm darn awake, change i Tish be v We ha iyone to our cottage in Lake sure of his underwear and his breeches. You see, while you “Soda fountains here and there through the camp would Penzance for the summer, and Tish suggested that we 1 good people at home are talking demox racy we're practic - doa great deal to prevent the men in training from going st idy French there he had an excellent French bool 2 ing it, and Sands’ idea is the best yet. He swaps anentire to neighboring towns after certain deleterious liquids. with photographs in it showing where to place the tongue outfit for a pair of so Even the Democratic Party [{Should, however, be served by male attendants.} and how to pucker the lips for certain sound At first she can’t improve on that.” “‘Pyjamas should be included in every soldier’s equip- did not allow us to do anything but practice these facial Tish was very thoughtful during the remainder of the ment. [Charlie Sands had told us a startling thing. On expressions, and I remember finding Hannah in the kitchen | afternoon, but she brightened somewhat when, later on, inquiring what had become of the raw-silk pyjamas we one night crying into her bread sponge and asking het we sat on the steps of a building watching Charlie Sands had made him as a part of his army equipment he con- what the trouble wa ] and a number of others’ going through what Major fessed that he did not use them, and in fact had torn them “I just can’t bear it, Miss Lizzie,”’ she said; ‘when | Williams called setting-up exercises. She was greatly into tags to clean his gun. He went: even further, and look in and see the three of you sitting there making face interested and made notes in her memorandum book. I _ stated that it was not the custom of the men to use pyja- I nearly go crazy. I’ve got so I do it myself, and the m have a copy of the book before me now. The letters T,S, mas at all, and that in fact on cold nights some of them man won't leave the bottles no nearer than the gate.” A and B stand respectively for Toes, Stomach, Arms and merely removed their hats and shoes, and then retired After some days of silent practice Tish considered th Back. I shall not quote all Tish’s notes, but this one, for “Table linen, even if coarse, should be provided. Are we could advance a lesson, and we began with syllabl instance, is illustrative of her thorough methods: our men to come back to us savages?” ounds, thu “Lying on B. in mud, H. flat on ground, L. rigidly Ba—Said with tip of tongue against lower teeth na | extended: Raise L. in air six times. Retaining prone posi- It may have been purely coincidence, but soon after Be —Show two upper middle teet} tion rise to sitting position without aid of A., but using S. Tish’s recommendations had been received at the War Bi — Broad smilt | muscles. Repeat six times. |Note: Director uses lan- Department the Fosdick Commission was appointed Bu —~ Whistle guage unfitting a soldier and a gentleman. Report to the Yet we carried away a conviction that though certain Bon Pout q Secretary of War.]’’ things had been sadly neglected Charlie Sands was in good It was an excellent method, though we all found She recorded the other movements with similar care, hands. The colonel came up to speak to us when, seeing culty in showing only two upper middle teet! and after one is the thoughtful observation: ‘‘Excellent the men standing in rows on the parade ground about There were also syllables which called for hollow chee to make Lizzie look less like a bolster.” sunset while the band played, we stood watching and I remember Tish’s irritation at my failure I find all of Tish’s notes taken that day as very indica- He was very pleasant, and said that they were about to “If you would eat less whipped cream, I it he said tive of the thoroughness with which she does everything. bring in the flag. Some such conversation then ensued cathingly, ‘you might learn the French language. Other For instance she made the following recommendations to TisH: Do you bring in the flag every niyht”? vise you might as well give 5.” be sent to the War Department THE COLONEI Kevery night, madam Continued on Page 103

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N THE United tate there are 16,000,000 rke! } lose 000,000 working days a year fron preventable iline \ " yg that ‘ average wage IS }0.co a da the annual logs to the workers and to the natior more tha i! ( ur t luding the to é ‘ thr gh a decrease in e] ‘ il productive ca pacit ict auste | pa ind or furnishes proof that peace has its battles is well as w Throughout the world industrial liscontent Ilere in the United States the da f wit he war have revealed i lukewarm lovalty among some of our lustrial rker Clever agents of dis rder e spreading the gospel of vit ence and re I It ul e to assume that wages and urs are the or cau of labor unrest. Good healt} i fundamental of individ ial and « | ition cece a well as an essential to the rapid development of a nation Our sedate lawmakers go on ear after year in thei partisan discus ons of the ume old theme while the live fires of human miser most of which could be extinguished —continue to rage In war or disaster the nation jumps to arms, but we are slow in rousing the same pirit tocombat dangers where the knowl edge must be conveyed through the in — tellect and not by stimulation of the emotion The man of wealth can live on the interest from his capital, and therefore does not re- juire health in order to exist. The health of the workman l hi onl important usset and without it he loses the ower to earn a living Even a slight betterment in the population increases the total work- ult that there is level of wages. I health of a country’ of the whole nation, with the re in the hh ACCOMP ny i reuse Waste That Follows Sickness ()' COU RSE higher wage il through affording the worl put ewise produce better health man opportunity Lloimprove onditior increased no more a hi living ( olution of the health problem than they are of the labor wages are problem. An investigation in New York showed con- clusively that more poverty is caused by sickness than there is sickne caused by povert Money is not the jlution—the re in education. We must get a better than cure; medy le firm hold on the idea that ind this per cent of the natior doctor preve ntion 1s truth will avail t nothing o long as ninety-nine themselves not to devote prevention bu* to curing the ills of mankind. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 7,1919 cream of the nation’s manhood. Not all the figures are yet available, but those at hand show a rejection rate for physical reasons of about thirty-three per cent. When we recall that this test was made on the most virile part of our population the result carries added importance and reveals what a high degree of impair- ment exists among groups of supposedly healthy persons. Eyes and teeth alone caused the rejec- tion of eleven men in every hundred. Such a degenerative tendency reflects serious faults in our social system. So high a percentage of unfitness for general life is not a necessary by-product of our civilization. An analysis showed that sixty per cent of the men rejected owed their impairments either to ignorance or to neglect. Now that we can no longer assume that all persons who are busy at their work are sound and fit, the way is open for effective work along lines of prevention. Turnover Costs HE question rises: Are we going to wait another generation for a world ca- tastrophe again to bring about a physical examination of the nation’s young men? Or shall we see the immediate need for 4 child hygiene and realize the great im- A Cooking Class at Calumet Welfare House, of the H.C. Frick Coke Company No condition to-day is more amazing than the apathy vhich the average individual regards the body he lives in. As an example of this peculiar attitude of mind let me cite the case of a great insurance company that started an investigation along lines of health extension. This concern figured that if it could extend the life of each of its 600,000 policyholders for one year the saving in in- terest on death payments, added to the additional pre- that would be received, would amount to more than eighty million dollars. The company accordingly made arrangements with a life-extension corporation and offered a free examination to each of its policyholders. Out of the 600,000 insured persons only ten per cent accepted the company’s offer, which though made as a purely business proposition was intended for no other yurpose than to lengthen the number of days on earth of the insurance company’s clients. Up until recently there has been a general disposition to classify people into three groups—the well, the sick and the dead. This idea is one of the many that were changed by the war. The military machine that was established included in its work a tremendous physical try-out of the with miums portance of universal physical training and of standardized periodic physical examinations. It is perhaps too much to expect that we can soon treat the common citizen like the enlisted soldier and subject him to criminal trial if he refuses an operation that would make him fit for active industrial service; how- ever, we can move swiftly to correct the evils the war has revealed and push aside the standpatters who assume to believe that everything is as it should be. What is there in all this for the industries of America? How can the fruits of our knowledge be utilized in a prac- tical way? A number of large companies in various indus- tries have already discerned the trend of events. They realize that compulsory accident insurance is but a fore- runner to sickness insurance. They recognize that ill health is one of the great causes of labor turnover, and since it costs twenty-five dollars to three hundred dollars to break in a new man the saving that results from having permanent workmen is an item of much importance. Then in addition to stability there is a marked increase in the working efficiency of a force when physical defects and faulty living habits have been largely corrected. Let me take for example the case of one corporation whose directors decided that asa purely business proposition Community Gardens of Employees at Mingo Junction, Ohio

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the concern would defray the costs of a careful phys- icalexamination of one hun- dred of its principal employees. A company do- ing this kind of work and organized on a semiphilan- thropic basis, charging ten dollars a person for exam nations, wasasked tounder- take the work. Following is the report that was made: EXAMINATION OF EMPLOYEES—APRIL, 1918 SUMMARY OF FID n fa ) NI SO vi ' 1 oO i Average age of me t Ave re age of mer yr \ eeded t } \ } 10 ' mer A con e Classiled as 1ollow SLIGHTLY IMPAIRED MI M I I i Cal impa y obse ort enice guid e U } M WOMEN , a t ' M RATELY PAIRED uy CENT CENT ‘ \ pa { it t ‘ ‘ il attent 19 ) \lo ‘ lefect, n i mn 1 i tion to h g Ss 2 ADVA IMPAIRS \dvanced | i pa ‘ stematic I al " } J 4 4 ™ Dp i t t t i ute atte 5 ) Of t f people t 1 five , i} ni ( t r t + 5 ti { ( ent f ANALYSI F IMPAIRMI MEN WOM Mt ‘ EI ; () he Va ‘ Q I eart 7 s M ‘ 4 r IN 4 \l t} ) \l t t Is ~/ Win ‘ Ne Lu positive sig Hiood t Speci ife mn (genito-u Ml I ‘ \ t thickened (ct l liat raj ! 4 | it bile { Digestive irbance ( tipa N t at, respirat Teeth and gur Anemia ] n diet } rs in personal f t ' rault ) { ¢ r | ty post ture th ¢ THE SATURDAY EVENING POST These Plots, 50x90 Feet, Were Furnished to Workmen by the Carnegie Steel Company CENT CI Weal tinal 1 tendency to her 2 0 Overweight y i) ly ght ) Une fied 26 ’ \ cust iY ich a pla f ' alt npr ent th ( “ f wed | f tigatio it five n ‘ Hye A tt result CHeck | EPTEMBEI 8 N , ech ip 4 ITEM F IMPROVEMEN NUMBE ree ENT Blood p 7 1 Lut l 2 | l 2 Urina 2 { Tee 12 24 bye } t Ka 2 i Weight 1 | 29 Constipatior 2 { Personal hygiene 2 $ Cneck Ur—Ft A NY Numbe I prove I f ) MS OF IMPROVEMENT NUMBER soo Blood pri 10) 2 Tox 5 : h l Wi ‘ 9 f Diet l The foregoing health test is typical of what will be found in any case of an average industrial group. It repre sents the carrying out of a plan that will eventually over- come the conservatism and ignorance of employers and the pride and suspicion of employees. The day is near when as a matter of self-pre servation industries will be obliged to take effective action to keep their workers well, in order toreduce the cost to business of men absent through preventable causes, and of men on the job but operating at low efficiency because they are physically below par. It is a fact that most people, and especially our foreign classes, do not consult a doctor except in extreme emer gency. The average individual waits until a minor malady has grown into a serious disease, when far more attention is needed to effect a cure than would have been the case had the trouble been remedied promptly. The man operating a motor car or having care of a machine in a factory does not wait until the mechanism finally stops, but on hearing the first unusual sound immediately gos after the trouble. Why this discrimination favoring the device of steel over the human engine, which is much more (Continued on Page 61

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YUTT & THE SATURDAY EVENING POST D MR. T

June 7,1919

Case Number One: “The People vs. Angelo Seraphino” Swatch: By ARTHUR TRAIN LA HOCHEF

I AYS he killed him, and that’s all there is about it!” said Tutt to Mr. Tutt. ‘‘What ure u going to do with a fellow like that?” The iu partner of the celebrated firm of Tutt & Tutt, attorne ind inselors at law, thrust his hands deep nto the | f ‘ v checked breeches and, bal- ancing himeell uy the hee of his patent-leather boots, gaze ‘ essed pectf inquiring manner at his listinguist ‘ ‘Yes,”” he repeated plaintivel “He don’t make any bones al tit at ire, | killed him!’ says he. ‘And I'd kill hin in, the !’ | prefer not to quote his exact language. I've just come f the Tombs and had quite a tall +} eraphino the counsel room, with a gum- F ng keeper tting the corner watching me for fear I'd slip his prisoner a saw file or a shotgun or a barrel of pe I'm all in! These murder cases drive me to drink, Mr. Tutt. I don’t mind grand larceny, forgery, assault or even manslaughter — but murder gets my goat! And when 1 have a crazy Italian for a chent who says he’s glad he did it and ild like to do it again—please excuse me! It isn't law; it’ ticide!”’ He drew out a k handkerchief ornamented with the olors of the Allies and wiped | forehead despairingly. Oh,” remarked Mr. Tutt with entire good nature. He ylad he did it and he quite willing to be hanged! That's itinar hell!’’ replied Tutt. The senior partner of Tutt & Tutt ran his bony fingers throug the lan yra | ks over his left eye and tilted eilingward the stogy between his thin liy Then he leaned ack in his antique vivel chair, locked his hands behind his head, elevated | long leg luxuriou ly, and crossed his feet upon the fourth volume of the American and English Eneyclopedia of Law, which lay open upon the desk at Champerty and Maintenance, Even in this inelegant and relaxed posture he somehow managed to maintain the air que dignity which always made his tall, ungainly Indubitably Mr. Ephraim Tutt suggested a past generation, the suggestion of diction a trifle out of character with the rushing age in which he saw fit to “Cheer up, Tutt, toward his of pieture fiyure notiweabie any courtroom, being accentuated by a slight pedantry ” practice | time-honored profes ion, aid he pushing a box of togies vith the toe of | congre boot. “‘Have a weed partner >” ince in the office of Tutt & Tutt such an invitation, like those of royalty, was equivalent to a mmand Tutt acquiesced Thank you, Mr. Tutt.”’ said Tutt, woking about vaguely for a match That eons encele brat ofa Willie eal em all,” growled Mr, Tutt Ring the be ; Tutt obeved Hle was a short, brisk little man with a pronounced abdon « nal ¢ vexity, and he maintained to superior, though but a few vears his junior, a mingled attitude of ve, admiration and affection such asa dickey bird might adopt toward a dis- tinguished ow] his attitude was tire office force. Inside the ground glass of the outer door Ephraim Tutt was king. To Tutt the opinion of Mr. Tutt upon any subject whatsoever was law, even if the courts might have held to To Tutt he was the eter- hared by the en- the contrary. nal fount of wisdom, culture and moral- ity. Yet until Mr. Tutt had finally elucidated his views Tutt did not hesi- tate to hold conditional if temporary opinions of his own. Briefly their rela- tions were symbolized by the circum- tance that while Tutt alway : addressed his senior partner as ‘Mr, Tutt,” the latter accosted him simply as “Tutt.” In a word there was only one Mr. Tutt in the firm of Tutt & Tutt. But so far as that went there was only one Tutt, On the theory that a lily can- not be painted, the estate of one seem- ingly was as dignified as that of the other t any rate there never was and ever had been any confusion or ambi- guity arising out of the matter since the Reosatina Gazed for One Brief Instant Upon the Twelve Men in ILLUSTRATED BY ARTHUR WILLIAM BROWN day, twenty years before, when Tutt had visited Mr. Tutt’s law office in search of employment. Mr. Tutt was just rising into fame as a police-court lawyer. Tutt had only recently been admitted to the bar, having abandoned his native city of Bangor, Maine, for the metropolis. “‘And may I ask why you should come to me?” Mr. Tutt had demanded severely from behind the stogy, which even at that early date had been as much a part of his facial anatomy as his long ruminative nose, ‘“‘Why the devil should you come to me? I am nobody, sir—nobody! In this great city certainly there are thousands far more qualified than I to further your professional and financial advancement.” “Because,” answered the inspired Tutt with modesty, “*T feel that with you I should be associated with a good name.” That had settled the matter. They bore no relationship to one another, but they were the only Tutts in the city and there seemed to be a certain propriety in their hanging together. Neither had regretted it for a moment, and as the years passed they became indispensable to each other. They were the necessary component parts of a harmonious legal whole. Mr. Tutt was the brains and the voice, while Tutt was the eyes and legs of a combination that at intervals—rare ones, it must be confessed—made the law tremble, sometimes in fear and more often with joy. At first, speaking figuratively, Tutt merely carried Mr. Tutt’s bag—rode on his coat tails, as it were; but as time went on his activity, ingenuity and industry made him indispensable and led to a junior partnership. Tutt pre- pared the cases for Mr. Tutt to try. Both were well versed in the law if <b they were not pro- i found lawyers, but

as the origin of the firm was humble, their practice was of ““Never turn down a case,” was Tutt’s motto. “Our duty as sworn officers of the judicial branch of the Government renders it incumbent upon us to perform whatever services our clients’ exigencies demand,” was Mr. Tutt’s way of putting it. In the end it amounted to exactly the same thing. Asa result, in addition to their own clientele, other members of the bar who found themselves encumbered with matters which for one reason or another they preferred not to handle formed the habit of turning them over to Tutt & Tutt. A never-ending stream of peculiar cases flowed through the office, each leaving behind it some residuum of golden dust, however small. The stately or, as an unkind observer might have put it, the ramshackly form of the senior partner was a constant figure in all the court from that of the coroner on the one hand to the appellate tribunals upon the other. It was immaterial to him what the case was about—whether it dealt with the “next eventual estate”’ or the damages for a dog bite—so long as he was paid and Tutt prepared it. Hence Tutt & Tutt prospered. And as the law, like any other profession, requires jacks-of-all-trades, the firm acquired a certain peculiar professional standing of its ow n, and enjoyed t! good will of the bar as a whole. They had the reputation of being sound lawyers if not overafflicted with a sense of professional dignity, whose word was better than their bond, yet who, faithful to the clients’ interests, knew no mercy and gave no quarter They took and pressed cases which other lawyers dared not touch lest they should be defiled —and nobody seemed to think any the less of them for so doing. They raised points that made the refinements of the ancient schoolmen seem blunt in compari son. Norespecters of persons, they harried the rich and taunted the powerful, and would have as soon jailed a bishop or a judge as a pick pocket if he deserved it. Betweer them they knew more kinds of law than most of their professional brethren, and as Mr. Tutt was a bookworm and a seeker after legal

a miscellaneous Bis character. ;

DROWN— the Jury Box With Those Great Biack Eyes of Hers and other lore their dusty old library was full of hidden treasures, which on frequent occasions were unearthed to entertain the jury or delight the They were loyal friends, fearsome enemies, high chargers, and maintained their unique position in spite of the fact that at one time or another they had run close to the shadowy line which divides the ethi- cal from that which is not. Yet Mr Tutt had brought disbarment pro- ceedings against many lawyers in his time and— what is more—had them disbarred. “‘Leave old Tutt alone,” was held sage advice, and when other lawyers desired to entertain the judiciary they were apt to invite Mr. Tutt to be of the party. And Tutt gloried in the glories of Mr, Tutt. “That's it!’ repeated Tutt as he lit his stogy, which flared up like a burning bush, the cub of a Willie having foraged successfully in the outer office for a match. ‘ He's will- ing to be-hanged or damned or any- thing else just for the sake of putting a bullet through the other fellow!” “‘What was the name of the un- fortunate deceased?”’ *“Tomasso Crocedoro—a barber.” “That is almost a defense in it- self,” mused Mr. Tutt. “Anyhow, if I’ve got to defend Angelo for shooting Tomasso you might as well give me a short scenario of the melo- drama. By the way, are we retained or assigned by the court?” “Assigned,” chirped Tutt. — “So that all we'll get out of it is a about enough to keep me in stogies for a couple of months!”’ “And—if he’s convicted, as of course he will be—a good chance of bench.

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nel a aii a losing our reputation as successfu beg off?”’ answered Mr. Tutt. I‘have a mild affection “Let me hear the story rst “Angelo sounds like a good sp for him already.” He reached into a lower compartment of his desk and lifted out a tumbler and a bottle of malt extract, plac ed care fully at his elbow. ° expectantly.

- . 8 ’ hen he leaned back again “It is a simple and naive story,” began Tutt,

himself in the chair reserved for paying clients—that is to say, one which did not have the two front legs sawed off

an inch or so in order to make lingering uncomfortable “A plain, unvarnished tale. Our client is one who makes an honest living by blacking shoes ar the entranc to the Brooklyn Bridge. He is one of several hun original Tonys who conduct shoe-shining emporiums.” Emporia,” corrected | bler of malt extract “He formed an attachment for a partner, pouring out a tum certain young lad Tutt, un- disturbed, ‘‘ whohad went o previously had some sort of love affair with Crocedoro, as a result of which her had social standir }

become Silly paired In a word Tomasso jilted her Ar ye lo Saw, and loved her, took her for better or for worse, and married her.” “For which,” in- terjected Mr. Tutt,

everyone s respec I res}

**Quite so agreed Tutt. ‘“‘Now Tomasso though not

ing to marry the girl himself seems t have re sented the idea of having any- one else do so, and accordingly seized every opportul ity which prese nted self to twit Angelo about the matt

**Dog in thema ger, so to spea nodded Mr. Tutt “He not only jeered at Angelo for c : marrying Rosalina bo é but he began to hang a «,* c . Mp ; f ARF Wn Crew Teo wr about Nis discarded mistress again and coff at her choice

ore insulting to Angelo. Fin: i ip his mind not to stand it a

rough his head Now how-

ber shop and put a bullet tl } ever much you may sympathize with Angelo as a m ind a husbar there n’t the t doubt that he killed Tomasso with every kind of deliberation and pre-

“If the ay,” replied Mr. Tutt, replacing the bottle I he lower drawe nd tf ng istogy a tcoat the: rabie justice who handed it d of r “He isr partner ‘It is Babson, and he hates Italians fi he st ed in open court that he propose himself next Monday and that ve must be ready without fa ; ‘So Babson did that to us!” growled Mr. Tutt. “Just ke him. He’ll pack the jury and charge our innocent Angelo into the middle of had ‘And O’Brien thea tant district attorney in charge of the prosecution,’ mildly added Tutt. ‘But what can we do? We're assigned e’ve got a guilty client, and we've got to defend ‘‘Have you set Bonnie Doon looking up witnesses?” asked Mr. Tutt. ‘I thought I saw him outside during the forenoon.” “Yes,” replied Tutt case he ever had to har for the defense. There aren’t ar y. Besides, the girl bought 1e gun and gave it to Angelo the same day.” ‘**How do you know that?”’ demanded Mr. Tutt, frown- ing. ‘*But Bonnie says it’s the toughest in which to find any witnesses

t} “Believe That I am Your Friend, My Dear! dingy old library; of a fur coat s rounded shoulders of old Scragg career, his employer alleged, w: empty rum kegs, each one chiseled steel, and as hard. Ar woman or an outcast aiways ( to entertain a deep and enduring gru

THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ‘‘Because she told me so herself,”’ said Tutt She's outside if you want to see her.”’ “*T might as well give her what you call ‘the once over,’ replied the senior partner Tutt ret pushing a shrinking young Italian woman, shabbily dressed

but with the features of one of Raphael’s madonnas. She wore no hat and her hands and finger nails were far from which her head with its with the grace of a sulky “Come in, my child, rT ike a column of slightly discolored Carrara marble, upon he coils of poised eavy hair was empress it down,” said Mr. Tutt kindly. ‘‘No, not in in that one.”’ He indicated the chair previously occupied by his junior. *‘* Y« I want to talk to thi The girl sat sullenly with averted face, showing in her

leave us, Tutt young lady alone.”’ attitude her instinctiv t all officers of the law

a no matter upon whicl de they were supposed to lh were

one and all engaged in a mysterious conspiracy of w she and her unfortunate Angelo were the victim A fe words from the old lawyer and she began to feel more cor | No one, in fact, could help but realize at first glance Mr. Tutt’

varmth of heart. The lines of }

sunken cheeks if left to themselves automati y tended to draw together into a whimsical smile, and it required a positive act of will upon his part to adopt the stern and relentless lool h which he is wont to glower d upon some unfortunate witne in cross-examination. Inside Mr. Tut L enign and rather me ) old fellow, with a dry sense of humor and a very keen kno edge of his fellow men. He made a good deal of money, | not having any wife or child upon which to lavish it he spent it all either on books or surreptitiou n quixot gifts to friends or strangers whom he either secretly admired or whom he believed to be in need of mone vague ‘traditions in the office of presents of bizarre and quite impossible clothes made to office boys and stenog raphers; of ex-convicts reoutfitted and sent rejoicing t foreign parts; of tramps gorged to repletion and tt pumped dry of their adventures in the accountant’s cage in the o al ’ +} And yet old Ephraim Tutt

} ¢ th } r Iver but for the rich, successful, and those in power he seemed ired and presently returned half leading, half lean, but from the folds of her black shawl her neck rose the midnight oil with equal zest to block a crooked deal o1 the part of a wealthy corporation or to devise a means to extricate some no le crooked rascal from the lutche of the law, pro led that the ra il seemed the \ tim hard luc nheritance or environment His weather beaten cor lence Was as el is his hea Indeed whe inder the expat e influence of a sufficient quantity of mait extract or ancient brandy from tl ellaret on ! brary desk he had sometimes been heard to enunciate the theory that there was very little difference between t people | He would work weeks without compensation to argue the case of some guilty rogue before the Court of Appea in order, as he said, to ettie the law nen ! ! rea object was to get the miserable fellow out of jail and send him back to | wife and childre He ent throug! f¢ with a twinkling eye and a I i mile ind when he aid rong ne did | t thi e& po ‘ na i t< ike people bet ter. He was a dat

You and I Must Work Together to Set Angelo Free"’

him the be | | | i! ‘ ‘ ‘ Ah!" « ‘ ‘ ‘ d you give I law doe Mr. Tutt ir lege y t ’ t ‘ VT ! yy ! a sacred tru Y | ht Your Honor that ‘1 el to come at a remed Now as he gaze it the te le whose hu 1 had cor her self-respect he i th ould fight t ( ! The more lesperate he | the greater his |} f ‘ “Believe that I a f e in jail and those who \

ure iT 1 1d ‘ e t fraid of him, not he i ¢ he ¢ eT t Ked or deceived them | because of the auda ind I elt of } rer me! } left them speechle He had the i irance that usua me t aye and witha lifelong knowledge of human nat et apparent ! had alwa bee | essed of it Once a judge } ng a med hir to look out for the interests ol ala ‘ le pr ner y ‘ ed it he tak‘ } ne lient the adjoining r } n i give | the best ad e he could. Mr. Tutt gone gy tl thie age i vea nd | nat had t come I ! ent a ‘ er no f nd the erreading a rie ' be lear opel ic but ! gn of the one In great ex citeme the officer I ted the tua ' to the judge I ordered Mr l t the bar ed H

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10 ‘He won't make no defense We must make one f nis Chere ain't none. He just went and killed him,” Mr. Tutt sl igged ‘ Chere is always a defens he answered with convic t “Anyhow we car et him be convicted without ryan effort. W the ‘ e to pl e where he got , pistol?” He didn’t get the j ’ retorted the girl with a glint her biack eyes, I gpt it I'd ha’ shot him myself if he I said | y to but he wouldn’t let me.” ey dear! yhed Mr. Tutt. ‘What a case! Both f ing to see which could get hanged first!” lhe evitable day of Angelo’ trial came, Upon the ench the Honorable Mr, Justice Babson glowered down ipon the cowering defendant flanked by his distinguished nsel, Tutt & Tutt, and upon the two hundred good and true taliesmen wi ! otner tf ine laid aside,”’ had been dragged from the mfort of their homes and the porta iffairs of thei arious livelihood to pass upon merit { the ( ned between The People of ‘ ste of Ne \ d Angelo Seraphino, charged th murae One tl one as | name wa illed each took his seat in he witne chair up the dire and perjured him- elflikea gentieman in order lo escape fre m service, shyly nfessing to an ineradicable prejudice against the entire Italian race and thi lefendant in parti ilar, and to an intipathy against capital punishment whicl o each un- hesitatingly averred, would render him utterly incapable of satisfactorily performing his functions if selected as a iryman Hardly one, however, but was routed by the Machiavellian Babson Hardly one, however ingenious his excuse whether about to be married or immediately » be present at the bedside of a dying wife g mill lon Mw“ heaten into helples ned to iry the ndemned hi trifling pre liminary do their fai ur h mn, whether in vcome a father, whether engaged in a business deal in- ed hi stage instant and personal of illness or obligated but was brow- and ordered back to take his place h requir the last ne iidst the waiting throng of recalcitrant citizens so dis- part in elevating that system of trial of which at other times they so loudly having been concluded the few rymen who had managed to wriggle through the judicial ve were allowed to withdraw, the balance of the calendar i adjourned, it down and those already sitting down were ! lered to oO tators who were standing up were re a) rdered to sit ymewhere else, the prisoners in the rear of the room were sent back to the Tombs to await their fate upon some later day, the reporters gathered rapaciously about the table just behind the defendant, a corpulent (sanymede in the person of an aged court officer bore tremblingly an opaque glass of yellow drinking water to the bench, O’Brien the prosecutor blew his nose with a fanfare of trumpets, Mr. Tutt smiled an ingratiating smile which seemed to clasp the whole world to his bosom ind the real battle commenced; a game in which every ird in the pack had been stacked against the prisoner by in un crupulk us palr of officials whose only aim was to maintain their record of convictions of “murder in the t’’ and who laid their plans with ingenuity and carried hem out with skill and entl ism to habitual succe is Chey were a grand little bson and O'Hriet und woe brought Impiou or wha t before } ommunicated ben h d p W te uld } ould merciful lover of humanity, whose thought of a prison ce meticulously sought to surround the defendant or the oncerte h pudyre rely } livered lo rr onent, erring i hur 1 t} ‘ been fat welves k t or forever after to regard pa ig tem Was im the the T by a ils. But indeed sustain after nstructed in brutal and nographi IPpose actrentiou col itive soul quivered at the mere ive the ight which latter tones lo re i: to convict } that wher O'Brien and ove rrule t n Babson got through « is disloyal citizens, oat! ite ord led the of convicters, were that is even into man who alleged by doubt to do the information to h conspirat ol them. It wi Bal wanted | on was in what to im latter tem necessary, tor drama wa his colle uy ue hose of hi he himself with ) le oTrauce ind accuracy harging had always in the ce ts; though the f his remarl reader thereof ame judge wa tender-heartec ll, and who with every protection the law could interpose against the imputation of guilt cu He was, as Tutt put it, .) Wa “‘a dangerous old Ile was a even Wi “I Killa That Mant" He Cried Wildly. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST bull-necked, bullet-headed, pugnosed young ruffian with beery eyes, who had an insatiable ambition and a still greater conceit, but who had devised a blundering, inno- cent, helpless way of conducting himself before a jury that deceived them into believing that his inexperience required their help and his disinterestedness their loyal support. 3oth of them were apparently fair-minded, honest public servants; both in reality were subtly disingenuous to a degree beyond ordinary comprehension, for years of prac- tice had made them sensitive to eyery whimsy of emotion and taught them how to play upon the psychology of the jury as the careless zephyr softly draws its melody from the wolian harp. In a word they were a precious pair of crooks, who for their own petty selfish ends played fast and loose with liberty, life and death. 30th of them hated Mr. Tutt, who had more than once made them ridiculous before the jury and shown them up before the Court of Appeals, and the old lawyer recognized well the fact that these two legal wolves were in revenge planning to tear him and his helpless client to pieces, hav- ing first deliberately selected him as a victim and assigned him to officiate at a ceremony which, however just so far as its consummation might be concerned, was nothing less in its conduct than judicial murder. Now they were laugh- ing at him in their sleeves, for Mr. Tutt enjoyed the reputation of never having defended a client who had been convicted of murder, and that spotless reputation was about to be annihilated forever. Though the defense had thirty peremptory challenges Mr. Tutt well knew that Babson would sustain the prosecu- tion’s objections for bias until the jury box would contain the twelve automata personally selected by O’Brien in advance from what Tutt called “‘the army of the gibbet.” Yet the old war horse outwardly maintained a calm and genial exterior, betraying none of the apprehension which in fact existed beneath his mask of professional composure, The court officer rapped sharply for silence. “Are you quite ready to proceed with the case?” in- quired the judge with a courtesy in which was ill con- cealed a leer of triumph. “Yes, Your Honor,” responded Mr. Tutt in velvet tones, “‘Call the first talesman!”’ The fight was on, the professional duel between tradi- tional enemies, in which the stake—a human life—was in truth the thing of least concern, had begun. Yet no casual observer would have suspected the actual significance of what was going on or the part that envy, malice, un- charitableness, greed, selfishness and ambition were play- ing in it. He would have seen merely a partially filled courtroom flooded with sunshine from high windows, an attentive and dignified judge in a black silk robe sitting upon a dais below which a white-haired clerk drew little slips of paper from a wheel and summoned jurymen to a service which outwardly bore no suggestion of a tragedy. He would have seen a somewhat unprepossessing assist- ant district attorney lounging in front of the jury box, tak- ing apparently no great interest in the proceedings, and a worried-looking young Italian sitting at the prisoner's table between a rubicund little man with a round red face and a tall, grave, longish-haired lawyer with a frame not unlike that of Abraham Lincoln, over whose wrinkled face played from time to time the suggestion of a smile, Behind a balustrade were the reporters, scribbling on rough sheets of yellow paper. ™ | Te . Lia. “He No Good! Him Once —I Killa Him Againt** He Bad Egg! 1! Killa June 7,1919 Then came the rows of benches, upon the first of which, as near the jury box as possible, sat Rosalina in a new bom- bazine dress and wearing a large imitation gold cross furnished for the occasion out of the legal property room of Tutt & Tutt. Occasionally she sobbed softly. The bulk of the spectators consisted of rejected talesmen, wif nesses, law clerks, professional court loafers and womer seeking emotional sensations which they had not the courage or the means to satisfy otherwise. The courtroom was comparatively quiet, the silence broken only by the droning voice of the clerk and the lazy interplay of ques- tion and answer between talesman and lawyer. Yet beneath the humdrum, casual, almost indifferent manner in which the proceedings seemed to be conducted each side was watching every move made by the other with the tension of a tiger ready to spring upon its prey. Babson and O’Brien were engaged in forcing upon the de- fense a jury composed entirely of case-hardened convicters, while Tutt & Tutt were fighting desperately to secure one so heterogeneous in character that they could hope for a disagreement. 3y recess thirty-seven talesmen had been examined without a foreman having been selected, and Mr. Tutt had exhausted twenty-nine of his thirty challenges, as against three for the prosecution. The court reconvened and a new talesman was called, resembling in appearance a professional hangman who for relaxation leaned toward the execution of Italians. Mr. Tutt examined him for bias and every known form of incompetency, but in vain then challenged peremptorily. Thirty challenges! He looked on Tutt with slightly raised eyebrows, “Patrick Henry Walsh—to the witness chair, please, Mr. Walsh!” called the clerk, drawing another slip from the box. Mr. Walsh rose and came forward heavily, while Tutt & Tutt trembled. He was the one man they were afraid of an old-timer celebrated as a bulwark of the prosecution, who could always be safely counted upon to uphold the arms of the law, who regarded with reverence all officials connected with the administration of justice, and from whose composition all human emotions had been carefully excluded by the Creator. He was a square-jawed, severe, heavily built person, with a longrelentless upper lip, cheeks ruddy from the open air; engaged in the contracting busi ness; and he had a brogue that would have charmed a mavis off a tree. Mr. Tutt looked hopelessly at Tutt Babson and O’Brien had won. Once more Mr. Tutt struggled against his fate. Was Mr. Walsh sure he had no prejudices against Italians or foreigners generally? Quite. Did he know anybody con nected with the case? No. Had he any objection to the infliction of capital punishment? None whatever. The defense had exhausted all its challenges. Mr. Tutt turned to the prospective foreman with an endearing smile. “Mr. Walsh,” said he in caressing “vou precisely the type of man in whom I feel the utmost con- fidence in submitting the fate of my client. I believe that you will make an ideal foreman. I hardly need to ask you whether you will accord the defendant the benefit of every reasonable doubt, and if you have such a doubt will acquit him.” Mr. Walsh gazed suspiciously at Mr. Tutt. “Sure,” he responded dryly, “Oi'll give him the benefit o’ the doubt, but if Oi think he’s guilty Oi’ll convict him.” Mr. Tutt shivered. “Of course! Of course! That would be your duty! You are entirely satisfactory, Mr. Walsh!” “Mr. Walsh is more than satisfactory to the prosecution !’’ intoned O’Brien. “Be sworn, Mr. Walsh,” directed the clerk; and the filling of the jury box in the memorable case of People versus Seraphino was begun. “That chap doesn’t like us,’’ whis- pered Mr. Tutt to Tutt. “I laid it on a bit too thick.” In fact, Mr. Walsh had already en- tered upon friendly relations with Mr. O’Brien, and as the latter helped him arrange a place for his hat and coat‘ the foreman cast a look tinged with malevolence at the defendant and his counsel, as if to say: “You can't fool me. I know the kind of tricks you fellows are all up to.” O’Brien could not repress a grin. The clerk drew forth another name. “Mr. Tompkins—will you take the chair?” Swiftly the jury .was impaneled. O’Brien challenged everybody who did not suit his fancy, while Tutt & : Tutt sat helpless. Ten minutes and the clerk called the roll, beginning with Mr. Walsh, and they were solemnly sworn a true verdict to find, and settled themselves to the task. Continued on Page 149) tones, are | sus emote oe

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 11 Let’s Save Junk—But at a Profit THE DIRECT ROUTE VIA WASTEBASKET = AND REFUSE CAN By James H. Collins UNK saving is to be enc j Under the dignified title of * with organized guidance frorh Washington, it mated that each 1000 persons in cities will produce forty n foil, paper, and the like, about 13.1 tons are salable at an average , and that ll of tin foil out of his desk drawer the other day intending to drop it in a tobacco-fund box at the club. It weighed fully a pound, and contained the savings of weeks—tobacco foil, collapsible tubes, That ball represented a lot of work. ‘waste reclamation,”’ 1s est] tons of scrap iron, rags, rubber, t y, of whic rice of two dollars a tor manager took a ba > Sales vottle caps, and what not. For more than a year now the sales manager had been afraid to throw away tin foil—it had exerted over him the influence of gold over the miser. Instead of dropping it into the tobacco-fund box, how- ever, he took it to an expert friend—the editor of a waste blication. The latter held it in his hand ane trade pub de- that has livered a lecture in-foil habit: “Three years ago it would have been three-quarters pure tin, worth maybe thirty cents. To-day your ball is probably ninety per cent lead, worth three or four cents a pound. Tin became very scarce during the war. Tin-foil saving showed at least a psychological profit when the foil was fairly pure. But tin was withheld for foil purposes, and now we have mostly lead foil plated with tin. Alumi- num and zinc foil and other substitutes are also being used. In normal times only 6000 tons are used for tin foil and collapsible tubes. Three times as much is used for solder and five times as much for tin plate.” j i cured the sales manager of the When Saving Costs Too Much “\ OULD it be better to drop a dollar in the tobacco- fund box and throw tin foil away?"’ asked the sales manager. “That depends on the value you place on your time,” was the expert’s answer. ‘‘This ball must represent at least one hour’s work. If your time is worth less than five cents an hour, then go on saving tin foil.” The other threw the ball into the wastebasket. “Even if you throw such stuff away it is not lost,’’ said the waste trade journalist. ‘‘ You are a New York office man. Everything thrown into your wastebasket finds its way to the city dumps sooner or later—and this is true of city household wastes. At the dump everything is sorted to the last scrap and made available for re-use paper, rags, bones, rubber, leather. “Suppose you put your ball of tin foil in the tobacco fund. When a ton or two accumulates several scrap-metal dealers will be called in to bid for the lot. They appraise metal, ] >» of tin and lead, and one bidd 1uls it to his work- rooms. Your contribution is torn open and the pure t separated from the lead, and every scrap sorted by makes his profit chiefly secure pure tin foil, or plated lead foil, or collapsible tubes. If you threw these things into the wastebasket day by day they would be sorted and saved just the same at the city dump.” Going further into this mechanism he told of a certain the collapsible tubes put aside, trained workers. The buyer ‘} by sorting so a given purchaser can it might have been your own—where enthusia volunteers conducted a junk campaign during the war. Women’s organizations came together for the work. Muc!} city newspaper space was devoted to educating the public to save its junk. “Save everything—throw nothing away!" became the slogan. Then motor trucks covered the town and brought the motley stuff t oO warerooms, where it was roughly sorted and sold. The actual cash received by the organization was about two thousand dollars. From the standpoint of the organization which got that much real money—fine! But analyzed by a waste material expert from the standpoint of community cost l Everything being Volunteers did } this campaign looks a little different. donated the organization figured no costs. the work freely and gladly. An empty wareroom was avail able without rent, and motor trucks loaned by bu ness houses. But a motor truck costs somebody twenty-five dollars for every day it operates, and the cost of picking up ten dollars’ worth of junk might easil; twenty-five dollars. Probably the real expense of gathering all this stuff wag twice what the workers realized for it. Had there been no campaign, practically all the rag o forth, | yh reached waste-material trade through its regular collecting that is, household and office refuse ld to the ragman. of amateurs were abo it y be paper, metal, and would ultimately have the organization to the city dump or be so No volunteer organizat with the city when it comes to gathering junk Nor can women’s organi collect junk in small lots more cheaply than the rag peddler, is satisfied to make three dollars invariably a foreigner—or, in the South, a negro. Up in New England patriotic women worked for weeks to perfect their own organization for gathering junk. When they got it to the point where it actually produced stuff for sale they called in the waste-material dealers. And in a half-hour conference the latter taught them more about thrift than they had learned in all their own experience. The waste-material industry of this country has a yearly output valued at $1,500,000,000. It is very highly cialized, and makes its profit S by economy in ¢ olle ling and would go ( can wholesale. compete zations who in ordinary times a day profit, and pe- _ — ) 4 was: \ ¢ N HER YL scarded stuff. The tin hort laiming d ingenuity in sorting and re e junkman, who toots hi a few pounds of rags or iron, weights or his menta a calling that is not very well paid, and which ha public knows chie tly t! through the alleys, buy probably cheats a pound or two in hi arithmetic, and follow decidedly dirty, ve American } more dignified and pr absolutely no appeal to the t n or even the immigrant equipped for some fitable job The Falling Rag Market j= junk collector's dail pickings are sold to a whol ale dealer, who mmediately begins sorting them to meet many different markets and requirements Rags are sorted into woolen and cotton, and these into other classification by colors, sizes, quality, : on, for making shoddy, roof otton waste, stock, and the like Even the the flock that giv of wall paper. Metals are scrap of all kinds worked up i Each day brings something new in the way of possibilities, ny paper, ¢ i pape! wool dust is sold for making Cs the velvety surface to certain Kind rted for many purposes, and 1 thousand different way as, for example, whe ‘ rare metals needed in making high speed tool steel became carce during the war, be cause not obtainable in the necessary quantities from other material dealers fo these in unsus Wast ind and through their knowledge and sorting countries, pected place facilitie got them out of the junk he ap Phere was a bri 1 be and bell metals during the war \ I of bronze because Dells little boom in ok these acquired new value are made and bronze is made of copper and tin, and tin was worth reclaiming wherever one found it The public Set the alley junk collector and als »read of millionaire rag picker One rather liberal estimate were deve loped during tl! true that wastes sundred millionaires » wholesale rag business. It i nearly every description went through a boom a year be fore we entered the war, and large concerns dealing in rag { ine them { umulated big ocks, holding But armistice and metals act advancing prices following the fast in 1916 ha ince seen it vanish overnight Great B there was a corresponding adr a big dealer who ma and ma! money falling prices for scrap France and other Allied ni market for our scrap metal ar and rag iLlor Will prob ibly be out of t! and rags a year at lea ecau the end of the war found them with enormous quantiti military junk, to which they can turn for steel, iron, copper lead, shoddy and paper stocl Just now the only lining to the black cloud over the waste-material market i Continued on Page 154)

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Nttear By Kenneth L. Roberts of unpleasant an old inhabitant lost of the street 1 sometimes the breakdown, so home hours after 1 backbones heavily chools and and its tra- us ancestors That, though, yhborhood of ng and seizing ind looting bank themselves with n ired Boston. They amed Markovitzkoff. He had tence in Atlanta for arson. e wanted to become a mil- wasn't a bad chap. That ted to murdering people just is pistol go off. He was till, as Bolshevil ylonga one as good a ould get along wi m , if you showed as much how for a great states great soldier he fine type ol Bol Boston Turned Upside Down NDER Bolshe rule Boston offered remar} ably few attractior ot cerning tourist. Marko itioned Mrs His fol ers had a out of Mrs. Gardner’s Rembrandts and using her wonderful ld tapestries for ba of Markovitzkoff’ olden dome of the off made ! i mayor, ¢é qu Gardner's Ita home plendid time shooting the eye onet practice Che headquarter Red Guard was located under the tate House, The city was full of lf-appointed spies, who daily reported to the State House all persons who were known or suspected to be ¢ to Bolshevi . Inmany cases these per ce without trial, though I 1 to bloodshed when it wa oidable ’ rm ble, however, for him to »> his men in har »>they ually shot whomever they were please: oO 7 One of Mar! t off’ act after taking ton was to print $20,000,000 worth of Bolshevik He fo d the « to accept thi »vive in exchange for it good Fed money at erve banknote Thus he became a milliot night. When President Lowell, of Harvard ty, refused to admit that Markovitzkoff was equ il socially, mentally and in every other way, Swimming pool of the Boston Athlet Association with several Markovitzkoff had him thrown into the ther Bostoniar ind ordered hand grenades to be msed among then He then appoint 1e president of Harvard University a twenty-fou r-0l Russian named Litzky. ose only qualification for the position was e fact that he had d been a waiter at Memor pent a year at Harvard and al Hall Markovitzkoff further ruled that nal advantages had een too long enj ‘ \ ople with money and ire Harvard Univ person over the age of fourteen, ld thereafter be open and that no vious schooling or entrance examination should required At the head of the Boston and Maine Railroad he laced Fidelio Moranzoni, one of his followers who had been a section hand on the Western Division of and Maine for eleven years—and had n above section hand until Markovitzkoff Moranzoni, finding ning all the divisions of the ig into his days frightfully, abol- on every division other than the he Western he ran only one train a day in each dit ( hese trains were made up indt obody could ride on them his uneventful life Boston and entire ly of Pullmar except Bolshevil Under Markovitzkoff the was a sleepy individual with a ragged beard who, had been employed us superintendent of schools vik régime, while you telk- what! THIS PASSPORT entitles “a+ ft - yt if ot At f& de , to ke week's board at .Dd ‘Svidanyat Camp; ,SI Chas- | “beach, Upper Chateaugay Lakesin-the-Adirondacks, United States of America, snd a Seat near the fireplace the @evyou actually know about Rw$sia: } GanD wh hype LON Gn five o Lage com rp cgrre hr emt ’ WagoneLars*YPom,” ” “A e; WHERESO{VER~YOUARSEE |, to ad MOSCOW provided you can gét ir it and hold it against all comers, ,Catc , Collar-and-Eyebr « t Dee satch-can“, fiu-Jitsu*, , and ,Russo-Roumanian* are ) tyle of wrestling ne wusuai 1 compl) SPECIAL NOTICE: ked, lost, arrested r Ay 4 { are her t } ; Krisehn j, Vesta, Y« itte ray hammed tf Brigham Youn them any other power ns-Siberian Hymnals .And WHEN | Die, Atl.“ e tok dahlia €22@040 ry Me t A RE eT ia Atward A. adler Ochin Vissocki’ Korrezzpondent aS Ancient, Internaiional .o! Chassers*: Fu © ij ~egion of + ~ \ uniess countersigned “at Whéeler . Perwi Adyo- of the shest-notsat-hour Christy. Chief Prophet of. nt RABUN ad by the “dros: ConmtssarGork ¢" ttle: Washe; Sons of Labrador, net This bilyet will not be ‘honored! by said Hadiey aforesaid after Oct, 26, 19772. and Supreme Head in Rus*- EMERGENCY COUPON, if alf railways in Russia. become - blockage’ this coupon entitles ‘you to hoof it weress. 16185 her Suez, Caicutta, Singapore, Ceylon Vicdivostok, Port Arthur, Arehen?, Cape Town, Jerusalem, and author'ty iSNeeby granted 10 got THE SATURDAY EVENING POST conmandeer such horses, oxen, camels, eleahanis,. 7° striches and reindeer as may ‘be required **Passport’' Which Actuaily Carried the Bearer Through Boishevik Lines From Petrograd to Viadlvostok . June 7,1919 a janitor in a South Boston primary school. The librarian of the Boston Public Library was Vladimir Slavatsky, who qualified for his position because he had once been a glue mixer in a Boston bookbindery. The chairman of the board of health had been an expert with the currycomb in the city stables. The latter soon after his appointment discovered a large wine cellar in the Commonwealth Avenue mansion which he had seized for his resi- dence; and his devotion to the wine cellar was far greater than his devotion to his official duties. Con- sequently Boston Common and the Public Gardens were littered with dead dogs, dead cats and refuse of every description; while dead horses were frequently encountered on the principal thoroughfares of the city. Pigs ran gayly round the streets, until the food ipply ran low and the Bolsheviks cornered all the pigs in sight and kept them in the living rooms of their homes. Stores and factories shut down. The telephone and the telegraph systems became even worse than under the Federal régime. The street railways and the Elevated went completely to pot. Most of the able citizens had fled inland or had been killed or were being forced by the Bolsheviks to perform the most menial.and revolting tasks. The wives and children of the latter class of citizens were being held as hostages for their good behavior. Ex-Governor McCall was forced to wash dishes in the kitchen of the Parker House, which was used as a barracks by the Bolsheviks. Thomas W. Lawson was employed as a gravedigger. Cabots and Frothinghams were put to work cleaning the floors and making up beds in the Charles Street Jail. Hunnewells and Lowells and Searses were to be found blacking boots and cooking and running errands for the Bolsheviks. The finest and largest residences in the city had been ized by the foulest and most ignorant members oi the Red Army. Boston was a city of filth, of disease, of incompetency, of ignorance, of squalor, of vice a typical Bolshevik city. An Insane and Barbarous Movement DREAM? Certainly! Anidle dream? Well, maybe it is and maybe it isn’t. People who rear up on their hind legs and make the welkin ring with loud shouts that Bolshevism can never obtain a foot- hold in this country would do well to be more circum- spect about their welkin-ringing. Bolshevism is not a sane, well-ordered, logical movement whose course can be plotted and planned and foretold by anybody who is good at figures and has plenty of scratch pads and Number Two pencils at his command. Not bya jugful, it isn’t; nor yet by a tubful or atankful. Bol shevism is not only murderous and barbarous and rotten and insane and utterly unreasonable, but it is the most ridiculous and silly and stupid and asinine and absurd movement that ever made strong men froth at the mouth with hopeless rage. It spreads through a nation like some terrible disease, springing up where it is least expected and devastating com- munities that were peaceful, contented and prosper- ous before its appearance. No man can foretell how or where Boishevism will spread. I have heard people argue that it can never obtain a foothold in this coun- try because the bulk of our citizens are too well edu- cated and because conditions are not such as to give rise to Bolshevism. Probably they’re right. I hope with all my heart that they are. But from what I have seen of Bolshevism it sometimes comes into being where conditions do not warrant its existence in. the slightest degree, and it frequently obtains con- verts from people whose educations have been excel- lent. This appears to be especially true in the United States. Though, as this is written, it has been less than one month since I returned from Siberia I have encountered and heard of scores of educated Amer- icans who not only uphold Bolshevism but who advocate treating with the Bolsheviks as though they were representatives of a decent honorable government, instead of perverted individuals whose basic beliefs necessitate the overthrow of the national state and its teachings of order, patriotism and obedience. People—not many, it is true, but an appreciable number—have assured me that when I draw a pic- ture of an American city reduced to such a condition as I have pictured Boston in the beginning of this article, | am an alarmist. Such things, they say, don’t happen. Reports which have come out of Russia are

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greatly exaggerated, they say. Condit ions can’t

be as bad as they’re painted. My answer to that is that conditions in Russia under Bolshevik rule are not only as bad as they’re painted but a hundred times worse No per ould in the space of one short article how frightful, incomprehensible ininity s. the Bolshevi ‘Ss. ve received at American ed a conden

tions which existed in Mos- ik rule. This report came ! we considered ne Moscow was a city a wonder « ty. What the Bolsheviks have done to 1 shame, and that’s putting it con- rvativel Here are a few of the things that h: ow by It ibdi led into districts, each under the s pervision ol a section of the Anti-Counter-Re\

‘ommittee; for even

. < recognize that too many revolutions % might easi } the beans \ tremendous i number of spies are operating. Some of the al pies, most of whom he he most menial posi- t l the old day make honest report Others report citizer vhom they wish to have led for personal reasor Executions take place da n the Hodinka. Most of those executed are not hout trial Women are frequently shot. The magnificent monuments nperors and statesmen have been de troyed. USEUMS, lil

M and ture gi illeric 1 . ire being used for barra: , stables and irious other purposes, the property which wa g} n them having either been stolen by

vernment und pri ne oviet KOMmmMI f I

a board talled themselve in palaces and are d ome s} oe make rs porte Bankers gime have be Many e old days have esnoer who were

general and tail been made generals and banl rs and shoe mak ymmissars. Hospital orderlies and porters rece ilary than the surgeons and doctors in the san pitals. There are dead es and dogs and cats ¢ the str thrown on the side } f »windows. The Red Guard Headquarter b remlin. As early as October, 1918, the Bols} : i eg ns to take hostages from the bourge« ( ler of troops was a private dier be i re lutior the state 4 prosecutor wa a nares t street cars are age ng l arly. Dros ers charge forty m be e p. There food supply, ¢

is no re brought in from the cour try. A pound of bread co ten rubles; meat, ¢

poi atoes, les a I vod 6 A ruble rt! ipproximately ter ent The p latior d led nto four classes, which re ( e one-half to one pound bread each two da} \ bourgeois mother cannot re milk or eggs fo bab Infant mortality is ve t Diss “ase rar par ind bodies frequer go from one to two week vithout burial. Many hig] officers in the old army working as gravediggers. » Russians are fleeing to the Ukraine. More than indred thousand have gone there. Houses that have been vacated are o eupied by workingmer One hundred and sixty-one factories have shut down. There is no coal, no coal ., il, no raw materials, no machinery or part f . machinery. There are no HT 8 & UN YOR y Czecho-sSlovaks in Front of the Building Occupied by the Soviet in Viadivostok ng in inder s and t n ind and more } ‘ " ‘ ated t

THE SATURDAY EVENING POST I engineers were or and ipant

few k What of seats of the mighty in iborers. laborers there the old

are The sail Bolshevik ors, who formed the back! Army in the beginning, have become

men of lei They wear fine clothes and many diamonds, and entertain the girls of the ballet. When they need money they go far afield, enter the homes of the bourgeois e and demand it at the point of a pistol. The komm ar of instruction has closed the Academy of | Arts because too many men were needed t weep the floors \ ul versity ha been opened for all N high-school education is needed to enter it The sale of valuables and gold has been pro hibited. All valuables are registered and listed Those of the bourgeoisie who withhold informa tion are shot. Russian ‘‘ Liberty Loan” bond are being sold at six per cent of their face value Graft is present on a huge scale Men who used to give tips of twenty rubles to government off cials now have to give tips of two, three and five thousand rubles to Bolshevik officials. A former employee of a fish cannery had earned sixt rubles a month. He became a Bolshevik kom missar, and in eight months acquired a nest egg of three and a half million rubles, : Misinformation From Russia HAT is a very sketchy sketch of Bolshevism in Moscow. It isatrue sketch, however, and one that holds good of pract cally every sectior where the Bolsheviks have obtained the upper hand. Remember always, when arguments are advanced for Bolshevism and the Bolsheviks that they are super-boobs, one and all. If ye fall into their power and wear decent clothe they will kill you if they car A white collar inflames them to the point of madnes I know that Mr. Raymond Robins declared, in effect, that Lenine and Trotzky have idea which are lofty pure, and that America a should coéperate with the soviets, which a cording to him are representative and demo cratic institutions. I also know that I should very much dislike tanding in Mr. Robins’ shoes if he ever delivers h f of those statements in

To-day they are in the gutter; while those who occupied of returned ers or men of the North Russia Exped the gutters of old are now installed in the seats of the tionary Forces or the Siberian Expeditionary Force mig! ty. What they will say to him will be a great ple nty. There are no newspapers except the soviet papers. The Years ago there was an expression which was applied to Moscow National Bank has been requisitioned by the a person who was misinformed. He was said to be off hi Bolsheviks. Only Insurance companies have been per- base In the opinion of Americans who have returned fron mitted to continue. All the factory warehouses have been beria Mr. Robins is upward of 14,000 versts off his emptied. The supplies accumulated during the summer, base— 14,000 versts being the approximate distance fron worth a billion rubles, have been exported to Germany asa Amer ) Petrograd by way of the Pacific Ocean part of the indemn ty under the Brest-Litovsk trea Me V1 i bad ty to talk about, because food ir Twenty thousand of the Red Army are defending Mo that sectior rare and high priced. This gives certair persons a chance to leap to their feet witl their eye flashing and their arn Way vy, and to shout | terica Aha! Don't you see that if the people of Mosco vere to be fed the would at once Ost thei Bolshevi ten¢ I cies?” e I do not believe that Bolshevism al be eradicated by feeding Bi heviksraw or cooked meat vegetable rict nm lime ilts, gruel, pap, beef tea or al ther edib ibstancee ] ir that m reade come aw Mo at once journée wcross the Ural nd ¢ to Eastern Siberia ind that they deseend with me in the charming & berial city of Blagoviestcher for further researches int super-boobishness, othe wise known as Bolshevisr Blagoviestchensk is the leading city of Amur P1 ince the only Sibe province that na tse Bolshe k rule th j ( assistance of the Alli ] is about one thou r ' from Vladivo rf) Amu Railroad I 1 ho ich of a « ] iocated the ! t t

Soldiers of the Allies Passing the Headquarters of the Czecho:Siovak Forces in Viadivostok ot the Amur } it th Continued on Page 16

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14 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 7,1919 Al WOMAN IS ONLY A WOMAN | By Pelham Grenville Wodehouse BLUMENTHAL a hole will be the wet splash of a new At you is the ninth green with its sinuous ilatior ive so often wrecked the return- And at various points vision are the third tee, the sixth tee, ; about the eighth green, none of them ight of home ng traveler in reflective mind, ace that the Oldest Member sits, watch ounger generation knocking at the divot. His ey the eye of a man who, as the poet says, He sips absently ide him. His gaze wander from Jimmy Fothergill’s two-hundred-and-twenty-yard drive down the hill to the silver drops that flash up in the in as young Freddy Woosley’s mashie shot drops weakly Returning, it rests upon Peter caim and areal teadily and on the table be ha een golf een it whole, from the glass into the waters of the lake Willard, large and tall, and Elmer Todd, small and slender, up the fairway of the ninth, is they truggle Oldest Member—is an emotion which hould always treat with suspicion. Do itand me. I am not saying that love is a bad I have known improved a man’s game, and other him right off his strok« to be no fixed rule. But what I do say is that a golfer should be cautious. He should not be led away by the first pretty face. I will tell you a story that illustrates There have been, no doubt, a thousand others of exactly the same kind; but this one came under my immediate notice, and I can speak of it at first hand. It the story of those two men who have just got onto the ninth green — Peter Willard and Elmer Todd. There is about great friendships between man and man said the Oldest Member—a certain inevitability that {can only be compared with the age-old association of cabbage and corned beef. No one can say when it was that these two wholesome and palatable foodstuffs first came together nor what was the mutual magnetism that brought their deathless partnership about. One simply feels that it is one if the things that must be so. Similarly with men. Who can trace to its first beginnings the love of Damon for Pythias, of David for Jonathan, of Park for Tilford? Who can explain what it was about Acker and Merrill that first attracted Condit? Wesimply say “These men are friends,” and leave it at that In the case of Peter Willard and Elmer Todd, one may hazard the guess that the first link in the chain that bound them together was the fact that they took up golf within a few days of each other, and contrived, as time went on, to develop such equal form at the game that the most expert critics are still baffled in their efforts to decide which player. I have heard the voint argued a hundred times without any conclusion being reached. Supporters of Peter claim that his driving off the tee en- titles him to an unchallenged preéminence among the world’s most hopeless foozlers, only to be discomfited later ; of Elmer show by means of diagrams surpassed their man in absolute It is one of those problems Love jays the your true golfer not misunder thing, only that it is an unknown quantity. cases where marriage cases where it seemed to put TI ere seem the point, is the worse when the advocate that no one has ever incompetence with the spoon. where debate is futil Few things draw two men together more surely than a mutual inability to master golf, coupled with an intense and ever-increasing love for the game. At the end of the first few months, when a series of costly experiments had convinced both Peter and Elmer that there was not a tottering graybeard or a toddling infant in the neighbor- hood whose downfal! they could encompass, the two be- came inseparable. It was pleasanter, they found, to play together and go neck and neck round the eighteen holes om youngster who could spatter some il than to take on US TRATE DO OR gy mm. L. them all over the course with one old a ball and a cut-down on & “uy: cleek stolen from ; oa om Se his father, or some I Have Seen Her in the Distance spavined elder who not only soaked it Watering the Flowers in Her Garden to them good but was apt, between strokes,to bore them with personal reminiscences of the Seminole War. So they began to play together early and late. In the small hours before breakfast, long ere the first faint piping of the wak- ing caddie made itself heard from the caddie shed, they were halfway through their opening round. And at close of day, when bats wheeled against the steely sky and the pro’s had stolen home to rest, you might see them in the deepening dusk going through the concluding exercises of their final spasm. After dark they visited each other's houses and read golf books. If you have gathered from what I have said that Peter Willard and Elmer Todd were fond of golf, I am satisfied. That is the impression I intended to convey. They were real golfers, for real golf is a thing of the spirit, not of mere mechanical excellence of stroke. It must not be thought, however, that they devoted too much of their time and their thoughts to golf—assuming, indeed, that such a thing is possible. Each was connected with a business in the metropolis; and often, before he left for the links, Peter would go to the trouble and expense of calling up the office to say he would not be coming in that day, while I myself have heard Elmer—and this not once, but frequently —say, while lunching in the clubhouse, that he had half a mind to get New York on the phone and ask how things were making out. They were, in fact, the type of men of whom America is proudest, the backbone of a great country, toilers in the mart, un- tired business men, keen red- blooded men of affairs. If they played a little golf on the side, who shall blame them? So they went on, day by day, happy and contented. And then the woman came into their lives, like the serpent into the links of Eden; and perhaps for the first time they realized that they were not one entity, not one single indivisible something that made for topped drives and short putts, but two individuals in whose breasts Nature had implanted other desires than the simple ambition some day to do the dog-leg hole on the second nine in under double figures. My friends tell me that, when I am relating a story, my language is inclined at times a little to obscure my meaning; but if you understand from what I have been saying that Elmer Todd and Peter Willard both fell in love with the same woman, all right, let us carry on. That is precisely what I was driving at. I have not the pleasure of an intimate acquaintance with Grace Forrester. I have seen her in the distance watering the flowers in her garden, and on these occasions her stance struck me as graceful. And once at a picnic I observed her killing wasps with a teaspoon and was impressed by the freedom of the wrist action of her back swing. Beyond this 1 can say little. But she must have been attractive, for there can be no doubt of the earnest- ness with which both Peter and Elmer fell in love with her. I doubt if either slept a wink the night of the dance at which it was their privilege first to meet her. The next afternoon, happening to encounter Peter in the bunker near the eleventh green, Elmer said: “That was a nice girl, that Miss What’s-her-name.”’ And Peter, pausing for a moment from his trench dig- ging, replied: ‘* Yes.” And then Elmer, with a pang, knew that he had arival, for he had not mentioned Miss Forrester’s name, and yet Peter had divined that it was to her that he had referred Love is a fever which, so to speak, drives off without wasting time on the address., On the very next morning after the conversation which I have related, Elmer Todd called Peter Willard up on the phone and canceled their golf engagements for the day on the plea of asprained wrist. Peter, acknowl- edging the cancellation, stated that he himself had been on the point of calling Elmer up to say that he would be unable to play owing toa slight headache. They met at tea time at Miss Forrester’s house. Elmer asked how Peter’s headache was, and Peter said it was a little better. Peter inquired after Elmer’s sprained wrist, and was told it seemed on the mend. Miss Forrester dispensed tea and conversa- tion to both impartially. They walked home together. After an awkward silence of twenty minutes Elmer said: “There is something about the at- mosphere—the aura, shall I say ?—that emanates from a good woman that makes a man feel that life has a new, a different meaning.” Peter replied: ‘‘ Yes.” When they reached Elmer’s door Elmer said: ‘‘I won’t ask you in to- night, old man. You want to go home and rest and cure that head- ache.” *Yes,”’ said Peter. There was another silence. Peter was thinking that, only a couple of days before, Elmer had told him that he had a copy of Sandy MacBean’s How to Be- come a Scratch Man Your First Season by Studying Photographs coming down by parcel post from town, and they had arranged to read it aloud together. By now, thought Peter, it must be lying on his friend’s table. The thought saddened him. And Elmer, guess- ing what was in Peter’s mind, was saddened too. But he did not waver. He was in no mood to read MacBean’s masterpiece that night. In the twenty minutes of silence after leaving Miss Forrester, he had realized that

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“Grace” rimes with “face,” and he wanted to sit alone in his study and write poetry. The two men parted with a distant nod. I beg your pardon? Yes, you are right—two distant nods. It was always a failing of mine to count the score erroneously. It is not my purpose to weary you by a minute recital of the happenings of each day that went by. On the surface the lives of these two men seemed unchanged. They still played golf together, and during the round achieved toward each other a manner that, superficially, retained all its . ancient cheeriness and affection. If—I should say, Elmer topped his drive, Peter never failed to say “ Hard luck!” And when—or, rather, if—Peter managed not to top his, Elmer invariably said “‘Great!’”’ But things were \- not the same, and they knew it. It so happened, as for Fate is a dramatist who gets his best effects with a small cast, that Peter Willard and Elmer Todd were the only visible aspirants for the hand of Miss Forrester. Right at the beginning young Freddy Woosley had seemed at- tracted by the girl and had called once or twice with flowers but Freddy’s affections never centered themselves on one object for more than a few days, and | he had dropped out after the first week. From that time on it whole of Manhooset that if Grace Forrester intended to marry anyone in the place it would be either Elmer or Peter; and a good deal of interest was taken in the matter by the local sportsmen. So little 9 was known of the form of the two men, neither having figured as principal in a love affair before, that even money was the best you could get, and the market was sluggish. I think my own flutter of twelve golf balls, taken up by Percival Brown, was the most substantial of any of the wagers. I selected Elmer as the winner. Why, I can hardly when it sometimes will on these occasions, and chocolate became clear to the THE SATURDAY EVENING theré must always be allowed a margin for involuntary error. There were many cases during the war where our girls sent sweaters to their sweethearts which would have induced strangul tion in their young brothers. amateur sweater of those days was, in fact, practically tantamount to German propaganda. Peter and Elmer were ac- cordingly baffled. One evening the sweater would look small, and Elmer would come away jubilant; the next it would have swollen over a vast area, and Peter would walk home singing. The sus- pense of the two men can readily be imagined. On the one hand, they wanted to know their fate; on the other, they fully realized that who- ever the sweater was for would have to wear it. And, as it was vivid pink and would probably not fit by a mile, their hearts quailed at the prospect. In all affairs of human there must come a breaking point. It came one night as the two men were walking home, **Peter,” said Elmer, stopping in midstride. He mopped his forehead. His manner had been feverish. “Yes?” said Peter. “T can’t stand this any longer. I haven’t had a good night’s rest for weeks. We must find out definitely which of us is to have that sweater.” **Let’s go back and ask her,” said Peter. So they turned back and rang the bell and went into the house and presented themselves before Miss Forrester. “Lovely evening,” said Elmer. “Superb,” said Peter, “Delightful,” said Miss Forrester, looking a little sur- prised at finding the troupe playing a return date without having booked it in advance. “To settle a bet,” said Elmer, “will you please tell us who—I should say whom—you are knitting that sweater for?” “Tt is not a sweater,” replied Miss Forrester with a womanly candor that well became her; “‘it isasock, And i- tension it is for my cousin Juliet’s youngest son Willie.” ‘Good night,” said Elmer. ‘Good night,” said Peter. **Good night,” said Grace Forrester, It was during the long hours of the night, when ideas so often come to wakeful men, that Elmer was J say, unless that he had an aunt who contributed occasional stories to the Woman’s Sphere. These things sometimes | weigh with a girl. On the other hand, George Lucas, who had half a dozen of ginger ale on Peter, based his calcula- tions on the fact that Elmer wore knickerbockers on the links and that no girl could possibly love a man with calves i like that. In short, you see we really had nothing to go on. Nor had Elmer and Peter. The girl seemed to like them both equally. They never saw her except in each other's company. And it was not until one day it came out that Grace Forrester was knitting a sweater that there seemed a chance of getting a clue to her hidden feelings. When the news began to spread through the place that Grace was knitting this sweater, there was a big sensation. Had it happened during the war there would of course have been nothing in it, for in those days all the Manhooset girls were knitting sweaters for our brave troops, who notoriously fear nothing. But in peacetime the thing j seemed to us practically to amount to a declaration. [ That was the view that Elmer Todd and Peter Willard took of it, and they used to call on Grace, watch her knit- j ting, and come away with their heads full of complicated I calculations. The whole thing hung on one J point—to wit, what size the sweater was going i to be. If it was large, then it must be for Peter; if small, then Elmer was the lucky man Neither dared to make open inquiries, but it began to seem al- most impossible to find out the truth without them. No culine eye can reckon up purls and plains and es- timate the size of which the is des- mas- chest garment tined to Moreover, amateur knitters cover. with The Next Afternoon, Happening to Encounter Peter in the Bunker Near the Eleventh Green, Eimer Said: “‘That Was a Nice Girl, That Miss What'’s:Her:-Name"’ When Peter Dropped in Etmer Invariably Popped Round POST 15 struck by an admirable solution of his and Peter's difficulty. It seemed to him that wer the other to leave Manhooset the sur- position to one or vivor would find himself in a conduct hi as wooing should be con- ducted. Hitherto, as I have indicated, neither had allowed the other to be more than a few one with thegirl. They watched wooing each other like hawks. When Elmer called Peter called. When Peter dropped in Elmer invariably popped round. The thing had resolved itself into a stalemate he idea which now came to Elmer was that he and Peter should settle their rivalry by ane ighteen hole match on the links. He thought ve ry highly of the idea before he finally went to sleep, ind | - in the morning the cheme looked just as wd to him as it had done overnight. And I um bound to say that 1 myself consider that it was a masterly solution. Iam not dhe of thos people who object lo game of chance Elmer wa morning, preparatory to going round to disclose his plan to Peter, Peter | happier breakfasting next when walked in, looking than he had done for days. ** said Elmer. *Mornir ag said Peter, eter sat down and toyed with a slice of bacon, 4 i i ringing hi **T’ve got an idea * he sa “One isn’t many,” said Elmer, with a jerk shot on a fried egg. ‘‘ What is your idea? “Got it last night as I s lying awake. It stru me that if either of us was to clear out of thi place the other You know what I mean—with Now how would have a fair chance. her, At present we've got each other stymied would it be,” said Peter, abstractedly spreading marma lade on his bacon, r if we were to play an eighteen hole } . & f match, the loser to leg it out of the neighborhood and stay away long enough to give the winner a chance to fin exactly how things stood?” Elmer started so violently that he struck himself in the left eye with his fork, “That's exactly the idea I got last “Then it’s a go?” “Tt’s the only thing to do.” night too,” There was silence fora moment. Both men were think- ing. Remember, they were friends. For years they had shared each other's sorrows, joys and golf balls and sliced into the same bunker Presently Peter said: “T shall miss you. “What do you mean, miss me? (Continued on Page 177) ater

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16 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 7,1919 Aldventures in Imterviewing Lord Northclitife = By Isaac F. Marcossom to interview Lloyd George and to get the ry EMPLOY hi precise title, the Viscount Northcliffe did not need a sensational break with Lloyd George to make him a ld figure. So far as British affairs are con erned he was a vital factor long before Ger nany ran amuck, The war simply afforded a irger and more spectacular field for the play of person ility and the exercise of his power Curiously enough, peace has simply meant the heyinning of wnother war for him. Che average reader need not be told at this ite date that Northcliffe, the son of an Irish rrister, was an editor at seventeen, a news iper owner at twenty-one, a magnate at thirty, i peer and an international personage at forty. All this belongs to formal biography What oncerns us is the intimate survey of his ex traordinary war activities, the way he shaped events and galvanized journalism into a force that made and unmade governments, Chis remarkable man made many of thes adventures in interviewing possible. He him elf, | might add, was the center of the most mtinuous and in many respects the most di verting adventure of them all I have been with him where the guns roared ind also in the seclusion of the silent places l ive seen him at the throttle of his mighty engine of publicity. I have watched him in iction with the statesmen he had helped to elevate. Everywhere and every time he dis closed some fresh facet of a character more many-sided even than that of the little Wels! man whom he raised to high estate and with whom he is now engaged in bitter struggle. In the preceding article I disclosed the real Lloyd George that I came to know during the war. The natural sequence is a revelation of the man who having been his good angel may yet develop into his Nemesis. Whatever hap pens the process is likely to make some stirring political history. In peace as in war it is almost impossible to speak of Northcliffe without touching Lloyd George at some phase of the performance. They are the two strongest per onal influences in British life to-day. What follows is largely the story of the publisher's relations with the Premier—they bring in most of Britain’s big war figures—-together with side lights on the man and his methods, Every great national crisis demands a practical person who can mold public opinion. England found him in Northcliffe. It was the first time in history that a news- paper proprietor filled the réle. The authority wielded by Greeley and Dana was slight compared with the near- dictatorship exercised by the owner of The Times. There could be no stronger commentary on the power of printer’s ink, which was as potent an aid in winning the war as the silver bullet of the investor or the gun of the fighting man. Northcliffe, it is true, battled through the medium of so- called “exposure.” His muckraking, however—unlike ome mud slinging for circulation purposes only —was } constructive, Men Who Cannot Afford Friendships JYEFORE we go into the inner narrative of what North- ) cliffe did in the war and how it was ‘lone it may be well to tate the fundamental reason why he has been able to make his newspapers such effective agencies. I hinted at it in the previous article when I said that Northcliffe had kept himself aloof from entangling political alliances in order to be free and unhampered for independent criticism. It is the only way. The late Joseph Pulitzer, who possibly had more of the Northcliffe quality than any other newspaper publisher, ind for whom his British contefnporary had a high admira- tion, once remarked | am the loneliest man in the world. I cannot afford to have any friends. Men who dine at my table one night arraigned in my newspapers the next find themselves morning.” Without being lonely, for he has infinitely more resource than Pulitzer had, Northcliffe practically goes it alone, He sees and talks with many people, but he knows few. Many have thought they knew him. They soon discovered their mistake. English material for the Life of Charles Froh- man which I was writing. Barrie was the center of the British end of the story. He and Lloyd George have two things in common: They are both short on stature and long on inaccessibility. By an odd coincidence I did not meet either of them until just before my departure. I have already told how I ran down Lloyd George. The conquest of Barrie was equally full of action. When I reached London Barrie was up at Kirriemuir, which is the scene of all his Thrums stories. He knew that I was on the Frohman job, for I had written him from New York. Much as he wanted to help me—as he later admitted—he shied at being interviewed. He had never undergone the ordeal before. He developed into as admirable a side-stepper as Lloyd George. I went to France; returned to England; rounded up all the Frohman ma- terial except Barrie. Yet he was the Hamlet of the play. He had written me several times promising to show up. Suddenly he went off on a motor trip in Wales, thinking that he would escape. I had only a week left, so I decided to force the issue. I sent him the following telegram: Cannot leave England without seeing you. No mat ter if you are in England ce, Ireland, Scotland Wales I will come to you if only for an hour. The next day I received a telegram from him saying that he would return to London and asking me to lunch with him at half past one on Monday at the Reform Club in Pall Mall. I wastosail on the Wednesday following. Silent Barrie Speaks T ONE-THIRTY on the day he indicated I descended from a taxi in front of the old gray building in which Gladstone had so often eaten and where Thackeray had worked. Pacing up and down the sidewalk was a little man wearing a derby hat and with his hands clasped behind him. His back was turned, but I knew it was Barrie. I waited until he faced me and we met The Life That He Loves Best in the Wortd He once said to me: “If you know many people it is impossible to conduct a newspaper impersonally, and the only way to run a newspaper is to do it in the impersonal way. “Friendships become costly luxuries to a publisher.” He has made it a rule for years to meet public men only at their offices or in his office. Thus they can never call him a social ingrate, Friendship has spoiled more business deals than anything else in the world. Northcliffe is de- termined that sentiment or the purely personal relation shall never interfere with a project of his. It explains his attacks on Kitchener, Lloyd George and Winston Spencer Churchill. In the popular mind he was supposed to be the intimate friend of these men. He praised them highly in his pub- lications. Not knowing the man they were perhaps lulled into security by the assumption that they were immune. Yet the moment Northcliffe believed that public service demanded that they should retire or change their methods he opened up his broadsides on them as if they had been the most absolute strangers. It explains the whole North- cliffe war procedure, Northcliffe does not believe in much letter writing. In the years that I have known him I have received less than six letters from him. His favorite medium of communica- tion is the telegram. It takes much less time and is safer. Besides, the publicity of the telegraph system does not inspire intimacy, and intimacy in turn is the real first aid to indiscreet speech, You would naturally suppose that men who write or who deal in writing would be easy to interview. The con- trary is often true. One of the most difficult tasks put up to me during the war was to make Sir James M. Barrie talk. Aloof, sensitive, taciturn, he is the type that must be stormed by speech into speech. My first experience with Barrie may serve to shed some light upon one method of approach. I had gone to England in 1915 mainly in this informal fashion. His first words were: ‘‘ Well, here I am.” In the dining room, a-clatter with the din of hungry people, I had my first interview with the shyest man in the world. With Barrie, as with other men of the same tem- perament, the approach is through congenial topic. In this particular case I had one in Charles Frohman, for whom the author of Peter Pan had a deep affection. Their rela- tionship had been so intimate, however, that I knew he was averse to an immediate discussion of it. I followed the line of least resistance, which was an impersonal theme. I felt instinctively that Barrie was absorbed in the war. He thought, ate and drank war. It had entered his soul. I was fresh from the Front. Into his ears I poured the story of what I had seen and heard—the tragic panorama of those early days. Whether he opened up in self-defense or not I cannot say. But before long this fascinating Scot began to talk with a frankness and a fluency that surprised me. It seemed to me that only a moment had passed, so Barrie invited me to come to his flat the next evening. I spent the following day with Lloyd George. At ten o'clock at night I entered the book-lined study out of which the Little White Bird of Kensington Gardens had flown. We talked until three o’clock in the morning. I barely had time to pack and get the boat train for Liverpool. Afterward, when an evening before the fire in this study was a feature of my London visits, Barrie told me that the reason why he had broken with me his invariable rule not to be interviewed was because I had forced him into speech by making it imperative for him to talk about something that vitally interested him. This experience emphasizes one of the cardinal principles of big interviewing. Northcliffe is not a citadel of silence to be stormed into surrender. No grand strategy of approach or technic is required to make him loosen the flow of speech. Lloyd George craves exploitation, yet at the same time hedges himself about with all kinds of obstacles to make inter- viewing difficult. Northcliffe, on the other hand, who is ot ab i.

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not precisely averse to publicity, is human, frank and accessible. He is a great interviewer himself and he knows the job thoroughly. When he has anything to say for publication he writes it out. This is an unfailing custom. Thus he takes out insurance against inaccuracy. He once said to me: “If all public men would their views for publication the world would have an infi- nitely better opinion of them. There would be much less of what you Americans call side-stepping, and the whole profession of journalism would have a higher ethical standard.” Northcliffe interviews people much more effectively than the average person interviews him. Like a wise man he learns from everybody. He has an insatiate thirst for information. He started his first newspaper when he was a boy at school. His principal idea was to furnish infor- mation. It has been part of his publishing formula ever take the trouble to write out since, I first met Northcliffe in 1915, when began the associa- tion which lasted throughout the war. It was just about the time that I had my first interview with Lloyd George. These two remarkable men were then lined up for a com- Northcliffe was in my impressions of the extraordinary personality who mon cause, good enough to be interested was then making his way to international leadership. I went to lunch him in the Times Building in Printing House Square. Here Delane, who made The Times the Thunderer, labored in his great day. Here, before the imposing Georgian marble mantelpiece, British statesmanship has passed in critical review. Long before Lord Northcliffe took up his abode in this charming room The Times was an unofficial gazette—Britain’s newspaper Bible. When Northcliffe bought The Times British reactior which is another word for her fogyism—shuddered. A great sacrilege had been committed against a public asset. As a matter of fact Northcliffe saved The Times from dry rot. Instead of giving it a yellow hue he maintained every one of its traditions. Moreover, it prints more news than ever before. He did, however, make one characteristic He fitted up a bedroom for himself in the build- that to run a newspaper successfully a with hange: ng-—on the theory man must be liter on the job day and night. A Journalistic Rough Rider UNCHEON is usually served in Northcliffe’s office at 4 The Times. It was at this meeting in 1915 that he dis- «d the whole Kitchener matter with me very frank] 1s ly. ( t Though it has come up in conversation between us since that time it was then that I got the real reason for his historic arraignment of the hero of Khartum. He said: 1 this matter by two fundamental ” ‘I was animated ir rinciples: One was the truth and the other was necessity. Were I to write fif I not express the whole ty thousand words about him I could fe creed more emphatically or compactly than he stated it that day. The question “Ts it true applied to everything he prints. Nor does he ever wonder if what he publishes will hurt iduals as we »*? is the test anyone. This applies to indiv ll as to political parties. He is a journal istic Rough Rider. THE ae oe oa NeeVacdedy KA OAS Se BY His Bulk of a Body is Surmounted by a Smooth Boyish Face Which Alternately Beams and Gieams which Abraham Lincoln called the ppi k] include The Times most powerful thing in the world except the Mississi River—The Daily Mail, The Evening News, The Wee Dispatch, The Manchester Daily Mail and the Continental edition of The Daily Mail, which is published in Paris. Northcliffe is field marshal of all these armies of print. They bend before his will, voice his views, project his antagonisms and are vitalized by his energy. At this point you may ask the natural question: ‘‘Why cannot a similar string of newspapers exercise a similar influence in the United States?’”’ The answer iseasy. In the first place we have no North- cliffe. In the second place Northcliffe deals with a nation that has a common ancestry and that speaks and reads a common language. We, on the other hand, are a polyglot people, with conflicting racial heritages. With this swift glimpse of his policy, personality and equipment we may now enter upon the historic part that Northcliffe played in the war drama. When the war staggered civilization in August, 1914, Mr. Asquith was Prime Minister and also Secretary of vy State for War; Lloyd George was Chancellor of the Exchequer; Winston Spencer Churchill, First Lord of the Admiralty. Lord Kitchener had started on his return North« liffe has been in A mericz I thir he has made thirty-three iso often trips during the twenty years—that | features are familiar. H bulk of a body I mounted py asmoot! ish face which alternate “ams and gleams. Pre into the man real elf and you fit whimsical as a woma! He has something of that ‘immense and brooding rit’’ that Kipling sawir il Rhodes. Suchisthe hur mail g behind the most Ing pul ] ty r chineevercreated. Nort! lan DOWE rful cliffe owns sixty ne papers and period Cal and their weekly cir tion is well over twent million copies. If or three people read one of his publications it mear that he not only reache the entire population of the United Kingdomevery seven days, but could like- wise supply Paris, Rome and New York with read ing matter. His papers SATURDAY EVENING POST Northcliffe Interviews People Much More Effectively Than the Average Person Interviews Him 17 where he was engaged on an important journey to Egypt work, but was recalled by wireless and almost immediately took over the War portfolio. Such was the line-up in that particular domain of British statesmanship which was to know the Northcliffe thunderbolt before the great struggle had registered the first real epoch of its fateful progres The case of Kitchener—who first drew the lightning and Northcliffe is rather striking when you know the fact and get a dispassionate perspective. Not only did North- cliffe help to invent Kitchener as a popular press hero— he sent the lamented G. W. Steevens as correspondent for The Daily Mail on the Khartum expedition—but The Times was perhaps the loudest proclaimer of Kitchener's eligibility as War Lord in 1914. I happen to know that Northcliffe never had the slightest animosity toward Kitchener, though many people still believe that they were He arraigned the great soldier because Just as he prefers to ther eldom deals in persona deadly enemies. he felt that eme rgency demanded it. know men through their work, through the same medium. He 18) does he assail n ae ities. In those early days of the war Northcliffe scarcely knew the present Prime Minister. Lloyd George had fastened upon Northcliffe long before Northcliffe saw in him the instrument of what he believed to be Britain’s Lloyd George ha loved public ity and Northcliffe had it to give in torrents. Besides, Lloyd George felt that his hour had struck the His canny Welsh eye He realized that discreet personal exploitation would make the alvation alway moment the world saw red was already on the premiership way easier. Likewise Lloyd George possessed the pep and punch that the publisher to the successful administration of state affairs Getting this whole situation down to what we would call the brass tacks you discover in the last analysis that thes¢ This is the real basis regarded as absolutely essential two men were useful to each other. of most human relationships. The Case of K. of K. | poeta ‘LIFFE’S first big journalistic explosion in the war was his demand for publicity in the conduct of the war. Here he had his initial clash with both Asquith and Kitchener, who, so far as this all-important matter was concerned, a departed generation. Lloyd George Was wise ¢ nough to side with the publisher From this moment Destiny decreed that they should supplement each other in the eye and councils of the nation. It was an hour that demanded virile leadership frank speech. England saw through the war glass dark The civilized world stood appalled at the Lusitania horror What would be next? the Germans swept on. No small part of their advance was due to overwhelming pre ponderance of munitions and more especially high explo Up to this time the British Armies in the field had hortage of both shells and guns, guns were rationed, in Whitehall belonge d to stil Sives, been suffering from a In certain sectors Briti Down in that stately chamb He the ( »fara oncerned, in terms « War effective Afr i, » he sent shr } at Kitchener. tion wa ammut Shrapnel had been saw onflict, certa apnel to France But the whole science of ir had changed (r,er- in frightfulness com ned wit! an amazing lustrial resourcefulne ’ ir ne f the ar wrote at ile ind los inge he ent tothe I t himself 1 lound o hat wa g g or H ! al pol to see things him elf He kne that Eng land’s hope la n tl instant reforn it he munitior outp H ent Colonel Reping the 1 itary rit {TI guest of Lord Fre British Gener i] q rter he nad ¢ t il facilitie i dispatch refe ‘ t British attach I melles and Richebourg he ote at ant of an inlimited supply of high explosives was a fatal bar rs ” a - to our success. 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18 THE SATURDAY Tae NINTH PARI EVENING POST June 7, 1919 In the Meantime Kiox Tried to Cultivate Eileen. The Girl Obsessed Him. He Pursued Her TiLOX ! ’ yr ) i married him a yen fo lived in a 2 £2 rooming house ar it money into the bank ry month, H oon rver m as a place to sleep d to keep hi clot hi meals abroad ough It ide room The room wa was what is There was here was a large closet illed a square room opp dtoa fron with a vellow-oak door ted moc} a marble there was a brass bed marked by 1 deep depressiot! where Klox was accustomed to lay him there was a springlk morris chair, and a straight 1 by the tuble covered with a there face towel yellow oak; al windows was a instead of , except for one brilliant group , were of Klox’s choosing; taste in of orang ‘ } ! grape and a pect that was depressing. ami they ey a sumptuous women, ene ral uncle Klox | twenties ims ng man. He was still in his but } > older Hi as the New Englander iv, they of the same hole.’ His forehe: nted backward from bulging fron curved; ai were wide eyes were small and, “came out nose was long and slightly and moist. This man, in his uniform pant coat and collar laid aside, was at the littl of paper He had decided to | nthat nigh he note that he was writing to | itting e tabl t ndow writing on a pad counted on this another, and perhaps two. His pen chewing his tongue as he His pad of paper was of the cheapest variety. scratched unsteadily He wa And that which he the worked wrote was laboriously mis- spelled; Also, it was the fruit of a number of earlier experiments in composition; littered about him where he sat intend that th note should traved to that end. letters were misformed with care and these fragment He did not to him; and he had were ever be taken his precautior By Ben Ames Williams a SS - a 7 a. CLARK The paper on which he was writing he had borrowed from another room Klox was on night-patrol duty just now; so that he was in his room in the daytime when the other inhabitants of the house were away. He found it easy to stroll through their rooms and take what he needed He had fetched the pen and ink from a room on the floor He would return pen and ink and paper when he was done. on the same floor. above, only a matter of half a dozen When it was finished he signed it “ Jake.”’ Jake was not his name, It was the name of a professional friend of Dapper Colley, for whom the note was intended. Jake and Dapper were both master burglars, far past the apprentice stage. The note was not long; straggling lines. It was Dapper, and possibly Jake, whom this note was intended ta destroy When the thing was done it read thus: Daper: fountain, Be at Hildebrand and Twentieth, oposit the too o'clock tonite. Summthing good on |Signed| JAKE Klox read over this product of his pen; then he scrawled laboriously at the bottom: Burne thiss. The result pleased him. He grinned, and his eyes half closed in contemplation of the thing which he meant to do. Dane Warren was the man he meant to kill. Klox was going to kill him because he hated him. There were a great many people who hated Dane Warren; and most of them had reason. Warren was a broker of a rather unscrupulous mold. He had begun with a bucket shop somewhere in the Middle West; From the and he made enemies there, FAY bucket shop he graduated into a business that was outwardly legitimate; actually it was other- wise. He made money, not wisely but too well. He had a way with men that made them want to knock him down; he had a way with that made men want to shoot him. His death was overdue. Klox, assigned to the district where Warren lived, had picked up a casual acquaintance with the broker. Klox was a saving man; he liked to put money into the bank, but he also liked to see it breed and multiply. He asked Warren one day for a suggestion, a tip. Warren gave it to him, and Klox lost seven hundred dollars thereby. He said nothing to Warren about the matter, but after that day Klox was a boiling vessel of hate where Warren was concerned. He had begun almost at once to think how pleasant it would be to kill Warren. Now he had devised the method; he had planned to cover his tracks; and he was going to do it. Brooding in his room upon the details of his project Patrolman Klox smiled with exultant anticipation; and he licked his wet lips as though at a sweet taste upon his women tongue. He was going to kill Warren; but Warren after all was only half the matter. Dapper Colley— Dapper and Eileen O’Rawn—they were the other half. He hated Dapper Colley a little more than he hated Warren, but for another reason. With Warren the reason was money; with Dapper the reason was — Eileen. Eileen was the sort of girl men sing songs about. Take her as she stood, obliterate her surroundings, and she might have been Helen of Troy, or Cleopatra, or any other woman whose beauty was fit to ring adown the world. She was at this time just past her twentieth birth- day; she had never been so lovely; she would never be lovelier. As for details, her hair was a brown that was almost black, and her eyes were as blue as the sea, and her skin was tawny and warm. Also, her lips were laughing,

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men. Among other things she was tauraht away downtowt f } vno e there

He talked with her would let him; and noon, and again for touchstone : the Eileen brought to the For that little But if Eileen found tl with Dapper Colley. SI matter Klox there was fair measure of i burglar. Dapper met her as Klox ha liked Dapper, and he us He never t tood that he afternoons. She un trical plant. thought he had, and be aid.

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good in the man. Ki He had ne She was graceful, she was friendly, she was brave.

i ¢ 1 he ra ppe;r ect iad A (it aG Dapper meant t ) quit ! r ied her. (ne day he encoun- THE SATURDAY EVENING y were very red; and her voice was like the deep Klox looked at the weapon. He would reme } rn’ lh , } ° ] al arp’s plucked string, thrumming the hearts of _ he ever saw it again. The front sight was gone, was a flake chipped off the bla the cashier of a little res- at the revolver, and he looked round them,

Klox had decided not long after that that h with Eileen; That is to say, he particular chance

certall

,eventhough Dapper wasa Dapper was about.

id met her; but she with her. As to unfair methods— Dapper was a tl go and see her on Sunday effective guard. the s ce of | he knew how the matter might be managed. T}

ft at

man’s acquaintance was wide and unsavory. not for Dapper It was quite natural and inevitable that in th should consider the feasibility of removing Dap 1 her so, but Eileen

a e thought he hae is clever, Asan ity thar

most electrici

ded to get married. he The other day in one American city a patrolma hould have saved a saw two men jump out of a window andrun. He them, overhauled them steadily, till they narrow flight of stairs into a tenement house. Id no one about it. It was is burglarious respectable when the time to cultivate Eileen. The In the face of that fire and without drawing gun the officer went up the stairs, into unconsciousness and ove rpowered the other. clubbe d f the beaches Klox ‘rubber handle. He looked up and down ad no fair chance If it were not for Dapper, Klox thought He recognized i If it only question was, how should the thing be done? ing the steel with his non duty started up the stairs after them the men stopped at top and opened fire on him with their automatics. POST mber it if surprised at the pul and there The incident had beer } ,

where no one ever goes except the the beach. ‘Stick that away,” he iid, ‘‘ before some cop respecting him for a } i 3 pots it. And—don’'t show it to me when I’m on duty or citizen who knows his } ‘ I’ll have torun you in. I don’t want to do that.” hand, could know KI 7 re don’t want to try it,”’ said Dapper. “Now, fearing him. hit the trail. Get out!” treacherous as one. e Klox moved away. Later, when Dapper and Eileen One morning an upte . went bathing Ir the surf, the pa Iman came within eye headquarter . Order range and watched them. Eileen was very beautiful as glarious gentry and was all dro There y very she and Dapper larked in the sea or danced afterward upon leen did not like him. the sand. rt of patroln an is typical of the force; not. No one can know and does it. He was as dangerous a ywn precinct reported a burgla see wl 19 that came to him [thereafter. in the day's work. Klox the average policeman without elf-respecting, hard-working 1 No one, on the other without despising and perhap a copperhead, and as re sent out to round up the bur- ch of them had done this thi: y Klox went to tell Dapper Colley he was wanted at head quarters, but when he got to Dapper’s room the burglar e had no long as

1oroughly lropped careles 1e patrol- ing front sight

were at it where it ¢ pe nto the room and looked round: he opens ia and he came upor Dapper re. ly among a litter of collars and tic The broken handle and the miss- He stood there, looking down rhaps a minute, And in that minute the first germ of his idea was born, 1e end he At the end of the m per, The into his coat pocket > followe d turned up a_ hidden and discreet; When he depart. He took the the shirts, It was his own of | pian; It Was an three day one man << Hewas he had acquired the wrapped It round the mt fingers, and dropped the Then ing house catered to men whose going and no one saw He thought he m ther week before, t handkerchief e he took out his I, LZie of the weapon W ithout touch- r revolver he went away. Dapper’s lodg- 5 and comings were Klox come in or weapon home and hid it under his ght have use for it some day. be fore he

had worked out the through a judi- Dane Warren's house, preliminary information, During this time the Fate cook in that like

tered her Dapper not lr in nevertheless, he stopped the t )

way, ana ga weapons were oO! me, wi ere al his side, he had no intention of fight ing it out w th fist grinned and

going to “Tf I thought y 1 vas,” 1 Dapper r nK you I . ere yu ind.”’ Can’t vou take Dapper’s right hand flicked fur t vely beneat! h coat; and Klox saw in the other man’s palm a short barreled revolver. ‘Is this a joke

The Well:Oiled Door Swung Open Without a Whisper of Noise.

