The Saturday Evening Post 1920-05-29: Vol 192 Iss 48

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THE SATURDAY wVaNE a re > LE Tr — —— SS —w . Charles Brackett—HKenneth L. Roberts—F. Scott Fitzgerald —Sinclair Lewis George Pattullo— Elizabeth Frazer—Ferdinand Reyher—Maryse Rutledge

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— Treating Fence Posts WOOD THE SATURDAY EVENING POST PRESERVATION A timely talk of interest to all users of structural wood VERY form of business depends iy more or less upon lumber. No other material lends itself to so many uses. The beauty and comfort of our homes, the very existence of our railroads, the economical handling of manufactured goods, the benefits of a free press—the entire prosperity of the nation, in fact, is built up on a plentiful supply of this most necessary material. Our Vanishing Forests Within a century, our forests have been reduced from 850,000,000 acres to 150,000,000. lumber at a greater rate than ever be- fore. Replanting is a matter of years, while our vital need is to protect our We are consuming present supply. Covservation and pre- servation must join hands— you must do your share by preserving from de- cay every stick of lumber that you use. Carbosota is a wood preservative that every lumber buyer, large or small, can employ with profit. Its application is simple, and it has the effect of greatly prolonging the life of wood at a cost far below that of re- placing it after it has decayed. »5 JO%) ] Reprinted from Lumber World Review, Mar ‘A Valuable Opinion on ‘Forest Devastation’ from Henry S. Graves, Former Forester We recently received a letter tim but ett nt use of land to from Henry Solon Graves, now grow timber and efficient use of the ex-forester of the United States mber itselt the true way out The first step is to call a halt Forest Service, Department of the present devastation of timber Agric ulture, Washington, D. ies which we consider altogether growing land. We are lett the most substantial statement use and ruin go hand tn hand Mr. Graves has ever made on ‘Tl am ur ring that all the the subject of forest devastation. terests concerned join in a drive Here it ts: not to stop the use of timber but “We must take our choice be to stop wast tween stopping forest devastation Th mservation of timber and lessening prosperity. Do we want to xtending its life in use ts true forest cor sink to the condition of the Furopean countries, where scarcity and high cost of wood handicap industry and human rvation. We must do everything that science and tngenuity Can devise to increase the usefulness and prolong the life of wood fort? We must decide now E aes hnauilir-ia: aneeedl with avene sound “Timber must not become an imported — effort that is being made to extend the luxury in the United States. We must apply longevity of timber in various industrial the American spirit of development in stimu uses The conservation of timber latingproduction—butattherightpoint. We through better methods of using it completes must neither lock up our forest resources nor butcher them, but make the most of them. Not restrictions on the use of Editor the whole scheme of forest conservation ing poles is staggering. Butt-treat ment of Cedar and Chestnut Poles with Carbosota is insurance against premature decay. To realize the full benefit from creosoted poles it is like wise necessary to increase the life ot The Farmer and County Agent The rise in lumber prices has hit the farmer as well as every other user If he buys lumber it costs nearly double what it did. If he cuts his lum- ber from the wood-lot, the increased value of his own or hired labor has boosted the cost until it is just as essential for him to prolong the lite ot his own lumber as for any other user of wood. cross-arms by preservative treatment with Carbosota. This treatment simple and it is an expensive practice to neglect it. Our nearest office will be pleased to send you upon request Folder No. 406, about carbosoting poles by the non-pressure treatments Usually the county agricultural agent will gladly show the farmer how to save money by wood preservation. How to Use Carbosota Carbosota 1 isily appli i by th lumber user. The employment of Sut PUBLISHED BY US EVERY FEW WEEKS IN THE SATURDAY EVENING POST lumber. For larger work, where suit able equipment 1s obtainable, the Open Tank process, which consists in the immersion of the lumber tn hot and cold baths of ¢ arbosota, 1s iturally more effective, although mot ) tly Decayed piling and sheathing on fresh water lake Summer Resorts Summer property, at the thousands of interior lake resorts as well as sea shore pla requires constderabl alteration and repairs yearly, becaus of the rotting of boat houses, landings and piers, piling in fresh water, post pe rgolas, shingles, etc. 4 can of Carbosota and a brush should always be on hand, and every piece of wood used for the painted thoroughly several times be fore putting In place. It will save ts PUPrpPose many a dollar and much troubk Carbosota-stained cottages — parti ularly roug are made attrac. tive at a third of the cost of painting ! ling All wood should t easoned betor I} t to effect pr Vatior UU the moisture and ip For Poles and Cross-Arms face treatments — namely, painting, Our annual bill for renewal of ce spraying or dipping—results in consid More cayed telephone, telegraph and light erably increasing the lifetime of the Information Decayed flooring, side and intermediate Your lumber de sills of freight car. i 7 be ( sar Pre Carbosota in the Mine Pomistgon rele On the Railroad Carbosota has numberle ses In ar he Ip you wet miei . ‘ ae around mining f{ pert Surface Information about The nation-wide freight car short Qeen Tank trent AEE ES Low to creasote lames age is largely caused by the enormous head frames, shaft houses, tippk be obtained from number of wood cars laid up for re breakers and other above-ground struc yur state agricultural > ot . ‘ yunt gento pairs to floors, roofs and sills. Pre- tures prevents decay and makes then thel.S Det ibe. er om servative treatment with Carbosota last far longer. The value of carbosoted scdinultsinn: Miriielineas é would greatly reduce such shortage by mber below ground ' our nearesz office ~ t 4 "EC " ed. Timber vere reated with Car “a ; , ont To left, untreated increasing the hfe of the lumber. ' oe Son Se Oe ae ae : - . , . i wOsOta resi , ind fungous growt plete instruction ING” ecreosoted cottonwood ailroads can readily reap the benefit ; Ra Iro ds *s F } I . eae * : Mine timbers not creosoted. ‘‘Squeeze’’— because Carbosota ibsolute death to technical service free, fence posts after 9\; of this economical method of securing cechnntent tata dante desk. ede a aes iso our bulletin“ Long 28478" service increased car mileage. Courtesy of U.S. Forest Service-J : Life for Wood.” Collese. 4 ons What is Carbosota? 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Published Weekly T, U. 5 4 George Horace Lorimer EDITOR : The Curtis Publishing Churchill Williams, F. S. Bigelow, A.W. Neall, Arthur McKeogh. Company E. Dinsmore, Cyrus H. HK. Curtis, President : C. H. Ludington, Vice-President and Treasurer Associate Editors P. S. Collins, General Business Manager ne ean Entered as Second-Class Matter, November 15 Walter D. Fuller, Secretary wilh Boyd, Advertis Director —— atin ast lg SR 1579, at the Post Office ot Philedeiphia Under the Act of March 3, 1879 Independence Square, Philadelphia Founded APD! 1728 by Benj. Franklin London: ©, Henrietta Street Covent Garden, W. C Entered as Second-Cless Matter at the Post-Office Department, Ottawe, Canada Copyright, 1920, by the Curtis Publishing Company in the United States and Great Britain Ratan ae Volume 192 iS... Number 48 10c. in Canada i. ae PHILADELPHIA, MAY 29, 1920 The Treasury Building at Washington, D. C., During One of the Liberty-Loan Drives LONG about the first of April I was a “A billion or two might hav rolled off going down to Washington tore § JB George Kibbe Turmer 3 en ee eran about cleaning up a little claim our VY & maybe,’ iid, trying what I could to keep had at the War Department. him from blowing up, ‘‘and been forgotten.” I’d come back from the diner, and I sat there smoking in the buffet car beside a short fat man I'd never seen before, who was reading a newspaper “Did you see about a week ago,”’ he asked me, laying it down all of a sudden and a statement in the papers where one of the big Republican leaders to a three or he went on as if I hadr Sut it Was no use “They take these fellows that never handled twenty thousand dollar of their own in their life—and they turn them loose down there he put in. ‘Playing in among the billion ‘*And what do we get?” he went on que es! Th looking up at me answering himself Socialism said that the United States Government was going to run in deficit at the close of the government year?” it Congres Inflation by government printing pres hat you are getting all over the you want to know! That’s what you from Petrograd to Washingtor fy four billion dollar You might have thought to look at him that he thought I was respon ible for it. world to-day You know how these little fat ones are sometimes. He looked like an excited marble are suffering from to-day, in your business and mine—all commercial civilization—1r “I did— yes,” I said, recalling it. Europe and this country. Inflation by government printing presse Universal wind ‘ Just from the operations of this current government year ending next June thirtieth . on the stomach. That’s what ails business to-day—trying to digest these debts and \ he asked, still glaring bonds and tax bills that are being pumped into us by the Government. Where's it ‘Yes, sir.” going to end?” |. then,” he said, raising the paper again, “how do you account for this?”’ “TI wish I knew,” I said, “in my own business And he read me this statement, saying that the Treasury Department had reduced the “It'll end, in my opinion,” he said—“in my opinion it'll end in a case of universal government debt seven hundred million odd dollars in the last nine months. ‘ What business colic in the next two years. Two years!" he said. “‘Just about two years, I give do vou make out of that?” he wanted to know. it, before we all blow up together. You'll see!’’ he shouted, glaring at me still, as if he “You'll never learn from me,” I told him. thought I'd done it. ‘‘ You'll see it—just as sure as your name | “In one breath they tell us we’ve got a deficit you could drop two United States ‘Burnham,”’ I said Steel Corporations stor ks, bonds and all—into, and never see them again. And the “Burnham, then!” he said, and stopped and started reading again a idenly as he had started talking. I was glad he did, before he loosened a rivet or two himself te t? r next breath they come out and tell us they’re not only paying their current bills but they are paying off their debt at the rate of a billion a year. How do you account for it?” So that next day I was over on Pennsylvania Avenue and I happened “There’s only one way I can see,” I told him, “offhand. There must be a five- of young Jim Taylor, who is down there in Washington for one of the New Yor} papers. ‘Now here,”’ I said to myself, “there's somebody who w government-deficit mystery that fat man was putting up to me i He'll know!” ll know about that billion-dollar liar down there on one side or the other.’ he train. I'll just é ‘My opinion is,” he said, getting redder and rounder every minute they’ve got so used to juggling billions down there that they can’t keep track of them a : any longer within five or ten “my opinion 1s stop in here and get him to straighten me out

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ou come vernment’ it away at i , over and above tatement from the Trea ‘re putting out that,”” he now,” I said to e different fel } > Vhat do you say! aid. “ Well Too Busy for Details Burr Heisa But | hell he put on since he went to Washing W'! LL, now, I tell you, Mr. ham uli immy Taylor. ce obliging boy and always was eouldr t quite get u ed to him in those yvlasse ton. “Now, I'll tell you; we're pretty busy down here in And there's like that we can’t go into, They’re que I might pill you a line of talk. But fact is I just plain don't val ” the newspaper game, down herein Washingtor lots of question ‘ for specialist that isn’t what you want The o bu w ‘I see, I said know. I'm own gene [thoughtn ay be idering how cons much talk there about { the and the nt debt taxe povernme and where we're t ill going to get up rette great b v i subject for May 29,1920 “Well, I think maybe I will,” I said, making up my d right “If I can’t get any help out of the newspapers.” “Figures and all that, I suppose?”’ he there. asked. tight down to brass tacks,”’ I told him. “Well, then, I think I know just the man for you to see here in the Treasury.” “IT thought probably that would be the place,” I said after him—‘‘over in the Treasury!” “Yep,” he answered. ‘“That’s place. And I'll telephone this man. “He says he'll see you to-morrow morn- over the ing,” he told me, putting back the tele- phone receiver; ‘‘and be glad to. At ten He’s just the man for you for figures. He's not one of the big heads, you understand, but a fellow they all rely on in the accounting end. That’s what you want, as I understand you—a shark on the figures.” o’cl wk, The Book of Billions sa HAT’S it,” I said. “I’ve got a kind of sneaking desire to find out what’s going to happen to us in the United States the next two or three years. Whether we're laying up money to reduce taxes, or whether in a month or two we're all going to fall off into a bole in the United States Treasury bigger than the sea.” “T understand,” said Jimmy Taylor. “Well, he’s just your man. And you'll find him a nice agreeable fellow in the bargain.” ‘Just the man!” “Now, in the Taylor, getting up and going across the room, “if you really want to get down and see how the Government does business and I said. neanwhile,”” went on spends its money, here’s something you can mull over to-night in the hotel instead of sitting round your room or the lobby smoking too much.” So then he came back across the room, bringing this book over from a pile of other One of the Monster Vauits in a Big Bank more apt to find our specialist in finance in the home office. We're all tied up down here in the big routine work.” “I get you,” I said. “But if you really want to go into this, yourself—this way the Government runs its business—if you want to do that P stuff, like they have in those newspaper offices, dusting it off, where it had been lying there. ” he told me, handing me over this book **here’s the foun- “Now, here, in paper covers about the size of a house dation of it all; what your government finances are based on, the place they start in making up their appropria- tions. Here’s the book of estimates, if you're strong enough to carry it off with you without a wheelbarrow! “T’ll try it,” I I ll said. ‘And if break down I call a taxi.” “Only about hundred pages, the size of an old-fashioned geography. You can go home now,” he said, “‘and tell the folks where the paper famine comes from.” “Quite a book,” I said. **Some- body must have got a headache making that up.” ‘T should think he answered **But I never did. I never read it in my life. I know that.” ‘“‘Now is there anything else I can do for you?” asked Jim Taylor. He’s a nice good- natured boy; a nice obliging fel- low only I couldn’t seem to get used to those big round shell he’d put on since he went to Washington. eleven glasses The Treasury Annex (Continued on Page 60

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “The birth rate. It seems things are in a very grave state. No nice people are having children By Charles Brackett sms _ Nonnice people are having children present in the pile for his payment, so she dropped into her morning room to extract it before ILLUSTRATED BY MAY WILSON PRESTON was, but | hope it was delicate. I couldn't going downstairs to give Joan Pennoyer tea. hear. There was a tremendous crowd, Gwen’s morning room was the brains of an emo- and those before cried forward, and tional house. Its unadorned efficiency always those behind cried back, and everyone made her feel brisk and capable. rattled programs and sneezed and whis She wrote a check for the bill, generously un- pered and Marian got im conscious it was an overdraft her husband would passioned and tore off her have to make good with the unfailing humor which characterized his absolutions of her mathematics, typed an envelope and sank the machine in its well before she noticed two pieces of carbon paper in the unanswered-letter basket. As she took 5 q i tri. Se upset me. I decided to them to put them back in their case they sepa- 7 , : ae) , : make everyone I know rated. They had evidently been thrust in the : } get married. Why don’t typewriter as one sheet, for the dull side of one you, Joan?” preserved a perfectly legible T OCCURRED to Gwen Applegate that she had left the bill for her husband’s birthday hat and became perfectly inarticulate, so all I really oN got were the statistics, which came first, but they \ , Gwen thought she had letter. ab ’ worked to that query Gwen Applegate knew that : : rather adroitly. Joan Pennoyer was the only . — at ' “No one has urged person who had access to f , : me,’’ Joan answered that room, and one glance at the salu- tation confirmed the deduction of her authorship. Gwen, nevertheless, per formed a sleight of : * : logic with the fact ; . - « ~~ “ ~ polite to retort to the that it was really 3 i ———, rm . : uw , 0 ¥ kettle. Heaven know her carbon paper =" ~ ‘ ‘ ae oh: Sim and I have wanted “ , f children, only the Lord didn't arrange things that way. When we were first married we planned on twins—Simon and fr : . .. ‘ Mf . 4 ' without an indication 1A} y aS : Hi . , . : that she knew she . ' couldn’t be believed “That’s nonsense,”’ Gwen informed her “And you needn't look at me like the pot being too and read it through. It ran: Dear Aunt Ellen: I’m typing this and keeping a copy so that you won't be it Say Joan looked dow ‘ yo ‘A quarrel,”’ she answered. “ Hard luck, Mayle it’s just Aunt Ellen, though. She would be hopping if I should marry ‘IT wonder if your Aunt Ellen is the reason you's kept so aloof from’ men,"’ Gwen said. “ would write a disagreeable codicil if you policy of single blessedness. She's an awful oul, though. I shouldn’t wait if I were 4 ‘How horrid you make me sound, dously that speech would annoy her. 5! daily that she expects to die before nightfall versation with Aunt Ellen I always feel tha thing but black is the rankest impruden “Your Aunt Ellen began dying a remember,”” Gwen answered ‘A gre as soon as they find out they're not apt to get a sex we demand a climax in immedi: count on it “You know I don’t want her to die self. “I'd feel horribly if she did. Sh old creature. You have only to puppy all night to realize that my eyes at the sight of her tenderr “Those t resome dog '’’ was Gy she still raise them?’

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Your Sympathy's Very Beautiful,"' He Said, ‘But There's No Need for it Yet, Oid Dear. Thev're he ‘ Jou nswered ‘I admit she does have a spa f | mention a man, and that may have had omething to do with my aloofness, as you call it Life too short for that sort of quarreling. But if it has it’ because there’s never been anybody worth quarreling for. I should let her stand in the way of any real adventure of the heart.’ ‘l believe oure a idealist,"” Gwen said. And since ashamed of the fact that she herself was in- curably romantic he added llow amu ing! , “LT hope I won't shock you by admitting it.”’ Joan replied. “Well, do you like Jerry and Alex?” *“T like Jerry.”’ “So does Sim. Why do all really nice people pick out , , } dependable to ‘I don't t nk Jerry's dull, if that’s what you mean,” Joan protested Hle’s quiet, but he's tremendously com- panienable.” “He has what I should call a mug,” Gwen remarked. “Now don’t bridle, Joar I mean by a mug one of those tweed faces that look as though they were meant for hard weather.”’ ; Like a scornful Assyrian,”” Joan suggested. Now Ales Giwen pursued, “isn’t in the least like hat. He never looks tanned except after Palm Beach, whet u ‘ expensive I'o me he's like a mag ent cu paniel. L always want to scratch his head ind give him a | f cake,” ‘So ma people do,” was Joan’s comment—‘“ and have.” She was glad it was growing dusky and that Gwen for- bade the intru 1 of lamps in the library until it was quite black. Gwen probably couldn't see her expression. ‘How discouraging of you!”’ Gwen complained. ‘You know Jerry never looks at a girl. I just asked him to fill in.” For some reason that denial of Je rry Duane’s susee pti- bility produced a pleasant warmth round Joan’s heart. He has an awfully violent temper,” she stated, as though that were a refutation of anything that could be spoken against a n Gwen demanded. “LT happened to see him perfectly furious at Bar Harbor in August. He Haywards’ like a nice big boy trying to get over it.” What was he How do you know?” tamped up and down those cloisters at the about? angry ’ cy *." . } , : wags BHP NPY 1g | They're Not Married, You Know" _ ».& “IT don’t know,” Joan said, and rose. There was nothing particularly secret about her suspicion as to the cause, but it was a shy, beloved thought that made off irretrievably at the hint of pursuit had been told that Jerry had been enraged be- Parker boy kept cutting in he was with her with adolescent persistence worthy of a better She therefore accepted her reticence for what it was worth. “Why are you getting up?”’ she asked. “It’s not time to dress quite yet.” “I'm in the middle of a chapter. I think I'll finish it “Sim here for dinner?” Gwen cause the on Joan whenever dancer in my tub,”” Joan explained. “He gets in on the seven o’clock. Look your prettiest. Poor Simmy can’t hear much, and I do like to have his »yes pleased as much as I can.” “Silver dress?” Simmy doesn’t count, and that ” “Let's do tea gowns. Empire one is the loveliest thing you have “Tsn’t it?” ‘And wasn’t peach to give it to me?” She was nicely unconscious of the fact that it had made lanky Fan Hollis look like a restive lighthouse. She crossed the room in which the fire and the pale Joan agreed. Fan Hollis a squares of the windows were the only spaces of light. Gwen contained her curiosity until she had almost reached the door. It then became too strong for her. “Joan,” “why did you jump when I said Alex Iredell was coming?” “Did 1?” Joan answered. walking across my grave.” She went on her way. Gwen scented mystery; it was to her what the smell of fox is to a beagle. she called, “Someone must have been a ‘WEN was the daughter of one famous trial lawyer and the granddaughter of another. It was the ancestry for a gossip. She had a lawyer's curiosity and a lawyer’s relent- lessness in pursuit of its promptings. Her brain was equipped with that lawyer's sense which recognizes the true from the false trail, and which when seriously at work is not to be tricked by cross tracks, however alluring. Her weak- ness lay in the fact that this curiosity was apt to run a tragic circle, its very power warning her quarry and inspiring superhuman efforts of evasion. It caught up the scent of the Alex mystery quite by chance at dinner that same night. SATURDAY EVENING POST May 29,1920 Gwen for the next few days looked back upon that dinner as her last calm meal, but asshe philosophized, if one was going to be a matchmaker one had to take the hazards of the business, and if no excitement ever happened there would be nothing to talk about. “Two pretty women,” Sim Applegate classified Gwen and Joan as he led them to the dining room. It was a conservative remark. Gwen’s features defied geometry. There was nothing in her brief nose, her eyes that tilted up at their outer corners and her cindered blond hair to equal the sum of her attractive- ness, an attractiveness which prettier women prestige. As for Joan, her beauty was not one Gwen’s extinguished. She had flame-colored hair, a skin like white coral and a red mouth, precise and pretty as an eighteenth-century epigram. The high Venetian dining room they en- tered, with its massive glooms, its candle flames, its thin tints of colored daffodil brocade, emphasized the slender bril- liance of both, and brought out a fine quality in Sim’s high forehead and black brows. Chambers, the butler, adjusted Gwen’s chair. Sim seated Joan. ‘Anything happened?” Sim asked. “Old Mr. Warren died Wednesday,’’ Gwen said brightly in the shrill tone he heard best. “What of?’ Sim queried. “Income taxes, I guess. I sent a big wreath. I knew that the idea of putting so much money in flowers would revive him if any- thingcould. That’s about all that’s enlivened the week. Joan and I walked to town yesterday and saw such a crowd gathered we thought the people had risen. I was far too well dressed and began eating an aigrette on my hat, but it turned out they’d just col- lected round a petticoat some girl had lost.” “Pretty exciting for Joan,”’ Sim said. “*Mrs. Ham Pearce called yet?” ““No,”” Gwen replied. sorry I let you bully me into calling. larly like being snubbed.” “Do you mean to you Ham Pearce and she didn’t come running?” asked. Nothing could have been farther from the social probabilities. “That's what Gwen's talking got her,”’ Sim announced. “How did it?’’ Joan queried. Sim started to say something he evidently intended to enjoy, but Gwen put her hand on his arm. ‘Let me tell it,”’ she shouted. Then to Joan: “ You knew she was in the chorus before Ham married her, didn’t you?” ‘I’ve heard she was on the stage,”’ Joan admitted, with a smile for Gwen's black construction. ““Well, I nicknamed her the Golden Crook,’’ Gwen ex- plained a little guiltily; ‘‘and after I called I told Nell Rogers that she came into the drawing-room in blue tights, carrying aspear. You know she does give that sort of an impression. Nell was nasty enough to repeat it.” Joan laughed. “‘I don’t think it very extraordinary that she didn’t call,” she admitted. “Now you know Gwen ought not to have said that,” Sim appealed to her. ‘“‘She’s a damned pretty woman.” “Do you think so?”’ Gwen asked. ‘‘ To me she looks like a very sleek animal with just a speck of blood at the corners of its mouth. As though she’d been dangerous before being satisfied.” Sim had been studying his wife during that speech. “You talk too much, Gwen,” he remarked, as though she would be interested in the result of his cogitations. “That's the trouble with you—talk, talk, talk. Not that you're catty. I wouldn’t have married a catty woman, but when you think of something you think is funny you have to say it or bust.” It was the one point on which Gwen was sensitive. “Maybe you think I’m catty about your Mrs. Ham,” she said, as though refuting his generalization by defense of that particular remark, ‘but I think she’s horrid.” “‘T must admit I think so too,”’ Joan agreed. “How do you happen to know her?’’ Gwen asked. “T was on that Acheson house party,” Joan explained. Sim had to be informed of this reénforcement. “Joan thinks so too,’’ she shouted at him, ‘“‘and she was or that awful Acheson house parcy, where they say your Mrs. Ham Pearce got drunk—not just tipsy after a cock- tail. They say she was sick.” Her voice took the word in a crescendo of condemnation. “Y’oughtn’t to hold her capacity against her, Gwen,” Sim suggested. “TI didn’t see that, if it happened,”’ Joan cleared herself of concurrence, “but I left as soon as 1 could after I dis- covered what it was going to be. I should never go to Nora Acheson's again.” That was the kind of remark which intrigued Gwen most. “What was it like?” she demanded. ‘I can’t imagine why I never asked you before.” cost glass on or Then after a moment: “I’m I don’t particu- M rs. Joan called on say