Klox Stepped Inside

to play with a man were working In hi behalf Dappe Colley had be« it of town. not ' fessional b ‘ He had left ver be nad / hen he ime! ‘ did not notice it was m ne Klox ‘ ild t t nave i ed I pette luck

note e had |} his room o 1 few minute Wi he came down to go out he a pla zg to goa an bile he found the not< siting } 1 on the hat nd in the wer Piiali Klox had found i boy on the ner t Cc) iwa to drop the note through the letter ot at Dapper sare i He had itched til he iW the errand cor ple ted tie he turned a 1 i { I ed uptowr He was pleased tr him ell al pleased witt } I for what t come; he wa pleased th the 1d At twelve it nig! Pp man Klox we dut His be g | f td eet, fr H 1) \\ \\ ‘ l'we (Continued on

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The Business of THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 7,1919 eatrical agement = By David Belasco N A PUBLISHED letter of Dion Boucicault’ that past master of stage art write “If we are to found a native American drama it can only be done by the « ision of the dramatists and the pre ’ In the closing years of hi fe, when I knew him well, Boucicault often expre ed that opinion to me in various forn ind he coupled it with the le aration that ! nm tne ame way could “au thentic management f the theater be achieved ] ! ent et tf ! e opi ! of the mat ir wer I see no sufficient rea on, no excuse, for 1 ! But | lo most power fu ind potent believe that the native American drama and, even more, the management of the American theate vould greatly benefit if the ma rity of contemporary press writers on theatrical ibjects would first carefully inform themselves a to the conditions which obtain and govern in the theatrical calling; and, secondly, cultivate and in their public commentaries manifest a spirit of sym pathetie ooperation, appreciative interpretation ind fraternal encouragement, rather than the far oo frequently displayed spirit of captious fault finding and harsh, ill-founded censure It seems to me that the present general attitude of ne wspaper writers toward the producing manager resembles } ely that of a war party of Indian braves toward 1 captive about to make a desperate effort to save himself by trying to run the gantlet. I do not speak in any per onal resentment or as a man with agrievance. Far from it, indeed! Allthe many ventures that I have scattered abroad are richly prosperous; the general approval of the cur- rent productions which it has been my privilege to place before the public is most gratifying, and ma terially | have abundant reason to be content. Nevertheless, I do feel in this time,when every man, woman and child who chooses to utter strictures on the theater is given a hearing, that a veteran manager,who Charles Kean, Phelps, Charles Calvert, Bancroft, Irving, has observed and carefully studied every aspect of theatri Hallam, Dunlap, the elder Wallack, Gilfert, Ford, Lester il management and theatrical life during the period of the Wallack, Davenport, Edwin Booth, McCullough, Barrett, many —far, far too many, I think, for the best in- terests of acting. But that is beside the question. “That that is, is!’’ and with it must we managers deal. The competition of the motion-picture busi- ness, moreover, has hindered the regular theater very many millions—and you do take away the life of the theater and of the drama when you do tal away the means whereby they live. It is an old adage and a good one that “ Figures cannot lie.””. For that reason cold figures often tell a tale far more impressively than any other narra- tor could tell it. Let us, then, hearken a little to what cold figures say about the problems of estab lishing and maintaining in present conditions first- class representative repertoire companies, and of reviving the masterpieces of drama with such casts as our fathers used to enjoy. To take the essential matter of the players first. The Scarcity of Good Actors HE percentage of first-rate actors has not, ac cording to my experience and observation, kept pace with the immense increase of our populatior The circumstances of recent and contemporary life, say what you may about the superiority of the present over the past, are not the best, not the most conducive to creation and development of histri onic temperament—and I am a firm believer in the decisive effect of environment on the character and temperament of each succeeding generation bort into this world. As there were not many theaters of any kind in the olden days, and as there were very few first-class theaters, the concentration of the best actors into those few theaters was then largely the Lenore Uiric as Rose Bocion, in Tiger Rose last half century, may without impropriety also venture to Daly, Palmer, the revered progenitors of our managerial peak, and without asperity or offense to contravene cer- tribe would not attempt to maintain such companies in tain widely held, unreasonable and mischievous theories. present-day conditions; if they did attempt it they would fail. Different Days, Different Ways ‘Different days, different ways.” Consider: In the first place those old managers did not, as regards their gallery, pit or baleony audiences, have any- _ the profession of theatrical managementisunder thing to compete with which is even remotely comparable discussion I would urge contemporary writers for the with that literally hydra-headed industry of to-day, the press to pause, reflect, consider; torememberthat,inGrover motion-picture with those whodirect affairs of state, ‘are confronted by a condition, not business, Cleveland’s pithy words, we who manage theaters, equally the olden times were, moreover, few. theaters themselves in To-day they are result of the irresistible operation of natural law But in modern conditions, which we face, the nat ural law works the other way — it is the scattering of the best actors that largely is inevitable. In other words, we have only a slight increase in the number of first-class actors, but an immense increase in the number of theaters and companies to be served by them. Those facts—for facts they are—about the number of first-rate actors available to-day are even more important in a fair estimate of the actual obstacles to present estab- lishment and maintenance of first-class, old-style repertoire companies than is thecomparative difficulty encountered by all actors of recent times in obtaining widely varied histri- onic experience. If we possessed the full requirement of raw material, so to speak, we could devise means to train it; but if the actors are not first born we cannot make them I would here illustrate and em- phasize the opinion I have just itheory.”’ Writers, | opine, should exercise trict fairne if not char ty of judgment in forming and ex pre ng their views There are two complaints fre- quently made against the generality of theatrical manager and—if I i venture to it 0 made mnable t Why do you not establish ind maintay a pert nent reper- toire company, on the old-time tock model; and second! Why do you not produce Shakspere and the legitimate drama? It does not require mucl space to make those formidable-sounding inquirie Properly toanswerthem, nowever a do. Nevertheless, | prop questions I reply: It absolutely impossible to maintain in present conditions a repertoire company that even approximates the old time organizatio I itcla and the managers and directors of the best of those old companie Bet AAGRA OTUOY OY COURT 28am 06 OTROLECK! terton, Garrick, Kemble, Macready, Werking Out a New Lighting Bffect in the Mysterious Studie of Mis Theater expressed by a few comparative fig- ures. First permit me, however, to say I think it would be most unfair to compare the repertoire of almost any actor, remote or recent, with any so phenomenal as that of Sir Henry Irving, whose grand total was 671 recorded parts. Let us, rather, take more normal reper- toires—fair representatives of the average. Edwin Booth, in the years of his novitiate, when he was learn ing his business— 1852-56 — played about one hundred parts; from 1857 to his retirement in 1891—thirty four years—he played not more than twenty-five parts and custom arily only about fifteen. Edwin Forrest played altogether perhaps ninety parts; but from 1837 to his retirement, 1871, he played only aboutonedozen. John McCullough, first and last, played about 160 parts, but his regular repertoire comprised less than twenty. Joseph Jefferson, though he acted a total of more than one hundred parts, during the greater part of his ca- reer—1865 to his retirement in 1904—confined himself to eight parts; much of that time to four; and in some years to only one! I trust I shall not be misunder stood in my setting forth of this

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matter. I do not agree with the great Salvini, clared that an actor can gain all the professional he requires, alone, in a room ten feet square. On con- trary I am a disciple of the old régime, admi of it and of the widest possible experience for actors. Th size is that many of the very best actors of earlier times possessed no wider, no more versatile professional experi ence than is possessed by many actors of to-day — who often in that respect are unjustly belittled by comparison with their predecessors. Consider some of the principal players whom it is good fortune to direct at the present time. For example, the delicate and br it actress, Miss Frances Starr—in my opinion one of the most accomplished women of our stage under my management for thirteen years, during one of which she did not act at all, and in that time has personated nine different and sharply con- trasted characters. She had pre- viously, however, assumed more WwW ho de- training the an rer and an advocate always have been so

» point I wish to empha my

has been have become, the crux of our problem; that crux is the demands of actors and dramatic authors—but chiefly, of course, those of the former, though the authors’ royalties are formidable items too. Booth, for example, playing to $10,000 the Riche paid and in his day when royalties were paid the usual rate on five act per night Johnston week, in lieu, no royalty; act tragedies was five dollars an say, $175 run, But Sir Forbes-Rebe rtson, playing Caesar and Cleopatra to $10,000 a week, paid Mr. George Bernard Shaw a ten per cent royalty — $1000! But what of the actors? Will not they, for whom so much is done, in turn do their part for their noble art? Well, if I may be pardoned for dropping into the ver- nacular to answer, ‘“‘not so as you would notice it!” I will illustrate here the difference between to-day and yes- terday in part from my personal experiences

on a week’s cited because I can speak with absolute authority and with most effect on some points from my own history. For instance,

than 190 of all sorts. During nearly thirty-five years Edwin Booth, who pre viously had acted not than one hundred parts, confined himself to about fifteen. If Miss Starr remains on the stage twenty-five others, more years longer her active reper- toire will, | am sure, much ex- ceed fifteen characters. Mr. O. P. Heggie has played about one hundred parts. Mr. Lawrence Atwill, the same; Mr. Whitford Kane, 135; Mr. Fuller Mellish, about three hundred; Mr. Bruce McRae, about one hundred; and Mr. John Cope more than four hundred. That wonderful little artist, Miss Lenore I though she has been on the s tage

lric, only eight years has played more than 125 part Increased Costs HESE records and scores more like them could be cited compare favorably with those of many est artists of earlier periods very ol the great- par- in the case of younger as the old- } »} ticularly players. No, valuable

style repertoire training unques- tionably was and would be to- day, the lack of it not the main difficulty to be met in re- establishing resident stock com- panies. You give me the 1 material—the actors by nature and one way or another I aw will guarantee to see them prope rly and thoroughly trained The overhead and investment costs which a resident producing manager must meet to-day are so much greater than those of the old time that really a fair And it is in costs that understanding of the problem must be sought. Forty years ago you could take an old church and at comparatively trifling ex- turn it into a theater. Daly, for example, did the latter when he opened his second the- ater, at 728 Broadway. You tii Sih tm Add to that $8675 the other alarle a matter in

at least $1500, not incl business and mechanic: my theater and we have $10,175 Ack production, then add the fixed costs {to that the cost of 5,000, and of oper ating and carrying the tl at least $3 eater If anybody assumes that I have placed too high the ries | would be required to pay for art

ists such as are mentioned in Booth’s cast I beg to say this Please tell me quickly, whers can I hire an Edwin Booth for $4000 a week; aBarrett for$2000 or a Sheridan for $750? Barret after his success with Booth and 1875 received even as early as from Jarrett & Palmer $1000 a week. Whenthelate Lewis Waller was broughttothiscountry ©O tober, 1911—to act the aposta Boris Androvsky, in The Garden of Allah, a part whici alongside of Othello or lago Which parts, by the way, Boot and Barrett alternated, t] ing double labor l ived le MONK,

do mere chi play, he rece $2500 a wee for doing it Now Mr. Waller was a fine actor, one of the best of his time, and | admired and respected him as much as an} one did; but I venture to assert that nobody competent to have an opinion would rank him on a parity with Booth, Barrett or Sheridan, Then and Now ep is turn from the 4S} aksperean revivals and listen te what the cold figures say

about that of the resident st companies, presenting misc¢ neous drama—old comedy ¢ ne melodrama, larce,and soon. The following members of Lester Wallack’s company received a week! alaries the amounts i the first column of figures at the right of their names. These fig- ures, I would were courte ously furnished t« by Wa son, Mr. Arthur Wallack. where nal Say, » me lack’s been kind Mr. William iries lor have and colle ague, ‘ ) pay aS WeeKLY San act ame line ynd colun printed in the se

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nN tN EVER a tawny ocean has the eetne of the prairie le Rip ling and blue, with long gra p to its edge, a spot of dancing g! et in the miles of rustling heat t retau eve n Ju f in alternoon of glare and brazen locust the freshness { ispring morning A thousand j N i hundred lakes bordered with rippling barley or kling bel { the flax { e Boit 1 pa i he had left he i il yrove f oak and ’ lar and si r birel ind come out on the tree Great Plain he had learned to call theslews *‘ pughole and watch for ducks at twilight. She had learned that about the pughol iy flutter choirs of crimsor winged blackbirds; that the ugly brown bird juatting on fence rati ere the divine olced meadow tart that among e humble cowbird citizens of the pastures sometimes flaunted a scarlet tanager or in oriole; and that no rose yarden has the quaint and hardy beauty of the Indian paintbrushes and rag babie and orange milkweed in the prickly burnt-over grass be tween roadside and railway line he that what had seemed men and hotel was often a resentful reflection f her Eastern attitude that uperior to a she had been trained to call common if she spoke up frankly, they made her one of their had learned rudeness in garage lerk own she was necessarily race people own and gave her companionable aid hine and drying mud she followed then curving For two days of sun a road flung straight across flat wheatlands, among low hill Ofter ntimately in among the grain that the wheels of the car stalks, and she became no stranger, but a vast-horizoned land. She forgot that she vus driving, as she let the car creep on, while she was trans- ported by armadas of clouds—prairie clouds, wisps of vapor like a ribbed beach, or mounts of cumulus swelling there were no fences; she was so i brushed wheat part of all thi nowy pe ul bearing earth gave her a calm ing hour Even her father, the nodded to dusty people along bulk rolled and shook to gold-washed The friendline of the that took no heed of pas abstracted man of affair the road; toa jolly old man whose in a tiny rhythmically creaking buggy; to women in the mall abrupt towns with their huge red elevators and tHKeir long flat-roofed store Claire had discovered America, and she felt stronger, and all her days were colored with the sun She had discovered, too, that she could adventure. No longer was she haunted by the apprehension that had whispered to her as she had left Minneapolis. She knew a thrill when she hailed— as though it were a passing ship we dust-caked back was a ban- tone. She experienced a new ss when on a railway paral- the engineer of a freight across wh Yellow nani il Ili OLS Cal ner —Chicago to tl ensation of common hu road for miles leling the wagon waved his hand to her and tooted the whistle in greeting. Her father was easily tired, but he drowsed through the early afternoons when a none-too-digestible small-town unch was as lead within him. Despite the beauty of the land and the joy of pushing on they both had things to endure After lunch it was sometimes an agony to Claire to keep awake Her eyes felt greasy from the food or smarted with the sun glare. Inthe still air after the morning breeze had been burnt out the heat from the engine was a torment ubout her feet; and if there was another car ahead the trail of dust sifted into her throat. Unless there was traffic to keep her awake she nodded at the wheel; she was merely a part of a machine that ran’ on without seeming to make any impression on the prairie’s endlessness. Over and over there were the same manipulations for downhill, careful of sand at the bottom; letting her out On a emooth stretch; waving to a lonely farmwife in her slow THE SATURDAY EVENING POST By SINCLAIR LEWIS a, Tt Was a Young Poet, Rimetess and Inarticulate, Who Huddied Behind the Bushes and Thought of the Girt He Would Never See Again small baked dooryard; slow to pass a haywagon; gas for up the next hill; and repeat the round all over again. But she was joyous till noon; and with midafternoon a new strength came, which, as rose crept above the golden haze of dust, deepened into serene meditation. And she was finding the one secret of long-distance driving— namely, driving; keeping on, thinking by fifty- mile units, not by the ten-mile stretches of Long Island runs; and not fretting over anything whatever. She seemed charmed; if she had a puncture— why, she put on the spare. If she ran out of gas—why, any passing driver would lend her a gallon. Nothing, it seemed, could halt her level flight across the giant land. She rarely lost her way. She was guided by the friendly trail signs—those big red R’s and L’s on fence post and telephone pole, magically telling the way from the Missis- sippi to the Pacific. Her father’s occasional musing talk kept her from lone- liness. He was a good touring companion. Motoring is not the best occasion for epigrams, satire, and the Good One You Got Off at the Lambs Club last night. Such verbiage on motor trips invariably results in the mysteri- ous finding of the corpse of a strange man, well dressed, hidden beside the road. Claire and her father mumbled “Good farmhouse—brick,”’ or ‘‘ Nice view,’’ and smiled; and were for miles as silent as the companionable sky. Claire thought of the people she knew, especially of Jeff But she could not clearly remember his lean earnest face. Between her and Jeff were sweeping sunny leagues. But she was not lonely. Certainly she was not lonely for a young man with a raincoat, a cat and an interest in Japan. No singer after a first concert has felt more triumphant than Claire when she crossed her first state line—rumbled over the bridge across the Red River into North Dakota. To see Dakota car licenses everywhere, instead of Minne- sota, was like the sensation of street signs in a new lan- guage. And when she found a good hotel in Fargo and had a real bath she felt that by her own efforts she had earned the right to enjoy it. Mr. Boltwood caught her enthusiasm. Dinner was a festival, and in iced tea the peaceful conquistadores drank the toast of the new Spanish Main; and afterward arm in arm went chattering to the movies. Saxton. TLELVUSTTRATE DO June 7,1919 os = F. R. GRUGER In front of the Royal Palace— Pictures, 4 Great Acts Vaudeville 4—was browsing a small beetlelike tin-covered car. “Dad! Look! I’msure yes, of course; there’s his suitcase, That’s the car of that nice boby—don’t you re- member?—the one that pulled us out of the mud at—I don’t remember the name of the place. Appar: ently he’s keeping going. I remember; he’s headed for Seattle too. We'll look for him in the theater. Oh, the darling, there’s his cat! What was the funny name he gave her—the Marchioness Mont- morency or something?” Lady Vere de Vere, afraid of Fargo and movie crowds, but trusting in her itinerant castle, the bug, was curled in Milt Daggett’s ulster in the bottom of the car. She twinkled her whiskers at Claire! and purred to a stroking hand. With the excitement’ of one try- ing to find the address of a friend in a strange land Claire looked over the audience when the lights came on before the vaudeville. In the second row she saw Milt’s stiffish rope-colored {|hair—surprisingly smooth above an astoundingly clean new tan shirt of mercerized silk. He laughed furiously at the dialogue between Pete— Rosenheim & Larose—Bettina, though it contained the cheese joke, the mother-in-law joke, and the joke about the wife rifling her husband’s pockets. “Our young friend seems to have enviable youthful spirits,” commented Mr. Boltwood. “‘Now, no superiority! He’s probably never seen a real vaudeville show. Wouldn’t it be fun to take him to the Winter Garden or the Follies for the first time! . . . Instead of being taken by Jeff Saxton, and having the humor—oh, so articulately explained!” The pictures were resumed; the film which, under ten or twelve different titles, Claire had already seen, even though Brooklyn Heights does not devote Saturday evening to the movies. The bad man; the sheriff—an aged party with whiskers and boots; the hold-up; the sad eyes of the sheriff's daughter—also an aged party, but with a sun- bonnet and the most expensive rouge; the crook’s refor- mation and his violent adherence to law and order; this libel upon the portions of these United States lying west of Longitude 101° Claire had seen too often. She dragged her father back to the hotel, sent him to bed and entered her room-— to find a telegram upon the bureau. She had sent her friends a list of the places at which she would be likely to stop. The message was from Jeff Saxton, in Brooklyn. It brought to her mind the steady shine of his glasses—the most expensive glasses, with the very best curved lenses—as it demanded: Received letter about trip. Surprised. Anxious. Will tire you out; fatigue prairie roads bad for your father Mountain roads dangerous; strongly advise go only part way, then take train. GEOFFREY She held the telegram, flipping her fingers against one end of it as she debated. She remembered how the wide world had flowed toward her over the hood of the Gomez all day. She wrote in answer: Awful perils of road, two punctures, split infinitive, eggs at lunch questionable, but struggle on. Before she sent it she held counsel with her father. She sat on the foot of his bed and tried to sound dutiful: “‘I don’t want to do anything that’s bad for you, daddy. But isn’t it taking your mind away from business?”’ “*Ye-es; I think it is. Anyway, we'll try it a few days more.” “I fancy we can stand up under the strain and perils. I think we can persuade some of these big farmers to come to the rescue if we encounter any walruses or crocodiles among the wheat. And I have a feeling that if we ever get stuck our friend of the Teal bug w:!! help us.’ “Probably never see him again. He'll skip on ahead of us.”

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gt “Of course road. He must have got into Fargo long before we did. Now to-morrow I think s vil T WAS Claire’s first bad day since the hole in the mud. She had started gallantly, scooting along the level road that flies straight west of Fargo. But at noon she en- countered a restaurant that made eating seem an evil That they might have fair fame among motorists the commercial club of Reaper had set at the edge of town a sign— Welcome to Reaper, a Live Town—Speed Limit 8 Miles per hr. Being interpreted that sign meant that if you went much over twenty miles an hour on the main street people might glance at you; and that the real wel- come—the only impression of Reaper that tourists were likely to carry awa) was the welcome in the one restau- rant. It was called the Eats Garden. As Claire and her father entered they were stifled by a belch of smoke from the frying pan in the kitchen. The room was blocked by a huge lunch counter: there was only one table, covered with oilcloth decorated with venerable spots of dried egg yolk. The waiter-cook, whose apron was gravy-patterned, with a border and stomacher of plain gray dirt, grumbled “Whadyuhwant?”’ E Claire sufficiently recovered to pick out the type from the fly specks on the menu, and she ordered a small steak and coffee for her father; for herself tea, boiled eggs, toast. “Toast? We ain’t got any toast!” “Well, can’t you make it?” “Oh, I suppose I could.” When they came the slice of toast were an inch thick, burnt on one side and raw on the other. The tea was bitter and the eggs watery. Her father reported that his steak was high-test rawhide, and his coffee—well, he wasn’t sure just what substitute had been used for chicory he thought it was lukewarm juinine. Claireraged: “‘ Youknow, this town really has aspira- tions. They're beginning to build such nice little bung lows; and there’s a fine clean bank. Then they permit t} scoundrel to advertise the town among strangers in- fluential strangers, in mo- tors—by serving food like this! I suppose they thinl they arrest crimir here, yet this restaurant man is a thief to charge real mor ey for food like this. Yes, an he’s a murderer!” “Oh come now, Dolly!” “Yes he is, literally. He must in his glorious career have given chronic indigestion to thousands of people — shortened . 2-3 their lives by years. SS That’s wholesale ee murder. If I were the authorities here I'd be indulgent to the people who only “4 murder one or two people, but im- prison this cook for life. Really, I mean it!”’ “Well, he probably does the best he is **He does not! These ege and this bread were perfectly good before he did black magie over them. And did you see the contemptuous look he gave me when I wa so eccentric as to order toast? O Reaper, Reaper, you desire a modern town, yet I wonder if you know how many thousands of tourists go from coast to coast, cursing you? If I could only hang that restaurant man—and the others like him—in a rope of his own hempen griddle cakes! The Great American Frying Pan! I don’t expect men building a new town to have time to read Hugh Walpole, but I do expect them to afford a cook who can fry eggs!” We haven't laid an eye on him along the THE SATURDAY EVENING POST As she paid the check Claire tried to think of some pro- test that would have an effect on the obese wits of the restaurant man. In face of his pink puffiness she gave it up. Her failure as a Citizeness Fixit sent her out of the place in a fury, carried her on in a dusty whirl till the engine spat, sounded tired and reflective, and said it guessed it wouldn't go any farther that day. Now that she had something to do Claire became patient “Run out of gas. Isn't it lucky I got that can for an extra gallon?” But there was plenty of gas. There was no discernible reason why the car should not go. She started the engine It ran for half a minute and quit. All the plugs showed sparks. No wires were detached in the distributor. There And that of a motor was plenty of water, and the oil was not clogged ended Claire’s proud knowledge of the inside She stopped two several motorists. The fir s was ure hat there was dirt on the point of the needle valve in the carburetor. While Claire shuddered lest he never get it back he took out the needle valve, wiped it, put it back and the engine was again started; and again with great promptness it stopped The second Good Samaritan knew that one of the wires in the distributor must be detached, and though she as sured him that she had inspected them he looked pityingly at her smart sports suit, said ‘* Well, I'll just take a look,” and removed the distributor cover. He also scratched his head, felt of the fuses under the cowl, scratched his cheek, poked a finger at the carburetor, rubbed his ear, said ‘Well, uh .’ looked to see if there was water and gas sighed ‘‘Can’t just seem to find out what's the trouble,” shot at his own car, and escaped Claire had been highly grateful and laudatory to both of them—but she remained here, ten miles from nowhere It was a beautiful place. Down a hill the wheat swam toward a village whose elevator was a glistening tower Mud hens gabbled in a slew, alfalfa shone with unearth! green, and bees went junketing toward a field of red clover But she had the motorist's fever to go on, The road behind and in front was very long, very white—and very empty Her father, out of much thought and a solid ignorance about all of motoring beyond the hiring of chauffeurs and the payment of bills, suggested, “Uh, Dolly, have you looked to see if these, ul Are the fuses all right? “Yes, dear; I've looked at ‘em three times so far,’” she said, just a little too smoothly On the ve miles to eastward a line of dust, then a small car. As it approached, the driver must have sighted her and increased speed. He came up at thirty-five miles an hour. ‘Now we'll get something done! Look! It’s a bug or a Teal or something. I believe it’s the young man it of the mud.” ° Milt Daggett stopped and casually greeted them: “Why, hello, Miss a flivver rot got us o Boltwood Thought vou'd be way ahead of me some **Mrwr,”’ said Verede Vere. What his meant the his- torian doe not ‘No; I've been Mister—er—I ' quite remem- per your name It Daggett.” “There's some- thing the matter tall Do you sup pose you could tell what it is?” 1 don’t know I'll see if I can find “Then you prob- ly will. The two ther men knew everything. One of them was the in- ventor of wheels, and the other dis- covered skidding So of course thev couldn’t help me.” Milt added noth- ing to her frivolity, but his smile was friendly. He lifted the round rubber cap of the distribu- tor. Then Claire’ faith tumbled in the dust Twice had the wires been tested. Milt tested themagain. Shewas too tired of botch ing to tell him he was wasting time. **Got an oil can?” he hesitated Through a tiny hole in the plate of the di tributor | dr ippe d two drop of oil only two drop ‘IT gue ma} be that’ vhat it needed You ht ~ her 1 1 see ‘iz ho ne T : ee ad ih yas: Sf he Lid i - 4 ] Dubiously Cl — mRNA rted the engine. 1 i! lt tl and it “Good Night,"’ She Whispered, “and Thank You—Oh, Thank You" did top. Agair 1

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oung and adoring. ng for a good job you're enjoying your “I Can Drive This Boat 's Weill at You Can. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Nonsense! He'’sa pe rfe ctly decent young chap - I know. Of course. He probably works hard in a and is terribly nice to his mother and sisters at I wouldn’t want the dear lamb to be a Too thankless a job.”’ For the first In a few yvarage home. I mean devoted knight, thoug! She slowed the car down to fifteen an hour. ime she began to watch the road behind her. minutes a moving spot showed in the dust three miles back Oh, naturally; he would still be behind her. Only If he stopped, just to look at the scenery, he would go on ahead of her. She stopped for a moment—for a time too brief toindicate that anything had gone wrong with her car. he saw that the bug stopped also, and she Milt was his palm over his eyes—as Laring bach fancied that out standing beside it, peering with py, unnatural and disturbing in the wide peace, she drove on a mile and halted again; again halted her attendant. He was keeping a consistent two to four miles behind, she estimated. “This won't do at all,” she worried. ‘‘ Flattering, but omehow Whatever sort of a cocoon-wrapped hussy lam, | don’t collect scalps. | won't have young men serv- ing me—graft on them—get amusement out of their truggles Jesides—suppose he became just a little more friendly each time he came up, all the way from Fresh. No, it won't do.” ran the car to the side of the **More trouble?” No Just ‘But—there’s a good deal of scenery on all sides, with- out stopping, seems to me!”’ “Yes, but : She looked back. here to Seattle? She road. groaned her father. want to see scenery Milt had come into sight; had paused to take observations. Her father caught it. “Oh, Isee. Pardon me. Our squire still following? him go on ahead? Wise lass.”’ 7 3 I think ’s better to avoid complica- Let perhaps it tion “Of course.” Mr. Boltwood’s manner did not merely avoid Milt; it abolished him She saw Milt after five minutes of stationary watching start forward. He came dustily rattling up with a hail of ‘Distributor on strike again?”’ so cheerful that it hurt her to dismiss him. But she had managed a househoid. She was able to say suavely: ‘No, everything is fine. I’m sure it will be now. I'm afraid we are holding you back. You mustn't worry about us.” : “Oh, that’s all right!’’—breezily. go wrong. Say, is this poetry book “No, I’m sure nothing will go wrong now. You mustn’t feel responsible for us. But—uh—you understand we're very grateful for what you have done; and—uh—perhaps we shall see each other in Seattle?”’ “Something might She made it brightly interrogatory. “Oh, I see yt Tou Make One Move to Stop and I Steer Her Over. June 7,1919 His hands gripped the wheel. His cheeks had been too ruddily tinted by the Dakota sun to show a blush, but his teeth caught his lower lip. He had no starter on his bug; he had in his embarrassment to get out and crank. He did it quietly, not looking at her. She could see that his hand trembled on the crank. When he did glance at her as he drove off it was apologetically, miserably. His foot was shaking on the clutch pedal. The dust behind his car concealed him. For twenty miles she was silent, save when she burst out to her father: “IT do hope you're enjoying the trip. It’s so easy to make people unhappy. I wonder No; had to be done.” vue N THE morning when Milt Daggett had awakened to sunshine in the woods north of Gopher Prairie he had discovered the golden age. As mile on mile he jogged over new hills without having to worry about getting back to his garage in time to repair somebody's car, he realized that for the past two years he had forced himself to find contentment in building up a business that had no future. Now he laughed and whooped; he drove with one foot inelegantly and enchant ingly up on the edge of the cowl; he made Lady Vere de Vere bow t farmers: he went to the movies every evening—twice in Fargo; and when the chariot of the young prince swept to the brow of a hill he murmured, not in the manner of » astounded a bug a stinging awe, “All that big country! We'll settle down some day and be solid driver, but with Ours to see, puss! citizens and raise families and wheeze when we walk, but—all those hills to sail over and Come on! Lez sail!” He attended the motion pictures nightly. As recently as one week before, he had preferred those earnest de- pictions in which hard-working moral actors shoot one another or ride the most uncomfortable horses up moun- tain sides. But now, with a mental apology to that propa- gandist of lowbrowism, the absent Mac, he chose the films in which the leading men wore evening clothes, and no one ever did anything without being assisted by a ‘‘man.” Aside from the pictures Milt’s best tutors were traveling men. Though he measured every cent and for his camp fire dinners bought modest chuck steaks he had at least one meal a day at a hotel—to watch the traveling men. To Claire traveling men were merely commercial per sons in hard-boiled suits. She identified them with the writing-up of order slips on long littered writing tables, and with hotels that reduced the delicate arts of dining and sleeping to gray greasiness. But Milt knew traveling men. He knew that not only were they the missionaries of business, supplementing the taking of orders by telling merchants how to build up trade, how to trim windows and treat customers like human beings; but they, more than the local ministers and doctors and teach- ers and also that newspaper men, were the agents in spreading Continued on Page 97) petted ‘ Blooie! Down the Bank!"

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, THE SATURDAY EVENING By Pelham Grenville Wodehouse xXxIV EFORGE’S idea was to get home quick There was no possible chance of a second meeting with Maud that night. They had met and had been whirled asunder. No use to struggle with fate. Best to give in and hope that another time fate would be’ kinder. What George wanted now was to be away from all the gay glitter and the fairylike tout ensemble and the galaxy of fair women and brave men, safe in his own easy-chair, where nothing could happen to him. A nice sense of duty would no doubt have taken him back to his post in order fully to earn the sovereign which had been paid to him for his services as temporary waiter; but the voice of duty called to him in vain. If the British aristocracy desired refreshments, let them get them for themselves—and like it! He was through. But if George had for the time being done with the Brit- ish aristocracy, the British aristocracy had not done with him. Hardly had he reached the hall when he encoun- tered the one member of the order whom he would most gladly have avoided. Lord Belpher was not in genial mood. Late hours always made his head ache, and he was not a dancing man; so that he was by now fully as weary of the fairylike tout ensemble as was George. But, being the center and cause of the night’s proceedings, he was compelled to be present to the finish. He was in the position of captains who must be the last to leave their ships and of boys who stand on burning decks whence all but them had fled. He had spent several hours shaking hands with total strangers and receiv- ing with a frozen smile their felicitations on the attainment of his majority; and he could not have been called upon to meet a larger horde of relations than had surged round him that night if he had been a rabbit. The Belpher con- nection was wide, straggling over most of England; and first cousins, second cousins, and even third and fourth cousins had debouched from practically every county on the map and marched upon the home of their ancestors. The effort of having to be civil to all of these had told upon Percy. Like the heroine of his sister Maud’s favorite poem he was “aweary, aweary,”’ ard he wanted a drink. He regarded George’s appearance as exceedingly opportune, *“Get me a small bottle of champagne and bring it to the library.” “Yes, sir.’ The two words sound innocent enough, but, wishing as he did to efface himself and avoid publicity, they were the most unfortunate which George could have chosen. If he had merely bowed acquiescence and departed, it is prob- able that Lord Belpher would not have taken a sec- ond look at him. Percy was in no condition to subject everyone he met to a minute scrutiny. But when you have been addressed for an entire lifetime as ‘‘ your lordship,”’ it startles you when a waiter calls you “‘sir.’’ Lord Belpher gave George a glance in which reproof and pain were nicely mingled, emotions quickly supplanted by amazement. A gurgle escaped him. “Stop!” he cried, as George turned away. Percy was rattled. The crisis found him in two minds. On the one hand, he would have been prepared to take oath that this man before him was the man who had knocked off his hat in Piccadilly. The likeness had struck scious dignity of one who, while he would have freely ILLUSTRATED Br HENRY RALEIGH admitted he did not actu- ally own the castle, wa nevertheless aware that Maud's Heart Was as Light as the Breeze That Ruffied the Green Hedges he was one of its most col him like a blow the moment he had taken a good look at the fellow. On the other hand, there is nothing which is more likely to lead one astray than a resemblance. He had never forgotten the horror and humiliation of the occa- sion, which had happened in his fourteenth year, when a motherly woman at Paddington Station had called him “dearie’’ and publicly embraced him, on the erroneous supposition that he was her nephew Philip. He must pro- ceed cautiously. A brawl with an innocent waiter, coming on the heels of that infernal episode with the policeman, would give people the impression that assailing the lower orders had become a hobby of his. “Sir?” said George politely. His brazen front shook Lord Belpher’s confidence “T haven't seen you here before, have I?" was all he could find to say. “Ne, af, porarily attached to the castle staff.”’ replied George smoothly. “I am only tem- “Where do you come from?” “ America, sir.”’ Lord Belpher started. ‘*America!”’ “Yes, sir. I am in England on a vacation. My cousin Albert is page boy at the castle, and he told me there were a few vacancies for extra help to-night, so I applied and was given the job.” Lord Belpher frowned perplexedly. It all sounded entirely plausible. And, what was satisfactory, the state- ment could be checked by application to Keggs, the butler. And yet there was a lingering doubt. However, there seemed nothing to be gained by continuing the conver- sation. “T see,’ he said at last. ‘‘Well, bring that champagne to the library as quick as you can.” “Very good, sir.” Lord Belpher remained where he stood, brooding. Rea- son told him he ought to be satisfied, but he was not satis fied. It would have been different had he not known that this fellow with whom Maud had become entangled was in the neighborhood. And if that scoundrel had had the audacity to come and take a cottage at the castle gates, why not the audacity to invade the castle itself? The appearance of one of the footmen, on his way through the hall with a tray, gave him the opportunity for further investigation. “Send Keggs to me! “Very good, your lordship.’ An interval and the butler arrived. Unlike Lord Bel- pher late hours were no hardship to Keggs. He was essen- tially a night-blooming flower. His brow was as free from wrinkles as his shirt front. He bore himself with the con- spicuous ort aments, ‘You wished to see me, your lordship?” “Ves Keggs, there are a number of outside men he iping you to-night, aren't there? “Indubitably, your lordship. The unprecedented seale of the entertainment necessitated the engagement of a certain number of supernumeraries,"’ replied Keggs, with an easy fluency which Reggie Byng, now cooling his head on the lower terrace, would have bitterly envied. “‘In the circumstances, such an arrangement was inevitable.” ‘You engaged all these men yourself “In a manner of speaking, your lordship, and for all practical purposes, yes. Mrs. Digby, the ‘ousekeeper, conducted the actual negotiations in many cases, but the arrangement was in no instance considered final till I had } applicant.”’ “Do you know anything of an American who the cousin of the page boy “The boy Albert did introduce a nominee whom he stated to be ’is cousin ‘ome from New York on a visit and anxious to oblige. I trust 'e ’as given no dissatisfaction, your lordship? He seemed a respectable young man.” ‘No, no, not at all. I merely wished know if you knew him. One can't be too carefu ‘No, indeed, your lords} p.” “That's all then.” * Thank you, your lordship 7 Lord Belpher was Satisfied. He was also relieved H{ felt that prudence and a steady head had kept him fror making himself returned with the life-saving fluid, he thanked him and turned his thoughts to other things passed upon eac “ays he i ridiculous When George present tut if the young master was satisfied, Keggs was not Upon Kegys a bright light had shone men, he flattered himself, who could more readily put two and two together and bring the sum to a correct answer Keggs knew of the strange American gentleman who had taken up his abode at the cottage down by Platt’s farn The re were fev His looks, his habits, and his motives for coming there had formed food for discussion throughout one whole meal ir the servants’ hall; a stranger whose abstention from bru and palette showed him to be no artist being an object interest. And while the solution put forward by a romar tic lady’s maid, a great reader of novelettes, that the young man had come there to cure himself of some unhapp passion by communing with Nature, had been scoffed at b the company, Keggs had not been so sure that there might not be something in it. Later events had deepened his suspicion, which now, after this interview with Lord Belpher, had become certainty. The extreme fishiness of Albert’s sudden productiotr of a cousin from America was so manifest that only his preox cupation at the moment when he met the 5 ing man could

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ive prevented him seeing it before. His nowledge of Albert told him that, if one so ersed as that youth in the art of swank had eally posseased a cousin in America, he would ng ag have een boring the servants’ hall ! the man’s wealth and in r For Albert not to lie about a i proved that th , nor ‘ } the mple reed of . Ke 4 | i ed a pa ng I ‘ 0 ny ed Albert ar hers j } ! ! aumeful manner that ister-! 1 hat i referred i ee { , the ‘ Fredd Thar ! iid Fred Re good! ned Keggs, whose f on . nee of I l differed l i from hieh he lered it became empl vnen conversing with ed The fall of reat er! but too | i due to the failure of their miser- ble bodies to give the neee ary sup port to their great brair There are ome, for example, who say that Na- pole ould have won the battle of Waterloo if he had not had dy pepsia Not otherwise was it with Albert on that present oceasion. The il of Keggs found him at ad advantage He had been imprudent enough, on leaving George to en deavor to smoke a cigar, purloined from the box which xl hospitably open on a table in the hall Rut for this. who knows with what cunning counterattach he mieht have oiled the butler’s onslaught? A t wa the battle was a wal er f the ene I've been looking for you. oung blighted Albert! aid Kegy coldly Albert turned a green but defiant face to the foe Go and boil yer ‘ead! he advised ‘Never mind about mv ‘ead. If | was »domy duty by you, I'd give you a elip de of your ‘ead, that’s what I'd do.” And then bury it out in the woods,” ndded Albert, wincing as the consequences of his rash act vept through his small form like some nauseous tidal e. He shut his eye It upset him to see Keggs shim- t ing like that. A shimmering butler is an awful wiht Keggs laughed a hard laugh ‘You and your cousins “What about my cousins “Ves, wh } have been asking ourselves America!” from America?” That's just what Lord Belpher from about them’ and me Pe “1 don’t know what you're talkin’ about.’ Albert! Who sneaked that American fellow into the 'ouse to meet Lady Maud?” I never!” “You soon will, young blighted “Think I didn’t see through your little game? Why, I knew from the first.” ‘Yes, you did! ‘hen why did you let him into the place?” Kegg snorted triumphantly ‘There! You admit it! It was that feller!’ loo late Albert saw his false move, a move which, in a normal state of health, he would have scorned to make Just as Napoleon, minus a stomachache, would have corned the blunder that sent his cuirassiers plunging to destruction in the sunken road I don’t know what you're torkin’ about,” he said weakly) Well,” said Kegg | ‘aven’'t time to stand ‘ere chat- ‘with vou. | must going back to ‘is lordship, to tell 1 of the ’orrid trick you played on him.” A second spasm shook Albert to the core of his being. The double assault was too much for him. Betrayed by the body, the spirit vielded » , You wouldn't do that, Mr Keggs!"’ There was a white flag in every syllable, “TI would, if | did my duty “But you don't care about that,” urged Albert ingra- tiatingly ‘I'll ‘ave to think it over,” mused Keggs. “I don't vant to be ‘ard on a young boy He struggled silently with himself. ‘Ruinin’ ‘is prospecks!” An inspiration seemed to come to him “All right, young blighted THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Albert,’’ he said briskly. ‘‘I’ll go against my better ne- Saye : / ture this once and chance it. . a} “‘And now, young yt feller me lad, you si ’ just ’and over that a ticket of yours! You - - know what I’m al- Sonpmateoret *". loodin’ to! That ticket you ‘ad at the r sweep, the one with ‘Mr. X’ on it.” Albert’s indomita- ble spirit triumphed for a moment over hi stricken body. “That's it!” likely,air “And Now, Young Feiter Me Lad, You Just 'and Over That Ticket of Yours!"’ Keggs sighed—the sigh of a good man who has done his best to help a fellow being and has been baffled by the other's perversity. ‘Just as you please,” he said sorrowfully. ‘‘But I did ‘ope I shouldn’t ‘ave to go to ’is lordship and tell ’im ’ow you've deceived him.” Albert capitulated, **Ere you are!"’ A piece of paper changed hands. “It’s men like you wot lead to ‘arf the crime in the country!” “Much obliged, me lad.” ‘You'd walk a mile in the snow, you would,” continued Albert, pursuing his train of thought, ‘‘to rob a starving beggar of a ’alfpenny!” “Who's robbing anyone? Don’t you talk so quick, young man. I'm going to do the right thing by you. You can ‘ave my ticket marked ‘Reggie Byng.’ It’s a fair exchange, and no one the worse.”’ “Fat lot of good that is!” “That's as it may be. Anyhow, there it is.” Keggs pre- pared to withdraw. “You're too young to ’ave all that money, Albert. You wouldn't know what to do with it. It wouldn’t make you ’appy. There’s other things in the world besides winning sweepstakes. And, properly speak- ing, you ought never to have been allowed to draw at all, being so young.” Albert groaned hollowly. “When you've finished torkin’ I wish you'd kindly ‘ave the goodness to leave me alone. I’m not myself.” “That,” said Keggs cordially, ‘is a bit of luck for you, my boy. Accept my ‘eartiest felicitations!”’ Defeat is the test of the great man. Your true general is not he who rides to triumph on the tide of an easy victory, but the one who, when crushed to earth, can bend himself to the task of planning methods of rising again. Such a one was Albert, the page boy. Observe Albert in his attic bedroom scarcely more than an hour later. His body has practically ceased to trouble him, and his soaring spirit has come into its own again. With the exception of a now very oceasional spasm, his physical anguish has passed, and he is thinking, thinking hard. On the chest of drawers is a grubby envelope, addressed in an ill-formed hand to R. BynG, Esa. ” June 7,1919 On a sheet of paper, soon to be placed in the envelope, are written in the same hand these words: Do not dispare! Remember! Fante hart never won fair lady. I shall watch your futur progres with consid- urable interest. Your WELL-WISHER. The last sentence is not original. Albert’s Sunday-school teacher said it to Albert on the occasion of his taking up his duties at the castle, and it stuck in his memory —for- tunately, for it expressed exactly what Albert wished to say. From now on Reggie Byng’s progress with Lady Maud Marsh was to be the thing nearest to Albert’s heart. And George meanwhile? Little knowing how fate has changed in a flash an ally into an opponent, he is standing at the edge of the shrubbery near the castle gate. The nicht is very beautiful; the barked spots on his hands and knees are hurting much less now, and he is full of long sweet thoughts. He has just discovered the extraordinary resemblance, which had not struck him as he was climbing up the knotted sheet, between his own position and that of the hero of Tennyson’s Maud, a poem to which he has always been peculiarly addicted, and never more so than during the days since he learned the name of the only possible girl. When he has not been playing golf, Tennyson's Maud has been hisconstant companion. s Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, Little head, sunnii g over with curls, To the flo vers, and be their sun. The music from the ballroom flows out to him through the motionless air. The smell of sweet earth and growing things is every where. Come into the garde n, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. He draws a deep breath, misled young man! Thenight is very beautiful. It is near to the dawn and in the bushes live things are beginning to stir and whimper. **Maud!” Surely she can hear him? “Maud!” The silver stars looked down dispassion- ately. This sort of thing has no novelty for them. now xV | pare BELPHER’S twenty-first birthday dawned brightly, heralded in by much twittering of sparrows in the ivy outside his bedroom. These Percy did not hear, for he was a sound sleeper and had had a late night. The first sound that was able to penetrate his heavy slumber and rouse him to a realization that his birthday had arrived was the piercing cry of Reggie Byng on his way to the bathroom across the corridor. It was Reggie’s disturbing custom to urge him- self on to a cold bath with encouraging yells; and the noise of this performance, followed by violent splashing and a series of sharp howls as the sponge played upon the Byng spine, made sleep an impossibility within a radius of many yards. Percy sat up in bed and cursed Reggie silently. He discovered that he had a headache. Presently the door flew open, and the vocalist entered in person, clad in a pink bathrobe and very tousled and rosy from his tub. ““Many happy returns of the day, Boots old thing!”’ Reggie burst rollickingly into song. He was not saddest when he sang. Others were. I’m twenty-one to-day! Twenty-one to-day! I’ve got the key of the door! Never been twenty-one before! And father says I can do what I like! So shout ae ! I’m a jolly good fellow, Twenty-one to-day! Lord Belpher scowled morosely. “‘T wish you wouldn’t make that infernal noise!” “What infernal noise?” “That singing!” “This man has wounded me!” said Reggie. “‘T’ve a headache.” “I thought you would have, laddie, when I saw you get- ting away with the liquid last night. An X-ray photo- graph of your liver would show something like a crumpled oak-leaf studded with hobnails. You ought to take more exercise, dear heart. Except for sloshing that policeman, you haven't done anything athletic for years.” “IT wish you wouldn’t harp on that affair!” teggie sat down on the bed. “Between ourselves, old man,” he said confidentially, “T also, I myself, Reginald Byng, in person, was perhaps

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ee a shade polluted during the evening. I give you my honest word that just after dinner I saw three versions of your uncle, the bishop, standing in a row side by side. I tell you, laddie, that for a moment I thought I had strayed into a Bishop’s Beano at Exeter Hall, or the Atheneum, or wherever it is those chappies collect in gangs. Then the three bishops sort of congealed into one bishop, a trifle blurred about the outlines, and I felt relieved. But what convinced me that I had emptied a flagon or so too many was a rather rummy thing that occurred later on. Have you ever happened, during one of these feasts of reason and flows of soul, when you were bubbling over with joie de vivre—have you ever happened to see things? What I mean to say is, I had a deuced odd experience last night. I could have sworn that one of the waiter-chappies was that fellow who knocked off your hat in Piccadilly.” Lord Belpher, who had sunk back onto the pillows at Reggie’s entrance and had been listening to his talk with only intermittent attention, shot up in bed “What!” “‘Absolutely! My mistake, of course, but there it was. The fellow might have been his double.” “But you’ve never seen the man!” “Oh, yes, I have. I forgot to tell you. I met him on the links yesterday. I'd gone out there alone, rather expecting to have a round with the pro., but finding this lad there, I suggested that we might go round together. We did eight- een holes, and he licked the boots off me. Very hot stuff he was. And after the game he took me off to his cottage and gave me a drink. He lives at the cottage next door to Platt’s farm, so, you observe, it was the identical chappie. We got extremely matey. Like brothers! Absolutely! So you can understand what a shock it gave me when I found what I took to be the same man serving bracers to the multitude the same evening. One of those nasty jars that cause a fellow’s head to swim a bit, don’t you know, and make him lose confidence in himself.” Lord Belpher did not reply. His brain was whirling. So he had been right after all! “You know,”” pursued Reggie seriously, “I think you are making the bloomer of a lifetime over this hat-swatting chappie. You've misjudged him. He’s a first-rate sort, take it from me! Nobody could have got out of the bunker at the fifteenth hole better than he did. If you'll take my advice you'll conciliate the feller. A really first-class golfer is what you need in the family. Besides, even leaving out THE SATURDAY EVENING POST of the question the fact that he can do things with a niblick that I didn’t think anybody except a pro. could do, he’s a corking good sort. A stout fellow in every respect. I took to the chappie. He’s all right! Grab him, Boots, before he gets away, that’s my tip to you. You'll never regret it! From first to last this lad didn’t foozle a single drive, and his approach-putting has to be seen to be believed. Well got to dress, I suppose. Mustn’t waste life’s springtime sitting here talking to you. Toodle-oo, laddie! We shall meet anon!”’ Lord Belpher leaped from his bed. He was feeling worse than ever now, and a glance into the mirror told him that he looked rather worse than he felt. Late nights and insuf- ficient sleep, added to the need of a shave, always made him look like something that should have been swept up and taken away to the ashbin. And as for his physical condition, talking to Reggie Byng never tended to make you feel better when you had a headache. Reggie’s man ner was not soothing, and on this particular morning his choice of a topic had been unusually irritating. Lord Belpher told himself that he could not understand Reggie. He had never been able to make his mind quite clear as to the exact relations between the latter and his sister Maud, but he had always been under the impression that, if they were not actually engaged, they were on the verge of becoming so, and it was maddening to have to listen to Reggie advocating the claims of a rival as if he had no per sonal interest in the affair at all. Percy felt for his com- plaisant friend something of the annoyance which a householder feels for the watchdog whom he finds frater nizing with the burglar. Why, Reggie, more than anyone else, ought to be foaming with rage at the insolence of this American fellow in coming down to Belpher and planting himself at the castle gates. Instead of which, on his own showing, he appeared to have adopted an attitude toward him which would have excited remark if adopted by David toward Jonathan. He seemed to spend all his spare time frolicking with the man on the golf links and hobnobbing with him in his house. Lord Belpher was thoroughly upset. It was impossible to prove it or to do anything about it now, but he was con- vinced that the fellow had wormed his way into the castle in the guise of a waiter. He had probably met Maud and plotted further meetings with her. One thing was certain, the family honor was in his hands, Anything that was to be done to keep Maud away from He Was a High+Strung Dog, Unused to Coming Upon Heads Moving Along the Road Without Bodies Attached the intruder must be done by himself less; he was capable, as far as Percy could see, of escorting Maud to the fellow’s door in his own car and leaving her on the threshold with his blessing. As for Lord Marsh moreton, roses and the family history took up so much of Reggie was hope his time that he could not be counted on for anything but moral support. He, Percy, must do the active work He had just come to this decision when, approa the window and gazing down into the grounds, he perceived his sister Maud walking rapidly, and—so it seemed to him—with a furtive air, down the east drive to the east that Platt’s farm and the cottage next door to it lay At the moment of this discovery Percy was in a costume ill adapted for the taking of country walks. Reggie’ remarks about his liver had struck home, and it had been his intention, by way of a corrective to his headache and a general feeling of before his bath arrayed wollen ill-health, to do a little work with a pair of Indian clubs He had imself for this purpose in an old sweater, a pair and patent-leather eveni } of gray-flannel trousers ‘r It was not the garb he would have chosen himself for a ramble, but time was fly ing Even to put ona pair of boot is a matter of minutes; and in another moment or two Maud would be out of sight Perey ran downstair snatched up a soft shooting hat, which proved too late to belong to some person with a head two sizes smaller than his own, and raced out into the grounds. He was just in time to see Maud disappearing round the corner of the drive Lord Belpher had never belonged to that virile class of the community which considers running a pleasure and a pastime. At Oxford, on those occasions when the members of his college had turned out on raw afternoons to trot along the river bank encouraging the college eight with yelling and the swinging of police rattles, Percy had always stayed prudently in his rooms with tea and buttered toast, thereby avoiding who knows what colds and cough When he ran, he ran reluctantly and with a definite object in view, such as the catching of a train quently not in the best of condition, and the sharp sprint which was imperative at this juncture if he was to keep hi sister in view, left him spent and panting. But he had the reward of reaching the gates of the drive not many set He wa conse onds after Maud, and of seeing her walking, more slowly Continued on Page 125

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28 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE SATURDAY EVENING POST FOUNDED A°D'! 1728 PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY INDF PENDENCE SQUARE PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA, U.S.A GEORGE HORACE LORIMER, EDITOR Ry Subscription $2 6 the Vear five Cents the Copy of All Newsdealers lo Caneda— By Subscription $2.4¢ the Year Single Copies, Ten Cents Requests for changes of address must reach us at least two weeks before they can become effective Ke sure to give your old address as well as the new one Foreign Subscriptions For Countries in the Postal Union Single Subscrip toms, $4450 Kemittences to be Made by International Postal Money Order PHILADELPHIA, JUNE 7, 1919 A Declining Product .— AN professor, with that passion for exactitude which characterizes the species, finds that 278 persons have been divested of royalty in some fashion or other ince the armistice was signed The fact is more important than you may think. There Witness the United States, which produces the article on a lavish scale, as the society can be snobbery without king of nearly all our daily organs of democratic But there cannot be a king column opinion so eloquently testify without snobbery Not even the meagerest German princeling, fourth in line of suecession to a realm for which no average lowa farmer would trade his fat acres without boot, could exist a day without it. Taken out of the atmosphere of snobbery, like a fish out of water, he would To talk about a democratic king is to talk the sheerest nonsense. There could no more be a democratic king than a live dead A king implies imply give three gasps, two flops and expire man. The terms are mutually exclusive anob Snobbery, of course, is only an annoyance. So are bed- bugs and boils; but normal people will take great pains to avoid them. The animal's organs adapt themselves to its environment, and kingship stands for the environment that produced snobbery. Once developed, the organ outlives its causes, There is your vermiform appendix, for example. Probably we shall have But snobbery is on so snobbery will outlive kings our society columns for a good while the declining hand Saving a Country EXICO may appear to be all right now — theoretically. If your memory runs back that far you will recall how odiously wrong she was in the last years of Diaz’ reign. The government was a deeply conservative tyranny sup- All but a comparatively few of the people were “exploited” by native and foreign capitalists. The progress of which Diaz boasted development of railroads, mines, industries, exports, internal peace, for- was only a plutocrats’ progress, which left the mass of the people where they had been before. in part, no doubt, a true indict- ment And in good part because the indictment was running so strong in the United States, Diaz was over- thrown. Much trouble ensued until Carranza came out on top. Some of our best theorists in what human society ought to be found him a sympathetic student of typewriter government inclined to adopt the newest ideas that had gone to press up to the moment of acting. Theoretically his government is as nearly all right as Diaz’ government was all wrong. It has all the modern literary improvements An American commercial commission which recently visited Mexico — taking with it the friendliest of intentions was cordially received. It is able to report that ‘‘condi- tions in the country are to-day no worse, so far as the committee can determine, than they have been for the past ported by bayonets eign credit So the indictment ran From all accounts he seems to have been few years, while in many respects they have improved.” Which could hardly be called a glowing encomium. Quite right in theory, Mexico in fact is mostly a wreck. It would be interesting to know what tangible differ- ences a dozen millions of the plain Mexican masses find between their situation to-day and that of fifteen years ago, before the revivifying winds of American idealism began blowing over the country. There is the greatest difference on paper; but unfortunately most of hem can- not read. In fact, they are worse off Stepping on Its Own Tail oe time ago, you remember, the Government pro- W posed to stabilize prices. With much discussion and deliberation and cabling to President Wilson over in Paris and a solemn consultation with the Attorney-General to see whether it would violate the antitrust laws the Depart- ment of Commerce set up a board to study the situation and agree upon a fair price for steel products. The Govern- ment is a great purchaser of those products. The idea was that if a scale of prices was agreed upon and the Government placed its orders at those prices other purchasers would also accept the prices as fair and place their orders. The board duly deliberated and consulted, and a scale of prices was agreed upon. But it is another branch of the Government—namely, the Railroad Administration that does the heaviest buying of steel; and that branch of the Government promptly rejected the price scale which the other branch of the Government had fixed, saying it preferred to take its chances in an open unstabilized market; and as the Government, when it came to buying, would not accept its own price scale nobody else would, One branch of the Government knocked the work of another branch fnto a cocked hat. There was more cabling to President Wilson over in Paris, but at a distance of three thousand miles and amid the distractions of the Peace Con- ference he could not very well settle the involved technical questions; so Government simply stood deadlocked. That is only one example out of many as to how Govern- ment—distended and overgrown with all this war busi- ness—-getsinitsown way. It isasafe bet that agovernment such as some of our radical labor friends envisage — owning and operating all sorts of undertakings— would spend half its time walking on its own tail. We Have Got to Get Together RANSPORTATION in the United States has been in the hands of the Government for more than a year. As to rail transportation, Government has increased the yearly pay roll by a billion dollars. At one time trans- portation in an important Southern district was tied up because of a strike of some fifteen hundred railroad clerks. The Government, as manager of the country’s trans- portation, is willing to pay the most liberal wages. It is willing to meet all the labor employed quite halfway in considering grievances or demands. It is willing to arbi- trate. An employer in that position ought to be able to get reasonable assurance of uninterrupted operation of the industry. There ought to be somebody with whom such an employer could make a binding bargain that would insure uninterrupted operation. The Government makes an apparently exhaustive in- vestigation of transportation wages. It grants increases of pay running up to a billion dollars a year. Apparently two million transportation employees are satisfied for the time being. Then a comparatively small number of them—say, fifteen hundred clerks—announce dissatis- faction, strike, and cripple transportation in that region. At about the same time railroad shopmen demand a further advance of seventeen cents an hour. They may be dealt with and satisfied. Then some other body—small in number relatively to the whole number employed in transportation— will present its demand. And any one of these separate demands may bring a strike that will paralyze transportation and throw a great number of satisfied employees temporarily out of work. The transportation industry is more highly organized than most others. It is in the hands of the Government, so there is no irritating question of a selfish or aggressive attitude on the part of the employer. There ought to bea transportation council or congress, representative in the broadest way of the employer and all the labor, capable of studying the whole situation and speaking for the whole situation with convincing authority. A Wall to Climb E CAN produce a great many more goods of various sorts than we consume — raw cotton, for example, and machinery. To keep our plant and labor fully employed we want to sell part of that surplus in Europe—to England and France, among others. By unpegging foreign exchange England and France have set up a barrier against Amer- ican imports, the effect being much the same as a dis- criminatory tariff. June 7,1919 For four years they bought enormous quantities of our goods; we bought comparatively little of their goods. Normally that would have resulted in an immense de- mand, in London and Paris, for American exchange with which to pay for our goods, while there would have been comparatively little offsetting demand on our part for English and French exchange. Th> price of American exchange would have risen greatly. Instead of being able to buy four and eight-tenths dollars with a pound sterling the Englishman could have bought only four dollars. In- stead of paying five francs for a dollar the Frenchman would have had to pay six or seven franes. And that would have enhanced the cost of American goods to the English and French buyers. Measured in their money our goods would have cost just that much more. That natural effect of the trade situation was avoided during the war by arbitrary governmental action. Ex- change was pegged — meaning that it was sustained at an agreed price. Recently England and France gave notice that they proposed to pull out the peg and let exchange drift to whatever level the trade situation made. Un- doubtedly one motive—and a perfectly legitimate one from the English and French point of view— was to dis- courage the importation of American goods, for if the Englishman and Frenchman have to pay more pounds sterling and more franes for a given number of American dollars they will be paying more pounds and frances for a given quantity of American goods. The effect is to raise the price of American goods, very much as though England and France levied an extra tariff on them. Of course England and France are right enough in wish- ing to reduce their purchases of American goods at this time. They already owe us several! billions— which is enough from their point of view. But unpegging exchange raises the presumption of a considerable handicap on our foreign trade. It is another call to put our best foot forward in the way of industrial efficiency. The Letter and the Spirit | ee )KING only at the face of the returns any time since the delegates met at Versailles, an American might simply throw up his hands. The covenant of the League of Nations depended primarily upon a Big Four. One of them, Italy—-without coal, not far from bankruptcy, in the most exigent need of assured peace, a settled European order and economic reconstruction— was ready to imperil the whole thing for the sake of grabbing Fiume, which not even the secret imperialistic Treaty of London had con- ceded to her. Not only did her statesmen talk of sending an army of two hundred thousand men to seize the coveted territory, but parliament backed them up and city crowds enthusiastically cheered them. On the face of the returns what Italy chiefly wanted was not peace, coal and credits but war and conquest. Japan was industriously feathering her own nest. France was pressing a demand for the German Saar Valley. Farther east in Europe raiding and grabbing were the order of the day. At many different points of the political compass what one saw in actual practice was not reliance upon justice, mutual good faith among nations, mutual respect for other people’s rights, but reliance upon force and intrigue. It looked just like the old game. Now the words set down in the covenant are of strictly secondary importance. Europe has made a hundred cove- nants and broken them. The decisive thing is the spirit. Unless the nations of Europe sincerely wished to set up a new international relationship, based on justice, good faith, good will, mutual respect; unless they were really minded to rely upon that and to make sacrifices of points of pres- tige and selfish advantage for the sake of it—no possible written covenant would be worth much; nor could the United States by any means afford to enter a partnership whatever the written articles of agreement might say — if various partners were going to sign a pledge of justice and good faith with one hand and reach for their neighbors’ pocketbooks with the other. If the spirit were going to be that manifested in some of the developments at Versailles we would much better stay out of it altogether, no matter what the words might be. But there is a great deal behind the face of the returns. Europe must have peace, a settled order and economic reconstruction or go to ruin. That states a cold fact. Of the nations that have most troubled the peace settlement not one can stand a new war. Europe must have the insurance policy which only a real League of Nations can underwrite or must face a prospect sufficient to daunt any- one. They will presently see that ble of seeing at all. A new order must come, but no old order dies in a day. The vast seethe of war is still in Europe’s mind. The out- croppings of imperialism, grab and conquest at Versailles are ebullitions that must subside. Europe must accept the spirit of the League of Nations in sincerity and good faith or perish. That is the great thing. The wording is secondary. all of them who are capa-

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) — - ie i a =~ THE SATURDAY EVENING POST NG BACKW. Men, Women and Events During Eight Decades of HAVE been of late reading The Education of Henry Adams, and : - a — it recalls many persons and incidents belonging to the period about which I] am now writing. I knew Henry Adams well; first in London, then in Boston, and final! his prolonged residence in Wash- He was an Adams; very definitely an Adams, but, though his ghost may revisit the y throughout ington City. glimpses of the moon and chide me for saving so, with an English “‘ cut of his jib.’”’ No three brothers could be more inlike than Charles Francis, John Quiney and Henry Adams. Brooks Adams I did not know. They rep- resented the fourth generation of the brainiest pedigree—that is in known toour fam- Henry thought he was continuous line ly history a philosopher and tried to be one. He thought he was a man of the world and wanted to be’one. He was, inspite of himself, a provincial. Provincialism is not necessarily rustic, even suburban. There is no provincial quite so provincial as he who has passed his life in great cities. The Parisian boulevardier taken away from the asphalt, the cockney a little off Clapham Com- mon and the Strand, is lost. Henry Adams knew his London and his Paris, his Boston and his Quincy we must not forget Quincy— well. But he had been born, and had grown up, between the lids of a his- tory, and for all his learning and travels he never got very far out- ide them In manner and manners, tone and cast of thought he was English delightfully English cultivated the cosmopolite. His house in the national capital, facing the Executive Mansion across La- fayette Square—especially during the life of his wife, an adorable though he woman, who made up in sweetness and tact for some of the qualities lacking in her husband— was an in- tellectual and high-bred center, a rendezvous for the best ton and the most accepted people. The Adamses succeeded the Eameses as leaders in semisocial, semiliterary and semipolitical society. I used to call them the Three Mus- keteers of Culture—John Hay, Henry Cabot Lodge and Henry Adams. They made an interesting and insepa- rable trinity—-Caleb Cushing, Robert J. Walker and Charles Sumner not more so—and it was worth while to let them have the floor and to hear them talk: Lodge, cool and wary as a politician should be; Hay, helter-skelter, the real man of the world crossed on a Western stock; and Adams, something of a littérateur, a statesman and a eynic John Randolph Tucker, who when he was in Congress often met Henry at dinners and the like, said to him on the appearance of the early volumes of his History of the United States: ‘‘] am not disappointed, for how could an Adams be expected to do justice toa Randolph?” While he was writing this history Adams said to me: “There is an old villain—next to Andrew Jackson the greatest villain of his time—a Kentuckian—don’t say he was a kinsman of your whose papers, if he left any, I want to see.” “To whom are you referring?” I asked with mock dignity. “To John Adair,” he answered. “Well,” said I, ‘John Adair married my grandmother's sister and I can put you in the way of getting whatever you require.” I have spoken of John Hay as Master of the Revels in the old Sutherland-Delmonico days. Even earlier than There was a trio NEW YORK ‘ortra in the Manhattan Club that—in London and Paris—an intimacy had been estab- lished between us. He married in Cleveland, Ohio, and many years passed before I came up with him again. One day in Whitelaw Reid’s den in the Tribune Building he reappeared, strangely changed—no longer the rosy- cheeked, buoyant boy man. I was shocked, and when he had gone Reid, observing this, said: “Oh, Hay will come round all right. He just now in one of his moods. I picked him up in Piccadilly the other day and by sheer force brought him over.”’ When we recall the story of Hay’s life—one weird trag edy after another—from the murder of Lincoln to the murder of McKinley, including the tragic end of the mem- bers of his immediate family—there rises in spite of the grandeur that pursued him a single exclamation: ‘The pity of it!” This is accentuated by Henry Adams’ Education. Yet the silent courage with which Hay met disaster after dis aster must increase both the sympathy and the respect of those who peruse the melancholy pages of that vivid nar- rative. Toward the end, meeting him on a public occasion, I said: ‘‘You work too hard—you are not looking well.” “*T am dying,” said he. ““Yes,”’ I replied in the way of banter, ‘“‘you are dying of fame and fortune.” But I went no further. He was in no humor for the old verbal horseplay. an oversericus, prematurely old it Painted by Louis Mark, New York, in the Summer of 1018, to Hang American History—By Hemry Watterson iticicic: vin sa ened Yet there were still several years before him When he came from Mannheim to Paris it was clear that i nigh. I did not see him—he was too ill to see anyone but Frank Mason kept me advised from day to day, and when, a month or two later, having reached home, the news came to us that he was dead We were ne Int urprise ! and al- most consoled e thought that rest had come at la Frank Mason and his wife ** the ommonly Masons” they were called, for Mr Mason made a wondrous second to her husband were from Cleveland, Ohio, she a daughter of Judge Birchard—Jen nie Bircehard he a rising young journalist caught in the late seven the } he priitte of a foreigr ip pr Irie rhe ran the ga it of the « i- ular service, beginning with Basle and Marseilles and ending with Frankfort, Berlin and Paris Wherever they were their house a kind of Yankee hrine— of visiting Americans and was a very home militant Americanism. Years before he was made consul general—in point of fact when he wa plain consul at Marseilles— he ran over to Paris for a lark. One day he said to me: *‘ A rich old hay eed uncle of mine has come te town He has money to burn ana he wants to meet you I have ur ranged for us to dine with him at the Angla e to-night and we are tu order the dinner carte blanche The rich old uncle to whom I was presented did not have the appear ance of a havseed On the con trary he was a most distinguished looking old gentleman The dinner we ordered wa tunning espe clily the wine When the bill was presented our host scanned it care fully, scrutinizing each item and making | own addition, alto gether hike a“ thoroughbred,” Frank and | watched him not with out a bit of anxiety mixed with contritior When he had paid the score he aid wit! mile hat was rather a steep bill, but we have had rather a good dinner, and now if you boy know of as good a dance hall we'll yo there and I'll buy the outhit PURST and last I have lived much in the erstwhile gay capital of France. It wa ‘ st when the Duke de Morny flourished as King of the Bourse. He was reputed the Emperor’ itural half brother. The breakdown of the Mexican adventure, which was mostly his, contributed ie final Napoeoni fail He died of di pation and disappointment, and under the pseudonym of the Duke de Morra, Daudet celebrated him in The Nabob., De Me rny did not live to see the tumble of the house of cards he had built. Next after I saw Paris it was a pitiful wreck indeed: the Hotel de Ville and the Tuileri ace Vendéme; but, not a little tot flames; the Column gone from the later, the rise of the Third Republic and the revival of the unquenchable spirit of the irrepressible French Nevertheless I should scarcely be taken for a Parisiar Once, when wandering aimlessly, as one so often does through the Paris streets, one of the touts hanging round the Café de la Paix to catch the unwary stranger, being a little more importunate than usual, I ordered him to go about his business “This is my business,” he impudently answered. “Get away, I tell you!” I thundered. ‘I am a Parisian myself!”

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30 He drew a little out of reac my hand, and with a draw! of exclaimed, ‘Well, scampe red off contempt Pari however, is not all of France thought not the best part of it France, with Avignon and ‘7 the heart of Provence, seat of dred years ago; the metropoli Midi was a region, Par ay out of the débris of the age above all, Tarascor next-door neighbor They ‘ But Avignon ever most caug night eem peopled vith the dinals, and there on festal mor and hi Laura wall ibroad defiance to Goth and Vanda giving shelter to bats and « with legend fi, f Kl Dance i] omething too n f th picturesque or poet The bet the times we live ir journey industrial capital of France The idiosyncrasy of I or ! of instruction in the art of 1} to any lad in the city, the other ulation he first of these cation from the reeling « vitne es if thre goods and the loom painting of pieture ‘ ting, of cour e, the pa taki the individual weaver living representing the cost of the Avain, and ever and ever ag: tune! Where will it end? The world has tried revolut Always the survival of the stré and his ilk the “fittest Tentl off during the Reign of Terror whom”? Not for the many, but allowed that in some way the Yet here after a hundred ye intelligent men struggle for with never a hope beyond! W Suppose the wealth of the with hi THE SATURDAY EVENING POST h of the umbrella I held in supreme and very American you don’t look it,” and Sometimes I have There the south of irascon, especially Avignon, the French papacy six hun- of Christendom before the illage, and Rome struggling with Arles and Nimes and, the home of the immortal Tartarin, for ire all hard by Marseille fancy, for there the of warriors and car- ht my vhost nings the spirits of Petrarch which bade ind iracen hordes, now but the the rampart itmosphere laden d the country green, } in-hburnt mirth.” ! et me not grow over ter to get down to prose and let me halt a moment in this southerly and have a plain, practical look in upon Lyons, the vhich is directly on the way. il here are two schools weaving, one of them free requiring a trifle for matric- the whole process of fabri- ids to the finishing of dress It is most inter- ng its most obvious feature, family upon a wage necessities of life. 1in, the inequalities of for- bare t on and it has tried anarchy. ng, nicknamed by Spencer ousand heads were chopped in France to make room for the few; though it must be conditions were improved, irs, here in Lyons, faithful, xty, for forty cents a day, to be done about it? universe were divided per hat i capita how long would it remain out of the clutches of the Napoleons of finance only a percentage of whom find ulti mately their Waterloo—little to the profit of the poor who pin and delve, who fight and dic n the Grand Army of the Wretched! Mr. Carnegie te is he dare not go with his millions nto the presence of his Maker. Will there come a time when money rar in the market? auf W" READ a dea that is am ry il it the outher Frenchman. He deed sui gener vera five and twenty year ago there appeared it Louisville 1 dapper gentleman, who de clared himself a Mar eilla ind who ib equently came to be known variously t the Major and the Frenchman, [shall not mention him otherwise in thi veraciou ketch; but, looking through the city dire: tory of Mar eilles I found an entire page devoted to his name, though all the entries been nay not have members of his family rhere is no doubt that he was a Marseillai Wandering through the streets of the old city, now in a calé on Rue C now along a quay of the Vieux Port. his innebiere ind ghost has often crossed n path and dogged m footstep though Colonel Watterson and His Granddaughter Milbrey Watterson Miller he has lain in his grave this many a day. I grew to know him very well, to be first amused by him, then to be inter- ested, and in the end to entertain an affection for him. The Major was a delightful composite of Tartarin of Tarascon and the Brigadier Gerard, with a dash of the Count of Monte Cristo; for when he was flush—which by some odd coincidence happened exactly four times a year— he was as liberal a spendthrift as one could wish to meet anywhere between the little principality of Monaco and the headwaters of the Nile; transparent as a child; picturesque to a degree. | understand Marseilles better and it has always seemed nearer to me since he was born there and lived there when a boy, and, I much fear me, was driven away, the scape- grace of excellent but wealthy people; not, I feel sure, for any offense that touched the essential parts of his man- hood. A gentler, a more upright and harmless creature I never knew in all my life. I very well recall when he first arrived in the Kentucky His attire and raiment were faultless. He wore a rose in his coat, he carried a delicate cane, and a metropolis, most beautiful woman hung upon his arm. She was his June 7,1919 wife. It was a circumstance connected with this lady which led to the after-intimacy between him and me. She fell dangerously ill. I had casually met her husband as an all- round man-about-town, and by this token, seeking sympa- thy on lines of least resistance, he came to me with his sorrow. I have never seen grief more real and fervid. He swore, on his knees and with tears in his eyes, that if she recov- ered, if God would give her back to him, he would never again touch acard; for gambling was his passion, and even among amateurs he would have been accounted the softest of soft things. His prayer was answered, she did recover, and he proceeded to fulfill his vow. But what was he todo? He had been taught, or at least he had learned, to do nothing, not even to play poker! I suggested that as running a restaurant was a French prerogative and that as he knew less about cooking than about anything else—we had had a contest or two over the mysteries of a pair of chafing dishes—and as there was not a really good eating place in Louisville he should set up a restaurant. It was said rather in jest than in earnest; but I was prepared to lend him the money. The next thing I knew, and without asking for a dollar, he had opened the Brunswick. In those days I saw the Courier-Journal to press, turning night into day, and during a dozen years I took my twelve o’clock supper there. It was thus and from these begin- nings that the casual acquaintance between us ripened into intimacy, and that I gradually came into a knowledge of the reserves behind the Major’s buoyant optimism and occasional gasconade. He ate and drank sparingly; but he was not proof against the seduction of good company, and he had plenty of it, from William Preston to Joseph Jefferson, with such side lights as Stoddard Johnston, Boyd Winchester, Isaac Caldwell and Proctor Knott, of the Home Guard—very nearly all the celebrities of the day among the outsiders myself the humble witness and chronicler. He secured an excellent chef, and of course we lived exceeding well. The Major’s most obvious peculiarity was that he knew everything and had been everywhere. If pirates were men- tioned he flowered out at once into an adventure upon the sea; if bandits, on the land. If it was Wall Street he had a reminiscence and a scheme; if gambling, a hard-luck story and asystem. There was no quarter of the globe of which he had not been an inhabitant. Once the timbered riches of Africa being mentioned, at once the Major gave us a most graphic account of how “the old house’’—for thus he designated some commer- cial establishment, which either had no existence or which he had some reason for not more particularly indicating had sent him in charge of a rosewood saw mill on the Ganges, and, after many ups and downs, of how the floods had come and swept the plant away; and Rudolph Fink, who was of the party, immediately said, ‘‘I can attest the truth of the Major's story, because my brother Albert and I were in charge of some fishing camps at the mouth exact date of the floods, and we caught many of those rosewood logs in our of the Ganges at the On Miami Beach, 1919 nets as they floated out to sea.”’ Augustine’s pin came to be for a while the rage in Phila delphia, and even got as far as New York and Washington, and straightway the Ma- jor declared he could and would make Au- gustine and his terra- pin look “like a mon- key.”” He proposed to give a dinner. There were great preparations and ex- pectancy. None of us ate much at luncheon that day. At the ap- pointed hour, we as- sembled at the Bruns- wick. I will dismiss the decorations and the preludes except to say thatthey were Parisian. After a while in full regalia the Major appeared, a train of servants following with a silver tureen. The lid was lifted. “Voila!” says he. The vision disclosed to our startled eyes was an ocean that looked Terra (Concluded on Page 134

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ALLEY MONE THELLER HEYWARD eased into Birmingham with twenty-one dollar comes up to speci- ficatiums. As you mos’ prob’ly knows, Meridium and forty cents in cash, a screaming! red vest, an aversion to work and a geniu ze for landing right side up. He was a golder ain’t so lively like brown individual of plentiful size and taking it might be an’ I wa) His personality was hypnotic and hi somehow ain’t never been content up to Chicago an’ St. Looey so I sorter got desired with the idee that Bummin’ham would make a good in-betwix’.”’ “*3 08 o12°t makin’ no mistake, Brother Heyward, an’ we is proud to welcome a new ad- dition to our cul- lud community. May | ast what line of trade you is in?” Otheller con- scripted an in- gratiating smile and waved a deprecating hand. smile wide and winning He tried it out on the stony faced clerk of } the Happy Hotel and it worked Otheller got the best room in the house without the formality of a cash deposit. He ate a heart meal at Bud Peaglar’s Barbecue Lunch Room and Billiard Parlor and later horned into ar open two-bit game of Kelly pool. When he nuggled comfortab between the sheets hortly after midnight he had voluntaril paid for his room three days in advance and counted a cash balance of thirty-one dollar At nine o'clock Otheller waked and la taring idly at the spot on the red carpet where the sunshine was brightest. He pillowed his head on large un alloused hands and yaze | southward from his window toward the cre of Red Mountain a half mile contemptuous smile creased his lip rhing had a habit of breaking Otheller’s way and he had a hunch that Birmingham was destined to treat him very well indeed 9 He dressed leisurely, with meticulous at tention to the fit of his coat, the crease of h trousers and the symmetry of the knot in h cerise searf. He absorbed an enormous breal fast of sausage, rolls, hot cakes and coffee; made numerous inquiries of the hotel clerk and pro gressed without haste to the Penny Prudential = ” Bank Building. He parted from the elevator at = the fourth floor and paused to admire a ground yvilass door bearu gow golder letters the inser p- ‘Me, I ain’t in no pretickeler business, Brother Gethers. That is, you might so call it that Lis by prefession a politician, tion ISAAC GETHERS MoNEY TO LOAN ALSO GRAND MAGNIFICENT HiGH POTENTATE OF CHAPTER NUMBER TWELVE THE SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF | WILL Aris! Otheller pushed the door and paused on the - threshold. He stared with deliberate appraise ment about the musty, poorly furnished sanctum i Gieeae Beteed Me an’ poli- with its battered furniture, rusty iron safe, dilapidate of Isaac's Would tics went counter; and finally his eyes fell upon the individual wl Have Known to school was importantly seated in a swivel chair before a des} That Christeen Had Been on a Rampage t'gether an’ I the other side of the counter knows all The man was large, neat is large as Otheller himself, what they is to know bouten that from lodge ‘lections to but the visitor was cor sus of an impression of buttery choosin’ a President fo’ the U-nited States. Durin’ my las’ oftness and excessive girth as he looked upon the man at visit up to Chicago I was chose a ‘ficial at the Republican ] the desk. He felt an almost uncontrollable desire to reach Presidenshul Convention.” out strong fingers and pinch. He fancied a pinch wor Isaac’s nerves hopped. He experienced a sudden qualm hurt the other man lb i all reason of revulsion; convinced on the instant that the man before The potentate rose and waddled to the counter, him was not only a crude prevaricator but insulting as well You desires to cor t with me?” in presuming that his wild story was convincing. Otheller summoned the t winning smile in stock and ‘A ‘ficial?” plastered it all over } untenance *Yassuh, at the presidential conventior up to Chicago. I sho'ly doe Niv name Otheller Heyward an’ I seeks An’ I c’n prove it.” you out as a member in good standin’ of Chapter Number Isaac was skeptical, but he admitted that the man’s C'wen'y-nine, The Sons and Daughters of | W Arise, of manner was more or less convincing. Being a naturally Meridium, Mississippi. Heal my credenshuls,”’ polite and noncombative chap he dropped the subject, Isaac Gethers glanced efly at the proffered cards and which was just as well, else he might have cornered Otheller and learned that the gentleman from Mississippi ’ had officiated as doorman, brother,”’ he enthused I trus’'es you will make yo'se’f to The two men smoked in silence for a few minutes, extended a limp and fla hand to the newcomer Exquisitely delighted to make greetin’s with a visi home while vou is hea Bummin'ham | is Isaac Isaac was anxious for his guest to depart and too polite to Gethers, Gran’ Magr ent High Potentate of tl chapter make the suggestion, Otheller was grimly cataloguing his which we has heal Ot} prospective victim, ‘Easy money,” he told himself. ‘rhe my li'l finger.” Finally Isaac punctured the silence: “What is you cogitatin’ on doin’ while you is heah in ler deftly prod vo good cigars, one of which “Te’n twis’ him roun’ he pressed upon the unreluctant Isaac The ot inserted un tuously between his own smiling lips. ‘It’s a pleashuh to meet a man like what you is, Mistuh Gethers, an’ | hopes that our acquaintance will be long town?’ an’ flourishin’.”’ Otheller smiled genially. Isaac inhaled one satisfying puff and seconded the “Tha's what I come to see you about, Brother Gethers.”’ motion. He glanced approvingly at Otheller's sartorial *“*Me?” perfections— the checkered suit, the crimson vest, nearsilk a i shirt, mouse-colored spats, tan shoes with toes like the fore- “What I is got to do with it?” peak of a rhinoceros, Otheller looked like ready money “Soht of thought yo’ chapter of The Sons and Daughters and lots of it. of I Will Arise might need the se’vices of a man like what ‘You is gwine be with us any considerumble while, I is.” Brother Heyward? Isaac instinctively put up his guard. An affluent “Sho’ly. I is heard tell a great heap bouten Bummin’- — stranger and a seeker after a job were different animals ham, Brother Gethers, an’ I is came heah with the idee of — entirely. remainin’ pummanently ar *fo' a long time if'n the town ‘How come? THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 7,1919 —By Octavus Roy Cohem “Increasin’ the membership “We is got all the members which we needs.” “‘Seein’ that the jues is paid?” “We don’t have no trouble with members which don’ pay their jues. We jes’ drops’em an’ ‘lects others what will.” “Well, p’r’aps in yo’ private prefession of broker you needs a expert man?”’ Isaac was rapidly becoming peeved; he had long since attained a high degree of impatience. He had ceased to respond to the other’s personality. Isaac was fresh from a hectic matutinal session with Mrs. Gethers and not inclined to view persons or things in their most advantageous light. “Lis ve’y busy, Brother Heyward,”’ he remarked curtly, *‘an’ I reckon they ain’t nothin’ a-tall I e’n do fo’ you in the line of puttin’ you onto a job.” Otheller stiffened defensively. The use of the vulgar word “job” in connection with employment for himself irritated his finer sensibilities. He put out a delicate restraining hand. “You ain't quite on’erstan’, Brother Gethers. “‘T on’erstan’s all right—you wan’s wuk.” ““No, indeed. If’n they happened to be a position open “Strangers in Bummin’ham don’ git no positions,” snapped Isaac crossly. ‘‘They gits jobs or they gits "rested fo’ fragrancy.”’ . It was dawning gradually upon the newcomer that he had not made the anticipated favorable impression upon the Grand Magnificent High Potentate of the local chapter of The Sons and Daughters of I Will Arise. He abandoned his smile and rose in solemn dignity. ‘lL is so’ly afraid, Brother Gethers, that you is not use’ to meetin’ a man of my type.” ‘*Tha’s where you is wrong, Brother Heyward. I meets too many jes’ like what you is. You wan’s sumthin’ fo’ nothin’, an’ same bein’ the case I is tellin’ you that you is came to the wrong town. What you gits heah in Bum- min’ham, you wuks fo’.”’ Isaac was petulant. The man had scratched his raw nerves, otherwise Isaac would never have given way to his usually placid temper. A closer friend of Isaac’s would have understood and forgiven him, for any intimate would have known that Christeen, the wiry and militant wife of the soft and flabby loan man, had been on a rampage with the result that there had been a family row in which Isaac had come off sadly second best. But Otheller was not familiar with conditions in the Gethers household and he grew exceedingly riled at the untoward discourtesy of the man he had honored by seeking in connection with employment. He was still too much the politician to allow the full measure of his rancor to creep into his voice. “Lis quite shuah, Brother Gethers, that you has jumped too quick at e’nelusions. Lisa Christian gen’leman, Brother Gethers, an’ cause’n you ain’t been perlite to me I merely hopes that some day I| is gwine have the chance to do you a favor, countin’ I don’ bear no grudge ‘gainst no man.”’ He bowed himself grandly from the office, leaving Isaac already a bit contrite over his irritability. But once out side the door Otheller was metamorphosed; a determined look flashed into his little eyes and he shook a large and bony fist toward the ground-glass door. “‘They ain’t on’y one other man ever treated Otheller Heyward like’n to that,” he sizzled vindictively, ‘“‘an’ he depahted from the town where he lived at mighty soon afterwards. You take my adwice, Mistuh Isaac Gethers, an’ keep on the lee side of Otheller Heyward when he is ir smellin’ distance of you.”’ Otheller was distinctly out of tune with the finite when he emerged from the Penny Prudential Bank Building into the seethe of Eighteenth Street. He made his way southward and strolled quite as a matter of course into Bud Peaglar’s place, where under the soothing influence of clicking pool balls he dropped into a chair and reflected upon his pool triumphs of the previous night and the stag- gering rebuff of the immediate past. Three tables were working merrily. The others were engaged in collecting dust. Otheller seated himself in a corner which afforded him a better view than the position he had first chosen, and watched with languid contempt the clumsy efforts of the would-be players. A long, gangling individual who walked with a decided list to starboard shambled across the room and dropped ostentatiously into a seat beside Otheller. His move was an obvious preliminary to the scraping of an acquaintance- ship and through sheer force of habit Otheller produced a welcoming smile. The lanky one spoke: **Ain’t you the man which won all the money in that Kelly-pool game las’ night?” ey tS “Stranger heah?”’ Centinued on Page 34)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST (Continued from Page 32) ‘Yaas—fo' the **Countin’ on ** Mebbe ** Where Otheller looked | “ant persor al ‘Ain't quite shual Lookin’ fo" wuk?” Depend Che paim presint remainin’ j sJummin’ham a while?” you gwine wuk at? up quickly Since his interview with Gethers the subject of work had become painful and ded a tuh Bud Peaglar, which hong one hes exte moist ‘My owns thi bony name heah place,” Otheller turned loose le ‘ F in it Just the correct degree ol interes I is Otheller He Mississippi.”’ Reen heah On'y Rud lowered Meridium, from ome in « u sc) las’ night Is you as good a sh howin’ las’ night or you luckin’ ‘em in itheller laughed proudl Does you shor 4 1 doe “Git you a cue , an t ne Bud Peayglar got him : 1e and tried eeded it Othel And that is about ler handled his stick wit! skill and a ce which a her child. He dre his cue ball in circles and played position to fractior He deliberately sewed ind then cleared the table just to do Hle ted French pool and point to the even ten of his back all he succ the mother shows with ninth the himself up one of an inch or twice ild how what he co ugve hundred and ten t. Then he to encked a | yp-eyed opponer mi his cue into the eh ain't fe li hootin’ a pl o good to-day aid Otheller Heyward imb rotten game Mentally he made prodigy of pool. Withi ited by which Bud was astounded ybemance tothi fifteer inute i deal had beer negot Otheller w ryved as house mar for the a week guaranty ts and a fifty-tifty e five doll irs ain't m ich pool room on a ba protection against loss or de | ” pl tor I winnings ( Bud, “but the Ain't With tl the temperament explained house’ ll in’ fo’ vo’ lo gwine be no losin job in view Otheller had perked up. It wa just ort of position best suited to his happy-go-luck a little leisurely and pleasurable work wher uit his fan hunger pangs and pay room rent in a tony it happened to vy and enough money to satisf boarding house The men cemented their friendship in the smoke of Turk ish cigarettes mad when I come in heah,” di'n't l was ‘l noticed Heyward,” I wa'n't. I Gethers,”’ explained Otheller you look so awful happy, Brother had jes’ came from meetin’ with Isaac And Otheller proceeded to tell most of what had transpired in the office of the Grand Magnificent High Potentate of The Daughters of I Will Arise Bud started chuckling when he was only half through the tale Sons and of woe and at its conclusion the pool-room proprietor was | iughing al ud Sho’ now, Brother Heyward, you ain't got no eall goin with Brother Gether Mos’ prob’ly if'n he in a halft hour he'd ‘pologizs grittin’ sore to run acrost you again aid li'ble bust him one what he done ‘An’ I'd mos’ keep my Peaglar I is expert, an’ when a fat ol’ fool like’n It was all I could do to in his office, Brother a high-class prelitical han's off'n him when | was a gen'leman, I is, an’ what he is treats me what he done they ain’t no’ ; Yes, they is.” “Which?” “Isaac Gether Bummin'ham, Brother Heyward to one that like scuse is the marriedes’ man what they is in Chances is a hund’ed him an’ Christeen, which is his wife, had a turrible row this mawnin’, an’ when they does Isaac don’ git in no good humor ontil he has done et somebody up.”’ Ile et me He's a good up an’ he’s gwine have indumgestion, too.”’ poht, Brother Heyward = Brother Heyward was not keenly interested in the sports All Otheller knew angora and eloped with it. He the aversion coupled with manship of Isaac Gethers was that Isaac had grabbed hi had one feeling toward potentate and that was & passionate desire to put one over m Mistuh Gethers and let Mistuh Gethers know all about it. Such a reception was an to Otheller t 1 whit les unpleasant novelty rankled — rankled not because he was given hrewish wife of the ill ma‘ied to *ooman, is I? to understand that a was the cause “TI ain’t Christeen humor this heah Then why I suffer ‘cause’n ah'd she gits rarin’? But once started on the subject of the domestic discord in the Gethers home Bud Peaglar would not cease talking. For a half hour Otheller was regaled with a chronicle of Isaac’s domestic troubles. According to Bud’s version Christeen had been a coy workful maiden. Then she had married Isaac and tasted the sweets of money; for Isaac was accounted one of the wealthiest negroes in the city. Wherewith she had become uppity with her friends, and when that ceased to provide keen sport she had extended her personal domina- tion to her fat and docile spouse. and In Isaac she found a ready and spineless victim. At first symptoms of domestic trouble he had remonstrated mildly, been profoundly squelched and retired permanently into the list of the utterly subdued. The joy of running her own home in her own way promptly went to Christeen’s head; it became a habit, as liquor is a habit. Her system required it. She was blissful in the constant exercise of her power; happy in direct ratio to the abject misery of her never-could-have-been lord and master. The only fly in the ointment of Christeen’s ineffable beatitude, explained Bud, was Isaac’s supremacy in the commercial world. “*He’s been Gran’ Magnificent High Potentate of The Sons and Daughters of I Will Arise for sech a long time it has became a habit. Reckon they ain’t nobody gwine secede him ontil he goes an’ dies. Tha’s the trouble; seein’ Christeen is a member of the lodge too. They ain’t nothin’ in the world c’n make her as mad as to see Isaac presidin’ over a meetin’—an’ believe me, Brother Heyward, when Brother Gethers presides he jes’ nacherally presides. | reckon he’s the mos’ presidines’ potentate which the lodge ever had. Tother day to a meetin’ somebody had the flo’ an’ Sis’ Christeen gits up an int’rupts of order, but she keeps on talkin’. He fines her fifty cents That don’ stop her. He fines her eight bits. ‘Don’ care how much you fines me,’ she bellers, ‘you is the one gwine Brother Gethers says then that he’s Isaac says she’s out pay it yo’ ownse’f!’ gwine keep on finin’ her s‘long’s she’s out of order, he don't are who pays it, an she quits He ho’ nuff issome pre idin’ man is what I'm tootin’.”’ Bud was a fuse talker He rambled on inter minably, recalling after an- ecdote having to do pro anecdote with the connubial troubles of the Getherses “An’ if *twa'n’t fo’ the fac’ that Brother Gethers is potentate of the lodge I reckon he'd go an’ blow from misery away Tha’'s Othetler Reached the Corner in One Second Fiat and Clipped Something Off That in Negotiating the Rest of the Distance June 7,/1919 all what keeps him alive in his home, Christeen makes things so hot fo’ him. If’n anyone sh’d ever beat him fo’ that poten’cy — well ” And Bud flapped his arm in illustration of an angel in full flight. Up to that point Otheller had been a rather languid listener. Now he looked up suddenly, the purpose of wreaking revenge on Isaac uppermost in his mind. **Reckon so?” **Reckon so which?” “That if he’d git hisse’f beat fo’ the poten’cy he'd be mis’able?”’ “Huh! A co’pse which has jes’ been hanged would be happy ‘longside of what he’d be, come that.” Otheller lost himself in thought. And finally he expanded into a grin of sincere pleasure. **Oi’ Isaac Gethers,”’ he told himself, ‘I is got you now where you is sho’ gwine be sorry you ain’t showed the proper respect to Brother Otheller Heyward!" Otheller’s tenure of office as house man for Bud Peaglar's Barbecue Lunch Room and Billiard Parlor opened auspi ciously that night and continued brilliantly on the nights that followed. Meanwhile Otheller was busy on the outside. His first move in the campaign against Isaac Gethers was to have his membership in The Sons and Daughters of I Will Arise transferred from Meridian Chapter Number Twenty-nine to Birmingham Chapter Number Twelve. Then he deliberately and with malice aforethought set out to cultivate the friendship and trust of Mrs. Christeen Gethers. The task was not a difficult one. Overtures of friendship had become such a rarity to Mrs. Gethers that she responded voluminously. Otheller was impressed by the gaudy elegance of Isaac’s wife. He was frankly in awe of her while in the process of thawing the ice She as Otheller described her, “skinny as a ol’ crane,”’ and as peacefully inclined as a pit bull. In her eyes there occasionally flashed a light which aroused in the breast of Otheller a feeling of sympathy for the weak and fatty Isaac. Otheller trotted out his best little tricks of fascination for Christeen. The full wealth of his personality was ex erted to charm her; compelling friendliness was injected into every smile he bestowed upon her. He let her under stand clearly that he regarded her as a woman infinitely above the level of those with whom she was forced to associate. was, Christeen swallowed hook, line and sinker. She reveled in the fear she was able to inspire in the breasts of the men and women with whom she came in daily contact, but was yet woman enough to respond to the frankly per- sonal appeal of Otheller. But he was playing his game from both ends. elected her a second member of a mutual admiration society and saw to it that he was not the sufferer in exchanging compliments. Coincidentally with his inspiring her trust in and friendship for him he let it be clearly understood that he regarded himself in every way her equal. He hypnotized her with honeyed words having to do with his own achievements. He was a traveled man and a learned one. He bluffed elegantly. She came even tually to regard him as an oracle. And then when he had her completely at his mercy he sprang his cherished scheme. It was at the First African M. E. Church immediately following Wednesday night prayer meeting. Isaac was in the lobby fussily arguing a biblical point with the Rev. Plato Tubb and two bewildered dea- Christeen- and Otheller were seated on the steps leading to the choir loft. Otheller was smiling all over. “Seems like you is a ve’y modes’, retirin’ woman, Mis’ Gethers. ‘Specially when you has all the "bility what you is got.” She flushed lavender with pleasure. ‘You is a flatt’rin’ man, Brother Hey- ward,” ‘I is a strong b’liever in woman's rights, sister, an’ it soht of hu’ts my feelin’s to see that you ain’t nothin’ on’y a plain member of this heah lodge while yo’ husban’ is Gran’ Magnificent High Potentate. You knows yo’ ownse’f, Sis’ Christeen, that you is got a heap mo’ gumption than what Brother Gethers is got.” ‘Ain't it thetruth, Brother Heyward?” ‘*Ain’t it, Sis’ Christeen? How come yo’ husban’ gits re’lected so much?” She sniffed disdainfully. ‘‘’Cause’n he’s uppity and with his heap of money these folks heahabouts is bluffed. He ain’t got no mo’ call bein’ potentate of The Sons and Daughters of I Will Arise than what—than what—I has.” Otheller’s forehead corrugated in thought. The smile fled from his lips When he met her gaze he was impres- sively serious. He had cons. Continued on Page 36)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 34) he asked cryptically which?” you have “Why not? “Why not Why don’ yo'se’f "lected Gran’ Magnificent High Potentate of the lodge? Christeen laughed weakly Youi vo’ moutl Brother Heyward.” How thataway heen ‘lected to the fu t but ne makin’ talk with on’y come vou think = poten’cy. istant to the Gran’ woman ever They ¢ ay cts a Magnificent High Potentate Ain’t no law which sa‘ voman ver to a woman cain't be potentate, uu wimmin,”’ railed Otheller in an’ lets the like run things they own riden pa men folks Isaac Gether ' inst go an’ Now } a b'lever in b'lieves the run things better’n what the they gits the * take right feller ; sayin’ right heah an’ now that if’n I ou is an’ had the brains what you se’f Gran’ Magnificent High and Daughters of I Will Arise.”’ ‘You woman's rights an’ I men e'n if’n the right adwice from the was a womatl yot I'd go an’ ‘le m\ of The on taring at him with wide eyes Potentate (Christeen wa uu ain't really tru e' ious ‘I ain’t never been so se’ious befo’ in my whole life.” She rou Fortunately tared raptly upon him and saw that he was indeed she could not see the laughter in his soul, or know that there was little of altruism in his revolu- tionary project Wherefore she looked for the first time at the proposi- tion soberly. Its pe startled her. Her husband's incumbency of office had been a thorn in her wifely flesh; it had barrier herself and ger unalloyed happiness. She begrudged him all not that she loved him less, but herself more. hands of another man would have detracted somewhat from jut the prospect of herself tentialitie been the insurmountable bet ween ine distinction defeat at the helped, though it would have the glory of the Gethers name usurping his proud position seemed entirely too good to be he told Otheller so softly and convincingly. As a spellbinder he wa He explained that as a political expert he had made it his business to investigate closely the though Isaac Even hi and Otheller talked rapidly a past master true entiment of the lodge and discovered that, controlled a healthy majority as against a scheme would be wrecked by the field. The women, Otheller would be fascinated by the novelty of the would rall olidly behind the banner of sex, victory, as they were numerically male candidate, his entire presence of a woman in the contended thing and fact than twen which would insure tronger than the men Within five minutes she fell The herself tri- umphant over Isaac in a lodge election was too roseate for achieved she knew that he would more per cent Christeen was enthralled victim to his argument prospect of word (nee victory wa be effectively and permanently reduced to a condition of uetude, his last claim to recognition in the For the first time in heavenly bliss, Absolute prospect of innocuous des home as a human being destroyed hristeen envisioned year ( domination of Isaac was a passion now in fulfilment At that she wa almost too revolutionar fearful of Otheller’ cheme; it for her iron pioneering hand. His afraid politic ; was arguments wer-proof, but she was 1 ain't Heyward **] does, Sis’ Chri fession lican presidential cor An’ if'n 1 was tol my adwice har over yo’ husban’ were at know a thing bouten lodge Brother Politics of all sohts is my pre- wunst a “ficial to a Repub- Leer you might say. I wa Tha’s me. jes’ givin’ oO they wouldn't nobody know I had a vention up to Chicago, indle yo’ campaign fo’ you of co se in it— they ain't a doubt on earth you would be ‘lected hey stared at one another, unanimously delighted that the success of their plan spelled abject misery for Isaac Gethers. Otheller started talking; he explained that the election was four weeks distant and that during that month Christeen was to campaign discreetly, letting it be known among her friends that would be a candidate, but reserving the full force of the bombshell until the night of the meeting she les of precedure in the lodge,”” he the same s got to be presint or he cain’t be ‘Co'din’ to the rule explained, “nominations an’ ‘lections comes night an’ a candidate no candidate Now you is gwine be they an’ chances is Isaac will have a man runnin’ ‘gainst him. An’ jes’ as they is bouten to close the nominations you is got to have a lady frien’ there to nominate you an’ another one to second the motion. Tha’'s gwine knock the men folks offen they feet an’ all the wimmin is gwine vote fo’ you while the men’s vote is splittin’ two ways an’ you is gwine walk in to the poten’ey happy but doubtful, like a bride about to cook her first dinner. She was afraid that something might Christeen wa the plan and fearful of consequences should For should go wrong with that be the he run against her husband case and be defeated by him there was grave danger that the wine of victory would mount to his head and he would demand authority in his own home. Christeen realized this, craving the power of the potentacy but dreading defeat. She was frank with Otheller and Otheller smiled away her fears. He had been inspired solely by a desire to revenge him- self upon Isaac Gethers. A new aspect had now presented itself and he warmed to the prospect of easy money; wherefore he expanded upon his prowess as a political expert. He could direct—in strictly sub-rosa fashion, of Christeen’s campaign and thus insure Christeen must understand, course her elec- tion: but, of course, as Sis’ such an undertaking took time, and time to such a man as Otheller Christeen took her cue prettily. “Co’se, Brother Heyward, I is gwine pay you what it’s wuth,” He shook his head. “T cain’t take “Shucks! Ain’t it fo’ prefessional se’ vices “It shuah is.” “ An’ if'n you was a doctor or a lawyer an’ I come to from no lady, Sis’ Christeen.”’ > no money you woul’n’t I pay you? — hope so; I shuah hope so, Sis’ Christeen.”’ “Then why I five dollars an’ twen’y me ‘lected? Previdin’ that'll be ’nough.” Otheller assured her that the and on the spot she slipped him two ten-dollar bills and a single five contract became operative. They parted happily—Otheller was particularly happy. He would have been fairly joyous at the prospect of his rap- Put to be paid for it was trebly twen’y gits cain’t pay dollar you, Say now five when you suggested fee was adequate and the idly germinating revenge fine, The following morning Christeen timidly started her campaign and reported a startled but enthusiastic recep- tion. Otheller foresaw a landslide. And so for several days they went their ways, Christeen gaining confidence and Otheller throwing himself heart and soul into plans for the complete humbling of his béte noire. And then he met Ethline Rollerson! He met her at the third annual dance of the Junior Beautifying Society. He gazed in awe at her rich brown complexion, her Junoesque figure, the stylish cut of her clothes, the masses of straight hair coifed artistically on her shapely head—he gazed upon a beautiful and a dele« table woman and he fell it was Otheller’s maiden experience with the little blind god and it was a sudden one. One jolt and he was left Women had played an indifferent part in his life; not that he was inclined to misogyny, but he re- garded them as a means rather than an end; and also he fancied himself too good for the average damsel. And so he had met them, charmed them, brought them to the and parted without gasping for air. point of believing him a superman ill feeling on either hand. With Ethline all was different. He did not know what there was about her which was radiantly different from other women, but he sensed the difference. He knew in- one woman in all creation with to tackle the matri- stantly that she was the whom he was willing— anxious even monial lottery Near the divine Ethline stood a tall, broad-shouldered, intensely athletic individual whom Otheller knew casually. They had met informally several nights before over the green of Bud Peaglar’s best pool table. Otheller racked his brain, managed to remember the man’s name and strode promptly across the room, Otheller firm advocate of the do-it-now policy. “Ain't you Mistuh Jerry Skillet?” The powerful gentleman admitted the accusation. we hg “I is Otheller Heyward. I b’lieves I an’ you played some star pool down to Bud Peaglar’s the other night.” Jerry Skillet grimaced and grinned “You did, you mean. Me, I di'n’t do nothin’ on’y look on an’ pay fo’ the games.” Otheller grinned “I was jes’ streakin’ my good luck, Brother Skillet. was a Things was breakjn’ my way. “They was, an’ that ain’t no lie.” The men chatted affably about things in general. Jerry found himself irresistibly attracted to the easy-mannered handsome stranger. Within five minutes he was positive that Otheller was quite the finest man he had ever met. And when Otheller saw that he had his quarry mesmer- ized he designated Ethline and fired a question: **See that pretty gal standin’ yonder?”’ *Yaas.”’ “Know her?” *Soht of.” “What her name is? “Ethline Rollerson.” Otheller cleared his throat “How ‘bout 'traducin’ me to her?” Jerry Skillet drew his friend to the girl's presence. June 7,1919 “Miss Rollerson,”’ he said grandly, “‘permit me to *traduce my ve’y good frien’, Mistuh Otheller Heyward, of Meridium. Mistuh Heyward, this heah is my fiansay, Miss Ethline Rollerson.”’ Otheller paused with his hand half extended. His eyes popped open and his jaw dropped. He gulped, moistened his lips, strove to control himself and inserted a fishy paw into Miss Rollerson’s firm warm grasp. “Yo’—yo’ fiansay, Mistuh Skillet? you to remark thataways?” Jerry grinned pridefully. “You sho’ did, Brother Heyward. son is engage’ to be ma’ied.” Otheller kept silent for a minute, and then, just because he felt that it was incumbent upon him to make some sort of a remark, he asked: “Soon?” Miss Rollerson answered the question, rolling her eyes coquettishly. It was patent that she was pleased with the stranger. “Tl an’ Jerry ain’t makin’ no ma’iage talk yet, Mistuh Heyward. We is on’y jes’ engage’.” Once he had recovered from the initial shock the fact of a marriage engagement between Ethline Rollerson and Jerry Skillet had comparatively little effect upon Otheller He made a dead set for her during the rest of the evening and flattered her continuously and outrageously. Not once was he farther than ten feet away, save when she was dancing with another partner. He recovered his poise and brought the full power of his never-failing hypnotic personality into play. He exerted himself as he had never done before. Beside him Jerry Skillet faded into a pale colorless oblivion. Ethline was frankly fascinated by this cosmopolitan, honey-tongued stranger; wherefore she gave him permission to call upon her the following evening **Shuah Jerry ain’t got no objections She tossed her head. *jections.”’ *‘He might “*“An’ then again he mightn’t sayin’ what I is gwine do an’ what I ain’t. Did I on’erstan’ Me ’n Miss Roller- > ‘I ain’t worryin’ over Jerry's He ain't I an’ him ain’t got no time on’y engage’.”’ Jerry’s friendly feeling toward Otheller did not lessen when he learned from Ethline that the stranger was to cal] upon her the following evening. “*T tol’ him it’d be all right,”’ said Ethline. “Sho’ nuff it is,’ concurred Jerry. ‘‘He’s a pow’ful nice feller, Brother Heyward is. An’ Ethline, you'd oughter see him shoot pool!”’ Otheller sat up very late that night trying to write a lyric poem. He proceeded as far as: Ethline i shure like you fine and for you i pine lik star Since I met you i've jus been sine in he ren yure eys do shine and gave it up asa bad job. There seemed an insuffi- ciency of words which rhymed with Ethline. He destroyed his verse and climbed into bed, where he lay building air castles which were Jerry-Skilletless. He was sleeping soundly and noisily when his ample landlady rapped sharply on the door. He bade her enter. “*Gen'leman to see you, Mistuh Heyward.” “Who— me?” "Tou. ‘What his name is?” ‘Isaac Gethers,’’ came the answer in a tone which indi cated the full measure of respect which the landlady ac corded the Grand Magnificent High Potentate of The Sons and Daughters of I Will Arise. Otheller sat up straight in bed, all thought of Ethline banished on the instant. Of all persons in the world he least expected Isaac Gethers as a caller, never pausing to realize that, though he was plotting darkly against that henpecked and flabby person, Isaac had completely forgotten the little friction which had marred their introduction. Otheller slipped into a gaudy bathrobe and seated him- self in the only easy-chair the room boasted, so that his visitor would be forced to use the other and extremely un- comfortable one. He then bade the landlady usher Mr. Gethers into the room. Isaac entered. He entered sheepishly, as though fearing detection. He ducked the inquisitive stare of the landlady and perched himself stiffly on the very edge of the other chair, nervously twirling his hat in fat shaky fingers. Thelandlady departed reluctantly. Othellersat quietly enjoying, though not understanding—the discomfiture of his visitor. Isaac cleared his throat. “*Mistuh Heyward?” “Tha’s me?” “You remembers me?” “I mos’ suttinly an’ positively does.” *“Shuah?” “You is the Gran’ Magnificent High Potentate of The Sons and Daughters of I Will Arise, ain’t you?” Continued on Page 38

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Continued from Page 36 You come to my office one day you fust off come to Bummin’ham.” » I did I ain't fo'got What ec’n ldo Mistuh Gethers?”’ i hitched his chair confidingly rew an appre nensive and lowered } lge that you yaze abou pee tuh Hey You | war was in my ward jedges correct.” that fus I on’erstan’ you to a prelitical expert? That "lections an’ things "ment the to ast you office d "n't ay that you was *bouter in the guy you knows al! whether lodye - tney or it 1 reckon you on’er that same. ich bein’ my prefessior Isaac heaved a profound sigh Mistuh Hey ] na ve pickle on With difficulty umphant grin You ain't sa 0 Yet 1 doe it 0 t te ou timmedysit heahatter ’ confidence, Mistuh Heyward a mis’able man a ve’y mis’able mar "Count of whict *My wife. Chri which | or is a woman who is plumb for tood mos’ « ward great Otheller concealed stricte Mistuh Hey met mo'n once, " of bein’ bos roun’ the house. Now | is a peaceable man quiet one, Mistul Heyward, ar | appeal to do no fight n’ with my wife, teer ward, ‘erstan’ you ha an’ a dor o 1 is alway Ontil je ave her way Sumthin’ ha ‘lowed her to } right recent now ; as brung me prefessiona istance I Brother Heyward, woman cn go too far.” ame up i risen which | heah to ast yo’ | tan’ reckon you under that sometimes a mu toeotir * now you prepared to lister Otheller leaned forward wit! rest Hy cheme was veering off at a wholl ected and delightful tangent Brother Gethers.” Gethers explained He ind traced a cord down to the winding up with a trapi conversation he had had witl night before In that conversa ad be too often of the which was his by re of | rulership of The Sons and Daughters of I Will Arise, wherewith his wife had lost her and retorted wrathfully that his tenure of office wa and that he was destined to become hi ucee or The supreme misery of Isaac Gether would have softened any heart less ada mant than that of Otheller Heyward. It plain to him that the election of Chri nothing short of a « to the persecuted husband if'n ’ other womal Isanc ‘it'd be bad enough But ¢ teen! Oh! Lawsy! Life ain't wuth livin’.”” Otheller had li fully Now he fired a direct ques What is I got to do thi Isaac hesitated, but only for a ‘Ain't aid you a prelitical expert?” 1 has.”’ An’ you really doc lodge 5 Folks genuine in IneXpe Splain it Brother with hus of te prey recital of a his wife the he }| preeminence started vedding da hi tory arful matrimonial d ious weel tior asted| once “uso! temper nearing anend wa teen would be atacl twas any) wine tened patiently and glee tior witl 2 second you done ap "bouten hiike Know SAY ‘lections an’ se what which is.” isaac extended both hands in a h helpless gesture, a gesture whicl time an admission of a plea for aid Tha’s why I Heyward. I need that | was gwine » bad, but when I gittin’ ‘lected — if'n that was Heyward, they jes’ with that woman of mine Brother Heyward hypocritically t’chked his sympathy ‘An’ you is con: sional capacity?” ‘You said it.”’ ‘You wan’s me to paign so’s you will be ‘You is shuah correct chune.” ‘Co’se you ain't gwine know they is a deal on 'twixt us, is you?” Isaac hastened to affirm that he did not. *My price,”’ stated Otheller firmly, “will be sevumty-five dollars.” With speed which brought regrets to the mercenary heart of Otheller, The Grand Magnificent High Potentate of The Sons opeless, was at one impotence and you, Brother vo’ help. If'n ‘twas on’y git beat *twouldn’t be thinks of my wife to be, Brother wouldn't be no livin come to ultin® me ina prefes negotiate re'lected.”’ ingin’ the ’ yo cam ultimate » want nobody to THE SATURDAY and Daughters of I Will Arise whipped out his wallet and shoved one twenty and three tens at his vis-a-vis *They’s fifty in cash, an’ you gits t’other twent’y-five gits re’lected.”’ Otheller was satisfied but still a trifle ad. He realized too late that he might have doubled his price and got away with it. At that he had already cleared seventy- dollars on the little political turmoil he had started and was certain of another twenty-five no matter which member of the Gethers family polled the larger vote. As to the ethical aspect of the double and conflicting retainers he entertained abso- lutely no compunctions. He was frankly allied with Christeen. He even expressed to Isaac the conviction that the odds were all on the side of his wife. Much to his surprise Isaac disagreed “I thinks I c’n beat Christeen, Heyward.” “You does? ‘T is almos’ shuah of it.” ‘Then why’d you come to me ‘'Cause in a matter of sech wital em- po’tance as this, Brother Heyward, a man which takes chances is got a heap of jackass blood in him an’ I ain't never been ‘cused of that. They’s too much 'pendin’ on this heah ‘lection fo’ me to leave one stone tu’ned wrong side over.” Isaacradiated confidence; Otheller probed for the conditions behind the other’s op timism ‘Why you think she They is mo’ wimmin in what they is men.” ‘Tha’s true.” ‘An’ ain’t they all gwine stan’ Christeen cause’n she’s a woman?” ‘They'’s where you is wrong, Brother Heyward. You ain't so ve’y freemiliar with my wife, ‘countin’ if you was you'd know they ain’t many wimmin in Bum min’ham which ain't aimin’ to t’ar her hair out by the roots fust time they gits a good quar’ chancet. ws You ain't say so!’ ‘I does that ve’y same thing.” Here was a new and interesting personal angle on the political situation. He felt grateful to Isaac for putting into his hands uch invaluable informatior He was de termined that nothing was to interfere with his pet scheme of ignominiously defeating the present incumbent An’ thinks will git to poll a majerity?” I think but I ain't shuah of it. Tha’'s what yo’ sevumty-tive dollars is fo’—-to make shuah.” Otheller pledged himself to make sure. He intended to make very sure indeed ure that Isaac lost. He understood Isaac's position perfectly; the man had too mucl at stake to take a single chance. Otheller admired his political acumen, Isaac was enough to recognize the element of the uncertain, the remote possibility that the novelty of the thing might appeal to a the end that Christeen would Brother Heyward, when I five Brother ” is gwine git beat the lodge than behin’ you you ‘nough Witimin votes wise woman to be elected As very confidential adviser to Isaac Gethers, Otheller absorbed considerable valuable information. And as the data shaped themselves under his hand he be gun to entertain doubts of the success of his scheme. He still contended that Chris- teen would win, but he was not so positive in his assertion that Isaac would run a poor race. He was quite sure that the situation needed intensive study. And then he forgot the situation and remembered Ethline Rollerson, or rather he happened to remember Ethline and for- got the lodge. He counted again the twenty and the three tens and sought a florist Within twenty minutes a dozen pink carnations were en route to the Rol lerson home. That afternoon Otheller shot a very in different cue at Bud Peaglar’s. He actually experienced a little trouble in defeating the second best player in the city. He pleaded indigestion and got the evening off Nor was he able to produce at the dinner table the ability usually marking his gusta- tory exercises. Three pork chops, a dish of rice, four large biscuits, a cup of coffee and two slices of pie; he finished them with neatness and dispatch and pushed his chair disgustedly away from the table. “I shuah is got it bad,” he reflected. ‘‘ When a man’s in love he cain’t eat nothin’.” He found Ethline surpassingly radiant and interestingly receptive for one whose heart and hand were already pledged to EVENING POST another and handsomer man. The flowers had done the work. Jerry Skillet was no tightwad but his gifts were usually less perishable than flowers—and woman, be she racially blonde or brunette, responds to a floral appeal. Ethline responded elegantly. So well that Otheller vaguely contemplated a plunge into the florist business. He gleaned the hope that there might be slightly more than a minimum of chance for him. He trod on air all the next day and the one following. The second night after his initial visit he called again by appoint- ment. Jerry was out of the city and Eth- line lonesome. Otheller promised to fill in as best he could and made an excellent substitute. Ethline wasn’t even conscious of the fact that she missed the departed Jerry. Otheller intrigued her vastly. He was deference personified. He carried with him an affability and a poise deliciously urban. He was literally polished to his fingertips, intransigently good-natured and frankly out to please. And all the time he was studying her carefully, cataloguing her frailties and her strength. From that pleas- ant study there was evolved an idea. It was a Gargantuan idea, a Napoleonic inspiration. It was worthy of a master mind and Otheller’s smile fairly scintillated as he fenced for an opening. He was about to offer her the one thing ‘which Jerry Skillet —with all his affluence—could not give; the thing which is to the average human better than much fine gold. He played cleverly upon her pride of place. He spoke convincingly of his ability to manipulate his fellow men to the end of achieving the seemingly impossible. And when he had her interest boiling he calmly suggested that she allow him to elect her Grand Magnificent High Potentate of The Sons and Daughters of I Will Arise. In her candidacy he found the solution of every angle of the puzzling problem which he was facing. During the last two days he had studied the political situation with unusual care. Election night was ap- proaching and interest was heated, thanks to hints which had leaked regarding the prospective candidacy of Christeen Geth- ers. And from the maze of talk and counter talk Otheller had come to understand that Christeen was a weak sister politically Women disliked her and would vote against her willy-nilly, preferring anything to her election. But a woman of Ethline’s stamp was something vastly different was young, beautiful, generally liked making up in winning personality what she lacked in executive ability. Otheller figured it out that women would rally al- most solidly to the Rollerson standard and that they would be reénforced by every man who nourished a grudge against Isaac. The scheme appeared flawless as he ex- plained it in glowing terms to Ethline. She responded to his suggestion with an en- thusiasm which might have aroused more than a mite of interest in the mind of the absent Jerry Skillet. Sut Otheller was no fool; he knew that he was becoming exceedingly involved. He had pledged himself to operate the cam- paigns of all three candidates for the po- tentacy of the lodge. There was solace in the fact that he was bound to win, but danger that his wires would get crossed. Though all three campaigns were to be handled in strictest privacy there was always danger of a slip—and a slip at this time promised to prove embarrassing to the wire-pulling Otheller. Therefore he sagely decided to reduce his danger to a minimum. He admitted to the entranced Ethline that he was supposed to be running Isaac’s campaign. He averred stoutly that Isaac had no chance whatever of winning and that he would be doing the stout potentate a friendly favor by seeing to it that, since Isaac could not be returned victorious, someone other than Christeen should be. ““Co'se,”’ he explained, “I is gwine make him think he is gwine win the ‘lection an’ all the time you an’ him will be wukin’ as allies. An’ on’y you an’ me is gwine know that I is wukin’ things fo’ you to win,” “How that gwine be?’ He shook his head wisely. “Otheller Heyward e’n fix things which is a heap harder’n that. I is goin’ to Isaac an’ git him to invite you to run against him, ’countin’ he thinks he will split the wimmin vote, beat Christeen an’ ‘lect him!” It didn’t require any enormous amount of argument to make the worried Isaac there Ethline June 7,1919 that Ethline’s candidacy was vital to the success of his own race. According to the dictatorial Otheller it was simple as A-B-C. If only Isaae and Christeen made the race, he explained, there was grave danger that the vote would be split by sexes, in which event Christeen would be an easy winner. On the other hand if Isaae could induce Ethline to run it would split the female vote while the masculine ballot would rally solidly behind Isaac. “Tha’d make Christeen run thi’d,” averred Otheller. ‘‘How’d you like that?” Isaac beamed beatifically. ‘Hones’?”’ ““Couldn’t be no other way. If’n the wimmin had they chancet of votin’ fo’ two wimmin an’ yo’ wife was one of them you know good an’ well she won’t have no chancet whatever a-tall ’countin’ so many wimmin don’t like her.” ‘That sho’ is the truth, Brother Hey- ward. It sho’ is. I reckon you suttinly is got sumthin’ on yo’ shoulders ‘ceptin’ on’y a nec k.’ Isaac parte “d surreptitiously to the home of Ethline Rollerson, where, after considerable pre- amble, he ventured the suggestion that she enter the race for Grand Magnificent High Potentate of The Sons and Daughters of I Will Arise. Ethline played her réle excellently. She appeared stunned with surprise, though in her heart she was applauding Otheller’s masterly adroitness in not only forcing Isaac to dance when he pulled the wires, but to be blissfully unconscious that there were any wires. “Why is you so Mistuh Gethers?’ ‘lL is a mis’able man, Miss Rollerson; a ve’y exceedin’ly mis’able man. How come my wife to git this fool idee "bout runnin’ fo’ the poten’cy in her haid fust off, I don’ know; but it shows me right off that some woman is gwine win the ‘lection. Theyfo’ I says to myse’f that if’n I ain’t gwine win I don’t want my wife to win, an’ also I says to myse’f, Sis’ Ethline, that they ain't no prettier, mo’ competenter, capabeller woman to be potentate of the lodge than what you is.” ‘You is shuah I'll be ‘Positively certain,” ‘Hones’ shuah?”’ “They ain't a chancet contrariwise, Si Ethline. Ise a seein’ man an’ I knows when I is beat, so I is gwine tip off all my frien’ that they is to make a great, big how- dee-do "bouten me an’ then vote fo’ you *Co’se Christeen ain’t gwine know | is got anythin’ to do with yo’ runnin’ an’ she ain’t gwine be a whole lot worried ’bouten it = come ‘lection time, when all my vote is goin’ yo’ way. They ain’t no ‘jority Sections in the lodge, you know. No mat- ter how many candidates they is the one which gits the mos’ votes gits ‘lected.” Ethline w was persui idable. She coyly ac- cepted isaac’s proposition and went so far as to promise that when she was elected she would accord him the place behind the throne. Both were chuckling to themselves as they parted. “That gal,”” communed Isaac, “is gwine jes’ bus’ up C hristeen’s vote an’ I is gwine walk in.”” Said Ethline to herself: ‘‘Otheller is some foolin’ man. He is got that ol’ butterball thinkin’ he is gwine win over me.” It was inevitable that news of the double feminine candidacy should leak out. It did. Isaac’s first outside intimation came from his wife. That militant person sailed in upon him one evening with eyes blazing with fury. She slammed herself into a wicker chair and emitted a grunt of anger. ‘That hussy!” “Which hussy?”’ *Ethline Rollerson!”’ “What "bouten her?’ “*She is gwine run fo’ Gran’ Magnificent High Potentate of the lodge. Tha’s what she is gwine do. Think of the gall of her runnin’ fo’ that office! It’s a outrage! ***Cause she’s a woman, you mean?” “No—not meanin’ nothin’ of the kin’. It’s a outrage ‘cause I is a’ready let ‘em know that I is runnin’ an’ ev ’ybody knows good an’ well I is the bes’ woman in Bum- min’ham to be potentate of that lodge.”’ Isaac perked up hopefully. “Tf’n tha’s the case, whyn’t you with- draw outen the race befo’ you gits beat?” She flared. ‘Who says Ise gwine git beat?” *Ethline is younger an’ prettier.” **Q-o-ow!”’ She rose and placed strong hands on narrow hips. ‘So you is jes’ like (Centinued on Page 134) see Sis from Otheller and went sot on me runnin’, ‘lected if’n I runs? he lied calmly.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ‘ asi oT TT TMT AML ER x) * FS 4 Coe Ge PS ee KS ake * DETROIT Just You Ride } More Than Half a Million a Motorists Now Praise It { In An Essex ~~~ . ‘ No other proof is needed to win you to it. Phe man who has owned a good light weight car Thousands have placed their orders upon the recognizes in the Essex a wider power range. He ; 4 demonstration revealed in a short ride. sees a complete car. It has features he had never hoped Its performance is so convincing that one is not to obtain in any car selling within his price range. left with indecision as to its value. The man experienced with tine cars sees in the Essex an equal quality to that with which he is ‘ 4 7 Consider What accustomed but at an immense saving in operating Thousands Say and maintenance cost. On every hand you hear praise for the Essex. It Has Appealed Its newness created an interest that sent hundreds To All Motorists of thousands to Essex stores to see it. On the first day more than 5.000 rode and were won by its Interest ll the Essex has come trom all Classes of performance. motorists. Every day of the past four months has seen a That proves the fulfilment of the aim of its builders. swelling tide of admiration until now all are saving ‘They intended it should be the car that would em- the tinest things for it. body all the advantages of the two accepted types of cars. What Is It It should have lightness as well as durability — | That They Admire? performance as well as low first cost—easy riding qualities as well as economy of operation. Is it performance or appearance —low cost or : ; economy of operation ; ) Phey re “y - rifice the advantages of either ' , , they combined them. One speaks of one quality, another of some other é j feature. That is what all have recognized. ; Phat is accounted for by the experience those It is what we want you to know and thus our persons have had with other cars. statement ‘‘Just you ride in an Essex.”’ $ 1395 Detroit { ‘ ii 4 oe Pee Pee a ‘ie é

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST HEN a certain Mr cluded he wa of flesh out truction (¢ Ragan cor entitled to a pound of the Hugh and the sraley Hugh seemed (on ompany struction Company favor the said Mr Jerry traley Con Ragan Weat! tucked-away-in-a of Little, Tyler a world sud had heard unwilling te anything of the sort his little old in the office beamed blandly on with erby, at corner desk & White denly become rosy. For Jerry knocking : his door with no Opportunity loudly, ound A definite aim in life i i sublime thing Jerry blessed with such an less than to behold the name of H Weatherby added to an imposing of names which occupied the upper left hand Little, Tyler & White's official No one ever landed his list without work. Jerry had realized this it the outset. But in his veins coursed the blood of New England pelled Work with a capital and bowed down to it and worshiped it He had reached that point in his jour clearly and uncertain 1 beautiful and W eat erby was It was nothing Gerald string corner of stationery name on that forebears who ney toward the goal of his ambitions where the preparation of many of the dif ficult and important briefs of the firm was falling to his lot. This was a hopeful sign It Va the last taye before ymed forth in the upper left-hand corner of that ind the pre you blos tationery and came into the glory added financial an arrangement carried tige and the emolument such with it For some day when you had done a par ticularly good piece of work on a particu- larly difficult of this kind old Horace Little himself would come toddling out of k, look job private office, stop at your de uu approvingly over the tops of hi id ancient steel d pectacle ind iv, as he wobbled that itisfactory ellent we bows bnef under our nose ix Ragan and the Hug! jraley Construction Company sifted out which of ouldn't have engineered rrettier tangle to be had done it all w 1 matice aforethought If out of this me he could bring the equence he had pulled out of other imilar messes he could see old Horace toddling toward him He fell to with a vi usiasm vy hadn't ir, cold, logical with the bay leave Lights burned late at equipped legal library of Little, Night watchmen in the building nodded all sorts of scandalous hours. } night im the plendid Tyler & White to Jerry going downstairs at He paced deset t smoothing out some salient point in that brief, wher whizzing trainward with trucks, s, and milk wagons He drew inspiration from an the bulldog edition of the h morning paper were is only compantons irregular patch of reflect should have been sleeping ed light above his bed when he His first warning that things were not going as they f tinct distaste for Mr. sudden feeling of di Braley Construction Company. It hould was a Ragan and the was a a puerile sort of you've-done-me-now Undignified in its every Ditto the brief as far as at straws; silly tight anyway; I'll-do-you Without he had gone with it. Flat by-gravy affair aspect ense or reason a grasping worst of work he had ever done Then a most disturbing sensation took up its abode with Wherever he was, it was the one place he didn’t want When he was at his desk in the office he wished most and pier e him to be devoutly he was in his cozy apartment at the Rookery; June 7,1919 Why trouble Peter about it? It was merely the clearest and simplest case of quitting. Jerry could size that up as well as the best neurologist that ever lived in the Rookery he wished he n he got to a show he wanted to when he got to his apartment was at a show: and whe take a long on that walk the morocco-scented library of the firm sug- gested the peace and comfort he had been chasing vainly ; hurried thither, but the peace and comfort had departed before he arrived. And he started over the whole walk and while he paced altogether too fast so he vicious circle again This would never do! Not if he intended to grab this chance to appear officially on the firm's stationery. Let him keep on the way he was going and old Horace would come charging down upon him with murder in his soul instead of that crown of bay leaves in his hand, and quite probably heave Jerry out of the handiest window. In the midst of his distress, like a great light in his dark- ness, came the thought of Peter Babcock. There was the man to fix him up! Between Jerry and Peter there had sprung up one of those friendships built on a mutual understanding and a mutual appreciation that make such friendships secure in the face of everything. Only, Peter Babcock had gone up the line somewhat faster than Jerry. He was already beginning to be widely quoted as a coming neurologist nights and this horrible feeling of some disaster impending. He'd just drop in on Peter. Right away. He'd take the Subway. No, a taxi would be quicker. He had walked so far already toward Peter Babcock’s before he decided between the two that it occurred to him he might just as well walk the rest of the way. But standing in front of Peter's house, with Peter’s name winking at him from the neat brass plate between the front windows, it struck Jerry Weatherby that he was making altogether too much of a mountain out of his molehill. Peter would put an end to these sleepless However, so long as he was here he'd just drop in and say hello to old Peter. Noth- ing in the way of professional advice at all! Or perhaps he’d better wait until he got a better grip on himself before he had even a friendly chat with Peter. He turned back—and a moment later was chagrined and immensely relieved to find himself ringing Peter Babcock’s bell. In the little consulting room back of the big front parlor, which was now Peter's reception room, they tilted back their chairs and put their feet on the glass top of the desk and touched off cigars from Peter’s humidor. Jerry puffed away at his as if he had been allotted about two minutes to smoke it through. But with all his valiant effort it seemed to burn far too slowly to suit him. So he began chew- ing away at it irritably, as if he would ex pedite matters by eating up one end while he burned up the other “Come Peter suddenly de- manded with irrelevance that cut spang into the middle of a pleasant little com- monplace conversation Jerry pretended he didn’t get it *“*Ask me whatever it is you about yourself!" **Me? Ask you something about my- self? Say, Peter, once in a while in a great while—you know, it’s barels possible someone drops in on you for a better reason than running up a bill for your distinguished services.” ‘You didn’t.” That flattened trifle. “How'd you know I didn’t?” Peter banged open the mahogany of the humidor. across!"’ want ) once Jerry Weatherb Favor me by eating one more cigar, Jerry. It’s interesting to watch you.” All the wind went out of Jerry’s sails He slumped down in his chair and eased up on the overworked cigar “Oh, very well, old miracle of second sight. Since you want a job that bad ™ He seemed reluctant to go on waited, apparently absorbed in watching the lengthening ash on his own cigar “Gosh, there must be something gone Jerry “Can't concentrate for a darr Peter askew with me, Peter!” confessed at length. lately. Hate my work.” Tell me something I don’t know alread rottetr “Go ahead! “Don't want toeat. Sleeping pretty ordina “Old stuff! Try again!” ‘*Wherever I am lately it’s the one place I don’t war be. Something is egging me on all the time to go where else, only it isn’t a bit better when I do get s where else.” “‘Huh!” said Peter. ‘‘ You’ve got to pull up, pull up soon.” ‘*Nothing to it just now, Peter! I've got the young life on. Right now I’ve got in my little old paws the piece of werk that is going to land me in the firm. Sodon’t spring any of this drop-everything-and-take-a-rest stuff on me!” “You will presently, whether I suggest it « Jerr do you know what that feeling of wanting to get away from wherever you happen to be really is?”’ **Damn foolishness.” “*Maybe, but I rather think it’s a call to you to go and play.” “There you go! I tell you there is nothing to it until this particular job is finished and off my mind.” “Everybody has to play a little once in a while,” Peter. “If you keep your silly old nose to the grindstone overlong without any play in between times, that cal! comes as it has come to you. Now then, if you are fool enough not to heed it do you know what happens?” “Shoot it! I don’t frighten easily, so make it a good one!” “‘If you don’t heed that call the time comes when some- thing doesn’t wait any longer for you. Something takes you away to play, whether or no. Only it’s too late for you (Continued on Page 42) Jerry, and job of mi) r not Said

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(Continued from Page 40) really to play then. You wander round trying to play, but you can’t. They call it aphasia.” “Pretty name ! I've heard it before.’ “So have I,” said Peter grimly. Jerry looked disturbed for a moment; then he grinned, pulled his feet off the desk top and bounded out of his chair as if he had too many springs coiled up inside him and they had all let loose at once ‘Rot!” he said. “I'm squealing, that’s all that’s the matter with me! I'll get this job done; then I'll go and play.” That's what they all say —always!”’ “Well, I'll have a hack at it anyway. And all this croak- ing of yours, Peter, isn’t helping things very muchly.” ‘Let me suggest something that will help. I’m not going to tell you to drop everything and go away to rest, supposedly, but really to fret yourself into a worse hole. Keep right on with this wonderful job of yours. But the first time you feel that call to get away somewhere, do it! Do it immejut and to oncet! Don’t wait! Drop every- Stay two days, three days, a week. It will pay Now what in thunder is the sense of I only feel worse in thing and hike that? I've tried it the place I go to than I did in the one I came from.” “You didn’t go to the right place You should go somewhere not because you feel you must, but because you want to go.” ‘Peter, there ain't no such animal,” suid Jerry with much weariness of spirit ‘Oh, yes, there is! There's a place where everybody under the sun is anxious to be.” ‘Kindly mention it specifically!” ** Arcady.” You hardly would have expected that answer from slow-going prosaic-looking old Peter Babeock. And that is just where men of Peter's type fool you ‘‘Arcady, hey? Arcady, the gentle man says. Has he been neglecting busi ness to read mushy poetry become addicted to some of his own Maybe, dearie, you'll locate it or has he drugs? for me.’ It hasn't any fixed boundaries,” said Peter, quite unmoved, “ Any fool knows that much. But it’s waiting somewhere for each one of us. I knew one man wise old party too— who used to chase to liong-Kong for it every once in a while And | knew another who found it in a x-cent bag of peanuts and one of the wheezy old excursion boats down the harbor. There are as many individual Arcadys as there are individual bits of human frailty on this planet. The thing to do is to find your own. “Jerry, old stocking, I’m in dead The next time that call comes to you you beat it. It's a call from your own little private Arcady. Don’t take any chances. When it comes, go find it!" “There might be some sense in what you say at that,”’ Jerry mused “There sure is!"’ said Peter in a tone that left no chance to doubt his own con victions in the matter. lerry had not the slightest intention of eurnest following out these suggestions, however Even as he said good night to Peter ot the stoop something within him was tightening its unpleasant grip upon him; whispering to him that what he needed was more work yet instead of any thought of easing up. And with the joyous determination to put the thing through at any cost, he went to the office next morning and fell upon Mr. Ragan and the Hugh Braley Construc- tion Company and the diversity of opinion that existed between and forninst the same. And tore madly into that brief; and forgot luncheon; and went to pieces beautifully at five minutes past four; and found himself weeping in self-pity over the botch he was making of the whole something was matter, \ growing sense of wretchedness and utter helplessness frightened him. rhe urge within him to be somewhere else and to be there instanter swooped down upon him with treble the force it had ever brought before. Smiling—a crooked, uncertain, yet withal hopeful smile — he pushed aside the papers on his desk and slammed a weight on them ‘Looks like me for Arcady after all,” he said, and got up. Trouble was he hadn't the faintest idea where this private individual Arcady of his might lie. Was it north, THE SATURDAY EVENING POST south, east or west? Was he bound for Hong-Kong—or a six-cent bag of peanuts and an excursion boat down the harbor? He stood irresolute at the main entrance of the building in which Little, Tyler & White maintained their austerely impressive suite of offices. He felt better already from the bare decision to venture into Arcady. Yo-ho for Arcady! But where the devil was it? A taxi pulled up to the curb and discharged its cargo of one very preoccupied gentleman, portly and with white hair. He began to argue his just fare with the chauffeur. Jerry knew this from the gentleman's gestures and the way he pointed to the taximeter. They came to a compromise. And, speaking of taxis, what a chauffeur thereof did not know about the town wasn’t worth mentioning. Funeral or frolic, dog fight or chamber concert —leave it to them to find it and take you to it. Suppose you entered a taxi and merely said you wanted Arcady. It was an engaging whim with possibilities. Jerry crossed the sidewalk. “Do you know where Arcady is?” he inquired of the man at the wheel “Arcady? Sure, sor!" lake me to it, then!” “Which wan?” “Just Arcady.”’ “There's a whole rigimint of Arcadys in this village, sor. They ranges from flop-house to thim as will sting yez for seven tips before yez so much as set foot inside *em.” ““Can’t you dig me up a sort of in-between Arcady?” “I can thot, sor. I had ut in me moind aven as yez shpoke, sor. Get in, sor!” They shot away from the curb. They made geod time uptown. They stopped before a building with an ornate facade and an entrance that passed itself off for Siena marble. There were letters of glittering gold leaf on the plate-glass lunette above the plate-glass doors. The mys- tery flashed out. Those letters announced to the world at sarge: THE ARCADY Young willow trees, clipped down and parading as bays, stood in brass-hooped tubs, one on each side of each step and two on each side of the top step. And behind the left-hand brace of willow-bays, artfully concealing itself so oer June 7,1919 as to be perfectly visible between them, was a wooden standard, also gold-lettered to the effect that within were: APARTMENTS, 1, 2 AND 3 ROOMS AND BATH FURNISHED OR UNFURNISHED INQUIRE OF JANITOR ON THE PREMISES If one starts a game it is good policy to see it through. Jerry gravely settled with his chauffeur, mounted the steps and pushed the button of the janitor’s bell. A man in smutty blue overalls, who introduced himself as Mr Mullen and tinctured the immediate atmosphere with the breath of things soon to be put into limbo by Federal law, came waddling heavily from some subterranean depth in answer to the summons. “Something furnished,” Jerry opened the conversation. Mr. Mullen pursed his lips. “Only one furnished left,” said he. ‘‘Seventh floor back. One room and bath. Forty-two a month.” He said it as if he had already repeated it countless times like some well-learned lesson. Also he seemed with- out any particular hope in this particular case. “Let’s have a look at it,” the pro- spective tenant suggested. Now Jerry Weatherby had not the slightest intentionsof becoming a dweller in this stucco-fronted, polished-glass- and-imitation-marble Arcady. Idle curi- osity prompted him to trouble the fagged-appearing Mr. Mullen to the ex- tent of displaying what comfort and cheer the Arcady offered its patrons in its one-room-and-a-bath furnished suites at forty-two amonth. Besides, he might as well be looking at suites as trying to drive the thoughts of his trouble from his mind by any other method. Mr. Mullen, aloof, still without any apparent hope of doing actual business, took him up in the automatic elevator, ushered him down a very long and very narrow hall and opened a door on too much fumed-oak furniture for the too-small space into which it was crowded. Mr. Mullen began opening other doors. ‘‘Bath—kitchenette. ’Ere’s the bed inthis closet,” he announced successively. Jerry was not listening. He had strolled to a window and lifted it. It commanded an imposing view of the rear of similar apartments on the next street. It struck him he could not be much farther removed from his own private Arcady than he was at present. He glanced downward. Just below him, running beneath the two windows of the apartment similar to this one, was a long window box, gay with mignonette and candytuft and geraniums in full bloom. A brave little window garden, making a splotch of cheerful color in that cafion of dead brick walls. Well built; well kept; a delight to the eyes; something infi- nitely soothing about it, blooming away there so valiantly. And even as he stood looking down at that oasis of bloom amid the desert of brick walls, a brown head and a pair of slim shoulders emerged from the win- dow below the one he was occupying; and a girl began drenching that minia- ture garden with a small, long-snouted watering can. The breeze between the brick walls tossed that brown hair about smartly, rumpled it, sent strands of it flying out errantly. The girl set down the watering can and began fastening her hair more securely; and, attending thus to her hair, she looked up and saw Jerry Weatherby leaning out of the window above. So like the little garden she seemed to him as he looked at her; something that did not belong there; a wonderful oasis in an impossible desert. He did not realize he was smiling at her until she flushed and started to smile back at him; evidently thought better of it and went on with her garden sprinkling, refusing to look up to his window again. Jerry swung about to Mr. Mullen, who had pulled the sliding bed out of its closet and was expatiating to no one in particular on the softness of its springs and mattress. “How long a lease would I have to take of this place?” Jerry demanded. “Six months.” “T’ll take it.” Mr. Mullen seemed surprised. He amopied away for a lease form. Jerry returned to the window. He stood a long watch. It grew dusky, dark. Feeble yellow lights pricked the cafion-bottom darkness in the alley seven (Continued on Page 44) — EL me aa emg —

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST (Centinued from Page 42) below At nine the brown head and the emerged from the window downstairs. A o'clock houlder of mignonette were snipped off with a pair of ors. Then the head and shoulders disappeared. wait for so brief a glimpse, but eminently worth decided And all the time he had waited he had positive he did not want to be any where else; anywhere else in the world in fact, if he had And the place where one wanted as Arcady, wasn’t it? wonderfully that night on the sliding bed Mr ed He watched no pat« h of reflected above him. He bothered not his head Ragan or the Hugh Braley Con- rf VMullen had extol gn ! ng th thoughts of Mr the ceil truction (¢ But for all his ge vindow At ha Jerr ompan vod vas early astir and watching f even the window garden got Weatherby little hat with the watering can Behatted morning and glancing uneasily at Simply that she was ( ling and the vision his eyes A rather severe officiated watch on her wrist was pinned to the i! and @ ne quick glances at the thirty in the time what was the meaning? faring forth to breakfast? Wrong, Watson! She worked And if that Arcady ceased to be Arcady nt there wa possibility of her attentions to t her windows was the case, the further it tiny hort cultural venture Let ee! About half past five last night he had first seen with the sprinkling can. Until the same hour to-night, if his reasoning was correct, he might expect the and geraniums to be left to their own devices, He was feeling quite fit himself after his night’s un- He would hie him to the office. He would Work Arcady evenings. A urrangement il h out side her therefore ‘ indytuft broken sleep do so each day daytimes wholly satisfactory On his way out he took the stairs instead of the auto- He did so that he might find out the door one flight down that was directly In the vestibule he paused to numbered. Beside bore the name: elevator the own matic number on under his at the It was 67 push button similarly to fit the metal slot Nice name! whale of a day at the Mr Construction Company were as ould have giance eard cut ( onstance Hoope r Hie had Hlugl ind ita down Ragan and clay in ome office bral y Both did every last thing he « wished He was off that brief for fair at last. progressing as it was, Jerry would them ft ao with Ordinarily, with work dinner —everything save the job was different He closed his Rookery and rummaged there forgotten time him But to it five. Tle na closet until he found a guitar case in tt have before night desk went to the dust-covered, long neglected; the poor corpse wit! casket minus three fresh them in a taxi paused only to buy strings Ihe cents ol of it tring errs tract made hurry Fifty before he made uptown which seemed in a money peed at fh on the ledge of an open win hed ap of his at the i decrepit old guitar with accounted for the extra Behold We if precariously Jerry itherby ve-twenty eight, comfort perched in that one-room furt irtment He d-new tring trummed softly or and hummed Arcady no real away In a voice blindly his di cover brar follows Arcady he waxed tuneful, on the ily hopele In one lination, else it 1 for ] ledge er ne vhich account Jerry seventh tory window At five-thirty-four a through the perch. An arm was attached to it i brown head followed the arm; a pair of shoulders good to look upon followed the brown head 'o the accompaniment of properly modulated strains guitar, Miss Constance Hooper drenched her box. And again she looked up at Jerry and half miled and half flushed and refused to look up again. Jerry the hair immensely. He yet he was glad she had refused long-snouted watering can came open window below his om the W ndow that face under brown wanted to see him more than that barest upward glance A week of this and Weatherby decided that omehow he must know that girl downstairs better. He someone who knew her and omeone who knew her to know But this was Arcady. A thou- liked more of it Jerry op about and find might sn also knew him: or bribe him. And be Formal presentations in Ari ' ented ady! Dear heaven! formally pre and times no! Once, coming face to face with her in the hall, he made tarting to lift his hat. Miss Constance the mistake ol Hooper looked at him for a moment; then over him and beyond him and through him quite as if he weren't there at all. He was chagrined, half angry, wholly satisfied with her behavior. He wondered if he had queered that one swift upward glance each afternoon at five-thirty and the flush that went with it. He got them both just the same next evening, as if nothing at all unusual had happened in the hall. He fell into the habit of perching there on the window ledge long after the nightly watering of the window garden was over and done with. Sometimes he strummed what he considered Arcadian measures on the old guitar. More often his chin was sunk on his chest. Apparently he was careless enough to doze. In reality he was wondering all the time if that window box was securely fastened to the brick wall. He waylaid Mr. Mullen in the hall and, pre- tending he was contemplating the comfort of blossoms outside his own windows, pumped him concerning the cost and construction of window boxes. Mr. Mullen gave up the information that they were put up strongly. But it is always well to be sure for one’s own self. He went to the alley one evening. The three iron brackets that supported Miss Constance Hooper’s window box of a most comforting size and thickness. were Meantime Mr. Ragan and the Braley Company’s pro- defense against the said gentleman came along famously. And in the midst of a morning’s pleasant work upon the new form that brief had taken, Peter Babcock strolled in and sat down by Jerry’s desk. “I've taken the trouble to keep tabs on you,” said Peter. ‘‘You've been working here every day. You're trying to buck it out. Don’t be a fool, Jerry.” ‘I’m following the advice you handed me, old kill-joy,” said Jerry ** Looks it.’ “Believe me, I am! Great place, Arcady!”’ “How do you know?” **Been there.” “When?” “Day after I came to see you. That call hit me hard. Had to get out. Beat it away and found Arcady. Honest! I've been there ever since.” ‘“*Perhaps you're trying to tell me y private little slice of Arcady proved to be these blamed pose ad ou discovered your old law offices.” ‘Nothing like that, Peter! Dear, dear, nice little evening Arcady. I go there each night. no! Mine isa It lets me work here days Peter sniffed his disgust. “Evening Arcady, hey? That doesn’t sound promising. Purely evening Arcadys don’t count.” ** They do They argued further all appearances he betook himself away in of a dudgeon,. Jerry did not know that the first thing Peter did when he got back to his office was to call up Horace Little. So later that day when Horace Little, left shoe squeak- ing suffic iently to attract the attention of the rest of the force, came poking out of his private oflice and straight to Jerry’s desk, Jerry had some misleading palpi- tations of his heart. Was it possible that Horace Little had got wind of the work he was doing on that brief and was coming thither to pass out honors thus prematurely? The older man’s first words seemed to suggest that such in- with me.” To or less Peter gave itupasa bad job. more otlice deed was the case. “Mr. Weatherby, young men.” “Thank you,” said Jerry with due modesty. “Your work of late has been mighty satisfactory to us. We believe in you, Weatherby. We look after our bright young men. We take care of them.” That looked most auspicious. “We are going to take care of you.” It was coming, here and now. “We aren't going to let you work yourself to death. That's what you've been doing. Don't deny it, Weatherby. You've been wor'xing long hours. You haven’t taken any vacations. We want you to take a vacation at once. One month. Our expense. Just turn this Ragan-Braley Company brief over to Mr. Brewer, draw some money from the cashier if you need it, and forget this office for a month,” Jerry, in desperation, would have argued the matter, but Horace Little would not listen. we consider you one of our brightest June 7,1919 “Tut, tut, Weatherby! As I suggest, if you please; as I suggest !”’ A cold fury enveloped Jerry Weatherby. ness did not tend to lessen it. ‘ “IT think you happen to know Dr. Peter Babcock,” he sputtered. “Quite so. Good friend of yours, isn’t he?” **He won’t be in the future,” Jerry muttered. There being nothing else to do, Jerry departed. His first impulse was to call up Peter and lay him out cold for the meddlesome old ass he was. But a better plan succeeded this. He turned over the Ragan-Braley Com- pany business to Brewer; but certain carbon copies thereof went with Jerry into exile, together with a few books from that splendidly equipped legal library of the firm. His helpless- Horace Little untied a package of papers and began to run them over. They seemed to interest him. He sent away a stenog- rapher waiting for dictation and became absorbed in the contents of that pile of typewritten sheets. At the end of two hours he called up Peter Babcock. “Your friend Weatherby has just sent us in the most amazing brief in the Ragan-Braley Company case. Won- derful piece of work. Splendid!” “Thought he was to drop that!” “*Evidently took it with him.” “Where is he now?” ““Haven’t the least idea. Just called up his apartment at the Rookery to congratulate him. He isn’t there.”’ **Don’t like this!” “Must be all right if he can doa piece of work like that.” ““Not necessarily. He'd been pushing himself mighty hard. Pretty much all in. Man in that condition some- times does wonderful work, but it isn’t well for him to do it, all the same. Pays too big a price for it.”’ ““‘We must look after a man of that stamp, Doctor Babcock. Had we better try to find him at once?” “By all means ““You—or we?” “Both.” evening, Jerry Weatherby lolled on his window ledge. He was resting from his labors, but con- sidering yet more important ones. Earlier that afternoon he had sent to Horace Little by messenger a completed brief that he was willing to wager his last copper would land his name where he had long dreamed of seeing that name auspiciously placed. Just now he was considering the distance from window ledge to that blossoming young window garden telling himself a few bruises more or less did and whispering in some It being early his below him; not matter in so good a cause; remote corner of his mind that, while it was a shame to spoil those perfectly good young blossoms, it was some- thing that couldn’t be helped. It was growing d&ark fast. The lights in the alley sprang into life. Jerry pushed one long leg outward and downward. A hundred and seventy-two the last time he was weighed! But those iron brackets beneath the window Out went the other leg— then in they both came. Jerry was grinning. Before he did this thing he’d have a word with Peter. Peter deserved a young shock or two. He had laid himself open to it with his silly meddling down at the office. So, still grinning impishly, he crossed the room to the And Peter’s answering box seemed sturdy affairs. telephone and called up Peter. voice was filled with a great relief. “High time you let me hear from you! Been trying to find you all this afternoon. Where are you?” “In Arcady.” “Yes! Yes! But where’s that?” ““Arcady hasn’t any definite boundaries, you know, Peter, old dear.” ““Cut out the comedy! Where the devil are you?” “None of your delightful business, heart of my heart!” Peter tried a new tick. **Feeling all right?”’ “Wonderfully well. in my bean.” **Well, what is that idea?” “There’s a window just behind me as I’m talking to It’s sort of got me obsessed. For more than I've been thinking I’d jump out of that Except I’ve got a curious idea you, Peter. a week now window.” Continued on Page 145) _—

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46 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 7,1919 Two Billion Dollars’Wheat Money HEN the present vheat afely and id green bug 9 the hz ip the rop past flood He anflya st: vhen eled ings round the separator, and the last way to the elevator four hundred ng to draw drought hail hand nave and fu irvest sho clean- wagon has started on its ore thousand farmers are go a long breath of relief “The biggest job of our history,’ they will out of the way. There are more than a billion bushels of wheat wort! declare, ‘i two dollars a bushel—it makes one innings for us after all.” Probably it is the first time they ever admitted situation. Curious thing, this attitude of the farmer For four years the prices of bread, but ter, milk, corn meal, alfalfa—not to mention a long list of unpalatable ; substitutes that we loyally ate dur- m9 » have been Ape), such a toward his business. ‘PRY ing the wheatless days soaring along with the airplanes. “Just think what the farmer must be making,” says the city con- sumer. ‘‘He simply has to scratch up the ground a little, sow some seed, and behold he money rolling in hand faster than he can pend it! No wonder he rides in a motor car and builds has a new barn every year.” It does look reasonable, and many a farmer has made good income from the crops of every sort. It depended on what kind of farmer he was and how well the climate per- formed its part in the locality in which he was located. Some farmers would not prosper if dollars grew on bushes; others would make money in Sahara. They are not dif- ferent from other classes of business men. Crops in Terms of Merchandise |S pee here is an instance where the innings is going to be real-— probably the last big innings in this generation, for there will be no more guaranty of $2.26 a bushel at pri- mary after June, 1920. It will be the greatest income from any single season's crop in the history of any nation. Yet the average farmer will tell you that when he has counted in all his expenses for seed, labor, interest and living he is not making much on wheat. He objected vig- orously at the fixing of the guaranteed price, for when it was made wheat was worth nearly three dollars a bushel. lle sent protests to Congress, to the President, to the news- papers and anywhere else that it seemed likely to do good, that it was unfair to regulate wheat and not corn, cotton, other market asserting regulate meats and prod- icts. Nevertheless and not- withstanding, he wheat over in- creased his acre- age in 1918 1917, and last fall the largest acreage in the na history. He har- 1918 eight more than owed tion's vested in million acres the average of the previ- this Ipprox- ous five years, and eascn will have imately sevent* nillion acres than a Allowing for all the ec- centricities of the transportatior promising more billion bushels, grading, and the wastage t more than two | dollars for the rop Since the art the tarmer was signed has said little about the inadequate He was worried lest the Pres- price dent and C ongress fail to keep the promise of last autumn, Based on the What Will the Farmer Do With It? “ry ee en Farm Land Vatues are Increasing from Five to Seven Dotlars an Acre a Year By Charles Moreau Harger $1.25 when the crop is gathered, and the billion dollars appropriated by Congress to uphold the guaranteed price looks mighty attractive to the producer, He sees in it a recompense for his disappointment when the Govern- ment established a price that took away some of his war profits. To be sure, the world market may exceed $2.26, in which case he would feel dissatisfied—but at this writ ing that is unlikely. With scarcely less impatience than awaited the sign- ing of the peace treaty, trade has looked forward to the marketing of the phenomenal wheat crop. From manu- facturers and jobbers to the country merchants throughout the Middle West it has loomed as a beacon of business activity. “Think,” said the automobile manufacturer, many motor cars can be bought with two billion dollars!” and on the government crop report of early spring, motor stocks advanced. There were also computations of the number of bath- tubs, talking machines, electric-lighting plants, new gowns and fur-lined coats that would be needed, all on the theory that the farmer would soon become a spender. Incidental was discussion of the effect on the consumer of bread and what would happen to the scale of living if by any chance the normal wheat price might approach that of the ‘how guaranteed figure or if the Government placed the wheat on the market at its established cost. But this was academic, and in any event nowise concerned the important matter of the distribution of the wealth to come to the producer from the largess of the fields. Most directly of course the effect will be felt in the Mississippi Valley, whence the bulk of the yield is to come. Four states— Missouri, Kan- sas, Nebraska and Oklahoma have nearly half the winter-wheat acreage, twenty-two million acres. Ohio, Illinois and Indiana have nine million; the three spring- wheat states— South Dakota, North Dakota and Minnesota— have some fifteen or eighteen million acres more. In these commonwealths will be paid out the greater portion of the wheat income. Here is an example of how closely the manufacturers are watching Western trade. A Philadelphia maker of garters sent letters to scores of Middle West clothing deal- ers asking: ‘‘How many of your farmer customers wear garters? Find out and let us know.”” Now the average clothier could not tell offhand, but he began to inquire. He found that the young farmers generally wore ’em, but the older generation had not yet accepted the modern invention. When the survey was completed the manufacturer placed his advertising in the papers that would reach the farmer trade, wording it to attract the attention of the class not yet accustomed to his wares. Unquestionably there has been a loosening up of purse strings in the agricultural states since the signing of the armistice. Families that scrimped and wore made-overs for eighteen months began to replenish larders and ward- robes. The country merchant began to lose his fear that he would be overstocked and found that after all his cus- tomers paid little attention to high prices but bought what they desired. Money That Will Go Into Land O THE approach of harvest finds the business interests of the wheat country in a mood to use the two billion dol- lars with some liberality in current expenditure. However, if the industrial world expects the wheat farmer to throw his money away frivolously he is mistaken. The farmer has a well defined idea that this will be the last year of large income for a long time. He is planning to utilize the wealth he gains in a man- ner that will make the future safe for him and his family. He has had all winter to think about it. He has talked it over with his banker and has gathered all the informa- tion possible from every source as a guide in the spending of his profits. | Foremost in the mind of the wheat raiser is the desire for more land. Talk with the men on the streets of Western coun- try towns and they will tell you that they expect to buy the adjoining eighty or another farm. The increase of land val- ues all through the Mis- sissippi Valley has been one of the marvels of the past decade. An in- crease of five to seven dollars an acre a year in the value of his farm rather than the crops he raised—has made the farmer well-to-do. “The odd thing about world market wheat may be worth not more than Tareshing by Machinery in the Wheat Beit it,” said a country banker (Continued on Page 49)

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—-_ a) ee ee ee, —— = ee ~ — ~ (Continued from Page 46) of Kansas, “‘is that the men who have been on the ground for thirty years have not been the beneficiaries. They went through the demoralization of the nineties and were too timid to speculate in land. I remember one day, fifteen years ago, driving with the old horse and surrey over a 450-acre tract of rich land adjoining my town. An Eastern mortgagee had offered it for twenty-five dollars an acre. I tried to interest some friends in it but they laughed at the project. It had not earned the taxes for five years. The land sold a few months ago for $200 an acre and $250 an acre would not buy it now.” That is merely an example. Farms two hundred miles west of the Missouri River are selling for $150 to $200 an acre, and the opinion of Westerners is that they will be worth more. So the farmer wants to increase his holdings. He is reaching out to the cheaper territory of the high plains, and even up into Canada. ““‘When I was in California last winter,” said a wheat raiser who will have a thousand acres to harvest this year, **l met a Canadian who told me of government land that can be bought for a dollar an acre. Back twenty years ago the receiver of a Hartford, Connecticut, company’s irriga- tion plant in the Arkansas Valley offered me land for a dollar an acre but I thought it was a poor investment. The land is now worth $100 to $200 an acre. When my wheat is sold I am going to Canada and buy ten thousand acres of cheap land and let it lie. It is the best thing I can do with my money. Sev- eral of my neighbors are ’ THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Along with the buying of more land will go the cleaning up of debts on farms already owned. Strangely the mortgage debt of the prosperous Western states had decreased little if at ail during the war period of high prices. Reports of 159 insurance companies making loans on farms and with a total of $828,568,867 so invested, showed an increase of their farm loans from December 14, 1914, to December 31, 1916, of $181,607,482 and $199,121,000 new loans made the first nine months of 1917. Loan brokers, even in the heart of the wheat belt, have a large business, the Federal farm land bank has loaned $200,000,000 in its eighteen months of existence. Allowing for the refunding of old debts there is still little decrease noted in the total of the farm debt, estimated by the Federal land bank as $4,000,000,000 in the whole country The land-mortgage debt is of course not the only one the farmer usually owes. Not to mention the short-time notes he may have at the bank to meet present needs he is likely to have something due on his Liberty Bonds, while in the wheat belt the Victory Bonds were in many instances subscribed on the prospect of the coming harvest. These bonds must be paid for and will be one of the first calls on the new income. Bankers, taking a broad view and entirely outside of patriotism, have been glad to see their custom- ers lay aside part of their savings in government securities, though at times it has been a drain on the deposit account. Take a typical farming county that raised 150,000 acres of wheat this year, worth $5,000,000—an amount greater Ww hile 49 average citizen toward investments. There have been so many war calls on the family bank account that little remained for speculation. In the meanwhile new oil fields hundreds of thousands of acres have been leased with the hope of finding new gushers. Oil companies occupy most of the attention of Western char- ter boards. The farmer will be advised that Rockefeller and Henry Ford began with little, and just look at them now! have been opened; To be sure, there are blue-sky laws, but it is a poor organizer who cannot formulate a plan that will gain admit- tance to most states. Then the possession of a certificate as a credential who do not consider the necessity of earning dividends before any are paid Already the promoters of various industrial concerns are busy exchanging handsome stock certificates for Lib- erty Bonds —and here is one place where the bonds are always taken at par to operate seems to act to many Wheat Farmers as Security Buyers HE saving grace is that the farmer has been taught to buy substantial securities. The war has been an edu- cator. At its beginning the average farmer knew little of bonds. The first Liberty Loan campaign in rural districts was devoted mostly to education, Even yet the realization has not sunk into the con- The other day a farmer went to the win- dow of a Western country bank and presented a bunch sciousness of all. talking of going with me.” Then there is the cheap land of the South, which will take a large amount of Northern money, especially in the Southwest, where reclamation is opening new areas. But first in the heart of the farmer is the fertile land like his own; and as he buys at steadily increasing prices there is a movement corresponding onward to develop sections less favored but where the cost of the land is less. Students of finance have predicted a land boom fol- lowing the currency ex- pansion of war times, and the prediction seems in a fair way to be fulfilled. Certainly the six months signing the armistice has seen a marked ad Since vance of bond coupons *“My neighbor tells me that I can get fifteen dollars for these Is that so?” “Certainly,” replied the cashier “What bonds have you, and where are they ‘Some of them are out home and some are here in the bank somewhere, l guess. 1 don’t know just what they are. | signed for what the committee said, and gave my check | didn’t get all the bonds Hardly matter anyhow He actually thought that mation, thought it would he had made a d But he was an ex The farmer bond | drive it ha eption, learned what a , and since the first been nece ary to make no explanations Along with hi Liberty in selling values and greater demand for farm land than any period in a decade, The possibility of less earnings when there is a readjust- ment of price levels for products seems not to enter into the computation. ‘‘God is not making any more land,” is a current expression, and it seems likely that we shall see in the states beyond the Missouri, out at least to the high plains, a scale of land values equal to that of Illinois and Indiana and Ohio. Raising Farm Land Values HE Department of Agriculture reports the average grade of plow lands was worth about $74.31 an acre on March first this year, compared with $68.38 a year ago; $62.17 two years ago, and $58.39 three years ago. Values show the greatest percentage of increase during the last year occurred in the South Atlantic states—in the Carolinas | and extended to Alabama, Kentucky and no increases were made in the New and Georgia Arkansas. Small or Coast states and Louisiana, England states, the Pacific Texas and Montana. Mater‘al increases were reported from Nebraska and South Dakota. Iowa's plowing lands stand first in value, her average being $169 an acre, fol- lowed by Illinois with $144, California with $121, and Indiana with $100. Alabama reports the lowest average value of plow lands, at $24 an acre, and Mississippi next, $25.50. Kansas land in 1915 was worth $51. In 1916 it was $52; in 1917, $58; and in 1918, $61. The land seekers are not confined to farmers, as is evi- dent from the increase of tenantry in all the Middle West, an increase so marked as to call for serious consideration by Western legislatures and the adoption of methods intended to lessen it. The Kansas legislature last winter submitted a constitutional amendment providing that the state may with a bond issue finance the land buyer, giving preference to returned soldiers and sailors, its object being to assist in making the tiller of soil also its owner. North Dakota has ordered a $5,000,000 bond issue with the same object. The reasons for this are that capitalists are obtain- ing larger areas as an investment, and tenants are occupy- ing the land. The Farmers’ Safety«Deposit Vauits than all its products of every kind in any previous year of its history. The farmer people of that county have $3,500,- 000 of Liberty Bonds and War Savings Stamps laid away in safety-deposit vaults and bureau drawers. That tangible asset will be valuable for collateral in years to come when the crops are less generous and when prices have dropped toa lower level. The banker knows this, and he know that in the turn of events there are likel Out in the high plains country in 1918 five million acres of wheat was winter killed; the farms produced nothing. One banker borrowed more than $500,000 winter to loan to his customers in order that they families might stay and wait for the this year will pay all the debt much of that territory the Government _ too, to be lean years, luring the pa t and their next crop The wheat surplus, but over loaned the money sand givea to buy the seed with which to sow the field The mere fact that he is in debt does not worry the ern farmer. In ing and other operations he has learned to lool upon borrowed capital as a part of the If he pays off more than likely that he will perhaps to land. As land loaned to the and the farm grow, accounting in Mortgage than the farm his experience with stock raising, business the mortgage it is borrow again next year values climb, the amounts amount needed to finance the part for the increasing farm debt. are to-day loaning more on Western farm ago, yet they if the Here and there i buy more acre companle believe were worth on the market ten years that they are conservative. So they are tender of land values upward continues ing voice pointing out that a return to the pre-war figure for crops must bring correspondingly lessened value in the land that produced them; but it is recalled that the same dire predictions were heard twenty years ago and every year since, and that the lands of Illinois, Ohio, lowa and Indiana advanced in value even under the pre-war level of prices for products. Probably no other class is looking forward with such eager eyes toward the two billion dollars as the stock pro- moter. He has beensomewhat held down during war times, both by government restrictions and by the attitude of the a warn become a and Bond he has buyer of of high character, as many bond houses have municipal sé hool bond found. It may be expected that this education will stand tead in the future. Perhaps he can be fully persuaded that speculative stocks are best let but that is en the city capi talist is not of promised profits and fat dividend Much will depend a activity of the representatives of sound issues a! him in good alone probably too much to hope, for ev proof against the temptation of investments on the d the pub- to this cla licity given to instruction on what is a sound stock anda vell secured bond. It must not be taken for granted that the farmer 1s la ng in knowledge, and he needs generally oniv to have the opportunity to obtar table se iritue The pe iliarit of the return from wheat that the money comes in a lump sum whereas for other products of the farm it is received a little at a time. The return from butter and eyg Irom the orn fed to eattle and finally marketed months after the crop has matured received over a long period. Under the wheat guaranty the farmer Knows that he w get no more and no less for his crop i 31x'months than on the day that the wons and truck leave the threshing machine At a good-roads meeting last winter the speaker made a long argument for hard it enabled the farmer to market hi sright. In the back of the “What's the hurry?” he What difference does it make irfaced roads on the ground that crop whenever the price wa hall rose a lanky farmer ‘Wheat just the when I haul drawled Lime ame any it to market?” The audience applauded. The fact is, farmer has hurried his crop to market since the guaranty was in effect. Last autumn ele swamped to handle the flood of tawny grain that poured from the threshing machines. As a result when spring the Easter: erminal howe er, tha vators and railway Vere came the wheat was stored in Western mills were unable to secure grain for their opera tions without shipping it back over the tra had taken earlier in the season. To avoid this expense transporta tion wheat commanded a premium in the local Wes markets where it was originally produced tern But there was

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= Lay Your Cares on an STERMOOR Nights are . Restful Nights y The weariness and trou- bles of the day are forgotten when you slip off into restful on an Ostermoor Mattress. It fits curve of the drooping ts each weary othes each tired soon sleep every body and re: mmits¢ le nerve Instead of being stuffed in the old-fashioned way, the built up layer by layer, built to hold its shape long, Ostermoor is and give satislactory wear. Write for our free catalog ‘The Test of Time,”’ and samples of ticking. If your dealer not carry the OSTERMOOR we will ship your home, prepaid, securely packed in leatherette paper and burlap. Safe delivery doe S one direct to express guaranteed r Baby Pants each dium sent Three OSTERMOOR & COMPANY 101 Elizabeth St., New York Canadian Agency Alasha Bedding of Montreal, Ltd. Montreal : THE SATURDAY mighty little wheat left and mills ran on short time for the last months preceding the new harvest. I'he new crop will also be hurried to mar- ket unless there is devised some method of holding it in the localities where it is raised. One plan is for the Government to pay the farmer storage in his granary or in his more modern zinc tank set in the field. Tens of thousands of these round tanks, each locked against thieves, are ready for the coming crop. They hold two thousand bushels each and are vermin and fire proof. They will be the safety-deposit vaults of the wheat raisers, a resource from which he will draw the funds with which to carry on the new plans he has in mind. The average farmer does not, as many suppose, ask for the cash on his wheat. One country banker with forty years’ experi- ence in handling wheat checks puts it this way: “The bank always expects to pay out more currency during harvest than at any other time of the year, but much of it re- turns. The tens of thousands of itinerant laborers who come into the harvest area, moving like an army from south to north, are mostly stranvers. When the farmer pays off at the end of the week they cannot take checks, for they could not cash them. Currency must be provided. It is not un- usual to pay out $3000 to $5000 a day for this purpose. The greater part is then paid by the workers for current expenses or for drafts to send money home. The farmer his wheat and takes the money for the first two or three loadsin currency; the remainder he deposits, firs paying off loans he made to meet harvest expenses. lLhat deposit is the fund from which he makes his later invest ments or uses in the preparation for a-stock-feed ing experience during the win ter. With a good corn crop in pros- pect next sum- mer when the wheat is mar- keted, there will be need for mil of the wheat money tobuycat tle and hogs, and it will not really be turned into the farmer's spend ing account un til next winter and spring So the mere fact that the wheat is salable promptly does not necessarily mean that there will be a quick spending of the returns or pockets full of cash on every farm.” one to sells Hon The High Cost of Harvesting Along with the other high costs of living comes the high cost of harvest. Last year the shortage of help and the demand for labor in other directions caused continual friction between the farmer and the har- vest hands. The hot dry summer allowed plenty of time for gathering the crop, and farmers by codperation and changing work managed togather the gram witha minimum of hired labor. Yet it was estimated that it cost approximately twenty cents a bushel simply to thresh the wheat. Nor will the cost be less this year, with an in crease of laborers, for the acreage is far greater. Take a county with 216,000 acres of wheat to harvest in two weeks and with a local population of 9000, meaning about 1000 able workers—-one actual example and it calls for the influx of hundreds of harvest hands. These hands no more will work from sunup to sundown; they want a ten-hour day, and get it. They will be paid at least fifty cents an hour for barge hands, pitchers and shockers; sixty-five to seventy cents an hour for shock binders and stack- ers--and found. It is going to cost well up in the millions to pay off the hands every Saturday night during the period from June thirteenth to August fifteenth when the big crop is harvested. EVENING POST One important effect of what are known as prosperous times is the higher scale of living which has come to the farmsteads of the wheat country, and this will be height- ened by the addition of the season’s re- turn. Even the number of persons engaged in the actual work of agriculture and its allied branches make up no small propor- tion of the population of the country. In 1910, when the last census was taken, such persons made a total of 12,659,203, and this figure takes no account of those dependent on the workers. The increase in the buying power of this great number and the stimu- lation of the purchasing impulse in them by bumper crops are perhaps the most promising signs for next fall’s business. This is the condition that merchants laying their plans for the future must now take into account. As soon as prices can be ad- justed to a point that seems stable there will be every incentive to going with full steam ahead. It has been one of the sources of a mild form of jealousy on the part of the farmers of the newer states that the town families had more of the luxuries and conveniences of life than those of the azricultural sec- tions. Though a new country is opened simultaneously by farmers, merchants, bankers and professional men all classes ex- cept the first are early beneficiaries of mod- ern improvements. Theirhomes are quickly supplied with the appliances of civiliza- tion while the farmer is waiting for the coming of some degree of affluence. June 7,1919 going back where I can see the movies once in a while,’ was her explanation.” One of the first things the farmer will add to his possessions, if he does not already have it, is an array of labor-saving de- vices for the home. With an average of one motor car to every nine persons in the wheat belt there is not yet reached the saturation point of which manufacturers for several years have been talking. A steady stream of new cars is rolling into the West; some to substitute for those worn out, some to take the place of cheaper makes and some to furnish the farmer with a second vehi- cle, that the young folks may have their pleasure without interfering with the con- venience of father and mother. What if the cost of the car exceeds the value of the entire equipment of implements?—it has become a necessity and is the greatest broadener of farm life yet discovered. Lessons in Accounting A controversy of magnitude has con- tinued between the experts and the actual producer during the entire period of the fixed wheat prices over production costs. The farmer has insisted that with his high ex- pense he has been unable to make the prof- its alleged, even from wheat at $2.26 at primary markets. Indeed he has generally declared that he raised it at an actual loss if he were to count in the overhead costs. When one distributes the total yields for years over the entire acreage the results are not so marvelous. They began to be Awaiting the Harvest at Hoisington, Kansas The war period has allowed the producer to overtake the dweller in the towns. The country farmhouse is being transformed into a modern dwelling. From the wheat crop will be made possible the addition of wide verandas, hardwood floors and rugs, bathrooms, sleeping porches, new furni- ture and draperies—all furnishing a market for the industrial activity of the East, anxious to fill the desires of the wheat coun- try. The development of electric power is adding a whole new catalogue of possibili- ties. Transmission lines from central plants carry current to farms as well as to the smaller towns, and for $500 to $700 the house and the other buildings of the farm- stead may be supplied with light and power, the latter utilized even for threshing. Here comes a demand for motors, vacuum clean- ers and electric-cooking appliances and widens a market heretofore limited to the cities. Out of this the farmer's wife and daugh- ters are certain to gain most. The drudgery of the old-fashioned farmhouse has been very real. It has worn the lives of the womenfolks, and they are quick to appre- ciate anything that will enable them to lessen the toil. Difficult as it is to secure competent maids in the city and town it be- comes practically an impossibility to do so on the farm. ‘I went to the city and in an employment agency found a woman who agreed to help us,”’ explained the owner of a big wheat farm. “She was competent but at the end of the second week she asked for her wages. ‘I’m interesting only when war sent up the price level for products. The Government in a survey just is- sued has been trying to get at the status of the average farmer, a mythical indi- vidual who came into existence in 1915, when the experts made their study of his “paid in” and “paid out” items, which told them he was earning only $640.40 a year instead of the $1210 he now receives. Not every farmer in the United States of course did so well Some of them have fewer than the average 138.1 acres in their farms. Others, with thousands of acres, cleared far more. The calculations showing the average farmer's prosperity are based on comparison of his income and expenditures of other years given by the Agricultural Department and the Census Bureau. They assert that four years of war have put into the pay envelope of the average American farmer nearly $5000 in cash. Besides this he has earned additional money at a rate sufficient to slip into the savings bank each year a near five per cent on his investment, put aside to maintain machinery twenty per cent, and five per cent for building re- pairs, pay the highest wages and highest prices known, feed and clothe his family, meet his taxes, and probably pay off the mortgage or at least cut a big hole out of it. Mister Average Farmer probably will not agree with all this and will point to millions of acres of crops abandoned because of climatic conditions and to fluctuations in prices of his products that have lessened his return at critical times. But there has been a most important change in the methods imposed by the war conditions. For the first time in his history he has learned what it is to keep books. He has studied the efficiency of labor and sought the solace of a balance sheet. The one re- quirement of paying income tax—or at least making out an income-tax report has compelled some definite understanding of income and outgo. He has learned that often wastefulness and slipshod methods have actually brought a loss in operations Concluded on Page 53)

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—— ae _—2—— =< ~~ ee ee ee, »e = — ~ __—_— ax . : 99% There 1s no other drink like Hires” ~— You will find many a drink labelled root- beer—but there is only one Hires. No other drink has the same combination of ingredients. There are seventeen reasons for Hires goodness. Sixteen of them are the ingredients, and the seventeenth is the delightful combination they make. Yet you pay no more than for an artificially flavored substitute. There’s no secret in what gives Hires its snap and sparkle, its deliciousness and purity. Pure cane sugar— juices of roots, barks, herbs and_ berries that seem to have caught the very freshness of the woods and morning dew, Say **Hures’ at ei hicensed bottlers Sn a an ee

THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Hires Hires contains juices of sixteen roots, barks, herbs and berries & Drink Rea Hires’ tis pure | ae A ; arsaparilla, spike- Don't to release it in Tires. Sassafra nard, birch bark, pipsissewa and ginger. they fairly conjure up a wholesome craving for a foaming glass of Hires—the thirst extinguisher? From the canetields of the sunny southland, from Central and South America and even from across the sea, come the carefully-selected in- gredients of Hires. An instance of Hires stand- ards is the fact that we use only the genuine bean. We could save $100,000.00 every vear by using an artificial flavor But then we juices of the vanilla for vanilla. would not be justified in recommending Hires to you and urging you to al- ways ask for ‘‘Hires.’”’ ry good soda fountain. Hires 1s also carbonated by / j 4 , | —s ; / for sale in bottles so you can have Htures at home. THE CHARLES E. HIRES COMPANY, PHILADELPHIA, PA.

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“Horse Sense” Note that the F using a Red Seal motor When r dition, It has become a habit to point to mers, town-merchants and others who haul with motor trucks, as pros- verous individuals. Don’t forget that notor trucks help to make them pros- verous by saving time and cutting delivery costs ohne 4 motor truck will do your hauling n face of weather conditions to which i man would not subject a team—vet ou must feed horses whether they vork or not oe 4 Traffic Truck will cover three times the distance a team of horse can lin a day at half the cost per f= The Farmer a Man of “‘Horse Sense’’ trave mile Over 207,000 motor trucks were used last year throughout the United States Of this number, nearly 80,000 were sed by farmers for hauling, about 65,000 by manufacturer ind 64,000 by merchants. The factory capacity for the production of Traffies for the next 12 months will be 15,500 trucks. a a Motor trucks have red deliverie from day to hours to minute a a A truck needs but one-fiftl ing room that is require¢ equivalent in horse-and-wag ment a a For mile vered a Traffic fuel bill is Inll—hauling has for master in the Traffic Eq upping th c 34 x 3%-inch t on tl ront wheels and 34 x 5-inch on i vheels is now being d ing the cost of the they are Fisk Standa too eer Men who think they can’t afford to buy a motor truck have never figured the comparative cost for maintenance plus performance between hauling with teams and a Traffic Truck. The Traffi hauls a 4,000-Ib. load one mile for 2' cents’ worth of gasoline =. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST CONTINENTAL / Red Seal Motor 9% x5 Know the “Traffic” of Today Not a weak link in the chain Read and learn for yourself why the Traffic is the most wonderful truck value in the world today. Note the quality ne of the truck throughout and realize that while the ‘Traffic is the lowest priced 4,000-Ib. capacity truck in the world, price was a secondary consideration in the designing and construction of the Trathc Truck. Lift up the hood—there purrs a 334 x5 Red Seal Continental Motor. What better motor than the Continental could be used? You also see a high-tension magneto with impulse starter; this insures a hot spark at all times. The carburetor is a Carter, known for its efficiency and economy. (The Traffic will average twelve miles on one gallon of gasoline ) TIMKEN Bearings In Front Wheels — »* And there is the radiator, a masterpiece in itself—heavy four-piece cast shell, bolted up type with a brass cellular core. Regardless of what price you pay for a truck, you lon the Traffic. Now let’s go back to the clutch. It is of the multiple disc type—easy to engage—no r or jerking of the mechanism, and, wuld not get a better ra tor than that use FISK Solid Tires 34x59" front: 34X5rear once engaged, it will never slip. standard Covert Transmission, \arge broad-face nickel steel hardened and oller and ball bearings on the main and counter shafts. wropeller shaft of two-piece construction with three universal joints ning Hyatt roller bearing supporting the shaft at the center, this solutely eliminates all distortion and whipping out of the universal joints. it that Russel Rear Axle—a thoroughbred. It is of the internal gear shaft located ahead of the ud axle. This shorten ur propelle near the rim of the wheel where it is wanted The load 1 28,-inch chrome nickel steel dead axle. Ball and roller bearing ‘ | ‘ ed at all points of service, thereby eliminating friction and wear This axle from hub to hub. Note the large, efficient brake , both external in ! e€ piece nternal, ng on the wheel drum. rhe front axle is of the Elliot type of one-piece drop forging. The spindles are of nickel steel, with large Timken Roller Bearings in the wheels. lliptic type, made of spec ial alloy steel. ts The springs, both front and rear, are of the semi-elliy Note the large size of the springs and the number of leaves, nine in front and ten in the in The frame of the Traffi , the backbone of any truck, is constructed of 6-inch U- Channel Structural Steel. Both the front and rear ends are rounded, acting rque, one end against the other, thereby) minating any stretching or 1 Jo vound and gusseted. The Tr n, with the gasoline tank mount Traffic. Note the sturdiness r ir 1 the 4 x S5-inch | the I33-inch wheelbase niversa TANDARD ot cor l1—nothing has been over rly equipped with , : . ished, lamps, horn, leteness of th , nd then stop and realize that we are this quality truck at a retail selling of $1395. r ‘Horse Sense” prompt you to investigate the Traffic before spending your for a motor truck, and learn for yours hat the Traffic is the most wonderful the truck world today. hassis $1395, f. o. b. St. Louis. 2 Goh sod 4\ Write for Traffic Motor Truck Corporation 5200 North Second Street, St. Louis, U.S. A. Dealers, Attention: Wire for the territory you want and, if open, come to the factory and see the Trafic produced and perform, ow’ . ak ns 1a, } : ow 0? ~ aut ‘ x 329 ‘ss hss ¢$¢ S$ a4 ~ — , , os anid = - . } DETROIT RADIATOR \Q%7 td Steel Products | Cast Shell i = Springs Cellular Core 4 ~, June 7, 1919 PUTAIIIS YATIMLAG 10,OANGAD, GALaVD uOoIsUue] YS SD AP}AD}S osindwy NOLSONIM } -O}eu a 4

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(Concluded from Page 50) and that wealth has grown largely because of increment in land values. With the huge wheat crop as a basis for the final year of the war period farmers are in a position to establish their business on a new basis. Every coéperative effort to ac- complish the task of feeding our troops and our allies has increased the coépera- tive spirit and made possible unity of effort in carrying on future business. When the first quota for Liberty Loan was made it caused much perturbation in rural districts. The committees passed cards asking for statements of the property owned and the income of each individual. The town man had no scruples but the farmer was startled at the idea of telling his neighbors his financial condition. As the war went on he forgot this and frankly put all the cards on the table and worked for patri- otic accomplishment of the object at hand. Now it may be expected that he will con- tinue such willingness to some degree and we may expect to see him join his fellows in working out better methods of marketing and efficiency. He is convinced that he is entitled to a positive profit on his work and that such profit must be shown on his books. Just how he will accomplish this remains to be seen, but it is evident that the seed has been sown and that the visible profits of the past four years have awakened him to new ideals. One factor in this will be the addition to the basic wealth for four years increasing in the Middle West, the wheat country. It has come not alone from wheat but from everything the farmer has produced. Stead- ily bank deposits have increased; regu- larly Liberty Loan drives have gone over the quotas; unhesitatingly various funds have been met—and all the time the surplus has accumulated. The old days, when at har- vest time the country banks of the wheat count...” began in May to draw out their Eastern reserves to prepare for financing the demand certain to come, have passed. Thanks to the Federal Reserve banking system as well as to their own greater re- sources they are meeting the urgent condi- tions of midsummer with scarcely a ripple in their regular business. Barring a local crop failure they are possessed of sufficient local capital with which to finance their customers and to carry on the business of the community. The addition of the new return from the wheat will increase this ability and place the West in a most favor- ible condition for the period of readjust- ment in which it is expected that we must meet new problems gut so far as the strictly agricultural section is concerned, readjustment is prac- tically here,’ one financier asserted when the question was put to him. “If it stands for anything readjustment means that we return to normal business. The West has no industrial problems in comparison with the East; it knows little of unions or walk- ing delegates. If, as I believe, the farmer has learned the lesson of eliminating waste and is finding out how to determine the cost of his product he ought to meet the lower price level with equanimity. It is unlikely that we shall see anything like a return to the pre- war prices, at least their limit in many sections of the West. The selling of the finished product has to some degree lessened the strain, but always is there strong demand for loans and a les- sening of deposit accounts in the weeks preceding harvest. One feature of farming that cannot be overcome is that there must be several months of the year in which the income is limited while in other periods comes practically the entire‘return of the season. So unless some method of storage is adopted there will be a quick marketing of the wheat crop and after that a waiting period until the corn is turned into cash. The country banker has prospered dur- ing the war period, notwithstanding his high taxes and the burden of service in handling the Liberty Loans. He has seen his deposits increase and has been able to invest his reserves at high interest. Now he expects to see the prosperity that fol- lows the paying out of two billion dollars go far to place him in a position where he can aid materially in restoring business to its old aspect. Both the banker and the farmer are taking thought of the future. It is not to be considered that the latter is about to play the prodigal or that the former is to encourage expansion regardless of the conse- quences, simply because there is an abnor- mal return from a single product. Instead we are more likely to see solicitude for the morrow, with deliberate planning against the possibilities of lean years. All through the war period has been go- ing on discussion of what was to happen after peace returned. The farmer was urged to conserve his profits that he might be in a position to meet whatever contin- gencies might arise. Now he realizes, asdo his advisers, that the end of war prices for products has come and that this will be the last year of guaranteed returns from his wheat. He is not enamored of price-fixing and it will not be in his scheme to demand that the Government maintain any such policy. Indeed he is convinced that had there been no price regulation he would have made more money during the war years than he has accumulated. If there is one thing the agricultural com- munities have learned in the war period it is the lesson of preparedness, and this will be carried over in the operations of the post-war years. With the sound basis to which the interior has come during the past two decades, gradually building up its home capital and gaining ground in permanent improvements both in town and country, it is in a position to get the most out of its With a wider vision finan- cially and with an understanding of its strength as part of the nation’s prosperity it has less to fear than any other section. Financial authorities expect to see a de- velopment throughout the Mississippi Val- ley that will surpass that of any period in its history. It has, speaking broadly, little to readjust; its problem is to expand along the lines on which it has been moving, with the added impetus of the profits of the past four years as a basis for its plans. The dream of the wheat country for a generation has been to attain financial in- dependence—to break away from the de- possessions. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST pendency upon Eastern capital so neces- sary in the formative days of settlement. Year by year it has been coming closer to that goal and, curiously, the nearer the ap- proach the less has been the fervidness of the wish. As wealth and development in- creased has grown the realization of the interdependency of East and West and the solidarity of American prosperity. The war has expanded that view, and the Western farmer as he raised wheat for stricken France and Belgium widened his outlook and took in the world market. It was not merely bushels of wheat and dollars that made a wonder of the war harvests but the fact that upon the wheat raiser was the burden of starving nations. That vision lingers and will continue to be an important factor in the scheme of the future. When the armies and divisions of har- vesters have finished their drive on the sev- enty million acres of wheat; when hundreds of thousands of trucks and wagons have unloaded the grain; when hundreds of thousands of freight cars have transported it to the elevators and mills, and the two billion dollars is safe in the pockets of the farmers—America will have seen the mir- acle of the history of its agriculture. It will not permanently transform the nation nor will it make capitalists of all the farmers of the wheat belt, but it will go far to carry business over the critical time while we are getting back to peace. It will furnish the returned soldier abundant labor; it will re- lieve the burden on the banks; it will give a firm basis for the Middle West, on which it may build itself a stronger financial structure and thus contribute materially to America’s welfare. Im the Field HAVE before me what I presume should be called an old-time book on field sports It was printed in 1895 and is called Hint and Points. Some of the things it says are by no means old-fashioned, however—ever to-day. Perhaps it may not be amiss to print a few of the fundamentals it lays down as good for a beginner with the gun: ‘*Manners in the Field.— First: Alway be polite and unselfish Second: Drinl little or no liquor. Third: Never let your gun point toward yourself or anybody else whether it is loaded or not. Fourth: No matter how easy it may be to get over a fence, through a hedge, or into a b ’ first see that your gun is at half cock or your barrels opened. Fifth: If you take down bars put them up again. Sixt! Walk abreast of your associate—never a head or behind. Seventh: If separated from your companion, don't shoot unle he is in sight. Eighth: Give your fellow a chance to shoot as well as yourself whet your dog stands. Ninth: If a rising bird flies more in your companion’s direction than your own, wait until he shoots before you blaze away. Tenth: Never shoot to ward your companion, no matter how far away he may be. Eleventh: Don't give orders to your friend's dog. Twelfth: When both of you shoot, and the bird falls, don’t swear that you killed it. Thir teenth: Don’t lie about your ex- for many years. There are too many hungry mouths to feed. The coming decade will see a shifting of the cen- ter of wealth in this country constantly westward, and an independence on the part of the ag- ricultural states that will give them greaterprominence, both economically and politically.” The fact that bank loans have proportionately kept pace with the growing bank de- posits indicates that there is an increasing use of borrowed capital. Last winter, when the high cost of corn and hay made the feeding of cattle abnormally expen- ploits ‘*Hunting in Company When in company be sure of the position of your companion Better lose a bird than shoot a friend. **Carrying Gun When car- rying a gun, barrels should rest on the houlder, muzzle well up; or else un der arm, the muzzle pointing to the ground, two feet ahead of you “Fence Climb- ing. Neverclimba fence with a loaded gun in your hand Rither remove the shells or carefully set the gun over the fence first; then climb it a few yards away, so that if you fall you won't knock the gun down and sive, country banks were loaned up to Hurrying in the Wheat perhaps explode the charge.” THE RUS PORCELAIN RANGE CORAL” IC: 0 | — T-PROOF 25YEAR GUARANTEE As Handsome As It Is Practical A Beauty. Finished in Azure Blue, Snow White, Dark Blue or Black and White. Heavy Nickeled Trim- med. A tine baker. Six-Metal porcelain in- sick al d out It can t rust \s easy to clean as a china dish. Simply wipe with a damp ‘ loth Dealers and Jobbers — Wi for Pt i Profit haring PI MINNESOTA STOVE CO DEPT OF AMERICAN RANGE & FOUNDRY Co. Chicago 1317 Se. Mich. Ave.

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You should buy your clothes for health and comfort. It’s just as important to be cool in summer as Warm 1n winter. “R & W” summer suits have smart style and the cool health- keeping fabrics will make summer weather a real pleasure. Ask your dealer to show you his complete “R&W” line of summer suits. Look for the “*R &W” label it’s your protection. It will pay you, \t your dealer's. THE SHOPS PRODUCT OF DAYLIGHT Vakers of good summer clothing, frousers, overcoats, raincoats, fancyand dress waistcoats, smok ing jackets, bathrobes, golf and automobile apparel Rosenwald & Weil Clothing Specialties CHICAGO | faction. It THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE NINTH PART OF Al HAIR Russell Streets. It faced the park that lay west of Twentieth There was a street lamp at the corner of Hildebrand and Twentieth, and a patrol box was affixed to the standard that sup- ported this lamp. Klox rang in when he went on duty; then he strolled halfway along the block, till he was opposite War- ren’s house; and from the shadows of the park trees he inspected the brownstone front. The house was one of a solid row that ran shoulder to shoulder from Hilde- brand to Russell. In front of this row of houses there was six feet of turf between the house and the sidewalk. When Klox came in sight of the place there was a light showing through the glass of the front door; and there was another light ina third-floor room. That room was where Dane Warrenslept. Klox had made sure of that through his acquaintance with the cook. He watched this lighted window until Warren turned off the light. Then Klox smiled with a certain satis- meant that his man would be safely asleep before the appointed hour. Klox had his plans worked out by schedule. He had provided for every detail. That which could be made sure he had made sure. That which must be chanced he had left to chance. He was well satisfied with his ar- rangements. Dapper Colley’s revolver was in his pocket, carefully wrapped in a hand- kerchief. Klox had never touched this weapon with his hands. If there were finger prints on it they would be Colley’s; and Colley’s were on file at headquarters. If there were no finger prints it would still be easy to identify the revolver as having be- longed to Colley. Many must have seen it in the past. Klox meant to leave it in the upper room of that house across the way, after he had killed Warren. That revolver alone would be enough to send Colley to the chair. But there would be more If Colley accepted at face value the message which Klox had sent him he would be at this cor- nerat twoo’clock thismorning. And Klox meant to be in Warren’s house at one-forty-five; he meant to kill War- ren at one-fifty three; he meant to plunge out of the house and capture Dapper Colley before the man should have time tothink of escape. After that a point-blank statement that he had come upon Colley in Warren's room, Oh, Klox had his plans well laid. Of course he would not shoot War- ren with Colley’s pistol. That would mean handling it, and finger prints He had discharged the weapon this evening, just before coming on duty, so that it would be found with ar empty cartridge in the cylinder and powder stains in the barrel. He would hoot Warren with his own revolver, leave Colley’s in the dead man’s room. This was his plan He had even remembered that he must be able to account for the fact that his own weapon had been dis- charged, and had arranged his ex- planation Patrolman Klox stood opposite the house of the man he was going to kill until a little before one Then he returned and rang in from his box. There were no orders for him; he hung up the receiver, locked the box and moved up the street again. It was time for him to take his preliminary measures He moved quietly across the street to Warren's house and paused in front of it, looking up and down Twentieth Street to see if anyone was coming. There was no one in sight; the street was deserted. For an hour it had been deserted except for an occasional passing taxi- cab. He stepped lightly, for all his bulk, across the strip of turf to the house wall o'clock. 4 (Continued from Page 19) He had provided himself with a jimmy for the task that was before him. He had wished it were possible to get hold of Col- ley’s, but that could not well be managed. Instead he had contrived one that would serve, out of a bit of iron bar, splintered at one end, which he had picked up one day in an alley. He drew this now from where it was fastened beneath his belt. The masonry foundation of Dane War- ren’s house jutted out a matter of three inches from the house wall. Klox swung up on this foothold, and with his improvised jimmy he dug into the soft wood of the window sill unt’! he got a hold beneath the window sash. Then he pulled down on the DRAWN BY FRANK STREET The Other Day in One American City @ Patrotman on Duty Saw Two Men Jump Outofa Window and Run end of his jimmy with a slow, steady pressure; and after a moment he heard the snap of breaking iron as the window catch broke under the strain. The window moved up an inch or two. Klox dropped instantly from his posi- tion; he strolled down the street and in half a minute was out of sight of the house. At the end of the block he doubled back through the park and watched to see if the June 7,1919 sound of the latch had roused anyone. But no light showed in thewindows; and he knew that the tiny sound had passed unheard. He was through with the jimmy now; so he walked back into the park for a matter of two hundred yards, till he came to a little pool, perhaps thirty yards across, in the middle of which a fountain played. He threw the jimmy out into the pool, and it sank and was gone. After which he walked back to his post, and considered the situation, and decided that all was well and that he might safely go ahead. When he looked at his watch it was one- twenty-five. He did not wish to enter the house, the window of which he had forced, until one-forty-five. Twenty minutes to wait. The twenty minutes passed slowly. Klox was not particularly nervous or excited; and he had no scruples what- ever. The man was shrewd; he had laid his plans carefully; and he had the nerve to carry them through. Incapable of accept- ing a fight at even odds he did not lack the Teutonic brand of courage, which is strongest when the chances are all on one side In this period of waiting, instead of being nervous he was coldly exultant in the certainty that Dane Warren and Dapper Colley were both as good as dead. That was the sort of man Klox was. He had intended, as has been said, to wait until one-forty-five to enter the house. He was forced to change his plans by the cir- cumstance that Colley came early to the rendezvous. Klox hap- pened to see him crossing Twen- tieth Street three blocks to the south. He saw Colley quite plainly under a street lamp, and recognized the man by his figure and his carriage. Colley crossed the street and entered the park there, and Klox knew the burglar would approach the corner of Hildebrand and Twentieth by way of the park, in case of am- bush or surprise. He would be here in five min- utes at the most. It was now one-forty. If Klox were to wait the appointed time Colley might him enter Warren’s house. And—that would be an unwise complication. In this emergency Klox made a swift decision. He moved quickly across the street, climbed on the masonry foundation, pushed up the window and slid through into the dark- ness of Dane Warren’s liv- ing room. He hesitated as to whether or not he should leave the window open decided to do That would be what Colley would do in his place; and from this minute on Klox in- tended to behave as Colley would. So he left the window open, and while he waited the moment to go upstairs he crouched in the dark room and watched through the open win- dow to see if Dapper came to the corner. Dapper did. Klox saw him in the shad- ows of the park trees, twenty paces from tae light, on a path that led toward the fountain. He was waiting, waiting for Jake—the man whose name Klox had signed—to appear. And Klox was well sat- isfied to know the man was there. If he stayed there a minute too long Klox would have him red-handed. The chances were that he would stay. Even when he heard the shot in Warren's house he would prob- ably think it meant Jake was in trouble. And—Colley wasaloyalsoul. Klox counted on that. Colley might well stand by, to help Jake if the chance arose. With Colley here on the spot there was no reason for longer delay. Klox nodded to himself at this decision; and at once he got up and went softly out into the hall and up Continued on Page 56) see So.