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST She had—with very little success. Joan was glad she'd P forgotten. Hat- ‘It was all cocktails and bathing parties and people pretending their motors had broken aown. ‘It might have been written by Fred and Fann on,”” Joan answered. I felt as cheap and as vulgar as chewing gum. Don’t ask me about it.” Gwen chose to regard that request as rhetorical. “Who was there?”’ she questioned. “Oh, the Achesons and the Pearces and some people named Haight and Trix Doubleday and George James, the actor—you know, the one who played i Surely she hadn't given a hint, but Gwen's instinct was sniffing the air. ““Who was your man?”’ Gwen asked. ‘Alex Iredell,”’ Joan answered, elaborately casual. ‘‘ He was very nice about it too.’ ““Why weren’t you going to mention him?’’ Gwen fol- lowed up, looking like her relentless old grandfather. ‘I just didn’t think about it.” Gwen obcerved meditatively, “if living with your Aunt Ellen hasn't made you just a little sly?” “Maybe it has,”’ Joan answered with a sorry face. “It’s a horrid trait. Aunt Ellen wouldn’t be any excuse.” It made Gwen realize she’d been impolite. “Joan, darling,” she said, “I beg your pardon. I hadn’t any business to ask. It’s not because I’m curious that I did. I just have a passion for personalia. ‘I could die with pleasure to-morrow if I felt sure that when I got to heaven the book of judgment would be open and all the things I’m interested in would be ‘I wonder,” to everyone cleared up Joan said, “‘ Don’t be absurd, Gwen. My feelings aren’t hurt,”’ and nothing further on the subject. When they had gone upstairs Gwen consulted her hus- band “Have you heard anything about Alex Iredell?” asked. “Anything awful, I mean?” sim she hook his head “Not a word,” he answered. Why?” ‘*Well he must have done something party, I think caught with the cofiee spoons in his pocket *‘Haven’t heard him men- tioned at that Acheson you'd think I’m She ouse From the way Joan acts he’d beer ifraid he evidently can’t stand him.” was just the w rong person for me to ask. yroblem and began untying his necktie. Sim gave up her hin the matter that I thinking appointed in Gwen on over decided she was dis Joan. ‘I was awfully nice to her about that Ache- party,” asseverated. ‘“‘I didn’t son house she pry a bit, and it alm killed me. I do think she might have told of her own a *t you?”’ “She cord, don might as well,’’ Sim said. somehow.” mi APPLEGATE is in her morning Iredell,’’ Chambers informed Alex as he unstrapped his pigskin luggage the next afternoon. ‘She asks that you It is across room, Mr come there when you are ready to go down. the hall, the second door on the right.” That didn’t interest Alex. ““Where’s Miss Pennoyer?”’ he asked. “T believe Miss Pennoyer is in her room preparing for a motor ride.” “Is there a decent florist in town?” “There’s a gentleman named Fitzgerald who has given Mrs. Applegate satisfaction,’’ Chambers vouchsafed. “TI want you to order some flowers—a corsage of pink bouvardia. Can you get that straight?” “T think so, sir,”” said Chambers, outraged that anyone should question his accuracy. “‘Anything else, sir? Thank you, Mr. Iredell.” Alex changed his traveling clothes for knickerbockers and went downstairs, passing the door of Gwen’s morning room with particular caution. He installed himself with a magazine at the foot of the stairs to wait for Joan. It was an even chance that she would descend before Gwen. She did. He heard her steps on the stair a few minutes later, but didn’t look up until they paused tentatively as though considering retreat. Hello, Joan,” he said with the casual note she accepted most readily. “‘ Didn’t you see me?” ‘Not in time evidently,”’ she responded, and stood poised on the step, slim and desirable. “What's the matter with you, Joan?” he asked. come with the sole purpose of finding out “Meaning, why don’t I answer your letter use telling you. You’d never believe it “What is it?” “You bore me.” She turned ‘Don’t go,”” he ‘I must. I don’t see the car out Gwen about it. Duane o' clo He had ? There ‘sno said ide and I've gott I’m running down to Hillsdale Gwen telegraphed both of you York and get off Jerry k from New some scenery. twelve t, vt Air m4 a Yan, J ~ . ‘You'll get it out of her appe al , but I’n glad, becauwe it ‘t some explanation from vives ou be rignt I’ve got awas to start down with you.” The chauffeur’s ill and I’m roads “You hate me, don’t “Not a bit,” could think of ‘Yes, you do,”’ he a you, aid Joan as the most irritating re insisted, “for some absurd feminir 4 B sign, but I don’t hating me when I go bach She chose to ignore that. reason It’s a yood intend to leave yo to-morrow night.” Turning she called Gwet the car isn't round yet! “Isn't it?’’ came Gwen’s voice from above ring again. Alex isn’ “Yes,” Joanan wered. “He’ Alex let the falsehood pas “Look here, Joan, t down there, is he 3 getting impatient for he said doggedly, like this I'm going to raise the devil.” ** Really?” Her tone like premot Joan answered but she Just then the motor | felt Was casual feit somethi ition. thrummed unde the porte-cochére * Here's ar,” in { acro he hall: “I man.” called to her hostess, ar starte must say I don’t think Peter looks like a very si ‘Well, ‘You'd best Hello, Alex!” Joan was off, lea, ‘I am giad to see * Gwen insisted, appearing at the stairhead. come back the long way. It's prettier ing a catholic good-by in the air my pre Alex said, preferring to take the offensive “Didn't ¢ you I was Don't room? He ence is offic ially recognized ‘hambers tell should hay entertaining. I've waiting in the mornin cold been | iving I'm going to I) a plot; at least Rit very uppose that’s what you do before you hatch one for Chambers, will Alex did so “T hope I you? I want to order tea.” ou’ll be nice to him,”” Gwen went on. “ Chan eal I simply have to launder my vocabulary wher ou ( lave to } arrange whether like ea other but whether they'll t Chambers appe Continued on Page 46 FON Bp toXh roy") rh da tik “I'm Going to Have the Garden Cleared of Every Bird That Might Disturb You, and a Moon Lit"’

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 29, 1920 NG IT BA IK eta sano By KENNETH L. ROBERTS tn reer, end of it ind the opening at the top through which the foot inserted igvles into Germany The eyelets for the shoe laces are the rich coal districts of Upper Silesia and Teschen. Poland presses down on the eyelets and or entire on The ball of the hoe rub irritatingly or ly to Rumania — The Contents of the Shoe YZECHOSLOVAKIA, ther iped like an old tenr ( hoe which has undergone great vic tuce rhe heel ectior i bow mmed W ! and mountai At the bottom of the bow yt h goes by the name of Czeskior Bo he raort el ethe Czect or Rohemians 6,000, 000 of then 1 on the rim of the bowl, forming a palpitating » the 6,000,000 Czechs, live 3,000,000 Germa Che Germans do not care for the Czechs. They i Gorman fashior Nor is the hating in ral Fhurope cor ed tothe Germans alone. The Czechs Czechoslovakia allowed to have a voice in the framing f the laws under whicn they must live; and the Czechs frowned on anyone who spoke German. They instructed Ger- man business houses to write letters in the Czech language, and to cut out the German. The Ger- mans were getting up an hour earlier every morning and going to bed an hour later every evening so that they could indulge in as muc! daily hate against the Czechs as the situation seemed to them to demand The toe section of theshoeis Slovensko, or Slovakia, which is inhabited largely by Slovaks. There are about 2,000,000 Slo vaks in the toe se tion. But along the sole of the shoe there are upward of 700,000 Hungarians, or Magyars, all busy at the great Central European pastime of hating. Strangely enough, the Hungarians do not hate the Slovaks. But they are filled with a passionate and searing hate for the Czechs who have come down into Slovakia to rule the Slovaks and the Germans and the Hungarians and anyone else who may happen to be within the boundaries of Slovakia. The Hungarians hate the Czechs because they have come down out of Bohemia and driven about 15,000 Hungarians out of Presburg, the ancient Hungarian capital on the Danube, where the kings of Hungary were crowned for upward of 100 years. They hate them because they have seized some very choice territory which Hungary claims has always been Hungarian and is Hungarian and always will be Hungarian. Why All This Hating? ' MUST not be supposed that the Czechs endure all this hating with equanimity. It is not the custom of Central European nations to turn the other cheek or love their neighbors as themselves or anything like that. Any nation that turns the other cheek in Central Europe is almost sure to have its ear torn off, its eye blackened and its gold-plated collar button and its moss-agate cuff links purloined before it can say Jack Robinson, or even refer warningly to that august assemblage, the peace conference. Many people ask why it is that the peace conference should be referred to as an august assemblage or an august body. The reason is very simple. August is a month which makes everybody in Central Europe hot, and so does the peace conference. But as I was saying, the Czechs do not remain quiescent under the storm of Hungarian hate. No Hungarian can outhate a Czech so long as the Czech’s hater has a single cylinder on which torun. The Czechs not only hate the Hungarians in return, but they advertise their hates exten- sively. Late in February, 1920, in the second year following the great war, the Czechs had erected on the Hungarian-Slovakian border before Presburg great stretches of barbed- wire entanglements, twenty feet in width, against the Hungarians; and behind the entanglements they had dug trenches of the most approved irk, handing ack to e Ger A Stovak Band in Stovak Ceramic Work — the Height of Something. mans Che Germans are not or were Center The Entente Cordiale in Czechoslovakia. Above — The Sleepy Moidau, Prague design, and at fifty-yard intervals there were machine guns. Along the

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 9 roads there were Czech trenches and barbed wire, as well as along the electric railways and the railroad; while for miles up and down the Danube the bushes on the river bank were laced and entwined with Czech barbed wire. There were Czech guards and Czech sentries everywhere; and when I started down the Danube from Presburg to Budapest I saw an American woman in uniform—a duly accredited worker for an American relief organization—being searched down to the skin by a woman searcher on the orders of Czech customs officials R The situation is complicated in Slovakia number of fairly well developed which exist between the Slovaks and the Czechs. The Czechs and the Slovaks are both Slav but they are divided by the Little Carpathian Mountains, which run diagonally across the country from the top of the shoe laces to the front edge of there is a natural divi- by a hates races, the heel, so that _ The northern boundary of the toe of the Czechoslovak sneaker is the Carpathian Mountains. On the southern side of the mountains live the Rusins, On the north- ern side of the mountains, in that section of Poland known as Galicia, are the Ruthenians. The Ruthenians and the Rusins are the same people, but they can't get together because of the moun- tains between them. If each Rusin were equipped with an airplane he could hold regular communication with the Ruthen- ians across the mountains. Not having airplanes, the Ruthenians and the Rusins cannot mix. Not being able to trade or mingle with their blood brothers on the northern side of the mountains, the Rusins had all their dealings with the Hungarians to the Rusinia is practically a solid mass of mountains, are with The valleys, all of them, run The wood down the valleys, south which covered pine forests. down into Hungary Rusins took their which was the only direction in which they could sion between the two peoples in spite of between their languages. other serious differences; for example, as the difference in character. The s are hard working, patient, ignorant, lovable, con- the similarity But such, there are Ssloval servative and very religious people. The Czechs are hard, tically inclined and rather contemptuous of religion. running Slovakia, and Slovakia is full Like all socialists, the Czechs in sight, and the Slovaks are socialized. Slovakia is full of Czech riction here and friction there; friction over that. The Czechs are amateurs deavor, but they are highly gifted in body the wrong way. sociall The Czechs are officials. want to not of e: the art of rubbing every in some The Makings of a Comedy a a geration of Czechs flush ture and Czech ideas and the Czech language and the Czech people seem to them the finest and most beautiful things in all the world; and possibly this national feeling will become less pronounced with the passage of time. But whatever the reason, there is friction in Slovakia between the Slovaks great deal of this is due to the sudden exag- itional feeling which has swept over the t fl of their freedom, so that Czech cul- in the firs and the Czechs, as well as a vicious, penetrating, outsize, hair-raising hate between the Czechs and the Hungarians. Since the Czech press agents, of whom there are many, will damn me in ear-splitting tones and call me upward of fifty- seven different varieties of a liar for these statements, I will return to them and elaborate on them at another point in a A Typical Siovak Home. Was Done by the Mistress of the House my narrative. The extreme toe of the Czechoslovak shoe is thesupposedly self-governing stateof Rusinia, or Carpathian Russia, inhabited by some 700,000 Rusins, or Ruthenians, or Little Russians. The Rusins have always been known as Ruthenians, but as soon as they obtained their freedom they decided that they wanted to be known as Rusins. I do not know why this is so, and neither apparently do the Ru sins. But if they wish to be called Rusins they should be called Rusins, for that advantage appears to be the only one which the Rusins obtained from the great war and the tireless activities of the peace conference. I have no doubt that the average American is in the same box as myself as regards Rusinia. I had not only never heard of it before starting my European wanderings, but after I had heard of it I couldn’t find it on None the less, there are 700,000 of these supposedly self-governing state of Rusinia forms the ex- a map. tusins; and the treme, down-drooping toe of the Czechoslovak sneaker; or it did have in February, 1920—an American I am going to tell you about Rusinia at greater and it has president. length than its size and importance deserve because its story forms a remarkably fine advertisement for the ex- treme acuteness, omniscience, fair-mindedness, augustness It also forms an excellent groundwork for a three-act comedy. Nothing is lacking. You have the young American who talks Pitts- burgh slang and becomes president of a Central European state; you have the natives in picturesque embroidered vests, high black boots and loose white pants with fringes on the bottom; you have an old castle on a hilltop in the dual capacity of seminary and president’s home; you have equal parts of intrigue and scenery; you have everything in fact except Mr. George M. Cohan. and studiousness of the peace conference A Hand-Painted Design in Bright Colors at the Bottom take it, and sold it to the Hungarians; and the Rusin peasants went down into the fertile Hungarian plains each year, helped to gather the harvests on the Hungarian farms, and went back into Rusinia each autumn with enough food- stuffs to last them through the winter —foodstuffs which the mountainous nature of their own land made it im- possible for them to raise. Rusinia was a part of Hungary. Hungary depended on Rusinia for pine wood for building and for mine timbers, and the Rusins depended on Hungary for their food and no dealings with the Slovaks. The Rusins had no dealings with the Czechs The Freedom of Rusinia been great hands to emigrate 5 ey Rusins have always to the United States here are 700,000 Rusins in Rusinia, and in the United States there are another 500,000 of them. During the time that America stayed neutral the Rusins in America seemed unconcerned over the land of their birth But President Wilson came out with his pregnant remarks concerning the rights of small nations the American Rusins They decided immediately that they wanted Rusinia to be free Never before had this idea attained any prominence in Rusin circles. But President Wilson’s remarks filled every Rusin-American breast with a passionate longing for a free Rusinia. This movement originated in America and stayed right where it started for a long, long time. The Rusins in about it in June, 1918, the and elected as soon as at up and took notice knew nothing America tusinia tusins in got together Continued on Page 112 vx. c 7 \, ri =e ee The Oid Powder Tower, Prague The Chartes Bridge, Prague John Huss Square

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ryvill THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Wk OFF SH « By FE Scott Fitzgerald... r “No. It’stoo along the bot- ea that was a ILLUSTRATED BY LESLIE L. BENSON tom. Five ‘ irea t min ful as blue k stockings, and beneath a sky as blue ‘Well, I'll be darned! Gosh! Science is golden ‘ ‘ f cl irer eye From the western half of or something—isn’t it?” e si the j Wa g little golden disks at the ‘Will you let me say what I started to?” eu f i gazed ent enough you could see them ‘Shoot !” p from wave tip to wave tip until they joined a broad ‘Well, it seems—well, I am up here ~ He ‘ ir of golden coin that was collecting half a mile out paused and swallowed several times distractedly. 1 would eventua be a dazzling sunset. About halfway ‘Oh, yes. Young woman, Colonel Moreland has hetween the Florida shore and the golden collar a white called up again to ask me to be sure to eal acht, ve vung and graceful, was riding atanchor bring you in to dinner. His son Toby has i under a blue-and-white awning aft a yellow-haired come all the way from New York to meet n reclined In a wicke ettee reading The Revolt of the you and he’s invited several other young \ngels, by Anatole | ( people. For the last time, will you ie he wa ibout nineteer lender and upple, with a “No,” said | ed, alluring mouth and quick gray eyes full of a radiant Ardita shortly, i t Her feet, st ngle and adorned ratherthan “I won’t. I id in blue satin slippers which swung nonchalantly from came along on er toes, were pe ed e arm of a settee adjoining the this darn cruise one she occupied And a he read she intermittently re with the one yaled herself by a faint application to her tong 1e of a half idea of going to on that she held in her hand he other half, sucked Palm Beach, ay on the deck at her feet and rocked very gently to and you knew it, and i fro at the almost imperceptible motion of the tide I absolutely refuse to Che second half lemon was well-nigh pulpless and the meet any darn old yolden collar had grown astonishing in width when sud colonel or any darn denly the drow ilence which enveloped the yacht wa young Toby or any oken by the sound of heavy footsteps and an elderly man darn old young people topped with ord n i and clad in a white flannel or to set foot in any iit appeared at the head of the companionway. There he other darn old town paused for a moment til | eyes became accustomed to in this erazy state. So you either take the n, and then seeing the girl under the awning he me to Palm Beach or else shut up and uttered a long, even grunt of disapproval go away.” If he had intended thereby to obtain a rise of any sort he ‘Very well. This is the last straw. In your infatuation was doomed to disappointment Che girl calmly turned for this man—a man who is notorious for his excesses, a er two page turned back one, raised the lemon mechani man your father would not have allowed so much as to cally, dnd then faintly but quite unmistakal awned mention your name—you have reflected the demi-monde Ardita!” said the gray-haired man sternly rather than the circles in which you have presumably Ardita uttered a sma und indicating nothing grown up From now on ‘Ardita!”’ he repeated Ardita!’ ‘I know,” interrupted Ardita ironically, “from now on Ardita raised the lemon languidly, allowing three word you go your way and I go mine. I’ve heard that story oO slip out betore it reached her tongue before You know I'd like nothing better.” Oh, shut up ‘From now on,” he announced grandiloquently, “ you Ardita!’ ure no niece of mine I eg What?” “(O-o-o-oh!"" The ery was wrung from Ardita with the ‘Will tu listen to me wr will | have to get a servant agony of a lost soul ‘Will you stop boring me! Will you to hold 1 while | talk to you?” go way! Will you jump overboard and drown! Do you ended cornfully ‘Putitin writing.” Will you have the decency to close that abominable book and discard that damn lemon for two min ules “Ardita. | have just received a tel ize fr : *Telephone?” She om the shore i faint interest Yes, it wa “Do you mean to say,’ he interrupted won- deringly, “‘’at they let you run a wire out here ‘Yes, and just now ‘Won't other boats bump into “Ge on,"' She Urged want me to throw this book at you!” ‘If you dare do any Smack! rhe Revolt of the Angels sailed through the air, missed its target by the length of a short nose and b imped cneer fully down the companionway The gray-haired man made an ji stinective step backward and then two cautious steps forward. Ardita jumped “Lie to Me by the Moontight. De a Fabulous Story" May 29,1920 Her Feet, in Blue Satin Slippers Which Swung Nonchaltantly From Her Toes, Were Perched on the Arm of a Settee to her five feet four and stared at him defiantly, her gray eyes blazing ‘Keep off!” ‘How dare you!” he cried ‘Because I darn please!”’ ‘You've grown unbearable! Your disposition “You've made me that way! No child ever has a bad disposition unless it’s her family’s fault! Whatever I am, you did it.” Muttering something under his breath her uncle turned and, walking forward, called mm a loud voice for the launch Then he returned to the awning, where Ardita had again eated herself and resumed her attention to the lemon. “TI will be oul again at nine o'clock to-night. When I return we will tart back to New York, your aunt for the rest of your natural, or rather unnatural, life.” He paused and looked at her, and then all at once some- thing in the utter childishness of her beauty seemed to ‘I am going ashore,”’ he said slowly. where I shall turn you over to puncture his anger like an.inflated tire and render him helpless, uncertain, utterly fatuous. “*Ardita,”’ he said not unkindly, “I’m no fool round. I know men. And, child, confirmed libertines don’t reform until they’re tired—and then they’re not Ives they re husks of th emselves i He looked at I’y e been themse her as if expecting agreement, but receiving no sight or sound of it he continued. “‘ Perhaps the man loves you that’s possible. He’s loved many women and he'll love many more. Less than a month ago, one month, Ardita, he was involved in a noto- rious affair with that red-haired Mimi Merril; promised to give her the diamond bracelet that the Czar of Russia gave his mother. You know— you read the papers.” “Thrilling scandals by an anxious uncle,” yawned Ardita. “Have it filmed. Wicked clubman making eyes at virtuous flapper. Virtuous flapper conclusively vamped by his lurid past. Plans to meet him at Palm Beach. Foiled by anxious uncle.” “Will you tell me why the devil you want to marry him?” “I’m sure I couldn’t say,” said Ardita shortly “Maybe because he’s the only man I know, good or bad, who has an imagination and the courage of his convictions. Maybe it’s to get away from the young fools that spend their vacuous hours pursuing me round the country. But as for the famous Russian bracelet, you can set your mind at rest on that score. He's going to give it to me at Palm Beach—if you'll have a little sense.” “How about the— red-haired woman?” “He hasn’t seen her for six months,” she said angrily. “T have enough pride to see to that. Don’t you know that I ean do any darn thing with any darn man I want to?”

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST She put her chin in the air like the statue of France Aroused, and then spoiled the pose somewhat by raising the lemon for action “Is it the Russian bracelet that fascinates you?” “No, I’m merely trying to give you the sort of argument that would appeal to your intelligence. And I wish you'd go way,” she said, her temper rising again. “‘ You know I never change my mind. You’ve been boring me for three days until I’m about to go crazy. I won’t go ashore! Won’t! Do you hear? Won't!” “Very well,” he said, “‘and you won't go to Palm Beach either. Of all the selfish, spoiled, uncontrolled, disagree- able, impossible girls I have és Splush! The half lemon caught him in the taneously came a hail from over the side. “The launch is ready, Mr. Farnam.” Too full of words and rage to speak, Mr. one utterly condemning glance at ran swiftly down the ladder. as neck, Farnam cast his niece and, turning, um GIVE o'clock rolled down from the sun and plumped soundlessly into the sea The golden eollar widened into a glittering island; and a faint breeze that had been playing with the edges of the awning and swaying one of the dangling blue slippers became suddenly freighted wit! song. It was a chorus of men in and ir perfect rhythm to an accompanying sound of oars cleaving the blue waters. Ardita lifted her head and listened: close harmony Beans on their knees Pig in the seas, Lucky fellows! Blow ys a Blow us Blow us , With your bellows breeze, a breeze, a breeze Ardita’s brow wrinkled in astonishment listened eagerly as the chorus took up a second Sitting very still she — Onions and bean Marshalls and Deans, Goldbergs and Greens And Costellos. Bl wusa bree ce, Blow us a breeze, Blow usa bree Ze, With your bellows. “Is it a Proposal of Marriage? Extra! With an exclamation she tossed her book to the deck where it sprawled at a straddle, and hurried to the rail Fifty feet away a large rowboat was approaching contain- ing seven men, six of them rowing and one standing up in the stern keeping time t leader’s baton: o their song with an orchestra ters and rocks, P } ] and socks Vho could make cloc! Ardita, who was He made nging instantly ceased. She saw that he was the only white man in the boat—the six rowers were negroes. “Narcissus ahoy!”’ he “What's the idea of all th “Ts this the varsi The leader's eyes suddenly rested on leaning yound with curiosity. a quick movement with his baton and the over the rail spelll od politely. discord?”’ demanded Ardita y crew from the county nut farm? By this time the boat was scraping the side of the yacht and a great hulking negro in t g7 isped the ladder. the he bow turned round and reupon the leader left his position Ardita had realized his intention he ran up the ladder and stood breathless be fore her on the le a in stern and before “The women and children w he said briskly. ‘All erying babies will be immediately drowned and all males p Digging her hands excitedly Ardita stared at it in double irons!"’ down into the pockets of her dress him, speechless with aston- ishment. He was a young man wit right blue e. His 1 a scornful mouth and the yes of a healthy baby set in a dark, sensitive iair was pitch black, damp and curly—the hair a Grecian statue gone brunet. He was trimly built, rimly dressed and graceful as an agile quarterback, “Well, I’ll be a son of a gun!” she said dazedly. They eyed each other coolly. “‘Do you surrender the shi “Is this an outburst of wit?’ demanded Ardita u an idiot—or just being initiated to some fraternity “T asked you if you surrendered the sh “I thought the country was dry,”’ said lly. ‘*Have you been drinking fi tter get off this yacht!” “What?” The young man’s voice expressed incredulity. “Get off the yacht! You heard me!” “Are Ardita disdain- You nge r-nail ename l ? Ardita Farnam Becomes Pirate's Bride. pered had row yourself ast man s appre it l le dec K. He looked at her for a moment : r what had said “No,” said his off the yacht cornful moutl You can get off if you wish.” Going to the rail he gave a curt command and imm ately the crew of the rowboat ranged themselves in line before him, burly darky at one end and a feet at the They dressed in some blue dust, rambled up the ladder ; a CvUal blac Kn miniature mulatto of to nine other of seemed Lar nile ted each sort tatter small, heavy cost the white ume orname mud and slung a over houlder of looking sack, and under arms they carried large black cases apparently m con isical instruments “"'Ten-shur heels togetner !** commanded the young man, here, Babe!” { malie negro took a quick step forward go down below, | @X pt the bag those col ompanionway. ‘Now,”’ aid the young man cheerfull witnessed this last scene withering ill swear on your honor as a flapper the you'll keep that shut for forty-eight hour ir rowboat wh worth much nouth of yours tight ore in ¢ **Otherwi “Otherwise y ‘re With a li ou Fong sigh as for tee ttle the ank into the set vacated, ar 1e looked round at the rich s iaZUy. tretched his arms relaxe of | mouth r t law? t} } latively as! ripe the polished brass and the luxurious fitting His eye fell on the bool and then on the exhau mon “Hm,” he said wall Jack juice cleared his head. Your head Ardita disdained to answer Continued on Page 99 Meine pace - gf Society Girl Kidnaped by Ragtime Bank Robber" l sh wa the taining young d d gs of the f no, 1 won't get with 7 and

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r IS unofficia ited hat a couple of t ied a i ( ) of e the > ‘ Nii WV ie ) | ° ‘llow rY ? the Me. ; red Qu ‘ j Maybe Va tne iffled rep but the | fu ip rhe pair drew ay to nfe "| ild you ju let Ose-1T ull Let oe Im es! I} e men are leas hounds from Texa rhe applicant thanke panior Che ! ! te passed ide eeper wa ivy ed ) ‘ a streah lash | ! Presently the two oil men ime out ‘Wi . I thought you had gone! Whothen were those two | iw go outa Those fellows from Well, my partner here happened to mention that he'd heard they'd struck oil in Hades, and they've gone to sign ul lease Let cavilers scoff at the authenticity of this tale all the like; let them rail that it cannot be substan tiated, that it’s gross exag geration—I know men so . hard-boiled they will only ept he tory of Jonah and the whale with reserva- t It neverthels eth with some accuracy what is happening in many portions of the United States to-day. Alen and women in eve walk of fe are abandoning the ecurity of choice locatio yn the boulevard of opportunity Hope Capitalized for Billions ,o out pouring of good American dollars into the petro leum industr i During last November 141 companie vere r ed with a capital in excess of $50,000 eact t uzgregate authorized capitalization gy $490,760,000. October put this record in the shade, when compant« wi e authorized capital totaled more han $613.610.000 were ated That is to say, the indi ited ‘ me ‘ ndustry for or two months of 1919 amounted to $1.104 0,000, and in this compila- t the! dreds and hundreds of lesser enterprises organ- ed and financed | ndividuals or small groups of persor ng close to the oil fields are not taken into account I wonder how mu ew capital found its way to our rail roads during t! pe a? Pla were under way to float so many new companies the ea part t ‘ } hey threatened toswamp the market I'he mey tightened; the Federal Reserve Bank clamped dow ‘ lor speculative purpose and 12 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST CHASING THz R By GEORGE PATTULLO May 29,1920 ViBO an increase of 61¢ per cent in your business cause you to double your capital stock? Figured in dollars, the increase in production of crude oil amounted to about $41,839,000. With- out taking into account production costs, taxes or any other item of expense, that return would mean nearly three per cent on an investment of $1,398,- 581,000. Of course these great in- vestments were made with an eye to future development; they repre- sent hopes. But one can- not get away from the fact that the basis of these hopes was a mere 614 per cent growth in the crude oil output, which would seem to indicate a rather extravagant optimism According to my way of thinking, hope is at the bottom of nine-tenths of the expansion in the oil in- dustry—and nine-tenths of the speculators in oil will end up without even that. ———_-_—_—__— -- -—-—, = van Vas wave shite XU >| The Champion TMIME was when real- estate promoters were unanimously given the palm for all classes of lying—picturesque, scientific, catch-as-catch- can, imaginative and Greco-Roman. Golfers, book agents and_ stock peddlers by mail were their only real compet- itors. To-day there is a new and undisputed cham- pion—the oi! promoter. Wild exaggeration, will- ful misstatement and mis- representation, the circu- lation of incredible rumors seem to be part and parcel of the oil game. Many men of honest intention who are engaged in the business succumb to the lure of accepting what they wish to believe, and lend Oil Wells, Goose Creek, Texas it may be that the drop in the stock market and a general reaction toward caution and conservatism will nip a lot of these ambitious projects During the war it was impossible for the oil boom to attain great proportions, though the opening of new fields started stampedes in portions of the Southwest. The larger production companies had to proceed with caution in deve iopment work, and the wildcatter was handicapped by lack of easy money. At the time of the signing of the armi- stice the indicated investment in the petroleum industry of the United States was $1,809,215,400. Between that date in 1918 and the end of last November the indicated capital jumped to $3,207,797,000 In other words, the indicated investment in oil increased $1,398,581,600 in eleven months of 1919—practically doubled. And close to four-fifths of this increase came during the last two months of the period under considera- tion, which suggests that the boom was due to results btained earlier in the year What prompted such an enormous expansion? Surely there must have been a remarkable increase in production to justify doubling the total capitalization of the industry! According to the preliminary statistics of the United States Geological Survey, production of crude oil in the United States last year totaled 377,719,000 barrels, as wainst 355,92 16 barrels in 1918. That is an increase Would of 21,791,284 barrels, or about 6', per cent credence to the vicious oil propaganda by passing the rumors along as genuine. I know successful business men of high integrity who have relied without question on third or fourth hand reports from scouts and touts whose characters and reputations were such that they could not have gained admittance to private offices in the course of everyday transactions. Gambling in oil is a fever which causes men to discard common sense and prudence. To appreciate at its worth the character of the oil boom and the bulk of persons engaged in trying to wrest for- tunes from it one must visit a few of the oil towns and watch the crowds in the hotel lobbies and exchanges Picture to yourself the sort of lobby one can find in hotel in hundreds of the lesser towns. Chairs are ranged round the walls and in front of the windows looking on the street From the latter place of vantage guests were wont to loaf and view the passing traffic, giving the ladies the once- over while waiting for the five-fifteen in the humdrum days before the boom. But now nobody has leisure to sit. The lobby is packed with surging humanity; it looks like a political convention, minus the bands. Blackboards on the walls, blackboards nailed to pillars, blackboards hung to the crook of the stairs—and all of them quoting local oil stocks. An enterprising lease hound has installed a table office on the first landing of the stairs overlooking the lobby, which enables him to bellow down to customers below and hear when they bellow at him The girl at the cigar counter w ill sell you either a Lizzie Lou .

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THE SATURDAY EVENING 13 at ten cents straight or a lease on some stuff only four miles from a producing well at twenty dol- lars an acre. Her boss is dividing his time between blue- prints and shaking dice with customers. The noise and the constant milling about are bewilder- ing. It would be hard to find a more het- erogeneous crowd. Wide-hatted cow- men, fresh from the range; farmers in huge black felt hats, dark clothes and celluloid collars; drillers wearing red and of a without a word of ex- sentence, planation or excuse, your friend aban- dons you and hustles off in the wake of this person. You see them conferring earnestly, close to- gether, talking in whispers. Of course the man who interrupted has heard something ch, oui—he’s picked up something hot from the stove and is passing the tip along. Probably he got it from somebody he never set eyes on before, whose in- formant was a scout who had overheard corduroy shirts, with diamonds on their that make you blink; salesmen chests and business men from the cities, attired in their oldest suits, for travel in the oil country is ruinous to clothes; bankers and lawyers and doctors; lynx-eyed gamblers, hot on the trail of easy money; women peddling leases and stocks, and also women of the oldest profession on earth; drivers of rent cars and their fares, spattered with red mud from head to foot; oil scouts in brogans and leather coats, looking like civil engineers on a jaunt in town after a hard month. Texas Rangers Guarding Oil Properties Perchance you espy an acquaintance amid this mass of shifting humanity and pause for a word with him. Hardly have you passed the time of day before a suspicious- looking individual with a harassed, important expression, whose air suggests that he is carrying something secret and precious about with him and is in fear it may be stolen, gives a tug to your friend's elbow and nods mysteriously toward another part of the lobby. Right in the middle a couple of officials of or e of the big com- panies in conversatior » elevator, one of whom had remarked that the weather. things looked better to-day referring to And this ‘s new we ll, Las was interpreted to mean that the Hope Number Eight, wa a gusher which would make all that track owned by Old Man Tatum, which he was holding for sixty dollars an acre, worth a coupla hur company about to come ir maybe 2000 barrels dred easy. A minute, and away dashes your friend to invest five or six thousand dol lars on the strength of this offi And everybody is toting round a bundle of maps and blue prints. Five out of six of the men sport headlights in their shirt dazzle the eyes with a single flick of the finger. About the easiest things to sell in an oil town enjoying a have bosoms or boom are diamonds. I seen scores of roughnecks, as the drillers’ helpers are called, wearing big stones that would bring $1000 anywhere—and the ground-in grime of their work still on their hands. But as Diamond Jim Brady once remarked to a critic of his splendor, “Them that has em wears ’em.” Close-In Leases YOU enter this maelstrom 41a dozen pairs of greedy eyes take you in from head to foot, appraising you as a prospect. And you haven’t moved a yard before somebody sidles up to you and inquires in a cautious undertone if you would like to buy some close-in stuff. Close-in stuff is the stock in trade of the lease hound. He talks it from dawn to dawn, at his meals and in his sleep. Naturally the term has a magic sound to the speculator or buyer. To be close to a pro- ducing well seems to him al- most a guaranty of finding oil, so that stuff always commands fine prices. In re- ality it may mean nothing. Dry holes have been found twenty yards of a Sometimes there will close-in within gusher. bea rich pool on one side of a fence, and nothing but dusters on the other. And as for the distance of half a mile—and most of the alleged close-in stuff peddled by curb brokers is anywhere from half a mile to a mile away—it may be as fatal to oil prospects as forty miles. In fact, close-in stuff bears the same relation to ac- tual producing territory as Sixth Avenue does to Fifth We Kiele lS iy ~ 7. information. With him goes his informant, closer than a burr, for of course he will receive a percentage. I passing that the bulk of the leasing in wil cial sticking may remark ir loose 3 cat territory is just as as this. « ae ee Hush Stuff +e - os T IS practically impossible to talk three consecutive mir utes to anybody in an oil town during the excitement follow ing the opening of a new field If you want to hold a man long borrow a match you ve got to lock room. They round, red-eyed from lack of enough to nim in a are all tearing sleep and everything, as nerv- hound Every Gusly tense and eager a dogs on a warm scent. mother's son of them is tir glingly afraid he may mi chance, and so during the live long day and until two or three o'clock in the courses madly about the lob- bies and lease-brokers’ offices or wherever oil men congre gate. There is enough lost motion in the oil-boom towr to run the United States Stee! plants. They are great on mystery Whisper! Ssh! Ssh! Whisper! A wink, a nod, and the hungri est man in town will leap from the table to learn the latest dope. All with head close together, as though spice were lying in wait at ever turn to their informa tion--and the joke of it all that ninety-nine per cent of them might just a what they know from the housetops for all the value has. And it’s amazing how mar oil experts we have morning he done steal shout well A newcomer to a measure of embart hear everybody } ing in techni coursing illumi croppings ane and rotary rig heads and specific gra Avenue in regard to choice locations. Burkburnett Field, Texas (Cantinued on Page 186

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Ely i WAY I You know how [an ou've seen me there in the office. what I was doing with Ar- I'm awful easy to get along with if anybody hands butus. Well, makelongstory me a square deal, but nobody can put anything over short, Huff offered me thirty on me I stand up for my right I gue Homer Huff felt cold bucks a week to go to foolish when | up and quit on him. But he got just what work for him in the rental was coming to him. Course it’s a good firm, but I wouldn’t department at Tribby, Bur- tand Huff ee how I mean? kett & Day’s. He'd just re- There's one funny thing about me: I can tell just what cently been made manager a man's like the first time I lay an eye on him Sut I did ofthedepartment. Andsay, get fooled for once in sizing up Huff. That’s why I want you'd of thought that night to tell you how it happened. You don't want to get the that nothing was too good idea for one second that I cared for my rotten old job. I for me. Huff gave me a just want to illustrate to i how hard itis to tell about a cigar and slapped me on the erank like Homer Huff. It’s like I said to Sim Jenson back and called me “my ‘You can't most always sometimes tell,” I said, and boy,” and said: “ You're too Sim said to me: “ Ray, that’s exactly the idea.” bright a fellow to be hitched See how it is? up with a fly-by-night tin Way I see it, Huff's character is just naturally soured horn like Harry Jason. You > Kick him in the face-—that's all he can understand, see? touch it at lunch, hardly ever—hey, wait, don't chummy? know but what | will, too, just this noon Large ought to x rut Stand Any Amount of Joshing, Long's a Guy is a Gentleman, But When They Step Beyond the Bonds, Why, Then I Just Get as Cold and Dignified as a United States Senator T or anything, but believe me, there’s nobody that can have a fancy for poetry and that stuff give me the razz and get away with it; andthat’s why Magnolia Lane and Beauchamps Terrace, 1 threw up my job and simply refused to work for Tribby, and so on. High-class stuff. Burkett & Day one second longer. Bum firm anyway, to I ran into Huff at the Commercial Club tell the truth banquet; sat next to him and told him Well, here’s how it all happened—huh? No, thanks; very first morning—once I[’¢ no coffee for me; I find it hurts my digestion; never was at Huff’s mercy—was old Huffy THE SATURDAY EVENING POST By SINCLAIR LEWIS ILLUSTRATED BY 7e@ 2 F SARG 1 fale of unparalleled u as related by young Mr. Ray cup with cream—or say, waiter, might’s well make Moller. former salesman f Tribby, Burkett & Day, real mine a pot. extate. to | riend, Mr. McNew, of the Crescent Sign and First time I met Huff I got to admit I did like him. | Poster Company. Diligent research has determined that these — was selling lots out at Arbutus Villa—you remember confidences were revealed at the Good Red Beef Chop House that bum development behind the tanneries that Harry in the city of Vernon; and i is believed that at the time Mr. Jason flivvered on? Good sales proposition, though Moller was lunching upon hash creole swell commission--and I was ace high with Harry Jason —fact, I named all the streets—swell ET me tell you right now, Mae, I’m not going to boast names. You know I always did kind of 4 4 \ Jaj| J He hasn't got any ideals or sense of humor. Man likethat, want to come to a real firm you can't do anything with him; mistake to go on tolerat where you can grow up with the ing him: only thing to do is to tell him he can throw his old business.” job in the lake, way I did And I fell for it me, that You know we salesmen used to call Huff by the nick- there aren’t so very many ever name of Old Hull Pretty good take-off, don’t you think put it over on me, if I do say so. that Well, I gus | was the very first fellow to give him I walked with Huff over to the He Yetped at Me:“‘In This Office that name. Get it? Huff Huffy. Way L look atit—and Fandall Avenue car line and told the Saving of the Country Begins I don't want to hand myself anything, but if I just see a him about my ideas for triple- thing once I guess I can come pretty dog-gone near getting deckers, and you'd of thought onto the philo yphy of it all rightee—that's how he is we were a couple of old college chumps, you might Say. But the first morning I showed up to work for him—the 1 quit Harry Jason and In a pig’s eye he was! I blew in about ten o’clock—course no boss that was a human being had expect a fellow to be a stickler about office hours on the first day when he was just learning the ropes kind of on a vacation, you might say. I breezed up to Huff's desk and looked at him in a way that'd of showed any decent fel- low that I wanted to be friendly and work together with him, and I told him: ‘‘ Well, boss, here's little Ray all ready to save the country.” You'd of thought he’d of laughed, wouldn't you? ‘Stead of that he looked me over like I was a book agent, and he snarled— oh, he’s got the meanest, nastiest, doggondest unpleasant- est way—he yelped at me: “‘In this office the saving of the country begins at eight-thirty A. M. daily.” Well, d’ you know, I had a darn’ good notion to quit right there. Bawling me out because I showed my good will! First crack out of the box! Can you beat it? But thinks I, “‘Oh, he’s just fooling,”’ so I kind of looked dignified to show him he'd better not presume on his position, and I says May 29,1920 perfectly cool and businesslike: * Allright, jus’ yousay. Which is my desk?”’ At that, he’s so dumm I bet he never got the fact that I was practically snubbing him. I didn’t like the desk he assigned me. I’ve got some idea about office lighting; fact, I suppose I’m the only fellow in the realty game in the entire city of Vernon that’s got what you might call anything like aaa a scientific knowl- edge of lighting i problems. I'd made a study of it, see? So I kicked 4 , about the way the ZX desk faced the win- 2*® dow, and old friend Huff, he looked om: | sore as a crab. ‘ ee If truth were oC known, guess he felt kind of cheap that I’d showed him up about this lighting proposition, and to cover up he shot his face off about what a swell desk it was and all. Well, I let it go. I never start anything; I'll stand a lot; anything for peace, long as nobody’s trying to put anything over on me, you understand. And I got busy, and darned if I didn’t rent two houses to a couple of tough old prospects the very first day, and say, at Eight«Thirty A. M. Daily" maybe the other fellows weren’t jealous of me! But Huff didn’t say anything; just grunted—him that had been so mouthy at the banquet when we met. Yes, sir, it was the big boss, old Burkett himself, that congratulated me and told me they were tickled to death to have me with ’em! Guess maybe that didn’t grind Huffy, to hear his own subordinate getting a swell line of appreciation from his own superior—from the president of the firm! He looked mad as a wet hen. You bet! But I didn’t rub it in. I just grinned and told Burkett I'd do all I could to put some pep in the firm, and got busy digging into the prospect file. What you might call the first real fracas between Huffy and I was over my car. Huffy wanted to get me a bum old secondhand flivver to take prospects out to see houses in, though both the salesmen of the Guarantee Realtors, that handled about the same line of business and customers that I did, had swell Disselbourgs. I put it right up to Huffy. And do you know —not that | believe in brass or anything like that; I think a fellow should be modest and hep to all his faults and study to improve ’em way I always do. But still I always have sort of prided myself on having nerve enough to tackle most any kind of propo- sition. But do you know—and I hadn’t been with the firm but four days—-Huff had almost got my goat? And darned if I didn’t find it hard to brace him for a decent car. And he turned me down like a mice. Turning down is the easiest thing that old grouch does. And whadyuh think finally sold the idea for me? Why, the big boss himself, old Burkett, happened to waft in, and he asked what was the big stew all about, and I told him. Burkett suggested I might use the nifty little Schnitzel sedan that was assigned to Huff himself whenever Huff wasn’t using it—and that was most of the time. Well, Huffy blew up like a molasses factory. Said he wouldn't trust me with his boat. You know how I am, Mac. I'll stand any amount of joshing, long’s a guy is a gentleman, but wher they step beyond the bonds—and it don’t make no never-minds if it’s my boss or anybody else—yes, by golly, even if my girl, Sue, gets too fresh with me—why, then I just get as cold and dignified as a United States senator. That’s how it was this time. I just shipped old Huffy one frozen visage, charges collect, and I says: “ Mister Huff’’—just like that; chilly as a lemon ice-cream soda—“ Mister Huff,” I said, “I’ve taken the full course in motor repairing at the Y. M. C. A.,”’ I said, “‘and I guess I’m not going to have the ears scared off me by chuffing a car round on city boulevards.” Burkett got it. Tickled him stiff to see me call Huffy. He said: ‘‘ Let him have it, Huff,” and walked off.

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“I Wonder if You Expect an Intelligent Stenographer to Waste Her Time Listening to Your Misspellings of Inappropriate Words"' And do you know, Huff never even looked at me! Too everlastingly crushed to let a single yip out of him. Just said, “I keep the key in this box with the rubber bands,” and turned his back on me. Honest, I was sorry for the poor zob, having it put all And that was one sweet little darling of a car And say, Mac—now for Pete’s sake, don’t go Huffy never got onto it, and of course I was always careful of the machine—but say, maybe I didn’t ittle joy-rides in that sedan with Sue and Sim Jenson and Sim’s girl! But’s aying, I saw there were bad times coming. It mz I really wanted to glom onto that job for keeps. TI ere ’s pay don't over him. that sedan telling thi have one-two nice I was ide it ore ome knockers in this burg—course I never to ‘em; there’s some folks that it eem as if they could be happy without they’re off their faces and trying to get somebody in and way I figure it, it’s beneath a fellow’s dignity but there’s some hammer throwers in this li that say I ain t steady and that I don’t hold onto jobs. And I wanted to show ’em I could keep t and I liked Burkett. Not wishing Huff no harm, still I figured out that in the course of time I could just neatly lift the old job off him, and with me as manager the rental department would show a little speed, and Burkett and me would get along like a coupla sun- beams in the merry springtide, ho! And I had a swell five-dollar room at Ma Stirner’s, right next to the bathroom practically, and there was a dandy d get breakfast right round the corner, and me a ; engaged, you might say; and, believe me, if there’s any prettier telephone girl in town than Sue just lead me to her, that’s what I say! you see, I was settled down like an old ladies’ home, and I wanted to coax the job along. But I saw there was going to have to be an understanding between Huffy and I, and one of two things—either I’d up and quit, or some- time when he got just a little bit too flip I'd make him eat his words. And now I’m out of a job and Sue don’t hardly know whether sure-enough engaged or not but, Mac, verything. other girl I'll ever look at besides her. When I go to New York—J figure that there, where they'll appreciate a fellow, I ought to be making five thou- sand bucks a year inside of eight-nine years, and then I'll send for her, and weddink bells! That’s the kind of a fellow | am—count on And she’s too swell a city. New York, any attention shooting Dutch; to notice ‘em; ti] ] le ole hamlet nis one, crab’s joint where I cou d Sue were thick as thieves So seem to we're and her through e I'm going to stick to There’s no on, you joyous me to stick. skirt { yr tl that’s her cla 3ut— well, ’s I was saying, I guess about the scrap I had with Huff, not counting lot of times and I let him have it right back, you bet—second row was over that punk stenographer, you know her, that Tillie Groat; stuck-up little nit; can’t write “‘cat’’ without getting too many Z’s in it, and the way she wears her hair, prissy stuff, parted in the middle like she was a saint—some all right! Worse temper than old Huffy himself, and ignorant as a Finn lumberjack! Trouble started: I was nice to Tillie same’s I am to everybody — you know bow I am, Mac. I guess maybe l| bum econd real he was sarcastic saint, SATURDAY EVENING POST jollied her a little, but nothing but a little fun, you under- stand, like calling her Millie the Monk and Willie the Catawampus, and things like that—you know how I can make up funny names for people—I don’t claim any special credit for it, just comes natural. Did you know I was the first one to call Huff old Huffy? Well, it used to get Tillie sore. She thought I was trying to be flip, and she insisted I had to call her Miss Groat. “Sure,” I said; ‘“‘you got the right idea, sister. Us highbrows is long on the formal stuff. All right, kiddo; I'll call you by your full name mit the handle on it.” And then whadyuh think I called her? Miss Goat! Sa-a-y, maybe I didn’t have her wild! Then bimeby I kind of got to liking her. Me and Sue had been having a little spat, and I will admit Tillie looked good to me, though I can’t say I care much for those skinny, serious dames with no pep and fun to ’em. Neither Tillie nor Huff got a sense of humor, and whatever ails me, I do have one elegant sense of humor; it’s just natural with me. Don’t you think a sense of humor and the ability to see your own faults are the most necessary things a fellow could have, Mac? Well, ’s I was saying, I didn’t care much for Tillie. But I could see she was getting moony about me, and one time I sort of patted her on the head something the matter with the way her hair was fixed. But, my heavens, just kidding her—same’s I would the Queen of Patagonia if she walked into my office! But Tillie—it does beat all Hades how seriously these dames can take themselves and any little thing a fellow says to ’em—she goes and gets an idea I’m making love to her, and she gives me to understand she’s all plenty en- gaged up mit a young dentist out in Rosebank, and will little Ray can the flirtatious chatter? And she didn’t think I was such a much-a-much anyway, even if | was her superior, and she'd take made out like there was “Mer my dictation, but she wouldn't take my lip and—man, you never heard anything like the way she threw it into me! I mean, she thought she was handing it to me. But Lord, | never paid the slightest attention to her squawking, ‘na rabbit! Well, that got me kind of irate —her having the gall to think Ray Moller would think of fall- ing for her. Why, say, when I marry it’s going to be like Sue, that can put up a front anywhere! And I'll back Sue to kid any of these sassiety wrens up on the Boule- vard and get away with it to a fare you well yes, and in New York too, and just between you I, Sue thinks I’m the candy kid myself! ‘All right, Miss Goat; we'll strictly what was it said now? Oh, it! ‘* We'll just observe no more somebody with class, Sol ay observe office eti”’ yes! Sure; that was business etiquette,” I says And I did. When she made a bull in my letters maybe I didn’t her for fair! She'd gone and asked for it, hadn’t she? And then— you remember how it was? I had toshare her time with Huffy and two other sales- Believe me, that was some punk arrangement. It cer’nly did use me a pain to have to sit round waving my feet in the air waiting for Tillie to get through with Huffy’s long-winded dictating. Why, say, that fellow Huff may know a little something about rea! estate, but he’s so plumb illiterate that when he tries to compose a letter he Fletcherizes his words this: dear—uh—dear sir—In reply to your—in in reply to your favor would say that the house regarding no, cross that out, Leave it bawl out men. to give like “ Dear—uh reply to your uh—that—uh which you ask about is Miss Groat. Make it, is the way it was.” Oh, it used to get me him, and me al! ready to sling out a nifty little epistle if I could just get hold of that scrub stenog. Well, after our talkee-talkee, blamed if Tillie didn’t try to take it out on me by deliberately putting the other fellows’ letters ahead of mine, and if I spoke to her about it she'd do the injured innocent and pipe up: “I’m very sorry, but I finish Mr. Huff's mail first." Oh, gee, girls, aren't we the snippy little schoolma’ams! I could of slapped her! But I got even wasn't long on vocabulary and I don’t want to toot my own horn or anything, but I will say that all thro almost practically in high school | pt it all over the class in used to read The Merchant of Venice aid I could spout it like a it anything else I certainly So ‘stead of giving her wus accustomed to from I'd gabble off something would say that—uh still unrented still available. No, no! imply wild to have to listen to have to she very igh my two years two year English, and | aloud. The English teacher regular actor, : aven’'t ge have got a three-ring vocabular a lot of lowbrow junk like she Huff and the other roughnech like this: “Dear Sir: As te and refinements « further details regarding the many if apartment mentioned, would Page 78) elegancies Continued on “T've Fired This Wants to Fire Me How About It?" Burkett,’’ I Says, Yahoo But I Guess He Instead and Take My Job.