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He laid the re- volver on the floor there, where it might appear that Dapper had dropped it in his flight. The handkerchief in which it had been wrapped he returned to his pocket. Then he went toward Warren's room; and he took out his own revolver and bal- anced it in his hand. He was quite sure of himself; he was a good shot with a revolver, and he meant the range to be short when he fired at Warren. Warren's door was closed. But it was not locked. Klox turned the knob—he was wearing his white uniform gloves to avoid leaving prints—ever so gently and sound- lessly, and the well-oiled door swung open without a whisper of noise. Klox stepped inside. He peered about him through the darkness. He had even been in this room before; his friend the cook was most ac- commodating, and he had expressed curios- ity as to the luxury in which Warren lived. The bed lay at his left, not ten feet away. Warren was asleep there; he was still snor- ing. The button that controlled the electric lights was near the door. There was an- other button beside the bed, which lighted asmall shaded reading lamp over the pillow. Klox waited till his breathing was steady and hi Then with his right hand he lifted the revolver and leveled it at the bed With his left he pressed the light switch by his side, and the room sprang to lieht Ile had expected Warren to wake at the flood of li but the broker did not wake. Ile stirred in his sleep, turned over and lay heard Warren snoring, and nerve were sure still. Klox took one step toward him and tid harshly: “Warren!” Warren waked then; he sat up quickly, throwing back the covers. He stared at Klox with wide, blinking eyes. Klox pulled trigger and the bullet crashed squarely taringeyes, Time for quick action now. He must get downstairs before the wakened servants came into the lower halls. And Klox could move quic kly whe n he chose. On the echoes of the shot he shouted and leaped out into the hall. He knew what he meant to do. Along the hall to the back stairs, shouting; down those stairs to the second floor with feet that stumbled and pounded in the dark. Along the second- floor hall to the front stairs and down them. In the lower hall his heart leaped exult- antly. There was no one there; but as he turned into the living room he heard a door open at the rear end of the front hall. He bet ween thoses turned back and saw the dim figure of a and he shouted: white-faced manservant; “ Burglar! Shot War- ren! Go upstairs!” The man snapped saw Klox’s uniform. He les aped obedie ntly up the stairs. Klox ran through the living room and jumped out of the . , ~ THE SATURDAY EVENING POST remained one detail for him toattend to: He must hide the fact that his revolver had been fired. He had planned how to do that. As he ran he broke the weapon, took out the dis- charged cartridge, replaced it with a fresh one, and turned the cylinder so that that cartridge would come beneath the hammer when he next pulled trigger. As he came opposite the pool of the fountain he lifted the weapon and fired ahead of him, along the path. And as he did so he shouted: “Stop, you!” Then he himself stopped, and he grinned with satisfaction. The thing was done; no one could tell his weapon had been fired twice instead of once. There remained only to dispose of the empty cartridge which he had removed from the cylinder. He threw this into the pool of the foun- tain. And then he turned back toward the street. He felt like shouting with triumph. Warren was dead, Colley was as good as dead, and there was not so much as the ninth part of a hair to point an accusing finger at him. When he came to the street again he saw a little knot of excited people crowding on the turf under the open window. That was good. It would obliterate his tracks there; and it would make it impossible to say that Colley had not come and gone that way. Luck was with him. He rang in at the patrol box on the corner and reported. ‘Dapper Colley tried to go through Dane Warren's house, 240 Twentieth, just now, he said, briefly. “ Warren w: aked up when Colley was in his room, and Colley croaked him. I was after Dapper, but he got away.” The lieutenant at the other end asked a quick question or two; then he rang off. The wagon, with officers, would be there in ten minutes. Klox left the patrol box and walked across the street to where the excited group of people were clustering under that open window. “Here, you,” he said gruffly. “Get off that grass! Don’t you know there might be tracks there.”’ Inspector Cate came out in the patrol wagon. It is an indication of Patrolman Klox’s confidence in his own precautions that he was glad to see the inspector. Male- factors were not usually pleased when Cate took up their cases. Cate was a roly-poly little man, with fat and stubby legs. His hair was snow white, and he had a pink-and-white face with a dimple at either corner of his mouth. These dimples gave him a curious, half-smiling look, even when he was most serious. Pudgy as he was he moved deftly, and his hands hung free at his sides with a certain air of readiness about them. He was not a bril- liant man; but he was an eminently sensi- ble one. This was his strength. Most men in considering a tragic and perplexing series of incidents are unconsciously thrown into a semiromantie state of mind, which ob- scures their logical faculties. This was not so with Inspector Cate. He went about a hunt for a murderer as casually and as coolly as he went about a hunt for a lost collar button. If the collar button had fallen on the floor and was not in sight he knew it had rolled under something. So he looked under things till he found it. His method in pursuing criminals was just as simple and just as successful. The man knew his work and did it. thee’ - > % as open window. His eyes searched the corner, half a block away, where Dapper Colley should have jemesm been. Dapper was [& not in sight; but he a might be just within the park. In any case that was Klox’s path. He ran across the street diagonally to the corner; and he pounded along the path toward the foun- tain. Colley was not in sight, and Klox took that as an unimportant setback. No mat- ter; it would be easy to pick up the man in the morning. In the meantime there a June 7,1919 Cate was by nature diffident; and this diffidence showed itself in a habit of speaking in monosyllables. When he and the other officers dropped from the patrol wagon Klox met them, and Cate asked him at once: “Warren dead? “Dead asa doornail,’ “Doctor seen him? “No. Butler says the bullet went right between the eyes, though. He never kicked.” “What happened?”’ Klox jerked his head across the street tow ard the park. ei came along there and s saw this window here open,” he said glibly. “Thought I saw somebody just ducking out of sight inside. So I came over and listened. Didn’t hear anything. I might have rung the bell, but I wanted to nab whoever it was, so I climbed in the window and trailed him. Heard him on the second floor, and when I got up there he was going up the next flight of stairs. I went up after him. Halfway up I saw the lights come on in Warren's room. They were shining out into the hall. Then I heard Colley shoot. Went up on the jump. And I saw Colley come out of the room. Bumped right into him at the door. He wiggled away and beat it for the back stairs. I jerked my gun, but he was out of sight, down the stairs, and me after him. Down the back stairs to the second floor, down the front stairs to the lower hall. stopped there a minute, to tell the butler what had happened. **He’d heard the shot. When I jumped out of the window Colley was beating it into the park over there. I chased him, but he gained on me. I took a snap shot at him, but he was too far away, and he ducked out of sight and I lost him. So I came back and reported in.’ Cate nodded, eyes on the ground. “Col- ley, was it? “Yes, sure. ‘Sure it was him? “Sure I am. “How do you know?” “T ought to know. enough. ’ Cate turned toward the open door of the house and went in; and Klox and another officer followed him. They went upstairs without speaking, and into Warren’s room. In the door Cate stopped and looked round him. He did not approach the bed at first. He looked up at the lights, glanced tow ard Klox. ‘The se lights the “Yes, “All of ’em?” wh Sn Cate’s eyes dropped again. Then he crossed to the bed and looked down at Warren fora moment. ‘“‘ Dead enough,” he said. He studied the room. He saw the read- ing light by the head of the bed, and tried the button in the wall beside it, turnings it off and on. Then he crossed to the other button near the door and pressed that. The lights in the room went off. He turned them on and off and on again thoughtfully. Klox watched him. The patrolman had hard work to keep from grinning with his triumph. Cate seemed satisfied; he came out into the hall and started toward the back stairs. Then he saw the revolver there— Dapper Colley’s revolver. He picked it up, broke it, saw the disc harged cartridge, squinted through the barrel. ‘Colley must have dropped that,” said . —. ‘ate nodded. ow hen he broke loose from you, prob’ly,” he agreed. “He go down this way?” They followed the pathofColley’s flight Klox had de- scribed it. Down the stairs, out through the window, across the street, into the Cate moved unhurriedly along the path toward the fountain. After a while he asked: ‘‘ Where did you shoot from?” “Right ahead there by the pond. 1 “Where was Colley then?” Klox pointed on to where the path was lost in a dark cavern of shadow beneath the trees. “‘In there,”’ he said. (Continued on Page 59) ’ said Klox. I’ve seen him times ones that came on?”

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—— = — 7 el ee 7 Continued from Page 56) He was a little surprised that Cate did not go on and try to pick up Colley’s foot- prints. But the inspector seemed satisfied. He stopped by the pool, in the center of which the fountain played. Klox noticed that something had obstructed one of the orifices of the fountain, so that the water came out in a dribbling and unlovely stream. Then Cate turned back toward the street. At the patrol box he rang in and asked if Colley had been found. When he hung up the receiver Klox asked: ‘‘ Have they got him?” Cate nodded. “Foster picked him up down on Vancouver Street. He’d been run- ning.” “Good,” “Sure,” him.” said Klox. said Cate, “That fixes him.” “Sure, that fixes Klox, off duty next day, could not keep away from Eileen. When he paid his lunch check he said cheerfully: ‘Well, hear about Dap- per?” Eileen said coldly: ‘‘You’ve got your change.” ‘*Dapper’s pinched,” said Klox. “‘ Headed for the chair.” That was brutal enough. Eileen might have fainted; she might have screamed, But — she was not of that stuff. All she did was to put Klox’s check, which she still held, carefully on the spindle before her. Then she closed the drawer of the cash register; and after that she said evenly: “That's a lie.” Klox had to have his tri- umph. “It’s no lie,’ he said. ‘‘He made a break on my beat last night and shot Dane Ww erreéeana, They’ve got him now. He’s going up, dead sure.” Eileen asked evenly: “Where is he? Headquar- ters.”’ The girl tap- ped the bell which stood al- ways at her side; and the manager of the restaurantcame toward her cage. Klox moved away a little; but he heard her say: ‘“*Put in a substitute, uptow Nig Klox thought that was fair enough. He was half minded to go with her, decided it vould be better sport to go ahead and see her arrive. There was spirit in her; she would fight. But—what could she do? The net was drawn about Colley. Later the net could be drawn about her. He took himself away. please. I have to go Inspector Cate had been questioning Colley all that morning. This was not the third degree. Cate was a gentleman; ach for rough methods. He had sent for Colley; and he told him frankly: ‘‘This looks bad for you. Klox identifies you; we find a note in your pocket that tells you to be up there; you're copped making your get-away. And your gun is in the house.” Colley said: ‘‘ My gun, hell!” he had no stom- THE SATURDAY Cate gun?” Dapper’s eyes bulged at sight of the weapon; he rubbed his hand ac ‘TOSS them. “It is,” hesaid. ‘‘Why, sure it is! I thought that was in my bureau in my room. Cate shook his head. “‘ Picked it up right outside Warren’s room. One cartridge empty.” “I didn’t put it there.” Cate tilted back in his chair. “You want to talk? Say anything?’ Colley cried: “Sure I do! Anything I know. I wasn’t in on this, inspector.” **What happened?” Dapper pointed to the note in the in spector’s hand. “I get that yesterday morning. I knew the guy that wrote it.” produced it. “‘Isn’t that your “‘Jake?”’ Cate asked. gt “Jake who?” “Never mind.’ “He ever send you a note “No.” “Is hea highbrow? Or like you?” ” before? EVENING POST “What direction did you go?” “Straight through the park.” ‘Past the fountain?” “Yes.” : ‘See anything of Klox? >r ” ; ‘He ‘shoot at you? I didn’t know it if he did.” “Hear a shot?” a) Cate considered. “Sure.” ‘How long did it take you to get across the park and out the other side. “Not over three minutes.” The inspector said thoughtfully: funny.’ A patrolman came in. “Inspector,” he said, ‘‘there’s a man here from the Park Department. Wants to see you.” Cate looked surprised, but he got up. “All right,” he said. In the outer office he saw Klox He saw also a girl at the desk. She was asking if she might see Dapper. Cate stepped toward the desk and touched her arm. **Yow want to see Colley?’’ he “You a good runner?” “That’s asked. Eileen an- swered softly: “Yes; please.” Cate nodded to the lieuten ant. ‘‘ Let her,” he said. Then he moved on into the inner otlice, where the man from the Par Department was waiting. It may have been fifteen minutes later that a patrol man came into the room where Colley and Eileen were talking, under the eye of a guard. “Chief wants you,” he said to Colley. Dapper got up cheerfully. Eileen hung to his arm for a moment. The patrolman said toher: ‘* You're to come too.” As they passed through the outer office Klox grinned at them. In the chief’s room they found the chief and In- spector Cate and a rapher. Cate nodded tothem **Sit down,” he said. ‘‘Over there.” They took the chairs he indi cated, at the sideof the room. stenog- ““What do you want?” “T don’t want him. Want to know what kind he is.” ‘Just an ordinary guy. Cate nodded. ‘“‘Go on.” ‘I beat it uptown to meet him.” “You thought there was a job on?” “‘He says so. In that note.” “You went for that?” **Sure.’ “Take your kit? “No. Jake would have his.” “Take your gat?” “No A good guy.” 9” **Go on.” **T came to the corner through the park,” said Colley. I didn’t see Jake, but I was early. So I hung round. Then I heard a shot in the house across the street, halfway along the block. So I beat it.” ‘What did you think?” “Thought Jake might have got in wrong. Nothing I could do.” Cate whispered to the chief, then he crossed to where they sat. “‘ Dap- per,” he asked, “yon know Klox?” “Sure. The rat!” “What's wrong with him? Colley gle anced toward Eileen, ‘“‘He’s after her.’ Cate nodded. ‘‘Thought so,” he said; and went back to his chair. “‘Send Klox in,”’ he bade the patrolman at the deor. Klox came in, his cap in his hand. He grinned at Dapper. Cate said: ‘ Klox, let’s see your gun.’ There was no menace in his tone. Never- theless, for an instant Klox hesitated. He looked at Cate and the inspector mildly re- turned his gaze. 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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST (Concluded from Page 59) hang it on you. This was all guess, you } Klox seemed surprised. “‘That’s right,” understand, Klox. You came near getting he said. ‘‘Not since I took a crack at this away with it. Only for one thing. One little ; guy. I forgot it.” thing.” Cate wagged his head. ‘‘ Kiox,” he said, He stopped; and he looked at Klox “you can’t get away with it.” steadily. ‘‘I’d wondered at the marks on } The patrolman’s eyes shifted ever so the window sill, Klox,” he said. “That was little. ‘“‘What’s the idea?” he demanded. rough work. Dapper’s work would have ; “Idea is—you killed Warren,” said Cate. been smooth. No gouges in the wood. | ; Klox laughed. ‘‘Like hell I did! Isaw couldn’t fit that in. And—if you'd shot {| Colley do it.” twice there’d be another empty cartridge | | { ’ Cate tilted back in his chair. “‘That note somewhere. You wouldn’t keep it in your Colley got,” he said ‘‘Jake Dauber didn’t pocket—in ease you and your gun were write it. It isn’t his writing.” searched on the spot. I wondered what “‘He’d change his writing, wouldn’t he?”’ became of it.” Klox demanded. He paused again; and Klox tried to “Tf he changed his writing why did he speak. But there was something working sign his name?”"’ Cate shook his head. inthe man. The craven beneath his ratlike ‘*No, he didn’t write it. He’d have used a courage was boiling to the surface. He was © ¢ / - pencil, anyway. Not a pen. And Jake shaken and afraid. | ! H could spell ‘ Dapper,’ and ‘burn,’ and ‘this,’ “I might not have thought of it, Klox,” || i| and ‘to-night.’ But he couldn’t spell Hilde- said Cate. “‘But the fountain in the park | h H ; brand—prob’ly. And he wouldn’t put the got out of order last night. They had to | A appy mess age to se nd a. apostrophe in ‘o’clock.’ No, Jake didn’t drain the pool in order to fix it. And | e Ls write that note.” they found the iron bar you used to jimmy OY to receive { Klox grinned uneasily. ‘Well, what’s the window; and they found the empty | | , that got to do with me?” cartridge you threw in there when you | | " " “You wrote the note.” reloaded, Klox. That empty cartridge | | Send the Sampler. It will pay a compliment more } “That's a pipe dream, inspector.” finished you. Klox, what did you kill | || gracious than words. Its charm and beauty give a I ] Another thing,” said Cate insistently: Warren for? ; . . os | “The lights were on in Warren’s room. _ After a silent moment the little room | | higher pleasure than a mere gift of “candy. The button that turned them on was right filled with clamor. This was the clamor | 1 near the door. Warren couldn’t turn them of Klox telling them what he had killed | }} When you are fortunate enough )} on from the bed. Dapper wouldn’t have Warren for. to break the seal on a Sampler, you {| turned them on and given himself away. He was begging for mercy; but there was | lls iMtensseas thin a » ai ite ; Not if he’s as good a burglar as they say he no mercy for him. will soon discover the cause Of its is. No sense in that.” After Klox had been taken away Cate popularity. Selections from ten “He did it,” said Klox. “That’s the turned to Dapper Colley, and he smiled in | | leading Whitman packages. Dain sense of it. . afriendly way. 4 ties that please the feminine taste. , “‘How’d you get hold of Dapper’s gun, “*We’ve got nothing on you, Dapper,” he | | Subst: d hinds f - Klox?” said. ‘But we will have, some day. You | substantia! Kinds for @ mans rea “T never saw it till you picked it up in’ can go.” candy hunger. the hall.” Dapper got up; and Eileen slid her arm " “You put it there.” through his. She laughed at the inspector, | | The Sampler and other Whitman “No.” and she shook her head. ‘You'll never | | packages are on sale in gre a WRENS Cate tapped softly on the desk; his have anything on my man, inspector,” she | | at the Whitman agencies nearly ever voice was gentle. said. “You'll never get anything on him; | where—usually the better drug stor ‘“*T figured,” he said, “that you got the because there’s never going to be anything gun, that you wrote the note, that you to get, again.” | STEPHEN F. WHITMAN & SON, Ine. planned to lay it on Dapper. Get him up Cate hesitated, then he crossed and Philadelphia, U.S. A there; maybe nab him on the spot, after shook them both by the hand. er ee you shot Warren. That would be all right. “That's fair,’ he said. ‘Good luck. | So I wondered where the hitch would come, Good- by. wa | Makers of Whitman's Instantaneous Chocolate, Cocoa and Marshmallou Whip ““Seemed to me you wouldn’t want any- As they went out through the office they . | one noticing you'd fired two shots. So I heard Klox screaming in his cell. But out- } figured you'd reload, shoot the second from _ side the sun was shining, and the earth was the same barrel. Quicker than cleaning fair, and the sparrows chattering in the your gun.” street sang sweetly as nightingales for them. “‘T shot just once,” said Klox. They were able to forget Klox before “It would have looked that way,’’ Cate very long; and after a little the world for- agreed. “‘If you only shot once I couldn’t got him too. HEALTH AND INDUSTRY (Continued from Page 7) A valuable and so wonderfully made that a annihilated many of the limitations of time clinical thermometer placed under the and space; but nowhere in creation can we tongue of the human machine in the far-off find a race of organisms so diseased and Arctics will register precisely the same asit physically maimed as the human being. will if similarly tested in the state of New No other animal at early maturity shows York or in the tropical jungles of Central fifty ver cent of the individuals with de- Africa? cayed teeth and infected gums. No other In intellect man is supreme. He is the _ living thing has such defective vision, crip- most intelligent organism on this planet. pled feet and poorly balanced muscular ! He has harnessed the forces of Nature and system. The remedy for all this lies in a ‘and They Wear So Well, Too!” Vi) \\AA Ss In view of the beauty of EVERWEAR, its remark- ine ahi i \ able durability comes as a pleasant surprise. TaN APA ater Oe si ast ‘ ' z= = ; A Aaa wr 1) if it" we Zz = | a= Hosiery | we J a MH it is noted for its distinctive snugness at the ankle—a smooth trimness, as dressy as it is comfortable. The splendid wearing qualities of EVERWEAR Hosiery make it a sensible economy which ap- peals to both men and women. EVERWEAR is made for men, women and children in Pure Thread Cilk, Lisle and Cotton. Ask your dealer for EVERWEAR. Everwear Hosiery Co. Milwaukee, Wis.

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Human life cannot be indefinitely ex- tended, but the antagonistic forces that surround us can be neutralized to a consid- erable extent One thing is sure—the chief causes of early physical decay and ultimate death are largely subject to human control. The scientists no longer ascribe the life cycle of animal species to some immutable law Earthworms have been kept alive for a decade, and turtles have been known to live two hundred years. Legs may be made to grow prematurely in tadpoles by admin- istering thyroid extract. All of which helps to prove that the life of organisms can be prolonged if the problem is approached in the right way. The total cost of the war to the Unites States up to June 30, 1919, will be $30,- 205,000,000. Such a sum can hardly be comprehended, yet the nation would profit to that extent if we could but add a single year to the lives of our THE SATURDAY EVENING POST of public-health administrations which has led to a glossing over of serious evils that still exist. In the United States especially there should be no undue optimism, for here we have health conditions comparable to those in an individual who has grown too rap- idly. The skeleton system has outgrown the circulation, and the circulation must be given a chance to catch up. In no other nation has population increased so rapidly and adaptation to occupation been so little studied. Our improvement has been less than in the older countries of Europe, for there life moves in a rut and men more frequently enter occupations for which they have a hereditary fitting. Not many people are aware that the death rate from organic diseases has been rising in the United States since 1880. It is also a fact that this same serious situation does not exist in European countries having a corresponding degree of civilization. The last report of the United States Census June 7,1919 thirty years the death rate from organic diseases has increased 86 per cent in Massa- chusetts and 94 per cent in fifteen large American cities. During this same period the deaths from organic troubles have been decreasing in England, Germany, Sweden and France. What improvement there has been in the United States in the matter of mortality has occurred chiefly in infancy, childhood and early adult life. At the age of forty the expectation of life for an American is less to-day than it was thirty years ago, and this is true for both men and women. The report of the Committee of One Hun- dred on National Health states: “There are 625,000 deaths annually in the United States which could be prevented, and at least one-half of the 3,000,000 sick beds now constantly filled would be empty if the existing knowledge of hygiene were applied.” Here are some of the things civiliza- tion has done for us: The consumption of coffee has in- creased 54 per adult workers cent in twogen- erations, and Though the leaders of med icine to-day fully recognize that the doc- tors of the fu ture must deal very largely with personal hygiene and preventive medicine rather than emergency treatment, this important change, like most revolu- tions in policy, will be brought about not by the medical profession but by business men to satisfy the urgent needs of indus try. The new power of the working people alone makes it necessary that our present health ideals be changed. Only a few years ago there was not one employer in ten who be- lieved that a company would be held legally respon- sible for each and every acci- dent occurring to an employee in one of its plants. But this dream of idealists came true, and no owner would now care to return to the old system, in which it was every man for amazing as it may seem we now consume 75,000,000 pounds of drugs annu- ally, mostly without thead- vice of a phy- sician, while the yearly con- sumption of patent medi- cines has in- creased 365 per cent per capita beyond that of thirty-five years ago. The physical deterioration of American youth is shown by numerous facts. The Harvard Illus- trated says that in an ex- amination of 746 Harvard freshmen it was found that four out of every five stood and walked ina slumping pos- ture. It was also discovered that the stu- dents affecting the slouch were more prone to sickness than those who stood erect. Just another case in point: In 1914, of 562 candidates for West Point, 142 were found physically un- fit. There is Less Pneumonia Because Clothes Dried Gut Better in the Open Air no doubt that year by year the humanrace himself. Simi lar laws with reference to sickness will soon appear, and the state and corporations will likewise have to assume responsibility for the health of the nation’s workers All this does not mean that there have been no gains in past years from the appli- cation of scientific principles by medical men to the preservation of health. During the three years 1909-11, in England and Wales 1,529,060 deaths occurred This number is 772,811 fewer than would have occurred had the average death rate of 1871-80 held good for those three years. Great benefits have been derived from the work of factory health inspectors and mu- nicipal medical officers. Take typhus fever, for instance. In England and Wales for the three years 1871-73 there were 4000 deaths from this disease, while for the three years 1909-11, with a larger population, typhus caused only thirty deaths. But there has been an exaggeration of achievements Bureau for 1916 shows 1,001,921 deaths in the entire registration area of this country. Of these nearly one-third were due to three causes—heart disease, tuberculosis and pneumonia. To emphasize the seriousness of the situ- ation, let us look at the deaths from heart disease. In 1900 this ailment claimed 123.1 victims per 100,000 of our population. In 1916 the same disease killed 159.4 people in each 100,000. For Bright’s disease the figures were 89 in 1900 and 105.2 in 1916. And so it was with most other organic diseases. Tuberculosis is an ailment that can be eradicated, yet this disease kills more people each year than any other malady except heart disease. The records show that 37 per cent more people die in this country from consumption than from acci- dents, homicides, suicides and all other ex- ternal causes combined. During the last is reaching a higher plane of intelligence, but if anyone thinks we have solved the problem of longevity let him dis- miss the idea. In the Russian almanac for 1816 it is stated: “‘In the Russian Empire there died last year 760 persons at the age of 100 years, 223 of = 106 of 110, 53 of 115, 20 of 120, 5 of 125, 4 of 130 and 1 of 160.” Evidently life in Y Russia was much more attractive then than now. But what has all this to do with the nation’s industry? Just this: A science is made no less scientific by applying its dis- coveries. A true chemist is more interested in solving the technical problem before him than in applying his final discovery to practical life. There are two classes of people—those who discover and those who apply. Medical knowledge is abundant; its application is deficient. 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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST — the Kitchen —- —_—_—— ‘I no longer dread Summer’s hot days’ NTROLL out in the open where it’s cool and pleasant; where recreation beckons and social pleasures await—that is the Summer-time oppor- tunity that Hoosier brings. For this scientific kitchen cabinet saves time for enjoyment, saves steps that bring fatigue and releases the housewife from a hot, stuffy kitchen. No kitchen can pretend to be modern without a kitchen cabinet. But it must be modern if you are to share life's pleasures with husband and friends. A million and a half women have chosen Hoosier because of its many wanted features, scientifically arranged—conveniences that make any kitchen modern. Hoosiers are sold almost everywhere. See the Hoosier merchant's advertisement in your local papers or write us for his name and address. The Hoosier Manufacturing Company, Main Office, 619 Maple St., New Castle, Ind. BRANCHES THE HOOSIER STORE, Mezzanine Floor, Pacific Building, San Francisco, California 545 THE HOOSIER STORE, 368 Portage Avenue, Winnipeg, Canada Write for copy of “New Kitchen Short Cuts” —a book full of helpful suggestions on household efficiency.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 7, 1919 if . RACINE ij Absorbing i) Shock Strip Racine RubberZompanys Cord Tire Achievement HE deeper a man goes into the study of cord tires, the greater an enthusiast he becomes for Racine Multi-Mile Cord Tires. Racine Rubber Company chemists have succeeded in solving the one big cord tire problem. Development of the Racine Absorbing Shock Strip —found only in Racine Multi-Mile Cord Tires —has created a neutral zone in these tires. This neutral zone equalizes the flex of the tough rubber tread and resilient cord carcass. It completely smothers the shocks of road blows. It means smoother riding—less gasoline consumption, and most important, it means far greater mileage. Racine Absorbing Shock Strip is an extra strip of rubber, of graduated resiliency. It welds the cord carcass and tread into a rugged, inseparable whole. Like the famous Racine “Country Road” Tire, the Racine “Multi- Mile Cord” is Extra Tested. Every Racine Rubber Company product is Extra Tested—tires, tubes, and Racine Supreme Tire Sundries. This extra care in the factory means extra wear on the road. Racine ExtraTestedTires are sold by the best dealer in your locality. For Your Own Protection Be Certain Every Racine Tire You Buy Bears the Name RACINE RUBBER COMPANY RACINE, WISCONSIN Makers also of Racine ‘‘Country Road’’ Tires

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So — —_" ae ee - ee ee, —— a ) ~— (Continued from Page 62) course. During the war, habit and associa- tion were so strong in some people that they continued to live in devastated French villages, occasionally hiding but often go- ing and coming while the surrounding areas were being torn by bursting shells. Here was an extreme type of human adaptation. It was in a sense heroic, but it came mostly from fear of going forth, traveling a new road and meeting a new environment. In the past men have usually waited for something to turn up and then tried to adapt themselves to the new conditions. Most improvements in business have de- veloped from the slow and expensive trial- and-error method. Knowledge has been painfully accumulated through the unin- tentional elimination of errors. We hear a lot about scientific management, which is a serious effort to increase business intelli- gence and drive men out of ruts. But so far science in management has progressed only a short distance beyond the government of a few factories in various states. Business men generally are still antagonistic to things that are new. We have wise and respected citizens in our midst to-day who would want to put Faraday in jail, just as did the wise solons of Oxford years ago who were opposed to his development of in- duced electrical currents. Half Pay for Sick Workers No longer can we be satisfied with re- sults that meet only the lowest require- ments of the situation. Men can no longer be poured into a factory or mine as metal is poured into a mold. The manager who attempts to do this will find that there is a decided dif- ference between getting a real working force and filling a plant with men. We hear corporation officials advocating a superior kind of industrial democracy, but on in- vestigation we find they are more con- cerned about the er rade of oil that is fed into the company’s mechanical equipment than they are about the quality of the water that the employees drink. We can- not move toward ideal conditions in any establishment where the workman who runs a lathe is permitted to feel that he is the assistant to a machine. Everyone who is familiar with industrial problems knows that workmen are resent- ful and suspicious of plans that appear to be based on charity. Therefore the only safe plan for humanizing industry is to base all actions on a foundation of simple justice. One great corporation has plants throughout the country and large offices in New York. This company has asked itself, Is it right to discriminate between the stenographer or clerk here in the main office and the industrial worker at one of our plants? When any member of the New York force fell ill the company did not think of cutting off pay for the time of enforced absence, but if the laborer got sick he received nothing for the time he was away from his task. The result of this self-examination caused a change in prac- tice and now the corporation pays half-time THE SATURDAY wages to any factory employee who falls ill. The company’s medical officer visits the man and sees to it that he secures proper medical attention, at the same time leaving it entirely to the employee to select whatever doctor he prefers. tion has found that their men generally went without medical attention for the sole reason that in the old days during illness they were without earnings and felt they could not afford a doctor. This same concern has gone ahead rap- idly in its plans to meet the new industrial era that is upon us. It has inaugurated a system of physical examinations so that no man can enter its employ in a diseased condition and thus be a menace to other workmen. Also, in this way it tries to prevent being imposed upon by persons who are inefficient through physical causes and who are trying to secure benefits they are not entitled to get. When a man or woman is accepted for employment and has been with the c ompany for one year an insurance policy is given to the individual. The amount of this insurance increases, until at the end of five years the policy calls for one year’s pay. Last year this corporation settled 146 death policies and has already paid out several million dollars in such benefits. It is also a fact that the company re- ferred to does not refuse to employ work- men who are not robust. In many cases it has engaged men who were cripples, but has set them tasks that they could perform satisfactorily and without discomfort. The whole idea of the company’s plan is to prevent a man from getting into the wrong job. Some of their employees have to work in high heat, and here the management endeavors to see that no man with a weak heart is engaged for this work. The com- pany has a hospital for its consumptives, and employees are sent there on the first indications of tuberculosis. Watching the Water Supply Another corporation—one of the great- est in America—has made an enviable reputation for itself in the matter of suc- cessfully handling its labor problems. This concern and its subsidiaries are leaders in dealing with the health question. The method employed is to work through em- ployees’ committees, some of them made up of local officials at the various plants, and others composed of workmen drawn from the rank and file of the forces at the different operations. The safety measures adopted by this company have reduced the accident rate more than fifty per cent and have saved 23,195 persons from injury in twelve years. In preserving the health of workmen this same corporation annually makes a bac- teriological analysis of all water used for drinking purposes at each plant. It has banished the use of the common drinking cup, and as far as practicable has installed sanitary drinking fountains. The roller or common towel was pronounced a prolific source of disease and was eliminated in favor of the individual towel. It was or dered that no more washbasins or troughs Elimination of the Mosquito in Alabama Districts Reduced Malaria Cases From 3000 Annually to Less Than SO The corpora- | EVENING POST 65 yn GOGCGIHES To truly relax and enjoy caer you must relieve eyes of every strain At the beach, on the water, at the links or on the court, in the mountains or on the highway—wherever g terfere with perfect recreation, Willson Goggles are essential There are several handsome models for outing purposes, glass of restful colors Other protection of any kind is necessary. Look for the counter, meet your particular requirements. — youl lare would in light, comfortable— models are made for every situation where eye Willson Display Case on your dealer's Then select the particular Willson Goggles that A. WILLSON & CO., Inc., Reading, Pa. Makers of Optical Goods Since 1870 Canadian Office, 23 Scott Street. Toronto Pipe $lto Cigar $25 Holders 35c to $10 ) The / Distinctive Mouthpiece EDMANOL is the successful result of ten years of careful experiment and research work to find a substance for pipe mouthpieces, and cigar holders possessing the beauty of natural amber yet none of its frailties. The wonderful character of this man-made amber, its beauty, luster, and transparency; its toughness, non-inflammability, and durability; and because it is remarkably adaptable to hand- cutting and fashioning into beautifulforms, make it the fastidious smoker's preference every where, Redmanol pipes and holders are for sale by leading dealers. If your local dealer is unable to supply you send us his name and we will see that you are supplied. Redmanol Chemical Products Co. Dept. 4 Chicago, III. The Perfect Mouthpiece

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ne of r the Dix ; | ele i ! THE MILES F. BIXLER CO. Dept. 12, 1924.32 Euclid Ave., Cleveland, Ohio DEALERE Wr ALESMEN -W LORSHEIM Ox- tords are cool and perfect fitting —They're to wear with comfort at every step no slipping at the heel. Look tor the quality mark “Florsheim. Ten Dolk r the wi | t pa I The ready rs and up Florsheim Company CHICAGO. ULS / whl / for THE SATURDAY EVENING June 7,1919 Of all the efforts put forth by for common use should be installed In all new equipment the facilities for cleansing hands and face ne- cessitate that the employee must vash froma flowing stream. In lieu of lockers for workmen's clothes there are overhead hangers, so that when the employee changes at the end of his shift his wet clothes have an opportunity to dry and air. This doing away with lockers appears to have reduced the num- ber of cases of pneumonia, some of which were undoubtedly contracted from putting on damp clothes. I might further call attention to an added refinement in the scheme of hoisting clothes to the ceiling in- stead of putting them in lockers, and that is the plan of having wire boxes or receptacles overhead so person's clothing when hoisted will not come into contact with the clothes of another person. Each user, of course, locks his be- longings in position. The company operates plant res- taurants and has derived many benefits therefrom. These eating places relieve the housewife of the burden of filling one or more dinner pails, and when the wife is sick or away from home the man does not have to undertake the rdle of household which he has been known to do with ults. The most desirable not always adapted to pail, nor will they that one cook, disastrous re forms of food are packing in a dinner retain their palatability after standing for veral hours in unsuitable temperatures For the unmarried men especially are these restaurants a boon. The higher prices gen erally prevailing in public restaurants are not an easy problem for the young workman tosolve. The company sells the food at cost. Among other features tending to better health for employees is a visiting nurse whose services are offered free by the com- pany. She is not, however, permitted to visit any home unless requested to do so by a member of the family. Her duty is to advice in matters of household sani tation, economical purchasing of home necessaries, care of children, especially in infancy, and to help in cases of sickness. She instructs the mothers in the preparation of food for the sick child, in the feeding of infants, supervises the special courses in practic: al housekee ping, and conducts the classes in cooking, dre sssmaking and many other phases of domestic science, even to the proper methods of making beds rive Dental Work at Low Prices Nearly four years ago the same corpora- tion made its first attempt to do dental work among employees and their families. Dental surgeons were employed, and they moved with their portable outfits from place to place. Later dental clinics were established at many points. The teeth of all the school children were examined, and on receipt of written permission from the child’s parents any necessary dental work was performed. Toothbrush drills were established in all company and each child was required tofurnish own tooth brush and cup, the articles being sold to the children at cost prices Dust- proof cabinets were placed in every Ss hoolroom for the storage of brushes and cups. The toothbrush drill is the opening exercise of each school every day and lasts twelve minutes. The drill is popular with the children, and the company has evi- dence to prove that great benefits in health have re- sulted from the plan. Ascheduleof charges, averaging fifty per cent less than the charges made by city dentists, is posted achools, his P TEETH CAUSE SICKNES TO PRESERVE YOUR The TE Wich A DAY CSING & GOOD POWDER SALT OR TINCTURE OF GREEN SOP PASTE in every dispensary. Then there is the time rt expense saved by employees through not having to travel to some near-by city to have dental work done. The dental force works in close codperation with the medical organization and immedi- ately takes care of where bad teeth are discovered on physical examina- tion for employment. I will not stop to take up the details of the extensive program this concern is fol- lowing with relation to playgrounds, swim- ming pools, musical organizations, gardens and clubs, all of which are calculated to increase the health and happiness of the employees. However, as a suggestion to other employers who encourage workmen’s gardens I would like to call attention to the splendid results the co npany has obtained from building vegetable cellars. Generally the quantity of vegetables raised in the gardens of employees exceeds their imme- diate needs and much food is thus wasted for lack of storage facilities. To overcome this difficulty, cellars were constructed so that vegetables could be stored during the winter months. In these cellars each em- ployee has an individual locked bin. No artificial heat is used and even in the cold- est weather up in our Northern States the inside temperature of such storehouses remained safely above the freezing point. Vegetables stored in the fall were kept in good condition until the following summer. These cellars are constructed of wood cov- ered with tarred felt to shed moisture. Five to seven feet of earth is used > cover any exposed sides. Ventilators made of pipe or wood are employed, and the entrance is provided with three wooden doors and a screen door. In mild weather the screen door is locked and the other doors are left open. cases BRUSH THEM THOROL GHEY COMMON the company in question none de- signed to foster health has been more uniformly successful than the campaign to eliminate mosquitoes and flies. In one large Southern district, where the corporation oper- ates many plants, the normal total for malaria cases was 6000 annually. According to C. L. Close, manager of safety and welfare for the com- pany, doing away with the mos- quito has reduced the cases of ma- laria to less than fifty a year. This remarkable result was accomplished through properly draining streets and alleys; and, where practical, pools and lowlands were drained and filled in; if this could not be done they were covered with oil. More than 200,000 circulars ex- plaining the dangers from the fly were distributed among the employ- ees last summer. Metal garbage cans equipped with tight-fitting covers were placed at the rear of each house at all outlying camps and at convenient places through- out the mills. Garbage and other waste materials are collected peri- odically and burned. There is also careful inspection of stables and prompt disposal of all stable ma- nure for fly prevention. These measures have brought about an enormous reduction in flies, with the result that ty- phoid cases are now down to almost zero. The sanitation committee in charge of all this work has undertaken various other studies that will be apt to furnish new and illuminating information on health topics for American industries. Pleasant Prescriptions Of all our business organizations few have done as much to preserve the physical and mental energy of their employees as some of the large financial institutions. The heads of these companies now ask, “Is the man phy sically reliable?”’ whereas in the past the chief question was, “Is he morally fitted for the work?” As proof of the need for a careful physical examination of all spolien ants for positions one bank says that last year three cases of trachoma—a loath- some and contagious disease that is almost incurable--were discovered among the bank’s applicants. It is impossible to esti- mate the loss that would have resulted to the concern if these diseased persons had been employed. These company health officers do not attempt to dictate concerning the private life of any individual. If the employees stay well a corporation does not care how they do it. Furthermore, a concern’s health administration does not supplant the family doctor and gives advice on other things than pills. It may decide that the employee's illness is due to worry and will then prescribe a vacation on full pay or perhaps advise a raise in salary. In other words, these doctors are re quired to know as much about psy chology as they do about medicine. Only through such knowledge can. the physician arrive at the initial cause of the breakdown and discover whether it is physical or mental. If it is psychic the next move is to hand the employer a full dose of sound economics. The big boss is asked to figure out what a real live worker is worth to the company if a half- dead employee is worth so much. This line of argu- ment usuallystim- ulates the pay envelope. One of these in- dustrial doctors was called in by a large corporation to look over condi- tions and suggest improvements, for it was evident to the manage- ment that things Type of Automatic Oil Drip (Concluded on Page 68)

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Veedo! after use Ordinary oil after use Showing sediment formed after 500 miles of running Work in the reconstruction period demands extreme service from each unit of HETHER you use one truck or a fleet— profits from your mo- tor equipment depend on con- tinuous running without lay- ups for repairs. How can you make sure of day-in and day- out efficiency for your trucks? Scientific checking has proved that 90% of truck en- gine troubles are due to faulty lubrication. Because the en- gine of a truck is geared low and often must pull great over- loads, it develops intense heat. Heat is the foe of lubrication. Heat is one of the most im- portant reasons why the aver- age truck uses from six to twelve barrels of oil every year. The passenger car uses not more than a quarter or one-half barrel. Layups with passenger cars usually mean a loss of con- venience o1 pleasure—layups with motor trucks mean the loss of a transportation unit or that another truck must be hired at a cost of perhaps $25.00 aday. Oil is even more important in trucks than in passenger cars. Use of the very finest lubricating oil is necessary to reduce repairs and layups to a minimum. The hidden toll taken by sediment The critical task of oil is to maintain the lubricating film between the flying pistons and the cylinder walls where the heat attains a temperature of 350°. If this film of oil—no thicker than a thin sheet of paper—is destroyed by heat, a chain of engine troubles be- gins. At this point ordinary oil breaks down, forming black sediment that has no /ubri- cating value. This sediment crowds out the good oil from the fast mov- ing parts. Damage is done which requires costly replace- ments and long layups. This is the hidden toll taken by sediment in your oil. How the sediment problem was solved That Veedol engineers have solved the sediment problem is illustrated clearly by the two bottles above showing the Sediment Test. Veedol, the lubri- cant that resists heat, reduces sediment 86%. Veedol not only resists destruc- a. hay

your fleet tion by heat but also mini- mizes loss by evaporation. You will get from 25% to 50% greater mileage per gallon with Veedol for this reason. This means a large saving in dollars and cents to the truck user, as well as to the owner of a pas- senger car. Make this simple test Drain oil from crankcase and fill with kerosene. Run engine very slowly on its own power for thirty seconds. Drain all kerosene. To remove kerosene remaining in the engine refill with one quart Veedol and turn the engine over about ten times. Then drain mixture of kerosene and oil and refill to proper level with correct grade of Veedol. A short run will show the driver that he has new power and pick-up under loads. Gasoline and oil con- sumption will be greatly decreased. Continued use of Veedol will lower repair charges and lessen time lost by layups. Buy Veedol today Leading dealers have Veedol in stock. The new 100-page Veedol book will save you many dollars and help you to keep your en- gines running at min- imum cost. Send 10c for a copy. Tide Water Oil Company Veedo! Department 810 Bowling Green Bldg. New York

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no substitute flavoring, arti ficial vanillin nor coumarin in Price's Vanilla. Chicago U.S.A ADIT A SOP JASTLONG FEATHER-WEIGHT « - FLAT-KNIT Union Suits TH man who ha never worn Lastlone Flat-Knit Union Suits is invited to avoid much discomfort during the warm spell by wearing them Lhe ire knitted from yarn fine that an athletic style, ize 40, weiwhs but six ounce and yet they are durable. This me in cool comfort he cause this flat-knit fabric allow perspiration to evaporate no damp, clammy feeling Thos who know prefer in expensive Lastlong flat-knit ults instead of expensive im ported un ke rwear Made in ankle len rth, three quarter and athletic styles for men and boys If your dealer hasn’t them in tock, send us his name and we will see that ue are supple Booklet and sample of the fabri on request Lastlong Underwear Co. 9 Broadway, New York Dept. I ( g , q g g g ( C g ®*) 4 2 2 > Absolutely pure — there's PRICE FLAVORING EXTRACT COMPANY In Business 66 Years (Concluded from Page 66) were not right. The doctor’s investigation brought out that the inefficiency in one whole department was due to headaches and general irritability, caused by eye- strain from bad light and by poor air from overcrowding. In another branch of the business it was discovered that the de- partment head possessed a temperament adapted solely for a barren island. No one could get along with this boss, and as a consequence the workers were totally in- efficient through their worries. But notwithstanding all that is being done to conserve health the great field for this work is yet virgin soil. No company should approach the problem in a spirit of philanthropy. It is strictly a matter of good business looking toward increased operating efficiency. The amount of time lost by employees through illness is far greater than that lost as the result of in- dustrial accidents. Every corporation has an investment of two thousand dollars to twenty-five thousand dollars in each man employed. Hardly one in ten of these workmen has any idea of what may be termed a balanced diet on which he can do his work with greatest efficiency and least effort. An investigation of the dinner pails of employees at several large mines and mills showed an astonishing situation. Not five per cent of the men had in their buckets the proper rations on which to base a maximum physical effort. What kind of corporation is it that pays absolutely no attention to the character of the coal that goes into the company’s boil- ers? And yet food bears the same relation to the body that fuel does to the locomo- tive. It is the basis of all human energy. Looking at the problem in this way we see the closest possible connection between diet and efficiency. The man whose habits of eating are wrong must eventually lose his speed and endurance. Three so-called “square meals” a day mean nothing, for in the matter of food it is quality not quan- tity that counts. It is for this reason that intelligent industrial leaders are now giving more attention to food values. Condiments that cause blistering of the skin are taken freely into the stomach with utter disre- gard. No corporation has any right to try to force workmen to eat things that they do not want. But every management has an unusual opportunity to reduce sickness among its employees by carrying on a carefully planned campaign of education designed to foster scientific systems of diet- ing. Disease is caused by a violation of Nature's laws, and the only way to get rid of it is to return to those laws. Clean Hands and Good Health Nothing that has to do with the indus- trial life of a nation is more important or more deserving of careful study than hu- man fatigue. Energy in the body is very much like steam in a boiler. In order to develop muscular energy the worker must be fed plenty of fuel, have sufficient oxygen with which to burn it and possess a system with ability to carry off the ashes or waste. Failure of any one of these functions results in body fatigue. Not much can be accom- plished unless there is care of the individual by himself. The workman should be edu- cated to know the importance of regular meals, thorough mastication, hours of rest and sleep, ventilation of rooms, regularity of movements of the bowels, the culti- vation of cheerfulness, and above all the necessity of keeping a clean nose and mouth. The time is coming when no man—capi- talist or laborer—will eat a meal without first washing his teeth and hands. More than fifty different varieties of disease-producing microérganisms have been found to inhabit the mouth. When these bacteria are swallowed with food they cause fermentation in the stomach, and then passing into the intestines produce poisons that are absorbed and create body fatigue. At the same time they lower the individual's resistance to disease. As to hands, it has been found that though there is no known method of perfect disinfection of the hand, culture tests prove that the number of germs remaining on the hands after washing is very much less when the man uses a brush and afterward rubs with a rough sterile towel than when only soap and water are used Here I will leave the purely medical phases of the subject and discuss that class of human. fatigue resulting from the inef- fective physical efforts of workers. A little fatigue is remedied by a little rest, but THE SATURDAY EVENING POST when the amount of fatigue is doubled we require more than twice the same amount of rest. It is this fact that renders the problem of accumulated fatigue so serious. If we can materially lessen the worker's fatigue we are attacking much of our in- dustrial disease at its very roots, for we are eliminating the poison wastes that are gen- erated by excessively stimulated muscles. Sugars, glycogen, fats and even protein are burned in producing energy, and the waste products of this action when too rapidly formed pass into the blood and weaken all parts of the body, including the nervous system. Studies in management have shown that greater output can be achieved by applying oneself steadily for short periods and then resting than by working less steadily and having no rest periods. Most people know that shower baths help eliminate the prod- ucts of waste in the body and increase the capacity for muscular work. This is accomplished by the shower affecting the circulation, producing a redistribution of the blood in the body and for the time being actually changing it. A benefit some- what akin to this in its physiological effects may be brought about by the change in blood pressure that results when the work- man spends even a few minutes in a reclin- ing position. More rest is thus provided than could be gained in a much longer time by the workman if seated upright. Funny Chairs That Made Good The manager of one of our largest fac- tories was the object of some ridicule when he caused the installation of some rather funny-looking chairs in his plant. At first even the employees thought it was a good joke, but they liked the manager and be- gan to use the chairs out of friendliness toward him. It was not long, however, be- fore all this was changed, and to-day during the rest periods all the chairs are used, and the workmen have discovered that the plan has actually increased their productive capacity as well as lessened the apparent labor attending their work. As an elimina- tor of fatigue it will be found that the couch ranks first, then come the reclining chair, the armchair and lastly the bench. Flat couches without even a pillow are a part of the working equipment of some of our wise men. No form of fatigue is more serious than eye fatigue. In this connection it is well to remember that it is just as possible to have too much light as too little. When there is a ylare the employee is obliged to adjust his eyes constantly in order to see distinctly. The big problem is to get the light dis- tributed properly. The electric bulb over the head or shoulder of the worker may be located at the right angle, and yet other lights at a distance and reflected light from highly polished machinery or other equip- ment may be very tiring. The time is com- ing when the finish of machinery will not be so largely affected by the problem of sales- manship. The manager will look upon a dull finish as an asset, and he will balance the matter of the workman’s efficiency against the question of ornamental appear- ance. Beneficial results have been attained in a number of shops by giving a coat of dull paint to all nickel and other glaring parts of the plant equipment. Recent investigations in the matter of ventilation have also brought about ma- terial changes in some of our old ideas. We know now that humidity and tempera- ture are as important as the quantity of air available. These are questions that require the attention of an expert; in the meantime too much air will not do any damage. Far-seeing managers to-day try to adjust the work tothe worker rather than the reverse process. Some of them believe there is no more reason to provide the employee with working tools than there is to provide him with working clothes. If it is possible to standardize the best in a tool why is it not possible to standardize the best in clothes? There is of course the prejudice of the workman to overcome, but this, as in all such matters, must be accomplished by showing the employee that the change is to his personal advantage. It is impossible in the space here avail- able to do more than suggest thoughts on this subject for the reader to pursue to a practical end. A full page could easily be devoted to nothing but designs of work chairs that have been devised solely to reduce fatigue. Some chairs have been constructed with the idea of doing away with the vibration of floors that carry June 7,1919 high-speed machinery. Other chairs are for office work, while some are for tasks that have heretofore been done standing and now may be done sitting. Some chairs have casters which permit them to be pushed away easily or drawn back into position with little effort. A few chairs have foot rests, others none, but all are designed to fit the convenience and comfort of the worker at his special task. In many occupations the installation of a few devices, the elimination of unnecessary movements and the introduction of rest periods will often double and quadruple the output of a worker, at the same time saving his health and strength. As in all work that attempts to govern the actions of human beings the final test of success is the amount of happiness that is created. Present-day industrial leaders are abandoning the term “welfare work” and are substituting in its place the phrase “betterment work.’”’ The former implies that what is done is the gift of the com- pany to the employees;. the latter tends to create the understanding that all the ef- forts expended are put forth by everyone for the good and profit of the organization. The workman must be taught that it is his duty to rest when he needs it, otherwise he is not playing the game fair with his employer. Above all else it must be made plain that with the increase in output there will come added compensation in the way of wages. If this is not done the employee is justified in claiming that the fatigue- eliminating campaign is only another new scheme for exploiting the workman. In succeeding years the modern indus- trial corporation will voluntarily establish medical laboratories at their works so that the same research may be applied to men as has heretofore been applied to material things. We have passed through centuries of careless general observation of our bodies, but this will be no more, and the labora- tories will stand behind the officials who are running our great industries. Demon- strated facts will be substituted for mere speculation. Corporations will no longer guess about the effects of certain dusts on employees, or hold uncertain opinions con- cerning objectionable fumes, or even rest in doubt as to the actual cost to the company of continuous jarring noises that upset the nerves of their workers. The chemist and the psychologist will settle such matters. Foot and Mouth Troubles It may seem foolish at first glance, but from the standpoint of our industrial wel- fare there is no more sense in wearing some of the styles of shoes that are now sold than there is in savages wearing rings in their noses. Foot abuse, next to mouth infection, is the most widespread of the many unhy- gienic practices of civilized people. A faulty shoe means faulty posture, and here we have the commencement of body impairment. Of all the benefits of army training probably none will exceed in value the knowledge that young Americans have accumulated con- cerning the proper care of their feet. Per- haps these returned soldiers will refuse again to submit to the barbarities of fashion. Perhaps the Government will some day awaken to the needs of the situation and view the things we wear in the same light that it does the things we eat. If it does, then we may have shoes that will be la- beled so many per cent correct in principle, just as food is marked so many per cent pure. Then at least the purchaser will wear the shoe at his own risk, and the maker can conscientiously follow a harmful prac- tice under the protection of the law. The privilege of enjoying healthful con- ditions is a basic human right that has not been permitted to working people to the fullest extent. No one can deny that in the final analysis wages are generally con- trolled by output, and the worker’s ability to produce is dependent on his health as represented by his brain and muscle. Let it be understood further that mental health is as important as physical health, and the only way we can have a nation of individuals with sound minds is through developing the worker’s individuality — giving him an opportunity for self-expression. It makes little difference to a workman whether the head of his government is a democrat if the head of his company is an autocrat. The new watchwords are co- operation and conciliation. A careful study of the problems relating to the health of employees will do as much as anything to substitute peace and plenty for boiling discontent. een eee

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- —<—_- a —— 2 — re mee et elle ees Seer, o ns ; LINE-SHAFT DRIVE A.C.HORN COMPANY Dia. drive pulley 8" : us Dia. driven pulley 28" ) Motor speed 1700 R.PM. Motor power 25 H.P. Center to center 8'6" Specified GOODYEAR BELT 5'4 ply BLUE STREAK Construction Copyright 1919 by The Goodyear Tire & Rubber Co, J * e That Line-Shaft Drive, an Advertisement—and the G.T. M. The A. C. Horn Company, Long Island City, N. Y., used to modest price could meet the exacting conditions. But one was have much trouble with one of their line-shaft drives. On it even ordered and installed. the most expensive double belts wore out in six months. Before That 5-inch 4-ply Blue Streak has already given half again they wore out they often slipped off the pulleys, or broke, leaving } 5 . : ; as much service as the most expensive belt they had ever used. idle all the labor and machines depending on that line-shaft for . : ‘ . I 8 ? : Still more important, it has done away with the delays and xower. The drive was costing a lot of money for belts and bel “6 I ‘ gs y t diminished production that used to be so common. And it looks repairs, and more in lost production. One day Mr. Horn saw an : a wil on good for many more months of trouble-free service. advertisement telling about what a G. T. M., Goodyear Technical Man, had done in solving a difficult belting problem — reducing After that the G. T. M. made a plant analysis—analyzing costs and increasing production. every drive in the plant and prescribing the proper belt for it. Five of the recommended belts have already been installed. He sent for a G. T. M. Our Mr. Miller came, studied the drive, Every one of them has proved to be a strong endorsement for the measured pulleys, horsepower, speed and the like. He noted that value of the G. T. M.'s service. the air was exceedingly dry and that there was a great amount of _ : If you have a difficult drive that either devours too many belts lime dust—which accounted in part for the rotting and wear aie or interrupts production too often—or both —ask a G. T. M. to of the belts previously used. So he specified a Goodyear Belt of : Blue Streak Construction—designed to operate under just such call. He'll do it without charge when next he is in your vicinity conditions—and an inch narrower than those formerly used There are many of them—all trained in the Goodyear Technical . School —-all with experience in plants similar to yours all The price was much less than Mr. Horn had expected —so much trained to sell belts to meet conditions and not as a grocer sells less that there was some doubt as to whether a belt of such sugar THE GOODYEAR TIRE & RUBBER COMPANY, AKRON, OHIO

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Tents and Shelters E ARE informed that lumber is go- ing to advance in price in the near future. There is no reason to doubt it. Had all the rest of the world treated its forests as America has treated hers we should have no lumber to-day except corrugated iron ind concrete. We are advised also that can- \ las gone up in price, like everything clse on account of the war The refore, putting one thing with another, we may draw the conclusion that it is going to cost us more to live under cover, whether out- of-doors or indoors If we go to the country we need some sort of a house, and ordinarily that transient helter is made either of wood or of canvas or of bot} The tent-house idea has been well worked out in many Western regions, especially in } the national parks, where tourist parties are entertained. With board floors, screen doors and sash windows— preferably with half walls made of boards and a part of the er story made of wire screening —a very xcellent summer palace may be made which doesn’t cost so much, or would not have cost so much at one stage of the world’s history. The trouble with the regu- rt which costs llars, is that your ow up and get married, and then lar summer cottage, the forty or fifty thousand d you have it left on your hands. If made partiy of canvas the matrimonial! loss on tage is no I Of all permanent summer structures the highest in the cot log house is the one which ran! our out-of-doors drean A friend of mine wrote me a few days ago and asked what sort of log house he ought to build and what it ought to cost. I told him he per- haps could build a very sin ple log house for about fifty thousand dollar that is to ay, if he put up the kind ) if log house which some rich men faney It i not necessarily true that you can build a log house very cheaply —even one of two rooms with a dog walk betwee For a longish but inexpensive trip in the country, especially with womenfolks along, the board cottage is better than the tent, for the latter is cold wher times hot when it doesn’t rain t rains and some- Even a cheap board cottage of one or two rooms, with a fireplace and a floor made of con- crete and pernaps ay] material, is much easier rch floor of the same to Keep clean and neat than any tent. Of course it costs more than a tent, and you can’t move it. The one care-free tent is the tepee, which makes no pretenses at any floor. You go straight in on the dirt and don’t have to take off your boots. You build your fire in the middle and you don’t have any floor or floor cloth. Your bed is built between the wall and a retaining log, and you sit on the log or the bed when you want to warm your feet. A good tepee properly put up is the cleanest of all the temporary camps. It is, however, very heavy and complicated for the average white camper. It will hardly ever achieve popularity as a camp- ing tent, though it has an ancient and honorable history as a home among many of the savage tribes in this country. The best tent fora permanent camp is, of course, the big wall tent with comfortable roof room and a good deep wall. This is the tent used by troops in army cantonments, by laborers on railroads and engineers on construction. Made of good heavy canvas and bought large enough it can be made into about as comfortable a transient home as the white man ever has invented. That is the form used on safari in Africa, and in- deed in pretty much every part of the world. A wall tent can get very mussy if not cared for. Ordinarily the floor cloth is not sewed in to the bottom of the wall tent, and sometimes it is impossible to use the board floor which makes it so much more comfort- able. Therefore things get underfoot. The careful camper will have some housewife pockets to hang on the wall; some hooks or ropes to hang up clothing along the roof Pots and pans should have their own corner and be kept there religiously. If the ground is hard about the tent make a broom of boughs or switches and keep the front yard of the tent swept off clean. Keep the beds covered up with their tarpaulins. If you have room enough the folding cot makes the best bed for a wall tent, though not good for cold weather. This is the army man’s tent bed in cantonments; and he usually has a board floor in his wall tent The asperities of a cot bed can be much mitigated by one of the kapok mattress¢ which have been developed for the use of officers. It has a cover, so that there is no excuse for leaving your bed looking muss; Keep it neat always, and don’t let your pe sonal kit lie round all over the shop. Continued on Page 73) THE SATURDAY EVENING POST a TRO ‘ 7 tASLO RED SOFT COLLARS are made of selected fab ICS HW) Sma¥rl SEN les exclusive features all day long. Mum" is a tr in U. S. Patent Off “Mum” is harmless to the that ASSUTC CaS\ ! laun cring. "ood fit and long service. Cluett, abody@ Co, Inc, Makers, Troy. N.Y ‘Mun’ as easy lo use as fo say ' ov . free from all body odors 7 war tax at Drug res, or from u tnut Str takes all the odor out of perspiration A little “Mum”, applied after the morning bath, preserves the soap-and-water freshness of the skin No matter how hot the weather, or how crowd ed the gathering, both body and clothing are kept in and clothes 4 4 A nA \ v : \ Key EE “Mum” Manufacturing Company MOSSESSING

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—~-* Oe eo eee in —— a —- > ee Ps ee ml (Continued from Page 71) I should think that a very good busines could be built up—now that the war is over—by some firm who would offer to sportsmen many of the standard articles which have been used by the Army; some of which will be scrapped by the Govern- ment as condemned and much of which in one way or another will get on the market such things as tents, tarpaulins, ponchos, blanket rolls, mattresses, sleeping bags and many other articles of that sort. The army and navy stores ought to be able to supply the sportsmen of the country with articies of that kind at less than the prices which lately have prev ailed. In the making of tents the English gen- erally beat the Americans. One of the best tents sold is that used in Africa by English portsmen. It is made of khaki, cut very true and built very practically. The Eng- lishman has not invented so many tents as have the Americans, and in the last few years there has been a sort of efflorescence of new tent ideas in this country. I had a big zephyrene tent—silk, silka- line and zephyrene tent materials are usu- ally made of Egyptian cotton—which I had devis ed as the os t thing in tents. It was i Baker model, open front, twelve feet by t, with a low wall in the rear, and of course open across the entire front. The front flap I had made so that it could be stretched in front as an awning or porch cover, though it could be dropped and but- toned to the sides and bottom of the tent when desired. A detachable mosquito bar went clear across the tent and there were four windows at the back and one at each gable in the ends—all provided with flaps to button down in case of rain. The floor cloth was sewed in and there was a little ll of about four inches in front, so that a good joint could be made with the mos- quito bar when it was dropped. All in all, my tent was fine in theory. But when we pitched it there was such a Sag in the ridge rope which supported the top edge that the roof, instead of being flat, bellied down like a sail and would have collected water » had it rained. Moreover, as to the zephyrene aforesaid, we found that our awning in the morning was wetter on the underside than it was on the -. I shudder to think what would have happened had we encountered a real rain with that particular tent. I took it back to the maker and had him reconstruct. it entirely, on the same lines but using khaki instead of zephyrene, the khaki having been made waterproof. I also had a fly made of the same material to stretch over the tent Now I have an outdoor house which is bulkier than the old one; but it sits true, is waterproof, bug-proof, sunproof and light-proof in the morning. The trouble with all tents of light material that they make you get up with the sun, whether you wish to do so or not; and very likely that is one thing you are trying to avoid when you go to the country. The Matter of Tent Poles The size and complications of this tent are the main arguments against it. It is about as comfortable for all weathers as any sporting tent is apt to be. For all round camping, summer and winter, it is not so good as the wall tent, because you can put a stove in the wall tent. In or- dinary cold weather a log fire in front of - open-front tent will keep you warm nough, but not in winter at long con- tin ied low temperatures. It is to be borne in mind, of course, that a good many of these light materials for tents are waterproofed by the use of paraffin; and it should be remembered that such a tent must h ave ventilation by means of doors or window 3 otherwise you will freeze to death in it in cold weather—or even cool weather—since the moisture will collect on the i ide of th e tent. Civilized man has to have tent poles which will go in a taxicab. Jointed tent poles go into the long round dunnage bag with the tent itself—that is to say they will do so for the single-pole tent or the two- pole Baker tent There has been no satisfactory way invented to joint the poles of a wall tent, and the ridgepole will not go in a taxicab. For portability, convenience and compact- ness, therefore, we city week-enders are pretty much obliged to accept one of the many modern light-tent inventions. For a movable camp or hike or a brief trip of any sort the single-pole tent is the thing. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 73 The heaviest single-pole tent is the modi- fied tepee, or Sibley, which cuts out the old fifteen lodge poles and is erected by a center pole supporting an iron ring at the top of the tent. This is a heavy and com- plicated tent to put up and it doesn’t have very much room inside. The center pole stands where the fire ought to be. We prac- tically may dismiss this tent from our plans—indeed, we may agree that the best place for any and all tent poles is on the outside of the tent. The A tent or even the wall tent may be pitched with a rope or a wire for a ridge- pole, which cuts out that long and unjoint- able ridgepole; and there are tents whicl have a single pole standing in front, other which have two poles—both outside of the tent—and yet others which may be pitched by a rope thrown up over the limh of a tree, pulling the peak of the tent uy with it and no pole at all being used. Again, you may pitch one of the light- model tents by means of two crotches or shears over which the guy rope is passed at the peak—in short you can get almost any kind of light tent you like. If you get it with a little window somewhere, the floor cloth sewed in and the flaps made extra wide so that they will lap over in the front of the tent and can be used to extend the floor space of the tent—you will have about as practical a light tent as you can get to-day. There need not be any tent pole inside such a tent at all. The sewed-in floor cloth is not essential if you can always find level ground or if you can always find country where there are no mosquitoes. There should be a good sod cloth for any tent that does not have a ground cloth sewed in. If you put down your ground cloth over the edges of your sod cloth and then pile on hay or your blankets or anything which will make a tight joint all round the tent you may be able to keep the mosquitoes from finding their way in round the bottom of the tent though that is a very difficult thing to do It is difficult to keep them out even with a good drop curtain in front. A Luxurious Camp The most luxurious camp I ever saw wa made of several big silkaline wall tents, twelve by fourteen feet in size and eight feet at the ridge. These tents had sewed-in floor cloths, cots and air mattresses. There was a drop for the front of the tent, fitted with a shotted tape to hold it down, and inside—reefed up to the ridgepole for use in very bad mosquito weather—there was a complete inside tent of bobbinet. When this was dropped down about the beds the mosquito had no chance, and at the same time the netting was not close to the face as it is in most bed bars. At one time I was entertained at a good home in Tennessee during the month of September, when the weather was very hot. There were many mosquitoes and my four-poster bed was fitted with a bar which completely inclosed it. I almost died before morning. You can sleep for a while with a bar close round your bed, but there is no fun in that. For your summer home you want all the room inside your tent there i This means poles outside - d screens for the entire tent not for the bed alone The wall tent, it will be seen, is a strong competitor for first rank in the camp. But you can’t well build a fire in front of a wall tent. Let us refer again to the discovery of the wire ridgerope mentioned in these columns some years ago. With this wire to support the top of your wall tent you can go out fifteen feet in front of your tent, pass the wire over a crotch and guy it fast to a tree or a peg. Then you can build a fire in front of your tent and throw the flaps open You have no danger of burning off your ridgerope in front. How much should a two-man tent weigh? For a simple camping trip, let us say about ten pounds without the poles. How much should a man’s bed weigh? Let us say about eleven pounds. How much should his grip weigh—say for a three weeks’ supply? Let us allow twenty to thirty pounds for three weeks. Now, put on top of that a gun and ammunition, a rod and some tackle, a few toilet articles and a change or so of clothes, and you begin to see why the rich cave-man cussed when the first of May came round. Cut out all the fads you can and get down to common-sense stuff in your outfit. You can’t buy or use all the things which are offered you in good outfitting stores. 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Of motor-car tents there is no lack some good, some bad and some neither. The other day I saw a good one. It was an open-front Baker model, seven-by-nine in | size, with flap in front, which could be used asa fly or as a drop door to close the entire front. The material was light drilling, waterproofed with paraffin—very work- manlike. The floor cloth was sewed in and there was a deep front sill of about ten inches. One point of excellence regarding this sill I noted especially as one which I am going to adopt in my own open-front tent. There were a couple of cords dropped down from the top of the tent to hold this canvas sill up in place. Ordinarily the sill of an open- front tent sags down in use, so that it might as well not be there. These two cords show you that the sill is there, do not interfere with access to the tent, and act as supports for the mosquito bar when it is dropped across the front of the tent. A mighty good idea. I may add that this tent had two very good-sized windows in it, each covered with a wide flap outside which would keep out rain. There were cords arranged, workable from the inside of the tent, by which this window cover could be lowered or raised in case of rain or otherwise, leaving it unnec- essary to go out in the rain. An excellent idea which also is certainly going on in my own tent. This tent was arranged so that the fly would go entirely across the top of a motor car. It was advertised as a poleless tent, though on the floor of the sporting- goods house it was pitched over a frame. In use the front would come so close up to the side of the car that access would need to be through the side doors of the car itself. The high sill of the tent would come up about to the edge of the running board. Of course, everything inside the car also would be kept dry. Not at all a bad tent idea, though I believe I would rather not be bothered with any car if I were pitching a tent. On the floor of the same sporting-goods house I saw another tent which was new to me. It was simply a wide cot of the folding type, standing about a foot or so above the ground and a little more than thirty-six inches in width. At the front and back of this cot were two extensible bows built of steel, like wagon bows. Over all went a waterproof canvas which could be pegged at the sides of the cot. It looked very cozy inside for one man, though I think it had no window at the rear. As pitched it was not mosquito-proof, but could be made so. There was a little room under the cot for one’s duffle. Not a bad—though rather a fanciful—combination of tent and bed in one, Keeping Fish N? DOUBT it frequently has been a matter of regret to you that you couldn't get home from camp—to your the trout or other fish you have taken. This is especially difficult to-day when express service is so much slowed up. Of course much of the success in shipment depends on the way the fish are prepared for their journey. There are a dozen orthodox ways for tak- ing care of one’s catch of fish. To put so delicate a fish as a trout directly on the ice—in the round, as the dealers say—as mot of the market fishes are shipped, i little less than sacrilege and desecration. A trout should never be wet an instant after he has left the water. He should never be handled to the extent of a single touch more than is absolutely necessary. If you go to scraping and cleaning a trout and shaking the water off him and engaging in a general laundrying of your trout, he will look all right then—but not when he gets to your home in the city. To get your trout home you really need ice and plenty of it, but the ice must not touch the trout. You need some kind of a dry container for the fish, whether of glass or zine or tin. There are special suitcases made to beat the nonexport laws, built like the average suitcase; and in each end there are roomy zine boxes with screw tops in- tended to hold ice in such a way that the | water will not spill out on the floor of the Pullman. Midway between these two ice June 7,1919 containers is the compartment in which the trout are kept. Properly they should be wrapped in paraffined paper or still better in cheesecloth. The latter will soak up any moisture or blood. Before putting the fish into the shipping or carrying receptacle al- ways keep in mind that you ought not to roll round or muss up or handle a trout an instant more than you must. Keep him dry and cool—and that is all there is to it. Moss is good because it is a crude non- conductor, and for no other reason. Green grass, green ferns or green leaves are not good because they discolor the fish. Once more, if you want to keep the sun from your fish in the creel carry a bunch of loose cheesecloth in your basket and cover them with it loosely. It is clean and dry and better than any fresh vegetation. When you stop at midday for your luncheon clean your catch and wrap each trout in cheese- cloth. Never handle him again after that except to put him in the ice basket. To carry a basketful of trout, all crushed and mussed together, doesn’t show any true valuation of this splendid and beautiful creature. He is worth loving and caring for. If you have been out all day in the hot sun with a basket of trout, better eat those trout and not ship them. Ship those trout you have caught latest and have kept coolest and driest. Of course you will not under- take to ship fish by parcel post —they might get round too late. Filing Trout for Reference N KEEPING fish while in camp at the sporting clubhouse or lodge for day-to- day use or for daily shipment the same rules apply as for shipping—keep your fish dry and cool. If you are on a trip which means movable camps, but where ice is obtainable, you can make a good ice house by digging a box into a bank and covering it over with hay or blankets, perhaps with earth on top. The best place to excavate an ice house of this sort is near a spring or in a bog or deep cool shady part of the forest. Never put your fish down on a board—they will take on the taste of wood. Use a dish or platter. If possible have the dish slanted so that the dish can drain clean all the time. The best dish to use in putting trout away on ice is the wire basket which you use for holding your letters on the office desk. These things don’t cost very much and they are ideal for trout—far better for trout than for letters. You can half fill one of these wire baskets with trout; and the little legs of the baskets will go directly on the ice and yet keep the trout from getting wet, while the open wires will let all the moisture drain off. The result is that your fish will be cool, clean and free of moisture. You can put one basket on top of another in your ice house, after the fish have once drained clean. This idea of the wire letter basket I first saw at the fishing lodge of a dear personal friend who passed on nearly two years ago. Would it be wrong to mention one whom so very many sportsmen knew and loved in a region which was covered by several states? That was old Neal Brown, of Wausau, Wisconsin, a wealthy lawyer and successful business man. By middle age he had made all the money he wanted and from that time devoted more and more of each year to the practice of the field sports which he had always so much loved. This gentleman years ago built a roomy lodge on his favorite stream, and since that time hundreds of his friends and acquaintances have had the hospitality of its open doors. No attempt was ever made to keep out the public from the fishing in that region, and all comers were welcome also at this private lodge. I have often seen a carload of entire strangers drive up and leave their car and come back to luncheon. They were always welcome at table. One day there were more than forty people at this lodge, but few of whom were invited. Not a cent could be paid to Mr. Brown by anybody. His lodge was the greatest example of broad-gauge sportmanship and hospitality of which I have any knowledge. Neal Brown had worked out his sporting methods to a very practical basis. It was his custom to motor far and wide, perhaps fifty miles out and back on some of the many Wisconsin streams, for his always varying fishing. There were always trout in camp. To preserve these the owner con- structed an ice house which was laid out on generous lines, as was everything he did. It would hold two or three tons of ice and (Continued on Page 77)

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—— Se we eee — — ne ek ee Soe, _ a —_——— —_ (Continued from Page 74) was arranged with deep shelves. A man could walk directly into the ice house, and there you could see, almost any day, a number of these wire letter baskets full of trout. It is the best possible way to handle correspondence. This and many another thing are remem- bered by the friends of Neal Brown. He wa a large-handed and open-he ig man, ays thinking not of his pub lic, but of the public. When he first began to fish for trout there were no trout in the streams near to his home. It was due to his early efforts, begun more than thirty years ago, that all that country was stocked with trout. To-day thousands of fishermen go there, of whom perhaps hundreds never heard of Neal Brown. They might well remember him and his ways. The old lodge hich he founded still is open under the charge of a few of his friends, the property having been given by his heirs in perpe- tuity and dedicated to sport and sports- manship. A fine memorial for a good man, Smoking Fish oo are ways of keeping almost all sorts of fish for daily use as food for an idefinite time. It is perfectly simple to smoke fish so that they will keep for months Not long ago on a summer trouting trip in Wisconsin I ate some cisco which had been moked and put down in the month of November preceding. These fish were moked in a rude sort of contrivance made of a store box and an iron pot. It just chanced that the lot we ate had been moked with corncobs and done a little too thoroughly. Hickory wood is better. Any kind of hardwood will do. The main idea is to have the fire not too hot, and the smoke steady and abundant as well as clean and veet. My host told me that he took care if a half barrel of cisco every fall in this way. I have sometimes helped smoke trout by he use of a barrel with the head knocked it, and its lower end supported by rocks o as to allow ventilation. We built a fire in an old kettle, hung the — t from wires on sticks at the top of the barrel and cov- ered the top of the barrel with an old sack. Of course such a contrivance needs watch- ng, as once in a while the fire will go out; but with attention even so rude a smoke- house as this will save your trout for later se. [he rancher at whose place this opera- tion was conducted often sent trout to hi home in New York City, where they were very much enjoyed. I mention this again because it is a good thing to keep in mind. I have known of so-called sportsmen who, in the early days of Wisconsin when muskellunge were everywhere, had taken a week as much as a ton of muskellunge and buried them in the sand beaches and let them rot. They said they could not get them out. No comment would seem necessary. Our fish and ezme have gone pretty much the vay our icrests went. Who does not recall the old family smokehouse? Ours was built of boards and shingled, with no opening except one door. It was about fifteen feet square and stood not so far from the kitchen door, for t had much to do with the operations of the kitchen. Inside the smokehouse was a little cast-iron stove with no pipe. We ed hickory wood in this—wood which was not too dry. Sometimes we put in a corneob or two, but not too many. The watching of the smokehouse was one of the chores which we boys had assigned to us. In this smokehouse we cured all the hams that the family used, and they were better than any that any money could buy to-day. No doubt we could have smoked fish also had we thought of it. Perhaps also we could have smoked rabbits, though I don’t er to have tasted rabbits reme ——. ey smoked. ill someone test that and report on it? We always cleaned and split our rabbits and hung them up on nails outside of the smokehouse, where they froze solid—and were all the better for it. All of which is only by way of saying that if you live near a good fish supply you very probably can run a little smokehouse of your own. Bass, pike, catfish—any of the edible fishes—can be preserved in this way. In preparing your fish for smoking open them along the belly if they are small— say, of a pound we ight. We nearly always open all of our fish in that way in this country. North of Fifty-three they always open a fish along the back and always cut off the head. In that shape it will spread out on the drying racks much better. For a fish of two or three pounds’ weight it is better to open it along the back, so that the smoke can get into it more thoroughly. Before you put your fish into the smoke- house dip them in brine—about a pound of salt to a gallon of water. Leave your fish overnight in the brine. The men who ship fish commercially put them in with the skin side down in the brine—and they ought to know. Take your fish out of the brine and let them drain thoroughly before you expose | them to the smoke. Start up the smoke and heat pretty strong, then let it go a little slower and keep it as steady as you can. A fish of several pounds’ weight may take | two or three days. A small fish of a pound or so will be cured in twenty-four hours, and for very small ones ten or twelve hours will do in all probability. Don’t rush your smokehouse or try to do it all at once. When you think your fish are done—and you can tell by opening the flesh—let the smoke gradually cool down, and then take out your fish and put them away in a clean vessel where nothing can get at them. They will taste mighty good in the wintertime and be much cheaper than any fish you can buy in the market. A Good Guide N ENTION was made of the sunny and helpful life of Neal Brown, up in Wis- consin. One doesn’t like to do this sort of thing, but perhaps I may mention also another man, just now passed on, who hada wide acquaintance with the sportsmen of the Middle West. Last January Henry Henning, of Alma, Wisconsin, died; and in the month of April his wife died also. Thus ended one of the best known little fishi ng establishments on the Upper Mis- sissippi River, where scores of anglers have for years had great sport and good fare. 1 mention Henry Henning because, something like thirty years ago, in a way of speaking I discovered him and did some- what toward making him famous. He was at that time a market fisherman who some- times would take out an angler fly-fishing for bass. I always considered that the Mississippi River —_ mouthed bass offered the best fly-fishing to be found any- where in America, and often said so. Other writers following from time to time, the Mississippi River bass fishing with the fly grew into a sort of cult. Hun- dreds of anglers have gone there since and more or less ruined the angling, so far as that goes. Henry Henning, still professional and not amateur angler, grew up with this industry. From two dollars . day his price rose to three, three and a half and five. His wife doubled } her boarding charges. I presume many anglers have paid Old Hank, as we called him, ten dollars a day for boat, guiding and board. Henning was the best of the bass guides on the Upper Mississippi. He knew every bar and riprap on the river; knew where the bass were moving every day and every week of the year. He was widely known as the worst crank that anyone ever went fishing with—he had no patience with a poor caster or with a man who would not do as he told him. His idea was to put bass in the boat; and I suspect that he rather took himself to be the main part in the transaction, no matter what company he had and how much revenue he might ex- pect therefrom. Now he is gone, leaving behind him quite a tradition of keen angling. More than five hundred angling friends will miss him. Care of Tackle i IS to be hoped that last fall yuu loosened the draw strings of your fly rods’ cloth cases and hung up the bags on nails clear of the floor, following earlier instruc- tions herein; that you did your fly books up in paper, sealed, or in metal boxes whose lids were sealed with adhesive tape; and that your leaders were laid down in chamois pockets. However, as to chamois leather, we might heed this word of warning from a California angler: ‘‘In keeping gut in chamois leather pockets the leather must be unbleached. The process of bleaching leaves a residue of some chemical substance which destroys the life of the gut. If one buys a gut case with chamois pockets from a reliable firm he will be happy, but if he goes out and buys the chamois at a store and has friend wife sew up the pocket him it is good night to his gut casts.” THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 65c, $1.25, $2.50 the box ad ocolates Gver: qd ryiece UrPrise AMERICAN CANDY CO MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN Makers of REX Brand Confections

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18 Good words are worth remembering in these times when good leaders cost so much. Another tip about the care of a fly rod comes to mind just now, as I read the tag of instructions attached by the maker of an English fly rod just at hand. I had resolved never to buy another fly rod, since my col- lection is large enough, but this one came from a friend and is perhaps the best one I have ever owned or ever seen. Such a rod now retails at ninety-five dollars, with few obtainable at that absurd price Here is what the maker of that rod to the users of all fly rods: ‘‘ We cannot too strongly impress on our clients the neces- ays sity of using our lubricant or clean mutton all joints before putting them to- gether, especially if a rod is to remain up for a period of two or three days. In fixing tal parts.”” Pure always been recognized the proper lubricant for suet on the joints grip or ly the me mutton tallow has by wise anglers a this purpose Many a rod ha tight ferrules apart Sometimes the pulled clean out of the ferrule, and that means trouble. Keep your ferrules greased. It is easy to ruin a fly rod which, of wonderful strength when properly is after all a light and delicate thing The rod maker speaks of leaving a rod up for two or three days. I don’t think that ought to be conside red 48 2 Pos ibility A rod ought not to be left up overnight. It is a lazy man’s custom to hang his fly rod on nails out under the clubhouse porch roof or on the side of a wall The moisture of the outside air is bad for the rod A good rod tand that sort of thing for a while, yes, but no rod is the better for it You ought to take your fly rod down when you cease fishing dry with a clean handkerchief or cloth then put it back in its case after straighten ing the joint Another thing this been ruined by trying to get wood is ised, wmew here will wipe it and maker ought to have said was thi No fly rod ought to be used two days in succe Che structure of the fly rod is wonderful, but it is To fish day after day with a heavy casting line is to weaken and set its fiber and de stroy that wonderful resiliency which is the soul of ithe fly rod. If you can’t afford two fly rods at least change the tips of your fly rod every day If you don’t, by and by your pet rod will have a hump in it and the next will be gone It will no longe! pi kK up the line as it ought to or will not lay the line straight. Then you will blame the rod, when you ought to blame yourself I have trout rods whose tips straight to-day, after fifteen or years of use; and I have in mind a good salmon rod which had one tip used stead ily for many days and which in one season permanent sag Much of the and utility of our sporting depends on oursel ve We fly rod as us we son delicate. enson it are almost twenty acquired a use, beauty equipment ought to prize do a pieture a fine much Stovepipe JEGARDING achance mention of camp stoves and a Missouri gentle man writes: ‘Practically all of the fishing and camping I do is on Thursday evening in THE SATURDAY EVENING Post. Now the next time you start out with one of your famous stoves don’t depend on pick There is a stovepipe Lovepipe ing up stlovepipes on the way. firm in St. Louis that is not rolled, but left open. By means of a patented detail it can be snapped together After use you just slip it apart again. You could easily have half a dozen joints upy space than one ordinary joint require That is a good tip worth remembering. I suppose that even one’s local tin shop could fix one up pipe before started away which makes to occ noe more ome such one from home Daily Bread Rep Repel the equipment of the / soldier and the sportsman, there may be interest in looking over the bill of fare of the downtrod doughboy, as reported not long since, Breakfast: Stewed fruit, prunes, apri cots or the like, flavored with cinnamon or lemon peel; cereal, bread or toast, jam, jelly; coffee, canned milk, sugar; butter or oleomargarine, usually. Noon meal: Stew with meat, usually; all sorts of vegetables, such as turnips, onions, potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, beans; bread without butter; fruit, pudding or some other dessert; tea, usually without milk Evening meal Hash, steak or minced meat potatoes or THE SATURDAY beans, beets, carrots, cabbage; dessert of canned or fresh fruit, pie or cake; coffee with canned milk. Hard luck, isn’t it, to have nothing to eat but just those little simple things? But if we could have them in camp most of us could struggle along. On the whole, it would seem better to be in the Army than in the penitentiary. It is an open question whether it would not be better to be in the penitentiary than at the head of a household these days. I see by government reports that in the peniten- tiary at MeNeil Island, Washington, the average cost of feeding a man for a year was two hundred and eighty-nine dollars and seventy-seven cents, or about seventy- nine cents a day for each man. It used to cost about sixty-five cents a day, but every- thing is higher. How about your own fam- ily if you have not been found guilty of any outright crime sufficient to imprison you for life? Mysteries in Bears I R. C. HART MERRIAM, of Washing- ton, always has contended that there were a great many species of bears and has named a great many of them from examina- tions of specimens submitted to him. Scien- tists usually, however, classify bears in two great groups—the long-toed grizzly and the short-toed black bear. The United States Government rather throws in with the dis- tinguished naturalist than with the average scientist. 4 cabinet officer one time asked the question: ‘‘When is a brown bear a brown bear’?”’ In Alaskan administration some brown bears are under the jurisdiction of the De- partment of Agriculture, while others are in charge of the Department of Commerce. Brown bear, which belong to the black bear family, may be killed at any time. The hide of the black bear may be exported, but the brown cub is a brown bear and is taboo. No official recognition can be taken of the fact that a black bear may have two cubs, one of which is black and the other red, brown or yellow. Fur-bearing animals are under the jurisdiction of the Department of Com- merce; game animals are controlled by the Department of Agriculture. These inter esting details of natural history one culls from the report of the Secretary of the Interior. American Manhood E HAVE always been of the comfort- able belief that there was nothing wrong with America or Americans; that both were perfect, as a matter of course. In the early medical examinations for the first army draft it was found that only one man out of three, within the draft ages, could get into the Army as he was. Flat feet, bad teeth, bad eyes, bad toes, hernia, many other common defect cut down the percentage of acceptances very sharply. Medical officers began to study a great many things about physiology and psychology. They recognized jealousy, wrath, doubt, fear and uncertainty as factors of bad health, but especially proved that a bad liver is the cause of many mental breakdowns and nearly all melancholia and mental depres- sion. Then the experts began to suggest remedies for the poor average of the American physique Chey first of all recommended modera- tion in everything, eating and drinking included. The young man who went into the Army was placed under the influence of men who tried to improve him in every way. He was supplied with good food and plenty of it, and plenty of exercise in the open air. In nine cases out of ten he was better when he came out than when he went in. Perhaps the greatest influence for improvement was the open-air exercise, which he was obliged to take whether he wanted it or not. The Army medical men advise for all of us plenty of coarse food, plenty of water and plenty of work in the open air. They ought to know what they are talking about. Awfully Cold VY MPATHY is expressed for our troops S in Siberia, and very rightfully, for more reasons than one. But at worst it can hardly be as cold in Siberia as it used to be in Alaska, if we are to believe the story a veracious friend of mine — who never was in Alaska —once told about the peculiarities of that far-off country. “It gets so dang cold up there,” said he, “that the snakes have to hibernate in the summer time, or else they would freeze to EVENING POST death. You only see them in the winter- time, when they move round to keep up their circulation—and every snake you see will have fur on him more than a foot long. It gets awfully cold up there in Alaska.” Taper in Lines HE price of good tapered fly-casting lines has gone up very sharply. The English list has had fifty per cent added to it. This, plus the war tax, makes a good fly-casting line cost real money. An Amer- ican firm is said to contemplate putting out a tapered line of eccentric proportions, which none the less will stand careful con- sideration The ordinary tapered line is drawn fine for a few feet at each end, but all the mid- dle of the line runs very heavy. It is neces- sary to get weight in order to cast a long line, but too much weight makes it very hard for the rod or the caster to handle the line after it gets out fifty or sixty feet. The design of this new casting line will be to have ten feet or more drawn fine, then a swell of fifteen, twenty or thirty feet, and then the rest of the line drawn fine. This will give a sufficient body of line to carry forward all the weight needed in the cast. Once this long section of heavy line is ahead of the rod it is figured it will carry out the latter part of the line without any more weight, and so add to the distance gained by a given amount of rod action. Some tournament casters have figured this out before, but it is worth looking into in actual fishing. It is certain that you need a heavy line if you are to get distance, and equally certain that a stiff tournament rod not a pleasant fishing rod. The happy medium in rods and the line adjusted to that rod is what the actual angler de ires, Cutting Down a Rod iene long ago I mentioned the fact that a good imported English fly rod re- tailed in America at seventy-seven dollars. Let us revise the figures I two of these rods the other day, and each had been marked up to ninety-five dollars. There seems to be no limit to the price of fishing tackle and everything else these days As to my own English rod, in this same first quality, I found it ten feet in length and a shade more than six ounces in weight In that length it ought to have been at least a half ounce heavier because it had a whippy midsection and was entirely too soft to pick up or deliver a good line at any distance or in any sort of wind. With much reyret I resolved to cut this rod down and remembering an experience with a similar rod of American make I took my trusty ax and cut just four and a half inches off the top of the middle joint. Ex- perts advised me to take two inches off each joint, but experts rarely know any- thing, and | had the advantage of one lucky accident to my credit in shortening the rod. I found the rod beautifully well built and the ferrules set to stay, but finally got a good job and took out the rod to try it. The result is a second miracle in whippy rods. | have a second freak in real fishing rods, and no money at all will buy this one. It now delivers a perfectly straight and perfectly easy line. As shortened it is now nine feet seven and a half inches in length. It will cast up to sixty feet with ease, and I presume I could get seventy-five feet out of it if pushed. In ranges of thirty to fifty feet, about average trout-fishing distance, the rod is perfect. I find the tips of these English rods a trifle heavier than those of our American reds. I now have two high-class rods —~among my other high-class ones—one American and one English of the same weight, the English one with just a little heavier feeling forward than the American; but both with great backbone. Either of them will cast fifty feet with almost no exertion at all. No one ought to suppose from this, how- ever, that it is safe to monkey with a good tly rod done by a good maker. If I had cut another inch out of my English rod I should have ruined it. I could have left an inch more in and still have had a sweet casting rod, though just a shade weak in the back for our American taste. The English use the dry fly more than we do, and I don’t believe are so often obliged to put out a long line, as they more often fish upstream. There are places in my own fishing where sixty feet is barely far enough, and I know one place where I need ninety feet. It takes Saw June 7,1919 a special rod to do that, however, and of course everyone knows that it is very diffi- cult to hook a rising trout at seventy-five, seventy or even sixty feet, and I con- sider those above the proper fishing dis- tances. You can get a little additional power by shortening a willowy rod, but can easily go too far with it, so be very careful. Better not take out more than two inches from the total length at the first trial. Usually the trouble is in the middle joint. In my Eng- lish rod the trouble was in the lower third of the middle joint; but as I was after power I did not shorten the thicker part of that joint, but the thinner part—that at the top. The result was that the entire joint was stiffened up and the arc of the rod made very fine. In nine cases out of ten the place to cut a rod is at the top of the second joint, and not at the top of the butt piece or the bottom of the tip. You should remember that a stiff or clubby rod is just as bad as one that is too whippy, and in- deed worse, because you cannot do anything for it except to build an entire new joint So be careful. Of course your crack rod maker will shed tears of protest if you speak to him about touching a rod, once he has made it. Makers ought not to send out at all some of the rods they do send out, but most mak- ers know more than most amateurs; so once more, be very careful how you cut. Bull Market in Reels HE market for decent fly-casting reel is very stiff, with few offerings. Some of the best fly reels we have are made in Eng- land. I don’t know why some more Amer- ican firms do not learn something from an examination of the best English models with their large barrel, light aluminum construc- tion and large end plates. Some of these ree] have a large agate ring in front for the line aperture; others have this ring made of hard- ened steel. All of them have the adjustable click or drag —or both—so that the tension on the line can be regulated and one can strike on the reel, and not on the rod or on the hand while using light gut in delicate fishing. I don’t know of any American reel that has all of these qualities. However, when we started out to buy such a reel in one of the largest cities in America we found just one reel in stock, and that was grilse steel, rather heavy for trout fishing Price, twenty-five dollars. Inquiry in New York did not develop any better market. There were few Amer- ican reels worth carrying home in the three largest stocks of the second city of Amer- ica. This is an extraordinary trade situa- tion and, | believe, suggests a good business opening to some good American firm now engaged in making fly-casting reels. There is, of course, no use in telling an angler that anything is good enough for him, un- less he thinks it is good enough. A good many of us cranks think that the Amer- ican reel makers might extend their line of models to very good advantage. I saw in stock one fly-casting reel, one plate made of wood and painted a nice red. No click and no adjustment. Price, five dollars, Fly Patterns NGLISH and Scotch flies, especially in dry-fly patterns, beat the American product badly. Of late, however, we have been getting all kinds of wire in our flies. It is very difficult now to get the very thin and light bronze wire which we formerly had in the best of imported flies, though such wire is needed in all dry-fly patterns especially. The Erglish and Scotch flies, unless specially ordered, are mounted on shorter hooks than some Americans fancy. Some years ago an American firm began to put out what they called stream-pattern flies tied on a long-shank hook of very light wire. I got to using these flies a great deal because they looked rather large, yet han- dled light. In looking over stock that just came from the other side this month I don’t see the usual number of these long-shank pat- terns, which to a limited extent the English have taken on from us. A good many of the Scotch and English firms now tie flies for American use, doing them very beauti- fully after patterns furnished them by our anglers. Once in a while you run across a dry-fly purist in America whose little boxes will show the full Halford series of dry flies, all imported. For the most part American waters are too rapid for success- ful dry-fly work.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 7, 1919 &, ' or - a Here's the breakfast for you outdoor fellows! Going fishing tomorrow morning? Start with a real break- fast under your belt—a big piping hot “stack”’ of Aunt Jemima Pancakes,swimmin’ in maple sirup and yellow butter. Satisfying, this breakfast! It’s real nourishment that will bridge that long gap from 4 a. m. until noon. Don’t bother to wake “‘the wife’’ so early—make ’em yourself. It doesn’t take an expert to prepare an Aunt Jemima meal—because every ingredient is ready mixed even the powdered sweet milk. It’s so rich it needs no eggs. Pour out a little pancake flour from the red package; stir in water to make a batter and zzzzzz! the luscious brown pancakes are leaping off the hot griddle. Order today a package of Aunt Jemima Pancake Flour. Learn what humdinger waffles, muffins, and breadsticks it makes. For a change try Aunt Jemima Buckwheat Flour— it makes the very best buckwheat cakes! *]’se in town, Honey!” AUNT JEMIMA PANCAKE FLOUR yright 1919, Aunt J

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[FRetonr orrice} HE chamber of commerce in a Southern city invited T: certain captain of industry to make an address at its annual banquet. The big man accepted and came to town in a special car with a party of friends. Local business men felt that the affair marked an epoch in the development of their city, because the visitors represented capital of many millions of dollars, and if properly im- pressed might favor the community with a couple of new interurban lines or half a dozen manufacturing plants. The banquet afforded a splendid opportunity for local orators to show their talents. The toastmaster evidently mistook himself for the speaker of the evening, because he held the floor for more than half an hour to state that he did not know why the committee should have chosen him to preside. Next on the program was a local orator who began by saying that he was no speech maker; then he got right down to business and tried to prove that he was one. He stated impetuously that he stood for civic progress and that civie progress meant the whir of machinery, the tramp of the dinner-pail brigade and the rattle of freight trains pulling out of the railroad yards loaded with goods made in local factories. The Words of the Great Man - E MUST have more factories!’’ exclaimed the speaker. “It is factories that build great cities! Let us force factories to come here! If necessary we must spend our good money to get them. The thing for us to do is to raise a fund—a big fund—a million dollars if necessary — to go right out in the open market and bid for factories!’’ He spoke more than an hour. Then the man who was to introduce the out-of-town capitalist in a five-minute talk got up to perform his duty and went on introducing for forty minutes. It was midnight when the captain of industry was called te his feet. He was tired and the excess of ora- tory had made him feel mean and plain-spoken. His audience was shocked at his opening words. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST DECORATIONS BY GUERNSEY MOORE “ Gentlemen,” he said, “‘it is now too late for me to make the speech which I came here to deliver. My train leaves in a little more than half an hour. But perhaps I can say a few words,” he continued, ‘‘ which will do more good than the complimentary address my secretary fixed up for me. “Your town here is all right. It is the center of a good agricultural section and is bound to grow. Your principal speaker this evening spoke of raising a big fund to go out and hire manufacturers to locate in your city. Factories are all right, too, but not when you go after them indis- criminately. You can start a thousand factories, but unless conditions are just right every one of them will fail. “Suppose you raise a few hundred thousand dollars and start a plant to manufacture harvesting machinery. That would seem a logical product for this community, because you are an agricultural section and as things are now you send your good money up North to buy the machinery that is used on your farms. You build your factory, which supplies work for two hundred hands. After a while some rush work comes in which requires a hundred extra hands. There is no other concern using the same kind of labor within a thousand miles, so you have to send all that dis- tance for your extra men, and pay their traveling expenses. *‘Or you have a slack season during which there is work for only a hundred and fifty of your men. What are you going to do with the fifty whom you have to lay off? They can't sit round and wait for things to pick up, and you ; i te a 8 “mee is ae TLL | AIA Fae) can't afford to pay them while they are not working. They are going to drift back to the Middle West, where they can get work; and you will have to pay that thousand miles of traveling expense every time you need a workman. After a while all this extra expense eats up your capital, ard then your factory becomes merely another building standing idle alongside the railroad tracks with all the windows broken out. “The trouble with a lot of business men's organizations everywhere is they think they must be pulling off grand- stand plays all the time. It looks well when the local newspapers come out in big headlines and state that an- other enterprise has been located by our live-wire boosters. Towns are just like individuals. Once in a while a man gets rich by pulling off spectacular deals, but nine-tenths of the solid men of any community are those who just stuck to the store or office every day and made the most of what they had Work From the Inside Out i )U have a great farming section round here, but out of the car window this morning I saw a four-horse load of produce which a farmer was trying to bring to town stuck in a mudhole. I have talked to-day with a man who has a little plant employing a dozen hands and making money, who wants to enlarge but cannot interest any local capital. One of your principal downtown corners, where the ground is valued at three thousand dollars a front foot, is occupied by a one-story wooden building. If a convention bringing a thousand delegates should want to come here to-morrow you would have to turn it down because you have no suitable convention hall. “IT once knew a merchant who had a good loca! trade and made money until he got the idea of doing a mail- order business. He began to push mail orders and to neglect his local trade. After a while he went broke. If he had kept pushing his local business he would even- tually have had such a.reputa- tion that mail orders would have : come naturally. I TO STATIONS ON ALL OTHER reptions voice! WRAL ROADS MILEAGE & SCRIP EXCHANGED COMMUT & TION 4 5 TO STATIONS OW ALL OTHER ba PULLMAN $caiP, CLERGY TICKETS AND COMMUTATION i 2 kL LOCAL ARMY & NAVY TICKETS “camnrcares,

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Ivory Garters Keep Your Legs Young! No ‘‘garter bind”’ about Ivory Garters to stifle your business pep. In them you walk with the spring of Seventeen. They set so gently, you hardly know you're wearing garters, except your socks stay put so comfortably, smoothly and smartly. Over fafler U.S, & f U.S. & FOREIGN | In Ivory Garters you don’t feel the dent of metal because there is no metal in Ivory Garters. They have no pads. They are light as a silk sock, cool as lisle, yet durable, and long-lasting. When you first put Ivory Garters on you shake off years of leg fret. Your legs renew their youth. Ask for them where you buy men's wear IVORY GARTER CO New Orleans, U.S. A “Towns are like that. If you make the most of what you have enterprises will come to you anyhow. Work from the in- side out, instead of from outside in.” The big man left the hall and went back to his special car, leaving some pained orators and disturbed chamber-of-com- merce members. It was not the sort of talk his audience had expected to hear, but it bore fruit. Later on, through the efforts | of the chamber a county bond issue was voted and every main road in the county put in first-class condition. It was found by a careful survey that there were more than thirty small industrial plants in the town, and several of them showed enough merit ~ warrant pushing along. A com- mittee was appointed to call on each one and find out if extra capital could be used to advantage. Where a plant seemed solid and well conducted the chamber officially recommended the purchase of stock as an investment. One man operating a trunk factory with six hands was able to expand into a fifty-man shop and sell his goods throughout the state; another man making gas engines increased from a twenty to a seventy man shop. Altogether the indus- trial population of the town was increased by a thousand workers inside of two years. Business men’s organizations everywhere are coming to a belief in working their own field thoroughly before going after outside enterprises, but it often happens that am- bition will run away with judgment. This occurs most frequently in towns that are just beginning to feel themselves cities, and consequently full of ambition. A local merchant goes to market on his annual buying trip; he walks round the busy retail streets of the big city, envious of the handsome plate glass and marble store fronts and the elaborate rosewood fixtures of the metropolitan merchants. He sees the big-city merchant sitting grandly in his private office, and he reflects bit- terly that in his own store back home he must wait on customers himself, wrap up packages and write his own ietters on top of a showcase. Of course the big-city merchant in his private office may be dic- tating letters te his creditors asking for more time on his debts, but the small- town man cannot know that, and he fer- vently wants his own community to grow so that he too may do business in the metropolitan manner When he gets back home he finds his chamber of commerce considering a pro- position to bring a new enterprise to town, and still full of what he has seen in the great city he is strong for the undertaking. He makes a speech in meeting stating that it is about time for this old town to get busy. and moves that a committee be appointed to put the thing over. The Orphan Shoe Factory The committee is appointed It is a deplorable fact, but true, that even serious business men will sometimes refuse to look into a business proposition too closely for fear that it may not appear as favorable as they would like to have it. The committee makes a trip to investigate the new enter- prise and comes back home to recommend that the deal be closed at once before some other community lands the prize. The prize is landed by prying twenty or thirty thousand dollars out of property owners and business men as a bonus to the new | enterprise, which locates in their midst and very probably peters out in the next year or so. Not long ago a certain Southern town of twenty thousand population became anx- ious to shine as a manufacturing center. This town was unfortunately located from a business standpoint because it was less than an hour's ride from a city of a hun- dred thousand population, with an inter- urban car going every thirty minutes. | Such a situation is always hard on the merchants of the smaller place. Any man who has ever run a store in a small town near a large city knows how it is. He may beggar himself on a fancy electric sign trim his show windows twice a day and carry the most up-to-date stock in the state; but some of his fellow townsmen will nevertheless say that it is impossible to buy anything in these small-town stores and that one must go to the city to be really suited. The merchants in this Southern town did all they could to combat the tendency of their fellow citizens to spend money in the larger city. They advertised that they could sell cheaper because their expenses June 7,1919 were less; they got their local newspaper to print bitingeditorials against the ingratitude of certain people who make their money in one place and spend it in another. A police- man was put off the force upon complaint of a local jeweler, when it was proved that the officer had taken his salary to the rival city and riotously spent it for a gold-filled watch and chain. A big sign was placed in the interurban station where everyone had to see it as he took the car to the big town, bearing these accusing words: ‘“‘ Have you tried to buy it at home?” But in spite of everything the town was handicapped by its nearness to the larger city, and so it is no wonder that the busi- ness men were enthusiastic over the plan to bring in new enterprises which should increase the population and thus defeat competition by weight of numbers. About this time an orphan shoe factory was seeking a new home. It was a concern of thirty years’ standing and had done a profitable business, but the founder had retired and under his successors it had gradually gone down. For five years it had been pressed for capital; its local bankers had held it down to a very limited line of credit. It had not been able to employ really efficient traveling men, and it had constantly antagonized its customers by asking for settlement of accounts not yet due, because it needed money. In this kind of a fix the concern heard of the ambitions of the town referred to, which wanted to become a manufacturing center, and the manager of the company went there to look things over. He culti- vated the acquaintance of the president of the newly organized chamber of com- merce and let it be known that his concern might be induced to move if proper ar- rangements could be made. A special meeting of the chamber was called and the manufacturer stated his terms, which were that the factory would come to town if the local interests would make a present of a suitable factory building and a bonus of thirty thousand dollars in money. Another Bankrupt Enterprise It was unanimously voted to accept the terms if an examination showed every- thing to be all right, and a committee was named to investigate. This committee was composed of a banker, an expert account- ant and a retail shoe dealer. Upon their return the committeemen reported sev- erally and collectively that the proposition was all right. The shoe dealer stated that the concern made good shoes and that it would be a great thing for the local shoe merchants to have a factory right in town, where the freight would cost nothing. The accountant stated that the concern must be Al because it had a hundred thousand dollars’ worth of accounts on its ledger and he had never seen a prettier-kept set of books. The banker reported that the fac- tory did not owe its local banks more than it ought. Acting on“ the report of its com- mittee the chamber of commerce put on a money-raising campaign and after much travail the money was secured and the shoe factory brought to town. In a year the factory had closed up shop, bankrupt in spite of the free building and the thirty-thousand-dollar bonus. The banker had reported that the concern did not owe its banks any more than it ought, which was true; but that was due to the fact that the banks would not lend much. Not having good bank credit the concern had borrowed from private sources, mostly from relatives of the partners, and a great part of the bonus money was used to pay off those private debts. A great deal of the money which the accountant saw standing so neatly on the books in the form of accounts owing by customers was never paid. Because the concern was in bad shape itself it could not get business from the best retailers, but had to sell those with poor ratings. And lastly, the concern had not been able to keep its equipment up to date, and so from the standpoint of effi- ciency it was mostly junk that was in- stalled in the new building. A chamber-of-commerce secretary who began his profession in a small Pennsyl- vania town and has since served in many of the larger cities throughout the country recently talked to the writer. “Tt is a universally favorite sport to blame the chamber of commerce because the home town does not grow faster,”’ said this man. ‘ Did you ever go out on a com- mittee to solicit funds for your chamber? Continued on Page 85)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 7,1919 “Jones is Dead! He bumped against an exposed electric switch” HE man with that message is on his way to your office this minute. It may take him months to get there—but if you have dangerous open-knife switches in your factory or home, the bearer of bad news is coming. The cuts on the left show the operation of the Square D Safety Switch. The switch is enclosed in an insulated, drawn-steel box. It can be operated safely by a child, fumbled for in the dark, touched with copper wire, bracelets, finger rings, wet hands; bumped accidentally with steel tools, and no one will ever be hurt. It is strong and safe. It is operated by a handle on the outside of the box. It can be locked shut if desired, or locked in the “‘off’’ position to prevent careless closing of the switch when repairs are being made on the line or equipment it controls. quare D Square D Safety Switches make Prevents Unnecessary Death from Electric Shock Is it better to have your contractor or your electrician replace your old-fashioned open-knife switches with Square D Switches, or to wait at your desk for the inevitable accident? It is nearer than you think. New production methods, new machinery, green work-péople who do not know these dangers, all are combining to electrocute some poor man or woman and the in- surance companies know it. Large industrial firms that employ Safety Engineers have already installed Square D Safety Switches. A few are: American Steel & Wire Co., American Car & Foundry Co., Bethlehem Steel Co., Carnegie Steel Co., Goodyear Tire and Rubber Co., Goodrich Rubber Co., Hudson Motor Car Co., National Tube Co., Ford Motor Co., Packard Motor Car Co., and Pennsylvania Railroad. Installed by your electrical dealer or contractor. Get information from him about Square D Safety Switches, or write us direct. Over 300 sizes for homes, office buildings, factories. "Number ne Sis- Two ag A gee ened man SQUARE D COMPANY, Detroit, Mich. gy ee ee Canadian Works: WALKERVILLE, ONT. A iittie the West New York Chicago Philadelphia Pittsburgh Atlanta St. Louis San Francisco Portland, Ore Toronto, Ont.