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e | i ef ‘ ‘ } the } ire n elve ‘ ( h a om ‘ he ha will ake e f ! the ‘ heet inde e head of Pre ‘ | Kleect em cold, remote 1 ine eque And a ve those who awaken to the fact that we have been making a national decision ther than that of choosing «a new ehief occupant for the White House ire going to ge lives when the real punch of this col lateral and almost noiseless ballot is delivered to their inner conscious nes Those who are headed to receive he full force of this shock belong to the mug cla of city dweller who live without the slightest realizing s¢ e that they have any per onal relation to the farn And the extent of this metropolitan public, whose members wot i detine wheat a omething old on the Board of Trade and milk as a costly tluid left on doorsteps, is ama ne Go course the towr and the citi ire full of men who have core from the counts ind carved out careers in the great industrial and social center who could, on a pineh, tell a head of barley from other cereal samples in } k if they were allowed to finger its whisker but the ed with which these transplanted farm boys can forget their direet economic dependence upon the fruit of the farmer's toil is somewhat surprising. Hlowever, they are heduled for an excellent opportunity to recall that dependence when the returns are in fromthe farms this fall You may not beleve in fairie but this is the big polit American citizens pin their faith to raw ballot One of the biggest and most important of thi re nder Federal auspices, and its results make the question nto the White House next March k like a side issue it least to those who still retain a il season when all raw vote dential year has just been taken [who is going to move fact that foodstuffs are grown heoretical knowledge of the farm not in grocery stores, markets and milk depot 3. The Scarcity of Man Power 4 pwr traw ballot, in the form of a nation-wide survey by the Department of Agriculture, reveals the facts that the productive punch of the farm is being sapped by the atiable demands of industry and that if this leeching proceas is not stopped before long agriculture is going to he bled white and the frolicking city dwellers are going to yp the cabaret jazz dance Where is the food? Fortunately the Secretary of Agriculture is long enough to inquire: a man of enough vision to se at the big job right now for his ompel the people outside of agriculture , open-eyed thinking on the subject of otherwise this riculture survey on the it in farm production and its causes would not have beer mac Possibly the fact that he discovered, von after taking his chair, that industry was raiding hi flicial household and taking scores of his ablest lieutenants, at ilaries which hi appropriation handicaps did not permit him to pay, may have helped to a livelier realization that ® same process of depletion was taking the pep out of the farmer and wing down his productive capacity THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ite Lights and aL ex ta ‘By FORREST CRISSEY Cai May 29,1920 There are many other things which the haul of this great dragnet has brought to the sur- face which could be studied with great profit by the busy and impor- tant men at the heads of chambers of commerce, com- mercial associa- tions, booster clubs and labor unions not to speak of city mer- chants and house- wives. In this haul, too, there is special food for thought forambitious pros- ecuting attorneys whose favorite idea of a safe and sure way of mak- ing a showing has apparently been to climb to great- ness as the cham- pions of the baby’s milk bottle. “Get after the profiteer- ing dairy farm- ers,’ has long been a favorite slogan with city prosecutors and officials generally A patient perusal of the returns of Horse-Drawn Combined Harvester in Fietd, Eastern Oregon When the administrative head of a great organization confronts the fact, as did Secretary Meredith, that his loss of valued men in the fiscal year is more than 12,000—- not counting those who were removed or dropped as tempo rary — and that they were absorbed by industry at an aver- uge increase in salary of fifty-one per cent, it is not strange that he suspects that industry is out on a raid. In a single bureau of the department 17% men went out. Of these the alaries of 158 were known, and these represented an aver- age increase of $4340, or 339 per cent. But the Secretary of Agriculture must get his pay-roll funds from Congress ot from a board of directors of business men—and consequently he must stand the gaff as best he can, in spite of the fact that the pay roll of his department is very likely the best protit producer in which Uncle Sam's money is invested But the American farmer doesn’t have to ask Congress for an O. K. to his pay roll or for running orders, either, which is one reason why his attitude toward the raid of industry on his man power and his decision on production for 1920 are matters of direct personal concern to every man, woman and child in America, and more than justify a special straw ballot involving the sending of thousands of letters and telegrams to Uncle Sam’s trairied corps of reporters on crops and agricultural conditions throughout the country Reduced to their least common denominator, these thou- sands of reports show conclusively that farm production is this year going to suffer a decided slow-down the farmers are going on a strike but because the city has robbed them of their man power and they cannot help themselves; that thousands of farms are being entirely abandoned as to operation and thousands of farmhouses left empty of tenants; that other thousands of farmhouses serve their main purpose as overflow dwellings for indus- trial wage workers who cannot find housing accommoda- tions in near-by towns and cities; that almost innumerable farms will be only partially worked by their owners, who are too old to go into the factories and plants to reap the harvest of high wages that have drawn their sons, daugh- ters and hired hands into the zone of the bright lights; that farmers have been feeding the wage workers and the rest of the world at less than a living wage, at least in the latter-day definition of that term, and that farmers gen- ally are decidedly tired of working twelve and even fifteen hours a day to feed industrial workers who limit their own toeight hours and receive a wage that looks “‘ beyond the dreams of avarice” to the tired, plugging tiller of the soil. not because t day this agricultural straw ballot may suggest to these metropolitan make-a-showing prosecutors that if this pastime of hunting rube scalps is continued much longer the family milk bottle is likely to be abou as scarce an article on the doorsills of city apartments as are bottles of Old Scotch at the present period of national drought. Unless I read this straw vote with a prejudiced eye the dairy farmer is about through with his morning and eve ning finger exercises over the milk pail unless he is permitted to make at least as good a wage for his thirteen hours of tuil as a sixteen-year-old boy is paid for eight hours at the treadle of a factory punch press and this without any more pestering Indictments or profiteering back talk! A Canvass for Facts ND the industrious business agent of the union, whose motto is also ‘‘ Make a showing,” might do worse than to fix his thoughts for a moment upon the future of the lowly milk bottle and the man in the cow stable Before he decides to give the wage jack another turn he might well pause to consider whether it is going to be the last squeeze that will burst the can of the milk supply for his own family and the families of his union brothers. Still another fact revealed by this country-wide survey of agricultural conditions is that the farmer has been pro- ducing pork at a loss. If the antihog sentiment among farmers is not checked by prices which yield him at least a shadow of profit the sedentary porker seems doomed to become a rarity in the feeding states. But first for a bird’s-eye view of this coast-to-coast examination of the situation and the attitude of farmers toward production! Here is the situation as seen by Dr. Henry C. Taylor, now chief of the Office of Farm Management, Department of Agriculture. It is not a snap judgment, a casual opinion based on haphazard evidence. His foundation of fact is the mass of reports sent in by thousands of experienced crop reporters all over America whose judgment and vision have been carefully tested. The dragnet which brought in these intimate data from every important agricultural commonwealth of the country consisted of about a hun- dred telegrams to state directors and field agents of the Coéperative Crop Reporting Service and to the directors of extension work in state universities. The state directors of the crop-reporting service sent telegrams and letters to their official crop reporters through- out each state calling for an immediate report, covering

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SATURDAY their localities, as to the attitude of farmers toward increasing or reducing production, and the reasons for their attitude. In some states 1500 or more of these urgent inquiries were dispatched; in virtually every state the state director had several hundred careful reports from trained observers on which to base his own analysis of state conditions. Doctor Taylor’s Opinion N ORDER that the opinion of Doctor Tay- lor, as based on this nation-wide report of local conditions, may be taken at its fair valu- ation it should be said that probably there is not in America a sounder or abler master of agricultural economics; that until very lately he has been a farmer himself—and a very successful one, too—and knows the problems of the farmer at first hand. From the vantage point of a survey combing the whole country this able economist says: “The farmers of the country are not up in arms. They are pushing steadily ahead and producing what they can. They show a fine spirit. They also show no more than a reason- able amount of prudence in limiting operations to what they find themselves in a position to handle with some hope of a reasonable return. Since 1918 wages have been rising very much more rapidly than prices. This is likewise true of the cost of all the tools and machinery which the farmer has to buy. During the war he was using machinery he had bought at pre- war prices. He is now having to replace much of this at an advance of 100 per cent over old prices. Thus when the farmer is buying the — EVENING POST 17 paid for his services as any other member of society using equal skill and energy in produc- ing the things which are wanted. That is all the farmer asks for. Who would deny him this?” Now for another expert and wholly inde- pendent view of the food-production situation as revealed by these thousands of reports from all over the country. Leon M. Estabrook, chief of the Bureau of Crop Estimates, is Uncle Sam's specialist in this line of diagnosis. His batting average is high and his forecasts have given him the confidence of farmers, traders and food-product manufacturers over a long term of years. Mr.. Estabrook this terse diagnosis: makes “The supply of hired farm labor in the United States is only 72.4 per cent of a normal supply, which compares with 84.4 per cent of a normal supply a year ago, indicating a decrease for the year of nearly fifteen per cent, notwith- standing that wages are fifteen to twenty-five per cent higher than they were last year ac- cording to reports received in the Bureau of Crop Estimates. least believe they are unable, to meet the com- petition of cities for such labor. Inasmuch as crops cannot be produced without labor, Farmers are unable, or at such a situation cannot fail to have an effect upon production and therefore have a tendency to maintain high prices for farm products.” Eight-Hour Farmers ” OT only is farm labor scarcer than usual but it is less efficient, according to reports of farmers generally. Those who are attracted product of the city man he pays at least double the price he paid before the war. Likewise when he hires help he pays double the price he paid before the war. “Is it not obvious, therefore, that he should expect to receive double the price for his produce this year as before the war? The objection on the part of the consumer to paying this price discourages production and will tend to limit the supply, with the well-known effect upon prices. There are those who believe that we are permanently on a new price level. But during the period of unrest involved in making the adjustment of prices of all products to the new level, or in case we are not on a permanent basis a readjustment on the basis of the old levei, there is grave danger of suffering due to uneven production. T. BILLINGS, RACINE. WISCONSIN A Modern Tractor Mows, Rakes, Loads and Hauts Your Hay, But Won't Eat a Bit of It “Fortunately the farmer is not in a state of mind to strike and leave the city man without a product. He is going steadily on doing what he can with his own hands, and I think anyone who knows the situation will not blame him for being conservative about investing more than $100 a month in cash and board for hired men who, under unfavorable weather conditions, may not be employed in productive labor much more than half of the time, and the product of whose labor is wanted by the consumer at a price below the cost of production. The time is ripe for the city man to recognize that the farmer should be as well to towns, cities and publie works get more pay and work fewer hours than they did when on the farms, and those who remain on farms are demanding shorter hours also. There is wide complaint among farmers of the eight-hour movement. “The total acreage in crops will probably be reduced, though not in the same proportion as the reduction in the labor supply because the farmers themselves, with their families, are exerting practically their full powers. Culti- vation will be more extensive— that is, less than formerly. More land will be put into grass and crops which require a minimum of labor. Crops will be less intensively cultivated than when labor is plentiful. The farm-labor (Continued on Page 127 intensive Patouse Wheat Fields, Washington

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er D THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ERELICT ISLE May 29,1920 By Elizabeth Frazer ILLUSTRATED Br ARTHUR D. FULLER Al Tale of Reconstruction : ~ Ps » _ . ~ ADAME CECIL, queen of Derelict Isle, was debat- M ing within herself a problem. It was a hard prob- lem, a desperate, desolate problem of harsh re ality good friend of hers—a moment, less than ten feet way from her particular gay, flag-draped corner of the volving the licide of a very friend who at that very barracks wher e dispensed wine and wisdom to the derelicts of he realn il pu hed bac < from the big cen- tral eating table, his wooden leg stretched upon a chatr, his leather leg stuck out straight before him like that of a fat, overstuffed sawdust doll, and with his thin face alive with merriment regaled his comrades, ex-poilus and derelicts all, with jokes which kept them in a constant roar of laughter. He was, in fact, relating to them the night ulventures of one Monsieur Revenant, the ghost of his wn leg, who still haunted the battlefields and by all ‘ ints was a very naughty fellow indeed Ile was in fine form to-day, Monsieur No Legs Pas de is affectionately nicknamed hin He Jarnle as his frien did not look in the least as if he contemplated suicide, or inv other hocking, uncor ventional escapa le On the contrary, in his faded horizon-blue tunie, with his curly blond hair standing on end, his blue eyes shining with gayety and his thin cheeks tinged with color, he looked like a jolly tousled young recruit, flushed by the good wine i I le of him the rude jokes of his comrades and the joy of physical life surging warm and strong through his veins. But his leg one wooden to the thigh and the other with a great leather contrivance strapped about the knee—the two canes by his chair, the heavy violet shadows beneath the unconquered blue eves and the dee p vertical furrows on either side of the smiling mouth revealed the fact that this young Frenchman belonged to that vast forgotten irmy of derelicts, strong, which the war had cast ipon the shores of peace, wrecked, battered, broken, and then lef to creep bac to life It was plain that among all that company of comrades gathered at the table there was none who suspected that Monsieur Pas de Jambes had made the fight of his life and had lost that fight. None save Madame Cecil, watching ] him furtively out of the tail of her eye as she chatted now millions or to die. with one now with another of the men as they lounged up to her counter for a smoke or advice upon their work in the fields, uspected that Monsieur Pas de Jambes, sitting there so young, so supple despite his disability, cigarette in hand, blowing one smoke ring through another smoke ring and watching them through smiling narrowed eyes dissolve into the ever thickening air, had already made his ren- dezvous with death, had said good day to the world and was even at that moment coolly deliberating how best to shatter down the solid door which separates this present actual world of pain from the hypothetical next one of joy. To Madame Cecil, who knew him well, this decision was written over him big and clear, like an afternoon commu- nique of disaster, but to the others his gayety was the It resembled the average com- “Nothing of importance to signalize upon this portion of the Front.” But Madame Cecil knew better. She knew that his moral resistance had at length caved; caved after months usual, the normal thing munique from a quiet sector “You Lazy Devil — You're Getting as Gross as Kaiser Guillaume. A Good Soldier Should be Thin"

, * “a £us? --— ° of torment and savage resistance. Fi- nally he had succumbed to despair, and this sudden burst of joyousness, un- feigned and spontaneous though it undoubtedly was, rose from his deter- mination to give his comrades one final celebration as a farewell souvenir. Convinced of this by innumerable small signs and incidents which had piled up in the last three days, ever since his return from Paris, the problem which Madame Cecil posed to herself was this: If he in- tended to commit suicide, what was she to do about it? Prevent it? How? Say it was the act of a coward, a deserter? Say that to Felix, who wore the Croix de Guerre and the Medaille Militaire and had been cited before an army corps for distinguished courage while under a raking fire from both French and enemy machine guns? Tie him Dissuade? Implore? Weep? None of those things would answer with Felix, her infal- lible instinct said. Life had cut him too deep for that No, if he did not confide his intention to her it was because And more than that, it was because he felt she had no right to interfere. This was his very own particular affair. For the past three days Madame Cecil had been trying to get through to his isolated and determined spirit; trying to make him confide; trying to break down that wall of impenetrable reserve behind which secretly he planned his assault on life. But all her attempts had failed, like a barrage which falls short. She had not reached him. Intrenched in his own decision, Felix had not budged; he had not even let her see that he knew she was aware of his intention. Not aword, not asign, not a flicker in the gaze of those unfaltering blue eyes Madame Cecil sighed as behind her counter she washed up the small half-pint bottles in which she sold wine. She never had a sufficiency of those small half-pint bottles petites demoiselles, the men called them—and she was for- ever washing up the empties as they were returned, in order to keep up with the demand. She washed up half a dozen petites demoiselles and stood them bottom up on the counter to dry. And all the while, without conscious volition, her mind marched wearily round and round this wall of silence which Felix had reared to keep her out, seeking some breach, some weak spot by which she could win through to the inside where his soul sat on guard, terribly watchful, poised, alert In this affair Madame Cecil was not altogether single- minded in her desire to save. Arrived herself at tranquil middle age, her experience with life, with disillusion and pain, had taught her that beyond a certain point no one could help another. Beyond a certain point each soul stocd alone. Up to that point love, sympathy served. Beyond it nothing served. One went on alone—or one refused to go on at all. And Felix had refused. Well, and had he not a right to refuse? Certainly, if ever a mortal had a right to rebel, to go on strike against the fantastic cruelty and irony of life, Felix indubitably had that right. What had life done for him the last four years but strike him down again and again? Each time with incredible up with a rope in his chair he did not intend that she should interfere stamina he had risen up and stag- gered on. He had fought at Verdun, / on the Somme, in theChampagne, on the Piavi, and had participated in the sanguinary fiasco at the Dardanelles. His body bore the sears of seventeen wounds. A vet- eran, he was not yet twenty-five. And now this past month had come the final coup de gréce. During the war, on the Front, when a Frenchman was mortally wounded and no surgeon or anesthetics near, it was the custom of the men to put their agonizing comrade out of pain. One merciful revolver shot. One clean bayonet thrust. There was the case of Henri. Henri, a young sergeant in the infantry, during a futile French attack on the Chemin des Dames, was struck in the chest by a shell. His comrades, assaulting the fatal heights, rushed on. They were repulsed. The German tide swept them back. And Henri’s friend, his copain, in mad flight across that field of death, suddenly felt his boot caught, tripped and looked down. It was Henri, his copain, kneeling, bathed in blood, his arms wound round his leg. “Name of God!”’ murmured the suffocated voice of the dying man. ‘Finish me! Don’t let them trample me!” And his comrade had stayed his retreat long enough to stoop and put his comrade out of pain. Tales like thi Madame Cecil had heard by the score. That was the code of the Front. When human torment rose beyond a certain height, became unendurable, it was deemed justifiable to make an end thereto. Well, Felix had arrived at that point. But instead of calling on a comrade he would achieve his purpose by him- self. Knowing his character, Madame Cecil divined he would give it the appearance of accident. He would acci- dentally fall from the station in front of a train, or he would blow out his brains tinkering with an empty revol ver, or he would take an overdose of sleeping potion. Ah, there were scores of ways! And nobody would ever suspect but herself. Madame Cecil was cruelly uncertain whether as a good friend she ought not permit him to depart in peace. A good copain would do that. What right had she to sentence him to such pain? First the amputation of one leg; then the other knee gave out; finally the domestic tragedy Her mind, marching restlessly round and round, paused before this aspect of the situation. What was his little feather-headed wife’s name? Lisette! Felix and Lisette! Well, devil take all butterfly-brained demoiselles like Lisette! Hard as the cobblestones over which they tripped in their high-heeled boots! They turned the world upside down for a whim. And yet by a fatal perversity it was nearly always the Lisettes of earth who snared the best men. And so before the war Lisette had snared Felix. “She is a little Greuze, madame,” Felix had said, showing her the photograph of his wife. “Jolie! Jolie! Mon Dieu, comme elle était ravissante!”’ And this charming little Greuze was his wife. She played the piano. She sang—like an angel, madame! Before the war they went to the concerts together; and to the opera—hand in hand, like two infants. Felix and his ravishing little Lisette! He loved the Hérodiade. She loved Thais. And they loved each other to distraction. But Madame Cecil had no doubt, even in those first dewy days of wedded bliss, which one of the two loved best The Lisettes of the world, the little Greuzes, the jolies, jolies petites filles, fresh and fragrant in body as a rosebud, do not trouble themselves about love. What does a rose, or a Lisette, want with a heart?

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST In the tranquil days before the war Felix and his little Greuze had tripped about Paris hand in hand or arm in arm, to musicales, to open-air concerts under a pale radiant sky; and Felix had showered her with gifts, flowers from the Madeleine market—he worked as music firm hard by—sweets, fascinating negligées, jewels, theater tickets, everything on earth that a young account- ant who dwelt modestly in the Faubourg St. Antoine could think of to express the passion of beauty and joy which flooded his life like a sun. accountant in a Then came the war and blotted out his sun and moon and stars. First it took his right leg. That he lost behind the Somme lines, down in a stuffy abri, where by the light of a candle the commandant, looking like a deep-sea diver in his British gas mask, amputated his leg without ether, and Sergeant Felix had borne it with a grin. ‘’* muttered the commandant as they bore off Felix on a brancard But Felix did not care—much. In those days one was a lucky devil to escape with life. One was twice lucky to escape blindness; thrice lucky to escape the loss of both legs or a frightful facial disfigurement. So Felix reasoned that he was a very lucky devil indeed. For there remained still his other leg, and both his arms and his eyes and his face. And also there remained Lisette. So he still pos- sessed his sun and his moon and his stars. Never was a gayer patient in the wards. Then his other knee petered out. Then Lisette went back on him. That little Greuze had not been equipped with a heart. She began to grow indifferent, petulant, cold. Nothing he did could please. She complained that she could not endure the annoyance, the shame, of dragging him along on the streets. He with his two canes. ** Brave garcon was so slow, so clumsy And the grotesque twistings of his body! It took ten min- utes, before gaping crowds, for him to mount the steps to the Opéra. And forever halt to mop perspiration from his face. Then down fell his two stupid canes and Lisette must stoop and collect them for him. It was disgusting, clawing about in the gutter It took y foot, Zo by he must the ears to and taxi, Felix the voiure, lor canes go anywhere by could not for who was to haul out of He would do better to stay in his chair! It was about this time that the firmament of Felix began togrow shaky and showsigns tney in and of disintegration, and he had the sense of holding up the sky with his two good arms, picking up the stars one by one as they fell and pasting them back into place. But they fell out more and more. At first he could not believe his stupendous, his unique He not little Greuzes misfortune could that are made without hearts. He perceived that he put her into a nervous frenzy of went tap- tapping clumsily on his two canes, or dropping these two believe irritation as he aids as he paused to wipe away the perspiration which trickled down into his eyes. She said little, but her eyes, her gestures spoke volumes. She grew more sullen day by day. Felix, who was in- telligent, decided for the present to sit still in his chair. But the forced im- mobility tormented his body and ravaged his nerves. Nor was his burden light- ened by seeing Lisette trip off to concerts with some comrade who still retained his legs and an eye for the Greuze type. Chained to his chair, he fought off the fits of depression, the cafard, the black butterflies which settled down on his soul. At night, when his maimed leg grew cold in bed and the tortured nerves q 1ivered “Pauvre Madame!"’ She Murmured. and throbbed, Felix had wild nightmare dreams. He dreamed that his leg, whicl amputated behind the Somme lines, came forth from its anonymous grave and searched for its master over all the battlefields. This devil this imbecile of a leg, vowed Felix, walked like a gho every chill night. Up and down the battlefields it searched, was Along the Somme, the Chemin des Dames, through the mud of Flanders, down on the Piavi, on the red, drenched plains of Saloniki, that dirty pig of a leg went stumping, stumping, carousing with dead men, marching through snow and mud and blood in the black night, seeking its its mate. And the worst of it was, declared Felix, that instead of making his campaigns alone, this villainous Monsieur Revenant, this Monsieur Ghost Leg, must needs drag him along too. And who wants to go campaigning every night after campaigning every day for years? *Twas disgusting! dirty pig! What did Monsieur Revenant take him for, to drag him out every night? Ah, he was a very pretty profligate, that Monsieur Revenant! And traveling as he did by night and in the dark, nobody got onto the fact that he half a man. He swilled in every low pothouse, he kissed every jolie femme, he cursed like a marine, and he had a colle tion of naughty chansons that would do credit to the demoiselles of the Folies-Bergére. In short, he was a drunken, swaggering, disreputable salaud, this Monsieur Revenant, un grand diable, whom he, Monsieur Felix, was excessively ashamed to be connected with, even in ghost land. talking with ghosts of comrades, laughing, master and Species of an oyster! Species of a was only “See! How Frightfutly Pate She Is! Wanted Her to Go Away, But She Would Not"’ For a Long Time i Have this comrade specie of ar upor the Have you seen my ‘What regin »” ‘Two Hundred Twenty-fifth Infantry ‘What name * Felix eroux copau I have i sergeant I am his searched for him this long tim And once, declared Felix, thi on his trail trenche met up with some pals. Mons Had they see lost his right leg, this copai Monsieur Revenant before Verdun He had ieur Revenant put his cus got It was in the n aught of his copa n of yours? tomary questior “Has he a burly: poilu Monsieur Revenant cried out eagerly: It was or "asked “O right leg the Somme, I was at the thigh with him, you comprehend, and boches were helling our lines Le ales bru The shells we three | out of thi re breaking ten meters away ‘We'd best shal And he replied, ‘’T behind quare After Where, ther lines I lay aid to my copain, worse And just ther pluff!—a shell And did you see him? a ho pital behind the Somme the salle, in the nit me tnat knew no more next bed even, with a bullet thr ! Through the lur gs, eh? You were lucl king without doubt ! Tonnerre de Dieu! Runt that day And as I rar betweer Rotter atta We were all I felt a the shoulders ing away! sudden! blow Not brutal, you comprehend, b swilt ne ting of a bee It death, that ting, but I didnot know it at the time. I ran or Presently I stumble, fall, fetch up bright red blood, and the field, my) tree sharp, pricking, monsieur, be gan to running comrades, the swam round me in a red to in the ho pital friend where I lasted out the week They stop the hemorrhage. And there you ! Oh, yes, I that comrade of y« mist I came beside your couldn't remember urs very He was a bizarre type An original. What do you think was the first postal he sent to wife after hi Just one line well! his amputation? ‘They have cut off one leg.’ That’sall! When thedoctors to fool with the re- ing member he sent a began mall seco! d po tal: ‘They've be- gu And will uu believe it, monsieur, he on the other.’ made me laugh not half at hour before my time came And did you say he re covered?” ‘That I You understand, I lost sight him. I do not know. 1s that a leg, Monsieur would stump up and dow! those dead and col attle fields, accost other , drink and carouse and palm himself off fora and the copain of pergeant Leroux. It was for did an e@\ re putation even nar intolerable not like t« one » bear among the dead. These Odysse \ of Mon- sieur Ghost Leg, Felix would relate with grim humo! the mornings after twhnen hi He Lisett« haggard, deep viol leg ha would hig? In bed them to ows beneath | would ease him hi chair ch out | tend thir hand Continued on Page 173

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20 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST The Leaven of the By WILLIAM ALLEN WHITE Seoanintress May 29,1920 ers overnight, because } the owners and the miners could not agree upon wages. He sent five thousand troops and as many volunteer miners into the dis- trict and mined coal for the publie good and at a profit—and distributed it in his state, relieving suffer- ing and breaking the coal strike. And the people of the United States rose as one man and called him blessed and began talking of him as a presidential possibility. More than that, this same Henry Allen was the lad chosen by Theodore Roosevelt in 1912 in the Republican con- vention officially to lead the bolt and bid good-by to the Re- publican Party in its own house. And he did it with such éclat and enthusiasm that he swallowed his predi- cate In one sentence and hurled at the moss-covered, graven images before him a whole forty-word sen tence laden with ex- quisite sarcasm that would no more parse than it would fox-trot. ‘ of ( to er. ¢ t i i Le | ‘ l } f he f e Re | Pa y He ‘ iul opt ip! I | bn lam a cle e to the Re pu Natio il C4 ‘ { rt ti ‘ rf i elected It tt ( al fight for n elect a lel evate ind Dp mar irried tl ) ird ! hive to one m town | three to one ind om in| nt t more than ten to one Instruction for me were eu ed In nine out of te runtie n ' district and | w elected | the unatr ! i ite of n ad tr ‘ ent n Before the district cor the little Kansas country paper which carries the ha Palit of my polity il view had contained — rlicles upon the i ou pre idential it didates, indicating the good points of General Wood, reit erating faith in Hoover etting forth the courage and optimism of Johnson, viewing Harding with alarm and Lowden with distrust, while coming out with an enthus ism yenerall egarded as somewhat Pickwickian for Gov ernor Allen of Kansa No attempt was made to duck or traddle an ue or to hide any preference. So much for the present. Now for the past Passing the Word to be Careful | HAVE served the Republican Party in my town, county ind state as ward committeeman, as county chairman, as Republican state committeeman, and once for a few brief, inglorious da in 1912 1 was Republican national committeeman from Kansas, which job I resigned an hour before the nomination of Mr. Taft to become Bull Moose national committeeman which job I raised the funds necessary for two state campaigns from Kansas Bull M ooser without accepting any of the money which came from the National Progressive Committee. Going back into the Republican Party, I was chairman of a sub- committee of the Allen-for-Governor organization which financed the primary campaign for the present governor of Kansa This campaign enabled Mr. Allen, while he was in Europe serving his country, to be nominated without making a speech or even writing a letter, in a hard-fought primary contest in which he carried one hundred out of one hundred and five Kansas counties Now these facts are set down not in vainglory, but to explain that what shall hereinafter follow is not written bya pink-cheeked retormer who is trying to build a world of cream pulls above what he considers the decaying mudsills of a lost humar Still there is a ‘ he her hand.” The gentle reader must not get the impression that my mouth always has been agape » take whatever treacle of program the Squeerses of politics might pour in. My short way in politics has been sloshed through a sea of spilled beans. in politics always there abideth these three—the giant at the top of the bean stalk, the giant killer at the bottom of the bean stalk, and the bean spiller, always more or less on the toes of bot! To get at the n ary to tell the tory of how one delegate was elected, for that election ome manner must epitomize the story of the election Republican Convention at the Coliseum, Chicago of most of them. And this means Democrats as well as Republicans, for the party system and all its infernal gantlet of caste, conservatism and ritual is fastened upon both parties. And the grotesque and gorgeous nonsense of it all provokes a laugh in both parties, which laugh saves the Republic. For if we ever really, honestly, in our heart’s core as Americans, accept it seriously we should go mad or revert to barbarism. The organization is a self-perpetuating institution, hard and at times inflexible. Public opinion moves it slowly. Delegates to conventions are selected largely of the organ- ization, by the organization and for the organization. And these delegates go to conventions to do the bidding of the organization, which is guided largely by an instinct of self-defense. Contests for delegations too often are con- tests of factions in the organization. So the whole business of party organization—in both parties—becomes a cult, a caste, an estate in government. In the Middle West the primary has crippled the organ- ization somewhat by allowing citizens to vote in primaries who have not registered in the party. But the crippling is not universal, and in years of doubt and confusion and small partisan interest, such as this year, the organization controls, unless someone goes out with blood in his eye to do it to death—which is, after all, the greatest outdoor sport in the world. The announcement of my candidacy for delegate to the Republican National Convention this year came with the public announcement that the organization desired me to enter the race. Then naturally came words of warning from my friends, as for instance, from Governor Allen thus “Now,” quoth the governor to his friend girding up his loins for this race as delegate, “‘do be caréful!”’ Adding further, for my soul's good, that the other fellows, meaning the conservative Republicans, had small sense of humor and could not appreciate the free, glad way in which one is sometimes tempted to tell the truth about their owlish eccentricities; that this is no time to emphasize the in- stability of property rights which are affected by public use; and finally, beloved, that the chief end of man is to lick the Democrats. And mind you, the ink was hardly dry on the order of the Kansas Supreme Court literally confiscating to the public use in an emergency every coal mine in the Kansas mining district, and the governor had asked for the order. Yet this spring he breezes into the cam paign in the Fourth District in Kansas and says ‘“ Do be careful!"’—not in sorrow exactly, certainly not in anger, but in affectionate admonition. Such is the fear of freedom which party regularity puts into the human heart. Nor is this all. Going out into the county I found that in every township the party organization was pale with fear lest something intelligible should be said. Ike Herdling, committeeman in Hancock Township, met me at the front door of the bank in his town, took me to the cashier’s private room, went back of that to a storeroom inhabited by a broom, two empty boxes and a wrecked adding machine, dust-covered and hoary, and after locking the door Ike looked all round and whispered: ‘“‘Say, be careful! Don’t get us into trouble! You know we just got to elect the county commissioner in this district or the Democrats will get the board.” Mr. Rankin File Gives His Orders S 1 AM getting the county printing from the Republi- cans, and have that gratitude which is a lively sense of favors to come, it was hardly necessary to call attention to this strategic necessity for caution. I thought I might be trusted to look after that need for circumspection. But Ike wanted to make sure, so he went on: ‘“‘ Now whatever they do up there, let’s us be ready to take it. It makes no difference who they name for President; what we got to do is to elect Payne commissioner, and we can’t do it with a split ticket. So let’s take what they give us, and keep regular.” Up in Fremont Township, where there is a budding candidate for county treasurer, the same reaction of the leadership was apparent. The seven-devil lust to elect the county ticket was whitening the faces of all the committee- men and all the workers in the party. They wanted regu- larity in Chicago and a full courthouse in Emporia. But moving among the folks I found no such aspiration. The citizenship came stomping into the Emporia Gazette office demanding that something be done. Mr. Rankin File is in no docile mood. He told the candidate for dele- gate to give them a two-years’ respite before establishing compulsory military training; to get the high cost of living reduced if it took a leg, meaning at whatever cost of exist- ing economic establishments, and to get peace and forget it. Opinions conflicted violently about the League of Nations, about nationalization of railroads and packing ~—_= om ws

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 21 houses and the like. But these issues are alive. dike to discuss the m. As for leader, but by People presidential candidates, probably Wood was no means in the majority. No one had any- thing like a majority of public opinion, but for second choice Hoover was extremely popular. Probably he had a second-choice majority of considerable proportions. But the big difference between the voters and their leaders lay in the way in which the leaders played everything in pianis- simo and the folks played it fortissimo. They are as con- fused as Babel, but emphatic about it. The organization is scared stiff, and afraid to admit it. Spe the rank and file of Republicans wanted results, wanted relief from the miserable economic which the incompetency of a stupid Government had wound about them. The leadership, clear down to the grass roots, wants a regular Republican, one who will be acceptable tothe Republicans of the strictest caste. And Party it is the same way. The whole organization of both parties is set in the cement of caste— party caste. aking tar gle in the Democratic Unrest That Wants Efficiency N 1910 an insurgent group inside the Republican Party, composed more or less of party leaders from the grass to Washington, rose up and overthrew the Cannon in the In 1912 the same organization i composed of small party leaders in both partie turned out the reactionary Republicans and over- turned the Clark machine in the Democratic National Cor In those days insurgency permeated the leadership of both p To-day insurgence without leadership, large or small, is working in the hearts of all the people. It is making for confusion, for inaction, for political paraly But also it is breeding a volcano. Chiefly ypular unrest wants efficiency. It is not e that it is seeking change in government toms. It wants brave, constructive American Government as it is, the American civilization as it is constituted, and work out a livable, status so that the devilish dance of death revolving from one set of impossibly high prices to set will cease; so that the honest, thrifty workingman need not fear poverty in old age if he edu- cates his children in his manhood; so that the capitalist need not fear to venture forth upon new seas of enterprise, 1 and that the skilled laborer with his head or his hands, the roots orga! House. ! zation n botl partie vention. irties. forms or economic cus leadership to take the ) equitable another higher mechanic or the professional man, need not suffer between the grinding millstones of rising living costs and the lower- ing value of his invested dollars. It is the belief of one delegate to the national convention who has been out among the voters that they are not in- tensely interested in presidential candidates. Indeed they are cool toward political parties, though they do feel that upon the Democratic Party rests an intolerable burden of blame for the present snarl of our American institutions. So naturally if there is no change in the political status, and if the people have nothing else to vote for but two mean- ingless parties as they are just before their national con- ventions assemble, the folks are going to hit the Democrats such a jolt as will make the Republican defeat of 1912 look But that is not what they want. They want something real, some real man, some real, unequivocal program, some definite promise of concrete performance, and not the tiresome clanking brass and tinkling cymbals of the party claptrap. And at this writing in spring, just before the big political battles in Chicago and San Francisco, party leadership in America is stone blind and stone deaf. Both parties are playing the old game. “What good would it do the Democratic Party to take this man Hoover?” declares your Democratic statesman who knows that his party is doomed. “Suppose we did elect him—he doesn’t know the organization. He would go into each state and name a lot of business men and engineers and experts, and what would become of the party?” And the Republicans have a sadder answer: “Why should we throw away victory now that it’s in our hands—waste it on a rank outsider who hasn’t iden- tified himself with the party? Let us have someone who is a product of our institutions!” Which, being translated, means someone who has been county attorney, district judge, congressman and then either governor or senator; someone who has climbed the slippery ladder which too often has disguised his real feelings, his real aspirations, his real self, and has built about him a sheet-iron mask, tattooed with cheap maxims, stupid homilies and false issues that have no relation to the situation. A dozen candidates of both parties have been speaking two or three times a day all spring, and what has been said? Balanced sentences, elaborate insignificances, a fierce fe-fo-fi-fumism to hunt ’em out, stand ’em up and shoot ’em down. The Red has taken the place of the un- speakable Turk in the list of those whom it is safe and like a tie vote. popular to abuse. But no one of all the horde of presi- dential office seekers running up and down the land seems to have realized that the Red is an economic problem, an engineering job, the product of seasonal labor, unskilled, congested labor, ignorance and an exploiting system which twists men’s brains and drives them crazy. As deporta- tion is the only solution for the Red menace, so putting people in jail is the only solution offered for the problem of the high cost of living We have a problem of governmental waste and extrav- agance which has increased taxes to undreamed-of propor tions, yet an indignant Republican Congress has been in year, and the problem of waste and extravagance still looms in the campaign a spectacle for the two groups SeSS1OT a of Pharisees to quarrel about; one group declaring that the other did not stop it when they had Congress. started it; the other answering that the accusers The Reaction of Partisans ND here's the trouble: It’s the Pharisaism of the parties. American. The socialists who were expelled from the New York legislature were put out for placing their party creed above the public welfare. But about the only thing which branded them as typical Americans was their typical ur For millions in all the parties unconsciously place party above country. The reaction of the bitter partisans the candidacy of Hoover is well in point who obviously would make a President equipped for the great work of the hour relations and our economic reconstruction. Yet would rather We have become more partisan thar Americanism of both parties to Here was a man extraordinarily our international the lead ers of either party defeated than name Hoover. They that he is not any party’s welfare except as it incidentally is for the country for the party to thrive. They realize interested in well realize that after he had crossed himself and bowed before teamwork his ardor for the party would be vastly cooled, while his zeal as an American would rise. They understand thoroughly that the independent vote which would rally to Hoover would not be interested in his policies, and that the inde- pendent attitude of mind would govern his course in the presidency. And so even though there is a strong minority in the leadership of both of the old parties fairly perfect ac- cord with the which Mr still Concluded on Page 77 thing Hoover believes in, 7 Aer a i © , Rady finest ] “ ’ 2. er oa Inside the Coliseum at the Last Republican Convention

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Swedemn’s World of THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Position in the By IRA N. MORRIS AMERICAN May 29,1920 New MINISTER TO SWEDEN the disturbing ele- OR thetwelve tice a ve ible wave ol aft America ea wu t the i a i i r drawn by eopening ol ade rout para ed for five yea t wa In the ! ¢ ial mael t " there have ‘ many wrecked ‘ erprise count I incial ¢ ( and ruined nterest and . hat the sto ibsiding it leave initswakean alter math of bitterne and misunder! tanding. It ha peen a ear of re mirkable and be wildering event these neutraistate ments on all sides that the course of commercial and social intercourse has not progressed more smoothly. To-day, trade is almost at a stand- still as the result of chaotic exchange rates and finances; but a glance into the immediate fu- ture opens up the brightest vista of history —a new era of vigorous and healthy activity in every phase of in- tercourse between the western nations and thesmaller but equally ambitious countries of the east. New trade routes for passen gers and commerce are in the process of development; new means of com- munication will place the Stock- holm banker in ind esper ill to cle Her pe. ple ha itched ivalaxy of new re pul mut i ‘ ( [thes i { Pople all ta ng upon themselve node of government ew and strange to this part of the y ld Five years ago the whol of Russia was under a despotic rule, and south of Swedet la) the greatest of all militaristie empire Gone! All lost in a sudden giant convulsion, but here in the midst of it Sweden remains almost unmoved, a con- stitutional monarchy with a Socialist cabinet, the first, Typical Waterfall Onty Partly Harnessed I believe, ever formed in the world without bloodshed. The smooth running of this difficult combination is a tribute to the tact and progressiveness of King Gustaf V, who has steered his government alike between the rocks of war and the shoals of anarchy, a feat deserving great credit in days when dynasties have fallen like houses of cards. Even while the political earthquake was in progress the wave of traffic from America started, and it is due to hourly touch with the men of the far west. In the course of a few years Sweden will be producing and trading with America in a way hitherto business considered impossible, For those of us who have been closely ig touch with affairs over here it is plain that a mutual understanding must be developed, and old wounds allowed to close as quickly as possible. Each national unit in the Oid World is of vital importance to America, and none more so than s Paes Stockhotm's Industrial District is Easily Accessible for Small Craft

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 23 of Sweden and her Scandinavian sis- ters. They are curious peoples of an old civiliza- tion, but just as progressive and capable of great future achieve- ments as any of the newer coun- tries. They have had a new birth politically and economically. During the lat- ter months of the war I stood in an ancient Swedish church where all of her kings have been buried. From the vaults beneath the stone flooring the body of one of the early Swedish mon- archs had been exhumed. There before me on the moldering cata- falque lay the shipment , goods that had apparently been lost on this side. The instructions given this repre- sentative were merely to go over to Scandinavia, trace the missing and next This never shipment take the boat home firm had gone in for export and it only through the exi gencies of the war that they had produced one shipment for a Scandinavian purchaser. The directors of the firm had never even considered Scandinavia market was Being a business the firm’s entative | een man repre took a look about the Scandinavian mummified body of Sweden’s great hero, Charles XII, the wizened, leathery features still bearing a strong resemblance to the once living face. On either side of the head were holes where the fatal bullet had passed through while he was leading the Swedes in combat against the Norwegians. There had been much disagreement over the question of whether the bullet that killed the king had been fired by the Norwegians or by one of theking’sown men. It is doubtful whether the question can be satisfactorily an- swered even after the exhumation of the body and the evi- dence of the photographs that were taken, but tomethesight of the old warrior’s body carried a different story. The past, typified by the disintegrating body, is dead; the present is alive, active and progressing toward a future more glorious thanany dreamed by this heroic figure of another generation. New Business for America HE whole course of events in the past two centuries brings present position of unusual power Her close alliance with Denmark Sweden up to her for such a small nation. The Royal Family of Sweden and Norway and her position in relation to other countries in Europe, and to the Western continents, make her an exceedingly important factor in the period of reconstruc- tion. I am anxious that the great body of Americans should understand these things and not come driving east- ward with the idea that Sweden is frozen up for ten months of the year and that her commerce is limited to one or two months in the summer when the inhabitants dig themselves out of their snow huts. The business men from America who have come to me in recent months have shown clear ideas of Sweden’s posi- tion geographically, but they had an entirely false idea that it was merely a country of transit and that her future was in no way involved with that of the United States. They know that a great and profitable market lies to the east, but they stop not to study the great communicating links between that market and America. A few months ago a large Western American factory sent a representative to Christiania to inquire into the fate of a After he had located his countries missing goods he proceeded to Stockholm, and in the course of three he cabled back to the Middle West- ern factory the largest single order the firm had ever week received, and mentioned casually in his closing words that lying about which him to there were a score or more such orders he would be glad to investigate if they wanted remain on this side. The Nation’s Possibilities HIS, of course, is looking at the question of Sweden’ position in the world from a commercial viewpoint, but in great, ever a more wsthetic bilities are equally and she offers an interesting study from almost possible angle. In the matter of siz pared to California, which has an area of about square miles and a population of about 2,500,000 Sweden has approximately the area she ha what more than twice as sense her pos ze, Sweden may be com 158,000 While ume sore many people and to make the (Continued on Page 72); Royal Opera Viewed From the Entrance to the Palace, Stockhotm

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST t's a Long Turning vil HEN thegreat god Freedom and lhit- Man- New le Obadiah nt< the ILLUSTRATED Br Worm Tha By Ferdinand Reyher HARVEY May 29,1920 Has No having already acquired the Gotham gaze, his pocket was picked. Not much left in it to pick; merely the last of twenty- DUNWN

airland the at | together ad left y out o and hills other Obadiah w tired them er the ip in ome ad broken from h he god Willow River, i He iotropian f r Rubi ed hi m cuttled hi I burr bridges he impersonated u zephyr in a town that he o eyeclone cellars and in other mixed-metaphorical nounced: “Good I'm wa at by, Heliotrope City, through!”’ Now he was tired He emptied hi of several ut wads of paper the unexamined mail which Mrs. Mansions had brought home the evening before, the last batch he pockets comfortable They were was ever to get from be- hind the old combination of “One after M, between Dand BE.” He stuffed the whole business into the lit- tle antique alligator bag, down with the literary ap purtenances of the de funct Independent Producing Refining Company. He had the whole blamed there in and company right that litth eninery, Mr peltag tract, hi bag oil ma- Blade's Dup- own tract, one hundred per cent con- trol and everything Hie went to leep until the ond train town oundly; reached the se¢ beyond Fairland Junction. Czechoslovakia then cap- train, and the hugest Obadiah had ever seen crowded into the seat beside him and flat- tened him against the win- dow Behind, the great god Freedom was being sat near- tured tne Slav upon by two other two Heliotropian dollars was taken from him by the city which is the pure essence of extract. He had put the check for his little antique alligator bag in his pocketbook that morning, and this, too, was gone. Obadiah could see no way by which he could get back his assorted socks, tie with the yellow diagonals, police-and-fireman’s penders and his one hun- dred per cent control of the Independent Produc- ing and Refining Com- pany and his yesterday’s mail, without the bit of cardboard. He was It in the game called Manhat- tan Tag. Presently he wandered into the long waiting room of the Grand Central Sta- tion and sat down in the middle of an unoccupied row. Now the great god Freedom had accompa- nied Obadiah all that day through his tour of Man- hattan, but it must be con- fessed that the great god Freedom can be a trying companion. Lots of people refuse to believe this, but despite them and their excellent rights to an opinion of their own ’tis so. If you have a few other boon comrades to occupy you daily from nine to five, let us say, the great god Free- dom is a gay old dog to go off on a bat with now and then; but as a steady diet he’s as nourishing as a life spent on a merry-go-round or shoot-the-chutes. After Obadiah had sat for one hour and twelve minutes on the granite wood bench in the drearily vast waiting room he was sick and tired of the great god Freedom. He wished sus-