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ES Sk, a a OO I (Continued from Page 82) Your town’may be in Massachusetts, Ken- tucky or Montana, but I can tell in advance just what you will hear when you go out to ask for the money: ““*What has that dog-gone chamber of commerce done anyhow?’ “*People in this town don’t pull to- gether as they do in other places.’ “*The chamber of commerce in this town is run for the benefit of a few real- estate grafters.’ _ “*That chamber of commerce is nothing in the world but a meal ticket for the secretary.’ “Chamber of commerce secretaries are under constant temptation to pull off some- thing spectacular so as to confound these critics, for almost any place can locate new industries if it is willing to spend money enough. In the West and South people say it is a shame to send their raw products to the manufacturing states and then buy them back again at a long profit. Hundreds of factories have been built on that argu- ment in places where they did not have a chance of success. “Here is one small angle: Before you can develop a manufacturing center out of a farming community you must first train your bankers to think in terms of manu- facturing. Bankers in Texas, for instance, have for seventy-five years been used to loaning money to farmers and cattlemen. They know farming and cattle raising about as well as the men who actually work at those pursuits. If there is a drought for a couple of years the banker knows he has got to carry his customers until it rains; it is all a part of the game and he doesn’t worry. “But suppose a Texas banker were called upon to carry the account of a jewelry manufacturer up in Providence or Newark. This jewelry manufacturer be- gins making up his Christmas rings and brooches and lavalliéres early in May. By the first of July his salesmen are out on the road calling on the retail jewelers. But during the summer months the retail jew- eler has little use for new merchandise; he is taking in about enough cash to pay his electric-light bill and his watchmakers’ wages. This being the case the manufac- turer has to offer some special terms in or- der to get the retailer to buy anything. It has come to be the custom in the jewelry trade to sell the retailer all the goods he wants from July until Christmas, and let him pay the bills the first of January.” Bonuses Out of Fashion “This means that the jewelry manufac- turer must operate at full blast from June until January with practically nothing coming in. He has to pay spot cash for his platinum, gold and silver; his pay roll has to be met every Saturday night. And so, unless he is a millionaire himself, the jew- elry manufacturer must borrow steadily from his banker during all that time. ““Someone might figure that as Texas buys more expensive jewelry per capita than any other section it would be a good idea to establish jewelry factories in Texas. The first trouble would be to educate the Texas banker into believing that it might be good business to lend money to a jewelry manufacturer. The financier who loans money on land and cattle can at least go out and look at his security when things seem uncertain; but the banker who does business with a jewelry manufacturer has very little to look at in the way of security. There is practically no jewelry in sight, for it is shipped out to customers as fast as finished. The banker would have only the poor satisfaction of looking at a ledger in which was charged many thousand dollars’ worth of goods to retail jewelers all over America. “The accounts might be owing by the best-rated jewelers in the country and would be perfectly satisfying to a Provi- dence banker; but no ledger in the world would look quite so good to a Texas finan- cier as a nice bunch of steers grazing in the mesquite brush.”’ The practice of giving bonuses for fac- tories to come to town has been abandoned by most experienced chambers of commerce except in unusual cases. But once in a while something so good turns up that it pays to make an exception. A man who is now commercial secretary in one of the largest cities of the country got his start by locating a factory in a little New York State village. Recently he told how he did it. THE SATURDAY “It was one of those places which are found about every ten miles along the main roads of Western{New York,” he said, “with three thousand inhabitants, big maple trees meeting across the streets, two blocks of brick stores and the Eagle Hotel. When the town boys got through high school they usually went away to seek For- tune because there was not much chance at home. About the only business openings were jobs at clerking in the stores on Main Street, and none of the stores did enough business to warrant paying much salary. Most of the merchants had rather a hard time of it. The townspeople had a dis- agreeable habit of going to the neighboring large city to spend their money, because there was a theory that big-city stores sold things cheaper. About the only increase of population coming to the town was from retired farmers who moved in to educate the children and spend the balance of their lives worrying over the shiftless ways of the | renter who worked the old farm. “Some years ago-the town had its big chance. A certain manufacturing concern | in the neighboring city planned a branch factory and conceived the idea of locating it in some small town where living condi- tions might be better, expenses of opera- | tion less, and the chances of labor troubles lessened by the men owning their own homes. A proposition was put up to this New York State town by which it might get the factory, guaranteed to employ at least two hundred:and fifty men, by giving a free factory site and twenty-five thousand dollars in cash as a bonus. This meant the raising of about forty thousand dollars—a big job for a community of three thousand people, but undoubtedly worth the money.” The Drive for Funds “The same offer had been made to two other towns, which had tried to meet the conditions and failed. But they did not have a chamber of commerce; our town did. It was not much of an organization, to be sure, but it was better than nothing. I had been trying to earn a living in town by practicing law, and not having much luck had conceived the idea of starting a cham- ber of commerce and getting myself elected secretary so as to earn an extra twenty dollars a month which the office paid. “‘When the proposition came from the manufacturing concern I called the mem- bers together and told them how much it would mean to the town. The majority said it couldn’t be done; that forty thou- sand dollars meant a fifteen-dollar sub- scription from every man, woman and child in town. The township had bonded itself for a new high-school building only a | few years before and the taxpayers were still grumbling over that expense. “But I talked them into making the effort. There were only forty members in my chamber of commerce, but we organ- ized the campaign in regular big-league style; we set up a big dial in front of the post office with numerals running from one to forty, and the pointer was moved from day to day to show how far we had gone. No man was allowed to retain a shred of popularity among his townsmen if he re- fused to make a subscription. And it was no use fora man, seeing a committee com- ing, to slip out his back door, because he was called on until found and made to come out with a flat-footed yes or no. ““A good many of the merchants were in shaky financial condition, as is likely to | be the case in a small town which is near a big city; practically no storekeeper in town discounted his bills and most of them aid their accounts just in time to head off Gersedias But with the prospect of an fn- creased population of several hundred wage- earners the merchants wouid have a chance to get on a more solid footing; and so the two banks agreed to accept the note of any business man who could not make a cash subscription, giving him two years to pay the amount. “The retired-farmer class was our hard- est proposition; most of them did not care whether the town grew or not. Our only argument was that a big industrial plant would increase the value of both town and farm property. I put on a parade which included an old lumber wagon drawn by a broken-down horse and mule and manned by a very ragged farmer who was labeled * Dead Broke, No Factory.’ Another farmer all dressed up in a silk hat and Prince Al- bert coat rode in an automobile which bore the legend, ‘Rich! The Factory Did It.’ I also borrowed an old hearse into which EVENING POST 85 in the Eiffel Tower each other in every direction) racing against every possible strain and forming Diamonds everywhere. S= how the innumerable angle members cross 7 For more than thirty years, the Eiffel tower has reared its proud height against the ravages of the elements—compelling proof of the soundness of the engineering principle, “‘Diamond Construction for Strength."’ The plates of the PHILADELPHIA E&Y have the same Diamond Construction. 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Blowout as 0 ed? = X Vex This for a Leak in the Radiator Rie Nie Liquid Radiator Cement is 1- good, sensible, pern repair that is easy to sure in its effect and of benefit to Proved ucet ssful by owners nent tem Is of cat manently repairs all leaks in steam and water heating plants } or ‘ SEND THE COUPON © @@ 5 == 6 a= 5s ay 5 Durkee-Atwood Co., Minneapolis, Minn.; Cleveland, Ohio Canadian Durkee-Atwood Co., Ltd., Toronto, Canada, Manufacturers of Rie Nie Products | I put a dummy figure with long whiskers, this pleasing feature being labeled ‘We Are Burying Old Man Mossback.’ I admit that my parade was rough stuff, but it was effective. We marched round town for a whole week, headed by the Hook and Ladder brass band, and while our solicitors | went into the home of any backward citi- zen to talk him into a subscription the parade would stand outside and make all the noise possible. “As I look back it seems incredible that } we should have raised forty thousand dol- lars in a community of three thousand people where business opportunities were so poor that nearly everyone had lost am- bition; but somehow we managed it. The factory was built and inside of a few years was employing more than twelve hundred people. The town now has fifteen thousand inhabitants. Farmers have a market for their products at home instead of being obliged to ship thirty miles to the city; owners of business property get a hundred dollars a month rent instead of thirty, fora twenty-foot front on Main Street. Mer- chants can now afford to carry stocks so complete that they can compete with the city, and the boys graduating from high school have opportunities at home.’ Enterprise Rewarded Probably the most striking example of a community building itself up by one big stroke is that of a city in one of the newer Southwestern states. Ten years ago there were several towns in the state which aspired to be the metropolis, but none had definitely outstripped the others, and it looked to be anybody’s race. One morning a stranger walked into the office of the chamber of commerce in the city mentioned and inquired for the secre- tary. In ten minutes he had made known to that official that a great manufacturing plant was looking for a location for a branch factory which could take care of the firm’s business in the Southwest. The factory would employ two thousand men to start, which would mean an immediate addition of ten thousand population to the community where it located. The concern would expect the city into which it came to supply a free factory site of fifty acres and pay a bonus of two hundred thousand dollars. The secretary got his president on the yhone. “‘Come right over,” he said. “It om as if we might land something big.” In another five minutes the president was in the office and the situation was explained to him. He called up a real- estate man and summoned him into the conference. “We want tion,”” said the rounded by at least five land suitable for home sites. such property available?” The real-estate man believed there was. The next few hours were spent in an automobile looking at likely locations. By noon a tract of five hundred and fifty acres was found, near enough to the city for convenience and at a price which seemed reasonable. Option money had to be put up. There was no chamber of com- merce fund for such a purpose, and no time to call the board of directors together to authorize one, so the president wrote out his personal check for the amount. It had to be fast work because agents of the manu- facturing concern were at that moment scouting in rival cities. A full-page adver- tisement was inserted in the local news- a good-sized factory loca- president, “which is sur- hundred acres of Is there any papers of that evening and next morning, calling for a mass meeting of every man interested in the city, to be held in the chamber of commerce rooms at ten o’clock the following morning. At five minutes of ten exactly four citi- zens had responded; the chamber of com- merce men began to think they were on a hopeless case, and the president wondered uneasily if his board of directors would make good the option money he had put up out of his own pocket. But ten minutes later there was a trampling noise on the stairway and the president looking down | seemed to see the whole citizenship of his town on the way to his meeting. They poured up the stairway and crowded into the assembly room. When the hall had been filled they clogged up the stairway and overflowed out into the street, where they demanded to know why in thunder the meeting was not held in a bigger hall. The business men were asked for five hundred thousand dollars. In an hour more June 7,1919 than half the amount was subscribed. Then the meeting was adjourned until afternoon, when every store and office in town was closed while committees went after the money. In that one afternoon the money was oversubscribed, the total running up to more than five hundred and sixty thou- sand dollars. The purchase of the property was com- pleted and a sufficient space deeded to the manufacturing concern for its plant. The bonus money was paid over when the buildings had been finished and two thou- sand men were actually at work. The balance of the property, belonging to the subscribers, was laid out as an attractive addition and sold on easy terms to the employees of the plant. Inside of five years the subscribers had got their money back along with a twenty per cent dividend. The factory brought a far greater number of employees to town than the two thousand promised. Other industries followed the big plant, and at the last official census the city showed more than double the population of any other place in the state. One of the largest cities of the Middle West, which is having a remarkably fast growth, will not give a cash bonus to any enterprise, but has developed a very suc- cessful plan for bringing in new factories and helping those already established. The secretary of the chamber of commerce in this city recently explained the plan to the writer. “Oh, yes, we used to be the livest wires you ever saw when it came to getting new enterprises,” said this secretary. “‘We had some optimists on our board of directors who thought progress meant kicking up a lot of dust and spending money. We never stopped to find out if our city was a logical location for any enterprise that considered establishing itself in our midst; all we asked was how many employees would it bring? We were, in short, professional fac- tory chasers. But after we had seen a watch factory, a paint factory and a couple of truck factories die on our hands we be- gan to figure if there wasn’t some better way of spending our money than giving it out in bonuses. We found there was. Reformed Factory Chasers “First, we decided that we would see what we could do to help the enterprises we already had before hiring outsiders to come in. Like every other city in the country we had numbers of small manufacturing con- cerns which were doing well in a modest way; but whose owners did not have the capital to expand to the limit of their opportunities. We investigated such con- cerns thoroughly and where we found one worthy of it we helped it to get credit or recommended our members to invest in its stock. Last year we increased our indus- trial population by more than five thou- sand workers by this method alone. “For the bringing in of new enterprises we raised a fund of a million dollars— not to give away, but to lend on good security. For instance, a manufacturer in another state thinks he can do better in some other location and comes to us to see what we will offer him to move to our city. If upon investigation we find him to be sol- vent and progressive we make him a pro- position something like this: ‘All right, we sure would like to have you come and lo- cate here. But we won't pay you a bonus for coming. We won't give you a free site. And we won't advise our citizens to buy your stock. You will have to come here at your own expense and operate on your own capital. ““*But when you have been here a while and demonstrated that you can make good then we will help you in a very sub- stantial way. If you find your business is growing and needs more capital we will have a careful appraisement made of your plant and lend you as much as fifty per cent of its value at a low rate of interest. This is better than selling stock because you do not have a lot of stockholders who may hamper you in carrying out your own ideas. And when the time comes that you can pay back this loan the plant is yours without any strings tied to it.’ “This plan has worked out well. No enterprise comes to town hoping to save its life by means of a cash bonus or by selling its stock to our citizens. But toa man who has faith in his enterprise the lure of a million-dollar fund to be bor- rowed at a low rate of interest is a strong one.

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“THE SATURDAY EVENING POST WANTED: T. June 7,1919 AMERICANS — By Edward G. Lowry NE night in the winter of 1916 I chanced to be at dinner in a great house ir London listinguished old He wa I remember him because he wore One of the com wa aoa gentieman whose name I never learned ‘ e by all the canary-colored waistcoat Wi were sas talkir 4 pany treated with great defer other and because of what he said in England in those day whether she everybody the Un ted war and why she tall ing u ib yut into the My old gentleman spoke up strongly: That isa and the I have watched it for fifty years with my States and “ wuld come was delay ny 0 lor v ih Laking part ‘‘Don’t you bother about the United State deceiving country interesting I know about } United State own eyes, and I know its history prior to the time I have had it of emergency OF Crisis {voli shly they don't mean n personal observation, In any time he Americans begin by talking running round it They say things They talk at random. They make false settle down for action, under my ow all ¢ and circles sturts but they have never failed to do the right thing for themselves and the right thing for the world. They will do the right in the end, when they thing now “They have them what they are States and in its future. They believe it to be the greatest and the country in the world. They believe their political institutions to be the soundest and the safest that one possession, one quality which makes They believe absolutely in the United best the intelligence of man has yet devised. They accept the United States and its form of government as they do facts of Nature— the wetness of rain, heat of the sun. It has never o« curred to them to question their destiny the fundamental the coldness of ice, the Aliens Who Won't Learn English LIKE to think that was true when it was said. We all wanted it to be true, The war has disclosed that there are about ten million or probably more people in the United States who are not Americans, who either don’t believe in or don’t know anything about our ideals or our institu tions. The most immediate and one of the gravest recon- struction problems growing out of the war is to make homefolks of these foreign-born and native-born who can- not speak or read or write English and who because of the mental darkness in which they live cannot share in the common opportunity for the pursuit of happiness which this country offers to all its groups, isolated from the common life of this country, are citizens. These stagnant rich pastures for the agitator, the preacher of discontent, anarchy and Bolshevism In the twenty years preceding the outbreak of the war in 1914 about 14,000,000 immigrants came into the United States a single day packed in the ships lying in New York Harbor waiting for an opportunity to pass through the immigration station at Ellis Island. All of them were poor; all of them had been denied opportunity; most of them were ignorant and uneducated; and virtually none of them had the faintest conception of what was meant by a free.government or by self-government. thrown unprepared undertook to | have seen as many as 30,000 in all of them were fleeing oppression; These poor bewildered creatures, into a new receive in any quantity and assimilate to our standard of living, provided only they had not trachoma or some scalp If they could pass that elementary test they could become one of us, sub ject to the common perils of life in a democratic country We never paid much heed to them after they got here Great numbers of them naturally huddled themselves into racial! groups. Unless by sheer force of character they Americanized themselves we never sought to make home folks out of them, but instead applied such terms to them and strange environment, we disease, and were not anarchists or insane as dago, wop, spigetty, heinie, guinea, greaser, bohunk, hunky. We swallowed them whole; nasimilate them. When thetest and strain of the war came to us in 1917 we had a lump in our chest; a sort of national indigestion. We had swallowed something that did .not agree with us. We know what it is) The present problem is to break up that lump.” It has-been undertaken by the Federal Government, aided by state, municipal and pri- we did not digest or vate agencies A startling and almost incredible number of the drafted men were unable to read a newspaper or write a letter home. Eight and a half millions of people were found who ould not read the newspapers or the laws of their country [Three millions were dis« overed who by actual test could a word of English. Some of them had been in not speak this country more than ten years. More than 15 per cent of the people in Passaic, New Jersey, cannot speak, read or English. Nearly 15 per cent of the people of Law- and Fall River, Massachusetts, are illiterates. The number of persons already discovered in the United States who are illiterate or who cannot speak English is greater than the population of any state in the Union except one. little state of Delaware there are about 20,000 A little more than 8 per cent of the total population of the state are illiterate. Of another mall state, Rhode Island, nearty 34 per cent of the popu- lation are foreign-born. Thirty per cent of the population of New York State are foreign-born, and 31 per cent in Massachusetts. The number of illiterates among them is high. They are the sort of people you read about in the newspapers as having red-flag processions. They might be living in Mars for all they know about this country. If they cannot read or write or speak English they must believe whatever they are told. They cannot verify it. They know nothing whatever about our form of govern- ment, about municipal ordinances, about state laws, about their rights. They fairly invite, because of their helpless- ness and ignorance, the most ruthless exploitation. Of 227 aliens employed in one industry in Delaware 216 have not been naturalized and 116 have not even taken their first papers. Most of them have been in the country at least ten years. Only 36 of them can speak or write English. Fifty-one of them cannot even read or write their own language. Another industry in the same state employs under one roof 1181 foreign-born workmen speaking these languages: Polish, Italian, Spanish, Fin nish, French, Dutch, Danish, Belgian, Rumanian, Serbian, Czechoslovak, Assyrian, Turkish, Norwegian and Jap- anese. I have left out of account in this list eight Mexicans and three South Americans who speak Spanish. Of this incredible congress of nations only 256 have been natural- ized; 213 of them cannot even read or write their own language; 513 do not speak English. This condition can be duplicated anywhere in any of the states having a large foreign-born population. Can we wonder that these people could not understand the war or our participation in it; or why they should have been drafted from a job that might have been paying them as high as seven or eight dollars a day, to go abroad and fight? They do not They do mayor. write rence In the fe reign-born person out even know what is going on in their own town. not know the mayor’s name or how he became A Grateful Homesteader HE type of citizen we want to make is a homesteader such a man, for example, as one out in Oregon who, while we were at war, received a letter from a firm of law- yers in Washington offering to recover for him from the Government $150 which had been overpaid in making an entry on public land. The lawyers offered to take the job and split fifty-fifty with the homesteader. This is the letter they received in reply: I have yours inclosing contract relative to the claim of my father for the return of $150 overpaid the Government upon the entry of public land As I view the condition of this Government at this time it is no time for such items to be taken up and harassing the departments. You and your partner ought to be try- ing todosomething to help the Government and yourselves I have given personally months.of my time, and I venture it is worth as much to me as yours’and your partner's is to-yourselves, paid all my expenses, donated $500 to the Red Cross, purchased several hundred dollars’ worth of Liberty Bonds, and was one of a party that raised $33,000 for the Red Cross from a population of 3300. The reason I have been able to do this small amount is directly attributed to the fact that my father got title to the very 160 acres of land that you now seek to have the Government pay us back $75, and put $75 in your pocket I have lived in a very small community, and there is an old saying that men do not get bigger than the community they live in. Washington is ‘a large community and there “ure ainumber of the largest men we have in the United Stites reside there during their term of office, such as the President and the senators. You have the advantage ‘of growing and becoming very large. But I feel bigger than the whole bunch of lawyers sticking around the various departments and trying to suck something out of the ill- advised citizenry of the isolated districts Trusting that you will take this in the spirit I write and that I will sometime in the future hear of your firm doing something worth while Secretary Lane has drafted the ideal terms of the answer of the foreign-born to our invitation to them to live with us and become one of ourselves. We must make of these people men and women who can say: ‘We came to America to help in the making of this new land—for our own good and for the good of our children. The gate was open; we gave nothing to enter. The paths that other feet had beaten we followed. The lands others had found and fought for were given us if we would make them into homes. In the old land, the motherland, we worked for a living; here we worked that we might really live. Hope filled our hearts. In the old land, the motherland, our boys could be no more than we had been. Their way was barred by The Man Above, the man born to land and position and preference. Always there was The Man Above, to whom he must doff his hat in token of deference and subjection. Strive as he might, sacrifice as he would, there was always that Man Above—the man on the hill could not reach. For that man’s sons there were schools and professions and places of honor. For our sons there was work, work without hope, the work of stalwart healthy oxen, work for a living, not for the full life of the boy’s yearning and his capacity. The girl of his heart he could not marry, for she lived on the hill, and the hill to him was a world never to be scaled by his aspiring impulse. The way of perfect service was closed to him save as the servi- tor of The Man Above. A soldier he could be—aye, he must be—under a captain who knew him only as a shield or a spear, under a king he had no part in choosing, under a flag that gave him bounty, not opportunity.” whose place he The Land of Equal Chance “AND we, the foreign-born, are here now to do our part, our full part, in the making of America. All the thou sands of years of upward struggle, the climb from serfdom up, has led to the Land of Equal Chance. We fled from The Man Above. Here we have no master but ourselves. Our hats come off to genius, not to rank. The great house on the hill is the home of one who once was a section hand. His money gave wages till we had money to pay wages. There was hope in our hearts and that hope was blossomed into bright-eyed boys and girls; into homes where pianos play, into schools and colleges and law courts and legislatures where our boys work beside all other boys and win ahead; into honors which come with talent; leadership which comes with character; into fellowship which knows no circle besides a common taste; into a pride, a compelling pride, a spurring, life-giving pride that we are of that which we are for—this Land of Equal Chance. If justice fails in this land ours is the fault. If the torch of liberty falls or fails ours be the blame. If our flag falls all the eager and struggling ones in other lands will lose heart, all those who painted its starry field in hopeful blue and drew its stripes in courageous red will reproach us forevermore. We know that this freedom is at once our glory and our danger. For now there is no Man Above; we have no will to guide but our own. ‘We have come to the time of test. But we will not falter, we will not weaken, The Old World shall not see us break and*’run when challenged. What gained and given to us we hold for ourselves and our sons.” Aside from all social, moral and political considerations the great industries in this country, under the stress of war and the stimulation of quantity production, found a press- ing, practical, selfish, business reason for putting light into the closed and dark mind of the uneducated and non-English-speaking foreign-born workingman. In the Pennsylvania anthracite mines 43 per cent of the employees are English-speaking, and this number is charged with only 28.8 per cent of the fatalities, whereas the remaining 57 per cent—representatives of Continental Europe tained 71.2 per cent of the fatalities. Likewise in the Penn- sylvania bituminous mines the English-speaking employees represent 35 per cent of the total and are charged with 27 per cent of the fatalities, whereas the remaining 65 per cent — representatives of Continental Europe— are charged with 73 per cent of the fatalities. As regards the figures for West \Virginia, the English-speaking employees represent 67 per cent, and notwithstanding the fact that this includes 17. per cent of colored employees only 53 per cent of the fatalities are charged to the English-speaking employees, whereas the remaining 33 per cent sustained 47 per cent of the fatalities. Had the fatality and injury rate for the English-speaking Americans been maintained throughout the three groups there would have been a saving of 716 fatalities and 900 very serious injuries—a strong argu- ment for Americanization and education of the miner. (Concluded en Page 93) has been sus-

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Baked So NCORES of bakeries and restaurants are baking raisin pie such as you have never tasted before. Try it. Get it from your grocery or bake shop. for it down town at lunch today. Or ask It is baked so the juice forms a succulent sauce. The tender, flaky crust blends deliciously with the fruit. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Forms a Luscious Sauce the Juice delicacy that melts into Every bite is a tid-bit of rare luscious flavor in the mouth. Try it once and you'll never forget it—you’ll have this raisin pie two or three times a week. made with Ask for it by name—California Raisin Pie, Sun-Maid Raisins. SUN- MAID Raisins 7yY The Food-Dessert Don tk —— P order at lunch be For a light business lunch nothing surpasses California Raisin Pi. i glass of milk and a pie e of this nutritious pie. Maid Raisins. The pie is rich in fruit-sugar, one of the These raisins are swet most digestible of body fuels. It supplies fornia grapes which hav | quick-acting energy. open vineyards by th There is nothing better for men who work They are pack men who must be at top speed all day conditions in our OW) Cer ‘Calhtort That's tl “Sun CALIFORNIA ASSOCIATED RAISIN Co, your next dessert California, a great building with gla . ia Raisin Pi Because of their quality and becaus made with Sun women preter them, they now out Il all othe e reason why it’s good. ‘we t, juicy, tender Cali Three varieties: Sun-Maid S 1 (se been cure 1 in the ren ed): Sun Maid S lless (grown without un. Is); Sun Maid Cluster n th \ ler the most sanitary first-cla ealers se] them l them when hine Plant” 1 ¢ ae} vith 1

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-Ol Cook Stoves | MORE HEAT LESS CARE The woman who cans with a Florence Oil Stove has no stove <- troubles. Five minutes after she has touched a match to the as bestos kindler, she has the strong, even heat which is necessary

4 for successful sterilization. Without effort on her part, this in- tense flame is steadily maintained all the long hours it is needed. She goes about the sterilizing, packing, or sealing of each relay of jars, knowing that her Florence Oil Stove is doing its share of the work just as earnestly and conscientiously as she is doing hers. Her kitchen is a cool workshop, for the heat from the powerful Florence burners is thrown directly under the boiler. The Florence Oil Stove is as successful with the drying of fruits and vegetables as it is with canning. The automatic lever control of the heat enables the housewife to keep the

required low temperature. The ribbed sides of the Florence — Portable Oven permit the easy shifting of the drying-racks. The : arch of the oven assures even distribution of the heat. The whole A drying process may be watched through the glass-panelled door. The Florence Oil Stove burns kerosene, which is the cheapest and cleanest fuel. The glass bull’s-eye in the supply tank enables vou to know instantly when the fuel supply is running short. There are no valves to leak; no wicks to trim. Complete direc tions accompany each stove, and any woman can easily fix any part of her stove and keep it always ready for instant use. Your Florence dealer will gladly give you full information about the Florence Oil Stove. It will perform any cooking task with the minimum of labor and cost to you. The Florence Tank Water Heater with its two powerful Florence wickless burners will supply you with ample hot water » for kitchen and bathroom. Send for the Home Canning and Drying edition of the ‘Household Helper,” which tells you how to can by the cold-packed method and how to dry fruits and vegetables, using a Florence Oil Stove equipment It is gladly mailed free upon request CENTRAL OIL & GAS STOVE COMPANY 328 School Street Gardner, Massachusetts Manufacturers of Florence Oil Cook Stoves, Florence Tank Water ¥ Heater Florence Portable Baking Ovens, and Florence Oil Heater

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 7,1919 For the commoner skin troubles You wil! find complete treat ments, as well as scientific ad vice on the skin and scalp, in rEUEY Wa Vee This is your chance to make it what you will W 4 “" te ay SKIN clear, radiant! If you would have Get a t 4 ike of Woodbury’s rd a good cx mple Xion, you must take cart Facial Soap and begin today the 4 . ym TABLE OF CON TENTS continually of the new kin that ts treatment your skin needs. “ ; S 7 ; . oO w every day. ici 7 F forming eve i \ cent cake is sufficient for * } Every day, as old skin dies orms a month or Conspicuous N Blackheads n Bl hi Oily Skin ar six weeks of any ] ial il treatment and for general ' take its place. he proper care and tr Woodbury fac se for that time. Woodbury’s th y? Saale if drug stores and toilet goods ( oarsened Sk counters throughout the United States and Canada Sluggish Skin Pale, Sallow Skin, et na healthy, activ proper ansing and stimulating treatments Sample ‘ ' soap, b klet of famous treat , samples of Woodbury’s Facial Powder, nature of the skin Facial Cream and Cold Cream, sent to you To make your skin anc oO se e J r 15 cent . 1 ' ; ; . , following treatment daily: For 6c we will send you a trial size cake with a soap carefully prepared to sui ment ¢ nough for a wee k or te ndays<« fany Woodbury Facial treatment) together with the booklet Lather your wasltcloth ll with warm water and Woodbury's Facial ap Apply - re ‘ ore - it to your face and distribute the lather thor of treatments, “A Skin You Love to Touch. ivhly Now with the tips of your fingers Or for 15¢ we will send you the booklet and latin dusty samples of Woodbury’s Facial Soap, Facial your skin, always with an upward Dies Powder, Facial Cream and Cold Cream. ward motion. Rinse first with ES Addre The Andrew Jergens Co., 607 Spring work up this cl ansing, antisepti then with cold—the colder the aides rove Avenue, Cincinnati, Ohio. , , ) . by rubbing your f t rt nd itl vou it in Canada, address The Andre a plece of 1c by ret t Ii ) imited, 007 Sherbrooke Street, skin thorouv!

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(Concluded from Page 88) marked tendency toward the development of athoroughly last spring, by an act of the legislature, appropriated From a man employed by a great industry to make a_ impersonal relation between the employer and the em- $20,000 to train teachers capable of teaching adult immi

‘ study of its foreign-born employees and to devise asystem ployee. But the time for this limited relationship has come grants well. Arizona last spring passed a bill appropriating j for their complete Americanization I have gathered these to an end. Even the dullest among us have discovered $25,000 as state aid to communities for the purpose of } | conclusions: ‘In preparing the alien for citizenship we that men can never be made to function as machines and teaching the non-English-speaking residents of the state. cannot lose sight of the fact that the taking out of his that men are more valuable than machines even from ‘The ideal form of educational legislation is contained in a i papers is by far the least important step. He should learn a purely mechanical standpoint. Everywhere the indus-_ the bill introduced in Congress last October. It provides i } something definite concerning American ideals. Heshould tries are beginning to discover and estimate the cost of for annual appropriations amounting to $100,900,000, pro- yi understand that he can improve the conditions under labor turnover and to look about for means of reducing it. vided sums in equal amounts be appropriated by the } which he is living. There should bea change in his attitude We have found that one of the great factorsin reducing the states, for the purpose of aiding the states to carry on toward his work. He will grow to understand that the rela- labor turnover is the establishment of a personal relation- more successfully certain types of education which most ; tion between capital and labor is one of reciprocal advan- ship between an employer and his industry. vitally affect our national welfare. The provisions include : y tage and that each should be of economic advantage to ‘‘The most hard-headed men have come to see that the $7,500,000 annually for the removal of illiteracy, the same nk the other. It is not enough to teach men to read and speak way to attract workmen is to attach them to the industry. amount forthe Americanization of foreigners, and $50,000,- 4 English, nor is it sufficient that they are able to answer For them to feel this attachment they must have fit, decent 000for the equalization of educational opportunities within | the formal mechanical questions that are put to them in _ places for themselves and their families to live in. Their the several states, particularly in rural and village schools { 1 the naturalization court. They must eventually, ifthey are homes must be made physically attractive. In almost ‘Delaware had 9870 illiterates ten years of age and | f to become real Americans, take an intelligent part in the every industrial community we find the complaint that over in 1910. The Federal allotment, under this bill, for ‘es development of their own homes and of the community. unscrupulous land speculators are renting insanitary houses these illiterates would amount to $19,680.78, which the 1 “The safety department of an industry should also to families that overcrowd the rooms with children and state would have to equal. become a factor in Americanization. To be careless is to boarders. When considering actual floor area it is found in “The war made it clear to a surprised nation that as a be a poor citizen. To be made to feel that an industry has a startling number of instances that the foreign-born work- war measure it was necessary to develop our entire popu »| no interest in its employees beyond their work and wages ingman is paying a high rate of rent and that his only way _ lation into an English-speaking people. It is none the less tends to develop a spirit of laissez faire which is thoroughly of meeting it is by overcrowding his house with boarders. necessary, as a police measure, even in times of peace. { un-American. It has become axiomatic with us who have studied the Considering. industrial accidents alone, for instance, the ‘*Men and women who have worked among aliens have problem that a healthy condition of the body is closely state would be justified in requiring, under its police found that after all they are little different from our own related to a healthy state of mind. We now find that as power, that every person learn English, in order to put an people, except that they do not understand our language employers of labor not only must we provide houses that end to a situation so fraught with possibilities of injury, and ideals. We are too apt to assume that they differin can be maintained in a sanitary condition but we must death and consequent dependency among the workers of mental caliber as well. In every large community there provide also some means by which ignorant housewives the state. The Commonwealth Steel Company, for in- are a certain number of foreign-born men and women who may learn to maintain their houses in a cleanly way, and, stance, states that 80 per cent of the accidents in its plants have sufficient initiative to avail themselves of whatever if need be, we must insist on certain standards of living. happened to men who could not speak English, though } educational opportunities may be offered. They are eager Quite aside from the social aims of these housing schemes such men constituted only 34 per cent of the employees to get on. They are eager to become Americans. But there industries now appreciate their value from the standpoint “It may be questioned whether or not the years to come ! s also a large group of these who will allow themselves to of stabilizing their labor.” can be called a time of peace. The armistice has been be educated and helped only as they are forced through Esther Everett Lape has recently made a preliminary — signed, the rifles and guns have ceased to roar; but the economic or other necessity. It is these people which only survey for an Americanization state policy in Delaware ideas underneath the German plan for control of the the industry that employs them can reach. and has come to these conclusions: world’s trade, and the ideas they sowed to bring about the ‘‘We establish certain requirements for an individual “For years in America the great question in adult immi- Russian Revolution and the chaos that followed it — these before he becomes a naturalized citizen, and without feel- grant education has been the problem of who is to pay for forces have not signed an armistice and are not asking for ing that in any way we are menacing democracy. Indeed it. In many industrial communities where the prosperity is peace. They are mobilizing their forces in this country, as democracy depends upon the establishment of certain built up on foreign-born labor the taxpayer has greatly well as in other countries, to-day. The war to make the qualities of citizenship. But every individual living within resented any assumption that his taxes should cover the American conception of liberty, equality and democracy a democracy has some effect upon its status and its stand- education of the foreign-born in his community. This is prevail remains to be won; the first campaign in that war ards. Consequently we have found that we must establish undoubtedly the reason why the education of the adult must be to make everyone in this country understand it } qualifications not only for those who become naturalized immigrant is even yet not uniformly regarded as an entirely and believe in it; and this cannot be done until they can and vote but for those others who by their very existence legitimate function of the system of public education. The understand us when we speak to them, and know what it among us help to color our social organization. This of taxpayer argues that so long as the educational facilities is that we are trying to say.”’ } course means that we must develop ideals of life quite dif- for children are not ideal in the community it is unwar- A fifth reader, a good arithmetic, a spelling book ferent from those of the countries from which the majority ranted to spend money for night schools for adults from a grammar-school education is the surest antidote to an of our foreign-born come. The first of course is to learn some other country. unintelligent radicalism that has ever been devised. We English, but that is only the beginning. If the principles of “Here and there states and communities are beginning can only move forward as fast as the slowest among us, democracy upon which we base our Government are well to look upon the matter in a new light. Local boards of and we can’t carry millions on our backs who don't know founded there is only one way to make an American citizen, education have within the past few years in a number of where we are going or why. The restlessness that we are and that is to put the individual in an environment which instances increased their appropriations for Americaniza- told exists—the divided mind that we have shown in time will make him appreciate the responsibilities and advan-_ tion classes. Detroit is now spending $100,000 a year for of stress and crisis—-traces back directly to these bewil- tages of a free popular self-government. them. A few years ago it was spending only $35,000. New dered foreigners who have come among us but not become “With the great and quick growth of our industrial York, though it gives very little state aid to industrial of us and who will always be a menace until their minds system we have found in our industry, as in others, a communities in the matter of adult immigrant education, are opened to the light of understanding

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THE SATURDAY EVENING: POST Built-Up Layer-Upon-Layer Ba BLT S ZOU Asse pest how important is the /ayer- upon-layer construction which Goodyear employs in the manufac- ture of tubes? Does it make them stronger—longer- lived—better containers of air? Well, for nine years we have been building balloons and dirigibles, in the construction of which our first and most complex problem was that of inflation. For gas is volatile, much more elusive than air, harder to capture and hold. It was finally demonstrated, however, that rubberized fabrics, built up /zyer- upon-layer, formed the most practical container for this gas. Once this fact was established, it seemed quite logical that the same principle should prove even more successful when applied to tubes. For a tube’s sole func- tion is to hold air. We thus evolved the Goodyear Heavy Tour- ist Tube, making it of pure gum strips, build- separated to show layer A section of a Goodyear Heavy Tourist Tu upon SSA ing them up, /ayer-upon-/ayer, then curing them together, after which the valve-patch was vulcanized in. The soundness of this method was immediately established. The thin layers of rubber cured one upon the other, enabled the elimina- tion of all defects, such as sand holes and porousness. This construction also gave the body of the tube a criss- cross grain which prevented splitting if punctured. Finally, by vulcanizing the valve-patch securely into the tube we prevented all leaks at this source. There is an observable tendency among motorists everywhere to use Goodyear Heavy Tourist Tubes ex- clusively. They have learned that the slightly added cost of these thick, grey tubes is more than justified by their longer life and by the protection which they undeniably give to casings. More Goodyear Tubes are used than any other kind. he aith plie The Goodyear Tire & Rubber Co. layer construction Akron, ( Yhio HUI

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! knowledge and justice. It was they who showed the young men how to have their hair cut—and to wash behind the ears and shave daily; they who encouraged vil- lagers to rise from scandal and gossip to a perception of the great world, of politics and sports, and some measure of art and science. Claire, and indeed her father and Mr. Jeff Saxton as well, had vaguely concluded that because traveling men were always to be seen in soggy hotels and badly connect- ing trains and the headachy waiting rooms of stations, they must like these places. Milt knew that the travelers were martyrs; that for months of a trip, all the while thinking of the children back home, they suffered from landlords and train schedules; that they were Claire’s best allies in fight- ing the Great American Frying Pan; that they knew good things and fought against the laziness and impositions of people who “kept hotel’’ because they had failed as farmers; and that when they did find a landlord who was cordial and efficient they went forth mightily advertising that glori- ous man. He had not met enough traveling men at Schoenstrom. They scooped up what little business there was, and escaped from the Leipzig House to spend the night at St. Cloud or Sauk Center. It was to the trav- eling men, not to supercilious tourists in limousines, that Milt turned for suggestions as to how to perform the miracle of chang- ing from an ambitious boy into what Claire would recognize as a charming man. In the larger towns in Minnesota and Dakota, after evening movies, before slip- ping out to his roadside camp Milt inserted i1imself into a circle of traveling men in large leather chairs and ventured, “‘Saw a Gomez-Dep with a New York license down the line to-day.” “Oh. You driving through?” “Yes. Going to Seattle.” That distinguished Milt from the ordi- nary young-men loafers, and he was ad- mitted as one of the assembly of men who traveled and saw things and wondered about the ways of men. It was good talk he heard; too much of hotels, and too many tight banal{little phrases suggesting the solution of all economic complexities by hanging “‘agitators,”” but with this an ex- citing accumulation of impressions of Van- couver and San Diego, Florida and K. C. “That’s a wonderful work farm they have at Duluth,” said one. And the next: “Speaking of that, I was in Chicago last week and I saw a play ——”’ Milt had, in his two years of high school in St. Cloud and in his boyhood under the genial but abstracted eye of the old doctor, learned that it was not well thought of to use the knife as a hod and to plaster mashed potatoes upon it, as was the custom in Mac’s Old Home Lunch at Schoenstrom. But the arts of courteously approaching oysters, salad and peas were rather un- familiar to him. Now he studied forks as he had once studied carburetors, and he gave spiritual devotion to the nice eating of a canned-shrimp cocktail—a lost legion of shrimps, now two thousand miles and two years away from their ocean home. He peeped with equal earnestness at the socks and the shirts of the traveling men. Socks had been to him not an article of faith, but adetailofeconomy. His attitude to socks had lacked in reverence and tech- nic. He had not perceived that socks may be as sound a symbol of culture as the cello or even demountable rims. He had been able to think with respect of ties and damp linen collars secured by gold safety pins, and to the belted fawn overcoat that the St. ‘Klopstock banker’s son had brought back from St. Paul he had given jealous at- tention. But now he graduated into differ- ential socks. By his camp fire, sighing to the rather somnolent Vere de Vere, he scornfully yanked his extra pairs of thick, white- streaked, yellow cotton socks from the wicker suitcase and uttered anathema: ‘Begone, ye unworthy and punk-looking raiment! I know ye! Ye werst a bargain at two pairs for two bits. But even as Adolph Zolzac and an agent for flivver ac- cessories are ye become in my eyes, ye generation of wipers, ye clumsy, bag- footed, wrinkle-sided gunny sacking, ye!” Next day in the woods a happy hobo found that the manna-bringing ravens had left him four pairs of socks. THE SATURDAY FREE AIR EVENING POST (Centinued from Page 24) Five quite expensive pairs of silk-and- lisle gocks Milt purchased—all that the general merchant at Jeppe had in stock. What they lacked in suitability to touring and to private laundering at creeks they possessed as symbols. Milt felt less shut out from the life of leisure. Now, in Seattle, say, he could go into a good hotel with less fear of the clerks. He added attractive outing shirts; ties neither too blackly dullnor too flashily crim- son; and a vicious nail brush that simply tore at the motor grease that had grown into the lines in his hands. Also he added a book. The book wasarhetoric. Milt knew per- fectly that there was an impertinence called grammar, but it had never annoyed him much. He knew that many persons preferred “They were” to “T hey was,’ and were nervous in the presence of ‘‘ain’t.”” One teacher in St. Cloud had buzzed frightfully about these minutiw. But Milt discovered that grammar was only the beginning of woes. He learned that there were such mental mortgages as figures of speech and the choice of synonyms. He had always known, but he had never passionately felt, that the invariable use of ‘“‘hell,” “‘dog- gone,” and “You bet!” left certain sub- tleties unexpressed. Now he was expressing them. As joyously adventurous as going on day after day was his experimentation in voic- ing his new observations. He gave far more eagerness to it than Claire Boltwood had. Gustily intoning to Vere de Vere, who was the perfect audience—inasmuch as she never had anything to say but ““Mrwr,” and didn’t mind being inter- rupted in that—he clamored: ‘‘ The prairies are the sea. In the distance they are kind of silvery—no, they are dim silver; and trembling on the sky line are the Islands of the—of the —- Now what the devil was them—were those islands in the my- thology book in high school? Of the Blessed? Great snakes’ boots, you’re an ignorant cat, Vere! Hesperyds? No! Hesperides! Yea, bo! Now that man in the hotel: ‘May I trouble you for the train guide? Thanks so much!’ But how much is ‘so much’?’ As Claire’s days were set free by her consciousness of sun and brown earth, so Milt’s Odyssey was only the more valorous in his endeavor to criticize life. He saw that Mac’s lunch room had not been an altogether satisfactory home; that Mac’s habit of saying to dissatisfied customers, “If you don’t like it get out,” had lacked something of courtesy. Staring at towns along the way Milt saw that houses were not merely large and comfortable or small and stingy; but that there was an interest- ing thing he reme »mbe red hearing his teach- ers call ‘‘ good taste. He was not the preoccupied Milt of the garage, but a gay-eyed gallant the evening when he gave a lift to the school-teacher and drove her from the district school among the wild roses and the corn to her home in the next town. She was a neat, tripping, trim-sided school-teacher of nine- teen or twenty. “You're going out to Seattle? My! That’s a wonderful trip! Don’t you get tired?” she adored. “Oh, no. And I’mseeing things. I used to think everything worth while was right near my own town.” ‘*You’re so wise to go places. Most of the boys I know don’t think there is any world beyond Jimtown and Fargo.” She glowed at him. Milt was saying to himself: ‘Am I a fool? I probably could make this girl fall in love with me. And she’s better than I am; so darn neat and clean and gentle. We'd be happy. She's a nice comfy fire, and here I go like a boob chasing after a lone, cold star like Miss Boltwood; and probably I'll fall into all the slews from hell to breakfast on the way. But—I'd get sleepy by a comfy fire.” “ Are you thinking hard? You're frown- ing so,”’ ventured the school-teacher. “Didn’t mean to. "Scuse!’’ he laughed. One hand off the steering wheel he took her hand—a fresh, cool, virginal hand, snug- gling into his, suddenly stirring him. He wanted to hold it tighter. The lamenting historian of love’s pilgrimage must set down the fact that the pilgrim for at least a sec- ond forgot the divine tread of the goddess Claire, and made rapid calculation that he could in a pinch drive from Schoenstrom to the teacher's town in two days and a night; that therefore courtship and this sweet white hand resting in his were not impossible. Milt himself did not know what it was that made him lay down the hand and say, so softly that he was but half audible through the rattle of the en- gine: “‘Isn’t this a slick—mean to say, glorious evening? Sky rose and then that funny lavender. And that new little moon makes me think of —the girl I’m in love with.” “You're engaged?”’ wistfully. “Not exactly, but —— Say, did you study rhetoric in normal school? I have a rhetoric that’s got all kinds of poetic ex- tracts, you know, and quotations and everything, from the big writers—Steven- son and all. Always been so practical making a garage pay, never thought much about how I said things as long as I could say ‘No!’ and say it quick. ’Cept maybe when I was talking to the prof there. But it’s great sport to see how musical you can make things sound—words. Like Shenan- doah. Gol-lee! Isn’t that a wonderful word! Makes you see old white mansion, and mocking-birds. Wonder if a fellow could be a big engineer—you know, build bridges and so on—and still talk about oh, beautiful things? What d’you think, girlie?”’ “Oh, I’m sure you could!” Her admiration and the proximity of her fragrant slightness were pleasant in the dusk, but he did not press her hand again, even when she whispered, ‘“‘Good night, and thank you—oh, thank you.” If Milt had been driving at the rate at which he usually made his skipjack carom over the roads about Schoenstrom he would by now have been through Dakota into Montana. But he was deliberately holding down thespeed. When he had been tempted by a smooth stretch to go too breathlessly he halted, teased Vere de Vere, climbed out, and sitting on a hilltop, his hands about his knees, drenched his soul with the vision of amber distances. He tried so to time his progress that he might always be from three to five miles behind Claire—distant enough to be un- noticed, near enough to help in case of need. For behind poetic expression and the use of forks was the fact that his pur- pose in life was to know Claire. When he was caught, when Claire in-* formed him that he ‘mustn't worry about her,”” when slowly he understood that she wasn’t being neighborly and interested in his making time, he wanted to escape, never to see her again. For thirty miles his cheeks were fiery. He, most considerate of road men, crowded a woman in a flivver, passed a laboring car on an upgrade with such a burst that the uneasy driver bumped off into a ditch. He hadn't really seen them. Only mechani- cally had he got past them. He was muttering: ‘“‘She thought I was trying to butt in! Stung again! Like a small boy in love with teacher. And I thought I was so wise! Cussed out Mac blamed Mac—no, damnall the fine words! cussed out Mac for being the village rum- hound. Boozing is twice as sensible as me. See a girl, nice dress—start for Seattle! Two thousand miles away! Of course she bawled me out. She was dead right. Boob! Yahoo! Goat!” He caught up Vere de Vere, rubbed her fur against his cheek while he mourned: “‘Oh, puss, you got to be nice to me. | thought I'd do big things. And then the alarm clock went off. I’m back in Schoen- strom. For keeps, I guess. J didn't know I had feelings that could get hurt like this. Thought I had a rhinoceros hide. But oh, it isn’t just feeling ashamed over being afool. It’s that—won’'t ever see her again. Not once. Way I saw her through the win- dow at that hotel in that blue silky dress that funny long line of buttons, and her throat. Never have dinner lunch—with her by the road In the reaction of anger he demanded of Vere de Vere: ‘‘ What the deuce do I care? If she’s chump enough to chase away a crack garage man that’s gone batty and wants to work for nothing let her go on and hit some crook garage and get stuck for an entire overhauling. Had nice trip; that’s all I wanted. Never did intend to go clear to Seattle anyway. Go on to Butte, then back home. No more fussing about fool table manners and books, and I certainly will cut out tagging behind her! No sir! Nev-er again!’ It was somewhat inconsistent to add: “‘There’s a bully place! Sneak in and let her get past me again. Bet she won't catch me following next time!” While he tried to keep up his virtuous anger he was steering into an abandoned farmyard, parking the car behind cotton- woods and neglected tall currant bushes that would conceal it from the road. The windows of the deserted house stared at him; a splintered screen door banged in every breeze. Lichens leered from the cracks of the porch. The yard was filled with a litter of cottonwood twigs and over the flower garden hulked ragged weeds. In the rank grass about the slimy green lip of the well crickets piped derisively. The barn door was open. Stray kernels of wheat had sprouted between the spokes of a rusty binder wheel. A rat slipped across the edge of the shattered manger. As dusk came on gray things seemed to slither past the upper windows of the house, and some- where under the roof there was a moaning. Milt was sure that it was the wind in a knothole. He told himself that he was ab- solutely sure about it. And every time it came he stroked Vere de Vere carefully, and once when the moaning ended in a slam- =e, of the screen door he said “Jiminy!” is boy of the unghostly cylinders and tangible magnetos had never seen a haunted house. To toil of the harvest field and ma- chine shop and to trudging the sun-beaten road he was accustomed, but he had never crouched watching the slinking spirits of old hopes and broken aspirations; feeble oy pond of the first eager bridegroom who ad come to this place, and the mortgage- crushed, rust-wheat-ruined man who had left it. He wanted to leap into the bug and goon. Yet this haunt of murmurous memories dignified his unhappiness. In the damp tree-dimmed dooryard among dry blazing plains it seemed indecent to go on growling ‘‘Gee!’’ and “Can you beat it?” It was a young poet, a poet rimeless and inarticulate, who huddled behind the shield of untrimmed currant bushes and thought of the girl he would never see again. He was hungry, but he did not eat. He was cramped, but he did not move. He picked up the books she had given him. He was quickened by the powdery beauty of Youth’s Encounter; by the vision of laughter and dancing steps beneath a streaky gas glow in the London fog; of youth not roughhousing and wanting to be a sport, yet in frail beauty and faded crim- son banners finding such exaltation as Schoenstrom had never known. But every page suggested Claire, and he tucked the book away. In Vachel Lindsay’s Congo, in a poem called The Santa Fé Trail, he found his own modern pilgrimage from another point of view. Here was the poet, disturbed by the honking hustle of passing cars. But Milt belonged to the honking and the hustle, and it was not the soul of the grass that he read into the poem, but his own sun- flickering flight Swiftly the brazen car comes on. It burns in the east as the sunrise burns I see great flashes where the far trail turns. Butting through the delicate mists of the morning, Tt comes like lightning, goes past roaring; It will hail all the windmills, taunting, ring- ing, On through the ranges the prairie dog tills Scooting past the cattle on the thousand hills. Ho for the tear-horn, scare-horn, dare-horn, Ho for the gay-horn, bark-horn, bay-horn. Milt did not reflect that if the poet had watched the Teal bug go by he would not have recorded a scare-horn, a dare-horn or anything mightier than a yip-horn. Milt saw himself a cross-continent racer, the en- vious poet, left behind as a dot on the hill, ce le -brating his passing. ‘Lord!” he cried. ‘I didn’t know there were books like these! Thought poetry was all like Longfellow and Byron. Old boys. Europe. And bellyachin’ about hard luck But these books they’re me.”’ Very carefully: ‘‘No; they’re I! And she gave ‘em to me! I will see her again! But she won't know it. Now be sensible, son! What do you expect? Oh—nothing. I'll just go on and sneak in one more glimpse of her to take back with me where I be- long.” (Continued on Page 100)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 7, 1919 California SIS TS FIRE —a lumber which reduces the fire hazard in all types of construction California Redwood Lumber resists fire! Both in the testing laboratory and through years of the most strenuous practical building experience, this remark- able characteristic of Redwood has been established. Ask the woodsman in the Redwood district! He will tell you that in order to clear the slash and underbrush for —— a ) a better handling of the big logs, he actually sets it on fire. “SBN te q The slash burns but the Redwood logs are unharmed except yy o-_\™. a for a slight charring of the outside sapwood. Needless to a y4 ity ii say, no other building lumber is logged in this manner. ae ’ San Francisco learned of the fire-resistance of Redwood ,, through an experience not soon to be forgotten. The great fire of 1906 was checked in dozens of places where the flames faced a row of slow-burning Redwood structures. ot cag The mayor's proclamation read: “ . . . owners will be mg to Underwriters’ allowed to proceed and erect upon their premises one- nag ead ery story buildings constructed of galvanized iron or Redwood 2 times the fire-resist without a permit.” ey ee The reason for this fire-resisting quality is a natural one —California Redwood is free from pitch or resin, and there- fore hard to ignite, slow-burning, liable to char rather than flame, and easily and quickly extinguished. This is one of the several exclusive characteristics of Redwood which make the lumber pre-eminent for so Pive-pree/ deer wit many types of industrial and engineering construction. bythe Fire Undereritert For instance — Laboratories. Fire doors and insulation—Of the four woods specified by the Underwriters’ Laboratories as a fire-door lumber, Cali fornia Redwood ranks first. Its fire-resistance and freedom from danger of dry rot are the most important of the six reasons given for this preferment. Redwood is a poor conductor of heat, which, with its free- dom from rot, makes it peculiarly suitable for ice houses, insu lation pipes and boxes,cooling towers, veneer cores and other similar types of construction. Roofs and lattice trusses —As a roofing material, Red- wood reduces the fire hazard; is light, but strong; durable, and unaffected by extremes of temperature or moisture. For lattice trusses it has been proven exceptionally suitable under the most exacting conditions ; also for fire baffles, for elevator shafts, for shingles and sidings, for electrical specialty work, and for hun- dreds of other similar uses too numerous to mention. Redwood blocks for floors and pavements —Redwood blocks for floors ind pavements need no preservative against decay. No plant nor skilled labor is required for construction. Dipped in an open kettle of hot asphaltum and laid wood fibre on end, the construction is water, acid, worm, germ and fire proof, wonderfully resilient, produces no dirt « dust, 1s always of an even temperature, and resists trucking and rough usage to a maximum. Low in cost, Redwood blocks make the floor par excellence for machine shops, round houses, factories and all industrial plant and street paving purposes as proven by twenty-five vears’ te st. Ample stocks of California Redwood carried by sota Transfer, Minnesota, Chicago, Illinois, and ; Your ‘umber dealer should handle Redwood. If he does not, send j name and mention your requirements i é tii S@@ thal Vou are CALIFORNIA REDWOOD ASSOCIATION 72Q EXPOSITION BUILDING, SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA MEMBERS OF CALIFORNIA REDWOOD ASSOCIATION FAlbion Lumber Company *Hobbs Wall & Company tMendocine Lumber Company * Bayside Lumber Company *Holmes Eureka Lumber Company *Northwestern Redwood Co *Dolbeer Carson Lumber Company firvine & Muir Lumber Company {Pacific Lumber Company tGoodyear Redwood Company *Liule River Redwood Company tUnion Lumber Company TGien Blair Lumber Company \ f San Francisco, California EASTERN REPRESENTATIVES tC. A. Goodyear Lumber Company, McCormick Building, Chicago, lilinois } The Pacific Lumber Company, Lumber Exchange Bidg.,Chicago, Illinois; 103 Park Ave., New York City *Redwood Sales Company, Exposition Building, San Francisco, California A. C. Dutton Lumber Corporation, Springfield, Massachusetts

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—a lumber especially designed by nature for exacting industrial uses California Redwood Lumber resists rot—another impor- tant characteristic of this remarkable building material. The same natural preservative which has enabled the age-old Redwood (Sequoia Sempervirens) to withstand the storms and floods of untold centuries permeates every fiber and gives its lumber long life—keeps it free from decay-pro- ducing fungi and makes it repellent to destructive insects. Endurance is literally “aged into” California Redwood. Truly the venerable Sequoia Sempervirens was “produced too slowly ever to decay.” “Redwood timber possesses lasting qualities scarcely equaled by any other wood,” says Bulletin No. 38 of the Bureau of Forestry, U.S. Department of Agriculture. “Al- though very light and porous, it has antiseptic properties which prevent the growth of decay-producing fungi. This is an exceedingly valuable property which should extend the use of the wood for all kinds of construction purposes.” Oruer Cuaracteristics: In addition to its fire-and-rot resistance, California Redwood is beautiful—distinctively grained and with a rich, natural old-rose coloring; it is light, but strong—easily worked, but with a high breaking strength; it holds nails well, and, properly seasoned, Red- wood will not shrink, check or warp—due to the absence of pitch and the uniform cellular construction of the wood. Among its many important uses are the following: Tanks, vats and pipes—Redwood not only resists decay in contact with the ground, but it resists the action of acids too qualities which peculiarly adapt it for tanks, vats and stave pipe. Redwood remains permanent in shape, even when soaked by water on one side and scorched by the sun on the other And it costs less than other tank and vat material of equal efhciency. Two inches of Redwood are equivalent in insulat- ing power to approximately 30 inches of steel or concrete— another important characteristic in its favor. Railroad ties and tunnel timbers—Railroad and mining companies the world over have proven the efficiency of Red wood. For car roofs and siding, ties, bridge and tunnel tim bers, posts, buildings (interior and exterior)—these are some of its leading uses. Redwood is impervious to insects—even the dreaded white ant of the tropics avoids it. For bridges and culverts, Redwood is especially recommended. SATURDAY EVENING POST Mudsills and underground timbers—In contact with moist earth or under severe weather exposure, Redwood’s remarkable rot-res especially proves its worth. On the farm, Redwood has pa most stren i grain-bin material. In irrigate St it head-gates, ar has been use ve ucce iraining. Fence-posts, gutte curbing, ¢ r ur our tor we rat k§ perg S$ and ery es . fe and t gz the chief po ( , te. Learn ache ¢ aK ¢ ted, on the upon be and ™ iu LUMBER DEALER Re d offers a distin vew lumbe portunity for Write us for details, or get in touch with the Easterr r it ’ ber { f CALIFORNIA REDWOOD ASSOCIATI y Expos Bidg anf Ca a I am intereste California Redw I especia for the fo x e Also send your free booklets as checke cliow Redw for the Engineer Redwood Roofs The Test Fire Redwood Block Paving Redwood Lattice T es The Deca Fimbe Specialty Uses of Redwood How to F sh Redw Redwoc Lives Fe e California Redwood Homes Redw the Farm Mechanical Properties of Redwoc f-buried GOO years, rece ly dug up mili, and sar int SOU Battery of 50-ft.x 12-ft. Copper Lea NI, fy 4 ing Tanks built of Re Inaconda // Copper Mining Co., Anaconda, Mon ——e . pr! a for hauled ved mer nt

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(Continued frem Page 97 Half an hour after Claire had innocently passed his ambush he followed her gut for days he was If he saw her on the horizon he paused till she was out of sight. That he might not fail her in need careless not he bought a ridiculously expensive pair of field glasse she both her tured watched her when Onee and d by the road right rear tire and the spare were pun¢ could Milt from aw her patch a tube and pump up the 1 the dust He ached to go to her though it cannot be said that hand favorite July afternoon stoppe when before she make a town afar vas his encounter her in the streets he camped east of the town at which pent the night. After dusk, when she was likely to end the day’s drive in the first sable place, he hid his bug in an alley and ke a spy after the papers sneaked into each garage if her car was there. He would stroll in, look about vacuously, and pipe to the suspicious night attendant, ‘Seen a traveling man named Smith?” Usually the garage man snarled: ‘No, I ain't seen nobody named Smith. An’thing else I can do for you gg But once he was so unlucky as to find the sing Mr. Smith! Mr. Smith was surprised and insistent. Milt had to do some quick lying. During that interview the cement floor felt very hard under his fidgeting feet, and he thought he heard the garage man in the office tele phoning, “‘ Don’t think he knows Smith at all. I got a hunch he’s that auto thief that was through here last summer.” When Claire did not stop in the first town she reached after twilight, but drove on by dark, he had to do some perilous gal loping to catch up. The lights of a Teal are excellent for adornment, but they have no relatien to illumination. They are depend ent upon a magneto that is dependent only upon faith Once, skippering along by dark, he real- ized that the halted car he had just passed was the Gomez He thought he heard a shout behind him, but in a panic he kept going To the burring motor he groaned: ‘‘ Now I probably never will see her again. Except that thinks I'm such a pest that I dassn't let her know I'm in the same state, I sure am one successful lover. As a Prince Charming I win the Vanderbilt Cup. I'm going ahead backward so fast I'll probably drop off into the Atlantic over the next hill?” to set long-mi she x Wie her car had crossed the Missouri River on the swing-ferry between Bis marck and Mandan, Claire had passed from Middle West to Far West She came out on un upland of virgin prairie, so treeless and houseless, so divinely dipping, so rough of grass, that she could imagine buffaloes still roving. In a hollow a real prairie schooner was camped, and the wandering homestead seekers were cooking dinner be side it. From a quilt on the hay in the wagon a baby peeped, and Claire’s heart leaped Beyond was her first butte, its sharp-cut sides glittering yellow, and she fancied that on it the Sioux scout still was sentinel, erect on his pony, the feather bonnet down his back Now she seemed to breathe deeper, see farther. Again she came from unbroken prairie into wheat country and large towns. Her impression of the new land was not merely of sun-glaring breadth. Sometimes on a cloudy day the wash of wheatlands was as brown and lowering and mysterious as an English moor in the mist. It dwarfed the far-off houses by its giant enchantment; its brooding reaches changed her attitude of brisk gas-driven efficiency into a melan choly that was full of hints of old dark he auty Even when the sun came out and the land was brazenly optimistic she saw more than mere prosperity In a new home, house and barn and windmill, cornered and prosaic, plumped down in a field with the wheat coming up to the un porticoed door, a habitation unshadowed, unsheltered, unsoftened—she found a frank cleanness, as though the inhabitants looked squarely out at life, unafraid. She felt that the keen winds ought to blow away from such a prairie-fronting post of civilization all mildew and cowardice, all the mummy dust of ancient fears She dropped suddenly from the vast, smooth-swelling miles of wheatland into the tortured marvels of the Bad Lands, and square THE SATURDAY the road twisted in the shadow of flying buttresses and the terraced tombs of ma harajas. While she tried to pick her way through a herd of wild arroyo-bred cattle she forgot her maneuvering as she was startled by the stabbing scarlet of a column of rock marking the place where for months deep beds of lignite had burned. Claire had often given lifts to tramping harvesters and even hoboes along the road; had enjoyed the sight of their duffel bags stuck up between the sleek fenders and the hood, and their talk about people and crops along the road, as they hung on the running board. In the country of long hillslopes and sentinel buttes between the North Dakota Bad Lands and Miles City she stopped to shout to a man whose plodding heavy back looked fagged, ‘‘ Want a ride?” “Sure! You bet!” Usually her guests stepped onto the right-hand running board, beside Mr. Bolt- wood, and this man was far over on the right side of the road. But while she waited he sauntered in front of the car, round to her side and mounted beside her. Before the car had started she was sorry she had invited him. He looked her over grinningly, almost contemptuously. His unabashed eyes were as bright and hard as agates. Below them his nose was twisted a little, his mouth bent insolently up at one corner, and his square long chin bristled. Usually, too, her passengers waited for her to start the conversation, and talked at Mr. Boltwood rather than directly to her. But the bristly man spat at her as the car started, *‘Going far?” “*Ye-es, some distance.”’ “Expensive car?” “Why “ “’Fraid of getting held up?” ‘I hadn't thought about it.” ‘Pack a cannon, don't you?’ ‘I don’t think I quite understand.” “Cannon! Gun! Revolver! Got a re- volver of course?” ““W-why, no.” She spoke uncomfor- tably. She was aware that his twinkling eyes were on her throat. His look made her feel unclean. She tried to think of some question that would lead the conversation to the less exclamatory subject of crops. They were on a curving shelf road beside a shallow valley. The road was one side of a horseshoe ten miles long. The unpro- tected edge of it dropped sharply to fields forty or fifty feet below. ** Prosperous-looking wheat down there,” she said “No. Not a bit!” His look seemed to add, ‘‘And you know it—unless you're a fool!” “Well, I didn’t ia **Make Glendive to-night?” **At least that far.”’ “Say, lady, how’s chances for borrowin’ a couple of dollars? I was workin’ for a Finnski back here a ways, and he did me dirt—holdin’ out my wages on me till the end of the month.” “Why—uh It was Claire, not the man who was embarrassed. He was snickering: ‘‘Come on, don’t be a tightwad. Swell car—poor man with no eats, not even a flop for to-night. Could yuh slip me just a couple bones?” Mr. Boltwood intervened. He looked as uncomfortable as Claire: ‘‘ We'll see. It's rather against my principles to give money to an able-bodied man like you, even though, of course, it is a pleasure to give you a ride = “Sure! Don’t cost you one red cent!” and if I could help you get a job though of course being a stranger out here Seems strange to me, though,” Mr. Boltwood struggled on, “‘that a strong fellow like you should be utterly destitute, when I see all these farmers able to have , cars Their guest instantly abandoned his attitude of supplication for one of boasting: *Destitute? Who the hell said I was desti- tute, heh?" He was snarling across Claire at Mr. Boltwood. His wet face was five inches from hers. She drew her head as far back as she could. She was sure that the man completely appreciated her distaste, for his eyes popped with amusement before he roared on: “I got plenty of money! Just ‘cause I’m hoofin’ it—-I don’t want no charity from nobody! I could buy out half these Hon- yockers! I don't need none of no man’s money!" He was efficiently working him- self into a rage. “Who you calling desti- tute? All I wanted was an advance till pay day! Got a check coming. You high-tone, kid-glove Eastern towerists want to watch EVENING POST out who you go calling destitute. I bet I make a lot more money than a lot of your four-flushin’ friends!” Claire wondered if she couldn’t stop the car now and tell him to get off. But—that snapping eye was too vicious. Before he got off he would say things—scarring, vile things that would never heal in her brain. Her father was murmuring, “Let’s drop him,” but she softly lied, “‘No. His im- pertinence amuses me.” She drove on, and prayed that he would of himself leave his uncharitable hosts at the next town. The man was storming—with a very meek ending: “I’m tellin’ you! I can make money anywhere! I’m a crack machinist. Give me two bits for a meal, any- ” way. Mr. Boltwood reached in his change pocket. He had no quarter. He pulled out a plump bill fold. Without looking at the man Claire could vision his eyes glistening and his chops dripping as he stared at the hoard. Mr. Boltwood handed him a dollar bill. “There, take that, and let’s change the subject,”’ said Mr. Boltwood testily. “All right, boss. Say, you haven’t got a cartwheel instead of this wrapping paper, have you? I like to feel my money in my pocket.” “‘No, sir, I have not!” “All right, boss. No bad feelin’s!”’ Then he ignored Mr. Boltwood. His eyes focused on Claire’s face. To steady him- self on the running board he had placed his left hand on the side of the car, his right on the back of the seat. That right hand slid behind her. She could feel its warmth on her back. She burst out, flaring: ‘‘ Kindly do not touch me!” “Gee, did I touch you, girlie? Why, that’s a shame!” he drawled, his cracked broad lips turning up in a grin. An instant later as they skipped round a bend of the long high-hung shelf road he pretended to sway dangerously on the running board, and deliberately laid his filthy hand on her shoulder. Before she could say anything he yelped in mock regret: ‘‘ Love o’ Mike! "Scuse me, lady. I almost fell off.”’ Quietly, seriously, Claire said: ‘‘ No, that wasn’t accidental. If you touch me again I'll stop the car and ask you to walk.” ‘Better do it now, Dolly!”’ snapped Mr. Boltwood. The man hooked his left arm about the side post of the open wind shield. It was a strong arm, a firm grip. He seized her left wrist with his free hand. Though all the while his eyes grotesquely kept their amused sparkle, and beside them writhed laughter wrinkles, he shouted hoarsely: “You'll stop hell!’’ His hand slid from her wrist to the steering wheel. “I can drive this boat 's well as you can. You make one move to stop and I steer her over. Blooie! Down the bank!” He did twist the front wheels dangerously near to the outer edge of the shelf road. Mr. Boltwood gaped at the hand on the wheel. With a quick breath Claire looked at the side of the road. If the car ran off it would shoot down forty feet, turning over and over. “*Y-you wouldn't dare, because you'd g-go too!" she panted. “Well, dearuh, you just try any monkey business and you'll find out how much I'll g-g-g-go too! I'll start you down the joy slope and jump off—-savvy? Take your foot off that clutch!” She obeyed. ‘Pretty lil’ feet, ain’t they, cutie? Shoes cost about twelve bucks, I reckon; while a better man than you or old Moldy Face there has to hit the pike: in three-dollar brogans. Sit down, yuh fool!” This last to Mr. Boltwood, who had stood up, swaying with the car, and struck at him. With a huge arm the man swept Mr. Boltwood back into the seat, but without a word to him, he continued to Claire: “And keep your hand where it belongs! Don’t go trying to touch that switch. Aw, be sensible! What could you do if the car did stop? I could blackjack you both be- fore this swell-elegant vehicle lost momen- tum—savvy? I don’t want to pay out my good money to a lawyer on a charge of murder. Get me? Better take it easy and not worry.”” His hand was constantly on the wheel. He had driven cars before. He was steering as much as she. ‘ When I get you up the road a piece I’m going to drive all the cute li'l boys and girls up a side trail, and take all of papa’s gosh-what-a-wad in June 7,1919 the cunnin’ potetbook; and I guess we’ll kiss li'l daughter, and drive on, a-wavin’ our hand politely, and let you suckers walk to the next burg.” “You wouldn't dare!” “Dare? Huh! laugh!” “T’ll get help.” “Yep! Sure! Fact, there’s a car comin’ toward us. "Bout a mile away, I’d make it, wouldn’t you? Well, Doll Face, if you make one peep—over the bank you go, both of you dead asa couplin’ pin. Smeared all over those rocks. Get me? And me I'll be sorry the regrettable accident was so naughty and went and happened—and I just got off in time meself. And I'll pinch papa’s poke while I’m helping get out the bodies!”’ Till now she hadn’t believed it. But she dared not glance at the approaching car. It was their interesting guest who steered the Gomez past the other; and he ran rather too near the edge of the road—so that she looked over, down. Beaming he went on! “I'd pull the rough stuff right here instead of wastin’ my time as a cap’n of industry by taking you up to see the scenery in that daisy little gully off the road; but the whole world can see us along here—not just the hicks in the val- ley but anybody in a car behind us. Shame the way this road curves—see too far along it. Fact, you're giving me a lot of trouble. But you'll give me a kiss, won’t you, Gwendolyn?” He bent down, chuckling. his bristly chin touch her cheek. She sprang up, struck at him. He raised his hand from the wheel. For a second the car ran without control. He jabbed her back into the seat with his elbow. “Don’t try any more monkey-shines if you know what’s good for you,” he said quite peacefully as he resumed steering. She was in a haze, conscious only of her father’s hand fondling hers. She heard a quick pit-pit-pit-pit behind them. Car go- ing to pass? She'd have to let it go by. She’d concentrate on finding something she could Then: ‘‘ Hello, folks. Having a picnic? Who's your little friend in the rompers?” sang out a voice beside them. It was Milt Daggett —the Milt who must be scores of miles ahead. His bug had caught up with them, was running even with them on the broad road. So unexcitedly, so genially, that Claire wondered if he realized what was happening Milt chuckled to the tough on the running board as the two cars ran side by side, “Bound for some place, brother?” The unwelcome guest looked puzzled. For the first time his china eyes ceased twinkling; and he answered dubiously “Just gettin’ a lift." He speeded up the car with the hand throttle. Milt acceler- ated equally. Claire roused; wanted to shout. She was palsied, afraid that Milt would leave them. The last time she had seen him she had suggested that leaving them would be a favor. Her guest growled at her—the words coming through a slit at the corner of his rowdy mouth: “Sit still or I'll run you OV er!” Milt innocently babbled on: “Better come ride with me, bo. More room in this here handsome coupélet.”’ Then was the rough relieved in his un- easy tender little heart, and his eyes flick- ered again as he shouted back, not looking at Milt: “Thanks, bub; I'll stick by me friends.” “Oh, no; can’t lose pleasure of your com- pany. I like yourlooks. You're a bloomin’ little island trembling on the dim silver sky line.”’ Claire knitted her brows. She had not seen Milt’s rhetoric. ‘‘ You're an island of Hesperyds; or Hesperides. Accent on the bezuzus. Oh yes, Moondream, I think you better come. Haven't decided” Milt’s tone was bland—‘‘ whether to kill you or just have you pinched. Miss Bolt- wood, switch off your power!” “Tf she does,”’ the tough shouted, “I'll run ‘em off the bank.” ‘*No you won't, sweetheart; ‘cause why? *Cause what'll I do to you afterward!” ““You won't do nothin’, Jack, ’cause I'd gouge your eyes out.” “Why, lovesoul, d’you suppose I’d be talking up as brash as this to a bid stwong man like oo if I didn’t have a gun handy?” “Yuh, I guess so, li’l sunbeam. And before you could shoot I'd crowd your tin (Continued on Page 103) dare! You wouldn’t Don’t make the driver She could feel

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(Continued from Page 100) liz into the bank and jam right into it! I may get killed, but you won’t even be a grease spot!” He was turning the Gomez from its straight course, forcing Milt’s bug toward the high bank of earth that walled in the road on the left While Claire was very sick with fear, then moresick with contempt, Milt squealed “You win!’” And he had dropped back. The Gomez was going on alone. There was only one thing more for Claire—to jump. And that meant death. The tough was storming: ‘‘ Your friend’s a crack shot—with his mouth!” The thin pit-pit-pit was coming again. She looked back. She saw Milt’s bug snap forward so fast that on a bump its light wheels were in the air. She saw Milt stand- ing on the right side of the bug, holding the wheel with one hand, the other hand firm, grim, broad-knuckled hand—out- stretched toward the tough, then snatching at his collar. The tough’s grip was torn from the steer- ing wheel. He was yanked from the run- ning board and crunched down on the road. She seized the wheel. She drove on at sixty miles an hour. She had gone a good mile before she got control of her fear and halted. She saw Milt turn his little car as though it were a prancing broncho. It seemed to paw the air with its front wheels. He shot back, pursuing the late guest. The man ran bobbing along the road. At this distance he was no longer formidable, but a comic, jerking, rabbity figure, humping himself over the back track. As the bug tough was to be hands, leaping from whirled down on him the seen throwing up hi the high bank. “TI dare say there are plump people among the French,” I retorted. ‘And I never heard that a Frenchwoman who put on twenty pounds or so went dumb. That woman who trims your hats isn’t dumb so you could notice it. I’d thank my stars if she was. She can say forty dollars fast enough, and she doesn’t suck in her cheek either!” In the end Aggie and I gave up the French lessons, but Tish kept them up. She learned ten nouns a day, and she made an attempt at verbs, but gave it up. “T can secure anything I want, if I ever visit our valiant Ally,” she said, “‘ by nam- ing it in the French and then making the appropriate gesture.” She made the experiment on Hannah, and it worked well enough. She would say “butter” or “‘spoon’’ and point to her place at the table; but Hannah almost left on the strength of it, and when she tried it on Mr. Jennings, the fishman, he told all over Penzance that she had lost either her mind or her teeth. Aggie and I were extremely uneasy all of July, for Tish does nothing w ithout a mo- tive, and she was le arning in French such warlike phrases as ‘Take the trenches,” “The enemy is retiring,” and “We must attack from the rear.”’ She also took to testing out the engine of her automobile in various ways, and twice, trying to cross a plowed field with it, had to be drawn out with a rope. She took to driving at night without lights also, and had the ill luck to run into the Penzance doctor’s buggy and take a wheel off it. t was after that incident, when we had taken the doctor home and put him to bed, that I demanded an explanation. But she only said with a far-away look in her eyes: “It may be a useful acc “omplish- ment sometime. If one were going after wounded at night it would be invaluable.” “Not if you killed all the doctors on the way!” I snapped. The limit to our patience came soon after that. One morning about the first of August the boatman from the lake came up the path with a spade over his shoulder. lish, we perceived, tried to take him aside, but he gave her no time. “Well, I’ve done it, Miss Tish,”’ he said, “and God only knows what'll happen if somebody runs into it between now and to-morrow morning.” “Nobody will know you did it unless you continue to shout the way you are doing now.” “Oh, I'll not not so proud of it tell,” But he observed; “I’m *twouldn’t surprise Milt turned and came toward them, but slowly; and after he had drawn up even and switched off the engine he snatched off his violent plaid cap and looked apologetic. “Sorry I had to kid him along. I was afraid he really would drive you off the bank. He was a bad actor. And he was right; he could have licked me. Thought maybe I could jolly him into ge tting off, and have him pinched, next town. “But you had a gun—a revolver- you, lad?” panted Mr. Boltwood. “Um, we-el—lI’ve got a shotgun. It wouldn't take me more’n five or ten min- utes to dig it out and put it together. And there’s some shells. They may be all right. Haven't looked at ’em since last fall. They didn’t get so awful damp then.” didn’t “But suppose he’d had a revolver?” wailed Claire. “*Gee, you know, I thought he probably did have one! wrench to throw at him, though, Milt. ‘How did you know we needed you?” “Why, back there, couple miles behind you, maybe, I saw your father get up and try to wrestle him, so I suspected there was kind of a disagreement. Say, Miss Bolt- wood, you know when you spoke to me I was scared blue. I hada ” confided way back there—-I hadn't meant to butt in. Honest. I thought maybe as we were going is “Oh, I know!” the same way you wouldn’t mind my trailing if I didn’t sit in too often; and I thought maybe I could help you if % “Oh, I know! I’m so ashamed! So bitterly ashamed! I just meant Will you forgive me ? You were so good, taking care of us “Oh sure, that’s all right!” THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “T fancy you do know how grateful father and I are that you were behind us this time! Wasn't it a lucky accident that we'd slipped past you some place?” “Yes” —dryly—“‘quite an accident. Well, I'll skip on ahead. May run into you again before we hit Seattle. Going to take the run through Y e sllowstone Park?” “es, but * began ( ‘laire Her father interrupted: ‘“‘Uh, Mr. uh—Daggett, was it?—I wonder if you won't stay a little closer to us hereafter? I was getting rather a good change out of the trip, but I’m afraid that now — If it wouldn’t be an insult I'd beg you to con- sider staying with us for a consideration uh—you know, remuneration; and you could ad “Thanks—uh—thank you, sir, but I wouldn't like to doit. You see, it’s kind of my vacation. If I’ve done tickled 5 *‘But perhaps,”” Mr. Boltwood ardently begged the young man recently mally unimportant perhaps you would consent to being my guest, W hen you ¢ ared anything I’m 80 abys to; say, at hotels in the park *Fraid I couldn't. I'm kind of a lone wolf.” “Please! Pretty please! besought Claire. Her smile was appealing, her eyes on his Milt bit his knuckles. He But he persisted: ‘‘ No, scrap with our friend. I'll put the deputy onto him in the next town. Oh no, you can go on fine! The road's perfectly safe if you give people the once-over before you pick ’em up. “Picking up bad men is no more danger- ous here than it would be in New York I don’t think you showed such awfully looked weak. you'll get over this SALVAGE Continued from Page &) me a mite if we both did some time together in the county jail, on the head of it, Mis Tish. Well, Aggie went pale, but Tish merely gave him five dollars and spent the rest of the day shut in the garage with her car. I went back and looked in the window dur- ing the afternoon, and she was on her back under it, hammering at something. That night at dinner she made an an- nouncement. “T have for some time,” she said, considering—go out, Hannah, and the door—been considering the values of different engines for an ambul: ance which I propose to take to France.’ “Tish!” Aggie cried in a heart-rending tone. “And I have come to the conclusion that my own car has the best engine on the mar- ket. To-night I propose to make a final test and if it succeeds I shall have an ambu- lance body built on it. I know this engine; I may almost say I have an affection for it. And it has served me well. W hy, I ask you, should I abandon it and take some new- fangled thing that would as like as not lie down and die the minute it heard the first shell?” “Exactly,” I said with some feeling; “why should you, when you can count on me doing it anyhow?” She ignored that, however, and said she had fully determined to go abroad and to get as near the Front as possible. She said also that she had already written General Pershing, and that she expected to start the moment his reply came. “TI told him” she observed, “‘that I would prefer not being’ assigned to any particular part of the line, as it was my intention, though not sacrificing the na- tional good to it, to remain as near my nephew as possible. Pershing is a father and I felt that he would understand.’ She then prepared to take the car out, and with a feeling of desperation Aggie and I followed her. For some time we pursued the even tenor of our way, varied only by Tish’s ob- serving over her shoulder: “No matter what happens, do not be alarmed, and don’t yell!” Aggie was for getting out then, but we have always stood by Tish in an emer- gency, and we could not fail her then. She had turned into a dark lane and we were moving rapidly along it. “When I say ‘ Ready!’ brace yourselves for a jar,”” Tish admonished us. Aggie was trembling, and she had just put a small flask of blackberry cordial to her lips to “been close steady herself when the machine went over the edge of a precipice, throwing Aggie into the road and myself forward into the front of the car. There was complete silence ment. Then Aggie said in a reproachful voice: * You didn’t say ‘Ready!’ Tish.” Tish, however, said nothing, and in the starlight I perceived her bent forward over the steering wheel. The car was standing on its forward end at the ti me. ‘Tish!’ I cried. ‘‘ Tish! She then straightened herself and put bot h hands over the pit of her stomach. “T’ve burst bre a Lizzie,”’ she said in a strangled tone. ‘My gall bladder, probab ly.’ She then leaned back and closed he or eyes, We were greatly alarmed, as it is unlike our brave Tish to give in until the very last, but finally she sat erect, groaning. “T am going back and kill that boat- man,” she said. “I told him to dig a shell hole, not a cellar.”” Here es stood up and felt her pulse. “If I’ve burst anything,’ she announce d a moment later, “it’s a cor- set steel. That boatman is a fool, but at least he has given us a chance to see if we are of the material which France requires for a mo- at this tragic juncture.” ‘I can tell you right away that I am not,”” Aggie said tartly. “I’m not and I don’t want to be. Though I can’t see how biting my tongue half through is going to help France anyhow.” But Tish was not listening. She lifted three shovels out of the car, could her dauntless figure against the darkness. had and we see outlined “The Germans,” she said at last, “are over there behind that chicken house. The machine is stalled in a shell hole and con- tains a wounded soldier. We are being those what-you-call- We must escape or be shelled and there are ‘em lights overhead. killed. There is only one thing to do. Lizzie, what is your idea of the next step?” ‘Anybody but a lunatic would know that,” I said tartly. “The thing to do is to go home and make an affidavit that we never saw that car, and that the hole in this road is where it was struck by light ning <g ‘Aggie,”” Tish said attention to me, “here is a But Aggie sniffed. “Not at all, Tish serve od. “Iam the wounded soldie Tr, don’t stir a foot.’ In the end, however, we al to dig 4 ear out of the hole, o'clock in the morning Tish ce] without paying any shovel for you.”