Balkan problems, a heavy heavy stops squat one and a tall one Three beyond the garlicky giant got out, to swarm along with a thick drift of high-priced labor pouring across a brown field toward a cluster of chimneys and conical brick build- ings. Thence to Manhattan Obadiah slept foot firm and re nely He unkinked himself and picked up his bag. He wanted to get rid of this the first thing. He was seeking the ulti- mate in sweet liberty, with no encumbrances, and in the course of events he found himself before a checking counter where they gave him a cardboard check for ten cents and his oil corporation, yesterday's mail, the blue tie with yellow diagonals, three collars, two shirts, a set of underwear, razor, handkerchiefs, a pair of police-and-fireman's suspenders, all except the dime being equally surrounded by an old worn alligator skin. He unlabyrinthed himself out of the station eventually, but when he stepped into the streets of Manhattan he was For all the real comprehension he brought to bear upon the subject of his there, then—he might mooning round in the after effects of some powerful drug. The melten excitement which had streamed through his little veins and turned him berserker in the twinkling of an eye the night before was now replaced by a buzzing narcotic He was in the position of a man who has three assorted socks and still in the stage where he didn’t know it presence have been day madness lived through a realized it yet. soul-revising series of events and hasn't There He Sat, the Hick. Anything in Six Figures Looked Like the Eiffel Tower to Him Men there are who have captured machine-gun nests single-handed, and taken it for granted; taken the Vic- toria Cross or the Croix de Guerre or the Medal of Honor for granted; even taken their old jobs back for granted. And then—one night— months, years perhaps, afterward they suddenly come to in the dark; come to, out of the shock and stupor of the heroic into the realization and incredibility of the everyday. And then they don’t take it for granted; in fact, if they are imaginative men they flatly refuse to credit themselves with any such fantastic cir- cumstance. They rise in bed and say—or have even been known to cry out in the night: ‘‘Good Lord, that wasn’t me!” Unless they are mental prigs as well as physical heroes, and then they say or cry out: “Good Lord, that wasn’t I!” All that afternoon and evening Obadiah enjoyed the sensation of doing nothing; it was some sensation for him too. He looked in shop windows; he ate in a restaurant; he studied the posters in front of the movies; he dodged death at a hundred street corners; he gaped at the Ele- vated and the cornice lines; he watched a woman demon- strating a brand of cigarettes in one window and a man demonstrating a darning-and-patching apparatus in an- other. At precisely ten minutes past eleven o’clock by the chronometer in the jeweler’s window, at which he had stopped to look at something he wasn’t interested in, for his bed and his hose fact’ry. He wished for anything to which he was accustomed. He lusted for the power of performing any of a dozen of his old habits, such as winding up and setting the old alarm for quarter after six and depositing his thin shanks between a clean thin blanket and a deep soft mattress. And yet wild horses couldn’t have dragged Obadiah back to Heliotrope City. He longed for the old, and he didn’t. Slightly sooner than others come to it he was in the hang-over stage of New York City, and when he became cold sober he would be ready to think clearly. That's all there was of it. But Gentlemen and ladies! Have you ever sat penniless, dis- heartened, stranded and bewildered in a railroad station through the night? Sat slouched on a hard bench? A bench whose shape at first seemed designed to conform to the contours of the human frame, but with prolonged acquaintance proved itself a fiendish contrivance having its origin in medieval instruments and devices for tor- ture—second cousin to the Iron Virgin; stepson of the haircloth; daughter-in-law of the rack and the wheel. Have you sat upon that adamant punisher of mortal flesh through the crawling, elongated hours of early morning, spasmodically stabbing your elbow into space for an inch of leaning place which is not a slipping place? Have you ever longed for a peg to hang your growing feet upon in easeful posture longer than a minute, and avoided the accusing all-searching eye of the patrolling attendant as

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you persistently refused to catch the two-two for Cock- aigne, the three-three for Mirage, the four-four for Lolly- pop and No, by the time the five-five for Elysium had left you had been put out. But you are sturdy self-reliant cusses, built probably on the all-English nonperturbable plan. Imagine, ladies and gentlemen, if imagine you can, the sensation of Obadiah Mansions in the magnificent dungeon of the Grand Central! A man doesn’t change from the meekest of the meek into spirit brave and fit for any daring in one night and day. Not if the conclusion of the change is a bench in a railroad station with the eye of the patrolling attendant alight with invitation—invitation to leave. Only. two things sustained Obadiah through this night. The first occurred shortly after one o’clock. He thought of J. Merton Blade, that finest type of big American, and progressive genius in the oil game. He thought of him as the chuckling possessor of $110,000 of Heliotrope City cash, which Obadiah had paid for, been baited, bullied, broken and bamboozled for, discontinued housekeeping for, resigned from Heliotrope City for, and was now trying to snatch a minute’s sleep on a railroad station’s bench for. Obadiah was not for Mr. Blade from that moment on. He began to think of Mr. Blade in- tensely, with an accompaniment of the same growing blood pressure which had turned him into a miniature combina- tion of Gabriele D’Annunzio and Jim Jeffries on the preceding night. Worst of all, the more he thought of Mr. Blade the further and further did his dream of Val- paraiso recede from the dominion of the probable. At twenty-one minutes to five by the station clock the second thing occurred. As he was concluding his three thousand and twenty-ninth shift on the cast-iron bench something dropped from him to the floor at his feet. He leaned over and picked it up. It was the check for his little antique alligator bag He had not put it into his pocket- book after all; where he had put it he did not know, but sufficient for the promise of a new interest in life thereof, here it was again. And somehow, it was an omen to him which brought Mr, Blade within reach. Obadiah got up and walked past the prowling attendant, who was now headed straight for him. He evoked a cadaverous youth from the bowels of a cave, raftered and columned with metal tiers bulging with suitcases, valises, doubled raincoats, emigrant bundles, umbrellas, stuffed duffel bags, farm produce, tool boxes, packages of gold bricks, wrapped-up bombs and parcels of anarchistic lit- erature-—all the apparatus of living which the amiable human race stows away in its station checking rooms at ten cents per twenty-four hours. The cadaverous youth approached the counter, walking sideways in his dawn sleep, swayed hypnotically for the check which Obadiah held toward him, and staggered out of sight into the recesses of the cavern again. Eventually he reappeared with a monstrous suitcase with fat side bellows like a puffed-out accordion. He seemed incredu- lous when Obadiah insisted that the portable van wasn’t his. Also he out and out regarded Obadiah as a helluva crank for not taking it and letting it go at that. He must have been overcome by lugging it back, knocked out into slumber in some secret niche in his cave, for minute after minute passed and silence reigned and no youth reémerged. Suddenly next to Obadiah a hard-blowing heavyweight materialized, looking as though he were either just off the earliest train in from Stamford or about to catch the ear- liest out. He banged on the metal covered counter with a tightly rolled newspaper and sent a barrage of racket rolling into the parcel grotto. The cadaverous youth drifted slumberously into view with Obadiah’s little antique alligator-skin bag. He made three separate and distinct efforts to give it to the fat man. The fat man wanted none of it under any condition; in fact the third time he fairly knocked it out of the youth’s somnambulistie clutch. It was plain to see that the latter was utterly worn out with the petty and self-willed types he had to deal with this morning. Disgusted beyond anything in the line of comment with the incomprehensible vagaries of human nature in the early morning he was just starting back again with the little bag when unintelligible but beseeching noises from the direction of Obadiah drew his attention. Hope flickered in his eyes. The little guy—the little bag! He shot it upon the slippery plate of the counter with a mechanically expert twist which sent it sliding kerplunk into the middle of Obadiah’s front. Then he staggered off. Clutching his hard-won righteous possession Obadiah backed away from the window, gulped for breath, and stood for a moment in the center of the corridor way, confused as to where he should go. As he turned, his attention was pulled back to the window of the checking room by a furious belloW from the stout party. The THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 25 cadaverous youth had dragged the gigantic blown-out suitcase forth to another unwilling customer. The suc cessive idiosyncrasies of the human race now altogether overwhelmed him with something sublimer than anger Infinite sorrow was in that faint shrug of eternal forbear

ance with which he turned him about and philosoph- ically tugged the young storage house after him. Anyhow, what was the use? Nobody seemed to want the damned thing that morning! Obadiah walked round and round the station in t out. Seemingly the only way it could be done his efforts to ge was to buy a ticket, get on a train, alight at Yonkers or Poughkeepsie or some place, and walk back to Forty- second Street. It hadn't seemed so difficult to get into New York the day before. But then a crowd of professional guides had been flocking out of any number of trains, which presumably hadn’t begun to come in yet, and he had just followed them. Finally he came to a darker open ing, which seemed to promise things ahead. He slipped past a cute little house that stood by the path leading into the opening There was a violent rapping on glass behind him, and language. Obadiah turned. A man whom he had not noticed was in the little house and he was calling Obadiah back for conversation. It appeared that he wanted to sell Obadiah a ticket. Obadiah couldn’t understand why he needed a ticket to go out on the street. Of course New York was notoriously expensive and all that, but there’s a limit. He explained this all timidly to the man, who began to behave insultingly. He glowered at Obadiah and in the course of a series of unnecessarily forceful remarks which followed, Obadiah sufficiently recovered from his bewil derment to glean certain directions that in time brought him to the upper floor of Forty-second Street and Madison Aven ie Presently he found himself in front of the library. He absently nodded good morning to the stone lions and mounted to a bench on the terrace. Here he opened his little alligator-skin bag The first thing he came to was his mail. There was a holiday plenitude of the usual communications from strangers solicitous about helping him get his oil corpora- tion into shape, tax declaring, stationery, advertising, legal service, filing cabinets, and so on. He discarded them all. There were old trade journals, two numbers of Continued on Page 151)

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26 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE MAN FROK By Henry Payson Dowst RALEIGH x HE great Lafayette Jordan sent word to Messrs. Eggleston and Dabney that he thought it about time they reported progre in the matter of the Ashaluna purchase ‘What'd I tell complained Eggle won't e us for da I J | a bull on end, then roar Ke 1, Dat tor “Old bene V hav t kept him he learn l Dab he unsup private . at a huge des} we top was furnished with the plainest of gla inkwells, pens and blotter free from of busine wa figrure Hi upported a massiv head hair, nut Ww holly any other evidences broa ered with tron thir Ti CON a trifle parted closely trimmed meticulously in t middle Ile owned a don int at whose bridge 1 pair of bushy black yvebrows from beneath whicel hi restless light-blue eye with what hi ret peered out enemies called cold His friends, however, insisted that L. J from and that he was a genial but kindly Of hi there could be not hadow of doubt tified to his f good works, as measured kindness L. J. If the bk aching bones ferocity was far ferociou soul, hrewd hrewdne the slightest Large charities te philanthropy by dollar standard oft ition are evidence of ferocity L. J. was indeed a His pathway across the far-spread plains prove was the t-hearted man alive, of the oppe ruthles of finance wi enemy marked by many a skeleton. here was a certain vast calm upon the craggy counte- nance of L. J. when in repose that reminded one of a rough- in granite Hie wore no beard, save fora parse «dr rOpiIng 10 black that people said he dyed it. This mustache emphasize d rather than concealed the wide straight mouth and slightly protruding under lip taunch rather than bulky. When L poke you perceived well-preserved even teeth that seemed to bite off the crisp short sentences by which he commu nicated to h listeners such of hi expedient to set adrift in a world all too eager to know what hewn ¢ arving mustache The under jaw wa thoughts as he deemed was going on inside that massive head had good cause to be afraid of L. J. His very appearance discouraged any who were inclined to disagree w thi had always found it neces- t judgments. If he made wrong decisions few dared correct him. His habit of thinking independ of others had built up about him an atmosphere of aloofness which he often regretted, and the fact that he eldom talked at length enhanced his reputation for secre tiveness. L. J. would very likely have been glad to take people further into hi ence to invite it People with him. Fi reason he wary to form corre ently contidence, but they were too timid In a long life, therefore, there oul a large contempt for the gen in his pre had grown up in L. J.’ eral run of men Eggleston and Dabney were a couple of smart sharp fellows whom he had found trustworthy and rather effi cient. They knew how to mind their own business and obey orders, Hi swith them were confidential and in the years of their ociation with him they had handled in a satisfactory manner many delicate matters, In Wall Street ¢ ney were L, J.’ had happened just what particular work they were doing given time unless it suited L. J. to allow it to be men of discretion and they likewise knew toa nicety how to camouflage their operations so that were relation veryone knew that Eggleston and Dab men. But no one ever knew until after it it any known. They were them to be doing one thing they if you believed sure to be doing something else. Their association with L. J. had brought them a prestige which resulted in a good deal of profitable business from other sources. If you wished to ascertain the name of their profession you would 1 long and tedious task. They were expert at many izable } retty have thing posse ing no recogt voeatior TLLUSTRATEDO Br HENRY Eggleston had once been an at- torney, ac- quainted with the intricacies of corporation law. Dabney had held a responsible po- sition in a bank. Eggleston, how- ever, did no legal business. Dab- ney neither bor- rowed nor lent. If you were a railroad presi- dent desiring ten . “‘Serry, Sir, But Mr. Duntap Says to Tell You He's Just Going to the Movies, and if it's AU the Same to You Would You Mind Dropping in To«morrow Forenoon as Soon After Breakfast as Possible" millions of new capital Eggleston and Dabney would tell you where and how to get it. If you wished to organize a line of ships to trade with Borneo Eggleston and Dabney’s advice would be of great assistance. They were not promoters; they did not deal in stocks. In their beautifully equipped offices there was no ticker. Yet they were always well in- formed concerning the market. They brought big men together and helped weed out the pikers. They were al- ways making discoveries of new channels for the ships of finance They were free lances of Wall Street, making big money by reason of their brains, discretion and experience, and never investing a ten-dollar bill except for current expenses. There was hardly anything they couldn’t accomplish, and though they appeared never to do anything themselves they specialized in getting things done. They knew the ropes, commercial, financial and—not the least impor- tant political “Do I understand that this Dunlap is now in New York?” demanded L. J. on the morning Eggleston and Dab- ney found it possible to claim a few minutes of his time. “He is,”’ confirmed Eggleston. ‘‘He’s stopping at the Hotel Arthurfield and he’s raising the devil.” “You mean on a spree?” “No, but he’s fiddling with Mogridge and that young Duley.” ‘What Duley?” May 29,1920 ASE “Austin Parsons Duley. He’s nobody and that’s what worries us.” “Marston Duley’s boy. Why do you worry about him?” ‘Because we can’t seem to find out what Duley’s game is. He’s in this thing somehow, but we don’t know where he fits. He may be working for Mogridge.”’ “Hm! What’s Dunlap say? Have you made him an offer?” “Oh, he’s a queer one. churn.” “A what?” “A churn. He wants someone to take his patents and build up a churn business. Says it’s a heap bigger than the water-power idea. That’s because he doesn’t know who is behind the water-power plan.” “‘He says he’s going to know, though,” put in Dabney, “before he’ll do any business.” “You haven’t told him?” “No.” “*T’ll wager he knows.” “Not from us. He wants you —that is, Mr. Brown, our client—to call at his hotel.” “Did you tell him myname was Brown?’ “As a matter of convenience in discus sion. He knows Brown isn’t the name.” “What else did you tell him?” “*We told him you couldn’t be bothered to go to see him.” “Well?” “All right, he said he guessed he didn’t care to do business. Then we offered to try to get him an in- terview with you here and he said that didn’t interest him. I tried and Eggleston tried. He’s as stub- born asa mule. In fact, he doesn’t know whether he wants to sell to our client, anyhow,* because he might not like him.” “What’s that?” cried L. J. “‘What’s whether he likes me got to do with it?” “Everything apparently. only telling you the facts.” L. J. glowered at his two agents as if at a pair of delinquent office boys. “You chaps have fallen down,” he announced. ‘‘ You've bungled a very important matter. If I can’t trust you to handle an ignorant : countryman in the matter of buying x a farm and a little waterfall I don’t @ i He won't listen. He’s got a ’ I'm 4 see where your usefulness lies.”’ L. J. clipped these fateful-sounding sen- tences with those white even teeth. His brows met in a scowl of perplexed displeas ure. The two maintained a discreet silence. “You say this backwoodsman insists on meeting me face to face in his own hotel—and then won't do business unless he likes the cut of my jib, eh?” Followed another period of heavy silence. Suddenly L. J. threw back his head and laughed, a great booming laugh that shook his broad shoulders with an effect like an earthquake. “Like me, eh? I’ve got to get friendly with this fellow and make him like me, have 1? What does he expect? Do I have to chum about with him? Do I have to take him out and go over the cocktail route with him? Put him up at two or three clubs? Introduce him to my family and friends? Like me! Good Lord! Like me!” The financier sobered abruptly. **Look here, you men!”’ he said. ‘‘ Your trouble is that you’re not good salesmen. You don’t know how to deal with difficult people.” “Tt ought not to be necessary to remind you,” said Eggleston as testily as anyone ever dared be with L. J., “that we’ve handled some very hard problems for you, and this is the first time ——” “Something wrong somewhere. What was it you said about Mogridge and that other chap?” “‘Duley? Why, Dunlap dined at the Union League with Mogridge’s man Vail, and we understand Mogridge himself was there. As for Duley, he’s a mystery.” ““You have made a mess of this thing,” scolded L. J. “You should have handled matters so Mogridge and this Duley never would have had opportunity to reach him. I'm afraid you’ve been niggardly in the matter of enter- tainment.” **He won't accept anything of that sort. Keeps harping on his churn.’

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—— ss les -_— =a ye cee —- — —, , LO ieee eee gee . ~ een Ds ae aeenckn ae ee Sma, “All right then; why didn’t you buy his churn with the power rights thrown in?” L. J. paused, for Eggleston and Dabney were exchanging smiles, which said plainly énough: “Will you listen to that? Suggesting things we’ve tried and tried again!” L. J. called his secretary. “Walter,” he said, “have my car at the door as soon as possible.” Then to his agents: ‘‘Do you know what I’m going to do? This Dunlap wants to see me. Very well, I'll see him. I'll go to his hotel—I’ll go now. You'd better come with me. Come along and see if he likes me. Likes me! Good Lord, I'll make him like me! Damned if I think I should have any trouble THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 27 dispute it. My attorney’s looked up the pat- ents from A to Z and I assure you if they weren't all O. K. he’d know it. When you consider the money we shall spend merely to advertise your churn you got no cause to com- plain.” ‘*We're not complaining,” grinned Duley. “We're delighted. And now all we've got to do is to make you a few thousand churns by fall. A small matter, no doubt.” ‘*Many a manufacturer would be celebrat- ing his head off when he made such a con tract,”’ said Silver, ‘‘A ten-year deal for your entire output on a cost-plus basis and twenty five thousand dollars for the exclusive use of your goods. Believe me, it don’t happen every making him like me better than Jacob Mo- gridge.”” Half an hour later Lafayette Jordan, ac- companied by the two faithful but somewhat scandalized henchmen, stepped up to the de of the Hotel Arthurfield. Of the half dozen loungers seated in the lobby a majority recog- nized the great financier. There was consider- able nudging and sidelong staring. “T want to see Mr. Dunlap,” said L. J. ‘*Tell him Mr. Jordan is here.” ““One moment, please,”’ replied the clerk. He picked up a telephone and called Jud’s room. After a brief conversation he returned. ‘Sorry, sir,”’ he said, ‘‘but Mr. Dunlap says to tell you he’s just going to the movies, and if it’s all the same to you would you mind dropping in to-morrow forenoon as soon after break- fast as possible.” L. J. glared at the clerk; then he turned and glared it Eggleston; he also glared at Dabney. Following this he glared comprehensively at the half dozen curi- ous loungers, who suddenly became exceedingly en- grossed in newspapers or—lacking newspapers—the toes of their shoes. Leading the way out of the hotel office, L. J. said nothing. But when seated in the limousine he became ifflicted with a devastating fit of laughter, during which he managed to gasp half a dozen times that he would be damned. Yes, he would be damned! Dabney and Eggleston, fearing that he might laugh himself into a fit of apoplexy, weren’t sure that this eventuation would be long deferred. xI “MVE thousand dollars cash, Mr. Silver,” said Austin Parsons Duley, ‘‘and twenty thousand in quarterly payments of five thousand each, beginning with the Suddenty the Fear That He Might Succumb’ to the Lure of the City and its Environs Gave Place to a Fear That He Might Not first deliveries of churns. That what you understand, Jud?” “Suits me all right,”’ agreed Judson. Mr. Silver, representing the great Chicago mail-order house of Burns, Elkman & Co., sighed resignedly. “I suppose I gotta be satisfied,”’ he said. ‘“‘ You boys drive a hard bargain, but you got the churn. No one can sick, me with this churn‘ you've been to the last three weeks? day hat and stick. **“Come on, Morris,”” he said to a member of the group, an alert little “You got those contracts? Good! Silver and the little lawyer left further parley dor was closed behind them Jud and Parsons Duley was hardly calculated for the limited man whose appearance of shrewdnes The mail-order man rose and reached for his fourth warthy 5 Was enhanced by an enormous pair of spectacles. ‘leased to have met you, gentlemen, and our treasurer will mail your check the moment I reach Chi cago. Now don’t let the grass grow your feet. We can sell your churns faster than you'll be able to deliver em for the next under ” year without When the door into the corri Austin seized each other’s hands and executed an elephantine dance of triumph that space in which it was staged and which caused on the part of the occupant of the room below acute concern for the integrity of the plastering ‘Jud, old socks, you're a wizard. That twenty- five-thousand-dollar-bonus idea of yours was a bird. ” How’d you ever happen to think of it? “Well, one reason I thought of it was because I wanted twelve thousand five hundred dollars.” “You mean twenty-five aid “IT mean what I said. Half that twenty-five is yourn.”’ ““You mean yours.’ ‘Are you correctin’ my grammar or refusin’ money? Continued on Page 86) If it’s the grammar it goes; if it’s the money you make me Good land, ain’t you worked your head off helpin’ ? What have you got for all the trouble Wasn't it you that “Now You Just Look at the Way We Cut Our Staves. Ain't That Simple? Alt Our Machinery is From Stock Too"

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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 Five Cents the Copy From All Newsdealers. By Subscription: — $2.56 the Year Kemittences from outside the United States proper to be by U. 8 Money Urder or Draft, payable in U.S. funds, on @ benk in the U.S o Canedea—ty Subscription, $4.75 the Vear. Single Copies, Ten Cents tries in the Postal Union. Subscriptions, in the U. S., payable Subscri Vear \. funds Boreign $6 00 the imt »be by Draft on « be PHILADELPHIA, MAY 29, 1920 Compromise obviously sincere correspondent irm because our campaign for busi- | constructive legislation has involved he old parties and their partisan leaders; advised voters to disregard party lines fany man with a clear-cut, constructive e shows; and to scrap the old gas motors, run for that in our place ines in favor of modern electric whose sole recommendation is their fitne cone ludes job Our correspondent would try to preach and teach the value of education, yalty, unselfishness and cheerfulness—things which we will need in the years ahead of us"; and that he “would waste no time in trying to destroy the implements which we must use in holding the nation together’’— meaning the old parties, We gladly subscribe to the first or Pollyanna part of this program —in fact it is exactly the dose that we have been prescribing for what ails our national polities, excepting but it that there are times when our smile does come off; seems worth while to examine the implements, to discover whether they can be reclaimed by cleaning and sharpening, or whether the hired men have let them stand out in the rain and the weather until they have rusted beyond repair. We believe in structive purpose, political organization for a definite con- but not for the sake of the organization. When organization ceases to be the means and becomes We believe in political parties, but not in political partisans. the end, it has reached the limit of its usefulness Party loyalty may at times involve disloyalty to the best rests of the country. There can be no compromise the When the good of the party takes precedence over he good of the country we must abandon the party. Organization must stand not only for party but for governmental efficiency. Parties must stand not only for a desire for office but for the ability to fill the offices with big men who are pledged to carry out a definite, construc- When parties talk proudly of the past and vaguely of the future tive program of legislation and administration. they have no future. What Cleveland accomplished is not a suflicient reason for electing McAdoo President; what Roosevelt stood for has no bearing on Johnson’s candi- The Democratic parties do not justify their lack of performance dacy. past performances of the Republican and since the armistice, and cannot excuse a failure to re- organize to meet the future. Gray hairs should stand for wisdom, but they may stand for senility. Age as well as youth must prove up for leadership. All the wise things have been said, but not all the wise things have been done. If one is satisfied with the present organization, leader- ship and principles of the two old parties — we do not know just what they are, though we hope to after the conven- When all is sweetness and light and the old car is hitting sixty without tions—it is, of course, a crime to criticize. a miss, the man who scatters tacks before the tires is deserving of the severest reprobation. But some of the knocking that we hear—-and it is loud and insistent— comes from the engine. So why not have a look under the hood and see what can be done to fix it up? We know of no way to correct abuses, without first admitting them; no way to get good government, except by first cleaning out bad government; no way to have good leaders, unless we first throw out the poor ones; no way to get what we want and are entitled to, except to fight for it and lick or be licked. The record of the two old parties since the day of the armistice is an open book. With the exception of the rail- road bill, passed under forced draft at the eleventh hour, when further delay meant national disaster, the record is largely one of politics, partisanship and buck-passing. Though whenever we lift up a stone and let in the light the Bolshevist bugs scuttle to new cover, we are still marking time when it comes to tackling the fundamental conditions that give them their real opportunity to find listeners and to foment trouble. If a few simple and helpful laws that would dig below the surface to the root of things are beyond the abilities of this Congress, a tem- porary embargo on all legislation would help the situation. Then Congress could put in a profitable and useful six months repealing about half the laws that now cumber the statute books. We are still letting partisan, class and race conditions affect our consideration of legislation. As this is written, the soldiers’ bonus bill is up and receiving official and un- official, public and private consideration. To its merits as a vote-getting proposition a good deal of its support the effect that the finances and prosperity of the country is due; on its demerits it will have on it is properly damned. The retroactive tax bill that is favored by a certain element, entailing large borrowings and forced marketing of securities by those who will find themselves unable to borrow, is simply confiscation of capital and might very well mark the beginning of that panic and na- tional disaster for which our red element is working and to which our economic babes and sucklings are in danger of contributing, even though unwittingly. Ourselves, we think that the Legion is in danger of selling too cheap something that is beyond price. Looking over the party candidates that are now in the field, we find that with few exceptions they are promising too much or too little. We should feel more cheerful over the prospect if there were more expressed determination to do the dull, hard fundamental things. For the next four years must be a slow grind uphill. Any man who can rally to his standard all the fifty-seven varieties of alien and un-American malcontents in the country stamps him- self as a demagogue, because he is making promises that he cannot make good. Any candidate who can get behind him all the rapacious interests of the country is making On the one hand the song of the demagogue is heard in the promises that the people will not let him make good. land, trilling out sweet promises of socialism and confisca- tion; and on the other the deep diapason of the reactionary rolling out thunderous nothings. But the candidate who blows a long blast on the seven-o’clock whistle, calling us all to a full day’s work, who promises us nothing that we are not prepared to sweat for, and who pledges himself and those whom he bosses to hard work and economy in the public interest, with the modern governmental machinery by which alone it can be effective, is making the only kind of speech that is worth listening to or that means anything at this time. The world will be saved by platitudes, not by epigrams; by the dull, the hard and the commonplace, not by the catchy, the easy and the revolutionary. We want a Congress and a President for all classes, not for any one class. Our correspondent is a lawyer. With May 29,1920 all due respect to the bar, a fundamental defect of our Government is that it is dominated by lawyers. Govern- ment dominated by lawyers is no more desirable than government dominated by preachers, or teachers, or farm- ers, Or artisans, or shoe manufacturers, or grocers. We want government by and for all classes, not by a majority of any one class. We want parties that understand funda- mental conditions and that, in office, will pass laws based on them and not give us promises and panaceas. We need men who understand that unless a proper balance is main- tained between agriculture and industry we are headed for disaster; representatives who will. pass tax laws that are based on sound economic knowledge instead of a desire to soak the other fellow; lawmakers who will bring order out of the disorganized chaos of the Washington departments. The old parties are meeting in June and July to deter- mine their programs and their leadership. The questions that they are to settle are questions of life and death for them, and of grave import to the country. If they ap- proach their problems with sincerity and courage; if they sink petty partisan considerations; if they recognize the new spirit of these new times; if they declare themselves fully and boldly, without straddling and equivocation, on the big simple issues of the day; if they offer well-considered plans for their solution and select well-balanced, well- equipped men to solve them—they will open up new careers of usefulness for themselves. The American form of government has been fully tried out and it is eternally right. The American parties are sometimes right, but they are always on trial. They are useful only so long as they devote themselves to perpetu ating American ideals, instead of to perpetuating them- selves in power; only so long as they are organized to transact the public business in a businesslike manner; only so long as they divide to find the best possible solution of fairly debatable questions. Men who are frantically seeking high office at this time, who are pushing themselves for place, are either ill informed or ill equipped for the work ahead. Those who know enough to do the things that need doing, who are big enough to solve our home problems and to clean up our part of the world mess, will understand what personal sacrifices must be made, what hard, dull, grinding work must be done by anyone who hopes to accomplish any- thing worth while for the country. The next President, the new congressman, must have the training of an engineer, the practical knowledge of a great business man and the . determination and courage of a pioneer, to fight off the enemies of his country and to plod sturdily ahead to safety and prosperity. Only a sense of duty, only the clear insistent call of their country will lead the men whom we need to consider office at this time. Will the old parties have the sense to hunt out and bring out these men, instead of the self-seekers and the place seekers? The primal problem, which must always take precedence over all others, and to which all others finally go back in one form or another, is the struggle for existence, or mak- ing a living. The modern term for this struggle is busi- ness— meaning agriculture and that agglomeration of mining, manufacturing and distributing that we call in- dustry. Always the major concern of government, the destruction and demoralization consequent to the war will make business adjustments and readjustments almost the sole concern of the coming Administration. For this rea- son we believe that the country must choose a man of wide experience, with broad knowledge of agriculture and in- dustry—in short a business man—for the next President. Good Scouts UTHER BURBANK probably knows as much about boy culture as he does about plant life and its improve- ment by scientific means. Let his knowledge be judged by a single fine and wholesome declaration in which he sets out the birthright of every ‘American boy who is to be reared under the best conditions: “‘Every child should have mud pies, grasshoppers, water bugs, tadpoles, frogs, mud turtles, elderberries, wild straw- berries, acorns, chestnuts, trees to climb, brooks to wade