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good taste in asking Terrible Tim, the two- gun man, right intothe parlor. Gee, please don't do it again! Please!” ‘No,”’ meekly. “I was an idiot. I'll be good next time. But won't you stay some- where near us?” ‘I'd like to, but I got to chase on. Don’t want to wear cut the Welcome on the door- mat, and I’m due in Seattle, and Say Miss Boltwood.”” He swung out of the bug, cranked up, climbed back, went awk- wardly on: ‘‘I read those books you gave me. They're slick—-mean to say interest- ing. Where that young fellow in Youth's Encounter wanted to be a bishop and a soldier and everything—just like me, ex cept Schoenstrom is different from London, some ways! I always wanted to be a brakie, and then a yeggman. But I wasn’t bright enough for either. I just became a garage man. And Some day I’m going to stop using slang, but it'll take an operation!” He was skittering down the road, and Claire sobbing: “Oh, the lamb! The darling thing! Fretting about his slang when he wasn’t afraid in that horrible nightmare. If we could just do something was for him! “Don’t you worry about him, Dolly He's a very energetic chap. And —uh mightn’t we drive on a little farther, per- haps? I confess that the thought of our recent guest still in this vicinity re “Yes, and Oh, I’m shamele If Mohammed Milton won't stay with our car mountain we're going to tag after him.” But when she reached the next hill, with its far shining outlook, there was no Milt and no Teal bug on the road ahead. (TO BE CONTINUED) started the engine. It climbed out slowly, but as Tish observed it gave an excellent account of itself “‘And I must say,” she we have all shown that we can meet emer- gency in the proper spirit. As for the hole, that driveling idiot who dug it ean fill it up to-morrow morning and no one be the wiser.” I have made this explanation because of the ugly reports spread by the boatman himself. It is necessary, because it appears that he became intoxicated on the money Tish had so generously given him, and the milk wagon which supplied us going into the hole an hour or so after we had left he shamelessly told his own part and ours in the catastrophe. The result was that —_ ing the next morning with a severe attack of lumbago | heard our splen- did Tish being attacked verbally by the milkman and forced to pay an outrageous sum in damage: sy September Tish had had the old body removed from her automobile and an am- bulance body built on. She made the draw- ings for it herself, and it contained many improvements over the standard makes. It contained, for instance, a cigarette lighter not that Tish smokes, but because wounded men always do, and we knew that matche were scarce in France. It also contained an ice-water tank, a reading lamp, with a small portable library of improving book selected by our clergyman, Mr. Ostermaier and a false bottom. This last Tish was rather mysterious about, merely remarking that it might be a good place for Aggie to retire to if she took a sneezing spell within earshot of the enemy. When I look back and recall how fore- sighted Letitia Carberry was I am filled said, “I believe with admiration of those sterling qualitis which have so many times brought us safely out of terrible danger We were, however, doomed at first to real disappointment With ¢ ything ar ranged, with the ambulance re om and our costumes made, we could not get to France Tish made a special trip to Washington to see the Secretary of War, and he remem bered very well her recommendations a the camps, and so forth, and said that had referred the matter of pyjamas, for ir Chief of Staff. He himss stance, to the felt that the point was well taken. He be lieved in pyjamas, and wore them, but that he had an impression, though he did care to go on record about it, that the chief of staff advocated nightshirts. He also said that he had a letter from General Pershing (Continued on Page 107

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST The June 7,1919 Car of 51x Days for Labor The primary purpose of the motor car today is to serve business convenience. For six days in the week it takes business men to offices, doctors to their patients, workers to factories, salesmen to prospects and travellers to trains. Why? Because it is the one vehicle that starts when you are ready, goes over any road you wish, and always saves time. more Therefore utility has more and dominated design and construction. Built to serve convenience, it must be reliable, serviceable and durable. ~ View A ~ . ty. x ? Its axles have assumed larger and larger importance, for that very reason, and more and more of the cars of average price and larger production—cars of the workers—have come to feel that they must have that maxi- mum reliability assured by Timken-Detroit. While the higher priced car properly includes features not obtainable by the average buyer—there is one thing he should have in equal measure—safety. And though Timken-Detroit Axles do cost more than others, they represent that safety and durability which should be in every car of every price.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST the Worker a) One Day for Recreation eH The recreation taken by the worker on recreation—and in that, too, they are help- Sundays and on half holidays is more truly ing men and women to store up energy for ' a useful service than is often realized. the next week’s productive effort. \

as ee een od Go out along the boulevards, or through Are these workers going to pardon any weakness the parks, or out into the country-side on in construction that results in accidents, delay, or Saturday afternoons and Sundays. What the laying up of the car on their one holiday? 4 \ i = ‘ es r ~ f \ are the cars you see? Hot much. , No, on Sunday, as much as on any other day } \ r c ~ ees > ic ” > ’ wild Pe : . < sie \ Are they oT of the “‘idle rich, used for the worker owners of motor cars demand reliability, } | pleasure only? No—not one in a hundred. and support again the policy of builders who agree } They are the same cars that you saw every _ with us that the best asset of this company is the , J I high average performance of Timken-Detroit Axles under all conditions.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 7,1919 a Na 0 ah il] De Daveindlad please write? Mr.W. Buck has something to tell him Just a yearago Mr. W. Buck of Berrien Springs, Mich., reported on two Empire Tires which had run more than 21,000 miles on a heavy seven- passenger Kissel Kar. His testimony was brought forth by the famous record of 25,000 miles ob- tained by Dr. C. B. Lavendar of Reform, Ala., on his Ford. And now Mr. Buck comes through with an up-to-date bulletin on the same tires, as follows: Empire Rubber and Tire Co., Trenton, N. J. Today | met Mr. W. Buck, about whose experiences with Empire Tires the ad was written. He informs me that the tires purchased in 1914 and those purchased in 1916 are now on a Cadillac still doing service, while the car they were on is scrapped. Mr. Buck is very loud in his praises of our line. Told me he didn’t see why all dealers didn’t stock Empires. Two of the last trips he made with his car were one in which he carried I1 pas- sengers and the other in which he carried 68 bushels of peaches. In all that time he had but one blowout and one tire ran 3 years without being deflated. Very truly yours, A. D. BRUSH. This looks like the low record on punctures as well as a high record on mileage. It stands to reason that not every car owner will have such good luck as this. But these figures do have their meaning when you realize that the average Empire in average running is delivering to the average owner a big surplus of extra miles. Step in and see any Empire dealer and find Jones out for yourself. You may not get a record-breaking mileage on one tire, but you will get a great deal higher aver- age on four tires than you ever thought possible. = Bs ae [he eer ire DULL LHLUUUI

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l > ee eae - —s (Continued from Page 103 asking that no relatives of soldiers go to France, as he was afraid that the gentle and restraining influence of their loved ones would impair their taste for war. Aggie and I began to have a little hope at that time, and Aggie tore up a will she had made leaving her property to the Red Cross, on condition that it kept up Mr. Wiggins’ lot in the cemetery. But just as we were feeling more cheerful Aggie had a warning. She had been reading everywhere of the revival in spiritualism, and once be- fore when she was in doubt she had been most successful with a woman who told the future with the paste letters that are used in soup. She went to a clairvoyant and he told her to be very careful of high places, and that the warning came from someone who had passed over from a high place. He thought it was an aviator, but we knew bet- ter, and Aggie looked at me with agonized eyes. Aggie has said since that when she was in her terrible position at \ she re- membered that warning, but of course it was too late then It was when we had gone back to the city that we realized that Tish was still deter- mined to get to France. Only two days after our return she came in with a book called Military Codes and Signals, and gave it to Aggie. She had it marked at a place which told how to signal at night with an electric flashlight, and from that time on for several weeks she would sit in her win- dow at night, with Aggie on the pavement across the street, also with a pocket flash, both of them signaling anything that came into their heads. It was rather hard on Aggie on cold evenings, and I remember very well that one night she came in and threw her flashlight on the floor, and then burst into tears. “I’m through, Tish,” she said, “‘and that’s all there is to it! I’ve stood being frozen until my feet are so cold I can’t tell one from the other, but I draw the line at being insulted.” “TInsulted?” Tish said. “If you are go- ing to mind trifles when your country’s safety is in question you'd better stay at home } , Well, it seems that by way of conversa- tion Aggie had flashed that the wretch with the cornet who rooms above Tish’s apart- ment was at the window watching and she wished he'd fall out and break his neck. He had then put out his own light and had appeared in the window again, and had flashed in the same code: ‘Come, birdie, fly with me.” For certain reasons I have decided not to reveal how Tish finally arranged that we should get to France. As the Secretary of War says, it might make him very un- popular with the many women he had been obliged to refuse It is enough to say that the wonderful day finally came when we found ourselves on the very ocean which had carried Tish’s nephew on his glorious mission. Aggie was particularly exalted as we went down the bay, escorted by en- circling aéroplanes. am not a brave woman, Tish,” she said softly, ‘‘but as I look back on that glorious sky line I feel that no sacrifice is too great to make for it. 1 am ready to do or die.” “Humph,” said Tish. ‘Well, as far as I’m concerned, after the prices they charged me at that hotel the Germans are welcome to New York. I'd give it to them and say ‘Thank you’ when they took it.” We then went below and tried on our life-preserving suits, which the clerk at the steamship office had rented to us at fifteen dollars each He said they were most essential, and that when properly inflated one could float about in them for a week. Indeed, as Tish said, with a compass and a small sail one could probably make the nearest land, such as the Azores, supporting life in the meantime with ship's biscuits, and so on, in waterproof packages, carried in the pockets provided for the purpose. She did indeed go so far as to place a bottle of blackberry cordial in the pocket of each suit, and also a small tin of preserved gin- ger, which we have always found highly sustaining sut we were somewhat uneasy to discover that it required a considerable length of time to get into the suits We had barely got into them when we heard a bugle blowing and men running. Just after that an alarm bell began to ring, and Aggie said “It has come!” and as usual commenced to sneeze violently. We ran out on deck, dear Tish saying to be calm, as more lives were lost through ex- citement than anything else; though she herself was none too calm, for when we found afterward that it was only a lifeboat drill I discovered that she was carrying her silver-handled umbrella. Everyone was on the deck, and I must say that we were followed by envious glances. As we had inflated the suits they were not immodest, effectually concealing the lines of the figure, but making it diffi- cult to pass through doorways. There was a very nice young man on deck, in a Red Cross uniform, and he said that as he was the only male in our lifeboat he was pleased to see that three of the eighteen ladies in it were prepared to take care of themselves. He said that he felt he would probably have his hands full saving the fifteen others. “Not,” he added, “that I should feel comfortable until you were safely in the boat anyhow. I should not like to think of you floating about, perhaps for weeks, and possibly dodging sharks and so on.” Tish liked him at once, and said that in case of trouble if the boat were crowded we would only ask for a towing line. It was while this conversation was going on that Aggie suddenly said: ‘I’ve changed my mind, Tish, I’m not going.” Well, we looked at her. She was a green color, and she said she’d thank us to put her off in something or other and let her go back. She wasn’t seasick, but she just didn’t care for the sea. She never had and she never would. And then she said ‘‘ Ugh!” and the Red Cross man put his arm round her as far as it would go in the rubber suit, and said that certainly she was not seasick, but that some people found the sea air too stimulating, and she'd better go below and not get too much of it at first. He helped us get Aggie down to her cabin, but unluckily he put her down on Tish’s knitting. We had the misfortune to hear a slow hissing sound, and her inflated suit began to wilt immediately, where a steel needle had penetrated it. Even then both Tish and I noticed that he had a sad face, and later on, when we had put Aggie to bed in her life suit, for she refused to have it taken off, we sat in lish’s cabin across, listening to Aggie’s moans and to his story. Tish had immediately demanded to know why he was not in the uniform of a fighting man, and he said at once: “I’m glad you asked me that. I’ve been wanting to tell the whole ship about it, but it’s so darned ridiculous I've tried every branch and f they’ve all turned me down, for a—for a physical infirmity.” “Flat feet?"’ Tish asked. “No. The truth is, I’ve had a milk leg Fact. I know it is—er—generally limited to the other sex at-—er—certain periods. But I’ve had it. Can’t hike any distance. Can't run. Couldn't even kick a Hun,” he added bitterly. ‘‘And what’s more, there's a girl on this ship who thinks I’m a slacker, and I can’t tell her about it. She wouldn't believe me if I did—though why a fellow would make up a milk leg I don’t know. And she'd laugh. Everybody laughs. I've made a lot of people happy.” ““Why don’t you tell her you have heart disease?’’ Tish inquired in a gentler tone. Though not young herself she has pre served a fine interest in the love affairs of youth. “Oh, I’ve got that all right,’’ he said gloomily. ‘But it’s not the sort that keeps a fellow out of the Army. It’s—well, that doesn’t matter. But suppose I told her that? She wouldn’t marry me with heart dise ase - ‘Tish!” Aggie called faintly. In the end we were obliged rubber suit off with the scissors, as she not only refused to get up but wanted to drown if we were torpedoed. We therefore did not see the young man again until evening, and then he was with a very pretty girl in a Y. M. C. A. uniform. We had gone up on deck for air, and Tish was looking for tl captain. She had a theory that if we could put Aggie in a hammock she would fee! better, as the hammock would remain stationary while the ship rocked. Just as we passed them the girl said: “He's the best-looking man on the ship anyhow. And he’s a captain in the infantry. He says it is the most dangerous branch of the sery ice l to cut the “Oh, he does, does he?” said the Red Cross young man. “Well, you'd better wait six months before you fall too hard for him. He may get his face changed, and there isn’t much behind it.” THE SATURDAY ently. ‘What EVENING POST He spoke quite savagely, and both Tish and I felt that he was making a mistake, and that gentleness, with just a suggestion of the cave man beneath, would have been more efficacious. Indeed when we knew Mr. Purton better—-that was his name we ventured the suggestion, but he only shook his head. “You don’t know her,” he said. “She i the sort of girl who likes to take the soft spoken fellow and make him savage. And when she gets the cave type she wants to tame him. I've tried being both, so I know I'm damned—I beg your pardon—I'm cursed if I know why I care for her. I sup- pose it’s because she has about as much use for me as she has for a dose of Paris green. But if you hear of that Weber who hangs round her going overboard some night, I hope you'll understand. That's all.” That conversation, however, was later min the voyage. That first night out Tish saw the captain and he finally agreed, if we said nothing about it, to have a sailor's hammock hung in Aggie’s cabin. “Tt wouldn’t do to have it get about, madam,” he said. ‘‘ You know how it is I'd have all the passengers in hammocks in twenty-four hours, and the crew sleeping on the decks. And you know crews are touchy these days, what with submarines and chaplains and young shave-tails of officers who expect to be kissed every time they’re asked to get off a coil of rope.” We promised secrecy, and that evening a hammock was hung in Aggie’s cabin. It was not much like a hammock, however, and it was so high that Tish said it looked more like a chandelier than anything else. Getting Aggie into it required the steward, the stewardess, Mr. Burton and ourselves, but it was finally done, and we all felt easier at once, except that I was obliged to stand on a chair to feed her her beef tea However, just after midnight Tish and I in our cabin across heard a terrible thud, followed by silence and then by low, dread- ful moans. Aggie had fallen out. She did not speak at all for some time, and when she did it was to horrify Tish. For she said: **Damnation!” Tish immediately turned and left the yin, leaving me to press a cold knife against the lump on Aggie’s head and to put her back into her berth 1 the hammock absolutely. She said she had forgotten where she was, and had merely reached out for her bedroom slippers, which were six feet below, when the whole thing had turned over and thrown her out She insisted that she did not remember saying anything improper, but that the time Tish’s horse had thrown her in the cemetery she had certainly used strong lan guage, to say the least. I remember telling Tish this, and she justified herself by the subconscious mind, which she was studying at the time. She said that the subconscious mind stored up all the wicked words and impulses which the conscious mind puts virtuously from it And she recalled the fact that Mr. Oster- maier, our clergyman, taking laughing gas to have a tooth drawn, tried to kiss the dentist on coming out, and called him a sweet little thing—though Mrs. Ostermaier is quite a large woman. We became quite friendly with Mr. Bur- ton during the remainder of the voyage. He formed the habit of coming down ever; evening before dinner to our cabin and having a dose of blackbe pre vent seas kne “I’ve had it before,”” he said on one = 1e 18 She refi occasion, “‘but never with such—er—me dicinal qualitie You don’t put anything in it but blackberries, do you?” “Only a little alcohol to preserve it,”’ I told him with some pride I genera make it myself. ‘“*T will say this for it: ] reserved,”’ he said, and filled up the toot! mug again. It was after that that he told us that Hilda had refused to marry him, and was flirting outrageously with Captain Weber. It’s extremely we ‘I only say this,” he added gloomily: ‘He's right when he says he belongs in the infantry. He's got the photographs of five oungsters in his cabin; or he did have He's probably hidden them now “Why don't you tell her?’’ Tish de manded. ‘Why should I? he wants to,” he Let her make a fool of aid despond chance have I against a ’ If it wasn’t this She’s got her eye shipload of ’em, anyhow? one it would be another. on a tank now, and she’s only waiting for that aviator to forget his stomach to sit at 107 his feet and worship. God only knows what would happen if we had a Croix de Guerre on board.” He sat for some time, sipping the black berry cordial and looking into space. “I've got it figured out this way,” he said at last: ‘I’ve got to pull off something over there. That's all. Got to get in the papers and get a medal and a wooden leg She'd stand for a wooden leg better than a milk one,”’ he added viciously Both Aggie and I noticed that Tish re garded him with a contemplative eye, and from that time on she spent at least a part of every day with him. He paid no atten tion at all to Hilda from that time on, and one morning while Tish and Mr. Burton were walking by her chair she dropped a book. But he did not seem to see it, and that evening the captain moved over to her table, and Mr. Burton was very gay, but ate hardly any dinner. We all went in the same train to Paris, and he had a sort of revenge then. For the captain could not speak French, and she had to ask Mr. Burton to order her dinner for her. But he ordered only one, and the captain was furious, naturally. ‘Look here, Burton,” he said, “I'm here you know.” “Why, so you are,”’ said Mr. Burton coldly. ‘‘Il hadn't noticed you.” ‘*How the devil can I make that woman understand that I’m hungry?” Mr. Burton reflected. “I'll tell you,” he said: “You might open your mouth and point down your throat Most of these French know the sign language.”’ He turned away then, and I saw a gleam of triumph in Tish’s eye. She leaned over to him “She’s furious that he can't peak French,”’ she said. ‘Talk to me in French, and don't mind what I say. The only thing I can remember is a list of a hundred nouns. I'll string them together somehow There was a French officer near us, and I saw him watching Tish carefully as the conversation went on. She said afterward that as near as she could make out Mr Burton was telling the history of the coun- try we went through, and that when he paused she would say in French: ‘Hand kerchief, fish, trunk, pencil, book, soup,” or some such list But it impressed Hilda; I could see that It was some time before we got out of Paris, and the news we had of Charli Sands was that he was at the | \ , Which was held by the enemy. Tish went out and bought a map, and decided that she would be sent in that direction or nowhere. But for several weeks nothing happened, and she found the ambulance had come and was being used to carry ice cream to convalescent hospitals round Pari What was more, she could not get it back For once I thought our dauntless Tist was daunted. How true it is that we forget t success in present failure! But after a number of mysterious absences she came into my room after Aggie had gone to bed and said: ‘I’ve found where they keep it.” **Keep what?” “My ambulance ront, near I was putting my hair on wavers at thie time, and I saw in the mirror that she had her hat and coat on, and the express he wears when she has decided to brea tne av “I’m not going to spend this night in a I eT ! i ; h ¢ rin I : l i 1 ‘Very we * she retorted ind turned to go out. But the thought of Tish alone, embarked on a dangerous enter} ‘ ist ich for me, and I called her bach I'll ge I said, ‘‘and | teal, if that hat u're up t But I'ma f ind I know it. You can’t decejve a lot of Frenct men with your handkerchief-fish-trunl pencil stuff And you "t book 1 oysters yourself out of jai “T’m taking my ow! and or n own,” Tish said with dignit Well, I dressed and we went out into the street. I tried to tell Tish that even if we got it we couldn't take it home and hide it under the bed or in a bureau drawer, but he was engrossed it her own thoughts, and besides. the streets were entirely dark and not a taxicab anywhere he had a city map however, and a flashlight, and at last about two in the morning we re hed the treet where she said it wa tored 1n a garage was limping | that time, and there g b ‘ were cold chills running up and down my Continued on Page 110)

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Continued from Page 107 mut Tish was quit there wa and running madly disappearing, we in his hand ocked me down oved on without ight ip to her he ( whic ilf a dozen met iy and rar i long breath e? he aid ‘ er those whose motive f compelled to ce There was a terrible down the lround u which are rtain method crash at thi treet, followed by ethical,” might as well another a chance Lizz " y lay drop a quave bending ba ke ected on Tish during t} at inner in which she retl ilm m tank of her ambul ich she flung out six empty m freezers, and the perfect aplomb ‘ich she kicked the tire to see if ntained sufficient air. For 1 have admi am not so » the ince,.on uc h nothing but certain as t ratior mental ‘ which permittes r calmly to tires fron and to them into the ambu Perhaps there is with in element of ruthlesene three spare all true gre Or perhaps she to the are certain itne iby equenttly ent conscience money There interr Red Cross anonymous! matter which | do not | “a till itting on the wate her board inhaling my smelling salts, ind we got irted. Justa from the When Tis he took a flying tep beside u the ado you think Englis! running of a limousin wher mounced all ready ng seat and st ut a mat ime if to yell at treet and bea paid no attention to him leap and landed on the Here, what doing? he said it you ‘Where’ t rned out yi He wa vost flung him into Hey, ¢ whoever Grogar llar probably, ar ry at re fast. Unluecl the fou almost im ind we wunyg m ly from one other And then, too, we the hole " had made, and le bump. The man hut Tish wa yla ing very } treet cut all to the struck wentintoit withat disappeared immedi ged gear ind the car iwled « other side This motor will go anywhere, Lizzi he said easily ‘I feel that my judgment entirely vi Where's th Killed, probably,” I certain a 1 hope n,”” sl replied with t it will be quite compo ed. She np char mut on the at mar retorted with a kindly upposed tolerance a bomb did sa matter of fact the Her ing reported the mir \mer ole, reco ald next morn- aculous escape of an \ edge of a shell one of an found on the vet but showing hell hoek being con yen had stolen and had run it attempt to kill him 1 © us at breakfast, and 1 merely rved that it was very sad, ind that she proposed studying shell shock at the Front Not until months later did we tell Aggie the story of that night. vering, ults of at two Ww a car the into THE SATURDAY That morning Tish disappeared, and at ame back that she had at last secured the ambulance, and that we vould start for the Front at once. Privately he told me that in a pocket of the car she had found permits to get us out of Paris, but that the car would be missed before long, and that we would better start at oon she ¢ to say once It what Db it nteresting versation with that a ‘Hello!’ he like moving or wT) back and recall with ve prepared to leave. And too, to remember the con- Mr. Burton when he called 1 loo} trange to thenes “This brave iid, glar ing about. look Where to, oh, and radiant spirit “We haven't quite decided,” Tish said. She was cleaning her revolver at the time. ‘You haven't decided! Great Scott, aven't you any Or any permits?” ‘All that are necessary,” -Tish~ said, squinting into the barrel of her revolver “ Aggie, don’t forget your hay-fever spray.” **But look here,”” he began, “you know this is France in wartime. I hate to throw a wrench into the machinery, but travel a mile in this country having about a million papers. arrested; you'll be ‘Young man,’ order no one without You'll car Tish said quietly, pour- ing oil on a rag, “I was arrested before you were born. Aggie, will you order some tea? And make mine very weak.” ‘Weak tea!” he repeated with a sort of groan. “‘Weak tea! And yet you start for the Front, picking out any trench that takes your fancy, and—weak tea! And I am going to St.-Nazaire! I,a man, witha man’s stomach and a mad affection for a girl who thinks I prefer serving dough r 1uts to fighting! I do that, while you “Why do you goto mnt Nazaire x Tish inquired. ‘“‘You can sit with Aggie inside the ambulance, and I’m sure you could be useful, changing tires, and You could imply disappear, you know. That is what we intend to do.”’ ‘I'll have a cup of tea,” he said in a trange “Very please; eem rather dazed.” “I figure tl ting down her reve ng up her knitting: “I don't ambulance loaded with cigarette ( ck candy and chocolate, with perhap for lemon ade, is going to be stopped anywhere as ong as it’s headed for the Front. I under- stand they don’t stop ambulances anyhow. If they do you can stretch out and pretend wounded. This is one way in which you can be very useful be ing wounded ia He took all his tea at a gulp, and then looked round in an almost distracted man- ner ‘Certainly,” he said. “Of course, It’s You— you don’t mind, moment to arrange ll mussed up. seems to be all think clearly, but somehow oon strong, went on, put- lemor to be ill perfectly | suppose, if I my mind? It Apparently I or other imple take a } ry eveTal motive are actuated ‘ heel went on, beginning to turn the ‘First of all, my nephew is at I want to be near him. Lama woman, and he is all I have. I fancy the boys have the Tish of the the Front childle Second, ock more cigarettes and 18) better for them, though I disapprove of cigarettes generally. And finally. I do not intend to let the t thing in my lifetime go by without a part of it, the most humble manner.” Entirely reasonable too,”’ he tut he still had a strange expression on his face, and soon after that he said he'd walk round a little in the air and then come and tell us his decision At five o'clock he was back and he very pale and wore what Aggic a haunted look. He stalked in and stood, 1is cap in his hand a ye go,” he said. me give a—I don’t care whe or not. That's clear, as you will, Miss Tish, means moving right along and then I'll keep on going.” ‘You've seen Hilda!’’ Aggie exclaimed with the intuition of her own experience in matters of the heart. I've her,”” he wasn't looking for her. I've given that up. She was with that— well, you know. If I had any sense I'd have stolen those photo- graphs and mailed them to her, one‘at a time Five days, one each day, I'd have a ‘You. might save-all that Germans,” Tish said. “I on our bigge having been even in said back was considered ll go, and I don't ther I come back isn’t it? I'll go as far and I take it that I'll go the re, said grimly. “I seen for. the care to hate don't EVENING POST promise anything, but I have an ide a that you may have a chance to use it. And again, as always, our dear Tish was right. We left Paris that evening. We made up quite comfortable beds in the ambulance, which had four new tires and which Tish with her customary forethought had filled as full as possible with cigarettes and candy. I have never inquired as to where Tish secured these articles, but I have learned that very early Tish adopted an army term called salvage, which seems to consist of taking whatever is necessary wherever it may be found. For instance, she has al- ways referred to the night when she sal- vaged the ambulance and the extra tires; and the night later on, when we found the window of a warehouse open and secured cases of oranges for some of our boys who had no decent drinking water, she also referred to our actions at that time as Saivage In fact, so common did the term become that I have he ard her speaking of the time we salvaged the town of V —, In re the matter of passports—in re is also military, and means referring to, or concerning; I find a certain tendency my- self to use military terms. In re the matter of passports and permits, since the authen- ticity of our adventure has recently been challenged here at home, particularly in our church, though we have been lifelong members, it is a strange fact that we never required any. The sacred emblem on the ambulance and ourselves, including Mr. Burton, was amply sufficient. And though there were times when Mr. Burton found it expedient to lie in the back of the car and emit slow and tortured groans I have always contended that it was not really necessary in the two months which followed. OverthosetwomonthsI shall pass lightly. Our brave Tish was almost incessantly at the wheel, and we distributed uncounted numbers of cigarettes and so on. We had, naturally, no home other than the ambu- lance, but owing to Tish’s forethought we found, among other articles in the secret compartment under the floor, a full store of canned goods and a nest of cooking kettles. With this outfit we able to supple- ment when necessary such provisions as we purchased along the way, and even now and then to make such occasional delicacies as cup custard or to bake a few muffins or small sweet cakes. More than once, too, ve have drawn up beside the road where troops were passing, and turned out some really excellent hot doughnuts for them. Indeed I may say that we became quite well known among both officers and men, being called The Three Graces. But when so many were doing similar work on a much larger scale our poor efforts are hardly worthy of record. Only one significant! We moved slowly but inevitably toward the Front, and toward hat portion of the Front where Charlie Sands was serving his country. During all this time Mr. Burton never mentioned Hilda but once, and that was to state that he had learned Captain Weber was a widower. ‘Not that it me,”’ he said. morrow as far as seven were thing is makes any difference to “She can marry him to- I'm concerned. I've for- gotten her, practically. If I marry it will be of these French girls They can cook anyhow, and she can’t. Her idea of a meal is a plate of fudge.” ‘He's really breaking his heart for her, Aggie confided to me later. “ Do you notice how thin he is? And every time he looks at the moon he sighs.” “So do I,” I said tartly; “‘and I’m not in love either. Ever since that moonlight night when that fool of a German flew over and dropped a bomb onto the best layer cake I've ever baked I’ve sighed at the moon too.’ But he was thinner, and when the weather grew cold and wet and we suggested flan- nels to him as delicately as possible he refused to consider them. “I'd as soon have pneumonia as not,” he said. “It’s quick and easy, and—anyhow we need them to cover the engine on cold nights.” It was, I believe, at the end of the seventh week that we drew in one night at a small village within sound of the guns. We limped in, indeed, for we had had one of our fre- quent ' blowouts, and had no spare tire. Seattering as was our custom, we began a search for an,extra tire, but without re- sults.’ There’was only one machine in the town, and that. belonged to.General Per- shing. We knew it at once by the four stars. one ” June 7,1919 As we did not desire to be interrogated by the commander in chief we drew into a small alleyway behind a ruined house, and Aggie and I cooked a Spanish omelet and arranged some _lettuce-and-mayonnaise sandwiches Tish had not returne d, but Mr. Burton came back just as I was placing the meal on the folding table we carried for the purpose, and we saw at once that some- thing was wrong. He wore a look he had not worn since we left Paris. ‘Leg, probably,” I said in an undertone to Aggie. He was subject to attacks of pain in the milk leg. But Aggie’s perceptions were more ten- der. ‘Hilda, most likely,” she said. However, we were distracted by the ar- rival of Tish, who came in with her cus- tomary poise and unrolled her dinner napkin with a thoughtful air. She commented kindly on the omelet, but was rather silent. At the end of the meal, however, sh« said: “If you will walk up the road past the Y. M. C. A. hut, Mr. Burton, it is just possible you will find an extra tire lying there. I am not positive, but I think it likely. I should continue walking until you find it.” ‘Must have seen a rubber plant up that way,” Mr. Burton said, rather disagreeably for him. He was most pleasant usually. “T have simply indicated a possibility,” Tish said. “‘ Aggie, I think I'll have a small quantity of blackberry cordial.” With Tish recourse to that remedy indi- cated either fatigue or a certain nervous strain. That it was the latter was shown by the fact that when Mr. Burton had gone she started the engine of the car and suggested that we be ready to leave at a moment’s notice. She then took a folding chair and placed herself in a dark corner of the ruined house. “If you see the lights of a car appro: uC h- ing,” she called, ‘ ‘just tell me, will you? However, I am happy to say that no car came near. Somewhat later Mr. Burton appeared rolling a tire ahead of him, and wearing the dazed look he still occasionally wore when confronted with new evidences of Tish’s pe 9 “Well,” he said, staring at Aggie and myse If, ‘she true Kither that or ‘Mr. Burton,” Tish called, ‘‘do you mind hiding that tire until morning? We found it and it is ours. But it’s unnecessary to excite suspicion at any time.” lam not certain that Mr. Burton’s theor; is right, but even if it is ] contend that war is war and justifies certain practices hardly to be condoned in times of peace. Briefly, he has always maintained that Tish being desperate and arguing that the C.inC “whia h is military for commander in chief—-was able to secure tires whenever necessary—that Tish had deliberately un- fastened a spare tire from the rear of Gen- eral Pershing’s automobile; not of course actually salvaging it, but leaving it in a position where on the car’s getting into motion it would fall off and could then be salvaged. I donot know. I do know, however, that Tish retired very early to her bed in the ambulance. As Aggie was heating water for a bath, having found a sheltered horse trough behind a broken wall, I took Mr. Burton for a walk through the town in an endeavor to bring him to a more cheerful frame of mind. He was still very low- spirited, but he offered no confidences until we approached the only undestroyed build- ing in sight. He stopped then and sug- gested turning back. “it’saY hut,” he said. “* We'll be about as welcome there as a skunk at a garden party.” I reprimanded him for this, as I had found no evidence of any jealousy between the two great welfare organizations. But when I persisted in advancing he said: ‘“‘ Well, you might as well know it. She’s there. I saw her through a window.” ‘What has that got to do with my get- ting a bottle of vanilla extract there if they have one?” “Oh, she'll have one probably; she uses it for fudge! I’m not going there, and that’s flat.” ‘I thought you had forgotten her.” “T have!” he said savagely. ‘‘The way you forget the toothache. But I don’t go round boring a hole in a tooth to get it again. Look here, Miss Lizzie, do you know what she was doing when I saw her? She was dropping six lumps of sugar into a (Continued on Page 112 dropping the tire and dreamed

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(Continued from Page 110) “up of something for that —that she’ s gone bugs about.” ‘That's what she’s here “Oh, it is, is it?”’ he snarled ‘Well, doing it for the fellow with a who was standing beside a line of about twenty fel- in their own sugar, all parent for.” she wasn’t cauliflower ear him. There was lows there putting right - “*T'll tell a serious tone, are just as well as they are a disposition for marriage you'll make her happy, ¢ her its “Oh, I'll not get her,” he retorted roughly. “As a matter of fact, I don’t want her. I’m cured. I'’mascuredasa ham. She can feed sugar to the blamed Army, as far as I'm concerned. And after that she can go home and feed sugar to his five kids, and give ‘em and sit up at night and ‘ I left him you this, Mr. Burton,” I said in “sometimes I think things You haven't I don’t believe ven if you do get ee whoie colle still muttering and went into the Y hut. Hilda gave a little scream of joy when she saw me and ran round the counter, which was a plank on two barrels, and kissed me. I must say she was a nice little thing ‘Isn't France small after all?” she de- manded And do you know I've seen your nephew —or is it Miss Tish’s? He’s just too dear! We had a long talk here only a day or two ago, and I was telling about you three, and suddenly he said: ‘Wait a minute. You've mentioned no names, but I'll bet my tin hat my Aunt Tish was one of them!’ Isn't that amazing? Well, [ thought it was, and I took a cup of her coffee But it was poor stuff, and right then and there I made a kettleful and showed her how. But I noticed she grew rather quiet after a while At last she said ‘You I don't suppose you've seen that Mr. Burton anywhere, have you?’ ‘We saw something of him in Paris,” I replied, and glanced cut the window. He was standing across what had once been the street, and if ever I've seen hungry eyes in a human being he had them ‘He was so awfully touchy, Miss Lizzie,” she said. ‘“‘And then I was never sure Why do you suppose he isn’t fighting? Not that it’s any affair of mine, but I used to wonder,” “He's got a milk leg,” I coffee kettle off. ‘A milk leg! A ridiculous! How how can he?” *‘Don'task me They get "em sometimes too. They're very painful. My cousin, Nancy Lee McMa ters had one after her third child and l am sorry to say that here she began to laugh. She laughed all over the hut, really, and when she had stood up and held to the plank and laughed she sat down on a box of condensed and laughed again l am a truthful woman, and | had thought it was time she kne facts, but I saw at once that I had made a mistake. And when I looked out the window Mr. Burton had gone I remained there but as any mention of started her off again we matters She said Charlie Sands was in the gence Department at the Front, when he left he was about to, a he it, pull off a raid “He's gone to bring me a German as a and that Captain Weber you remember him — he is going to bring me ar other,” she cried Ile gave me my choice, and I took an officer, with a nice upcurled mustache and - ‘And five childret ‘Five children? Wh Miss Lizzie?” ‘l understand that Captain five. I didn’t know but that special preference for them that way.” ‘Why, Miss Lizzie!"’ she said in a strained voice 1 don't believe it. He's said i was washing that time, for she wasn’t n keeper, I'll say that, though picture, and I never looked up round the hut, humming to herself to show how calm she was, but I noticed that when her broom fell over she kicked at it. Finally she said I don’t know why you think | was ted in Captain Weber. He was amusing, that's all; and I like fighting men — the bravest are the tenderest, said, and set the Oh, how Miss Lizzie, milk Why, v the with her for some time, Mr. Burton only discussed other Intell and that termed souvenir; itever do you mean, Weber has you had a never her dish towels by it h of a house as pretty asa She walked out intere THE SATURDAY you know. I—if you ever happen on Mr. Burton you might tell him I’m here. It’s interesting, but I get lonely sometimes. I don’t see a soul I really care to talk to.” Well, I promised I would, and as Mr. Burton had gone I went back alone. Tish was asleep with a hot stone under her cheek, from which I judged she’d had neuralgia, and Aggie was nowhere in sight. But round the corner an ammunition train of trucks had come in and I suddenly remembered Aggie and her horse trough. Unfortunately I had not asked her where it was. I roused Tish but her neuralgia had ruffled her usual placid temper, and she said that if Aggie was caught in a horse trough let her sit in it. If she could take a bath in a pint of water Aggie could, instead of hunting up luxuries. She then went to sleep again, leaving me in an anxious frame of mind. Mr. Burton was not round, and at last I started out alone with a flashlight, but as we were short of batteries I was too sparing of it and stepped down accidentally into a six-foot cellar, jarring my spine badly. When I got out at last it was very late, and though there were soldiers all round I did not like to ask them to assist me in my search, as I had every reason to believe that our dear Aggie had sought cleanliness in her nightgown. It was, I believe, fully two A.M. when I finally discovered her behind a wall, where a number of our boys were playing a game with a lantern and dice—a game which consisted apparently of coaxing the inani- mate objects with all sorts of endearing terms. They got up when they saw me, but I observed that I was merely taking a walk, and wandered as nonchalantly as was able into the inclosure. At first all was dark and silent. Then I heard the trickle of running water, and a moment later a sneeze. The lost was found! “Aggie!” I said sternly. “Hush, for heaven's sake! you.” “*Where are you?” “*B-b-behind the trough,” she said, her teeth chattering. ‘‘Run and get my bath- robe, Lizzie. Those d-d-dratted boys have been there for an hour.” Well, I had brought it with me, and she had her slippers; and we started back. I must say that Aggie was a strange figure, however, and one of the boys said after we had passed: ‘‘ Well, fellows, war’s hell, all right,” “— you saw it too EF feel better,”’ said another. “I thought mez iybe this frog liquor was doing things to me.’ Aggie, however, was sneezing and did not hear I come now to that part of my narrative which relates to Charlie Sands’ raid and the results which followed it. I felt a cer- tain anxiety about telling Tish of the dan- gerous work in which he was engaged, and waited until her morning tea had fortified She was, | remember, sitting on a rock directing Mr. Burton, who was chang- ing a tire ‘A raid? raid?” ‘To capture Germans, Tish.” ‘A lot of chance he'll have!” she said with a sniff. ‘‘What does he know about raids? And you'd think to hear you talk, Lizzie, that pulling Germans out of a trench was as easy as letting a dog out after a neighbor's cat. It’s like Pershing and all the rest of them,” she added bitterly, “‘to take a left-handed newspaper man, who can’t shut his right eye to shoot with the left, and start him off alone to take the whole German Army.” “He wouldn’t go alone,” ton “Certainly not!” Tish retorted. “I know him, and you don’t, Mr. Burton. He'll not go alone. Of course not! He'll pick out a lot of men who play good bridge, or went to college with him, or belong to his fraternit y, or can sing, or some such reason, and Here to my great surprise she flung down one of our two last remaining teacups and retired precipitately into the ruins. Not for usto witness her majestic grief. Rachel or was it Naomi?— mourning for her chil- dren. However, in a short time she reappeared and stated that she was sick of fooling round on back roads, and that we would now go directly to the Front ‘We'll never pull it off,” said to me in an undertone. “She has never failed, Mr. reminded him gravely. They'll hear her she said. ‘“‘What sort of a said Mr. Bur- Mr. Burton Burton,” I EVENING POST Before we started Mr. Burton saw Hilda, but he came back looking morose and savage. He came directly to me. “‘Look me over,” he said. ‘“‘Do I look queer or anything?”’ “‘Not at all,” I replied. “‘Look again. I don’t seem to be dying on my feet, do I? Anything wan about me? I don’t totter with feebleness, do I?” “You look as strong as a horse,” I said somewhat acidly. “Then I wish to thunder you'd tell me,” he stormed, “‘why that girl—that—well, you know who I mean—why the deuce she should first giggle all over the place when she sees me, and then baby me like an idiot child? ‘Here’s a chair,’ she’d say, and ‘Do be careful of yourself’; and when I recovered from that enough to stand up like a man and ask for a cup of coffee she said I ought to take soup; it was strength- ening! Fortunately Tish gave the signal to start just then, and we moved out. Hilda was standing in her doorway when we passed, and I thought she looked rather forlorn. She blew kisses to us, but Mr. Burton only saluted stiffly and looked away. I have often considered that to the uninitiated the ways of love are very strange. It was when we were out of the village that he turned to me with a strange look in his eyes. “She doesn’t care for Weber after all,” he said. ‘‘Didn’t I tell you the minute she found she could have him she wouldn’t want him? Do you think I'd marry a girl like that?”’ “She’s a nice little thing,’ I replied. “But you're perfectly right —she’s no house- keeper.” ‘“*No housekeeper!”’ he said in a tone of astonishment. “That's the cleanest hut in France. And let me te ‘Il you I’ve had the only cup of coffee He broke off and fell into a fit of abstrac- tion. Somewhat later he looked up and said: “I’ Nl never see her again, Miss Lizzie.” ‘Why “Because I told her I wouldn't come back until I could bring her a German of- ficer as asouvenir. Some idiot had told her he was going to, and, of course, I told her if she was collecting them I'd get her one. A fat chance I have too! I don’t know what made me doit. I’m only surprised I didn’t make it the Crown Prince while I was at agg But how soon were our thoughts to turn from soft thoughts of love to graver mat- ters! Tish, as I have said before, has a strange gift of foresight that amounts almost to prophecy. I have never known her, for instance, to put a pink bow on an afghan and then have the subsequent development turn out to be a boy, or vice versa. And the very day be- fore Mr. Ostermaier fell and sprained his ankle she had picked up a roller chair at an auction sale, and in twenty minutes he was in it. At noon we stopped at a crossroads and distributed to some passing troops our usual cigarettes and chocolate. We also fried a number of doughnuts, and were given three cheers by various companies as they passed. It was when our labors were over that Tish perceived a broken machine gun abandoned by the roadside, and spent some time ex- amining it. “One never knows,” she said, ‘‘ what bits of knowledge may one day be useful.” Mr. Barton explained the mechanism to her. ‘I'd be firing one of these things now,” he said gloomily, “if it were not for that devilish piece of American ingenuity, the shower bath.” ““Good gracious!” Aggie said. “Fact. I got into a machine-gun school, but one day in a shower one of the officers perceived my —er-—affliction, badly swollen from a hike, and reported me.” Tish was strongly inclined to tow the machine gun behind us and eventually have it repaired, but Mr. Burton said it was not worth the trouble, and shortly afterward we turned off the main road into a lane, seeking a place for our luncheon. Tish drove as usual, but she continued to lament the gun. “TI feel keenly,” she said, “‘the necessity of being fully armed against any emergency. And I feel, too, that it is my solemn duty to salvage such weapons as come my way at any and all times.” i called to her just then, but she was driving while looking over her shoulder at Mr. Burton, and it was too late to avoid June 7,1919 the goat. We went over it and it lay be- hind us in the road quite still. “You've killed it, Tish,”’ I said. “Not at all,” she retorted. “It has probably only fainted. “As I was saying, I feel that with our near approach to the lines we should be armed to the teeth with modern engines of destruction, and should also know how to use them.” We were then in a very attractive valley, and Tish descending observed that if it were not for the noise of falling shells and so on it would have been a charming place to picnic. She then instructed Aggie and me to prepare a luncheon of beef croquettes and floating island, and asked Mr. Burton to accompany her back to the car. As I was sitting on the running board beating eggs for a meringue at the time I could not avoid overhearing the conversa- tion. First Mr. Burton, acting under orders, lifted the false bottom, and then he whistled and observed: ‘‘ Great Cesar’s ghost! Looks as though there is going to be hell up Sixth Street, doesn’t it?” “T’ll ask you not to be vulgar, Burton.” “‘But—look here, Miss Tish. We'll be jailed for this, you know. You may be able to get away with the C. in C.’s tires, but you can’t steal a hundred or so grenades without somebody missing them. Besides, what the— what the dickens are you going to do with them? If it had been eggs now, or oranges— but grenades!”’ “They may be useful,” Tish replied in her cryptic manner. “ Forearmed is fore- warned, Mr. Burton. What is this white pin for?” I believe she then pulled the pin, for I heard Mr. Burton yell, and a second later there was a loud explosion. I sat still, unable to move, and then I heard Mr. Burton say in a furious voice: “If I hadn’t grabbed that thing and thrown it you'd have been explaining this salvage system of yours to your Maker before this, Miss Carberry. Upon my word, if I hadn't known you'd blow up the whole outfit the moment I was gone I’d have left before this. I’ve got nerves if you haven't.” “That was an over-arm pitch you gave it,” was Tish’s sole reply. “I had always understood that grenades were thrown in a different manner.” I distinctly heard him groan. “You'll have aboyt as much use for grenades as I have for pink eye,” he said almost savagely. “I don’t like to criticize, Miss Tish, and I must say I think to this point we’ve made good. But when I see you stocking up with grenades instead of cigarettes, and giving every indication of being headed for the Rhine, I feel that it is time to ask what next?” ““Have you any complaint about the last few weeks?” Tish inquired coldly. “Well, if we continue to leave a trail of depredations behind us It’s bad enough to have a certain person think I am a slacker, but if she gets the idea that I'ma first-class second-story worker I’m done, that’s all.” Fortunately just then. Every incident of that luncheon is fixed clearly in my mind, because of what came after it. We had indeed penetrated close to the Front, as was shown by the number of shells which fell in it while we ate. The dirt from one, in fact, quite spoiled the floating island, and we were compelled to open a can of peaches to replace it. It was while we were drinking our after-dinner coflee that Tish voiced the philosophy which upheld her. “When my hour comes it will come,”’ she said calmly. ‘‘ Viewed from that stand- point the attempts of the enemy to dist urb Us become amusing nothing more. “Exactly,” said Mr. Burton, skimming some dust from the last explosion out of his coffee cup. ‘Amusing is the word. Funny, I call it. Funny as a crutch. Why, look who’s here!” There was a young officer riding up the valley rapidly. I remember Tish taking a look at himand thensaying quickly: “ Lizzie, go and close the floor of the ambulance. Don’t run. I'll explain later.” Well, the officer rode up and jumped off his horse and saluted. “Some of our fellows said you were trapped here, Miss Carberry,” he said. “I didn’t believe it at first. It’s a bad place. We'll have to get you out somehow.” “I’m not anxious to get out.” (Continued on Page 115) Mr. Aggie announced luncheon

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we > ee CN een —_- (Continued from Page 112 ,”” he said, and stared at all of us— “you are Do you know that our trenches are just beyond this hill?” “T wish you'd tell the Germans that; they seem to think they are in this valle y. “But He laughed a little and said: ‘The “y ought to make you a gener. ral, Miss Car- berry.”” He then said to Mr. Burton: “I'd like to speak to you for a moment Looking back I believe that Tish had a premonition of trouble then, for during their conversation aside she got out her knitting, always with her an indication of perturbation or of deep thought, and she spoke rather sharply to Aggie about rinsing the luncheon dishes more thoroughly. Aggie said afterward that she herself had felt at that time that peculiar itching in the palms of her hands which always with her pre- sages bad news “Tf he asks about those grenades, Lizzie, you can reply. Say you don’t know any- thing about them. That’s the truth.” Comment om the The New Style SUALLY at the annual meeting of a big corporation the chairman of the board, or the president, says how much business the company did during the year, what the profits were and what dividends were declared. Usually it is an excessively dry performance. There was a big corporation annual meet- ing in New Jersey the other day of a differ- ent sort. The chairman of the board said that the corporation a year before had adopted a new sort of relationship with its employees. It had got them to choose representatives to sit down with represent- atives of the stockholders and talk over matters of common concern, particularly those in which the employees had a special interest. During the year there had been eighty conferences between the two sets of representatives and the topics there dis- cussed were roughly divided as follows: Wages, thirty-eight per cent; working con- ditions, ten per cent; promotions and discharges, nine per cent; hours of work, nine per cent; methods of wage payment, eight per cent; the industrial representation plan, eight per cent; sanitation, housing and social question, three per cent each; miscellaneous, nine per cent. Wage earners’ representatives had participated in every wage decisien Altogether, the chairman said, the new plan of industrial relationship had proved a decided success and the cor- poration meant to persist in it. Yes, the corporation in ery is none other than your old friend, the Standard Oil Company of New Jersey. But before you express surprise or incredulity, remem- ber that that same Standard Oil Company has never had to learn the time of day in business from its rivals or from other busi- It knows what o’clock it is and frequently a ness concerns. as soon as anybody else little sooner. Party Government UR Government, we are always solemnly informed, is a government by political parties. The idea is that the party which has won at the elections, and so received a mandate from the people, shall take control of the Government, with full responsibility for it, and carry through its program. Once in a hundred times it actually hap- pens that way. Other times the party that has won splits up into factions, some of which join with factions of the opposition. There is more trouble getting the party in line for action than there is at the election when getting the people in line for the party. A given party's success at the polls carries only a vague implication as to what legisla- tion will actually result. The party itself is not a real organization, but only a loose sort of federation of jarring ideas and in- terests. There is little enough organized responsible unity of action. The long bog- gling and haggling ove r the last two revenue bills is a case in point. Once in a hundred times an exception happens. For instance, a political party went before the people of North Dakota with a set of candidates and a program. It won decisively. At one short session of the ‘I know where they are,” I some acidity. ‘‘And what's more, I know I'm not going to ride a foot in that ambu- lance with that concentrated extract of hell unde or my feet. ‘Lizzie She began sternly, men ‘came back, and the officer's face was uncomfortable. “T — from your demeanor,” he said, and-—er—the fact that you haven't men- tioned it I rather gather that you have not heard the er—the news, Miss Carberry.” I didn’t see the morning papers,” Tish said with the dry wit so characteristic of her. “ You have a nephew, I understand, at the Front?” Tish’s face suddenly grew set and stern. ““Have—or had?” she asked in a terrible voice, “Oh, it’s not so bad as all that. In fact, he’s a lot safer just now than you are, for instance. But it’s rather unfortunate in a legislature it put through its whole pro- gram, includingsuch complicated and highly debatable matters as state-owned flour mill- ing; elevator, warehousing and marketing businesses; a state-owned bank of ambitious dimensions; state coal mining; state home- building association; a radical revision of taxation; action looking toastring of state- controlled newspapers. All was done under gag rule, the un- friendly newspapers claim—that is to say, a party caucus met nightly, decided exactly what should be done the following day, and exactly did it under the strictest party dis- cipline. There was no opportunity for any filibustering or other factional dropping of monkey wrenches into the gears. The va- rious bills were promptly put through as planned. That program is State Socialism, for which we have no sort of affection; but it is the program which the party put before the voters and which a decisive majority of voters approved. We take off our hats to that party, not because we like its program, but because it had the sand and the sense to - with neatness and dispatch what it had promised to do and got a mandate from the people for doing. There is nothing else the highest legis- lative body in the United States—meaning the Senate at Washington—needs more than a gag. There is no party government and no valid excuse for a party unless a party, having a program and a mandate, puts that program through with all the gagging and relentless party discipline that may be necessary. Another World Reform MID all these world commotions, world problems and world doubts there is a pretty stable old rock to lean on after all very much out of fashion nowadays; the best people are not resorting to it much; even mentioning it is bad form in the more advanced circles. But it is fairly dependa- ble for a plain man. There is a world that can be remade to order to an indefinite extent. It is under your hat, and by certain cosmic sympathies its sphere of influence extends as far as the four walls of your habitation. Roughly speaking, you can re- form it as much as vou like. On the large scale the labor problem is baffling, but you can tell definitely how much sabotage you are going to practice on yourself. You can't know whether Germany is going to pay her debts, but you can know whether you are going to pay yours. And so on Mostly that is the world in which you actually live and upon which your happi- ness and satisfactions actually depend. In the United States at least you can be sure that what you do there will have a greater effect in determining your happiness and satisfactions than what anybody does out- side. Some “intellectual” may come along with a political patent that gives you what you reasonably want out of life whether you earn it or not. But that is excessively unlikely. The conservative course is to depend on yourself for it. In a troubled world the solidest thing for John Smith to lean on is John Smith. He can see to it that the leaning is good if he has a mind to THE SATURDAY said with but just then the two *the first thing he knows EVENING POST way too. He enemy.” Aggie ran to her then with the blackberry cordial, but Tish waved her away. ‘A prisoner!"’ she said. ‘A nephew of mine has allowed himself to be captured by the Germans? It is incredible!” “Lots of us are doing it,”’ he said. “It’s no disgrace. In fact, it’s a mark of courage. A fellow goes farther than he ought to, and he’s gota belt of bayonet points, and it is a time for discre- tion.” “Leave me, please,” cally. “TI am ashamed. must think.” Shortly after that she called us back and said: “I have come to this conclusion: The situation is unbearable and must be rectified. Do you know where he is endur- ing this shameful captivity?” ‘T wouldn't take it too hard, Miss Tish,” said the officer. ‘‘He’s very comfortable, as we happen to know. One of our runners has been captured by the Tish said majesti- I am humbled. I The Outlook Ho can business help being good meaning by “business” all the activ- ities by which men gain a livelihood? Business, first and last, is the production and distribution of goods. Never — possibly barring the height of the war period with its abnormal demands for specialties — was there in the bulk such an obvious demand for goods. About half of Europe is to be more or less rebuilt, stocked up with materials, furnished with machinery. You hear it nearly everywhere, from Havre to Vladivostok: ‘‘We need rails, locomotives, ears, machines, houses, wool, leather, ton, steel, food.” Good business requires not only the de- mand for goods but means of paying for them. There is no inherent difficulty there Europe, settled down to sanity and reasonable security and engaged in orderly production, would create means of pay ment as it went along. Rationally at work its credit would be good for all its needs This seethe and ferment of the great war will subside. Finally Europe must come back to the fundamental problem of getting a living, which means sane, orderly produc tion. That is the key to its future and the solvent of its difficulties. Finally, Europe will need our goods. But there is huge demand for goods in the United States also—-building deferred, road making, railroad betterments and the hundred million individual needs. This year’s crops promise to put a vast sum into cot once the hands of farmers. Labor is well em ployed record wages. Financially the country is tremendously strong. Some what like Europe, but in less degree, we have gratuitously made ourselves some difficulties. The faint-hearted and the nu merous friends of disorder naturally em phasize them. With smoked glasses the bluest sky looks threatening. Smoked-glass peddlers were never busier than now, but you do not really need them The Franking Scandal “hye omer nape AN FULLER, of Massa -husetts, reports as follows concerning the franking privilege “There is franked out of the House Office Building daily twenty to thirty tons of mail matter. About election time this increases to thirty or forty tons. The superintendent in charge stated that five to six hundred clerks are employed doing nothing but packing free literature into free envelopes to be carried through the mails free of expense. One congressman a while ago in one day franked out six hundred and forty thousand parcels of free books to the voters of his state. The postage to ordinary mor tals would have been forty-five cents on each parcel, or nearly three hundred thou sand dollars for the lot, to say nothing of the cost of the books. One congressman sent out seven hundred and fifty thousand parcels of literature and one political party at one election sent out fifty-five million copies of speeches. A commission reported that in 1908 congressmen franked four and a half million pounds of matter through the mails 115 got back at dawn this morning. He said he left your nephew in the church at V playing pinochle with the German ©. O The runner was hidden in the cellar unde: the church, and he said the C. O. had lost all his money and his Iron Cross, and was going to hold C aptain Sands until he could win them back.’ He then urged her, the moment night fell, to retire from our dangerous position, and to feel no anxiety whatever. “If | know him,” were his parting words, “he'll pick that German as clean as a chicken. Pinochle will win the war,’ he added and rode away During the remainder of the afternoon Tish sat by herself, knitting and thinking. It was undoubtedly then that she formed the plan which in its execution has brought us so much hateful publicity, yet without which the town of \ might still be in German hands. (TO BE CONCLUDED) €e Congressman Fuller suggests that some restrictions might properly be placed upon this abuse of a congressional privilege. The suggestion carries all the more weight be cause the abuse represents mostly a sheer waste. The greater part of this avalanche of franked stuff goes into the wastebasket and the refuse heap unread Too Much Wheat? HE present prospect is for an American wheat crop of more than a billion bush- els—equaling or exceeding the great yield of 1915. The Government has guaranteed price of two dollars and twenty-six cents a bushel. The present prospect is that it will be a good investment. Roughly speaking it is worth a billion- dollar premium to know that the United States can raise enough wheat to feed itself and half of Europe. It is a sign to a di tracted world that at least one ponderous anchor is holding. About half of Europe, counting by population, is not getting on very well with the spring seeding. It is busy pulling whiskers and gouging eyes. It has got to settle that tremendous problem of the bourgeoisie before it can go to work meanwhile depending on some six or seven million American bourgeoisie in overalls to grubstake it to flour and bacon. We cannot see any alarming prospect that there is going to be too much food in the world this year of grace or too much fuel and clothing. And we said a while back, do not begin losing sleep now over that gov- ernment guaranty. Taking it all round it does not look like a bad investment a base too Political Division NUPPOSE party politics in the United b) States emerges from its present bani ruptcy and takes on a real significance There should of course be a radical party urging experiments, criticizing the situation of the day — whatever that situation might be —demanding change. And there should be a conservative party, holding to exper ence, critical of change, insisting upon the usefulness of the situation of the day — and certainly there would be very much that was useful in that situation. On the whole the radical party would have a certain tactical advantage, for in any normal, intelligent human societs human nature being, fortunately, what it i with a constant onward urge in it—-there are rather more people who are dissatisfied with the situation on the whole than sati fied with it on the whole. The radical part by and large, would appeal particularly to young people, in whom the onward and the dissatisfactions are usually who have shorter pasts and longer future and so, on the whole, are apt to set I store by experience. That party, by large, would have a certain advantage How would the conservative party off it? Naturally, first of all, by ify keener ana greater ef! ciency. It would take every pains to dem onstrate that, within the lines of its poli it could carry on the government more eco nomically and capably than its opponent What will the Republican Party make of the present opportunity?

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And that of course does not represent anything like the full size of the organiza- tion which I should be required to form and keep up if I were to undertake to found and maintain an old-fashioned permanent rep- ertoire company— but it significantly indi- cates the different salary overhead which I should be required to carry! Daly, as re- cently as 1895-96, had ninety-odd players on his salary list; but Wallack, Daly, Palmer, et al., twenty-five to forty years ago, were required to pay only fifteen to sixty dollars a week for exceptionally fine actors in all subsidiary positions. One of the best low comedians of his time, the bearer of an internationally famous name and an enviable professional repute, was glad to accept $125 a week from Daly dur- ing the closing years of that manager’s career. But be assured I cannot induce competent actors of either sex to work for me to-day on terms within hailing distance of those readily negotiated by Daly and by others of my great predecessors. And if in these instances anybody supposes I have placed too high the salaries I should have to pay for services of such actors as those named I say this: Where can I hire an Elton, an Edwards or a Gilbert—at any salary? John Gilbert, for example, was one of the greatest actors that ever lived unsurpassable in such parts as Polonius, Sir Robert Bramble, Old Dornton, Sir Peter Teazle, Jesse Rural and Sir Anthony Absolute. Though different in style he ranked even higher than Sir John Hare, to name one of the greatest actors known to this generation; and where can I get a John Hare for five hundred dollars a week? Great Actors and Small Salaries And if we were to go back to the really old palmy days we should find our compari- sons running out of all whooping. In Eng- land, Samuel Phelps, for example, in the provinces, not long before he was deemed a competitor with Edmund Kean, received the munificent weekly salary of eighteen shillings—that is, about $4.30. Forrest, im- mediately after his first great success in New York as Othello, was glad to take eight hundred dollars a year from Gilfert, at the old Bowery Theater. The elder Booth, even in the height of his fame, cus- tomarily acted for fifty dollars a night and found his own dresses; he did not act every night in the week either. In 1844 Edward L. Davenport, by general agree- ment one of the greatest actors that ever lived, was leading juvenile at the Bowery, New York, and drew eighteen dollars a week. The prompter, Brooks, at that house during the same season, got seven dollars a week. In 1858, when he was leading man at the old Boston Museum, Lawrence Bar- rett’s salary was thirty-eight dollars a week. Where, oh, where, is the leading man of to-day who would consider splitting the last five dollars of his salary-and where the manager who would venture to suggest such a thing! “The Fathers,” it seems to me, figured even closer than we do in these degenerate days of commercialism! The late Sir Charles W yndham, when, in 1869, he was a leading member of Wallack’s com- pany, received twenty pounds sterling a week —and it was stipulated that when the company played in Brooklyn “the carriage hire—from New York—was to be paid by Wallack.” In the same year, at Daly’s, Fanny Davenport got fifty dollars a week. In 1874 the total of salaries rt Barrett’ s first company—managed by T. W. Davey, Mrs. Fiske’s father—was $760 a naa In 1879, William Seymour, at the Boston Museum, received the highest salary which up to that time had been paid to a stage manager at that house—fifty dollars a week. During the same period the rates there for utility men were three to four dollars a week the first, and ten to twenty dollars a week the second and third sea- son. And so following. But let us now listen for a little while to the figures on the subject of revenue. The seating capacity of Booth’s Theater, New York, was 1807 persons, with standing room for at least 350 more—2157 auditors. The prices ranged from 25 cents to $1.50, and the house when full held upward of $2000. Wallack’s Theater accommodated about 1300 persons, with room for about 200 more—‘“‘standees,”’ as we call them— and held when full about $1800; it was a smallish theater for its day. My theater THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE BUSINESS OF THEATRICAL MANAGEMENT (Continued from Page 21) accommodates 990 persons — no “ stand- ees”’—and when full holds approximately $1600. I obtrude nothing private in men- tioning these figures; the scale of prices charged at my theater is publicly displayed in the lobby thereof, and its capacity is listed in every first-class theatrical guide. Thus, when Booth played a week—seven per- formances—to capacity business he took in more than $14,000. When I play a week at the Belasco—eight performances—to capacity business I take in about $12,800. And please remember, the *purchasing power of a dollar to-day is not more than half what it was when Booth was a man- ager, but the advance in the highest- priced theater seats since then is only one-third —that is, fifty cents. It never costs me less than $6000 a week — independent of royalties and production accounts—to op- erate the Belasco Theater; sometimes it has cost me, as I have said, almost as high as $9000 for a week. And—whisper it softly—alas, we do not always play to capacity business! Moreover, I pay 33 per cent, and more, income tax; while my predecessors—Wallack, Booth, Daly, Palmer, and the rest—never paid even one cent of such tax! Edwin Booth made a net profit of $70,- 000 on his last and worst season at Booth’s Theater, and a net profit of $102,000 on his best season there. If I play a splendid suc- cess at my theater for a whole season and send it on the road showing me a net profit of $5000 I rejoice; and if I send it out leaving me just even on my investment and current expenses I seldom am dissatisfied. Perhaps it will be suggestive to my readers to ponder this fact: After presenting The Darling of the Gods for two solid years my profit was $5000. Yet it had played to capacity business almost every week. In my opinion—‘‘ which fire cannot melt out of me; I will die in it at the stake!’’—The Darling wa as worthy an endeavor as has been made in the modern theater—though I do say it myself, who should not. But all honest differences of opinion as to the play and its production allowed for, such a ven- ture for such a profit—no matter whose the venture—deserves more than patron- izing approval or the estimate of sordid commercialism. Changes of Bill We managers are blamed—sometimes in unmeasured terms— because we do not make frequent changes of bill. I have rec- ognized and admitted fully and frankly and often and publicly—the great value in the training and development of actors of a widely varied experience such as neces- sarily is entailed by frequent changes of characters represented. The main point of my exposition, however—and it cannot be urged too often or too emphatically —is the injustice of blaming theatrical mana- gers of to-day for effects of the operation of inexorable circumstances, wholly beyond their control! It is those circumstances, operating as irresistibly as the law of gravi- tation does—and not the mere will of the managers— which have developed the long- run custom. There is, moreover, an obvious and vital aspect of this subject which, very strangely, is not—as far as I know—ever me — in discussions of it. I mean the great in- justice to the theatergoing public which would be inflicted under contemporary conditions by short runs. Let us for a mo- ment look considerately at this aspect of the subject. What originally established the custom of fretjuent changes of bill? Why, the imperative requirements of nov- elty and variety, in order to attract a numerically small theatergoing public; the same persons had to be induced to attend two or three times or more every week. Look back and study the history of the old permanent repertoire companies; every season every one of those companies added to its repertoire the best, the most popular novelties obtainable—and kept them on the stage consecutively as long as public attendance warranted. Take the records of those great exemplars so often held up to us and whose memory all lovers of the theater cherish and revere. Wallack ran The Shaughraun for 143 con- secutive performances; Much Ado About Nothing for forty-nine—almost if not ac- tually an unprecedented record at the time 1869; and Rosedale for 125. School he ran for fifty performances, Caste for thirty-odd, David Garrick for eighty-five, Diplomacy for eighty-odd, The World for eighty-four and Youth for seventy-seven. In every one of those cases—as in many others—he ran the pieces named just as long as it was profitable to do so. Booth ran Hamlet for 100 nights at the Winter Garden, New York, 1864-65, and then, going to Boston, continued its representa- tion. Daly ran The Shrew 137 times; As You Like It, sixty-two; A Midsummer Night’s Dream, seventy-seven; Twelfth Night, fifty-odd, and again, in London, for 111. Henry Irving —who once impatiently ex- claimed “For God’s sake, while the busi- ness is good why should we change the bill!’ —gave Hamlet 200 consecutive per- formances; Romeo and Juliet, 135; The Merchant of Venice, 250; Much Ado, 212; Faust, 375—with a few weeks of summer vacation; Macbeth, 151; King Henry VIII, 172. Hayes ran Shakspe re’s Dream at Duff's Olympic, in New York, in 1867, for 100 nights. Charles Kean ran Sardan- apalus, 85 times; King Henry VIII, 100; King Louis XI, 62; The Winter's Tale, 102. Modern Conditions Many other examples could be cited And what does it all signify? Why, this That Wallack, Booth, Daly, Irving, and the rest, being intelligent, honest business man- agers as well as artists and leaders in their vocation, naturally and rightly took all legitimate profit the traffic would bear. Speaking from the stage of his London Lyceum Theater, July 22, 1882, Irving de- clared his conviction that as long as the public comes to see a manager's production ‘in goodly numbers, it is the manager's duty to continue it.”” And he added: ““*While you have success, keep it,’ should be the motto of the manager of a great theater, for sympathy without support will soon shut up his theater.”” I say “Amen!” Come, let us be reasonable. What was right —indeed, the object of approved am- bition—when done by the Fathers twenty, forty, sixty years ago is not base and sordid when done to-day by managers who do it under even more imperative requirement. In 1870 the population of the city of New York was less than a million and a half persons, and intercommunication between the different sections of it and its out- lying environs was difficult and slow, and theaters were few in number. To-day New York has about 100 important “ play- ing points,” as we managers call them; a drawing population of 7,000,000, besides an inestimable but vast visiting populs ation practically all of which is theater mad; and intercommunication is swift, cheap and easy. Is that vast population—a popu- lation approximately equal to the whole of that of Belgium before the war, half again as large as that of Denmark, one-fifth that of all Italy, twice that of Switzerland, a fourth more than that of Sweden, a third that of the whole of Spain—is that public, I ask, not entitled to see favorite players in plays it wants to see, without the man- agers who minister to that perfectly legiti- mate want being censured for baseness sordid commercialism or lack of artistry And how is that public going to see those players and plays if the bill is to be changed from night to night, or week to week, or even from month to month? When the people of one city throng for a whole season to see David Warfield’s per formances of The Auctioneer or those of Miss Frances Starr‘in The Rose of the Rancho or Tiger! Tiger! or of the charm ing comedienne Miss Ina Claire in Polly With a Past, what legitimate excuse would I have for restricting those attractions to short runs—four to six weeks each? The Lyceum Theater, New York, accommo- dates about 900 persons—-and when I can keep little Miss Lenore Ulric there, as did, for one solid year in Tiger Rose, giving eight performances a week to practically capacity business all the time, I maintain that the public—which surely was justi- fied! eauten her, and that I served the best interests of the theater, the public and my star, as well as my own, by keeping her there without change of bill. Fifty years ago variety of entertainment was provided for the New York theatergoer by frequent changes of bill; to-day he finds it by visit-~ ing various theaters. 7) Again, without disparaging the stock system I have another plea to enter in de- fense of contemporary manage rial methods when judiciously exercised. The supreme merit of the best stock companies of old was that the plays were represented by actors who were specialists in their lines. Gilbert was supreme as Sir Anthony Abso- lute, Wallack as Don Felix, Brougham as Sir Lucius O’Trigger, and so following, not because those actors played those parts seldom, but because they played them, and others of the same line, often and were ex- ceptionally well suited to and expert in their respective lines. Do not, incidentally, forget that in the old. companies the small! parts—-sometimes very important ones were frequently assigned to novices learn- ing their business. That never occurs to- day under competent management. And as for the principals—they are all special- ists in their respective lines to-day, Tost as much as they ever were in the old stock days, except when they are more so. If I may be pardoned another personal illustration I maintain that no stock com- pany ever existed in which Mr. Knoblock's remarkable play of Tiger! Tiger! could be better cast than it is now at my New York theater. I worked in the old stock for a quarter of a century—-my testimony re- garding it is entitled to as much credence as any other man’s and I know that in it the small parts in the play I have named would have been indignantly declined by players of the ability and standing of those who at this moment are acting them for me Unfair Criticism Every intelligent theatrical manager, | believe, desires and seeks to obtain the sympathy, approval, support and co- operation of the most intellectual, inde- pendent and influential men and women of his time; in particular— because they most directly address and affect the general publie sentiment—of the most authorita- tive men and women who write about the theater in the contemporary press. I know that in my work I have made honest and diligent endeavor to do so— not always with success. I have from time to time read some scathing comments on myself and my work which have caused me to wonder whether the authors of them had ever stopped to consider that at best we are all fallible human beings together, seeking to earn our livelihoods as best we may, and that serious writers and serious managers are not hateful enemies but servants of the public, who should at least try to compre- hend one another and work in unison for the common good. Scornful censure or belittlement of earnest endeavor and scath- ing personalities help neither the theater nor the public. If I tried I think I might demonstrate that I myself possess a very pretty faculty of vituperation and invee- tive. But to what advantage? As a rule I prefer to let unjust censure answer itself. It seems to me, however, that too many writers for the press of to-day exemplify the truth of the following remarks by Doctor Johnson: “All, perhaps, are more willing to honor past than present excel lence; the great contention of criticism is to find the faults of the moderns and the beauties of the ancients. While an at eye is yet living we estimate his powers by his worst performance and when he is dead by the best."” The same observations apply with equal force to the performances of actors and manager An honest manager's desire to enlist the sympathy and to benefit by the assistance of intellectual contemporaries is not a venal or merely selfish one; it is a — ciou and commendable desire to profit by the learning and often the vast abilities of the best minds of his time, in order to better his service to the public. William Winter, George William Curtis, Charles A. Dana, Clarke Davis, John D. Stockton, W. W. Clapp, Benjamin E. Woolff, Henry A Clapp, Laurence Hutton, Franklin Fyles, Stephen Fiske, Henry Watterson, George P. Goodale, John Ranken Towse, Sir Edward Russell, Walter Herries Pollock, A. B. Walkley, H. T. Parker, Philip Hale, Louis V. De Foe, Charles Darnton, Alex ander Woollcott, Alan Dale, Amy Leslie, Lawrence Reamer, Burns Mantle, James S Metcalfe—those are a few representative names of diversely talented commentators (Concluded on Page 122

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(Concluded from Page 119 whose criticism, approval and coéperation ! have sought--and sought, I rejoice remember, not always in vain Yet it sometimes does seem ome, even among our monitors “of wisest censure," grow a liitle captious and un reasonably hard to satisfy, making—if I may without offense take liberty to say 40 - erroneous and unjustly injurious com parisons by dwelling on the transcendent excellence of some things which once they many years ago that now the mind of man runneth not to the contrary. One writer, for example —a man of stalwart character and extraordinary faculties approval and support I always ear- nestly desire and seek to gain— manifests an almost idolatrous admiration for the id-time English actor and theatrical man Samuel! Phelps, who died in 1878, and york was his comanagement Wells Theater, Islington, 1844 1862, the writer the end of that ym plishme nt only iteen years old, and therefore hardly well equipped to form opinions and to and theatrical after removing to to me that aw so w hose iver, v hose great Sadler from ve in mind al period of acc to idon being at judgments « a productior as: ke kx ting “aime thi Now the achte 0 country and venerate it seems much as I applaud ement of Phe Ips, anager the made of grapes and that when stepped upon the ground was, he was largely the sport of and driven by the mnditions of his environment even as ou and I He could not ibly produced under conditions of this time ountry all but four of pere’s play ws he did at the Weil In Phelps’ day eading juvenile actors—such, for exam- ple, as William nen available in London at twelve to fifteen pounds a week; utilities at two to four pounds, and so on. to me that as a theatrical n wine he drank was ne w ilked he (;reat as he ircumstance, coerced have and hal were In the Days of Samuel Phelps len years or so after the close of Phelps’ reign at the Wells, Henry Irving at the old (Qlueen’s Theater, London, was receiving about $13 a week; Charles Wyndham, $15; John L. Toole, the leading player there, $55; and Ellen Terry, the leading lady, $25 In that day, $10,000 and $15,000 for productions were almost incredible sums Kean's statement, for example, that he spent £3000 on his production of irdanapalus excited incredulity. Phelps himself, on his costly Shaksperean production, Timon of Athens, spent than $3600. I have spent nearly twice that um on the lights rehearsals alone of more than one of my productions— spent it, I allirm, not needlessly, but because it was necessary in order under modern condi- tions to give my public what it requires and expects and is entitled to expect from me As illustrating the difference in mana gerial problems faced by the modern manager and those faced by Phelps in the maintenance of a permanent repertoire company consider the following declara tion made by the old hero of Sadler's Wells, at the London Mansion House banquet in his honor, October 24, 1876: ‘‘ Mark you,” he then said, “Il found that about every tive or six years I had fresh audiences, that plays would bear “ating again and again; and by a peculiar economic method of my own | was enabled to repeat them” meaning, reproduce them—“ without any great expense *: There you have if suitable new production, Shaksperean tragedy testimony adequate at tations of the general public and to the requirements of sternly severe critical cul ture—-for about one-half of what it now cosis to operate a first-class New York theater for one week; and he could repeat his presentations again and again without any great expense. We managers of to-day cannot do that —and unhappily we cannot meet our obligations admonitory cen- sure of dissatisfied critics, even though they be the writers we most admire! Phelps, remember, paid practically no royalties for his plays —almost all of them being old and free to all. But at least one half of the plays presented by a modern permanent repertoire company would have to be modern, and therefore royal(y- bearing pieces. The American theate oT going public— whether rightly or wrongly has a very languid interest in theatrical antiquarianism. Phelps, again, directed too, Charles most less " repe ! Phelps could make a even of a great a production by all once to the expec- with THE SATURDAY a theater which accommodated “very little short of 3000 persons,” and which held, when full, close to the equivalent of $2000— at a time when and in a country where the purchasing power of that sum easily equal to that of $5000 in the York of to-day. He was “an excep- nervous man where money was concerned "’ |W. May Phelps, his nephew] and his attitude as that of a theatrical manager of the old school, beyond all sus- picion of commercialism—toward certain ventures, and in particular toward the dis- tinetly literary drama, is suggestively indi- cated by the following facts In 1846 Phelps purchased from Bulwer Lytton ‘“‘a new five-act play, written on the plan of the old Greek tragedies”’ and entitled (fdipus. That play Phelps never produced, though Bulwer urged him to bring it out at Sadler's Wells. Why did he not produce it? Because the of admission chargeable there, “‘even if the house had been full every night of the expected run’’—-mark you that, now! he expected to run the new play, not to change the bill before he had to! ‘could not possibly have covered the cost of the play, the music and the nightly expenses” W. May Phelps]. Thus it appears that afterall even a hero of the palmy days— and a gallant one, too, was not exempt from such vulgar considerations of commercial- ism as bills payable and profit and loss My views — to be expounded elsewhere as to production of plays that are merely of high literary quality are not sympathetic As to the “masterpieces, tragic, romantic or comic,” of dramatic quality, which con temporary managers, including myself, are condemned for not producing this fact is, I think, highly significant: The most authoritative and respected writer who has, as far as I know, recently uttered strictures of this kind exclaims immedi ately after having done so, in commenting on my present purpose to produce a Shakspere trilogy, ‘Heaven knows where he"’— Belasco— ‘‘ would find the actors!” And there you have it again We managers fail in our public and artistic duty because we do not produce the dra- matic masterpieces of our language— but when it becomes known that in coépera- tion with the ripest and most resourceful scholarship of our time we are trying to effect an unprecedented revival of some of the finest of them our censurers wonder where we will find the properly equipped actors to perform them. was New tionally prices Sweeping Condemnation Now it is fairly obvious that if the actors do not exist who are competent by nature and training to act those masterpieces we managers are not justly to be condemned for not producing them A major count of many complaints by various authorities against alleged com- mercial managers was recently epitomized by a friend of mine— himself a theatergoer of forty-odd years’ experience and an able writer--in these words: ‘Their”’ commercial managers “only object being gain they consider nothing They have degraded the theater and almost destroyed the art of acting—so that the satisfactory presenta- tion of a play of the first or even of the second class is practically impossible. All we get to-day is third, fourth or fifth raters, and the stage as it existed thirty years and more ago is simply unknown.” That sweeping condemnation, made in entire sincerity, brings to my mind an equally comprehensive one uttered by Boucicault, just thirty years ago, when he alleged that no great actor had appeared and that no great play had been written since 50. Boucicault’s complaint which, by the way, if allowed would non- suit all the complaints in the present by denying greatness to all the admired actors later than that date, from Booth and Jeffer- son and Barrett to Salvini and Coghlan and Mansfield, and to all the dramatists from Robertson and Gilbert and Boucicault him- self to Jones and Howard and Thomas was answered, utterly pulverized and de- molished by William Winter, speaking at the request of A. M. Palmer, in a debate before the Goethe Society of New York. Now I am no orator, as Brutus was— but the complaint uttered by my discontented and desponding a is a representative one, frequently heard, and joining issue on the principal point in it I do not hesitate to pronounce it extravagant and unwarranted and I think I can dispose of it. else EVENING POST In the first place, what is the standard of ‘satisfactory presentation’’—and who are the judges that are to decide whether or not it has been attained? I, as a manager who believe myself also to be an artist, have a lively regard for the censure of that judicious one which in my allowance “should o’erweigh a whole theater of others.”’ But how if I have good reason to believe—as often I do have—that there come into our theaters many thousand judicious ones whose approval is not un- skillful, but on the contrary is shrewdly dis- criminative —even though it run counter to the judgments of some experienced pro- fessional critics, including some person: il friends of mine? May it not be, in this as in many other instances, that the hand of little employment hath the dain- tier sense, and that the public of judicious theatergoers—-which, unlike the profes- sional critics, is not condemned by neces- sity to witness plays every night and in- stantly to formulate and express opinions on them—may give the sounder judgment as to satisfactory presentation? I'll say that though not always, yet this is often so. The mass of the people pay to attend the- aters, and remember that as the world over they boil beans, so the world over the peo- ple soon and very plainly manifest their resentment if they do not receive satisfac- tory value for their money. I therefore flatly deny the assertion that plays, even of the first-rate order, cannot be satisfactorily presented in the American theater to-day; it depends on whether the first-rate plays are those of former periods or those of to- day-—and also somewhat on whether the spectators are willing to be satisfied by ex- or not. so cellence Proposals for a Stock Company I have said thus much to mitigate such justice as there is in the current critical complaint against managers. I have a thing to say now which I believe may be of spe- cial interest to actors and all others inter- ested in the welfare of the theater, and which in some measure is a challenge to them. Though I maintain that contempo- rary theatrical management is often denied an approval justly its due I much desire to alter or circumvolve existing conditions ob- structive to establishment and mainte- nance of a permanent repertoire company. In order to fulfill that desire I must have not only the approval and the reasonable sup- port of the public and the press—for which I explicitly ask— I must also have the prac- tical coéperation of the dramatic profes- sion. I am willing and eager to form such a company, but it will not be possible to do so if competent actors demand salaries as large as many of them can in some situa- tions exact to-day. As an offset to lower salaries they would, in my repertoire com- pany, enjoy the advantage of living in one city, the metropolis of the country; and further, I would guarantee to them a sea- son of not less than thirty-two consecutive weeks. That, though the greed and poor judgment of the generality of actors may revolt from it, would in fact be an im- mensely advantageous arrangement for them. Under it a salary of $100 a week would practically be equal to one of $200 a week under ordinary conditions. Ordinarily an actor—even a leading one, commanding a high salary —gambles on employment, just as the manager gambles on success. He is engaged for the run of the play; he rehearses in it two to six weeks; if it succeeds—he wins; if it fails—he loses. If or when—he goes on the road he has the incidental expenses of travel, which mount up surprisingly, and he must live at hotels if he is sensible, at good ones, which are costly always. That is required not only by the vanity of the actor—a vigorous force—and by sound professional policy, but also for the sake of his health. Residing in New York all the round with assured employment and defi- nite fixed hours of labor an actor could live much cheaper and much better than gener- ally is possible in theatrical life. He would be able to maintain and occupy a comfort- able home, give time to necessary reading and study, keep in touch with the normal life and thought of his time, and thus best develop and exercise his artistic faculties. Those are material considerations for which I must demand from actors proper regard if such an institution as I desire to create is actually to be established. But there are other conditions to be met. The actors of my projected company, located in season June 7,1919 New York and assured of employment on full salary for not less than thirty-two con- secutive weeks of the year, must abso- lutely bind themselves to me, for terms of not less than three consecutive years; and also must agree to play, without cavil or dispute and to the best of their abilities, the parts for which I cast them. No man- ager undertaking to-day such a venture as I have in mind can afford to leave himself at the mercy of a temperamental race or open to selfish defections from his standard. If, for example, I revive The School for Scandal and a handsome young actor in process of development under my training makes a hit in it in, say, the character of Careless, I cannot be liable to have him immediately tempted away from me, on the usual two weeks’ notice, by offers of a large salary and a featured or starring en- gagement as Charles Surface. My actors must be prepared faithfully to stand by me, giving our public the very best that there is in them. As to characters to be acted—each major player would of course be engaged for a specified general line. But a director must reserve to himself the right of exercis- ing reasonable discretion. ‘An two men ride of a horse one must ride behind ’’—and I always ride in front on all my managerial horses. Perhaps the most usefully productive branch of the company which I seek to form would be that made up of what I will call the raw recruits—the supernumeraries. If I found a novice of genuine talent but without financial resources I would gladly pay to such a living wage—as much as the same individual could earn as a beginner in any other vocation, and a little more. But in general my plan would be to fill that division—to number, roughly, forty-five young men and thirty-five young women from the class which supports the various schools of acting. And I would pay the members of that branch of my company no salaries. To attend schools of acting such histrionie novices pay several hundred dol- lars, each, a year, besides supporting them- selves. To become members of my reper- toire company and thus receive intensive practical training for the stage— including my personal instruction, which they could not buy to-day for any price—they would not be required to pay even one cent. Their necessary stage costumes and wigs would be provided for them free of cost, and they would be thoroughly instructed in dancing, fencing and deportment. Yes, my young friends, you would find special and most exacting stress laid upon deportment, because if you know how ladies and gentle- men should wear their clothes and how they should deport themselves — in particu- lar toward their elders and toward mem- bers of the opposite sex— most of you keep that knowledge carefully concesz aled! Also, they would be taught elocution, singing, instrumental music and the woefully neg- lected art of making up the face. A Chance for Sound Training But in order to obtain entrance to my company and to enjoy those advantages of histrionie education all aspirants would be required first to pass a life-insurance company’s physical examination; and then a rigorously severe examination devised and conducted by me to establish their possession of natural talents which would warrant the contemplated expenditure of money, labor, and—above all—my time required for their development. All candi- dates accepted would, moreover, be re- quired to give a satisfactory bond to re- main under my professional control for a period of three years, and to give me a first option on their professional service, at a stated salary, to begin upon the completion of their terms of instruction and training The conditions I have herein outlined as a basis for founding a permanent repertoire company are strict, but they are neither harsh nor unreasonable. What I contem- plate is the establishment not of an elee- mosynary organization for lazy actors or a series of sinecures for gurgitating histri- onic amateurs, but a vital, valuable, self- supporting theatrical institution, for the advantage of the theater and the good of the public. If public, press and players will coéperate in the proper and necessary spirit the plan will be carried out and will be successful. If they will not—then, like so many other ambitious schemes, it will die a-borning. I stand ready to do my part-—and to make that part a generous and large one.

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— now, down the road that led to Platt’s. This confirmation of his suspicions enabled him momentarily to forget the blister which was forming on the heel of his left foot. He set out after her at a good pace. The road, after the habit of country roads, wound and twisted. The quarry was frequently out of sight, and Percy’s anxiety was such that, every time Maud vanished, he broke into a gallop. Another hundred yards, and the blister no longer consented to be ignored. It cried for attention like a little child, and was rapidly insinuating itself into a position in the scheme of things where it threatened to become the center of the world. By the time the third bend in the road was reached, it seemed to Percy that this blister had become the one great fact in an unreal and nightmarelike uni- verse. He hobbled painfully; and when he stopped suddenly and darted back into the shelter of the hedge his foot seemed aflame. The only reason why the blister on his left heel did not at this juncture attract his entire attention was that he had become aware that there was another of equal proportions forming on his right heel. Percy had stopped and sought cover in the hedge, because, as he rounded the bend in the road, he perceived, before he had time to check his gallop, that Maud also had stopped. She was standing in the middle of the road, looking over her shoul- der, not ten yards away. Had she seen him? It was a point that time alone could solve. No! She walked on again. She had not seen him. Lord Belpher, by means of a notable triumph of mind over matter, for- got the blisters and hurried after her. They had now reached that point in the road where three choices offer themselves to the wayfarer. By going straight on he may win through to the village of Moresby- in-the-Vale, a charming little place with a Norman church; by turning to the left he may visit the equally seductive hamlet of Little Weeting; by turning to the right off the main road and going down a leafy lane he may find himself at the door of Platt’s farm. When Maud, reaching the cross- roads, suddenly swung down the one to the left, Lord Belpher was for the moment com- pletely baffled. Reason reasserted its sway the next minute, telling him that this was but a ruse. Whether or not she had caught sight of him, there was no doubt that Maud intended to shake off an y possible pursuit by tal ing this speciously innocent ane g and making a detour. She could have no possible motive in going to Little Weeting. He had never been to Little Weeting i in his life, and there was no reason to suppose that Maud had either The signpost informe d him—a statement strenuously denied by the twin blisters that the distance to Little Weeting was one and a half miles. Lord Belpher’s view of it was that it was nearer fifty. He dragged himself wearily along. It was simpler now to keep Maud in sight, for the road ran straight; but, there being a catch to every- thing in this world, the process was also messier. In order to avoid being seen, it was necessary for Percy to leave the road and tramp along in the deep ditch which ran parallel to it. There is nothing half- hearted about these ditches which accom- pany English country roads. They know they are intended to be ditches, not mere furrows, and they behave as such. The one that sheltered Lord Belpher was so deep that only his head and neck protruded above the level of the road, and so dirty that a bare twenty yards of travel was suf- ficient to coat him with mud. Rain, once fallen, is reluctant to leave the English ditch. It nestles inside it for weeks, form- ing a rich, oatmeallike substance which has to be stirred to be believed. Percy stirred it. He churned it. He plowed and sloshed through it. The mud stuck to him like a brother. Nevertheless, being a determined young man, he did not give ‘in. Once he lost a shoe, but a little searching recovered that. On another occasion a passing dog, seeing things going on in the ditch which in his opinion should not have been going on he was a high-strung dog, unused to coming upon heads moving along the road without bodies attached—accompanied Percy for over a quarter of a mile, causing him ex- ouisite discomfort by making sudden runs at his face. A well-aimed stone settled this little misunderstanding, and Percy pro- He had Maud ceeded on his journey alone. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST fl DAMSEL IN DISTRESS (Continued from Page 27 well in view when, to his surprise, she left the road and turned into the gate of a house which stood not far from the church. Lord Belpher regained the_road and re- mained there, a puzzled man. A dreadful thought came to him, that he might have had all his trouble and anguish for no reason. This house bore the unmistakable stamp of a vicarage. Maud could have no reason that was not innocent for going there. Had he gone through all this merely to see his sister paying a visit to a clergyman? Too late it occurred to him that she might quite sasily be on visiting terms with the clergy of Little Weeting. He had forgotten that he had been away at Oxford for many weeks, a period of time in which Maud, finding life in the country weigh upon her, might easily have interested herself charitably in the life of this village. He paused irres- olutely. He was baffled. Maud, meanwhile, had rung the bell. Ever since, looking over her shoulder, she had perceived her brother Percy dodging about in the background, her active young mind had been busying itself with schemes for throwing him off the trail. She must see George that morning. She could not wait another day before establishing com- munication between herself and Geoffrey. But it was not till she reached Little Weet- ing that there occurred to her any plan that promised success. A trim maid ope ned the door. “Ts the vicar in? “No, miss. He went out half an hour back.’ Maud was as baffled for the moment as her brother Percy, now leaning against the vicarage wall in a state of ad- vanced exhaus- tion. “Oh, she said. The maid was sympathetic. “Mr. Fergu- son, the curate, miss, he’s here, if he would do.” Maud bright- ened ‘He would do splendidly. Will you ask him if I can see him fora moment.” dear!’’ “Very well, miss. What name please?” ‘‘He won't know my name Will you please tell him that a lady wishes to see him.” “Yes, miss. Won't you step in?” ‘he front door closed behind Maud. She fol- lowed the maid into the drawing- room. Presently a young, small curate entered. He had a will- ing, benevolent face. He looked alert and help- ful. “You to see me “T am so sorry to trouble you,” said Maud, rocking the young man in his trac ks with a smile of ‘dazzling brillia ney, ‘but there is a man following me The curate clicked his tongue nantly. ‘A rough sort of a tramp kind of man He has been following me for miles and I’m frightened.” ‘Brute!” “‘] think he’s outside now. I can’t think what he wants. Would you— would you mind being kind enough to go and send him away?” The eyes that had settled George’s fate for all eternity flashed upon the curate, who blinked. He squared his shoulders and drew himself up. He was perfectly willing to die for her. ‘If you will wait here,’”’ he said, go and send him about his business. wished 2” indig “T will It is **How Dare You Follow That Young Lady? disgraceful that the public highw ays should be. re ndered unsafe in this manner.’ ‘Thank you ever so much,” said Maud gratefully. “I can’t help thinking the poor fellow may be a little crazy. It seems so odd of him to follow me all that way, walk- ing in the ditch too!” “Walking in the ditch!” “Yes. He walked most of the way in the ditch at the side of the road. He seemed to “4 it, I can’t think why.” Lord Belpher, leaning against the wall and trying to decide whether his right or his left foot hurt him the more excruciat- ingly, became aware that a curate was standing before him, regarding him through a pair of gold-rimmed pince-nez with a disapproving and hostile expression. Lord Belpher returned his gaze. Neither was favorably impressed by the other. Percy thought he had seen nicer-looking curates, and the curate thought he had seen more prepossessing tramps. “Come, come!” said the curate. won't do, my man!” “This a Good Mind to Give You in Charge!" A few hours earlier Lord Belpher had been startled when addressed by George as “sir.” To be called ““my man” took his breath away completely The gift of seeing ourselves as others see us is, as the indicates, vouchsafed to few men. Lord Belpher, not being one of these fortunates, had not the slightest con- ception how intensely revolting his per- sonal appearance was at that moment. The red-rimmed eyes, the growth of stubble on the cheeks, and the thick coating of mud which had resulted from his rambles in the ditch, combined to render him a horrifying object. poet “How dare you follow that young lady ? I've a good mind to give you in charge!"” Percy was outraged “I’m her brother!"" He was about to substantiate the statement by giving his name, but stopped himself. He had had enough of letting his name come out on oc casions like the present. When the police man had arrested him in the Haymarket, his first act had been to thunder his identity at the man; and the policeman, without saying in so many words that he disbelieved him, had hinted skepticism by replying that he himself was the King of Brixton “I'm her brother!"’ he repeated thickly The curate’s disapproval deepened. In a sense, we are all brothers; but that did not prevent him from considering that this mud-stained derelict had made an im pudent and abominable misstatement of fact. Not unnaturally he came to the con clusion that he had to do with a vietim of the demon rum. “You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” he said severely. ‘‘Sad piece of human wreckage as you are, you speak like an educated man. Have you no self-respect? Do you never search your heart and shud der at the horrible degradation which you have brought on yourself by sheer weakness of will?” He raised his The subject of temperance was one very near to this cu rate’s heart. The vicar himself had complimented him only yesterday on the good his sermons against the drink evil were doing in the vill ive, and the landlord of the Three Pigeons down the road had on sey eral occasions spoken bitter things about blighters who came taking the living away from honest folks It is easy enough to st op if you will but use a little resolution. You say to yourself, ‘Just one won't hurt voice. me!’ Perhaps not. But can you be content with just one? Ah! No, my man, there is no middle way for such as you. It must be all or noth ing Stop it now, now while you still retain some semblance of hu manity. Soon it will be too late Kill that craving! Stifle it! Strar gle it! Make up your mind now now——that not another drop of the accursed stuff shall pass your lips!” The curate paused. He perceived that enthusiasm was leading him away from the main issue “A little perseverance J he con cluded rapidly, “and you will soon find that cocoa gives you exactly the same pleasure And now will you please be getting along. You have frightened the young lady, and she cannot continue her walk unless I assure her that you have gone away.” Fatigue, pain, and the annoyance of having to listen to this man's well-meant but ill-judged utter ances had combined to induce in Percy a condition bordering on hysteria He stamped his foot, and uttered a howl as the blister warned him with a sharp twinge that this sort of scheehae ntl not be permitted “Stop talking!" he bellowed, “Stop talking like an idiot! I'm going to stay here till th it girl comes out if | have to wait all day!” The curate regarded Percy thought fully Percy was no Hercules; but then, neither was the curate And in any case, though no Hercules, Per Wa undeniably an ugly-looking brute Strategy rather than force seemed to I've the curate to be indicated. He paused a while, as one who weighs pros and cons, then ae briskly, with the air of the man who has decided to yield a point wi th a good gr: auc ‘Dear, dear!”’ he said That w do! y ou vey you are this lady’s brother?’ ¥ ,~ Ii do!” The n perhaps you had better come me into the house and we will spea ) her.” ‘All right.” “Follow me.’ Percy followed him Down the trim gravel walk they passed and up the neat stone steps. Maud, peeping through the curtains, thought herself the victim of a (Continued on Page 129

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ae — — > er OL eee a oT) I te ee ew oe (Continued from Page 125) monstrous betrayal or equally monstrous blunder. But she did not know the Rev Cyril Ferguson. No general, adroitly lead- ing the enemy on by strategic retreat, ever had a situation more thoroughly in hand. Passing with his companion through the open door, he crossed the hall to another door, discreetly closed. “Wait in here,”’ he said. Lord Belpher moved unsuspectingly forward. A hand pressed sharply against the small of his back. Behind him a door slammed and a key clicked—he was trapped. Groping in Egyptian darkness, his hands met a coat, then a hat, then an umbrella. Then he stumbled over a golf club and fell against the wall. It was too dark to see anything, but his sense of touch told him all he needed to know. He had been added to the vicar’s collection of odds and ends in the closet reserved for such things. He groped his way to the door and kicked it. He did not repeat the performance. His feet were in no shape for kicking things. Percy’s gallant soul abandoned the strug- gle. With a feeble oath he sat down on a box containing croquet implements and gave himself up to thought. “You will be quite safe now,” the curate was saying in the adjoining room, not with- out a touch of complacent self-approval such as becomes the victor in a battle of wits. ‘I have locked him in the cupboard. He will be quite happy there.”” An incor- rect statement, this. “ You may now con- tinue your walk in perfect safety.’ “Thank you ever so much,” said Maud. “But I do hope he won’t be violent when you let him out.” “T shall not let him out,”’ replied the curate, who, though brave, was not rash. “I shall depute the task to a worthy fellow named Willis, in whom I have every con- fidence. He—he is, in fact, our local blacksmith!” And so it came about that when, after a vigil that seemed to last for a lifetime, Percy heard the key turn in the lock and burst forth seeking whom he might devour, he experienced an almost instant quieting of his excited nervous system. Confronting him was a vast man whose muscles, like those of that other and more celebrated village blacksmith, were plainly as strong as iron bands. This man eyed Percy with a chilly eye. “Well?” he said. ‘“‘What’s troublin’ you?” Percy gulped. The man’s mere appear- ance was a se dative. ‘Er— nothing!” he re plied. “Nothing!” “There better hadn't be!” said the man darkly. ‘“‘Mr. Ferguson give me this to give to you. Take it!” Percy took it. It was a shilling. “And this!” The second gift was a small paper pamphlet. It was entitled Now’s the Time! and seemed to be a story of some kind. At any rate, Percy’s eyes, before they began to swim in a manner that prevented steady reading, caught the words ‘“‘Job Roberts had always been a hard-drinking man, but one day, as he was coming out of the bar parlor . ” He was about to hurl it from him when he met the other’s eye and desisted. Rarely had Lord Belpher en- countered a man with a more speaking eye. ‘And now you get along,” said the man. “You pop off. And I'm going to watch you doit too. And if I find you sne -akin’ off to the Three Pigeons His pause was more eloquent than his speech and nearly as eloquent as his eye. Lord Belpher tucked the tract into his sweater, pocketed the shilling and left the house. For nearly a mile down the well- remembered highway he was aware of a presence in his rear, but he continued on his way without a glance behind. Like one that on a lonely road Doth walk in fear and dread: And, having once looked back, walks on And turns no more his head: Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread! Maud made her way across the fields to the cottage down by Platt’s. Her heart was as light as the breeze that ruffled the green hedges. Gayly she tripped toward the cot- taye door. Her hand was just raised to knock, when from within came the sound of a well-known voice. She had reached her goal, but her father had anticipated her. Lord Marshmoreton had selected the same moment as herself for paying a call upon George Bevan. Maud tiptoed away and hurried back to the castle. Never before had she so clearly realized what a handicap an adhesive family can be to a young girl. A THE moment of Lord Marshmore- ton’s arrival George was reading a let- ter from Billie Dore, which had come by that morning’s post. It dealt mainly with the vicissitudes experienced by Miss Dore’s friend, Miss Sinclair, in her relations with the man Spenser Gray. Spenser Gray, it seemed, had been behaving oddly. Ardent toward Miss Sinclair to almost an embarrassing point in the earlier stages of their acquaintance, he had suddenly cooled; at a recent lunch had behaved with a strange aloofness; and now, at this writing, had vanished altogether, leaving nothing behind him but an abrupt note to the effect that he had been compelled to go abroad, and that, much as it was to be regretted, he and she would probably never meet again. “And if,”’ wrote Miss Dore, justifiably annoyed, “after saying all those things to the poor kid and telling her she was the only thing in sight, he thinks he can just slide off with a ‘Good-by! Good luck! and God bless you!’ he’s got another guess coming. And that’s not all. He hasn't gone abroad! I saw him in Piccadilly this afternoon. He saw me, too; and what do you think he did? Ducked down a side street, if you please! He must have run like a rabbit at that, because when I got there he was nowhere to be seen. I tell you, George, there’s something funny about all this.” Having been made once or twice before the confidant of the tempestuous romances of Billie’s friends, which always seemed to go wrong somewhere in the middle and to die a natural death before arriving at any definite point, George was not particule irly interested, except in so far as the letter afforded rather comforting evidence that he was not the only person in the world who was having trouble of te kind. He skimmed through the rest of it, and had just finished when there was a sharp rap at the front door. “Come in!” called George. There entered a sturdy little man of middle age whomat first sight George could not place, and yet he had the impression that he had seen him before. Then he recognized him as the gardener to whom he had given the note for Maud that day at the castle. The alteration in the man’s costume was what had momentarily baffled George. When they had met in ‘the rose garden the other had been arrayed in un- tidy gardening clothes. Now, presumably in his Sunday suit, it was amusing to observe how almost dapper he had become. Really you might have passed him in the lane and taken him for some neighboring squire. George’s heart raced. Your lover is ever optimistic, and he could conceive of no errand that could have brought this man to his cottage unless he was charged with the oped of a note from Maud. He spared a moment from his happiness to cong? aii ite himself on having picked such an admirable go-between. Here evidenily was one of those trusty old retainers you read about, faithful, willing, discreet, ready to do rag wee for ‘the little missy— bless her little heart!” Probably he had danced Maud on his knee in her infancy, and with a doglike affection had watched her at her childish sports. George beamed at the honest fellow, and felt in his pocket to make sure that a suitable tip lay safely therein. Good morning,” he said. “Good morning,”’ replied the man. A purist might have said that he spoke gruffly and without geniality; but that is the beauty of these old retainers. They make a point of deliberately trying to de- ceive strangers as to the goldenness of their hearts by adopting a forbidding manner. xvi And ‘‘Good morning!”’ Not ‘Good morn- ing, sir!’’ Sturdy independence, you ob- serve, as befits a free man. carefully. He Mrs. Platt was George closed the door glanced into the kitchen. not there. All was well. “You have brought a note from Lady Maud?” The honest fellow’s rather dour expres- sion seemed to grow a shade bleaker. “Tf you are alluding to Lady Maud Marsh, my daughter, he replied frostily, “T have not! For the past few days George had been no stranger to shocks, and had indeed come THE SATURDAY EVENING POST almost to regard them as part of the normal one had a everyday life; but this latest stunning effect. “T beg your pardon?” he said. “So you ought to!” replied the earl. George swallowed once or twice to re- lieve a curious dryness of the mouth. “Are you Lord Marshmoreton?” “T am.” “Good Lord!” wy ou seem surprised.’ ‘It’s nothing!”’ muttered George. As least, you--I mean to say — it’s only that there’s a curious resemblance between you and one of your gardeners at the castle. I—I dare say you have noticed it yourself.” “My hobby is gardening.’ L ight broke upon George, it rei ally you “Tt was!” George sat down. “This opens up a new line of thought!” he said. Lord Marshmoreton remained standing. He shook his head sternly. “Tt won't do, Mr. - heard your name.” “Bevan,” replied George, rather relieved at being able to remember it in the midst of his mental turmoil. “Tt won't do, Mr. Bevan. It must stop. I allude to this absurd entanglement be- tween yourself and my daughter. It must stop at once.” It seemed to George tanglement could hardly be begun, but he did not say so. Lord Marshmoreton resumed his re- marks. Lady Caroline had sent him to the cottage to be stern, and his firm resolve to be stern lent his style of speech something of the measured solemnity and careful phrasing of his occasional orations in the House of Lords. “T have no wish to be unduly hard upon the indiscretions of youth. Youth is the period of romance, when the heart rules the head. I myself was once a young mar.” “Well, you're practically that now,” said George. “Eh?” cried Lord Marshmoreton, for- getting the thread of his discourse in the shock of pleased surprise. “You don’t look a day over forty! “Oh, come, come, my boy—I mean, Bevan!” “You don’t, honestly!” “I'm forty-eight.” “The prime of life! “And you don’t think J look it?” “You certainly don’t.’ “Well, well, well! By the way tobacco, my boy? I came out wi pouch.” “Just at your elbow. Pretty good stuff. I bought it in the village.” “The same I smoke myself!” “Quite a coincidence.” ‘ Distinctly!” “Match?” “Thank you, I have one.” George filled his own pipe. was becoming a love feast. ““What was I saying?”’ said Lord Marsh- moreton, blowing a comfortable cloud. “Oh, yes!”” He removed his pipe from his mouth with a toue h of embarrassment “Yes, yes, to be sure!” There was an awkward sile nee, ” You must see for army lf,’ earl, “‘how impossible George shook his he a “T may be slow at gras ping a thing but I'm bound to say I can’t see that Lord Marshmoreton recalled some of the things his sister had told him to say “Then was I have never that such an en- said to have Mr. l, h ive you hout my The thing said the For one thing, what do we know of you? You are a perfect stranger.” “Well, we're all getting pretty quick, don’t you think son in Piccadilly and had a long tall acquainted I met your A th » him, and now you are paying me a he igh- borly visit.’ ‘This was not intended to be a social call.” ‘But it has become one.”’ “And then—that is one point I wish to make, you know — ours is an old family. I would like to remind you that there were Marshmoretons in Belpher before the Wars of the Roses.” “There were Bevans in Brooklyn before the B. R. T.” “T never heard of Brooklyn.” “You've heard of New York “Certainly.” “New York’s one of the urbs.” Lord Marshmoreton relit his pipe. He had a feeling that they were wandering fron. the point. outlying sub- “It is quite impossible! “T can't see gg ‘Maud is so young.” ‘Your daughter could not be anything else,” ‘Too young to know her own mind,” pursued Lord Marshmoreton, resolutely crushing down a flutter of pleasure. There was no doubt that this singularly agreeable young man was making things very diffi cult for him. It was disarming to discover that he was really capital company, the best, indeed, that the earl could remember to have discovered in the more recent period of his rather lonely life ‘At present, of course, is very much in love absurd!” “You needn't tell me that,” said George Really, it was only the fact that people seemed to go out of their way to call at his cottage and tell him that Maud loved him that kept him from feeling his cause per fancies that you. It is she she with fectly hopeless. “It’s incredible! It's a miracle! “You are a romantic young man, and you no doubt for the moment suppose that you are in love with her.” ‘No!” George was not going to allow a remark like that to pass unchallenged. ‘You are wrong there. As far as | am concerned, there is no question of its being mome ntary or supposititious or anything of that kind. I am in love with your daughter. I was from the first moment I saw her. I always shall be. She is the only girl in the world!” “Stuff and nonsense! “Not at all! Absolute cold fact! ‘You have known her so little time ‘Long enough.” Lord Marshmoreton sighed ‘You are upsetting things terribly ‘Things are upsetting me terribly “You are causing a great deal of trouble and annoyance.” ‘So did Romeo.” “Eh? ‘I said, so did Romeo.” ‘I don’t know anything ‘As far as love is concerned, | where he left off.” ‘I wish I could persuade se nsible - ‘That's just what I think I am ‘I wish i could get you to see my point of view.” ‘I do see your point of view Romeo.” begin about you to be but dimly. You see, my own takes up such a lot of the foreground.” There was a pause ‘Then I am afraid,”’ said Lord Marsh- moreton, ‘“‘that we must leave matters as they stand.” Until they can be altered for the bet ’ ter.’ ‘We will say no more about it now. “Very well.” “But [I must ask you to understand clearly that I shall have to do everything in my power to stop what I look on as an unfortunate e ntangle ment.” “I understz and.” ‘Very well.’ ” Lord Marshmoreton coughed Creorge looked at him with some surprise. He had supposed the interview to be at an end, but the other made no move to go. There seemed to be something on the earl’s mind ‘There is—ah-—just one other thing,” said Lord Marshmoreton He coughed again. He felt embarrassed ‘Just just one other thing,” he repeated The reason for Lord Marshmoreton’ visit to George had been twofold In the first place, Lady Caroline had told him to go That would have been reason enough But what made the visit Imperative was an infortunate accident of which he had only that morning been made aware It will be remembered that Billie Dore } ad told George that the gardener with iom she had become so friendly had take n her name and address with a view later on to sending her some of his roses The scrap of paper on which this informa- tion had been written was now lost. Lord Marshmoreton had been hunting for it s breakfast without avail Billie Dore had made a decided impre sion upon Lord Marshmoreton. She be longed to a type which he had never before encountered, and it was one which he had found more than agreeable. Her know! edge of roses and the proper feeling which she manifested toward rose growing as a life work consolidated the earl’s liking for her. Never in his memory had he come across so sensible and charming a girl; and Continued on Page 132) Ince

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 7, 1919 Wonderful Says the Motorist **You don’t mean to say my bill’s ready now? I could understand that kind of speed in a bank, but how a garage can do it beats me. Why the job hasn’t been finished two minutes—I supposed I’d have to wait ten minutes or so while the office figured it up. Includes everything, does it? That’s simply wonderful.”’ So the customer gets away promptly. Not only is his bill ready the minute he wants it, but it is sure to be added correctly. After a very little experience with the St. Clair Motor Company, he knows he can depend on the accuracy of their figures. This kind of service—and it is service that is appreciated—makes good will for the firm that it could never buy. That is one of the reasons for the growth and success of this garage and motor car business, located in Vinton, Iowa; it is known to motorists all over that section for doing things right. FIGURING AND BOOKKEEPING MACHINES Bgl PRICED AS PREVENT COSTLY ERRORS=SAVE VALUABLE > : LOW AS $125

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 131 ‘Wonderfully Simple Says the Garage Man —s —— re ree et ec “Why certainly, the bill’s ready when the job is done, because the items come through one at a time. When the man back in the shop tinishes with the car he phones me, and I time-stamp the card that already has all the charges, except his time entered on it. All I have to do is put the amounts shown through this litthke Burroughs, and there’s the total. If it’s a cash job, and the man’s here for his car, we don’t keep him waiting; but whether he is here or not the card is totaled on the day the job is done, and the day’s business is all ac- counted for on our books every evening. ‘Statements? ‘They only take about half the time they used to, and there’s no chance for the kind of mistakes we used to make before we did our figuring with the Burroughs. ‘‘And another thing: Every morning I have a showing of just what the business is amounting to in every department, what is cash and what charged, and just what our customers’ balances are, individually. Without our Burroughs these figures would cost us too much.’’ Priced as Low as $125 / ‘ whe Burroughs Adding Ma hine that gives these results for the St. Clair Motor fo ¥ hy mpany is a sma vi ¢ model that can be placed mght on the counter . pasa and be car l easily from plac oO pace Similar machines are eos wed by hundreds of other garages a the couotry and by thousands of / Sf» Se concerns in other lines of business. Ther a Burroug Jey sory » fit any e tf telephone book tor addres ‘ a 20 we FIGURING AND BOOKKEEPING MACHINES PREVENT COSTLY ERRORS “SAVE VALUABLE TIME PRICED AS LOW AS $125

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Continued frem Page 129 i forward with a singular in- » meeting he agalr And now e too zealous housemaid, tidying up the irritating manner of her species, id destroyed the only clew to her identity. it was not for some time after this dis- t that hope lawned again for Lord Marshmoretor Or ifter he had given ip the earch for the missing paper as d he recall that it t in George's i that Billie had first come into his e. Between her, then, and himself George i ‘ I iit | is primar for the purpose of get- ng Billie’s name and addre from George that he had come t he cottage And now that the moment had arrived for touching ipon the subject, he felt a little embar- i i Wher you Visited the castle ” he said ner ou visited the castle oo Last Thursday,”’ said George help- fu exact Wher 1 ited the castle ist Thursday, there was a young lady with Not realizing that the subject had been changed, George was under the impression that the other had shifted his front and was about to attack him from another angle He countered stou hat seemed to him in insinuation We merely happened to meet at the ustle She came there quite independ- ent of me Lord Marshmoret vwoked alarmed, You didn’t know her he said anx Certainly | knew het he is an old friend of mine But if iu inting ' Not at all,” rejoined the earl, pro foundly relieved N ita | ask merely because this young lady, with whom I had me conversatior was good enough to give me her name and addres She, too, happened to mistake me for a gardener.” It those corduroy users,” mur- mured C,eorge in extenuatior | have unfortunat lost then You can always get another pair.” Ik} I say you can alwa get another pair of corduroy trousel | has not lost my trouser | have lost the young lady's name and address.” Gah!” | promised to send her some rosea. She “ be expecting them.” That's odd; | was just reading a letter from her when you came in. That must be what she referring to when she says: ‘if you see dadda, the old dear, tell him not to forget my roses.’ I read it three times and couldn't make any sense of it Are you Dadda?"’ Che earl smirked he did address me in the course of our conversation as ‘dadda.’”’ Then the message is for you.” THE SATURDAY “A very quaint and charming girl. What is her name? And where can I find her?” ‘‘Her name’s Billie Dore.” Billie?” sillie.”” ‘Billie!’ said Lord Marshmoreton softly. “T had better write it down. And her addr as?"’ “I don’t know her private address. But you could always reach her at the Regal Theater.”’ “Ah! She is on the stage?” ‘Yes, she’s in my piece, Follow the Girl.” “Indeed! Are you a playwright, Mr. Bevan?” **Good Lord, no!”’ “I’m a composer.” “Very interesting. And you met Miss Dore through her being in this play of yours?” “Oh, no, I knew her before she went on the stage. She was a stenographer in a music publisher's office when we first met.” “‘Good gracious! Was she really a ste- nographer?” “Yes. Why?” “‘Oh—ah— nothing, nothing. Something just happened to come into my mind.” What had happened to come into Lord Marshmoreton’s mind was a fleeting vision of Billie Dore installed in Miss Alice Fara- day’s place as his secretary. With such a helper it would be a pleasure to work on that infernal family history which was now such a bitter toil. But the daydream passed. He knew perfectly well that he had not the courage to dismiss Alice. In the hands of that calm-eyed girl he was as putty. She exercised over him the hypnotic spell a lion tamer exercises over his little playmates. “We have been pals for years,” said George. “Billie is one of the best fellows in the world.” ‘A charming girl.” “She would give her last nickel to any- one that asked for it.” “Delightful!” “And as straight as a string! ever said a word against Billie.” “No?” “She may go out to lunch and supper and all that kind of thing, but there’s noth- ing to that.” “Nothing!” agreed the earl warmly. “Girls must eat!” “They do. You ought to see them!” ‘A little harmless relaxation after the fatigue of the day!” “Exactly. Nothing more.” Lord Marshmoreton felt more drawn than ever to this sensible young man, sen- sible, at least, on all points but one. It was a pity they could not see eye to eye on what was and what was not suitable in the matter of the love affairs of the aristocracy “So you are a composer, Mr. Bevan?” he said affably. es. said George, shocked. No one EVENING POST Lord Marshmoreton gave a little sigh. “It’s a long time since I went to see a musical performance—more than twenty years. When I was up at Oxford, and for some years afterward, I was a great theatergoer. Never used to miss a first night at the Gaiety. Those were the days of Nelly Farren and Kate Vaughan. Flor- ence St. John too. How excellent she was in Faust Up to Date! But we missed Nelly Farren. Meyer Lutz was the Gaiety composer then. But a good deal of water has flowed under the bridge since those days. I don’t suppose you have ever heard of Meyer Lutz?” “I don’t think I have.’ “‘ Johnnie Toole was playing a piece called Partners—not a good play. And the Yeo- men of the Guard had just been produced at the Savoy. That makes it seem a long time ago, doesn’t it? Well, I mustn’t take up all your time. Good-by, Mr. Bevan. I am glad to have had the opportunity of this little talk. The Regal Theater I think you said is where your piece is playing? I shall probably be going to London shortly. I hope to see it.” Lord Marshmoreton rose. ‘As regards that other matter, there is no hope of inducing you to see the matter in the right light?” “We seem to disagree as to which is the right light.” “Then there is nothing more to be said. I will be perfectly frank with you, Mr. Bevan. I like you.” “The feeling is quite mutual.” “But I don’t want you as a son-in-law. And, dammit!” exploded Lord Marsh- moreton, “‘I won't have you as a son-in- law! Do you think that you can harry and assault my son Percy in the heart of Piccadilly, and generally make yourself a damned nuisance, and then settle down here, without an invitation, at my very gates and expect to be welcomed into the bosom of the family? If I were a young man va “IT thought we had agreed that you were a young man.” “Don’t interrupt me!” “T only said Ee “I heard what you said. Flattery!”’ “Nothing of the kind. Truth.’ Lord Marshmoreton melied. He smiled. “Young idiot!” ‘*We agree there all right.” Lord Marshmoreton hesitated. Then with a rush he unbosomed himself, and made his own position in the matter clear. “IT know what you'll be saying to your- self the moment my back is turned. You'll be calling me a stage heavy father and an old snob and a number of other things. Don’t interrupt me, dammit! You will, I tell you! And you'll be wrong. I don’t think the Marshmoretons are fenced off from the rest of the world by some sort of divinity. My sister does. Percy does. But Percy’s an ass! If ever you find yourself thinking differently from my son Percy on June 7,1919 any subject, congratulate yourself. You'll be right!”’ “But “I know what you’re going to say. Let me finish. If I were the only person con- cerned I wouldn’t stand in Maud’s way, whoever she wanted to marry, provided he was a good fellow and likely to make her happy. But I’m not. There’s my sister Caroline. There’s a whole crowd of silly, cackling fools—my sisters, my sons-in-law, all the whole pack of them! If I didn’t oppose Maud in this damned infatuation she’s got for you— if I stood by and let her marry you—what do you think would hap- pen to me? I’d never have a moment’s peace! The whole gabbling pack of them would be at me, saying I was to blame. There would be arguments, discussions, family councils! I hate arguments! I loathe discussions! Family councils make me sick! I’m a peaceable man and I like a quiet life! And, damme, I’m going to have it! So there’s the thing for you in letters of one syllable. I don’t object to you per- sonally, but I’m not going to have you bothering me. I'll admit freely that since I have made your acquaintance I have al- tered the unfavorable opinion I had formed of you from—from hearsay “Exactly the same with me,” said George. ‘‘ You ought never to believe what people tell you. Everyone told me your middle name was Nero, and that ~ “Don’t interrupt me!” “T wasn’t. I was just pointing out “Be quiet! I say I have changed my opinion of you to a great extent. I men- tion this unofficially, as a matter that has no bearing on the main issue; for as re- gards any idea you may have of inducing me to agree to your marrying my daughter, let me tell you I am unalterably opposed to any such thing!” “Don’t say that.” “What the devil do you mean—don’t say that! I do say that! It is out of the question. Do you understand? Very well then. Good morning.” The door closed. Lord Marshmoreton walked away feeling that he had been commendably stern. George filled his pipe and sat smoking. He wondered what Maud was doing at that moment. Maud at that moment was greeting her brother with a bright smile as he limped downstairs after a belated shave and change of costume. “Oh, Percy dear,”’ she was saying, “I had quite an adventure this morning. An awful tramp followed me for miles—such a horrible-looking brute! I was so frightened that I had to ask the curate in the next village to drive him away. I did wish I had had you there to protect me! Why don’t you come with me sometimes when I take a country walk? It really isn’t safe for me to be alone!” ” (TO BE CONTINUED)

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Next afternoon, when I knew the Major was asleep, I slipped back into the kitchen and said to Louis Garnier, the chef: “Is there any of that terrapin left over from last night?”’ All unconscious of his treason Louis took me into the pantry and triumphantly showed me three jars: bearing the Augustin label and the Philadelphia express tags! On another occasion a friend of the Ma- jor’s passing the Brunswick and observing some diamond-back shells in the window said, ‘‘Major, have you any real live ter- rapins?” “Live!” cried the Frenchman. “Only this morning I open the ice box and they were all dancing the cancan.”’ “Major,” persisted the friend, “I'll go you a bottle of Veuve Clicquot you cannot show me an actual living terrapin.” “What do you take me for—confidence man?” the Major retorted. ‘How you expect an old sport like me to bet upon a certainty?” “Never mind your ethics. The wager is drink, not money. In any event we shall have the wine.” “Oh, well,” says the Frenchman, says he, with a shrug and a droll grimace, “‘if you insist on paying for a bottle of wine come with me.” He took a lighted candle, and together they went back to the ice box. It was liter- ally filled with diamond-backs, and my friend thought he was gone for sure. “La!” says the Major with triumph, rummaging among the mass of shells with his cane as he held the candle aloft. “But,”’ says my friend, ready to sur- render, yet taking a last chance, “‘you told me they were dancing the cancan!” The Major picked up a terrapin and turned it over in his hand. Quite numb and frozen the animal within made no sign. Then he stirred the shells about in the box with his cane. Still not a show of life. Of a sudden he stopped, reflected a moment, then looked at his watch. “Ah,” he murmured. “I quite forget. The terrapin, they are asleep. It is ten- thirty, and the terrapin he regularly go to sleep at ten o’clock by the watch every night,”’ and without another word hereached for the Veuve Clicquot! For all his volubility in matters of ro- mance and sentiment the Major was ex- ceedingly reticent about his immediate self and his own affairs. His legends referred to the distant of time and place. A certain dignity could not be denied him, and on occasion a proper reserve; he rarely men- tioned his business —though he worked like LOOKING BACKWARD (Concluded from Page 30) June 7,1919 a slave, and could not have been making much or any profit—so that there rose the query how he contrived to make both ends meet. Little by little I came into the know]- edge that there was a money supply from somewhere; finally, it matters not how, that he had an annuity of forty thousand francs, paid in quarterly installments of ten thousand franes each. Occasionally he mentioned the old house, and in relating the famous Sophonisba epi- sode late at night, and only in the very fastnesses of the wine cellar, as it were, at the most lachrymose passage he spoke of “V'Oncle Célestin’’ with the deepest feel- ing. “Did you ever hear the Frenchman tell that story about Sophonisba?” Doctor Stoic, whom on account of his affectation of insensibility we were wont to call Old Ada- mant, once asked me. “ Well, sir, the other night he told it to me, and he was drunk, and he cried, sir; and I was drunk, and I cried too!” I had known the Frenchman now ten or a dozen years. That he came from Mar- seilles, that he had served on the Confederate side in the Trans-Mississippi, that he pos- sessed an annuity, that he must have been well born and reared, that he was «imple, yet canny, and in his money dealings scru- pulously honest, was all I could be sure of. What had he done to be ashamed about or to wish to conceal? In what was he a black sheep, for that he had been one seemed certain? Had the beautiful woman, his wife—a tireless church and charity worker, who lived the life of a recluse and a saint had she reclaimed him from his former self? I knew that she had been the im- mediate occasion of his turning over a new leaf. But before her time what had he been, what had he done? Late one night, when the rain was falling and the streets were empty, I entered the Brunswick. It was empty too. In the farthest corner of the little dining room the Major, his face buried in his hands laid upon the table in front of him, sat silently weeping. He did not observe my entrance and I seated myself on the opposite side of the table. Presently he looked up and, see- ing me, without a word passed me a letter which, all blistered with tears, had brought him to this distressful state. It was a for- mal French burial summons, with its long list of family names—his among the rest the envelope, addressed in a lady’s hand his sister’s, the wife of a nobleman in high military command—the postmark “ Lyon.” Uncle Célestin was dead. Thereafter the Frenchman told me much which I may not recall and must not re- peat; for included in that funeral list were some of the best names in France, Uncle Célestin himself not the least of them. At last he died, and as mysteriously as he had come his body was taken away, nobody knew when, nobody where, and with it the beautiful woman his wife, of whom from that day to this I have never heard a word Editor’s Note—This is the twelfth of a series of articles by Mr. Watterson The next will appear in an early issue ALLEY MONEY (Continued from Page 38) all these other fools, huh? You is still got yo’ eyes on the faces an’ figgers of young gals? Well, when I finishes with you The news became general. It was at first received with open incredulity. It-was sub- stantiated and became the topic of the hour. The election was only two weeks distant and for the first time in years the members of the lodge were keyed up to a high pitch of excitement. Otheller was in his element. He was enjoying himself hugely. He snooped about industriously, picking up morsels of politi- cal gossip where he could, quietly cam- paigning for Ethline and trying his best to get a true line on the situation. Things seemed to be coming his way. More, he arranged secret conference after secret conference between Isaac and Ethline. Nothing of importance was discussed at the conferences, but they were thoroughly enjoyable and kept the rival candidates satisfied. Each was trusting in Otheller and disdainful of the other’s credulity. Of course the conferences were strictly private. It would never do, explained Otheller, to let the others know they were in cahoots. Otheller himself became the champion conferee in the Birmingham district. He met Christeen in isolated spots and liberally imparted high-sounding and utterly foolish advice. He conversed frequently and pro- fusely with the harassed Isaac and con- vinced him that his election was assured. But more frequently than all he was with Ethline. His political conversations with her bordered on the personal. Otheller’s sun was shining brightly and he was making an excellent crop of hay. But it was Bud Peaglar who limped in and heaved a bomb into Otheller’s political cosmos. Bud was a shrewd observer with a hundred per cent acquaintance among the voters of the lodge. In the rear of Bud’s pool emporium one afternoon Otheller heard Bud lay fifty dollars against forty that Isaac Gethers would win, provided no other (Continued on Page 137)

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(Continued from Page 134) male candidate entered the field. Much perturbed, Otheller cornered his employer. “You think Isaac is gwine be re’lected?” Bud laughed. “They is a law of the lodge which says a candidate is got to be at the meetin’ or he cain’t be voted on. If’n Isaac is at that they meetin’, Otheller, he’s gwine be "lected sho’s hell’s a fishpond.” **How come you think that?” “*T ain’t on’y think it—I know it!” ‘“*How come?” ‘These heah wimmin is gwine split the female vote an’ that’ll give Isaac a big le ad.” ‘But they is plenty of men which don’ like Isaac an’ which will vote fo’ Sis’ Ethline.”’ “Yeh, an’ you is forgotten that they is a heap of wimmin which don’ like Chris- teen cause’s she is pow’ful uppity an’ hates Ethline cause’n she is young an’ one of the pretties’ gals which they is in Bummin’ham. An’ when wimmin hates other wimmin, Otheller, they is gwine do all which is in they power to kee ~p ’em from gittin’ a high presition what the head of the lodge is. ‘But,” inquired Otheller thoughtfully, ‘which one of them wimmin would git ‘lected if’n Isaac Gethers never showed up to the meetin’?”’ “Ethline Rollerson, of co’se.”’ “*Shuah?” ** Positive **] mean is you hones’ shuah? “They ain’t even one li’l single chancet otherwise, Ortheller, cause’n Ise tellin’ you they ain’t never been a woman hated so much like what Christeen is. They ain’t nobody likes her an’ they neither ain’t no- body gwine vote fo’ her, ’ceptin’ she’s the only woman in the race.” The idea was disturbing. Otheller was grimly determined to elect Ethline to the potentacy. He was beginning to suspect that he had read the cards wrong. Those in close touch with the situation were unanimous in believing that Isaac could win handily against either or both women. They asserted that under any circumstances he would poll a majority vote. Bud Peaglar was an oracle in such matters and he loved a dollar as the average man loves his life. He had given odds on Isaac. Isaac himself was no fool and he radiated confidence in himself. He knew his own strength and his own weakness; he had shown his wisdom in hiring Othel- ler to guard against contingencies. But he maintained stoutly that he could defeat both female candidates. Otheller sought the advice of Florian Slappey, the dapper, dandified secretary of the lodge. He laid the question before Florian. Brother Slappey’s verdict came unhesitatingly: ‘“‘No matter who runs, Brother Hey- ward, they ain’t gwine be on’y one pusson in the race an’ his name is Isaac Gethers. He’s gwine git mo’ votes than what them two wimmin is gwine poll t’gether.’ The following night wasa sad and thought- ful one for Otheller. Ethline’s election was not only the trump card in his suit for her heart and hand, but the failure of his plan and her defeat would change her idolatry of him to withering scorn. He would then be in the position of having made her a laughingstock in the colored community; he would have throttled his last chance and opened the road to Jerry Skillet’s early matrimonial bliss. Toward morning an idea seeped into his brain. It was a good idea. It stuck. Othel- ler rose, crossed to the mirror of his dresser and addressed his reflection: “‘Otheller Heyward,” he orated sternly, “they ain’t on’y one thing fo’ you to do: you Is got to git Isaac Gethers outen that race!” He was particularly appalled by the magnitude of the job he thus calmly pade himself do. Already he was gripped by the preliminary pains of an idea directed to- ward Isaaec’s undoing. It was obvious that Christeen was his key. Christeen—how could he arouse her to the point of action where she would bodily yank Isaac out of the race? She was skinny, passing ugly and green-eyed. Oth- eller slapped his thigh, threw back his head and roared with laughter. The completed scheme fairly slapped him in the face. It was a veritable wonder. ‘They ain’t no pickle a man can’t git out of if’n he’s got brains like what I is got,’”’ he observed to himself His whole card was Christeen’s jealousy. Isaac wasn’t much to be jealous of, but ” 9” such as he was Christeen made the most of him. All well and good; Otheller was the arranger of the many secret confer- ences between Isaac and Ethline. There- fore Otheller calmly purposed making his adored one the tertium quid in arousing the jealous ire of Christeen to the point where she would immediately and forcibly eliminate Isaac as a candidate. Otheller sat down to think it over. Just one little detail was lacking to make the plan complete. In thinking of jealousy Otheller’s mind reverted to the sparks of green he had seen in Jerry’s eyes the last few days. Otheller entertained no ambition to arouse Jerry’s ire. He didn’t mind marry- ing Jerry’s fiancée, but until he did so he didn’t wish that gentleman to suspect that he had any personal designs upon her. Therefore it appeared to him that some- how Jerry must be injected—as an ally into the Gethers’ débacle. At first blush such a condition appeared impossible, but Otheller was not one to be stumped by a simple problem in manipulation. He gave himself over to a session of headachy thinking. He had managed things so well that no one save himself, Isaac and Ethline was aware of the many confabs between the two candidates for the potentacy of the lodge. Heretofore he had not thought of them as grist for his mill. But now He wanted Jerry Skillet as an ally, not as an enemy. Jerry boasted two strong arms and Otheller didn’t know when he Otheller—might need them. Besides he wished to lull Jerry’s rousing suspicion that he might entertain toward Ethline a feeling which was not in keeping with the senti- ments which an unattached gentleman is commonly supposed to have toward the lady of his friend’s choice. By the following morning his scheme had fully matured. Otheller was quite en- tranced with it. He hastened to Jerry and smiled away the baleful glare which that young man bestowed upon him. The con- versational preliminaries done away with, Otheller got down to brass tacks. “I is been seein’ a heap of Miss Ethline lately,”’ he vouchsafed. “You ain’t tellin’ me nothin’ I don’ know a’ready,”’ snapped Jerry. “She’s a nice gal—pow’ful nice. But foolish.” ‘*How comes, foolish?”’ “Jes’ so, jes’ so. ’Co’se I is on'y int’rested in her ’countin’ I is a friend of yourn an’ you is gwine make ma’iage with her.” “Thet so?”’ “* Absotively.” “Tis been wond’rin’ lately ae *“Wond’rin’ ain’t never he’ped no man. You is been misundumstandin’ things, Jerry Skillet, an’ I is ’shame’ of you. You is been thinkin’ they was sumthin’ ’twix’ I an’ Ethline, wa’n’t you?” Jerry gazed upon his beaming friend and shook his head in shamefaced negation. “Not ’zac ly.’ “IT is been tryin’ to he’p you, Jerry Skillet, an’ now I is came to you as a frien’ an’ adwiser both.” ““Bouten which?” Whereupon Otheller pulled out all stops and plunged into the little matter of Eth- line’s candidacy for Grand Magnificent High Potentate of The Sons and Daughters of I Will Arise. He averred that Ethline was certain of f election. ““An’ you knows yo’ ownse’f, Jerry Skil- let, that if’n any woman is ‘lected to a office like what that is it’s boun’ to go to THE SATURDAY

her haid an’ she won't be fitten fo’ no | se’f-respectin’ man to live with. You ain’t on’y got to look at Isaac an’ ,Christeen Gethers. A’ready Christeen is makin’ Isaac’s life so mis’able that it’s even | wuss’n it’s ever been be “! an’ jes’ ’countin’ she thinks she is gwine be ‘lected—which she ain’t. “Tha’sso, Brother Heyward; tha’s plumb so. But I ain’t been so wo’ied bouten Ethline ‘cause I thought she was gwine git beat.” Otheller nodded sympathetic understand- ing of Jerry’s colossal ignorance. ‘*Tha’s cause’n you ain’t no prelitical expert like | what I is, Brother Skillet. If'n you was you'd see right off quick that they ain’t no- body got a chancet to be ‘lected ‘ceptin’ on’y Ethline. She’s plumb certain to git the mos’ votes less’n they’s some expert pre litical work done to keep her from it.” ‘How c’n that be done?” | Peterborough, Ontario Otheller opened his lips, then closed them. He shook his head hopelessly.

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New York City 10 Factories — Branches in 63 Lange Cities most Jonns AMIE Maeve covers tus CONTING And also through — Asbestos TO THE TRADE: Non-Burn is and its alhed products marketed only through recognized Jobber-Dealer channels, thus as- JOHNS.MANVILLE suring satisfaction to your cus- tomers and a fair profit to you, Serves in Conservation for Safety's Sake~_ Heat Insulations, High Temperature Cements, Asbestos Roohngs, a ings, Brake Linings, Fire Prevention Products ANVILLE EQUIPMENT JOHN AUTOMOTIVE | a fee fo’ . penee. EVENING POST “Tha’ssumthin’ which cain’t be’splained, Brother Skillet. Politics is got to be bohn in a man like what it was in me. But sumthin’ oughter be done. Tha’s shuah. If’n ’tain’t, Ethline is gwine be ‘lected an’ it’s goin’ to her haid an’ then you ain’t vine be so ve’y glad that you ma’ied her.” “ Ain’t it the truth?” “Tt sho’ is. I wisht I could give you the right adwice—on’y it’s one of them things which has to be did an’ cain’t be talked.” **Mebbe she is gwine be ‘lected ‘gainst all anybody c’n do.”’ “No. They ain’t no candidate cain’t be *feated if’n she is handled right. It’s a pity you ain’t a expert like what I is, ’cause’n if you was you could ’ten’ to it.” Jerry cogitated intensively. “Tha’s yo’ prefessional business, ain't it, Otheller?”’ “What?” “Politics.” “Tt shuah is.” “Then,” inspirationally, “why cain’t I *ploy you prefessionally to see that Ethline gits defeated in the ‘lection? Co’se she ain’t never to know I is doin’ it an’ they ain’t nobody else to know.” Otheller appeared to think. “That ain’t sech a bad idee, Jerry. 'ddo | it fo’ you fo’ nothin’ on’y a long time ago I swore a swear that I always would cha’ge my se’vices. But if’n twen’y-five dollars ——’”’ The money was paid on the spot and the contract closed. Otheller parted from the gullible Jerry Skillet in an exalted frame of mind. He had not only collected twenty- five dollars of his money and brought his total cash-in-hand earnings on the political mixup he had started to one hundred dol- lars even, but he had made it possible to spend considerable of his time in the com- pany of Ethline Rollerson without arousing Jerry’s suspicion. He was not one whit less determined to elect Ethline, but he could now go ahead freely and count on Jerry as a blind ally. “They say they ute,”” reflected Otheller. ease Jerry must of been is one bohn ev’y min- “Tf'n tha’s the intended to be | twins.” Immediately following his remunerative conversation with Jerry, Otheller made his way to the Gethers homestead, where he found Mrs. Gethers engaged over several pairs of ex-socks. She bade him be seated and inquired the object of his visit. Otheller was portentously secretive. He appeared to be bursting with the impor- tance of his tidings. And then, when he had the fiery spouse of the flabby potentate worked up to a fever pitch, he spoke softly but convincingly of an infatuation which had but recently developed between her husband and the fair Ethline Rollerson. At first she was skeptical. “Huh! A good-lookin’ gal like Ethline ain’t got no time fo’ a fat no-’count like what Isaac is.” “Ain't no use conversationin’ "bout why she is runnin’ with him, Sis’ Christeen. Fac’ is they is together constant an’ I knows it. “*How you know it?” “T sees ‘em together frequent, at her house. Is you been knowin’ “No-o!” “An’ ‘sides, mos’ ly that?” ifn that ain’t ’nough to conwince you, mebbe this will: Did you know that it was yo’ ve’'y own husban’, Isaac Gethers, which got Ethline to enter the lodge race jes’ so’s you’d be beat?”’ Christeen rose. She rose suddenly and heatedly. She demanded proof, which Otheller blandly furnished. Then she raved. He gave her free rein for fifteen minutes, encouraging her when she fal- tered in denouncing her consort. He was chuckling quietly over what was going to happen in the Gethers household in the very near future, with Isaac as the hap- Truly the revenge he was wreaking against the once discourteous official was a dire one and the best part of the situation was that Isaac was paying for it. It was soothing to Otheller’s artistic sense; a case of politics on the highest possible plane. But he had not yet played all of his good cards. He waited until the first storm had toned down and fired the inevitable question: “What you want me to do, teen?” “Huh! ’Tain’t no patie of what is you to do—it’s what is I to do? “Tha’s the truth.” “What is you got to siggest?”’ “Make him stop cuttin’ fumadiddles Sis’ Chris- with Ethline.” | “How I e’n do that, Brother Heyward?” June 7,1919 “Tell Jerry Skillet bouten wha’s goin’ on. Him bein’ Ethline’s fiansay he’ll mos’ prob’ly ’ten’ to it.” That afternoon Mrs. Christeen Gethers told the tale to Jerry Skillet with such embellishments as occurred to her heated mind. Jerry came frothing to Otheller with news of the perfidy of his fiancée. Otheller attempted to soothe him. ““Co’se I is been sispectin’ same fo’ the longes’ time,”’ he admitted. ‘ Leastaways I is been thinkin’ I was sispectin’ it. But they wa’n’t no use tellin’ you. "Twoul'n’t do nothin’ on’y make you mis’able.” “Otheller, when a man’s ve’y own fian- say is runnin’ roun’ with another man, ain’t he gota right to be mis’able?”’ “You ain’t know she is.” ue hristeen says “‘Christeen uses her mouth a whole heap to make talk with. Now my adwice to you, Brother Skillet, is to keep yo’ shirt on. My idee is that Brother Gethers is gwine git beat in the ‘lection an’ Ethline is gwine git beat too also. An’ when Ethline gits beat she ain’t gwine have nothin’ mo’ to do with Isaac, ’countin’ she'll be sore at him cause’n he got her into the race.’ ‘Nothin’ mo’ ain’t he’pin’ now, is it?”’ Otheller was enjoying himself. Jerry was rising avidly to the bait and Otheller had rose-pink visions of a consuming jealousy which would result in the jilting of Ethline by her lover. The fact that he was placing her in a rather questionable light did not bother him materially. He was far more vitally concerned with the end than with the means. There were two courses open to him: one the crude inflaming of Jerry’s jealousy with immediate action; the other—the far more artistic plan—of storing Jerry’s wrath until the night of the election and then drafting it to keep Isaac away from the meeting in case Christeen’s jealousy did not do the work And it didn’t. During the following ten days Isaac wore an exceedingly woebegone and bedraggled expression which hinted broadly of domestic discord of the practical type, but there was too much at stake for even a henpecked husband to capitulate, and he was fighting his hearthstone battles with greater spirit than he had exhibited since the days of his honeymoon. Christeen admitted to Otheller that she couldn't un- derstand Isaac. He refused to be subdued entirely. The best she was able to do was terrorize him, and that was poor satisfac- tion. Otheller commiserated with her and drew golden pictures of her bliss when she should be returned winner in the lodge over her husband and the woman of whom she was so insanely jealous. He experienced greater difficulty in handling Jerry Skillet. Jerry was on the warpath, yelling for blood and lots of it. He wanted to wrap his strong fingers round the windpipe of the perfidious Isaac and squeeze—squeeze hard. Nothing would normally have pleased Otheller better, but, though not ane to the modus operandi proposed by Jerry he was most particular as to time and place. The closer the election the more certain Otheller became that the very presence of Isaac in the hall spelled victory for that gentleman and disaster for Otheller’s pet schemes. Otheller could not think of a more bitter dose than the election of Isaac Gethers. True an additional twenty-five dollars would be due from Isaac should he be the successful candidate, but on the other hand Otheller knew that by Isaac’s victory he would irrevocably lose out with the delec- table Ethline and incur the everlasting enmity of Christeen—two possibilities with potentialities not to be sneezed aside. ‘In addition to that the most glorious portion of his elaborate plotting would have fallen flat. Otheller insisted that Jerry might pos- sibly be in a fair way to ruin his own chances for matrimonial bliss by flying off at a tan- gent and giving a too-ready ear to wild rumors. Of course he admitted his belief that all was not as it should be between Isaac and Ethline. “But a ounce of bein’ shuah, Brother Skillet, is wuth a poun’ an’ a halft of bein’ sorry. Things looked black for the crisscross schemes of the imported spellbinder when the day of election dawned. Late the revious night when the pool business had ulled for the moment he had adroitly uestioned Florian Slappey and Bud eaglar, the political mentors of The Sons (Continued on Page 141)

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— ae (Continued from Page 138) and Daughters of I Will Arise. They agreed that Isaac would have a walkaway, whether both women ran or only one. Christeen’s fatal weakness, they contended, was her disagreeable disposition and _ highfalutin airs; Ethline’s lack of strength, her youth and lack of executive experience. Though they were sure that the women voters would not stand together, they were equally positive that the men would, when opposed by a crusader of the opposite sex “*S’posin’ they wa’nt on ¥, Cc hristeen an’ Ethline at the meetin’? S’posin’ Isaac never showed up?” ‘S'posin’ somebody give me a pair of dice which woul’n’t on’y shoot sevens an’ ’levens?”’ “Tse se’ious “You sounds plumb jokin’. But if’n Isaac wa'n't there I reckon Ethline would win fo’ to one.” A studious survey of the last-minute situation convinced Otheller that these men had the true dope. Obviously it was up to him to keep Isaac Gethers away from the meeting, for, according to the by-laws of the lodge, no member was eligible to be voted upon for office unless present in person. Otheller pasted an expression of utter lugubriosity upon his face and made his way to the place where Jerry Skillet worked. “Brother Skillet,”’ he began cheerlessly, “T is got two pieces of bad news fo’ you.” “Huh?” “Sho’ nuff. Fust off, I now b’lieves that yo’ sispicions regahdin’ Isaac Gethers an yo’ gal is true.” ““An’—an’ what else?’”’ wrathfully. “T’other piece of news is—I c’n prove it!” Jerry clapped a perspiring hand to his forehead. **An’ that bein’ the case, Brother Skillet, an’ me bein’ a frien’ of your’n, I ain’t no man to stan’ in the way of a fiansay which has been treated like what you has from wreakin’ his full revenge. I Jes’ wan’s you to promise me one thing, “Brother Skillet on’y jes’ one thing.” “Yeh! yeh! What might that be?” — got proof fo’ you that yo’ fiansay is traipsin’ roun’ with Isaac Gethers, but I ain’t want you to be rat him up ontil you git said proof with yo’ own eyes.” Jerry promised. He wanted proof, yet he feared it. “"'Twoul’n’t be so bad if’n twas a reg’lar man,” he wailed. ‘‘But a ol’ moo-cow monkey like Isaac Gethers—Oh! Lawsy! Otheller, you don’ know how awful it is!” Otheller maintained that he did. ‘An’ the proof which I is got is this, Brother Skillet: You know the alley which the lodge rooms of The Sons and Daughters of | Will Arise stan’s on the corner of it?”’ “Yeh, shuah I knows it.” An’ you know that the lection meetin’ is gwine be at eight-thutty t’night?”’ ‘Yeh.’ “Does you also know on t’other end of that alley which the lodge rooms is on the corner of they is a vacant house which is owned by Brothe +r Semore Mashby?”’ “The house what Brother November Spurling went an’ died in? ‘Tha’s the ve’y same house what I designates. “Well, t’night ‘twix’ sev’n-fo’ty an’ eight o’clock Ethline Rollerson an’ Isaac Gethers is gwine meet in that house —— Now wait a minute; don’ you go skally- hootin’ off like that. Lis’en to me out an’ then decide what you is gwine do; decide it sober an’ quiet. An’ you don’ know but what mebbe I is wrong. They is some better men’n me which has been wrong once in they lives. “That alley which Brother Spurling useter live on, an’ which his house is still on it, is a long dark alley ’thout no lights. I reckon that is jes’ "bouten the longes’ an’ darkes’ alley which they is in Bummin’ham. Now I ain’t sayin’ what Sis’ Ethline and Brother Gethers is meetin’ they fo’—an’ mebbe come they ain’t gwine meet a-tall. But I’d siggest that you posts yo’se’f in the alley near to that house t’night "bouten sevum-thutty or there’bouts an’ wait. If’n I is right you is gwine see Sis’ Ethline an’ Brother Gethers sneak in they at diffe’ent times. An’ under such succum- stances, ifn I was you an’ ‘gage’ to Ethline I’d jes’ nacherally wait in that dahk alley ontil they come out an’ stahted fo’ the meetin’ an’ then I'd step up an’ sqush Brother Gethers in the jaw; one choked Jerry time right in the jaw—an’ hahd. I reckon it’d come might’ nigh bein’ a lesson to him. ““An’ case’n you wan’s to know why I sigges’s a dahk alley, Brother Skillet, it’s *cause’n you is gwine marry Sis’ Ethline an’ you don’ want no scandal ‘tached to her name. An’ if’n you busted Brother Gethers in public ev’ybody would know it an’ fin’ out why you done same. “Now after you is slammed him a good one, why all you got to do is jes’ to quiet Ethline up—she’s gwine be bellerin’, an’, knowin’ wimmin’ like I do, I know she’s gwine be plumb sorry you foun’ her out an’ bring her straight down to the lodge meetin’. Then when they fin’s Brother Gethers lyin’ up in the alley they ain’t gwine sispec’ you was mixed up in them injerries | rao which he is goin’ to got. On’erstan’? “Yeh—yeh, but wha’s that *bouten me bringin’ Ethline to the meetin’? Mebbe | she’s gwine git ‘lected if’n I do. Otheller threw back his head and laughed uproariously. “G'wan, Brother Skillet, you is jes’ makin’ a whole passel of foolish talk. When you reemahks 'bouten Sis’ Ethline gittin’ ‘lected you is showin’ you ain't got good sense. I is got things fixed up such- wise that Sis’ Christeen will git ten votes to ev’yone which comes Sis’ Ethline’s way. An’ b'lieve me, bein’ an expert like what I is, I knows jes’ zac’ly what I is talkin’ "bout. An’ that bein’ the case, Brother Skillet, you know well as me they coul’n’t be no ‘Neuer lesson fo’ the woman which you is gwine marry than to be beat in public like that, an’ by another woman. Ain’t it a fac’, now, ain’t it?” Jerry admitted that it was a fact. He was thoroughly convinced. hypnotized and completely taken in by Otheller’s deft switching from false premise to pleasing conclusion. The plan of Otheller appeared perfect in every detail. Jerry was to get satisfying revenge upon Isaac Gethers, escape the consequences of it, THE SATURDAY More, he was | avoid scandal, reunite himself to a docile | and contrite Ethline and celebrate his own supremacy by witnessing her public defeat | at the election. There didn’t seem to be a flaw. He expressed that opinion to Otheller and Otheller chucklec “No,” he agreed readily, “they ain't nothin’ wrong with it a-tall. Not a thing.” And then to himself added: concerned.’ Otheller whistled blithely as he parted from Jerry and went in search of Isaac Gethers. He found Brother Gethers blithely confident of his success at the approaching election and extremely appre- ciative of Otheller’s infinite wisdom in introducing Ethline as a candidate. Isaa had been through many a wild-eyed ex- perience with his wife since her jealousy of Ethline had become aroused, but he counted the world well lost should he be victorious over her that night. “It’s gwine be a lesson she is been needin’ fo’ the longes’ time,”’ he said. Otheller accepted a cigar and came straight to the point. “We ain’t want nothin’ to go (wrong t’night, Brother Geth ers, does we?’ “We shuah don’t. “Theyfo’ it becomes nessery that you an’ Sis’ Ethline have a confe’ence jes’ befo’ the meetin’ takes place. Co’se I is gwine be there too. We wan’s to prepare fo’ all contingumcies.” “Ain't it the truth?” “You said it. Now lis’en heah at what I is sayin’: You know that house which Brother November Spurling used to live in up the alley from the lodge rooms? ‘Yeh.’ “Well, at eight o'clock t’night I is gwine meet you an’ Sis’ Ethline up there an’ we is gwine talk over final plans. Co’se it goes "thout sayin’ that meetin’ is on the stric’ K. T. ’Medjitly as we finishes I is gwine ’sco’t Sis’ Ethline to the meetin’ an’ you is to folly a couple of minutes later see?” “T see; I see.”’ “Co’se if’n anythin’ sh’d prevent my comin’ there, don’ you wait no longer’n eight-fifteen. If’n it sh’d be that I ain’t there, you bring Sis’ Ethline down the alley yo’ ownse’f an’ lef’ her just outside the do’ of the lodge rooms.” Secret conferences with Otheller and the fair Ethline had gone to Isaac’s head. He was intoxicated by the atmosphere of conspiracy which completely surrounded the election. And of course he agreed to be at the appointed spot at the designated hour. He agreed gratefully and effusively. “S'far’s I is | EVENING POST 141 York Sun, Ang to GLARE CAUSES | MOTOR WRECK | Four Men and a Woman “ Injured as Automobile : is Capsized., How it _ Ftappened/ OU know that heavily shaded road near Hunter's Point, with so many bends and turns? 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REVERE RUBBER COMPANY 1788 Broadway, New York TIRES THE SATURDAY | REVERE Heyward.’ packed. | impressed upon both would-be | really has been, | EVENING POST “Brother Heyward,” he concluded, “‘ you is shuah been the bestes’ frien’ which I is ever had.” Otheller returned a delphic answer: “You ain’t know how good a frien’ I Brother Gethers.” From the presence of the potentate he | made his way to the home of the girl whom he desired first to elect to the rulership of the lodge and later of his home. He found her on the qui vive with excitement and busy over a ravishing election gown. To her he disclosed the plans for the confer- ence at the Spurling home. She was as receptive as Isaac had been—and as unsuspic jous. : ““Co’se, above all things what is, Sis’ Ethline, talky-talk which you and Brother Ge* is gwine have t’night.” “Ain’t no chancet of you ain’t to tell Jerry ’bouten this hers that, Brother *"Member—eight o’clock. An’ be on time.” “IT is gwine be "head o’ time.” “Good!” He turned away, paused and then as an afterthought—‘‘An’ say, Sis’ Ethline, case’n anythin’ sh’d go wrong an’ I don’t git to onal you-all at the Spurling you an’ Brother Gethers be shuah an’ git to the meetin’ in time. I reckon you'd better go right down the alley. W hatever you does, don’ miss that meetin’, even if’n sumthin’ sh’d prevent me from showin’ up an’ bein’ there.’ Ethline promised happily. Otheller departed the same way. During the after- noon he shot a masterly cue at Bud Peag- lar’s Barbecue Lunch Room and Billiard house, | Parlor whilst freely devouring many sa- vory sandwiches. His plans were letter- perfect. Isaac had suffered miserably at home and was destined to get quietly and efficiently beaten up and finally defeated because of his absence from the meeting. More, that very absence would insure the election of Ethline over Christeen, and Otheller knew that in the flush of victory the girl of his choice would fairly fling her- self into his arms. Night came; clear, balmy, star-sprinkled. Fraternal darktown breathed tensely. By seven o’clock the membership began to gather at the lodge rooms of The Sons and Daughters of I Will Arise. Circulating through the knots of eager gossipers was Otheller Heyward; insinuating himself wherever he fancied there might be some- thing of interest under discussion. The consensus of opinion was that Isaac Gethers was certain of election over either or both of the feminine candidates. The female vote was turning out in excited, overdressed force but it was obviously split. Most of them didn’t want to vote for Ethline and were bitter against the uppity Christeen. Otheller was very well pleased with himself at having insured against Isaac’s presence at the meeting As between Ethline and Christeen the former was a sure thing. By eight o’clock the lodge rooms were It appeared that every member was present. Otheller seated himself in a corner and gave himself over to the enjoy- ment of envisioning the scene up the alley: Jerry Skillet skulking darkly in the shadow; Isaac Gethers and Ethline Rollerson cool- ing their heels in the vacant and therefore | lightless Spurling house awaiting the com- | ing of Otheller. At eight-ten action was promised. Oth- eller knew that nothing could keep Isaac from an attempt to get to the meeting and to make assurance doubly sure he had conferees that they were not to wait overlong in the event that he failed to put in appear- ance. Otheller knew further that as soon as the meeting was called to order—and Christeen would see to it that there was no delay—routine business would be dis- pensed with by viva voce vote and nom- inations for the Grand Magnificent High Potentate be called for. Then with Ethline and Christeen present and Isaac lying un- conscious up the alley—it was all Otheller could do to keep from laughing aloud. Christeen was present in full force. She oozed industriously through the crowd; a smile, resurrected from an affable and long-forgotten past, stuck upon her long since soured physiognomy. At eight-fifteen Otheller became fidgety. | He kept his eyes riveted on the door. There were no signs of Ethline and Jerry. | Above all things, save one, Otheller least | desired the unanimous election of Christeen. At eight-seventeen there was a burst of applause emanating from the crowd about June 7,1919 Otheller rose, started for- Ethline, then paused in the entrance. ward to greet frozen horror. Entering the door, a genial, victorious smile upon his fat and flabby face; his clothes unruffled, celluloid collar glistening in all its pristine beauty, patently no vic- tim to a jealous and hard-fisted rival, was Isaac Gethers, Grand Magnificent High Potentate of The Sons and Daughters of I Will Arise! Isaac Gethers! Otheller writhed under a sudden surge of illness. He was faint and weak. Isaac’s very presence at the meeting meant that Isaac was certain to win. Ina jiffy Otheller’s carefully laid plans had gone flooie. He couldn’t understand it. There was Isaac tantalizingly serene and smiling, but he caught no glimpse of Ethline. “Somebody,” he reflected gloomily, “‘is shuah gone an’ played hell!’ He glanced at his watch. It indicated eight-twenty. Still no sign of Ethline. And Otheller was a game fighter; he was determined that Ethline must be produced on the barren chance of victory. He fought his way fiercely through the crowd and seized the beatific Isaac by the arm. “Where Sis’ Ethline is at?”’ he sibilated. Isaac favored him with a blank stare. “Sis’ Ethline?” “Yeh! Where is she at?”’ “‘Ain’t she here?”’ Othellershook him with angry impatience “Look heah, man, does you reckon I'd be astin’ you where she was at if’n she was heah? Where has you been? Ain’t you been to Brother November Spurling’s house?”’ Isaac shook his head. “No, I ain’t been there. I was kept late to my wuk an’ when I got off an’ dressed it was so late I was skeered I’d miss the meetin’. So I come straight heah. The confe’ence w’an’t ve’y impo’tant, was it?” “Yeh,” howled Otheller, “it shuah was! If'n you knowed what I know you’d think it was dam’ impo’tant. Otheller had one idea and one only—to get Ethline to the meeting and take a gambler’s chance of victory. He let loose a throaty bellow and battled his way to the door. He reached the corner in one second flat and clipped something off that in negotiating the rest of the distance. He approached the Spurling house from the street, dashing through the yard of some white folks and entering the rear door of the shack. The three-room cabin was exceedingly dark and gloomy. From the Stygian blackness there came a querulous female voice: “That you, Brother Gethers?”’ Otheller progressed to the sound and clutched Ethline by one plump rounded arm. “No, ‘tain’t. It’s me, Otheller Heyward Brother Gethers is to the meetin’ a’ready How long is you been waitin’?”’ ““Sence befo’ eight o’clock.” He propelled her violently to the door “‘Heah’s where you quits waitin’. The meetin’ is jes’ about to staht an’ we is got less’n no time to lose. If’n we ain’t there mighty quick the beans’ll all be spilt C’mon!” They shot through the door and down the alley. Otheller was taking no chances He knew that it was a ten-to-one shot that even with Ethline in the race Isaac would win hands down, but in matters political there is ever the element of uncertainty and Otheller was playing his last forlorn hope straight across the board. They sped down the alley, slipping and stumbling in the blackness. The brilliantly lighted hall beckoned to them imperiously. And then a particularly dark shadow detached itself from the impenetrable gloom along the side of the alley. It moved with soft cautious tread and set itself. Otheller drew unsuspectingly closer and closer to the all-but-hidden menace. _The arm of the shadow drew back tautly. Then it leaped into action. The blow squshed squarely against the side of Otheller Heyward’s jaw. And as Otheller sank limply to the pavement he heard, in his last conscious moment, the triumphant voice of Jerry Skillet: “I got him that time!” Otheller opened his eyes upon a heaven liberally besprinkled with twinkling stars. He tried to rise, gave it up as a bad job and sank back with a groan of misery. He attempted speech and discovered that his (Concluded on Page 145)

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—s (Concluded from Page 142) jaw had gone on a strike. It was throb- bingly sore and decorated with a large tender lump. He rolled his eyes in agony of appre- hension. He understood that he had been the victim of a mistake but that did not lessen his suffering. Beside him a silhou- ette bulked largely against the face of a new moon. At first he couldn't under- stand. The shadow was not that of a woman, nor was it the exclusive property of a man. Finally Otheller miserably figured it out. The figure was composite man and woman locked in ardent embrace. Instinct and circumstance informed him that he was gazing upon a very much reunited Jerry Skillet and Ethline Roller- son. He turned loose a loud and fervent groan. The silhouette parted in the middle and man and woman turned vindictively upon him. Otheller struggled to a sitting posture and remained there. Jerry’s atti- tude indicated that he was safer where he was than he would be upon his feet. “They is a mistake,” faltered Otheller. ‘“‘Ain’t no mistake,” growled Jerry. “I ain’t Isaac.” “T know you ain’t. But I hit the right man jes’ the same. Me an’ Ethline is been splainin’ things. Yassuh, we is been splainin’ a heap of things to each other.” “Y-y-y-you is?” “Yeh, we is. When I busted you fust off, Otheller, I thought you was Isaac Gethers. But sence that time Ethline is been tellin’ me "bouten how you is double-crossed us an’ I know I ain't made no mistake a-tall. An’ I is wa'’nin’ you right now, Otheller Heyward, either you makes yo’se’f mighty searce roun’ heah or I is li’ble to hit the right man again.” Otheller staggered to his feet. He knew when he was beaten. He lurched dizzily down the alley toward the lodge rooms, one hand clapped against his sadly bruised jaw, his mind still busy with the picture of the unmistakable embrace he had wit- nessed. In the glow of the lodge windows he glanced at his watch which had managed to survive the shambles. It mdicated ten minutes before nine o’clock. Otheller sipped through the entrance and stood uneasily near the door. The meeting was in a pandemonium **Lection been hel’ yet?” he queried of a brother standing near by. “Shuah is.” “Who won?” “Isaac Gethers! He got him "bout six votes fo’ ev’yone Sis’ Christeen got an’ she is plumb mad.” Otheller spied her coming down the aisle toward him. His neighbor had described her mental condition conservatively. Chris- teen was in a rich red fury. Otheller de- cided unanimously that it would be unwise for him to remain where he was. Birming- ham had grown mighty small in the last half hour. Much too small for him. He eased through the door. He reached his boarding house and loaded two hand bags. He dropped into Bud Peaglar’s and collected what money was due him and progressed wearily to the railway station He bought a ticket for Memphis and lay back to wait the hour of his train’s departure. And suddenly he smiled. The smile broadened and became a chuckle. The chuckle blossomed into a laugh. “My golly!’’ he mused. ‘Jes’ s’posin’ that had of been Isaac Gethers!”’ ARCADY THE BLEST (Continued from Page 44 The voice that came back to him over the wire told him plainly that Peter was being calm solely because it was his one bet to be calm “You won't do it “Oh, I think I will. Too much effort to resist the impulse.” ““Man, I say you won't!” “What's the sense of arguing it? long, Peter. I’ve got to toddle along and jump out of my window!” He hung up the receiver. so Peter Babcock had that call traced to the Arcady Apartments He promptly demanded connection with the Arcady Apartments, and added the explanation: “Emergency!” Mr. Mullen answered the phone. Be- cause of certain things soon to be forbidden by the Government, and therefore to be made the most of before they were for- bidden, there was neither any satisfaction nor comfort to be gained by a conversation with Mr. Mullen just then. So Peter Bab- cock summoned his car and told his chauf- feur what to do. And the chauffeur did it And so they came to the Arcady, where Mr. Mullen was pretending to pick scat- tered patches of rusted leaves off one of those clipped willow trees in its tub on the front steps, but in reality sought to cool a somewhat fevered brow in the crisp evening breeze. “Party here named Weatherby?” Peter demanded. *“Swee seven’y-seven,”’ said Mr. Mullen thickly and with much labor of certain facial muscles. And then, aware from Peter’s manner something unusual was afoot: ‘* Wha’s wrong?” ‘*Man’s all in. Just phoned me he wa going to jump out of his window.” “Hell! Can’t have anything like that! Give house black eye!’’ sputtered Mr Mullen. 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Jerry Weatherby, his face scratched, his clothes torn and dirty, the remains of a geranium sticking coyly out of his coat collar, was being fussed over by a much- disturbed young woman whom Peter in the anxiety of the moment did not deign to notice. “Thank God!” he breathed, charging down on Jerry. The yéung woman scowled at him. She was a wholly comely young woman. Comely even in her anger, which is an exacting test of comeliness. “May I ask who you are and why you burst in my door in this fashion?’ she demanded. “All the pardons in the world!” Peter “But when a man has just told you he intends to jump out of a window | and you find that man safe —— Jerry had aimed a covert kick at Peter's shins, but it was too late. The girl stiffened into a fine young pillar of ice. “What man told you all this, pray?” “Why—why, this man here,”’ said Peter, his hand on Jerry’s shoulder “He told me he went to sleep on his window ledge and fell off. Thank you for | this information that there was a delib- erate plan behind it all.” Her head went back in cold disdain. Jerry Weatherby seemed about to crumple to the floor. “It is painfully apparent that my cue just now,” he said in a voice altogether too be autifully calm, “is to take account of the damage I have done to your flowers and send you some to replace those I have put out of commission, and then blend myself with the outer darkness as grace- fully and unobtrusively as possible.” Miss Hooper neither approved this sug- gestion nor vetoed it. She said nothing at all. She merely turned her back on Jerry and went to the hall door, where her interest became too obviously centered in the dangling bit of broken chain. Jerry strode to the window, stuck out his head and began an inventory of crushed mignonette and flattened candytuft and denuded and starboard-listing stalks which had once been geraniums. Presently Peter’s head was pushed out beside Jerry’s. “Horribly sorry about all this,” said Peter in guarded tones. “Well, of all the bean spilling!”’ Jerry groaned. “I rack my brains forsome scheme to break the ice of acquaintance with a darned nice little girl, and I hit upon the perfectly lovely one of falling off my win- dow ledge into her window-box posy bed, and it’s all working out to the queen’s taste, and you have to blow in and up- set things by bawling out the malice- aforethought part of it! Say, she'll be June 7,1919 strong for me now, won't she? Girl like her wised up tothe fact I did it a-purpose!"’ “What in thunder did you think I'd do when you informed me you were about to jump out of a window?” “T was fool enough to suppose,” said Jerry in that voice held steady by an effort of will, “‘you’d grasp the very salient point that I was trying to pay you back for all your fool meddling down at the office, and getting me sidetracked with this vacation obsession of yours in the middle of the most important thing that had come my way. I thought I’d drop one lovely little scare into you, the why and wherefore of which same you'd be ordi- narily bright enough to size up correctly when you woke up. Trouble is you didn’t wake up. Good Lord! If a man was going to jump out of a window would he be phoning all over the place about it?”’ “He might.” “Well, I’ve found Arcady—and lost it. It’s up to me to settle for these slaughtered blossoms and retire in as good order as possible.” “Wish I could help you straighten things out. Any way I can? “Yes! Get out before I add the blight of murder to my suffering young soul!” Peter’s head and shoulders were with- drawn from their point of vantage above the wreckage just outside the window. “You're dead right, Jerry! Credit me with a bushel or two of bonehead stuff! Blamed sorry! Wish I could make amends somehow !”’ Jerry Weatherby, leaning far out over one end of that window box, did not hear him. He craned out yet further. Then he knelt on the sill, stretched out his arms and sent exploring fingers feeling along underneath that sixth-story window garden. He whistled softly to himself. He smiled. The smile broadened toa grin. He glanced over his shoulder. Miss Constance Hooper was tinkering that broken chain. He crossed the room with great dignity. He paused with yet more dignity at the hall door. He said to Miss Hooper: “I will see that a similar amount of candytuft and mignonette and geraniums is replaced in your window box.” “Pray, don't trouble yourself,” said she. “Then, [ presume, there is nothing left but to say good-by.” “Don’t trouble about that either.” Jerry stalked past her into the hall. But in the dusk of the hall he swung about so abruptly that the girl jumped. “Only, Miss Constance Hooper, before I leave forever, please be good enough to explain why there are now six iron brackets beneath your window box, when last week there were but three.” She started to be a frozen pillar again. Something in Jerry Weatherby’s eyes made that impossible. She lowered her head. He couldn’t see her face, but her neck was a beautiful red. “Are there six? “T think—I hope—you know there are six.” Silence in that dusky hallway, broken at length by Mr. Mullen falling down the last four stairs of the third flight. . “Well, you see I heard you quizzing Mullen about window boxes one day; pre- tending you were thinking of having one yourself; asking him if they were put up solidly. And you'd been sitting up there in your window every night, looking down at mine. And then you went into the alley and made sure for yourself what sort of iron brackets were under it. I had the three extra ones put in the very next day.”

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YUTT AND MR. TUTT (Continued from Page 10 The mills of the gods had begun to grind, and Angelo was being dragged to his fate as inexorably and as surely, with about as much chance of escape as a log that is being drawn slowly toward a buzz saw “You may open the case, Mr. O’Brien,” announced Judge Babson, leaning back and wiping his glasses. Then surreptitiously he began to read his mail as his fellow conspirator undertook to tell the jury what it was all about. One by one the witnesses were called—the coro- ner’s physician, the policeman who had ar- rested Angelo outside the barber shop with the smoking pistol in his hand, the assistant barber who had seen the shooting, the cus- tomer who was being shaved. Each drove a spike into poor Angelo’s legal coffin. Mr. Tutt could not shake them. This evidence was plain. He had come into the shop, ac- cused Crocedoro of making his wife's life unbearable and—shot him. Yet Mr. Tutt did not lose any of his equanimity. With the tips of his long fin- gers held lightly together in front of him, and swaying slightly backward and forward upon the balls of his feet, he smiled be- nignly down upon the customer and the barber’s assistant as if these witnesses were merely unfortunate in not being able to dis- close to the jury all the facts. His manner indicated that a mysterious and untold tragedy lay behind what they had heard, a tragedy pregnant with primordial vital pas- sions, involving the most sacred of human relationships, which when known would rouse the spirit of chivalry of the entire panel On cross-examination the barber testi- fied that Angelo had said: ‘You maka small of my wife long enough!” *‘Ah!” murmured Mr. Tutt, waving an arm in the direction of Rosalina. Did the witness recognize the defendant’s young wife? The jury showed interest and exam- ined the sobbing Rosalina with approval. Yes, the witness recognized her. Did the witness know to what incident or incidents the defendant had referred by his remark— what the deceased Crocedoro had done to Rosalina—if anything? No, the witness did not. Mr. Tutt looked significantly at the row of faces in the jury box. Then leaning forward he asked signifi- cantly: “Did you see Crocedoro threaten the defendant with his razor?” ‘I object!’ ’ shoute d O’Brien, springing to his feet. ‘‘The question is improper. There is no suggestion that Crocedoro did anything. The defendant can testify to that if he wants to!” “Oh, let him answer!” judge “No ” began the witness. “Ah!” cried Mr. Tutt. ‘You did not see Crocedoro threaten the defendant with his razor! That will do!” But forewarned by this trifling experi- ence Mr. O’Brien induced the customer, the next witness, to swear that Crocedoro had not in fact made any move whatever with his razor toward Angelo, who had deliber- ately raised his pistol and shot him. Mr. Tutt rose to the cross-examination with the same urbanity as before. Where was the witness standing? The witness said he wasn’t standing. Well, where was he sitting, then? In the chair “Ah!” exclaimed Mr. Tutt trium- phantly. ‘‘Then you had your back to the shooting!” In a moment O’Brien had the witness practically rescued by the explanation that he had seen the whole thing in the glass in front of him. The firm of Tutt & Tutt ut- tered in chorus a groan of outraged incredu- lity. Several jurymen were seen to wrinkle their foreheads in meditation. Mr. Tutt had sown a tiny —infinitesimally tiny, to be sure—seed of doubt, not as to the killing at all but as to the complete veracity of the witness. And then O’Brien made his coup. “Rosalina Seraphino—take the witness stand!”’ he ordered. He would get from her own lips the ad- mission that she bought the pistol and gave it to Angelo! But with an outburst of in- dignation that would have done credit to the elder Booth Mr. Tutt was immediately on his feet protesting against the outrage, the barbarity, the heartlessness, the illegal- ity of making a wife testify against her husband! His eyes flashed, his disordered locks waved in picturesque synchronization with his impassioned gestures. Rosalina, drawled the THE SATURDAY her beautiful golden cross rising and fall- ing hysterically upon her bosom, took her seat in the witness chair like a frightened, | furtive creature of the woods, gazed for one brief instant upon the twelve men in the jurybox with those great black eyes of hers, and then with burning cheeks buried her face in her handkerchief. “T protest against this piece of cruelty!” cried Mr. Tutt in a voice vibrating with in- dignation. “This is worthy of the Inquisi- tion. Will not even the cross upon her breast protect her from being compelled to reveal those secrets that are sacred to wife and motherhood? Can the law thus in- directly tear the seal of confidence from the Confessional? Mr. O’Brien, you go too far! There are some things that even you— brilliant as you are—may not trifle with.’ A juryman nodded. The eleven others being more intelligent failed to understand what he was talking about. “Mr. Tutt’s objection is sound—if he wishes to press it,”” remarked the judge sa- tirically. “‘You may step down, madam. The law will not compel a wife to testify against her husband. Have you any more witnesses, Mister Dis tric t Attorney?” “The P eople rest,” said Mr. O’Brien. “The case is with the defense.” Mr. Tutt rose with solemnity. “The court will, I suppose, grant me a moment or two to confer with my client?” he inquired. Babson bowed and the jury saw the lawyer lean across the defendant and engage his partner in what seemed to be. a we ighty deliberation. “T killa him! I say so!” muttered An- gelo feebly to Mr. Tutt. “Shut up, you fool!”’ hissed Tutt, grab- bing him by the leg. ‘Keep still or I'll wring your neck.” ‘If I could reach that old crook up on the bench I would twist his nose,” re- marked Mr. Tutt to Tutt with an air of consulting him about the Year Books. | “And as for that criminal O’Brien, I'll get | him yet!” | With great dignity Mr. Tutt then rose | and again addressed the court: ““We have decided under all the circum- stances of this most extraordinary case, Your Honor, not to put in any defense. [I | shall not call the defe ndant ——” “T killa him ’ began Angelo, break- ing loose from Tutt and struggling to his feet. It was a horrible movement. But Tutt clapped his hand over Angelo’s mouth | and forced him back into his seat | “The defense rests,” said Mr. Tutt, ig- | noring the interruption. ‘‘So far as we are concerned the case is closed.” “Both sides rest!’ snapped Babson. | “How long do you want to sum up?” Mr. Tutt looked at the clock, which pointed to three. The regular hour of ad- journment was at four. Delay was every- thing in a case like this. A juryman might die sudcenly overnight or fall grievously ill; or some legal accident might occur which would necessitate declaring a mistrial There is always hope in a criminal case so | long as the verdict has not actually been returned and the jury polled and dis- charged. If possible he must drag his summing up over until the following day Something might happen. ** About two hours, Your Honor,” he re- plied The jury stirred impatiently. It was clear that they regarded a two-hour speech from him under the circumstances as an imposition. But Babson wished to pre- serve the fiction of impartiality. “Very well,” said he. ‘You may sum up until four-thirty, and have half an hour more to-morrow morning. See that the doors are closed, Captain Phelan. We do not want any interruption while the sum- mations are going on.” “All out that’s goin’ out! Everybody out that’s got no business with the court!” bellowed Captain Phelan. Mr. Tutt with an ominous heightening of the pulse realized that the real ordeal was at last at hand, for the closing of the case had wrought in the old lawyer an instant metamorphosis. With the words “The defense rests "every suggestion of the moun- tebank, the actor or the shyster had van- ished. 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Had he been a praying man in that mo- ment he would have prayed—but he was not For his client was foredoomed—fore- doomed not only by justice but also by trickery and guile—and was being driven slowly but surely toward the judicial sham- bles. For what had he succeeded in adduc- ing in his behalf? Nothing but the purely apocryphal speculation that the dead bar- ber might have threatened Angelo with his razor and that the witnesses might possibly have drawn somewhat upon their imagina- tions in giving the details of their testi- mony. A sorry defense! Indeed, no defense at all. All the sorrier in that he had not even been able to get before the jury the purely sentimental excuses for the hom- | icide, for he could only do this by calling to its | : | guilt as a matter of course, Rosalina to the stand, which would have enabled the prosecution to cross-examine her in regard to the purchase of the pistol and the delivery of it to her husband— the strongest evidence of premeditation. Yet he must find some argument, some plea, some thread of reason upon which the jury might hang a disagreement or a verdict ina lesser degree. With a shuffling of feet the last of the crowd pushed through the big oak doors and they were closed and locked. An officer brought a corroded tumbler of brackish water and placed it in front of Mr. Tutt. The judge leaned forward with malicious courtesy. The jury settled themselves and turned toward the lawyer attentively yet defiantly, hardening their hearts already against his expected appeals to sentiment. O’Brien ostentatiously producing a ciga- rette lounged out through the side door lead- ing to the jury room and prison cells. The clerk began copying his records. The clock ticked loudly And Mr. Tutt rose and began going through the empty formality of attempting to discuss the evidence in such a way as to excuse or palliate Angelo’s crime. For An- gelo’s guilt of murder in the first degree was so plain that it had never for one mo- ment been in the slightest doubt. What- ever might be said for his act from the point of view of human emotion only made his motive and his responsibility under the statutes all the clearer. There was not even the unwritten law to appeal to. Yet there was fundamentally a genuine defense, a de- fense that could not be urged even by in- nuendo: the defense that no accused ought to be convicted upon any evidence what- ever, no matter how conclusive, in a trial conducted with essential though wholly concealed unfairness. Such was the case of Angelo. No one could demonstrate it, no one could with safety even hint at it; any charge that the court was anything but impartial would prove a boomerang to the defense; and yet the facts remained that the whole proceed- ing from start to finish had been conducted unfairly and with illegality, that the jury had been duped and deceived, and that the pretense that the guilty Angelo had been given an impartial trial was a farce. Every word of the court had been an accusation, a sneer, an acceptance of the defendant's an abuse far more subversive of our theory of govern- | ment than the mere acquittal of a single | criminal, for it struck at the very founda- tions of that liberty which the fathers had sought the shores of the unknown continent to gain. Unmistakably the proceedings had been conducted throughout upon the theory that the defendant must prove his innocence and that presumably he was a guilty man; and this as well as his own impression that the evidence was conclusive the judge had sub- tly conveyed to the jury in his tone of speaking, his ironical manner and his facial expression. Guilty or not Angelo was be- ing railroaded. That was the real defense the defense that could never be established even in any higher court, except perhaps in the highest court of all, which is not of earth. And so Mr. Tutt, boiling with suppressed indignation, weighed down with the sense of his responsibility, fully realizing his in- ability to say anything based on the evi- dence in behalf of his client, feeling twenty years older than he had during the verbal duel of the actual cross-examination, rose with a genial smile-upon his puckered old face and with a careless air almost of gay- ety, which seemed to indicate the utmost confidence and determination, and with a graceful compliment to his arch enemy EVENING POST upon the bench and the yellcw dog who had hunted with him, assured the jury that the defendant had had the fairest of fair trials and that he, Mr. Tutt, would now proceed to demonstrate to their satisfac- tion his client’s entire innocence; nay, would indeed show them chat he was a man not only guiltless of any wrongdoing but worthy of their hearty commendation. With jokes not too unseemly for the oc- casion he overcame their preliminary dis- trust and put them in a good humor. He gave a historical dissertation upon the law governing homicide, on the constitutional rights of American citizens, on the laws of naturalization, marriage, and the domestic relations; waxed eloquent over Italy and the Italian character, mentioned Cavour, Garibaldi and Mazzini in a way to imply that Angelo was their lineal descendant; and quoted from D’Annunzio back to Hor- ace, Cicero and Plautus. “Bunk! Nothing but bunk!” muttered Tutt, studying the twelve faces before him. * And they all know it!” But Mr. Tutt was nothing if not interest- ing. These prosaic citizens of New York County, these saloon and hotel keepers, these contractors, insurance agents and salesmen were learning something of his- tory, of philosophy, of art and beauty. They liked it. They felt they were hearing something worth while, as indeed they were, and they forgot all about Angelo and the unfortunate Crocedoro in their admira- tion for Mr. Tutt, who had lifted them out of the dingy sordid courtroom into the sunlight of the Golden Age. And as he led them through Greek and Roman literature, through the early English poets, through Shakspere and the King James version, down to John Galsworthy and Rupert Brooke, he brought something that was noble, fine and sweet into their grubby ma- terialistic lives; and at the same time the hand of the clock crept steadily on until he and it reached Chateau-Thierry and half past four together “Bang!” went Babson’s gavel just as Mr. Tutt was leading Mr. Walsh, Mr. Tompkins and the others through the winding paths of the Argonne forests with tin helmets on their heads in the struggle for liberty. “You may conclude your address in the morning, Mr. Tutt,”’ said the judge with supreme unction. ‘ Adjourn court!” Gray depression weighed down Mr. Tutt’s soul as he trudged homeward. He had made a good speech, but it had had abso- lutely nothing to do with the case, which the jury would perceive as soon as they thought it over. It was a confession of de- feat. Angelo would be convicted of murder in the first degree and electrocuted, Rosa- lina would be a widow, and somehow he would be in a measure responsible for it. The tragedy of human life appalled him. He felt very old, as old as the dead-and- gone authors from whom he had quoted with such remarkable facility. He be- longed with them; he was too old to prac- tice his profession. “Law, Mis’ Tutt,’’ expostulated Mir- anda, his ancient negro handmaiden, as he pushed away the chop and mashed potato, and even his glass of claret, untasted, in his old-fashioned dining room on West Twenty- third Street, “you ain’t got no appetite at ail! You's sick, Mis’ Tutt.” “No, no, Miranda!” he replied weakly. “I'm just getting old.” “You's mighty spry for an old man yit,”’ she protested. “ You kin make dem lawyer men hop mighty high when you tries. Heh, heh! I reckon dey ain't got nuffin’ on my Mistah Tutt!” Upstairs in his library Mr. Tutt strode up and down before the empty grate, smok- ing stogy after stogy, trying to collect his thoughts and devise something to say upon the morrow, but all his ideas had flown. There wasn’t anything to say. Yet he swore Angelo should not be offered up as a victim upon the altar of unscrupulous am- bition. The hours passed and the old banjo clock above the mantel wheezed eleven, twelve; then one, two. Still he paced up and down, up and down in a sort of trance. The air of the library, blue with the smoke of countless stogies, stifled and suffocated him. Moreover he discovered that he was hungry. He descended to the pantry and salvaged a piece of pie, then unchained the front door and stepped forth into the soft October night. A full moon hung over the deserted streets of the sleeping city. In divers places, widely scattered, the twelve good June 7,1919 and true men were snoring snugly in bed. To-morrow they would send Angelo to his death without a quiver. He shuddered, striding on, he knew not whither, into the night. His brain no longer worked. He had become a peripatetic automaton self- dedicated to nocturnal perambulation. With his pockets bulging with stogies and one glowing like a headlight in advance of him he wandered in a sort of coma up Tenth Avenue, crossed to the Riverside Drive, mounted Morningside Heights, de- scended again through the rustling alleys of Central Park, and found himself at Fifth Avenue and Fifty-ninth Street just as the dawn was paling the electric lamps to a sickly yellow and the trees were casting strange unwonted shadows in the wrong direction. He was utterly exhausted. He looked eagerly for some place to sit down but the doors of the hotels were dark and tightly closed and it was too cold to remain without moving in the open air. Down Fifth Avenue he trudged, intend- ing to go home and snatch a few hours’ sleep before court should open, but each block seemed miles in length. Presently he approached the cathedral, whose twin spires were tinted with reddish gold. The sky had become a bright blue. Suddenly all the street lamps went out. He told himself that he had never realized before the beauty of those two towers reaching up toward eternity, typifying man’s aspiration for the spiritual. He remembered having heard that a cathedral was never closed, and looking toward the door he perceived that it was open. With utmost difficulty he climbed the steps and entered its dark shadows. A faint light emanated from the tops of the stained-glass windows. Down below a candle burned on either side of the altar while a flickering gleam shone from the red cup in the sanctuary lamp. Worn out, drugged for lack of sleep, faint for want of food, old Mr. Tutt sank down upon one of the rear seats by the door, and resting his head upon his arms on the back of the bench in front of him fell fast asleep. He dreamed of a legal heaven, of a great wooden throne upon which sat Babson in a black robe and below him twelve red-faced angels in a double row with harps in their hands, chanting: “ Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!” An organ was playing somewhere, and there was a great noise of footsteps. Then a bell tinkled and he raised his head and saw that the chancel was full of lights and white-robed priests. It was broad day- light. Horrified he looked at his watch, to find that it was ten minutes after ten. His joints creaked as he pulled himself to his feet and his eyes were half closed as he staggered down the steps and hailed a taxi. “Criminal Courts Building—side door. And drive like hell!”” he muttered to the driver. He reached it just as Judge Babson and his attendant were coming into the court- room and the crowd were making obei- sance. Everybody else was in his proper place. “You may proceed, Mr. Tutt,” said the judge after the roll of the jury had been called. But Mr. Tutt was in a daze, in no condi- tion to think or speak. There was a curious rustling in his ears and his sight was some- what blurred. The atmosphere of the courtroom seemed to him cold and hostile; the jury sat with averted faces. He rose feebly and cleared his throat. “Gentlemen of the jury,” he began, “I I think I covered everything I had to say yesterday afternoon. I can only beseech you to realize the full extent of your great responsibility and remind you that if you entertain a reasonable doubt upon the evi- dence you are sworn to give the benefit of it to the defendant.” He sank back in his chair and covered his eyes with his hands, while a murmur ran along the benches of the courtroom. The old man had collapsed—tough luck—the defendant was cooked! Swiftly O’Brien leaped to his feet. There had been no de- fense. The case was as plain as a pikestaff. There was only one thing for the jury to do—return a verdict of murder in the first It would not be pleasant, but that’made no difference! He read them the statute, ap- plied it to the facts, and shook his fist in their faces. They must convict—and con- vict of only one thing—and nothing else murder in the first degree. They gazed at him like silly sheep, nodding their heads, doing everything but bleat. (Concluded on Page 153)

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A Full Roller Contact at any Angle HAFER Roller Bearings take, without damage, 100°, of the nN load from any angle, whether it is downward or sideways— {| because loads are borne on full length of roller surface. In } other words, Shafer has a capacity for end thrusts equal to down- \ ward loads—an exclusive Shafer feature. Shafer Bearings are also self-aligning; the cone (inner race) is free to move in any direction, similar to universal joint action, thus THE SATURDAY EVENING POST AFER or Ford, Maxwell and Chevrolet 4 front wheels Resisting de structive end thrust in turn ing corners on full roller sur face instead of on tip Roller Bearing 151 Cone “swings” with spindle when ruts cause deflec tign—full con tact retained no binding of rollers Showing how concave rollers take all loads on full roller surface from any angle eliminating the jamming of rollers due to the almost constant spindle deflection when driving, or due to inability to obtain perfect alignment when installing. , races = BAILEY Ball’ = a ee eS For Ford and Chevrolet 490 Rear Axles Reduce your repair bills— prevent axle noise and broken gear teeth by having your dealer replace old washers at left of Ford and Chevrolet 490 differen tials with a Bailey Ball Thrust —no change in axle necessary — an exact replacement More than 150,000 Ford and Chevrolet 490 owners have already found this especially constructed bearing a profitable investment. See your dealer Price $3.75. Canada $5.00 os wi The acid test of the efficiency of a roller bearing is its capacity for taking terrific momentary side thrusts on the entire length of rollers instead of only on the outer edge of the rollers’ end, the latter means but 25°, to 30°, thrust capacity. Shafer Bearings, with their concave rollers of extraordinary strength, are rapidly replacing other types. See that your Ford, Maxwell or Chevrolet 490 is SHAFER equipped and put your front wheels on 100° efficiency basis. Shafer Bearings are an exact replacement for the regular ‘“‘Cup and Cone” bearings—easily installed, adjustable for wear, made of the finest steel, heat- treated and ground, and are guaranteed without reservation. $10.00 (2 wheel sets) for Fords and Chevrolets—$12.50 (2 wheel sets) in Canada $12.00 (2 wheel sets) for Maxwells—$15.00 (2 wheel sets) in Canada If your dealer cannot supply you—write us. Send for descriptive folder. Geo. D. Bailey Co., 4500-10 N. Ravenswood Ave., Chicago, III.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST premng the Idea Originated l i} ! } ir metropolitan distributor hat we me ng demand for a custom-built otor car ¢ tho ristocratic motorist vho find ecessary to own a itomobile with the individual appeal of the made-to-order job, without the importer price tag ttached to it 1 car that ould match their social tanding and meet their ideals of the ultra In appearance motor car that would prove equal to a “bit of sport ithout taking the other fellow’s dust In other words, tl desired an automobile possessing all the made-to-order features and specifications they would demand if they were building it Thu Custom-buil to them meant in effect built rder by the me processes involved in building ¢ ng ir according to individual specifications By th : pro vas the Kissel Custom-built Si reated Its first conception pictured above, through the development of the individual idea—the desire tor exch t ind retine of trictly tailored job—tailored echanical d lopment, chassis ec truction, body de ign and graceful appearance 1 composite idea of the itstanding feature tending toward cla beauty and exclusivene which have been evolved by chassis and body builders the rk I ho claim distinction in the building of motor car How It Was Consummated Ihe Kissel Custom-built Six cam il of extremely into being as if made to order tor one individu good t le nd judgmen A car prominent in its exclusive richness and refinements. \n individual who typified America’s automobile critic who wanted a car of marked distinction in appearance and car that positive superiority in mechanical construction —a a perfect symphony of lines—a blend of the best features, accessories, comforts and convenience which the custom. trace buver would select 1 the Kissel ce vers and engineers moulded the first Custom-built Six into one of individuality, thoroughly pecial units of the highest quality and vorkmanship to any of a like nature original in design, of iperior in \ecar prominent in its ¢ clusive richne of refinement with that well-bred aloofness of the custom-built motor car that graces the Champs Elysee Pan Park Lane, London Riverside Drive, New York; Lake Shore Drive, Chicago Here then i a custom-built ’ i wr obull » individual specification ch that u porate evervthing that the name in itself implic Custom-built Chassis Features Only tho tandard units not made in our own shops and vhich have been d on the highest grade automobiles for years and have proven their superiority over all other nits of every kind ere adopted, This search covered every detail of mechanical construction and development throughout this chassi If there was a part or unit that had not through long years of hard service proven its merit then something special was de ed by our owt engineer ind manutactured in our own factoric to upplant it lake our brakes which are decidedly istom-built feature On any other car, regardl of price, it a common practice to have to inspect the internal brake for lack of etherens ind tind ifter removing the wheel, that it was rendered inefficient from oil leaking over the differential case on the brake Kissel Custom- built Six this i making both our brakes of the doubl and sturdy brakes ind lining. On the eliminated the most powerl il external contracting typ made Still another important tom-built feature is the chass system. As a general rule the more you pay for a oiling being By George A. Kissel car the more grease « ip ou have to look aiter. On the Kissel C ustom- built Six ve have replaced them as far practicable with oil cups, using only two grease cups ch are located on the a pump, where they are ry accessible. Wherever lubrication is required a large oil cup is found, making filling very easy, without even your hands dirty. Custom-built Motor Features The Kissel Custom-built Motor is designed and built at the Kissel factory especially to provide a proper power and speed range for a car of its size, weight and capacity— getting An exclusive custom built feature of this mo tor that will add to its idership in the gas en gine held isthatof the per- fection of the new kKissel \utomatic Oil Control. Kissel engineers have been confronted with oil- ing problem exactly the ime as have confronted ol motor cars This is because the motor is subjected to such a all owner range of conditions re quiring a maximum horse motor at indatother power ot the certain time times highspeed for mini I i power Absolute control of the oil supply in order to have a licient amount of oil under the most strenuous conditions nd still not too much oil when using too little power, has been the result of continuous study by the Kissel engineer in perfecting the new Kissel Automatic Oil Control which the following result \—When the motor is pulling a maximum load or using its full horse power with the throttle wide open, it provides the maximum oil pressure needed. vwcomplishe B— When the motor load is reduced and its throttle closed, it reduces the oil pressure as well as oil supply C—It prevents the piling up of oil ends of oil bas when going either up or down grade. D—It distributes the correct amount of oil in the oil pockets for each cylinder regardless of the grade, load or condition ot speed. above is fully appreciated by occasion to subject the The Importance ol the engineers and owners who have motors ol their cars to every maximum pull. Added Custom-built features found in this chassis cover such details as connecting rods, rod-bolts and nuts, axle spindle bolt, transmission gear clutch, pinions, push rods, valve spring, timing gears, cylinder heads, re-enforced fenders, etc. Thus the under-the-surface details received the same personal inspection as those on the surface. Our thirteen years of engineering and construction experience proved the vital necessity for this Custom-built Body Features And then we came to the body that was to clothe this custom-built chassis—that, too, must be hand made. So the custom shops here at the fac tory, with their small army of skilled wood woenkess from many foreign — were put to work under the supervision of our staff of body designers and builders. In designing the custom-built body the dull monotony of sused by the tiresome and common jargon of lines and curves was eliminated. The Kissel body craftsmanship and artistry which built an enviable reputation for Kissel bodies in the past was asked to produce an ensemble of effect comparable with the exclusive foreign thoroughbreds. \mong the features which depart from the beaten path and which produce an exquisite harmony of body refine ments, aristocratic appointments and artistic assemble of accoutrements, characteristic of the custom ele gance of individualized body designs, are a modish low hung effect; original body lines; long tall hood; extra wide fenders shaped to the body; imported top design and material; tailored upholstery on body-moulded seats; a slanting windshield fastened directly to cowl, eliminating ; hood and dash ventilators; sun glow bullet-shaped head-lights and tail-lights; special design hand-made radiator; all giving an air of rakishness and speedy appearance without departing from that air of dignity so desirable in the more formal car comiort glare and mirror effects Fleetness and power c at is meant by the New Kisse “Custom—built” The under-the-surface custom-built body features which indicate its substantial construction are those of specially seasoned hard woods for frames; a heavy solid pillar and sill construction for one of the main parts of the body; each joint and tenon connection united by wood screws; body units of 18 to 20 galvanized sheet steel of metal construction, doing away with all moulding and sharp angles; special construction features that eliminate squeaks and rattles and insure a close fit of the doors which cannot fly open under any conditions; se coats dash board frame built into the body keeps the cowl in permanent shape, insuring a correct hood-fitting, and desea hood arch bined with rakish and style. moulding which is united to the front of the body gives added appearance to the car. In short, the Kissel Custom-built body is a tailored body with all the modern refinements and improvements such as good driving position, roomy, comfortable, restful and attractive, which only highly specialized body designing and construction technique can produce. The simplicity and quiet dignity suggest fleetness and powercombined witha ple asant touchof rakishness andstyle. The sleekness of its exclusive lines suggests instant speed. Standardizing the Custom-built Idea Here then was a car built to individual specitications from head-light to tail-light and from the ground up, custom- built in every detail, but as the function of an automobile factory is not to build cars to every man’s idea, the ques- tion remained whether there were enough critical individuals of the same mind regarding motor cars to keep the wheels of the big Kissel plant busy on a single standardized Custom-built job with the same specifications. his question has already been answered by the overwhelm- ing demand for Kissel Custom-built Sixes which at the present time exceeds the production ability of the Kissel factories. The results have demonstrated that after all there are a lot of people who think, reason and act the same, which has made it possible to standardize the custom-built idea of a single individual and multiplied by others whose ideas come together on a common ground. Kissel distributors are displaying the results of this Kissel Custom-built idea—the 4-pas senger Custom-built Tourster in Kissel Blue; 2-passenger Custom-built Speedster in Chrome Yellow; and very In all principal cities Its counterparts grace the Champs Elysees, Park Lane, Riverside Drive. shortly the 7-passenger Custom- built Touring Model— all three mounted on the Custom-built chassis on which our entire engineering and production forces and facilities are concentrating and which possesses the countless Custom- built features that have been the subject of this story. Catalog on request. KISSEL MOTOR CAR CO. HARTFORD, WIS., U. S. A. June 7,1919