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= in, water lilies, woodchucks, bats, bees, butterflies, various animals to pet, hayfields, pine cones, rocks to roll, sand, snakes, huckleberries and hornets; and any child who has been deprived of these has been deprived of the best part of his education.” The largest single agency in the world that uses these raw materials as part of its regular stock in trade is the Boy Scouts of America, which is this week celebrating its tenth birthday by giving public demonstrations of its activities and by taking in fathers as associate members. Persons who have not closely watched the growth of this lusty young giant can scarcely be aware of the stature it has attained or of the tremendous power for good in American life that it has become. There are to-day nearly half a million Boy Scouts under the volunteer leadership of more than one hundred thousand men, who are, in the main, the leading men in their respective communities. Perhaps the most useful scouting to the credit of this organization is that done by its responsible leaders in blazing out new and pleasant trails for boyish enthusiasms. They have attained to a unique success in making play serve useful ends and in linking up native love of outdoor life with the homely, old-fashioned virtues of loyalty, pluck, thrift and kindness. They have made hiking and camp- ing and woodcraft the outward and visible signs of the inward stirrings of manliness and good citizenship. At the tenth birthday dinner of the organization, held a few weeks ago, Mr. Herbert Hoover went so far as to say: “IT do not know of any form of Americanization that pro- duces so real an American as the Boy Scouts program. I am told there are eight million boys of scout age; if we could have eight million Boy Scouts for one generation, we would no longer have an Americanization problem.” The executives of this organization are well within the truth in declaring that the boys of the nation, when or- J ganized into Boy Scout troops, are /; THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 29 recognized by our communities from coast to coast as a re- serve branch of the civic service ready to be called upon in any emergency. Their annual report, just off the press, is a powerful antidote for the trouble news of the daily papers. King Canute on the Job VW" ARE told that practically all gold producers, some Wall Street men and a few bankers who shouid know better heartily indorse a proposal to require users of gold in the arts to pay ten dollars an ounce more for the metal than is paid by the Government for gold bullion that is to be minted. One member of the House is even backing a measure to exempt producers of precious metals from excess-profits taxes. The argument behind these naive proposals is that if gold miners were thus subsidized rising production costs would bear less heavily upon them and they would be stimulated to work mines that are not now profitable, with the result that the output of yellow metal would be ma- terially increased. With more gold—so the argument runs—we should have more credit, more currency, more loanable funds and cheaper money. Apparently no consideration is given to the fact that if the first of these proposals had the force of law our gold coinage would instantly descend from its high estate and become token money like the copper cent or the nickel five-cent piece. That is to say, its face value would be less than its bullion value for nonmonetary purposes. Before the war economists used to tell us that rising commodity prices were due to the increased gold produc- tion resulting from the development of the newer fields. The idea was generally accepted that as the commodity used for money became more plentiful its value would be bound to shrink when measured in terms of other com- modities. In other words, the tendency — with certain reservations and modifications— was to- ward a steadily dwindling purchasing power. “THE BAND BEGINS TO PLAY Most of us think that the dollar buys little enough as it is. The whole world cries out for a restoration of its old purchasing power through the natural processes of orderly deflation, but in the face of this cry the proponents of artificially stimulated gold production endeavor to dam up the high tide of prices and prevent its natural ebb. King Canute and Dame Partington before them attempted to regulate the ebb and flow of the sea Hippocrates, Father of Medicine, who flourished some twenty-odd centuries ago, used to caution his students in words so indisputably wise and so broad in their applica- tion that they might well be emblazoned in letters of gold on the walls of the House of Representatives where they would meet the eye of every amateur tax inventor, tariff tinker and brash member of the Fixit family who rises in his place to hurl a legislative monkey wrench into the already decrepit economic machinery of the nation “ At least,” said this sagacious old physician, “be sure you do no harm.” The country would be better off if this wise injunction were more often heeded, but the House would no doubt deem it a curtailment of its ancient privi- leges if the Sergeant-at-Arms were sta- tioned at the door with instructions to search every incoming member and re- lieve him of concealed monkey wrenches. f

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST PTE third and youngest Fuller, Benjamin, was being hurried along in the swift car which had fetched him from the station three miles He had spoken to the chauffeur only once, tead of turning of the distant when the car the familiar directior ILLUSTRATED OF By Maryse Rutledge CRANK ar JAMES H. May 29,1920 FULLER “Help yourself. John Paul only smokes ciga- rettes.”” His opinion of such an insipid prefer- ence was unmistakable. He waved to a box, over which Benjamin bent with a sudden exclamation of pleasure, as at finding an old friend among formal strangers. ls, sped past the prospering age His question met with ef answer Mr. Fuller ed into his new house last ir.” No one had told him of any felt disappointed, cheated out of his He had 0 looked night new house He oming forward to sleeping that fr ym who °’ wine lean tow his old room ee the He could have borne their gaunt outline now that he had escaped from them. His feeling for his fat ympathy as he re- of those peopled only by No doubt after death, when his had their , the had eemed too large Suddenly he straightened with amar the car werved through ponderous iron gates, flashed by a stone lodge and started to climb a winding concrete road. He remembered the hill as wild, almost inacces- ible. With the trained eye of an engineer he took in the trans- of the the miracle wrought in that heavy ws he could ers of the mills her quick ened Into flected on the loneline empty room family ghost his mother’s two brothers gone eas ways house ment as formation place, rocky land now carved out and limbered into shapes. Here were lawns, gardens, ter- ices, where natural dwarfish yrowths had been replaced by trees of every sort and age, by } formal tatues and fountains f Tudor wings loomed on the hilltop against wintry sky. And there in the great entrance of stone stood 1. T. Fuller, his father, A bulky fur coat reaching to his heels gave him the look of a powerful inimal reared on hind legs. His grizzled head rising above the thickness of collar was bare and bold relief from the gray of stone. As the car drew up Benjamin sprang impulsively, but over the grip of his hand the hard blue eyes of his father did not soften ‘You should have been here this morning,” he said gruffly. ‘Your brothers arrived on the morning train.” “I did my best,dad, but South America is a long way off.” He stared over his father’s shoulder at the open door, through which at that moment a footman was carrying his one stout suitcase. ‘Didn’t expect anything like this, did you? in. Come in.” “I should say I didn’t. Never was so surprised in all my life.” His father looked mollified. The two moved forward together. They were of the same height, Benja- min lighter in build. In the big paneled hall hung deer and moose heads elab- orately mounted; over the door a gigantic pair of antlers spread their polished prongs. Everything round was large and massive, overlaid with gloss. J. T. Fuller emerging from his fur coat stamped about, rubbing his hands. “You should have seen John Paul and Prentice,” he chue kled. “Didn't they know? He had supposed his brothers in close touch with their father’s doings. The old man eyed him shrewdly. “They knew I was building, but they hadn’t figured on Want to go to your room?” A huge stone house towers and massive the jutted in out Come “hey couldn't get over it.” anything like this “So That's the Kind of Girt You're Going to Marry? A Vain, Fly:A bout, Society Butterfly" “Thanks, I tidied up a bit on the train.” He found himself curiously tongue-tied. ““You’re not one of these dudes, are you?” dryly ob- served his father, and led the way into an immense vaulted room opening from the hall. At the farthest end a fine blaze leaped and crackled in a great carved fireplace of stone. The youngest, so like his father in the set of his jaw, the set of his square shoulders, the short, strong legs, stepped gingerly over the brilliant Oriental rugs, heading for the fire. “T can’t get it all yet,”’ he said almost in the manner of an apology. “Take your time.” Benjamin bent to warm his hands. He felt overwhelmed at the magnificence of these surroundings, a trifle ill at ease before the glow of rare stuffs, rare porcelains, the polished surfaces, the heavy furniture which seemed darkly to grow out of the rich tints of rugs. It was dif- ficult to fit his father in such a frame. ‘Have a cigar?"’ The old man was bent on hospitality. “Thanks.” His father had kept cigars in that box for twenty years. It was an ugly object, squat, shabby of wood, ornately cor- nered with silver. “Gee, dad, I’m glad to see this!’’ He grinned at memories of sundry boyish pilferings and the beatings they had cost him. “Yeah,” drawled his father. “T’ve held on to a few things. Remember that?’’ He pointed to a gaudy modern Japanese vase. Beside it on a small table in a corner stood the bronze figure of a newsboy. ‘‘ Your mother and I bought those on our honeymoon. And, would you believe it, I had to fight like blazes to put ’em in here. That fool decorator nearly had a fit. Talked a lot of twaddle about spoiling the effect.” “*T think they’re beautiful,” said Benjamin sincerely. For a moment they stood gazing down at these homely symbols of the past. The image of the mild little woman who had held her family together as long as she could seemed to drift between them in an almost pal- pable presence. “T suppose you wonder why I sent for you?”” The question was abrupt. The youngest son squinted down the long black line of his cigar. ‘I’m glad you did, dad,” he said a little awkwardly. “I’ve felt pretty homesick at times. I always hoped we'd make it up some day. And this being Christmas, it seems kind of natural.’”’ A shyness came overhim. Hands in his pockets, he circled the room. ‘It sure does look like a museum,”’ he said presently. He had struck the right note. “Tt ought to for the price,” his father proudly declared. ‘“‘Two million dollars.”” He twanged the figures out as if he had been waiting for just such an opportunity. Benjamin whistled, gazing about with increased respect. “Tt’swonderful!” He hesitated a moment. “‘How about the old house, though, dad? I'd kind of like to see it again.” “There’s nothing to see,” said the old man, wrinkling his heavy brow. “It’s empty.” “I might run over there to-morrow if you have no ob- jections,” Benjamin persisted. ‘And how are the mills getting on?” His father frowned again, chewing the stub of his cigar. “T’m thinking of closing them down.” Benjamin wheeled about quickly. “Oh, you wouldn’t do that!” he cried. J. T.’s ruddy cheeks went a shade redder, his eyes grew steely. “Why not?” he snapped. “Tt’s too easy,” said Benjamin quietly. “Shutting down the mills when you’ve made a fortune out of them.” “You mind your own business. I haven’t asked your advice,”’ growled his father. The old antagonism between the two blazed up in the big room, which seemed to retreat in dignified contempt from the crude ways of men. Suddenly the old man looked his sixty-five years—lonely and bitter, the grim line of his mouth wavering downward, the flush on his harshly seamed face subsiding. (Continued on Page 32) —

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(Continued from Page 30) had not traveled these many He smiled Benjamir miles to quarrel with his father boyishly. ‘I guess you'd like to wallop me again like you used to.’ ‘It wouldn't do you any harm,” re- torted J. T He stopped short to lister “Here come your brothers It's about time.”’ John Paul. the eldest, entered first with the light-footed elegance of a stout man accustomed to managing his weight grace- fully As he came forward, both hands effusively outstretched, Benjamin had time to observe the foreign quality of his ease, the slight foreign inflection of his voice His you again!” tmote of welcome toa ‘Well, Benj; held just the correc how good to see returned prodigal Behind him, ata port lower pace, ing young man in tweeds of English came Prentice, a loo eut. His greeting was lazier, more casual Grouped before the fire in that flickering light the sons formed a loose unit—unques tionably Fullers all three, yet ubtly dissimilar in manner and expression Benjamin's glow inexplicably faded He had wanted to go out to them in the old intimate way, but somehow him self-con- they made cious. They were full-grown men now, worldly and dis- ) tinguished, though Prentice ° had kept full-colored boyish air. John Paul broke the brotherly circle to join his looks, his good-natured father, who hovered near, his shoulders hunched, his broad head thrust ferward. On be- ing approached he began at once to talk of the house in a loud, eager way which permitted Prentice to sidle up to hts younger brother “What do you make of it all?"’ he whispered idea what the old boy is going to spring on us?” Benjamin gave one of his clear, pleasant smiles haps he’s thinking of getting married again,” “Got any * Per- he sug- gested “Good Lord,” groaned Prentice, “I never thought of that! Look here, we can’t let him make a fool of himself, ou know.”” He seemed genuinely disturbed “IT guess he murmured Ben- jamin. His attention was distracted to John Paul, who on 1 tour of inspection round the room was agreeably holding forth on the Tudor Period “T never would have thought that such fine old things would feel at home in a new house,” he was saying with his He caught Benjamin's eye and moved ‘Over there, you see,"’ he went on, mellow with generations. Everything in every piece has played its part in the ll do what he wants to,” charming smile nearer his brothers “the great houses them has a meaning; history of the family The old man listened intently. “I guess they're not above selling,” he dryly observed. ‘‘Look at those.” He pointed to three large tapestries which nearly covered the ‘I got ‘em right out of you're talking about. They're genuine He pronounced it Goblins. ‘ Eighty thousand Look how the silver and gold is walls opposite the bay windows one of those houses Gobelins.”’ dollars'"’ he boasted worked in 'em. Nothing better in their line anywhere, they tell me.” John Paul shrugged his shoulders ever so slightly. “Necessity breaks down even tradition,” he said with an accent of regret I'm glad you have them, father rhey're beautiful specimens, but it seems a pity that who- ever owned them had to sell.”’ “They should grunted his father. thousand dollars!" “Well, your plumbing is. good old twentieth century broke in Prentice The old man looked pleased He consulted his watch. worry,” * Eighty “Oh, I keep up with the “Say, boys, how'd you “You haven't times.” like to go over the place?" he suggested seen everything yet.” Ile marched to the door, his sons trooping at his heels. His voice became louder, more confident as they went through the spacious rooms. Nothing had escaped him, it would seem, in the putting together of this great house. He had gone into every detail of it and rumbled forth exact information as to the provenance and cost of each He would stop before a picture or an ornament and, his short-fingered, powerful hands suddenly expressive, he would give its history, its points of interest. He had a object He Could See the Oid Man Bitter, ing the Floor, Huddied by THE SATURDAY EVENING POST way of showing these things which made him part of them, binding him up in their dignity. They came at last, on the first floor, to a door before which he paused to fit a key into the lock. Turning suddenly, he faced his sons. “Your mother’s room,” he said soberly. They tiptoed in, keeping close to- gether, shy and silent in that gentle place of memories. It seemed hard to believe that it was not the same room they had known in their boy- hood. There was a mild brooding quality to these familiar inanimate objects, so animate in their associ- ations. The air moved with the maternal presence. It was as if the great house of costly mate- rials receded into unreality before these neat, simple objects faith- fully composed to create an illu- sion of the past. Everything was as it used to be—the flowered rug, now faded, the four-poster bed, the black-oak dresser and therocking-chair by asmall round table with its work basket and Bible, the photographs and little ornaments scattered about. With a quick stir of emotion Benjamin glanced at his father. He seemed to have forgotten his sons. His big head bent, his hands loose at his sides, he was standing staring at the rocking-chair. It was there she always sat, her agile, busy fingers at their eternal mending, her quiet smile ever ready for husband or boys. Prentice, with an instinctive gesture, reached for his cigarette case, but drew away his hand, empty. ** How it takes one back,” mur- mured John Paul. The old man wandered to the window. Then, as if he wished to shake off the gentle spell which lay over him, he trod heavily to the door and flung it open. Once in the hall, his voice boomed with recovered briskness It’s time to dress for dinner. We're going to do this up in style.” “I'm awfully sorry, dad,” 7 Benjamin had to admit, “ you'll Disappointed, Pac« the Fire have totake measlam. I didn’t * May 29,1920 “Perhaps he wants to break into society,” Prentice sug- gested with his good-natured laugh. “But in that case why in heaven’s name did he build in this God-forsaken place?”’ “The mills ” Benjamin began. “A jolly good reason for building somewhere else,” de- clared Prentice. At the turn of the hall John Paul stopped to light a cigarette. ‘‘It’s a pity,” he said in a low voice. ‘‘The house is really too showy. Poor old father! He’s got a few fine things—that Holbein, for instance, and the Gobelins; but the rest ——”’ His gesture was expressive. “Why didn’t you tellhimsothen?” Benjamin flashed out. His eldest brother gave him an indulgent glance. ‘“‘Why make him unhappy when he’s so proud over it all?” They had at last reached their quarters in the left wing. “Well,” said Prentice, “‘we’ll know soon enough if there’s anything up. As a matter of fact,” he hesitated, “T’ve got a little surprise of my own I’m going to spring to-night.” With a flexible motion John Paul consulted his wrist watch. “Better start dressing,’ he advised. “If you need anything, Benjy, call on me. I’m two doors down.” “John Paul's a good sort,’’ Prentice assured his brother as the stout man, nodding in a friendly way, disappeared into his room, “‘ but he’s nutty on art ever since he went to live in France. He collects, you know. All kinds of old things. Give me a trim little yacht. Here you are, old top. Try the shower. It’s fine.” He ushered Benjamin into a large, well-appointed room, and sauntered off, humming. The dining room was brilliantly lighted and decorated. Benjamin darted a whimsical.glance at the liveried per- sonage posing behind his chair. It was enough to take one’s appetite away. The glittering display of glass and silver, the glow of holly stiffly arranged in flat garlands of crimson and prickly green on the creamy napery seemed to accentuate the drabness of his attire, as did the immacu- late appearance of his brothers. He could not help com- paring it all to the simpler setting and mood of former holidays. His father, settling his bulk at the head of the table, jovially ordered: ‘‘Here you, bring on that wine right away.” Benjamin bent squarely over his soup. It tasted good enough, but every time he raised his head he met the glassy eye of the same footman, who seemed ever waiting to snatch his plate and replace it with an empty one. The many and elaborate courses bore but vague resemblance to the old-fashioned menu prescribed by the season. He noticed sympathetically that his father eyed the procession of fancy dishes with gathering gloom. The others, in an anecdotal vein, were trying their best to sustain conversation when the turkey appeared. But what a poor creature it was, deprived of its traditional glory—already carved and thinly dis- posed in nondescript portions on the huge silver bring any other clothes.” “That’s all right,” hisfather ' gruffly assured him. ‘‘ Your room is next to Prentice’s,” he added; and nod- ding with a brief “‘See you later. Dinner at sevensharp,”’ he strode down the hall The brothers lingered before ‘ the door of their mother’s room. ‘*Can you beat it?” Pren- murmured humorously. ‘It's lucky I thought to bring a dinner coat.” ‘*Quite proper, my dear fellow,” approved John Paul. ‘We must live up to the house. And this seems to be no ordinary oceasion.”” ‘Apparently not. We may all be disinherited by mid- night,"’ remarked Prentice with a wry face, taking hold of Benjamin's arm. “‘There’s one thing, though,”’ he said, “it doesn’t look as if the old man meant to marry again. Who'd have thought he had so much sentiment?” “It shows how much he cares.” Benjamin spoke more to himself than to the others. tice He Had a Way of Showing These Things Which Made Him Part of Them, Binding Him Up in Their Dignity platter. The old man bent for- ward to glower at its dull progress round the table. “Say, what d’you call that thing?” he rudely broke out, and staring at the fleet of smaller dishes which accompanied the anonymous bird, he let fall in the sudden silence, ‘‘ Thisis the hell of a Christ- mas dinner!” John Paul caught up the rough edges of the ensuing pause with one of his tactful remarks, daintily lift- ing a bit of white meat on the tip of his fork. Prentice nervously emptied his glass. Benjamin spoke up unexpect- edly. ‘“‘D’you remember our old dinners, dad? That girl we had certainly could roast turkeys. And her mince pies— gee!” He smacked his lips. . “Yeah,” muttered his father, restlessly moving in his chair. He was evidently impatient for the meal to be over. Frowning he _ watched the succeeding courses. Every now and then he rumbled an order, tapping the table with his short fingers until it was obeyed. Near the end, when a blazing pudding and pies had been passed, Prentice, who had been likewise fidgeting in his seat, rose with a sudden dashing air of re- solve. He held his glass high, his blue eyes and full-blooded face turned on his father. “T want you all to drink a toast,” he said loudly. “‘To the sweetest girl in ‘ (Continued on Page 54)