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. (Cencliuded from Page 150) Then Babson cleared his decks and rising in dignity expounded the law to the sheep in a rich mellow voice, in which he im- pressed upon them the necessity of pre- serving the integrity of the jury system and the sanctity of human life. He pronounced an obituary of great beauty upon the de- ceased barber— who could not, as he pointed out, speak for himself, owing to the fact that he was in his grave. He venomously excoriated the defendant, who had delib- erately planned to kill an unarmed man peacefully conducting himself in his place of business, and expressed the utmost con- fidence that he could rely upon the jury, whose character he well knew, to perform their full duty no matter how disagreeable that duty might be. The shee 2p nodde d. “You may retire, gentlemen. Babson looked down at Mr. Tutt with a significant gleam in his eye. He had driven in the knife to the hilt and twisted it round and round. Angelo had almost as much chance as the proverbial celluloid cat. Mr. Tutt felt actually sick. He did not look at the jury as they went out. They would not be long—and he could hardly face the thought of their return. Never in his long experience had he found himself in such a desperate situation. Heretofore there had always been some argument, some con- struction of the facts upon which he could make an appeal, however fallacious or il- logical. He leaned back and closed his eyes. The judge was chatting with O’Brien, the court officers were betting with the re- porters as to the length of time in which it would take the twelve to agree upon a ver- dict of murder in the first. The funeral rites were all concluded except for the final commitment of the corpse to mother earth. And then without warning Angelo sud- denly rose and addressed the court in a de- fiant shriek “| killa that man!” maka small of my wife! bad egg! I killa him once again!” “So!” exclaimed Babson with biting sar- casm. “‘You want to make a confession? You hope for mercy, do you? Well, Mr. Tutt, what do you wish to do under the circumstances? Shall I recall the jury and reopen the case rd consent?” Mr. Tutt rose trembling to his feet. ‘The case is closed, Your Honor,” he replied. “I will consent to a mistrial and offer a plea of guilty of manslaughter. I cannot agree to reopen the case. I cannot let the defendant go upon the stand.” The spectators and reporters were press- ing forward to the bar, anxious lest they should lose a single word of the colloquy. Angelo remained standing, looking eagerly at O’Brien, who returned his gaze with a grin like that of a hyena. “TI killa him!” Angelo repeated. killa me if you want.” “Sit down!” thundered the judge. “Enough of this! The law does not permit me to accept a plea to murder in the first degree, and my conscience and my sense of duty to the public will permit me to accept no other. I will go to my chambers to await the verdict of the jury. Take the prisoner downstairs to the prison pen.” He swept from the bench in his silken robes. Angelo was led away. The crowd in the courtroom slowly dispersed. Mr. Tutt, escorted by Tutt, went out in the cor- ridor to smoke. “Ye got a raw deal, counselor,” remarked Captain Phelan, amiably accepting a stogy. “Nothing but an act of Providence e'd save that Eyetalian from the chair! An’ him guilty at that!” An hour passed; then another. At Half after four a rumor flew along the corridors he cried wildly. “‘He He no good! He I killa him “You that the jury in the Seraphino case had | reached a verdict and were coming in A messenger scurried to the judge’s chambers. Phelan descended the iron stairs to bring up the prisoner, while Tutt to prevent a scene invented an excuse by which he lured | Rosalina to the first floor of the building The crowd suddenly reassembled out of no- where and poured into the courtroom. The reporters gathered expectantly round their table. The judge entered, his robes gathered in one hand. “Bring in the jury,” he said sharply “ Arraign the prisoner at the bar.” Mr. Tutt took his place beside his client at the railing, while the jury, carrying their coats and hats, filed slowly in. Their faces were set and relentless. to the right nor to the left. O’Brien saun- tered over and seated himself nonchalantly with his back to the court, studying their faces. Yes, he told himself, they were a regular set of hangmen—he couldn't have picked a tougher bunch if he’d had his choice of the whole panel. The clerk called the roll, and Messrs. Walsh, Tompkins et al. stated that they were all present. “Gentlemen of the jury, have you agreed upon a verdict?” inquired the clerk. “We have!” replied Mr. Walsh sternly “low say you? Do you find the de- fendant guilty or not guilty?” Mr. Tutt gripped the balustrade in front of him with one hand and put his other arm round Angelo. He felt that now in truth murder was being done. “We find the defendant not guilty,”’ said Mr. Walsh defiantly. There was a momentary silence of incre- dulity. Then Babson and O’Brien shouted simultaneously: ‘‘What!” “We find the defendant not guilty,” re- peated Mr. Walsh stubbornly. “TI demand that the jury be polled!” cried the crestfallen O’ Brien, his face crim- son. And then the twelve reiterated severally that that was their verdict and that they hearkened unto it as it stood recorded and that they were entirely satisfied with it. “You are discharged!” said Babson in icy tones. “Strike the names of these men from the list of jurors—as incompetent. Haven't you any other charge on which you can try this defendant?” “No, Your Honor,” answered O’Brien grimly. ‘‘He didn’t take the stand, so we can’t try him for perjury; and there isn’t any other indictment against him.” Judge Babson turned ferociously upon Mr. Tutt: “This acquittal is a blot upon the admin- istration of criminal justice; a disgrace to the city! It is an unconse ionable ve srdict; a reflection upon the intelligence of the jury! The defendant is discharged. This court is adjourned.’ The crowd surged round Angelo and bore him away, bewildered. and prosecutor hurried from the room. Alone Mr. Tutt stood at the bar, trying to grasp the full meaning of what had oc- curred. He no longer felt tired; he experienced an exultation such as he had never known before. Some miracle had happened! What was it? Unexpectedly the lawyer felt a rough warm hand clasped over his own upon the rail and heard the voice of Mr. Walsh with its rich brogue saying: “ At first we couldn’t see that there was much to be said for your side of the case, Mr. Tutt; but when Oi stepped into the cathedral on me way down to court this morning and spied you prayin’ The judge | THE SATURDAY EVENING POST They looked neither | VITALIC Bicycle Tires Big Mileage at Little Cost ITALIC’ per mile. Cheap tires give you little mileage at a high cost per mile. TIRES give you big mileage at a low cost The less you pay in the beginning for bicycle tires the more you pay in the end. Cost per mile, is the real cost of bicycle tires. Divide the price you pay for Vitalics by the miles they give road, and you will tind they are always the most economical tires you can buy. not cost per tire, you on the many long miles on these hand V-shaped non-skid treads, with never a fear of blowout glad that you paid the price of Vitalic quality at the store and got the benetit of Vitali economy on the road. And you will ride some or puncture, CONTINENTAL RUBBER ERIE, PA WORKS “ounce 1?-ounc e Some Inside Information there for guidance I knew you wouldn’t be defendin’ him unless he was innocent, and so we decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.” ‘Tougher Than Llephant Hide”

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- ‘4 | | Serr . — tinh tee A AAA AL LLL AS > sr"'s Ss S s s WY AS FALTSLATE SHINGLES are bea ubifal sate, enduring, O SHINGLES that money can buy have greater beauty than these, for their natural color the fadeless red or green of the everlasting slate itself, color iS a The facets of the chipped slate catch the light from any angle, enriching the coloration and embellishing the beauty of the finest home. Because of their woolfelt base and elastic asphalt body, they can be laid on any surface and bent over the edge of rounded eaves without cracking \nd these shingles are curling and non-splitting. as water-prool, spark-proof, absolutely non- They are wind-proof as well Fortunately, the great economies due to immense quantity production in the Carey factories cut the cost of these longer-lasting shingles. They are the the smallest or largest home; for Send for folder. economical buy tor any building with a pitched roof. THE PHILIP CAREY COMPANY : — 500-520 Wayne Ave., ~. Lockland, Cincinnati, Ohio Roofing Materials, Asbestos and Asphalt Products, Pipe and Boiler Coverings, Wall Board, EEE THE SATURDAY “i Wid iebiidbe EPO Ce LL ita aL i a, i ee ae Mii Withee s tii EVENING POST LET’S SAVE JUNK=BUT June 7,1919 AT A PROFIT (Continued from Page 11) the probability of large purchases by the Central Powers, especially copper, for it is believed that millions of dollars’ worth of metals will be needed to replace those gathered for war—the copper roofs and bells and door knobs seized by the govern- ment everywhere. There are numerous wholesale dealers in waste material with a turnover running into tens of millions, and in contrast to the | humble junkman, who is the best-known figure in this industry, they are men of large affairs, with plants that are part warehouse and part factory. Not all the junk comes from the small collector by any means. A big Eastern railroad sells nearly $1,000,000 worth of scrap yearly, including iron, steel, copper, brass, bags, oil barrels, paper, air hose, rubber, rags and rope; even its cinders have a junk value. The American railway makes about forty dollars’ worth of miscel- laneous scrap each year for each mile of road operated, an aggregate exceeding $10,000,000. This stuff is bought in large lots by big dealers, and handled by special machin- ery. Along with old car brasses the dealer will buy locomotives and steel cars to be broken up and sorted. Large shears are needed to cut big pieces for remelting, and the welding flame is used to.cut sheet metal. One typical piece of scrap material lately reported to the trade weighed fifty- three tons, the cast-iron block from a drop- forging machine which developed a fracture and was sold. Three traction engines were needed to haul it away and explosives broke it up for remelting. Large-Scale Reclamation Railway junk illustrates how value is developed by sorting. As the miscellane- ous waste material lies assembled in mot- ley piles it is worth very little. But first the railway storekeepers classify this stuff under a hundred divisions, and set apart forty per cent which can be used again—worn rails for sidings are one instance. But in many cases it pays to sell old stuff and buy new, because the cost of reclaiming is higher than that of fresh material. One railroad- shop foreman was decidedly proud of his ingenuity in making spanners from old steel crank pins, but a little figuring showed that for the cost of fuel and labor used in this work it was possible to buy two new spanners, as large-scale production methods in the metal industry rendered such hand competition futile. After the railway has sorted out its forty per cent the remainder is sold in large lots by bid to wholesale con- cerns, which sort it for a thousand different uses and markets. New classifications and outlets are con- stantly being found, and with profits of a fraction of a cent a pound on material ingenuity centers on economical handling. The whole tendency is to get closer to the source of supply, picking up large lots of material, and also closer to customers who can use large lots Until about three years ago forty per cent of all the expensive high-speed tool steel scrap produced by machine shops was thrown away, for lack of a practical method of converting such refractory material into new tools. Then a new process of convert- ing this material was evolved, and one con- cern now takes tool scrap by weight and turns it into new tool steel for a conversion charge. Such a development not only makes a new market for the waste-material dealer's tool scrap, leading him to sort it out, but also enables this converter concern to cut in between the wholesale junkman and his source of supply, for tool scrap is bought direct from machine shops at better prices than the junkman can pay. This converter plant is a complete manufactur- ing establishment in itself, with special crucible furnaces, steam hammers, rolling mill and facilities for heat treating and annealing. Another typical illustration of the fac- tory aspect of waste materials is found in the story of the secondhand bag. Ten | years ago old bags had little value. To-day millions of dollars’ worth of this material is handled by big concerns, which purchase the bags after they have been used for fertilizer, stock feed, soda ash, chemicals, cement, vegetables and other uses, and put them through plants where they are shaken out, washed, mended and baled, for sale in competition with new bags. Mil- lions of these reclaimed bags are used yearly for our Western grain crop, effecting great savings; and during the war millions more were used in trench work on the Western Front. Uncle Sam used to spend money to dis- pose of his navy waste, dumping and burn- ing it. Now he sorts it all out by methods similar to those followed in the waste- material trade, and works it up into new products himself or sells it to dealers. Scrap rope is made into fenders and mats, scrap metal melted and used again, old graphite foundry crucibles ground up for graphite paint, cork out of life preservers ground up and sold, hair from mattresses and feathers from pillows renovated, and even garbage rendered for grease, oil, glycerin, stock feed and fertilizer. Junk runs up quickly into big money. The Navy realized last year $500,000 from scrap iron and steel, $50,000 from garbage, $150,000 from wood waste used to save fuel, $40,000 from scrap repe, tens of thousands of dol- lars from waste paper and rags. The Army finds itself with far larger quantities of waste material—one item is a million tons of scrap ordnance steel in the form of surplus forgings and castings for shells and other munitions, which can be most profitably disposed of by sale, sorting and remelting. One easily falls under the spell of junk, and begins organizing for reclamation, sounding the clarion call to housewives, women’s clubs, Boy and Girl Scouts, charitable associations. But as like as not the amateur and vol- unteer organization for collecting junk merely covers a field which is already much better taken care of by the waste-material industry, and cannot hope to compete with the latter in economy or skill. On the con- trary, it is possible to do damage. For if the Boy and Girl Scouts gather junk spasmodically for a short period, doing the work free, the humble collector of old rags and scrap iron cannot make enough to pay expenses, and is driven into some other work, and later the waste-material dealers find that junk is coming in from that ter- ritory in smaller quantities. Waste Turned Into Thrift Stamps Were all the enthusiastic reclamation drives during the war a pure waste of effort? No—they rendered very definite service. The quantity of waste material gathered was increased at least twenty-five per cent, and there was a fifty per cent increase in value. Moreover, they performed an edu- cational service, teaching the public to save refuse instead of burning or dumping it, so that ultimately it came into the industry for reuse. If this habit can be maintained there will be a permanent national gain. Real conservation may take the form of community education to prevent destruc- tion of seemingly useless material, and building increased volume for collection and handling through the regular waste- material trade. After the patriotic New England ladies had their conference with waste-material men they worked out a commendable plan whereby junk collectors are to pay for household refuse in Thrift Stamps, thus saving materials which are worth money, and diverting it into the best machinery for realizing its value, and investing the profits in a safe form to help finance the Government. Wherever the junkman calls or there is a city collection service the best way to save = is to throw it away—but into waste- asket or refuse can. It cannot be lost, but is gathered, sorted and used again by-the cheapest methods. Teamwork from the public consists chiefly in not destroying refuse but keeping it in good shape for the collector. On the farms and in country districts there is a large tonnage of waste material which lies outside the regular collecting organization. Many thousands of tons of good scrap metal might be picked up round (Concluded on Page 157)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ° + . . . . : The world-experienced Chef on the left, the highly trained Domestic Econo- | : | mist on the right and between them the home-making woman of America— ! A) all have endorsed and enthusiastically adopted the lA Biya Hugues | | UGHE Electric Range | Do you realize that household iia are being re ‘volutionized by the general adoption of elec tric | | appliances? That whena Hughes Range is put into your kitchenthe hot room drudgery disappearsr || That the occupation of home-keeping is thereby dignified and the servant problem solved? } It is because electric appliances will add so much to the comfort and joy of your home life that these questions demand your attention. And that is why we suggest that you take up with a Hughes “50” = td | Isn’t this interesting? Electric Range The Range shown at the right is the most widely sold electric range manufacture rious size elements. You have \ Clean— rv ! } | } wee thes | ou the t clean be iuse there | ! e t vit t t t oot t flout \ ot the t redaso the in ore appeuzing, the cook ipprer the instant vou want heat it ou | representative of your Lighting Company this question of installing a Hughes Electric Range | } It will do all the cooking for ‘9 a large family and do it better } | than any fuel burning range. \ | Quick— The oven is large and deep; ‘ you have the very moment upper burner is incomparable } finish cooking the expense stops for broiling steaks. Warming ‘ Cool I 1 — ang ’ F ! closet above the oven. } _ 2 i oy | capacity will increase the tempera ture of the room hardly at al It Four surface burners with va- y means summer time comfort three different heats on each a. =e doef) HUGHES DIVISION burner, all under instant con trol. ‘ ' Edison Electric Appliance Company, Inc | Chics ago New York Ontario, Calif Avanla a of these four well known lines of household electric aie ape Hotpoint meee a! Electric Type | } } ya

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 7,1919 cH GiMEMANY TH _P* gunn mes aie | ‘ 7 f a i sy | L¢ o ‘ } : 4 ' j motorist nis ex Cia ; i) a, oie atl rs eS i} perience with the H { . . j \ Horse-Shoe--unti i til | | / WA todauamniillion | . users know itas a super mileage tire. / “Remember the Horse-Shoe Tread’ \ (wth? | es Teed A sees ’ BU) U yy. : w/ he, 3H, fon PT vee Abel 0 08® hi ET, oP + i. Villauder &. PTAA RANI)

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(Cencluded from Page 154) farm buildings and fields—such material as waste paper, rags, rubber, and the like which could be utilized if the cost of hauling to town were not too great. But even here the cost must be considered, and in many cases it would be better national service to employ labor and teams in the production of food and hauling it to market instead of pottering with a few dollars’ worth of junk. The waste-material industry feels that conservation will be furthered if the public understands how large it is and how thor- oughly organized. So some facts may be helpful. Last year’s waste mated as follows: Scrap iron, $600,000,000; scrap metal, #300,000,000; old waste paper and other rags, $200,000,000; woolen rags, $75,000,- 000; ee. and wool waste, $100,000,000; old rubber, $300,000,000; sex ‘ondhand bags, $2! 5,000,000: cotton linters, $15,000,000. Total, $1,615,000,000. By adopting the sorting methods of the rag trade, for example, Uncle Sam saved directly during the war many millions from cloth used in making army uniforms. About seventy-five cents’ worth of clip- pings of new wool was yielded in cutting each uniform. On a million uniforms this amounted to $750,000. In past wars contractors making uniforms bid on the finished garment, purchasing their own clothing and selling the clip- pings. In this war, however, the whole basis materials are esti- THE SATURDAY of contracting was changed, the Govern- ment buying new wool and having the cloth made, paying so ‘much for the making of ' the uniform and handling ‘the tlippings || through its own base sorting plant in New Tork. This plant was established under the su- pervision of Samuel M. Kaplan, one of the largest dealers in new wool clippings and old rags. Through his suggestions and ex- perience the Government not only saved many millions directly but there was an in- direct saving amounting to a much greater sum, because government sorting, handling and reuse of the clippings kept them out of the market and prevented speculation and higher prices in many directions. Since the armistice the waste-material industry has been purchasing and reclaim- | ing secondhand uniforms turned in by soldiers and sailors. These are cleaned, repaired, dyed and shipped abroad, the woolen garments turning up on the backs of Spanish peasants, while cotton garments, go to South America and Italy. Without the organized facilities of the waste- material trade and its world view in send- ing the right thing to the right market much of the residue of war would have little money value. So save the junk, but count the cost in terms of your own time. Save the junk, but throw the burden of handling, sorting and marketing on the efficient organization already waiting to do that work. ADVENTURES IN INTERVIEWING LORD NORTHCLIFFE (Continued from Page 17) I quote this sentence because never be- fore perhaps in the history of the world, certainly of war, have sixteen words in a newspaper produced such epoch-making re- sults. This revelation was, of course, uncensored. It was never meant to be censored. North- cliffe knew perfectly well that if he had intrusted this significant dispatch to the Press Bureau— it should have been known as the Suppress Bureau—it would never have seen the light of day. With his usual courage he defied the government, and got away with it. The bomb had a slow fuse. There were several reasons why it hung fire. It takes a long time for anything to soak into the British consciousness, even when it is har- assed by defeat and racked with anxiety. Northcliffe, who is naturally restless, be- came impatient. He wanted results. He then wrote the famous editorial entitled The Tragedy of the Shells—Kitchener’s Grave Mistake. It was the first terrific attack on Britain’s war idol, and it shook the Kingdom. Translating this historic episode into American terms, it was as if Horace Greeley had made a violent assault on General Grant when he was flushed with the triumph of his Civil War success. Northcliffe’s act was even more daring be- cause America had been rent by civil war and had a divided people, while practically all England believed Kitchener to be the perfection of everything that war leader- ship should embody. The storm broke about The Times. Northcliffe’s name became a hissing and a byword. His newspapers were burned in the streets; his life was threatened again and again. He smiled grimly and stuck to his task. The country reluctantly came round to his way of thinking and the Min- istry of Munitions was organized. Lloyd George became the first minister. Britain was converted into one vast arsenal. ‘The shell episode brought the future Premier and Northcliffe really together for the first time. The munitions upheaval did more than jolt Kitchener from his pedestal and give Britain a real weapon against the Germans. Northcliffe never does things by halves. With others he saw that strict party rule in the midst of a great war was wrong. His shell revelations and his assault on the Dardanelles enterprise practically forced Mr. Asquith to reconstruct his Liberal cab- inet, and coalition became a fact. Just about this time Northcliffe led the fight for conscription and won. I mention this to emphasize one of his outstanding qualities, which is foresight. Early in the war he asked me: “What do Americans think about the duration of the war?”’ This question indicates that he was en- gaged in his well-known occupation of in- te rv iewing others. “Our people are inclined to be optimisti: and believe that the war will not last long,” I replied. “They are much mistaken,” replied Northcliffe. “It is going to be a long war and a costly one. Mefore it ends all Europe will be involved.” He was right. Because he had unwaver- ing faith in his judgment he pounded away at conscription, with Kitchener and the whole War Office practically arrayed against him. Lloyd George backed him up, how- ever. Northcliffe’s foresight was never more strikingly demonstrated than in his pro- Vision against shortage in paper. Other British publishers depend upon the general industry. He supplies himself. To do this he built an immense factory in a virgin forest in Newfoundland and established a steamship line to haul the product to Eng- land. During the war a paper famine de- veloped in Europe. Northcliffe was the only newspaper proprietor with an abun- dant stock. Now developed the tragic hu- mor of the situation. Like everything else, paper passed under a control. Life in those days was one control after another. British Paper Controller decreed that Northcliffe’s supply should be apportioned among all his competitors! When Reginald M’Kenna was Chancel- lor of the Exchequer Northcliffe gave me a The | letter of introduction to him, though prac- | tically a state of war existed between them. I wanted to get at the crux of the British financial situation and Northcliffe was equally anxious that I should get it with authority. He felt that he was doing his country a service. I cite this to show Northcliffe’s respect for accuracy. To return to the sequence of war events, the shell exposure and the Kitchener epi- sode merely marked the prelude to North- cliffe’s outstanding war feat. I mean his part in the overthrow of the Asquith régime and the rise of Lloyd George to the premier- ship. It has such intimate bearing on the rupture between the publisher and the present Prime Minister that it is well worth rehearsing in brief. The autumn of 1916 was not a particu- larly happy one for England. Things were going badly at the Front; coalition did everything but coalesce. Lloyd George now sat in Kitchener’s chair, Secretary of State for War. Like Northcliffe he was dissatisfied with war policies. At that time the supreme court of war was the so- called War Committee, of which Mr. As- quith, as Premier, was president. It was a large cumbersome body, composed of men | EVENING POST } g 4 ¢ Ls 2 a os How soon will your car be “down and out?”’ It isn’t mileage that wears cars out quickly—it is lack of care. A train locomotive lasts for forty years because it is overhauled frequently. Give your car the same attention, and you'll doudé its life. 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I remember that just about this time in commenting on its unwieldy form and methods he said: “You cannot conduct war with a town meeting, and the War Committee is a town meeting.” Lloyd George shared this opinion. He not only chafed at the clumsiness of the committee but he resented what he termed Asquith’s policy of “delay, hesitation, lack of foresight and vision.” Now began the duel between Asquith and Lloyd George. To understand it let me first give you a He represents the oldest traditions of British statesman- ship. His face is cast in a classic mold. Of distinguished and courtly presence he looks the thing that he is—a scholar and a gen- tleman. He can make an address on Eliz- abethan literature with the same ease and grace with which he delivers himself of an opinion on a Foreign Office policy. He prides himself on the fact that he has never been interviewed. He believes that com- munication with the public should be through formal and official statements which never say anything. Opposed to this view was Lloyd George Asquith’s opposite in Lloyd George and Northcliffe believed that victory in the war lay in a small compact war council that could get things done. Asquith was strong on tradi- tion and precedent, while Lloyd George wanted action. The Northcliffe press opened up its guns on the Premier. Meanwhile Lloyd George had made a | suggestion to Mr. Asquith for a reorganiza- | road on his power and prerogative. j would | story I | polities. tion of the War Committee on what prac- tically amounted to a five-man basis, the Premier to be president and Lloyd George chairman. Asquith construed it as an in- Lloyd George became an insurgent and was backed up by Northcliffe. Beaverbrook the Political Strategist The upshot of the wMole matter was that early in December, 1916, Mr. Asquith de- cided that there must be anew Government, which meant that Lloyd George would have to get out. As usual, Lloyd George beat the flag and resigned first. He had maneuvered the Premier into such a position that he would either have to bare the friction and dissension existing in the cabinet, which aid the enemy, or retire himself. To Asquith’s everlasting credit let it be said that he sacrificed his post rather than expose the cabinet skeleton. Lloyd George’s great opportunity was now at hand, for the road to the premier- ship was open. Northcliffe saw in him the hope of the hour and advocated his eleva- tion. He was not alone in this desire, nor did he lack a valiant colleague. For two years there had lurked behind the political scenes a remarkable man whose peculiar talents were now to have full play. Indeed, they had been employed for a year in shaping and maintaining coalition. That man was Lord Beaverbrook, whose life told in THE SATURDAY EVENING PosT just a year ago. Born Max Aitken, he was a struggling Canadian bank clerk at eighteen, a maker of mergers at thirty, a millionaire at thirty-four and a peer at thirty-nine. He had come to London a dec- ade ago and was drawn irresistibly into He had known Bonar Law, the Unionist leader, in the old days, and they became inseparable friends. Bonar Law practically held the Unionist whip hand. le was essential to a renewal of coalition. The moment Asquith resigned the King formally and perfunctorily asked Bonar Law to form a cabinet, which was about as feasible am undertaking for him as crossing the Atlantic in a canoe. Here is where Beaverbrook came in. Down at his country house at Leatherhead was held a series of conferences at which the new government was practically framed. Every manner of conflicting political in- terest and personal ambition had to be reconciled. The one-time Canadian bank clerk proved that he could handle men as readily as he could make millions. He had the call, so to speak, on Bonar Law, and ex- ercised strong influence with Lloyd George. While Northcliffe threw out a smoke screen in the shape of a newspaper barrage it was Beaverbrook in the role of manipulator of June 7,19/9 men who really framed up the new govern- ment with the intention that Lloyd George should be Premier. Here in a nutshell is the inside story of one of the most dramatic episodes of the war so far as British public life is concerned. For his services Beaver- brook was made a peer. This reorganization, which speeded up the whole British war machine, emphasized Northcliffe’s larger journalistic policy. He helped to bring about a great national change. He was the voice of reform. At the same time he kept himself free from any entangling alliances which might ham- per him in the future and emerged from the transaction with an absolutely free hand. Lloyd George now faced the difficult task of making a cabinet. To this piece of state carpentry Northcliffe contributed a_ full share. He demanded practical men of busi- ness experience. He named Sir Albert Stanley as President of the Board of Trade; Lord Rhondda as President of the Local Government Board; Sir Joseph Maclay, Shipping Controller; and Lord Devenport, Food Controller. In connection with Lord Devenport I can relate an amusing story. Devenport is the Woolworth of the British grocery busi- ness. He began life as a clerk, saw the value of the chain-of-stores idea, and be- came a multimillionaire and a peer. Being the first food controller he had to combat that universal weakness which begins and ends with the stomach. People wanted all the food they could get and shied at the curtailment of its supply. The controller had a hard time. Northcliffe, who had great confidence that Devenport would succeed, became irri- tated at what he termed the failure of the Food Administration. This meant that he let loose at the controller in his papers. Soon after these attacks began I met Devenport —a big rubicund Britisher—at a dinner given by Sir Joseph White Todd. When the ladies left the table the men began to talk politics. Northcliffe’s name came up. Devenport turned to me and said: “‘ Your friend Northcliffe is a strange person. He got me into the cabinet and now he is mov- ing heaven and earth to get me out.” A few days later I saw Northcliffe and told him what Devenport had said. He smiled and remarked: ‘ Devenport seemed to lose all his business sense the moment he got into the cabinet.” Northcliffe had his way and Devenport retired in favor of Lord Rhondda, who lit- erally died in harness. I saw him when the fatal illness already had its grip upon him. I told him that he looked tired, where- upon he replied: ‘‘Food conservation will win the war, but the job of trying to make people realize it will probably kill me.” It did, for he broke down under the tre- mendous strain of censoring the British stomach. The Personality of Lord Rhondda Lord Rhondda represented the complete evolution in the attitude of British public men toward interviewing, which was wrought by the war. Before the great struggle he side-stepped publicity. He was the Welsh coal king, immensely rich and cared noth- ing for personal exploitation. When Lloyd George became Minister of Munitions he sent him—he was ther D. A. Thomas—to Canada and the United States to straighten out shell contracts. He told me that Amer- ican newspaper reporters had educated him in the fine art of interviewing. It became an acquired taste and he liked it. Lord Rhondda was a great administrator. He regarded a cabinet post in the same way that he looked upon a big business proposi- tion. That is why he succeeded. Northcliffe understands Americans thor- oughly. When he wants to emphasize a fact about America with Americans he talks American—not British. He has that rare journalistic quality of being able to bring a matter home in local and familiar terms In other words he talks New York in terms of New York; Chicago in terms of Chicago, and so on. Contrary to the general belief and though he realized our power and prestige he was not particularly anxious for Uncle Sam to become a participant in the war. In 1916 he said to me: “If America goes into the war it will be because she is forced in.” It was Northcliffe who told me that we had broken off diplomatic relations with Germany. I was working in my room at the Savoy Hotel in London that historic (Continued on Page 161)

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(Continued from Page 158) afternoon in February, 1917. The tele- phone bell rang. I answered it, to find Northcliffe at the other end. He was down at Elmwood, his country place in Kent. “It’s happened,” he said, “‘and I know you are glad.” The next morning I received a cablegram from New York asking me to get North- cliffe’s opinion as to the immediate aid that America could render the Allies. I called him up and he said he would send me a statement. In this decision he was merely following his rule to write out his own state- ments. In a matter as important as this he did not want to take any chances on being misquoted. At six o’clock that evening one of North- cliffe’s messengers handed me a thousand- word statement which forecast precisely what America did at the start. He felt then, as he felt throughout the war, that after man power our chief weapon would be the aéroplane. Whenever he talked with Americans he emphasized this fact. Yet up to the moment that we actually declared war Northcliffe did not believe that we would go in. I can illustrate with a somewhat personal incident. On March 2, 1917, the American Luncheon Club in London gave a luncheon in the ballroom of the Savoy Hotel. It was the first big gath- ering of Americans in England since the breaking off of diplomatic relations with Germany. At the head table, among others, were Lord Rhondda, Lord Fisher, Lord Sydenham, Sir Albert Stanley, Sir James M. Barrie and H. G. Wells. had been asked to make the “long speech,” as they call it in England, and took as my subject America and the War. Northcliffe was to act as chairman and in- troduce me, Just before the speaking began he said tome: “I suppose you are going to bea jingo and say that America’s destiny lies in participation in the war.” “Yes,” L replied, “and a good deal more.” You don’t mind if I differ with you?” was his retort. Of course I said that I did not. North- cliffe made a brilliant speech in which he paid high tribute to America. He said, however: “So far as Anglo- Saxon participation in the war is concerned, John Bull can go it alone. He never fights so well as when he is in a corner.” Northcliffe Accepts Office Yet when President Wilson registered the great decision he was greatly pleased. He became our most sympathetic interpreter abroad. I was on the Russian frontier when the United States formally arrayed herself on the side of freedom, and did not get back to London until the end of May, 1917. I found Northcliffe full of optimism about our plans. Zecause of America Northcliffe broke vhat had been one of his rigid rules. This rule-—which he established long before the outbreak of the war—was that he would never hold any public office. He felt that to occupy any public post would, handicap or embarrass him in criticism. With our entry into the war England’s affairs in America became more compli- cated. She had a vast network of contracts for everything from horseshoe nails to car- goes of wheat. Half a dozen missions looked after her various interests. Once we became a belligerent our first obligation vas to our own needs. It called for an im- mediate readjustment of all these inter- national agreements. Lloyd George saw that England’s inter- ests in the United States would have to be consolidated under one head. He knew that Northcliffe understood America better than any other Englishman, so he invited him to become head of the British Mission to the United States, which was to codrdi- nate all her activities in America except propaganda. The publisher declined on the ground that he did not want any public post. The Prime Minister, who is a per- istent person, urged him again and again to accept. How Northcliffe came to ac- quiesce is an illuminating example of the swift way he does things. I pee booked passage on the Steamship St. Paul, of the American Line, ge in those days sailed from Liverpool on Satur- days. On the Thursday preceding this particular trip I went to The Times for a good-by luncheon with Northcliffe. Just as I was about to leave he said: “You will probably find a friend of yours on the boat.” THE SATURDAY “Who is he?” I asked. “You will find out in ample time,” was his answer. I thought nothing of it at the moment. When I reached Euston Station the follow- ing Saturday morning I found Northcliffe there ready to go on the boat train to Liver- pool, and to take the St. Pau The point I want to emphasize in this matter is that between Thursday morning and Friday night he had not only made up his mind to head the British War Mission but had organized his many enterprises so that he could leave them for an indefinite period; had had an audience with the | King; had rehearsed the whole project with Lloyd George, and had in every way made ready for what was one of the most strenuous and exacting experiences of his life. Northcliffe entered upon this trip with an ominous feeling. On the train to Liver- pool, in which we shared the same com- partment, he told me that he had a“ hunch” as he called it, that the Germans would get him. There is no doubt that the Hun would have taken a hellish delight in re- moving the man who had first bared the German menace in England and who then, | with Lloyd George, was their chief stum- bling block in British public life. The loss of Northcliffe would have meant more to the enemy than the wiping out of a small British army. As a result his departure was shrouded in secrecy. Only his imme- diate family, his closest business associates and the members of the war cabinet knew that he was going. Quick Action In those days the submarines were at their worst. Every passenger ship that left England went under secret orders. The captain did not know his route until he was about to depart. On that trip the St. Paul took what is known as the North-of-Ireland route. We were one of fifteen vessels bound for Halifax and New York. All had started about the same time. As we swung down the Irish Coast, green and brilliant in the sunshine, these ships were strung out in a long procession. Before twenty-four hours had passed three were at the bottom of the sea. This information, which was com- municated to me privately by Captain Mills, with whom I had trave led much on the St. Paul, did not add much tothe gayety | of the early stages of the voyage. On that trip I had daily contact with Northcliffe. He felt the responsibility of the American Mission keenly. Long an ad- mirer of American business methods he de- cided that he would organize and conduct an undertaking, which meant the expendi- | ture of many millions of dollars every day, on the American scientific-efficiency basis. In his stateroom one day he blocked out a huge chart of organization in the form of a pyramid with himself at the apex and the myriad subordinate British missions then in the United States radiating from it. When we got to New York he had the whole business definitely set down. It is typical of his energy that one hour after we docked he was at work at a desk in an office on Fifth Avenue. He had rented it by cable and it was fitted up while we were at sea. At a luncheon that I had the privilege of giving him in New York he made his first really public utterance following his ar- rival. I refer to it because in his speech he urged America not to commit Britain’s blunder in suppressing war news. He felt that in a nation that dripped publicity the whole war effort should stand revealed. He also made a tactful plea for a war cab- inet. He knew how the cumbersome Eng- lish War Committee had made a mess of things and he did not want America to fall into the same error. Northcliffe conducted the British War Mission in precisely the same way that he ran his newspapers. He brought over his ) own auditors and secretaries. It developed into a great business enterprise. I happen to know better than most people the sacri- fice that it imposed upon him. No man likes comfort. more than Northcliffe. 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NEW YORK PIPES W Ww ¢ ut MAKERS OFf FINE * 4 *) . ~ La VE GATS Ss — GIN THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Propaganda in Enemy Countries. Some day Northcliffe himself will probably tell the story of how he got his material into Germany and Austria. It is no exaggera- tion when I say that the literature he planted in enemy countries had an appreciable effect in ending the war. He had remark- able organizations in Holland, Switzerland and Italy. More than this, he had scores of agents actually in Germany and Austria. How he got them there and kept them there was part of an adventure no less thrilling or hazardous than the work of the army secret service in which men hourly carry their lives in their hands. Lord Northcliffe has a surprising streak of sentiment. He has owned and still owns magnificent country estates whose storied halls have echoed with the footsteps of royalty and whose formal gardens are fa- mous. Yet his favorite retreat is a modest establishment, Elmwood, down in Kent near Broadstairs, where Charles Dickens lived and worked. One reason why he likes it is that he bought it with his first big earnings. Here he finds refuge and sanctu- ary. Northcliffe has one marked peculiarity in that he dislikes to sleep in London. He has Joseph Pulitzer’s aversion to noise. He never spends a night in town if he can help it. Having a variety of country residences he turns up at unexpected hours. This means that they are always in readiness. One reason why he keeps fit is that he never talks shop after seven o’clock. Unless he has a formal engagement else- where-—he never goes to a public dinner when he can escape it —his rule is to dine at home and retire at nine. As a consequence he is awake at dawn. Like Mark Twain he likes to work in bed. This habit sometimes works a hardship on his friends. His morn- ing hour for calling me up in London was seven o'clock Northcliffe is amused by simple things. No Englishman is a more devoted admirer of American ragtime than this peer who helps to shape British destiny. It takes courage to start a conversation with him when the phonograph— one of his greatest diversions—begins to reel off the latest George M. Cohan or Irving Berlin composi- tions. It almost goes without saying that North- cliffe has a keen sense of humor. Here is an example of it: I once went to a luncheon in London given in honor of Sir Edward Car- son, then First Lord of the Admiralty, by the Aldwych Club, of which Northcliffe was chairman. In introducing the guest of the oceasion Northcliffe said: “T have learned to have a great respect for Sir Edward Carson. He not only be- lieves in publicity at the Admiralty, but he knows professionally how to put the probe into other people’s por ketbooks.”’ On Green Box Day They all laughed, because they knew the facts. Northcliffe referred to a celebrated libel suit against him. It was brought by a well-known manufacturer who employed Carson to prosecute the case. He got a big verdict. Northcliffe likes to give his friends and associates titles. Though he insists on wear- ing the same pattern of red necktie every day he takes a peculiar delight in railing at my shirts. He thinks they are loud. Ona photograph of himself that he gave me last November he wrote. the following inscrip- tion: ‘ His Radiance,“I. Marcosson — Roi des chemises.”” He calls me The Shirt King. Northcliffe’s ability as a phrase maker is 10t always expended on his friends. The closest competitor of his Evening News in London is owned by England’s richest man- ufacturer of chocolate and allied products. Northcliffe never mentions this paper by name, but always refers to it as the Cocoa Press. I have already intimated that Northcliffe dislikes to write letters. He receives an enormous number of them every day and many must be answered. He has one sec- retary whose sole task is to read all this correspondence first, write out a compact résumé of the contents, and pin it at the head of the communication. Thus the pub- lisher gets the substance at a glance. Being human Northcliffe postpones his general letter writing as long as possible. Meanwhile the mail accumulates in a leather receptacle which he calls The Green Box. On other occasions he terms it The Pan- dora Box. Sometimes when I stopped in to see him he would say grimly, “This is Green Box Day.” He was answering letters June 7, 1919 and I knew that he was doing something that he did not like to do. If you want to get a real glimpse into the character of a man, be he famous or other- wise, find out his relations with his mother. Between Northcliffe and Sir James M. Barrie exists a peculiar kinship. It is not based entirely on mutual admiration. The historian of Thrums never did anything finer in all his writing career than the life of his mother, Margaret Ogilvy. It is perhaps the only time that a mother’s biography has been written by her son. Northcliffe has written no life of his mother, but his adoration for this splendid old woman, Mrs. Harmsworth, who at eighty-four is as much interested in her son’s activities as when he started, is a beautiful thing. Every day that he is in England he calls her up on the telephone. When he is out of England he sends her a telegram. This daily message from her first-born—he is the oldest of fourteen children—is as much a part of her life as food. Mrs. Harmsworth lives at Totter- edge, which is not far from London. North- cliffe makes it a point to spend one night every week with her. She has so many sons that she can have one with her every day. It only remains to speak of the dramatic break between Lloyd George and North- cliffe which has projected both men into a controversy that will doubtless be historic. With the merits of this quarrel we are not concerned. The question is: How do these men line up and what will be the outcome? Each is so essentially a part of the history of his time that whatever he does is bound to be big with significance. Publisher vs. Premier The break began soon after the signing of the armistice. Whether Northcliffe had an ambition to be a member of the British Peace Mission I am not prepared to say. One thing is certain: He was dissatisfied with its personnel. He chafed at the delay in the negotiations and at the failure of Lloyd George to make good on his Decem- ber election promises. The most important promise is summed up in the phrase, “To the uttermost farthing from the exact German Whatever the cause, Northcliffe oO} ened up on Lloyd George early this year. The result, as everyone knows, was a scathing denunciation of the publisher by the Pre- mier in a speech in the House on April six- teenth. The two livest wires in England got crossed and the sparks are flying. Who will win in this battle? That it is bound to be a bitter struggle no one can doubt. Neither Lloyd George nor North- cliffe is a quitter. Lloyd George’s prestige is largely con- tingent upon political fortune, always an unstable thing. On the other hand North- cliffe’s papers are not dependent upon elec- tions. The Times, like the proverbial brook, is an institution that goes on forever. Each has a tremendous following. More than once Northcliffe’s name has been mentioned in connection with the prime ministership. The disagreement with Lloyd George has revived the suggestion that he head the government. No man can be Prime Minister, however, without a party, and Northcliffe has no party. If you knew his real mind in connection with this office you would probably dis- cover that he prefers to remain what he has been and is—-the unofficial premier of the British people. Editor’s Note—This is the second of a series of articles by Mr. Marcosson showing some of the outstanding personalities of war and peace at close range. The next will deal with Sir Douglas Haig, Lord French, Sir Eric Geddes, Winston Spencer Churchill, General Smuts and Sir Edward Carson Poems by Mr. Burnet WO poems—Three Men o’ Merri and The Glory of War—were printed in re- cent issues of THE Post as the work of Ira South, a young American sailor who died last year. The poems were sent to THE Post by his sister in good faith, believing that they had been written by him. It now appears that these poems had simply been copied by Mr. South for preservation in a notebook, in which were also certain verses of his own, and were not intended for pub- lication. Both of the poems in THE Post were written by Dana Burnet, a valued contributor to THE SATURDAY EVENING Post. Credit for their authorship is here- by given to Mr. Burnet.

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THE SATURDAY THE SUPER-BOOBS (Continued from Page 13) point is a magnificent stream more than a mile in width. It has among other things electric lights, good hotels and restaurants, a river-front promenade, theaters, a large public library, a museum, three newspapers, four banks, ironworks, tanneries, soap fac- tories, breweries, steam flour mills, sawmills, rope walks and some twelve schools —one of which, a girls’ school with more than thir- teen hundred pupils, occupies a beautiful white stone building that would do credit to any city in the United States. It has a population of more than seventy thousand. It is a regular place. Blagoviestchensk has all the food that it wants, and more money than it needs. The province has all sorts of cojperative stores a Peasants’ Codperative Union, a Peasants’ Coéperative Bank and Credit Association and a Peasants’ Codperative Grain Associ- ation. These associations are all connected in one large cot,erative institution with stores and representatives throughout the province. They claim ten per cent of the province as members, and declare that even those who are not members coéperate with them. They have coéperative storehouses for grain and codperative stares to sell ne- cessities to the people and codéperative mills and small factories. The profits are placed in part to capital account, and in part used for the improvements of schools, hospitals, and the like. Food is cheap in Blagoviestchensk — cheaper than it was fif- teen and twenty years ago. Its people are happy and contented. Now there is no more reason for the ex- istence of Bolshevism in Blagoviestchensk than there is for its existence in Boston. If the arguments of those who propose to kill Jolshevism by feeding alone and who de- clare that it cannot exist in contented or enlightened communities are good for any- thing Bolshevism should have lain down on its side as soon as it entered Blagoviest- chensk and become enthusiastically and irrevocably dead. But it didn’t. It most certainly and emphatically did not! Bolshevism came into Blagoviestchensk with a rush and a whoop and a roar. It en- tered in all its super-boobishness and upset and wreckea and destroyed and thieved and grafted and murdered; and all its ex- ponents made complete and farcical asses of themselves. They seized the reins of power by force, and they held them by intimidation. They were finally ejected by force of arms, and by a much smaller band of determined men, inspired by a capable and forceful leader Alexiefsky. If Alexiefsky had tried to get them out by feeding them they would prob- ably still be harassing Blagoviestchensk in all their boobishness. Snares and Delusions In common with practically all Bolshe- viks everywhere they wanted only two things: Loot, and the power which would enable them to get loot. Ideals? They wouldn’t have known an ideal if it had driven up to them in a limousine, climbed out and offered to shake hands with them. What is more, I claim that even the leading spirits of Bolshevism must know that their so-called ideals are nothing but snares and delusions. They claim to have ideals. They talk about them and wave their hands round, spreading an aroma of stale tobacco and unwashed bodies. It is their claims which have befuddled and bemused those soft-hearted, soft-headed persons who have twittered about and sympathized with the lofty and pure aspirations of Lenine and Trotzky. Lofty and pure poppycock! Lenine and his assemblage of super-boobs have had a year in which to make Bolshe- vism blend with loftiness and purity; and in that time they have had to cast into the discard practically every idealistic concep- tion which they claim for their system. If Bolshevism be consistently realized there can be no society, no state, no law; even life itself cannot continue. We were speaking, however, of the Blago- viestchensk super-boobs. They wanted loot; and they obtained followers by offer- ing them chances to obtain loot. About a hundred miles from Blagoviestchensk there are wonderfully rich gold mines. These mines offered a great chance for the Bolshe- viks. They fell on the mines like a pack of wolves, seized all the gold that had been mined, and then took a crack at gold mining on their own account. They indulged in that pursuit, so pleasing to the owner of a gold mine, known as high- grading. In other words, they stripped the mines of the gold that could easily be reached. By the time they finished with the gold fields they had gathered together a Red army of ten thousand men. Their leader was a man named Muchin. Under Muchin they marched on Blago- viestchensk. They were met by an inferior force of Russian officers and Cossacks; and the Bolsheviks defeated them handily. Poorly organized as Bolsheviks invariably were, they were too often able to defeat the so-called armies composed of Russian offi- cers of the old régime, even though the officers might outnumber them. This is one of the blackest marks against Russian manhood; for these army officers, supposed to be brave and resourceful men, more than once allowed themselves to be shot down and wiped out with scarcely an effort to defend themselves. Muchin wasn’t a bad sort of chap, as Bolsheviks go. He was serving a jail sen- tence for forgery when the jails were opened by Kerensky’s decree. He believed in the more refined crimes rather than in the coarse work of the low-browed thugs. Mur- der didn’t appeal to him strongly, and he attempted to restrain his men whenever their desire to murder and mutilate be- came too obstreperous. All told he had some success, though not enough to brag about with any marked enthusiasm. Massacred for Being Prosperous In the few days immediately following the fighting more than two thousand citi- zens of Blagoviestchensk were shot down by the Bolsheviks in cold blood. Most of them were shot because they were appar- ently prosperous, though many were killed for personal reasons or because it was easier to kill them and take their belongings than to attempt to argue them into giving up the belongings. On the first day when the Bolsheviks were in power every man who was well dressed or who looked as though he be- longed to the intelligentsia or the bour- geoisie was shot down without question. No man who ventured out on the street in a white collar on that first day escaped with his life; for the white collar was held to be an anti-Bolshevik badge. Many people escaped by smearing their clothes with mud and filth—and the filthier the filth the surer they were of not being molested. The richest man in the province was a mine owner named Tetchakoff. He had a fortune of fifteen million rubles. The Bol- sheviks caught him on the very first day, wounded him, clubbed him to death with their rifle butts and dragged him to his home. His wife was there. She was brought to the living room. Tetchakoff’s body was placed upright in an easy-chair while she looked on, and the Bolsheviks then pro- ceeded to shoot the body full of holes with their rifles and revolvers before her eyes They wanted all his money that they could get, and they figured that this was the quickest way of making Madame Tetcha- koff tell them where to find it After the first few days, however, Muchin obtained better control of his men. When- ever any of them got drunk, which they did with great enthusiasm and frequency, they would stagger round to the jail with the intention of taking out a few political pris- oners and enjoying a bit of target practice on them. Never a day went by that two or three prisoners weren't shot; and every day there was a large number of drunken Bolsheviks whose desires in the shooting line were balked. These drunken shooting parties cluttered up the jail considerably; and after the jailer had permitted a party to enter and remove one or two victims he was usually so peeved over the mess they made that he would either get sulky and refuse to let any more in or he would lock up the jail and go out and get drunk him- self. There is no gainsaying that the Bolshevik claim of being everybody’s equal —-and most people’s superior — is particularly true in the matter of drunkenness. The average Bol- shevik can get as drunk as anybody in the world. If the Bolshevik Party in Russia should organize a drinking team and send it all over the world to engage the drinking teams of other parties and nationalities in long-distance drinking, sprint drinking, EVENING POST 165 Ofuxedo The Perfect Tobacco For Pipe Finest Burley Tobacco Mellow-aged till perfect + a dash of Chocolate “Your Nose Knows Have You Tried Tuxedo in the New “TEA-FOIL” PACKAGE? 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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST | standing broad drinking, running high drinking or any other brand of drinking known to the human race it would be the most worth-while thing that the Bolsheviks have ever done. And the most successful. The Bolshevik team would get drunk quicker and stay drunk longer than any team that could possibly be brought against them. Their success at getting drunk is one of the very few things for which the Bol- sheviks deserve high rank. If the Blagoviestchensk Bolsheviks hadn’t | got drunk so often there would have been very few people murdered after the first few days of Bolshevik rule; for Muchin was a humane man, as has been said, and didn’t approve of extremely rough stuff. As soon as the Bolsheviks had occupied the city they formed a government with Muchin as kommissar of the province. Muchin’s appointments were truly demo- cratic. His kommissar in charge of educa- tion had been a janitor in one of the Blago- viestchensk schools. He had been a janitor, I say—a lazy Russian janitor, with no thought of anything except graft and eating and sleeping and how to keep from working more than two hours a day. This janitor knew as much about education and schools and books as he did about the Bhagavad- gita or the life and habits of the nine-spined stickleback. All that he or any of his brother Bolshevik kommissars knew con- cerning the matters over which they were supposed to kommiss could have been writ- ten on . postage stamp with a mop. The kommissar in charge of commerce under Muchin had been the owner of a small grocery store. Commerce, of course, made great strides under his administra- tion. He would get himself completely ossified on vodka and fall asleep at his desk with his hair tumbling into the ink bottle and his whiskered cheek resting against the pens; and when somebody | wished his signature on a document the soldier on guard at the door would come in and take him by the shoulder and hoist him up and disentangle the great seal of office from the kommissar’s scraggly mustache and stamp the document and put the great | seal back under his face and lower him back onto it. He was a great help to com- merce, was that kommissar—in just the same way that Bolshevism is a help to Russia,

How Muchin Ran the Railroad Muchin put in one of his own men to run the Amur Railroad. He selected a man who had been a fireman on a Russian engine. He might have made a fair wood- chopper or an eminently successful potato puller on an Aroostook County farm—if somebody had stood over him with a gun and made him work; but as the head of a large railway system he was a shine. He was one of the shiniest shines that ever shone; and what he did to the Amur Rail- road was a sin and a shame, not to say an atrocity and a depravity. Ordinarily there was one passenger train and one freight train each way daily on the Amur Rail- road; but after the new kommissar had been on the job for a short time the passenger train that was due on Tuesday wouldn't | get in until the following Sunday; while travelers who hoped to start to Khabarovsk by train on a Monday would live in the station for a week or two without seeing | anything that looked like an outbound train, and then decide to walk if they wished to reach their destination before the suc- ceeding month had passed into history. Muchin had a failing—which is not re- stricted to Bolshevik kommissars—of being unwilling to remove incompetent officials from office, even though their incompetence was sufficiently pronounced to make a pig whistle, as the saying goes. If there is anything in that saying, the whistling of the pigs in Russia and Siberia should be sufficiently shrill to be heard on Mars. However, the parlous state to which the Amur Railroad was reduced under the fire- man head was so noticeable and so incon- venient for Muchin that he removed his first appointee and put the road under the management of the man who had run it under the Czar’s régime. Muchin kept this man on the job by holding his family as hostages. If the trains weren’t on time, threatened Muchin, one of the hostages would lose an arm ora leg. If there was an accident another hostage would be deprived of an eye and anear. The railroad did very well under its new management. All Bolsheviks want all the money they } can get. That is an axiom of Bolshevism.

June 7,1919 They object strongly to capitalism, but they want to be capitalists themselves The: 2y don’t care how they get their capital, either, so long as they get it and get it quickly. Thrift and the slow accumula- tion of a modest competence mean nothing in the young but soiled life of the Bolshe- vik. The Bolshevik will let someone else fritter away his time on slow accumulation; and when he has got it accumulated the Bolshevik will pop out on him and beat him brusquely on the head and take it away from him. Danton, Robespierre and other leaders of the French Revolution lived simply and honestly. The Bolshevik leaders, after frothing at the mouth against the bourgeoisie and the nobility who live in palaces, seize the same palaces for their own homes and practice graft and theft to a degree that makes the old grafting, thiev- ing Russian régime look drearily righteous by comparison. I have heard people com- pare the terrors of Bolshevism to the terrors of the French Revolution. In the entire French Revolution only ten thousand people were killed. The Bolsheviks up to the present time, so far as can be learned, have killed more than three hundred thousand people. The Bolsheviks have put the French Rev- olution in the bush league or strawberry festival class. The Swag and the Get:Away Muchin, being a fairly representative Bolshevik, wanted to become a capitalist immediately. If he had been an extreme Bolshevik he would have murdered a lot of rich men and stolen their money. But he was a gentle conservative soul; and his vocation in the old days had been forgery. So it was probably quite natural for him to seize a printing press and begin printing money. It was one of his first acts after he had made himself kommissar. He rounded up all the suitable paper in the city and kept the presses busy until all the paper was gone. The result was eighty million rubles in nice new paper notes. The notes were really worth no more than the paper on which they were printed; but Muchin got out an order requiring all citizens to accept the Bolshevik money on a par with old imperial rubles. Then he proceeded to trade his Bolshevik money for imperial money; and when he had accumu- lated a few million rubles in money that could be used anywhere in the world he turned it over to his brother, and his brother skipped unostentatiously away. Some- where Muchin’s brother is roosting over his little pile of several million rubles, and some day Muchin himself will turn his back on Bolshevism and join his brother; and then the two of them will be capitalists together in very truth. The people of Amur Province were fortu- nate to be ruled by such a refined Bolshevik as Muchin. The province to the west of Amur was seized by another Bolshevik army; and the kommissar whom they elected had been serving a life sentence for murder when Kerensky opened the jails and freed the criminals. Being a murderer that particular kommissar had little or no use for subtle or refined methods. When he wanted money he couldn’t be bothered with hunting up a printing press and waiting for the printers to run off a fortune for him. He merely hunted up someone who had plenty of money, shot him abruptly and helped himself to all the valuables on the premises. Like all other Bolsheviks, Muchin and his followers held that under the Bolshevik régime all those who had worked with their heads in the past should in the future work with their hands, while those who had worked with their hands under the old order of things should in the future work with their heads. Thus firemen, janitors and grocers became railroad heads, kom- missars of education and kommissars of commerce; while capitalists, scholars and generals became day laborers and menials A man named Shperk, who was the son of a famous Petrograd physician and who had been the inspector of factories of Amur Province under the Czar, was jailed by the Blagoviestchensk Bolsheviks and forced by them to clean those sections of the jail where modern conveniences were most needed. Other members of the intelligent- sia were employed at the same task. Alexandre Alexiefsky, who finally rescued Amur Province from the grip of Bolshe- vism, was in the revolution of 1905 the leader of the revolutionary groups in Amur Prov- ince and was the governor of the province (Continued on Page 169

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(Continued from Page 166) after the revolutionists gained control. He was driven out by imperial troops and fled to Japan. He returned to Siberia in 1906 and was ultimately imprisoned on the charge of treason. He escaped from prison in a wardrobe constructed by prison carpenters who supplied orders from civil- ians, and reached Japan again. From there he and his wife started for the United States. They were held in New York by immigration authorities. Mr. Root, then Secretary of State, was just about to complete a treaty with Rus- sia, and only two or three minor points required settlement. There was a deadlock on these points; but Russia finally offered to yield on the points if Alexiefsky were de- livered over to the Russian authorities. Mr. Root was willing and took the matter up with Oscar Straus, Secretary of Com- merce and Labor, who had jurisdiction over immigration matters. Mr. Straus refused to permit Alexiefsky to be sur- rendered to Russia, stating that one of the fundamental principles of this nation was to provide a place of refuge for political refugees. The matter was laid before Presi- dent Roosevelt, who upheld Mr. Straus; and Alexiefsky was permitted to enter the United States. He remained in this coun- try until 1908, when he went to Paris and studied law at the Sorbonne. The Adventures of Alexiefsky At the outbreak of the revolution which resulted in the dethronement of the Czar he returned to Siberia. He was at once made the governor of Amur Province by acclamation. He held his position through the Kerensky régime. In November, 1917, in spite of the growth of Bolshevism in Russia and Western Siberia he was over- whelmingly elected to the Constituent Assembly —to be held at Moscow—on the Social Revolutionary ticket. When the Constituent Assembly started to sit, Bol- shevism in Amur Province had reached a dangerous point. Alexiefsky did not wish to go to Moscow, but wished to stay in Blagoviestchensk to combat Bolshevism. The Bolsheviks, however, wishing to get rid of him, started propaganda among the people demanding that since he had been elected to the Constituent Assembly he proceed to Moscow and join it. The prop- aganda was successful, and he was forced to leave for Moscow in January, 1918. At the Constituent Assembly he urged unification of all forces, even junction with the Cossacks, to fight the Bolsheviks. His pleas were disregarded. When he started back to Blagoviestchensk he learned that the Amur Bolsheviks had organized and captured the city. Nevertheless, he kept on. When sixty miles from Blagoviest- chensk he was arrested by Bolsheviks, among whom were many of the men who only six months before had so overwhelm- ingly elected him as their leader. He was taken into the city as captives were taken into ancient Rome. The streets were lined with Red Guards, banners were flying, and the people were giving every indication of frantic joy at his capture. Why he wasn’t at once killed is a mys- tery. It may be accounted for by the fact that he had beenextremely popularthrough- out Amur Province, so that the Red Guard, having admired him of old, may have been reluctant to shoot him. Muchin himself may have feared to lose prestige by killing one who had been so universally esteemed. At any rate he was threatened with death repeatedly, especially when General Hor- vath, military commander of Eastern Siberia under the new Omsk Government, ap- pointed him Secretary of the Interior in his cabinet while he was still in jail. But he always eluded the death penalty; and finally, by repeatedly talking with the prison guards, he succeeded in so far wean- ing them from Bolshevism that they be- came his followers and allowed him to escape. In September, 1918, he crossed the Amur, rallied upward of three hundred refugees to his support, returned to Blago- viestchensk and whipped the Bolsheviks into submission, though his little band of supporters was overwhelmingly outnum- bered. Thus he again became governor of Amur Province. The overthrow of the Bolsheviks in Amur Province is a noteworthy éonfirmation of the views of all trained observers in Siberia. Lt. Col. David P. Barrows, chief Intelli- gence Officer of the American Expedition- ary Forces in Siberia, made the following statement to me: ‘* Men like the Bolsheviks, THE SATURDAY whose doctrines are a negation of all morale, cannot prevail against a much in- ferior minority who will hold together in pee of what they have, and who velieve —for military effectiveness at least in discipline, obedience and subordination to authority. Had Russia possessed such a class, even to the number of one million out of her one hundred and sixty millions, that one-hundred-and-sixtieth part could have defeated Bolshevism and held the nation together.” Lieutenant Colonel Rodzianko of the British Army, son of the Rodzianko who was the president of the Russian Duma, returned to Vladivostok from the Volga Front early in December, 1918. Immedi- ately after his return he talked with me about conditions on the Volga Front. Our information at that time tended to show that the Red Army on that front numbered in the vicinity of 140,000 men. “The Bol- sheviks,’”’ said Colonel Rodzianko, “‘are a joke. They are cowards; they are not organized; they are not trained; they are not disciplined; they are not armed. It would be an insult to ask a soldier to fight them. But it wouldn’t be an insult to ask a soldier to walk through them. Give me twenty thousand well-trained, well-organ- ized, well-armed fighting men—only twenty thousand men, less than an American di- vision sia. I would take them to Ekaterinburg, divide them and send ten thousand toward Petrograd and ten thousand toward Mos cow. I tell you that two weeks after they started from Ekaterinburg — only two weeks—those two forces would have walked through the entire Bolshevik Army, would have taken Petrograd and Moscow and would be holding them against all comers.” Colonel Rodzianko knew Russia and also knew the Russians, so that his opinion carries unusual weight. His views were upheld by Col. Edwin Landon of the Amer- ican Expeditionary Forces. Colonel Lan- don also investigated conditions on the Volga Front in the autumn of 1918 and returned to Vladivostok with the tidings that the Bolshevik Army from the stand- point of a soldier was a more scintillating jest than could be found in the Joke Book of the late lamented Joe Miller or in any of the after-dinner speeches of the Hon. Chauncey Depew. The Story of John Wolls That, however, was in the autumn of 1918. Since then the Bolshevik Army has grown larger and has become better or- ganized and trained. General Robert Paris, the French general who acted as adviser to the Czechoslovaks on the Volga Front, came back from Siberia on the same transport on which I traveled. He told me that when he left Omsk the Bolsheviks had sostrength- ened that in his opinion ten European divisions are now needed to clean them up in first-class fashion. But those ten di visions, he thought, could stand all the Bolsheviks in Russia on their heads and make them look even more like monkeys then they have always looked. There are people who will look cross-eyed at these statements and declare that there must be more organization and intelligence among the Bolshevik forces than I have indicated. But all the crossed eyes in the world cannot alter the views of our people in Siberia who have had a chance to view the super-boobishness of Bolshevism at first hand. Perhaps the following incident will help to convince carpers that Bolshevik armies have nothing above the neck but some species of bone or ivory: Toward the middle of December, 1918, a little man answering to the name of John D. Wolls was brought to American Head- quarters in Vladivostok by a military es- cort. An American officer in Harbin had examined his passport and his naturaliza- tion papers, and had taken violent excep- tion to them—first because he didn’t see how anybody could travel on a passport like the one Wolls possessed, and second because the naturalization papers had been tampered with, the date of naturalization having been erased. So the American of- ficer had shipped him in to headquarters under military escort. At American Headquarters Wolls ulti- mately reached Capt. Bayard Rives, who among other Intelligence duties had charge of passport control for all the Allies. Cap- tain Rives demanded his papers; and while Wolls was undoing several layers of gar- ments and fishing for them Captain Rives asked him how far he had come. 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THE SATURDAY of North Carolina | His spare- time record for June shows what happened. Carolina. Will Mr. Patterson make a name for him- self in college—and } after college? Will he!! THE CURTIS P 248 INDEPENDENCE. SQt $234.50 | For Spare Time Work in JUNE. MR.HATCHER PATTERSON, whose story Mr. Hatcher Patterson Or ppears in the margin at the left, is one of r spare time workers. IneJune, 1918, we iid him, in commissions and salaries, $234.50 is busy withother things ’ , | y 6 The Ladi Hlome ‘Journal and The Country | and can sell us only his spare time. Last G a} year powes just finish- He will earn more than that this month, be- ing High School but he i fully ninety per cent of his last year’s had his mind set on a , n ber iI ney ne ‘ . college career. 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He handed it to Captain Rives, who examined it carefully and then excused himself and repaired to the office of Colonel James Wilson, the chief surgeon of the Siberian Expeditionary Forces, to have his tongue ex- amined and his pulse noted. And considering the document which had got Wolls through the Bolshevik lines, Captain Rives could scarcely be blamed for wondering whether his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. This is the passport that Wolls produced: THIS PASSPORT No. 6 Joun D. WoLLs ta 1 week’s board at “Do Svidanya” Camp, ‘ SI Chas” beach, Upper Chateaug the Me | rica, and a seat near the fireplace t} } at little t ow about K a GOOD for ONE first-class coupé the Wagon-Lit from WHERESOEVER—YOUARSKI to MOSCOW pro ed you can get int t and he t against all comer Cate ate! ur i-Jit 4 und-l.yek i “KR Roumaniar tyle of GOOD for one first- passage by any and all I tean e tok daha I MOSCOW to LYON MOUNTAIN, N. Y. t routine for travellers having first been com- In case you are wrecked SPE ~~ NOTICE reme peril or dire distress of any nature on land or sea, you are hereby au thor ized and t wowere having uttered your regular pray er to offer Ip a prayer either to Allah, Buddha, Confucius, Krisehnu, Mohammed, Shinto, Vischnu, Zenda, Vesta, 7 r Brigham Young, or to all of them, or to any ' power or powers that have helped struggling ivers lands a-~down the ages, to the end that t may,—perchance,—tip up the koovschin of sal- tion and let a little drizzle down upon you. Any port in a simoon! Trans-Siberian Hymnals with , Don't Bury P.S. Bring your ong: “And WHEN I Die Me At All,” e tok dahlia. Opessa, Feb. 20, 1918. Howarp D. HADLEY Ochin Vissocki Korre ponde nt of the Ancient, Inter- national Legion of “Si Chassers.” NOTE:—NOT GOOD unless countersigned at Mos- a by Crawford Wheeler, Perwi Advoc ste and Exem- plifier of the shest-notsat-hour workday; Bayard H. Christy, Chief Prophet of the Worshippers of the Ris- the Rev. Jesse Halsey, Choroshi Com- and Bottle-Washer and Supreme Head Russia of the Sons of Labrador. This bilyet will not be honored by said Hadley aforesaid after Oct. 26, 1972. ing Sun and t ar, 00K MERGENCY COUPON! If all railways in Russia become blocked this one n | entitles you to hoof it across lots to either Si Cal- cutta, Singapore, Ceylon, Cape Town, Viadivost tok, Port Arthur, Archangel or Jerusalem, and authority is hereby granted to commandeer such horses, oxen, camels, elephants, ostriches and reindeer as may be req tired | Ain Urge to Move On People have an unpleasant habit of doubt- ing the authenticity of documents; so the fact in Wolls’ case had better be presented. | [haveeven seen statements that the famous Saratov Decree, nationalizing women and making them the common property of any Bolsheviks who wanted them, was a myth. I have the Saratov Decree in my note »book, | copied direct from the printed sheet whic h was pasted on the wall of a Saratov school. Captain Rives found that Wolls was | originally a native of Russian’Poland. He spoke very little English, and almost as * | little Russian. Captain Rives examined June 7,1919 him through Lieutenant Koslowski, an American officer who spoke Polish. His story held together perfectly, and he was given a clean bill of health by the Amer- icans. This action was later upheld by the Polish Committee in Vladivostok. Wolls seemed a harmless little man, quite dazed by the magnitude of the adventures through which he had passed. He became an American citizen after the outbreak of the European War. As the war went on he learned of the distressing state of affairs in Poland, and decided to go back for the purpose of salvaging some of the members of his family. He went back; but before arriving in Russia he was advised to erase from his American natu- ralization papers the date of his naturaliza- tion, on the ground that he would be forced into the Russian Army if he was known to have become an American citizen after the outbreak of the war. He did this, which accounts for the erasures on his papers. His journeyings in Russia were stale, flat and unprofitable; for practically all of Poland was in German hands. He finally reached Odessa and made friends with some American Y. M. C. A. men who were stationed there. Then the Bolsheviks drew near and began to give evidences of super- boobishness. Not being a native-born American, and consequently being some- what doubtful as to how the Bolsheviks would treat him, Wolls felt an urge to go far from the madding Bolshevik throng. The winds of the western sea or of the eastern sea or of any body of water that was safely located a reasonable distance from Bolshevism were calling him, and calling him loudly and persistently. A Changeable Name Unfortunately—or maybe fortunately, as things later turned out—he had posed now as an American citizen with his natu- ralized name of Wolls, and again as a Polish subject of Russia with his original name of Volez, depending on circumstances. Con- sequently he couldn’t get a proper American passport. But Americans are known to be resourceful and obliging; so in his extremity Wolls went to his American friends and tear- fully entreated them to give an exhibition of resourcefulness and obligingness for his benefit. The Americans nobly upheld the reputation of Americans, took a snapshot of Wolls, and pasted it on the fake pass- port, which they had struck off on a port- able printing press carried by them in their railway car for publicity purposes. They assured Wolls that it would get him by; and Wolls thanked them effusively and went away. He wanted to kiss them and was only deterred by force. Wolls told Cap- tain Rives that he was aware that the passport wasn’t regular or official; but he was totally ignorant of the absurd nature of its contents. From Odessa Wolls fared up to Petro- grad; and from Petrograd he set his face eastward, all the time flashing his passport on the Bolsheviks. He ran up against Bol- shevik line after Bolshevik line; and up- ward of a thousand wild-eyed Reds hurled vile Russian oaths at him and commanded him to show cause why he shouldn't be killed precipitately and with the utmost thoroughness. Sometimes they toyed lov- ingly with the hair triggers of their rifles, and sometimes they even poked him fa- miliarly with the points of their bayonets; and always Wolls would flirt perilously with death by producing his precious docu- ment authorizing him to proceed from W heresoever-Y ouarski to Lyon Mountain, New York, and in case of railroad troubles to hoof it across lots to Suez, Singapore, Vladivostok, Jerusalem or other places. The Bolsheviks, super-boobish ever, would carefully scrutinize the potent paper, gaze at it upside down and right side up, to say nothing of edgewise, and occasionally smell of it or apply their tongues tentatively to its surface, after which they would step three paces to the rear and present arms, while Wolls would pass onward in blissful ignorance of the things that were spread out before his eyes. It should be noted that Wolls’ passport is Number 6. This would indicate that five others just like it were passed out to five other unsuspecting wretches. What hap- pened, do you suppose, to the bearers of the five others? Aré they among those present? Or did one of the super-boobs have a flash of intelligence and look into the matter? The subject is intriguing to one with an imagination. (Continued on Page 173)

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(Continued from Page 170) America—and Europe, too, for that mat- ter—seems to be divided into two sets of persons:. those who believe that Bolshe- vism can be cured if the people of Russia are fed, and those who believe that it can be cured only by force of arms. Allowing that the lack of food has anything to do with Bolshevism—but I don’t allow it; I deny it, with the forefinger of my right hand pointing firmly to Amur Province then hunger is the cause of the disease of Bolshevism, and the Red Guard is the open manifestation of it. Ne disease can be effectively treated by attac king the causes and letting the cases run loose in the street. One must remove the causes and treat the cases too. The same holds good for Bolshe- vism. It does no good to treat the causes of Bolshevism by feeding or by any other method, so long as the Bolshevik Army is pe rmitted to Bolshiver unmolested. When the cause is attacked the Red Army must at the same time be given a swift, violent kick and driven into the middle of the Great Beyond with precision and dispatch. There are still other people who advocate letting Russia severely alone and allowing her to settle her own questions by herself in her own way. “How long,” I have been asked repeatedly, ‘‘ would it take for Russia to set herself in order if the Allies left her to her own devices?’’ That question is about as hard to answer as the old familiar one, “How long is a piece of string?’’ Nobody can prophesy how long it would take Rus- sia to get out of the gutter by her own ef- forts; but most people who have looked the ground over agree that it would take between fifty and one thousand years possibly nearer one thousand than fifty, and prebably not less than fifty. Along that line some interest attaches to the views of Alexandre Alexiefsky on how Russia might be regenerated. Briefiy they are as follows: To build up the Siberian provinces, and under the protection of the Allied troops build the provinces into states with efficient governments. These states would then recruit armies by draft, adopt- ing the idea of universal military service. With these armies a confederacy of Sibe- rian states would be formed, and a union would be formed with Allied forces for the purpose of fighting the Bolsheviks in Rus- sia. Gradually, as territory was taken from the Bolsheviks, similar governments would be established in the retaken districts. All would finally unite in an all-Russian Gov- ernment. Each local government and the final government would be republics. Each state as soon as formed would create its own army. By the time the all-Russian Government was formed there would be sufficient military forces to permit the Allies to withdraw. The Ravings of Bolshevism Alexiefsky estimated that this plan could be worked out in a minimum of five years, but that it would possibly take as long as ten years. He believed, however, that it was the only way in which Russia would be able to hold up her head among the nations of the world and at the same time safeguard herself from Japanese dom- ination. Another question that I have been asked repeatedly is: “‘What do the Bolsheviks want? What are they after?” That’s a difficult question to answer, because most of them want nothing but loot and drink and women and easy money, and those wants are only the inevitable oute roppings of the primary Bolshevik hankerings. But the Bolsheviks who are capable of conversing logically about Bolshevism talk somewhat as follows: “ All things that have happened in the past have happened as a result of an economic struggle between so- cial classes. No other variety of struggle is worth a tinker’s cuss. When labor and cap- ital get together and rip each other wide ope n—that’s great stuff. When the bour- geoisie and the proletariat go to the mat and stick their fingers into each other’s eyes and bite pieces out of each other’s ears you are seeing something that is really worth while. One can rightly display some interest in such a muss or can make some sacrifices for it; but for any other sort of fight, what’s the use of bothering? Any attempt to classify people in any sort of po- litical or economic group is a waste of time. Everyone is either labor or capital—pro- letariat or bourgeoisie. And only labor is productive. Capital produces nothing. Such things as patriotism and allegiance to a country are twaddle, bunkum and pifile. There is only one sort of loyalty, and that is the loyalty between men who have united to kick capitalism blithely into the discard.’ Such are the ravings of Bolshevism. That is why Lenine and Trotzky haven't the slightest compunction about bringing Russia down in a welter of blood and waste and destruction, so long as the glad word of Bolshevism can be infused into America, other countries of Europe and the rest of the world. The Bolsheviks start where the mod- erate socialists quit. Moderate socialists usually try to avoid wrecking the social system, and seek to better the condition of the people by giving the state or the com- munity larger property rights in street-car lines, gas and electric companies, water works, and similar enterprises on which all members of the community depend. They want the people to get the profits by hav- ing the charges of the industry reduced to cost or by having the profits given to some form of public service, such as schools. They are peaceful souls, are most moderate socialists, and go about things through legal means. They use peaceful propa- | ganda. Moderate socialists are not Bol- sheviks; and the Bolsheviks have about as much use for moderate socialists as a nerv- ous woman has for a rattlesnake. The Bol- sheviks say that the moderate socialists have gummed things up terribly by going before legislatures and saying “ Please”’ in a weak and whiny voice, THE SATURDAY when they should | have gone before legislatures with machine | guns and filled the legislators full of little round holes, just like a colander. No Place for Religion Of course there are more radical socialists, notably the French Syndicalists and the . W., who are practically Bolsheviks. The Syndicalists want to do away with government entire ly and turn things over to labor associations. All railroad opera- tors would take over and operate the rail- roads; all hotel workers would take over and operate the hotels; all mine workers would take over and operate the mines With society thus organized no higher con- trol would be needed. They aim to attain their ends by seizing property which has been wrecked for the owners by strikes and sabotage. The I. W. W., as is well known, bear the same relation to the Bolsheviks that the leek does to the onion: the odor is the same but the onion is a trifle larger. Lenine and his associates have a program which calls for an immediate socialization of everything, and for the seizure by the workingmen of all productive wealth. In- stead of a government in which all classes of people vote and obtain results according to their numbers, the Bolsheviks stand for a proletariat dictatorship. Only the pro- letariat can have a voice. Everybody but the workingman and the peasant gets a crack in the eye, and that’s about all he does get. All other classes of people are suppressed —sat on—-canned. They are canned by disfranchisement and they are canned by confiscation of property; they are canned by being knocked on the head with a large knobby club or by being punctured with a large impersonal bullet. They are canned in whatever way the canning is best and quickest. The ultimate reliance of the Bolsheviks is force and coercion. The ends which they wish toattain aresoimportant to hear them tell it—that every form of violence is justified. Everything unde rgoes re svolution under 3olshevism. Religion is dropped over- board, because the Bolsheviks claim that the capitalists could never have held their privileges so long had they not deceived the proletariat with re ligious beliefs. Under the Bolsheviks man is entirely freed from legal restraint. He is permitted to gratify his natural passions to the limit without even being spoken to sharply. And as for obedience! 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He is spending millions upon millions of dollars to-day to spread his false and dis- credited ideals—his super-boobish theo- ries—throughout the world; and those who uphold him or pretend to see good in his system, in which there is no trace of good, and those who advocate treating with him or compromising with him, are doing for nothing what the Bolsheviks are paying to have done Germany’s attitude toward the scrap of paper made the world refuse to treat with her in the ordinary way. The Bolsheviks have an episode to their discredit which is equally damning. Late in 1917 and early in 1918 forty thousand Czechs sought and obtained from the Bolsheviks permission to withdraw from Russia by way of Vladi- vostok, in order to join the Allies on the Western Front. Lenine and Trotzky gave the permission. “‘Go ahead,” said Lenine Jyotaky. “We guarantee you afe conduct So the Czechs entrained. When they were strung out across Russia whole them and ind Siberia the trains were stopped and Lenine and Trotzky demanded the sur- render of the Czechs’ arms, though they had previously agreed to allow the Czechs to retain them until they reached Vladi- vostok. However, the Czechs acceded to the demand. They were allowed to keep thirty rifles per train, and there were eighty trains. The trains resumed their journey. Then Lenine and Trotzky stopped them again, ordered that the Czechs be com- pletely disarmed, and also ordered that they be taken from the trains and interned. The Czechs, though greatly outnumbered ind almost without arms, fought to a stand- ill the Bolshevik treacherously sent ivainst them, and cut 7 eir way to freedom. But Lenine and Trotzky, the heads of Bol- fc yrces hevism, had guaranteed them safe con- duct. I repeat again, Bolshevism holds that there is no loyalty save that which binds together the workers for the overthrow of the capitalistic system. Who dares to treat with people like that? Those who talk of feeding Russia do not seem to realize that if the railroads are set again and the Red army is running EVENING POST crushed Russia is perfectly capable of feed- ing herself. Russia is unbelievably rich and fertile. Siberia has agricultural possibilities and actualities which throw those of the United States into the shade. Siberian farmers have two and three years’ supply of wheat in their cribs and granaries. Amer- icans in Siberia have nothing but contempt for schemes to feed Russia when such schemes amount only to the forcing of aid on the Bolsheviks. The Russian ardently desires to shake off political oppression, but he has no idea of what to substitute for it or of what free- dom is; he is politically incapable; he has known and knows no discipline save force; he is ignorant; he is unmoral; he is dirty, inert, unreliable and a grafter. 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“When you’re gone. Manhooset won’t seem the same place. But of course you'll soon be able to come back. I shan’t waste any time proposing.” “‘Leave me your address,” said Elmer, “and I’ll send you a wire when you can return. You won't be offended if I don’t ask you to be best man at the wedding? In the circumstances, it might be painful to you.” Peter sighed dreamily. “We'll have the sitting room done in blue. Her eyes are blue.” “Remember,” said Elmer, “there will always be a knife and fork for you at our little nest. Grace is not the woman to want me to drop my bachelor friends.” “Touching this match,” said “Strict Royal and Ancient rules, of course? “ Certainly.” “T mean to say—no offense, old man but no grounding niblicks in bunkers.” “Precisely. And, without hinting at anything personal, the ball shall be con- sidered holed out only when it is in the cup, not when it stops on the edge.” “Undoubtedly.. And— you know I don’t want to hurt your feelings—missing the globe counts as a stroke, not as a practice swing.” “Exactly. And—you'll forgive me if I mention it—a player whose ball has fallen in the rough may not pull up all the | yushe S and grass within ar: idius of three feet.’ Peter. ” “In fact, strict rules “Strict rules.’ They shook hands without more words, like two knights of King Arthur’s Round Table making an appointment to joust at the next tournament. And presently Peter walked out, and Elmer, with a guilty look over his shoulder, took down Sandy Mac- Bean’s great work from the bookshelf and began to study the photograph of the short approach shot, showing Mr. MacBean swinging from Point A, through dotted line B C, to Point D, his head the while remaining rigid at the spot marked with a cross. He felt a little guiltily that he had stolen a march on his friend, and that the contest was as good as over. I cannot recall a lovelier summer day than that on which the great Todd-Willard eighteen-hole match took place. It had ral ned during the night, and now the sun shone down from a clear blue sky onto turf that glistened more greenly than the young grass of early spring. Butterflies flitted to and fro; birds sang merrily. In short, all Nature smiled. And it is to be doubted if Nature ever had a better excuse for smiling; for matches like that between Elmer Todd and Peter Willard do not occur every day. Whether it was that love had keyed them up or whether hours of study of Braid’s Advanced Golf and the Badminton had produced a belated effect, I cannot say; but both started off quite reasonably well. Our first hole, as is a par four, and Elmer was dead on the pin in seven, leaving Peter, who had twice hit America with his mashie in mistake for the ball, a difficult putt for the half. Only one thing could happen when you left Peter a difficult putt, and Elmer advanced to the lake hole one up, trying to 300k you can see, Peter, as he followed, console himself with the thought that many of the best golfers prefer to lose the first hole and save themselves for a strong finish. Peter and Elmer had played over the lake hole so often that they had become accustomed to it, and had grown into the habit of sinking a ball or two as a prelimi- nary formality with much the same stoicism as that displayed by those kings in ancient and superstitious times who used to fling jewelry into the sea to propitiate it before they took a voyage. But to-day, by one of miracles without which golf would not be golf, each of them got over with his first shot, and not only over but dead on.the pin. Our pro himself could not have done better. I think it was at this point that the two men began to go to pieces. They were in an excited frame of mind, and this thing unmanned them. You will no doubt recall Keats’ peem about stout Cortes staring with eagle eyes at the Pacific, while all his men gazed at each other with a wild sur- mise, silent upon a peak in Darien. Pre- cisely so did Peter Willard and Elmer Todd stare with eagle eyes at the second hole lake, and gaze at each other with a wild surmise, silent upon a tee in Manhooset. They had dreamed of such a happening those Al WOMAN IS ONLY A WOMAN (Continued from Page 15) so often and wakened to find the vision false that at first they could not believe that the thing had actually occurred. They doubted their senses. To see themselves lying there dead made them wonder if they could be alive. “T got over!” awed voice. “So did I!” “Tn one!” “With my very first!” They walked in silence round the edge of the lake, and holed out. One putt was enough for each, and they halved the hole with a two. Peter’s previous record was eight, and Elmer had once done a seven. There are times when strong men lose their self-control and this was one of them. They reached the third tee in a daze, and it was here that mortification began to set in The third hole is another par four, up the hill and past the tree that serves as a direc- tion pole; the hole itself being out of sight. On his day Elmer had often done it in ten and Peter in nine, but now they were un- nerved. Elmer, who had the honor, shook visibly as he addressed his ball. Three times he swung and only connected with the ozone; the fourth time he pg yped badly. The disks had been set back a little w: ay, and Elmer had the mournful distinction of breaking a record for the course by playing his fifth shot from the tee. It was a low, whispered Elmer in an muttered Peter. raking brassey shot which carried a heap | of stones twenty feet to the right and finished in a furrow. Peter, meanwhile, had popped up a lofty ball which came to rest behind a stone. It was now that the rigid rules governing this contest began to take their toll. Had they been playing an ordinary friendly round, each would have teed up on some convenient hillock and probably been past the tree with their second, for Elmer would in ordinary circumstances have taken his drive back and regarded the strokes he had made as a little preliminary practice to get him into midseason form. But to-day it was war to the niblick, and neither man asked or expected quarter. Peter’s seventh shot dislodged the stone, leaving him a clear field, and Elmer with his eleventh extricated himself from the furrow. Fifty feet from the tree Elmer was eighteen, Peter twelve; but then the latter, as every golfer does at times, suddenly went right off his game. He hit the tree four times, then hooked into the sand traps to the left of the hole. Elmer, who had been playing a game that was steady without being brilliant, was on the green in twenty-six, Peter taking twenty-seven. Poor putting lost Elmer the hole. Peter was down in thirty-three, but the pace was too hot for Elmer. He missed a two-foot putt for the half, and they went to the fourth tee all square. The fourth is an elbow hole, curving along the road, on the other side of which are pic turesque woods. It presents no dif- ficulties to the expert, but it has pitfalls for the novice. The dashing player stands for a slice, while the more cautious are satisfied if they can clear the bunker that spans the fairway and lay their ball well out to the left, whence an iron shot will take them to the green. Peter and Elmer combined the two policies. Peter aimed to the left and got a slice, and Elmer, also aiming to the left, topped into the bunker. Peter, realiz ing from experience the futility of searching for his ball in the woods, drove a second, which also disappeared into the jungle, as did his third. By the time he had joined Elmer in the bunker he had played his sixth. It is the glorious uncertainty of golf that makes it the game it is. The fact that Elmer and Peter, lying side by side in the same bunker, had played respectively one and six shots might have induced an unthinking observer to fancy the chances of the former And, no doubt, had he not taken seven strokes to extricate himself from the pit, while his opponent by some act of God contrived to get out in two, Elmer's chances might have been extremely rosy. As it was, the two men staggered out onto the fairway again with a score of eight apiece. Once past the bunker and round the bend of the road, the hole becomes simple. A judicious use of the cleek put Peter on the green in | fourteen, while Elmer with a Braid iron reached it in twelve. Peter was down in seventeen, and Elmer contrived to halve. 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The eighth, always a tricky hole, they negoti- ated after the fashion of a couple of men rolling peanuts with toothpic ks to settle an election bet, Elmer, sinking a long putt with his twenty-third, just managing to halve. A dingdong race up the hill for the ninth found Elmer first at the pin, and they finished the first nine with Elmer one up. As they left the green Elmer looked a little fertivels at his companion. You might be strolling on to the tenth,” he said. “I want to get a few balls at the shop. And my mashie wants fixing up. I shan’t be long.” ‘I'll come with you,” said Peter ‘Don't bother,” said Elmer. ‘You go on and hold our place at the tee.” I regret to say that Elmer was lying. His mashie was in excellent repair and he still had a dozen balls in his bag, it being his prudent practice always to start out with eighteen. No! What he had said was mere subterfuge. He wanted to go to his locker and snatch a few minutes with Sandy Mac- Bean's How to Become a Scratch Man. He felt sure that one more glance at the photo- graph of Mr. MacBean driving would give him the mastery of the stroke and so enable him to win the match. In this I think he was a little sanguine. The difficulty about Sandy MacBean’s method of tuition was that he laid great stress on the fact that the ball should be directly in a line with a point exactly in the center of the back of the player’s neck; and so far Elmer’s efforts to keep his eye on the ball and on the back of his neck simultaneously had produced no satisfactory results. It seemed to Elmer, when he joined Peter on the tenth tee, that the latter’s manner was strange. He was pale. There was a curious look in his eye. “Elmer, old man,” he said. “Yes?” said Elmer. “While you were away I have been think- ing Elmer, old man, do you really love this girl?” Elmer stared. A spasm of pain twisted Peter's face *Suppose,”’ he said in a low voice, “she were not all you—we think she is.”’ “What do you mean?” Nothing, nothing.” ‘Miss Forrester is an angel.” “Ves, yes Quite so.” ‘I know what it is,”’ said Elmer passion ately. “You're trying to put me off my troke. You know that the least thing makes me lose my form.” “No! No!” “You hope that you can take my mind off the game and make me go to pieces, and then you'll win the match.” “On the contrary,” said Peter. “I in tend to default the match!” Elme r ree led. “What!” ‘I default.” Pee. s «ec. ae «3. ae hook with emotion. His voice quavered. ‘Ah!” he cried. “I see now! I under stand! You are doing this for me because lam your pal. Peter, thisis noble! This is the sort of thing you re ad about in books I’ve seen it in the movies But I can’t accept the You must “No. no!” I insist!” “Do you mean this? I give her up, Elme hope you will be happy ‘But I don’t know what to say. How in [| thank you?” Don't thank me.” “But, Peter, do you fully realize what you are doing? True, I am one up, but there are nine holes to go, and I am not right on my game to-day. You —— easily beat me. Have you forgotten thi I once took forty-seven at the dog-leg hol ” This may be one of my bad days. Do you inderstand that, if you insist on defaulting, | shall go to Miss Forrester propose to her?” ‘l understand.” And yet you stick to it that you are ough.” ‘Ido. And, by the way, there’s no need for you to wait till to-night. I saw Miss Forrester just now outside the tennis court. She's alone.” sacrifice.” gos r, old man. I—I to-night and thr THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Elmer turned crimson. Then I think perhaps eg “You'd better go to her at once.’ “T will.” Elmer extended his hand. P eter, old man, I shall never forget this. *That’s all right.’ “What are you going to do?” “Now, do you mean? Oh, I shall potter round the second nine. If you want me, you'll find me somewhere about.” “You'll come to the wedding, Peter?” Si aid Elmer wistfully “Of course,” said Peter. ‘Good luck!” He spoke chee *rily, but when the other had turned to go he stood looking after him. Then he sighed a heavy sigh. ” ’ “ ” Elmer approached Miss Forrester with a beating heart. She made a charming pic- ture as she stood there in the sunlight, one hand on her hip, the other swaying a tennis racket. ‘How do you do?” ‘How are you, Mr. bee n — golf?” said Elmer Todd? Have you " W ith Mr. Willard?” “Yes. We were having a match.” Golf,” said Grace Forrester, ‘‘seems to make men very rude. Mr. Willard left me without a word in the middle of our con- versation.” Elmer was astonished. “Were you talking to Peter?” “Yes, just now. I can’t understand what was the matter with him. He just turned on his heel and swung off.” “You oughtn’t to turn on your heel when you swing,” said Elmer; “only on the ball of the foot.”’ “T beg your pardon?” “Nothing, nothing. I wasn’t thinking. The fact is, I’ve something on my mind. So has Pete r. You mustn’t think too hardly of him. We have been playing an important match, and it must have got on his nerves. You didn’t happen by any chance to be wate hing us?” “No.’ “Ah! Then you didn’t see me at the lake hole. I wish you had seen me at the lake hole. I did it in one better than par.” “Was your father playing?” You don’t understand. I mean I did it in one better than even the finest player is supposed to do it. It’s a mashie shot, you know. You mustn't play it too light or you fall in the lake; and you mustn’t play it too hard, or you go past the hole into the woods. It requires the nicest delicacy and judgment—such as I gave it. You might have to wait a year before seeing anyone do it in two again. I doubt if the pro often does it in two. Now directly we came to this hole to-day I made up my mind that there was going to be no mistake. The great secret of any shot at golf is ease, elegance and the ability to relax. The majority of men, you will find, think it im- portant that their address should be good.” ‘How perfectly silly. This is a demo- cratic aniie What does it matter where a man lives?” “You don’t absolutely get me. I refer to the waggle and the stance before you make the stroke. Most players seem to fix in their minds the appearance of the angles which are presented by the position of the arms, legs and club shaft, and it is largely the desire to retain these angles which re- sults in their moving their heads and stiffen- ing their muscles so that there is no freedom in the swing. There is only one point which vitally affects the stroke, and the only rea- son why that should be kept constant is that you are enabled to see your ball clearly. That is the pivotal point marked at the base of the neck, and a line drawn from this point to the ball should be at right angles to the line of flight.’’ Elmer paused for a moment for air, and as he paused Miss Forrester spoke ‘This is all gibberish to me!” she said. “Gibberish!” gasped Elmer. “I am quoting verbatim from one of the best authorities on golf.” Miss Forrester swung her tennis racket irritably. “Golf,” she said, “bores me pallid. I think it is the silliest game ever invented!” The trouble about telling a story is that words are so feeble a means of depicting the supreme moments of life. That is where the artist has the advantage over the historian. Were I an artist, I should show Elmer at this point falling over backward with his feet together and his eyes shut, with a curved dotted line marking the progress of his flight and a few stars above his head to indicate moral collapse. There are June 7,1919 no words that can describe the sheer, black horror that froze the blood in his veins as this frightful speech smote his ears. He had never inquired into Miss For- rester’s religious views before, but he had always assumed that they were sound. And now here she was polluting the golden sum- mer air with the most hideous blasphemy It would be incorrect to say that Elmer's love was turned to hate. He did not hate Grace. The repulsion he felt was deeper than mere hate. What he felt was not alto- gether loathing and not wholly pity. It was a blend of the two. There was a tense silence. The listening world stood still. Then, without a word, Elmer Todd turned on his heel and tottered away. Peter was working moodily in the twelfth bunker when his friend arrived. He looked up with a start. Then, seeing that the other was alone, he came forward hesitat- ingly. ‘Am I to congratulate you? Elmer breathed a deep breath. “You are!” hesaid. “On anescape!” “She refused you?” “She didn’t get the chance! Old man, have you ever sent one right up the edge of that sand trap in front of the seventh and just not gone in?” “Very rarely. “TI did once. It was my second shot, from a good lie with the light iron, and I followed well through and thought I had gone just too far, and when I walked up there was my ball on the edge of the trap, nicely teed up on a chunk of grass, so that I was able to lay it dead with my mashie- niblick, holing out in six. Well, what I mean to say is, I feel now as I felt then—as if some unseen power had withheld me in time from some frightful disaster.” “I know just how you feel,” said Peter gravely. “Peter, old man, that girl said golf bored her pallid. She said she thought it was the silliest game ever invented.” He paused to mark the effect of his words. Peter merely smiled a faint, wan smile. “‘ You don’t seem revolted,” said Elmer. “T am revolted, but not surprised. You see, she said the same thing to me only a few minutes before.” “She did!” “Tt amounted to the same thing. I had just been telling her how I did the lake hole to-day in two, one under par, and she said that in her opinion golf was a game for children with water on the brain who weren't athletic enough to play mumblepeg.” The two men shivered in sympathy. “‘There must be insanity in the family,” said Elmer at last “That,”’ said Peter, explanation.” “We were fortunate time.” “We were!” “We mustn't runa risk like that again.’ * Never again!’ “TI think we had better take up golf really seriously. It will keep us out of mischief.” “You're quite right. We ought to do our four rounds a day regularly.” “In spring, summer and autumn. And in winter it would be rash not to practice most of the day one of those indoor schools,” “We ought to be safe that way.” “Peter, old man,” said Elmer, “I’ve been meaning to speak to you about it for some time. I’ve got Sandy MacBean’s new book, and I think you ought to read it.” “Elmer!” “Peter!” Silently the two men clasped hands. Elmer Todd and Peter Willard were them- selves again. 9” ” “is the charitable ~ o find it out in And so—said the Oldest Member—we come back to our original starting point to wit, that though there is nothing to be said definitely against love, your golfer should be extremely careful how he indulges in it. It may improve his game or it may not. But if he finds that there is any danger that it may not— if the object of his affections is not the kind of girl who will listen to him with cheerful sympathy through the long evenings while he tells her, illustrating stance and grip and swing with the kitchen poker, each detail of the day’s round, then, I say unhesitatingly, he had better leave it alone. Love has had a lot of press- agenting from the oldest times; but there are higher, nobler things than love. A woman is only a woman, but a hefty drive is a slosh. »

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