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34 EVERYB The Stuff Roads are Made Of [ir manulacture of modern high- way vehicles has outstripped our ad- Val »in the construc- tion of road ind yet ny ave too few ve- } le to atisfy the present demand for y rolling stock, that rreater effort must be ipplied to the build meat; ng of roads in order that the industrial de ‘ opment of the na- hall no y restr ected No ited fact highwa cost of lin many ye need be de ing better to pro the that reduce the ny Not eggs i a dozen; io were ten cent to-da) are a bargain at y cents in 1eS8 A far part of this increase many greater than i generally up po ed } us beer cau ed in our tem of by deficiencie itional transportatior The mud THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 29,1920 Y’S BUSINESS By Floyd W. Parsons and those containing or consisting of tar products. The com- mon error is to think of asphalt and tar as the same thing. It is true that both are composed chiefly of hydrocarbons and their derivatives, but tar comes principally from the destructive distillation of coal in the manufacture of gas or coke, while as- phalt is a more solid substance derived chiefly from the dis- tillation of certain pe- troleums. The native or lake asphalts of Trinidad and Vene- zuela have likewise come from the evap- oration or distillation of petroleum, though the process has been carried on over a pe- riod of time with Na- ture as the transform- ing agent. Tar and asphalt when used in highway construc- tion behave in totally different ways. Aside from the as- phalt that is produced from Gulf Coast and Mexican petroleum, and that which is de- rived from the native the chief farm waste, a largely responsible for inability to deliver with profit the maxi- mum production of his soil to the consumer. Federal in- estigators state that the waste due to unimproved roads has already reached the huge sum of $500,000,000 annu- \ The y loss of time and labor caused by difficult hauling on unsurfaced highways, if applied to« rop produc- the producer’ early tion, would mean an agricultural army of more than 250,- to increase the output of our farms 000 men All efforts will avail us but little unless we simultaneously speed up © the larger food supply can be moved of the should by all but let us not forget at the ime time that in the matter of transportation our com- road constructior irket rhe means be to ms railroads nation made more efficient, tems constitute only fifteen per cent of public highways make five per cent ible the successful maintenance of the farmer can come with his and sell this produce direct to the on the cash-and-carry plan. The f American cities has pushed the farmers and farther from town; improved highways and trucks will act to bring them closer again to the Good roads add immeasurably to the ilue of real estate and frequently double the productive irea populous communities with food. It is also true that smooth, easily traveled highways will ifford great protection to the country in case of a nation- bined I illway our haulways, while the country's up the remaining eighty Ciood roads make poses municipal markets where truckload of vegetable consumer who buys rapid growth further motor consuming center that can serve our railroad tie-up, which so often has been threatened. trike in England, shortly fter the war, the situation in that country was saved by With our present inade- here in the United States no such " wide During the big trar sportation sand motor trucks, tem of road good highway juate re } of the year when The total highway would be possible except during a short season of warm, dry weather prevails. 1919 for hard-surfaced vt a new high record at $138,000,000, but even expenditure during this large total for than $62 small in comparison with the available 1920, which is stated to be If good roads, therefore, are so national progress, um is road construction in more » 000.000 highly essential to our the ingredients required for highway construction are of no less impor- ta Close observers already tell us that the spending of he recent record appropriations for new highways will be dlepe ndent chiefly on the availability of the necessary raw materials and adequate railway facilities to transport same In going over the from fifty-one of our larger find rat cent e pa reports cities we asphalt was used in constructing 60.) per tone brick, 13.9 per ements An Asphait Storage Yard cent; brick, 13.7; concrete, 4.1; wood block, 4; and all other paving types only 3.6 per cent. New York City has nearly 25,000,000 square yards of asphaltic pavements; Chicago, 19,000,000; Philadelphia, 10,000,000; Los Angeles, 9,000,000; Portland, 6,000,000; Kansas City, 5,000,000; and Buffalo more than 4,000,000 square yards of asphalt streets. When the value of asphalt as a paving material was first recognized the United States was largely dependent upon Trinidad and Venezuela for its supplies of this material. Little by little our domestic asphalt industry was devel- oped, until in 1913 we produced 453,586 short tons of asphalt from domestic petroleum, 114,437 tons from Mexican petroleum, and imported 208,809 tons from Trin- idad and Venezuela. From these figures it is evident that less than seven years ago we were getting nearly twenty- eight per cent of our asphalt from foreign sources, exclu- sive of Mexico. In 1918 our production of asphalt from domestic and Mexican petroleum totaled 1,177,819 tons, while our imports had fallen to 114,686 tons. In other words, we were getting more than ninety per cent of our asphalt from sources of supply in our own country and in Mexico. At the present time it is estimated that more than fifty per cent of the asphalt used in the United States, though made here in our own plants, is produced from Mexican petroleum. The crude asphaltic material is brought from Mexico to the United States refineries in great tank steam- ers, while the crude petroleum from the United States fields is conveyed to the refineries through pipe lines, Upon its arrival at the refineries it is placed in immense storage tanks and from these tanks the crude materials are pumped into the stiils, where they are maintained at specified temperatures for certain periods of time. The lighter oils are driven off, leaving the binding, adhesive asphaltic base in the stills. The petroleum-asphalt industry of the United States has developed into a mammoth business. The largest asphalt refinery in the world, which is located in Texas, Approximately twenty-eight per cent of all the asphalt we manufacture and import into the United States is used for street and road paving purposes Che general public is well acquainted with the proper- ties of such road materials as stone, brick and cement, but the majority of people have a rather hazy idea concerning the characteristics of the principal bitumens used in high- way construction. those made up of petroleum or asphalt, employs 4300 people. The bitumens may be divided into two ger eral groups deposits in Trinidad and Venezuela, small amounts of asphalt are obtained from three other souroes. About 31,000 tons of asphalt is being obtained annually from a mineral rock called gilsonite, which is found in Utah and Colorado. This product is used chiefly in the manu- facture of paint and varnish. Approximately 4000 tons of asphalt is derived each year from a mineral called graham- ite, which occurs in West Virginia, Texas, Oklahoma and Colorado. The government reports for 1918 show that 25,346 tons of bituminous rock containing asphalt were mined in Kentucky, Missouri, Oklahoma, Utah and Cali- fornia. The asphalt derived from this source was used for paving purposes. It is evident from the foregoing figures that the produc- tion of asphalt in recent years has been going ahead at a rapid pace. It is also plain that so long as we are able to get an uninterrupted flow of crude asphaltic material from Mexico we are in no immediate danger of facing such a scarcity of this essential material as to hamper the execu- tion of our big road-building program. However, let no one assume that Mexico is a part of the United States, and that the petroleum supplies of our near-by neighbor are in any way a part of our own domestic resources. It is like- wise worth noting that the uses of asphalt are increasing in a remarkable manner, while on the other hand we are able to see an end to our yearly increases in the production of petroleum in the United States. Several years ago much trouble was experienced with bituminous macadam roads because the builders of such highways paid too little attention to the design of a sub- stantial foundation and to drainage facilities. Recent practice has shown beyond doubt that in most cases bitu- minous macadam forms an economical pavement when laid on a road that has been given a good foundation. One such highway in Rhode Island carries an average daily traffic of approximately 3500 vehicles, of which ninety-seven per cent are motor driven. More than 300 trucks travel over this road per day, and yet the bituminous macadam has borne the load in a most satisfactory fashion. Engineers state that a good base is responsible for the success of this highway. City pavements are now being laid with much success in many rural communities. In one New Jersey county the principal highway through the farming region is a road that was constructed by placing a sheet-asphalt sur- face upon a well-made macadam road. This highway carries an extensive traffic and already has been subjected to extremes of temperature varying from ten degrees below zero to a maximum of 106 degrees Fahrenheit. On one day Continued on Page 37)

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SATURDAY EVENING 29,1920 LD. . \Sey7 Starter That is Built to ad Order 7 his curve shows the pull, . ’ ‘ ~ This curve shows how the or torque, al the crankshaft , Wagner Generator charges exerted by the Wagner ¥ ; the batteryat the maximum, Cranking Motor. It also ’ , F ; when the car speed is from shows how the pull dimin ‘ -* eighteen to twenty-two ishes as the speed of the , miles, thus quickly replen- motor is increased, thus ete Z ‘ wer" e ¥ ishing the battery under city Generator $i: rE Pai : 1 Se ar L2 © ¢ : traffic conditions. It also ‘ "oe e i = shows how the charging decreases as the speed increases, thus preventing overcharging during the Three Units Working As One longer runs when touring Simultaneously with the first touch on the starting pedal, the Wagner Cranking Motor spins the fly wheel — the Wagner Ignition supplies the hot spark for combustion and the start of the car awaits your pleasure. causing a mirumum use of current from the battery Meanwhile the Wagner Generator keeps pace, supplying new energy to the battery as the Ignition and Cranking consume it. This splendid performance is made possible by the unity of the Wagner Made-to-order Electrical System the Cranking—the Generating—and the Ignition. Each of these Units works in perfect harmony and exact co-ordination with the other, and all in accordance with the power requirements of both the engine and car, of which they are a part. This means to you, the owner of a Wagner equipped car, quick ‘‘get away’’—ample battery charging—and dependable ignition. Insist that the car you buy is equipped with a Wagner Made-to-order Electrical System. Wagner Electric Manufacturing Company Saint Louis, U.S. A. Factory Branches and *Maintenance Stations: Selling *Atlanta Cincinnati *Detroit *Minneapolis *Pittsburgh St. Paul Agencies: *Boston *Cleveland *Indianapolis Montreal *San Francisco Syracuse Memphis *Buffalo Dallas *Kansas City *New York *Seattle Toronto New Orleans *Chicago *Denver *Los Angeles *Omaha *St. Louis Washington, D.C. Salt Lake City Milwaukee *Philadelphia CRANKING GENERATING IGNITION

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ge — = —s - an ‘ j wr (Continued from Page 34) when the temperature was above 100 this road carried 140 heavily laden trucks passing in a single train. The road has been in use three years, and so far no patching or main- tenance of any kind has been necessary. One of the newest uses for asphalt is in the repairing of brick pavements that have become filled with ruts. It is expensive to remove the old brick surface, and even if this were not so such a job would mean the closing of the street for a considerable length of time. For this reason a number of municipalities have adopted the plan of resurfacing the worn brick either with a mixturé of sheet asphalt or asphal- tic conerete. Such an improvement costs only sixty per cent as much as would be required to lay a new brick sur- face. Furth more, by laying the new surface on one side work can be done without excluding the tratlic from the street at a time, the One engineer suggests this working formula for resur- facing a brick pavement with asphalt: Remove broken brick and cl an out the holes; flush surface; give surface a light paint coat of naphtha and asphaltic cement; fill all holes with asphaltic concrete; put on a two-inch asphaltic- concrete surface and seal the coat. Some few years back, when brick pavements were first being laid, one of the big preblems was to find a suitable material to fill the joints so as to prevent the brick from round on the base. The first material that came into use as a filler was sand, but brick pavements con- structed with sand proved unsatisfactory because the thing but waterproof. This permitted water to collect between the foundation and the wearing resulting in the final destruction of the brick. It was also found impossible to keep the sand in the joints, and streets so constructed became extremely noisy. Engi- neers investigated this problem and discovered that a bitu- not only eliminated expansion troubles and the consequent heaving, but furnished a waterproof bond. As a result of this new use for asphalt the manufacturers in recent years have devoted themselves to producing an asphaltic filler that will give even greater satisfaction than After a brick pavement has been laid it should be rolled, but not so heavily as to cause the sand mov sand filler was ans surlace, r minous the fillers first used. on which the brick are laid to push up through the inter- t which the asphalt should fill. The simplest filling method is to pour the asphalt into the cracks from pouring cans. After the filler has been poured in it often shrinks in cooling, and for this to give the navement two applications of ices, thereby occupying the space S reason it 1s be the cement. Best results are obtained when the filler is heated to a temperature of not less than 350 degrees Fahrenheit. After the joints between the bricks have been filled, clean sharp sand, heated to the same temperature This hot nto the filler and provides a better joint. It is as the filler, should be spread over the surface best to roll the pavement again before the asphalt is In many small communities an asphaltic road oil is now being used as a binder in the construction of roads that are surfaced with cinders and gravel. These latter mate- rials are frequently available for the cost of hauling, and when bound together with a heavy asphaltic oil provide a road that is extremely satisfactory in view of the small outlay incurred It is also true that in dozens of communities where durable paving cannot be had at once the road officials are resorting to the use of heavy asphaltic material that is ‘ to the dirt roads by the penetration method. Dust » of many rural districts, and in order to over- come this nuisance many localities have used water, salt, calcium chloride, oils and waste liquors, with varying suc- cess. Practically all such remedies have the same great fault- they afford only temporary relief. The latest scheme for conquering the dust demon is to use bituminous materials, which not only settle the dust but cement the her and cover the road with a particle ol earth toge waterproof mat In this connection it should be remembered that all road oils are obtained from petroleum, and that such oils may semiasphaltic or paraffin. The value of an oil for dirt roads may be accurately measured by the bind- ing power of the material, and this cementing quality is in direct ratio to the asphaltic character of the oil. The being only temporary dust layers, be asphaltic, paraflir besides s0 that the road surface treated have no binding power, with them soon disintegrates into a greasy dust which i arried by the wind and is destructive to both vehicles and clothing. The oiling of roads is looked upon with disfavor i many communities simply because the lox al officials practiced false economy and purchased a cheap grade of oil instead of one possessing cementing qualities. Not only it necessary to purchase the proper bitu- minous material but the oil must be carefully applied if the jov is to prove successful. The road should first be dragged, holes filled, soft spots repaired and loose dust broomed away. The oil should be applied to a clean sur- face of road that has been properly crowned. An ordinary prinkling wagon will do, but a pressure distributor will, of course, insure deeper penetration and a more uniform THE SATURDAY EVENING POST distribution. Competent road engineers suggest the use of from one-quarter to one-half of a gallon of oil per square yard. After the oil has had time to soak in, the surface of the road should be covered with sand, stone, chips or dirt dust, to take up the surplus oil and prevent its being gathered up by the wheels of passing vehicles. If sand can- not be procured, and dust must be spread over the high- way, only sufficient dust should be used to take up the surplus oil. The ideal condition in all communities is to have paved constructed of high-grade durable road materials, built in accordance with the latest knowledge on the subject. If this cannot be done, and dirt roads must answer for the time being, local authorities should not forget that the use of a good asphaltic oil will insure com- plete freedom from dust in the summer and comparative freedom from mud in the winter. Hundreds of communi- ties that cannot have asphalt or macadam roads appear to believe that any other remedy for unsightly, disgraceful highways is not worth trying. This is an erroneous idea, as has been conclusively proved by some towns, where, streets though the luxury of expensive paving could not be indulged in, the people preserved the looks of their prop- r individual self-respect by erty and maintained the adopting a policy of grading and oiling the roads they used. Business Research YUESSWORK is being eliminated from modern busi- ness. Laboratory methods are being applied to com- mercial phenomena and the results are recorded and analyzed as rigidly as are the findings of scientists. Sev- eral years ago, when little was known about bacteria, the physician diagnosed or, in plain English, guessed that a patient had this or that or the other iliness. Very fre- quently the guess, based on the patient’s symptoms, was entirely correct, but absolute certainty was impossible. Later the pathologist came along and succeeded in isolat- ing and getting the thumb prints, so to speak, of many disease germs. As a result the family physician can now definitely say in most cases just what is troubling his patient, as the presence and identity of the disease-causing germs are discoverable by means of well-known tests. Just as medical men have largely succeeded through scientific investigation in taking the guesswork out of their profession, so modern business men are arriving by a sim- ilar route at the facts regarding various types of industrial practice. There has come an awakening on the part of those who control corporations and industries to the desir- ability of including in their organizations a research body to carry out specific investigations and to analyze valuable scientific knowledge Pioneers in industrial research have made material prog- ress in recent years in the way of establishing fundamental truths that may form a basis for this line of work. Primary among the facts discovered is the idea that no scientitic research is separable from the rest of knowledge. Hidden or value in any practical sense. discoveries have no utility Large corporations and large industries can better afford however, it must not be overlooked that the object of spending to carry on extended research than small ones; money on research is not to support the research, but to be supported by it. As a general rule the smaller the business the more important it is that all available knowledge shall be utilized Pure scientific research is properly supposed to relate to the work of chemists and physicists in laboratories fully pped with the most delicate kinds of measuring and equi testing instrument Everyday business research requires much action but little machinery. An interesting example of what may be accomplished along business lines by a system of investigation is furnished by s obtained by one branch of the electrical indus- to supplant uncertain carefully planned the try which took steps recently assumptions with positive facts. For many years lighting experts believed that the quan tity and quality of goods which any factory could produce ly dependent on the lighting conditions that hops where the work was being carried imination experts, that a poorly lighted were largely prevailed in the on. This belief of ill factory meant sick production, was based on a simple line of reasoning. Assume a pitch-black night and a factory running full tilt; turn off the lights and all production stops instantly. Turn on one or two lights and a few operatives can work. As more lamps are lighted addi tional workers can resume their activities, and finally all of the lights are turned on and everyone is again busy. Or workmen, Itis plain that imagine putting blindfolds on the in such a case the men wearing a thin covering over their eyes would be able to do more work than other employees who were compelled t a thicker blindfold On such logic as this lighting engineers founded their | illumination is improved the contention that as industri amount and quality of production will increase propor- f rmed quite a pretty theory that ionately. This belief was in every way plausible; but, like the doctor’s diagno- sis In the olden days it. Numerous cases were on record where factory production there were no material facts to prove 37 had apparently increased after the installation of better lighting facilities; but nobody could state as a positive fact that the increased output was due wholly to the im proved illumination Progressive manufacturers became dissatisfied with the lack of definite information and inaugurated scientific tests in many plants, which cleared up much of the doubt sur rounding the lighting problera. It was proved that not only can the increased production be named in percentage for a given increase in illumination as to the volume of light recommended for various indus- trial operations were entirely too low, and that factorie } can profitably afford to double or triple the old lighting intensities, provided the illumination is well distributed tandard if previou so as to avoid glare. Naturally this new discovery opened the eyes: of the manufacturers of lighting equipment to an apparently broader field for sales, but here again they realm of guesses. What were the prevailing conditions of lighting in factories? What proportion of factory produc- tion was carried on under artificial light? Would industrial executives accept the new viewpoint on illumination? were back in the Would they see the profit in buying two or three times more light than was called for by the old accepted standards? What official in the plant should be approached with the new lighting proposition? Would the jobber, distributor and contractor assimilate the new facts and get out of the old sales rut? Since nobody knew the answer t ions it que was necessary to start out on a still-hunt for the needed facts. Laboratory methods were not appli so the only effective line of action seemed to be a careful field survey among the users and distributors of industrial- lighting equipment. Trained investigators were secured; men who were not connected with the lighting industry, and who therefore might be relied upon to view the situa- tion without prejudice Before being sent into the field these agents were given careful instruction in the principles of industrial lighting, and were developed to be competent judges of factory and plant illumination. They were supplied with knowledge of industrial lighting to discu and to estimate from another person's conversation the accuracy and extent of his knowledge on the subject. They learned the channels of distribution and all the ible to the case, ufficient 3 it intelligently ' tilable facts concerning lighting-equipment sales by jobbers and dealers. In addition to such preparation each investigator was required to memorize two lengthy questionnaires Thus equipped, these collectors of inforination went up and down the land, covering the fifteen principal industrial states and interviewir 4 nearly 500 corporation officials, each one representing a different plant. They called on all sorts of mills and factories, in big cities, small towns and Their visit bers and dealers in the states in With the completion of the field work the reports were isolated burgs o included calls on 200 job- vestigated analyzed, averaged and summarized. Not only were answers secured for the original basi question but other unexpected facts came to light, and it was discovered that almost any que tion rising in regard to industrial illumina- tion and sales conditior could be detinitel answered merely by going back to the investigators’ reports and making further analy The survey was in effect a cro sectional view of the entire :ndustrial-lighting situation, ble to apply to the from which facts were acce a whole. Numerous charts were made, so as easily to visu suntry as alize the information that had been collected, and these graphic records were utilized by the sales managers in for- mulating selling campaigns As examples of facts resulting from the survey that were unlooked for and which are of the greatest value, it was per cent of our factories are a present r change I equip ment has undergone a complete revolution which render per cent have made no lig! r which period industrial-light utterly obsolete and relatively inefficient almost all equip ment of an earlier vintage. The investigation showed further that in order to sell better lighting the plant man I ager or president is the proper man to approach, while a a matter of fact most sales calls in the past were made on the purchasing agent Another mistaken idea which was dispelled by the sur- vey Was the be lief that the factory man seeking information in regard to better lighting would go tu the local electr light company, to the lighting-equipment manufacture or to a consulting engineer. He doe t nstead he asi advice of the local electrical contractor or jobbe It wa also discovered that, after dividing the i l rea into four great geographical group were much more progressive on industrial lighting, better informed and easier to sell to than other An interesting side light on this industrial surve the method by which the investigators conducted their ter views. In every case the of il apy ached was ¢ aged to do the talking, so that the desired forma might come out in the course of conversat rathe by any pumping process. The belief prevailed at the of the survey that the

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Importance of Artificial Lighting to the Business According to the Judgment of the Men Interviewed A—Vitally Important B— Moderately Important C—Of Little Importance - Iceless Ice Boxes e » the heat ene anes ‘ e . ‘ eat oF hting , sation. Wit! ha ome eused le ed at the pre e benefits alwa la ( ce yu f ‘ al i ‘ i tT t hier men now engaged " \t tg ‘ bu i e be | thy » the inds ot clert ind year out and ‘ the it ‘ , from wh h the i Tact ed Hlow ! ft le ‘ me \ t hig oe ol i ! they , } | ( ive confronted the salesman doz- gh a few m tes of figuring would ind satistact answer no sucn iperficial man is rapidly pa ng. We in era when intelligent people demand fact n of the average Lliesman applie i of employer In fact it} hat the esmul bD i refle Ww pired tostudy the good rator carried on an examination in of one of our largest cities, and the le in ft rty per cent olf the nt particular trade were in early history of hat manufacture ec and industrial advances made t inder the sun, from shining shoe it is tilled with romance, It also tory of every profession and indu are willing to devote a lew hours t brary Notwithstanding thi tial trade and technical informa- herwise in a lation where the is much about an ar eas Une ye store i Southern city found ‘ problen It did not re ‘ } irt | ve i vu goods the tad | manage f thought hen ds of } ( f sels ny © at ed the greatest amount of e ¢ | he handle w ! the ibrar will Liespeople Who veloped a desire to absorb interesting ion covering the principal commoditic ature refrigerating expended in carry were early encou a] engineer work ng i the centra become active and Who Authorizes Changes in Lighting, Purchase and President Treasurer Gen. Manager Pur. Agent Superintendent Others Installation of Equipment 50 60 70 Two of the Charts Prepared From the Data Secured in the Survey of Industrial Lighting May 29,1920 wonders of science is that we rey of coal and cor event the decay of food proce has been used in the big » plants for a number of years during recent times that the ple has been perfected for house- In the large ice-making estab e refrigerating machines are an experienced engineer who is , hand to give close attention to the mechanical equipment human upervision 1s not possible in > home o the designers of a mini or household use were compelled vatic but fool- The evolution of the domestic refrigerator has been a thousands of dollars have been experimental Work which ha ated the principal obstacles that As a result of the progress that > man roduce winter’s cold i holds the family’s food curing mechanical refrigeration er the same wires that bring electric- is a scientific triumph which portance Investigators tell u refrigerator an be maintained e of less than fifty degrees wher ed as the cooling medium, Our tric refrigerators will keep the t e freezing point or even lower red ces a damp ice box and provide the refrigerator on elim box witl id that prevents the contamina learned of late that areful attention must e morsture content of the alr » the maintaining of a low tem ld, but it must be polls rapidly, due to germ above fifty degree In the aver h ice the temperature always sen th due to the fact depend m there is relatively no damp onsequence none of the food eria of decay are always present be ed with contu croscopic in size ctieally the ime habits In a degrees the decay bacteria ot multiply, though the freezing If the temperature is permitted degrees some of these bacteria 4 art to reproduce. As the temperature ivity of these agents of decay therefore evident that a uniform cold of less than fifty degrees essential to the preservation of foodstuffs. The large refrigerating ma- chines used in cold-storage plants employ liquid carbor dioxide or liquid ammonia under a high condensing pressure as the refrigerating agent. When the engineers undertook the construction of an electric re- frigerator for household use iey found that the high pres- ires used in the big machines were not at sfactory for the mall home units, and this caused the manufacturers to ibstitute sulphur dioxide which requires a relatively low condensing pressure—for am- monia or carbon dioxide. If placed in the open air liquid ulphur dioxide commences t boil at fourteen degrees above zero. The produc tion of cold is accomplished by the expansion, or rather by the evaporation of the sulphur dioxide, which Concluded on Page 44 ———

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 29,1920 THE ETERNAL IRIE IS an aggressive fight “. By Stanley M. Rimehart, Me Daz wiitiatst toe avid either side except in victory or defeat can be noarmistice. In 1883 Metehnikof was obsery ing a small sea animal, the daphni > microscope ! and noted that its cells had the ting int tesimally small yeast plants with which they came i: mtact. He saw the daphnia cells project a part of thei bodies and gradually surround the yeast cell A little later the latter had disappeared, having become a part of the animal cel Here was the st n miniature of € err fight for ipremacy between plant and animal. Later, when ob erving the circulation in a frog's foot, he injected into it the germs of tetanus, or lockjaw. Then he saw for the fir time in the history of science the fight between a germ and a white corpuscle. In the same manner, because the white corpuscle is a minute mass of protoplasm, like the daphnia cell, the hosts of the latter consume invading enemies To these hand-to-hand encounters he gave the name phagocytosis, and the white corp es which fight out battles continuously: for us are called phagocytes. It i they, then, that obey the call of distre and come to the rescue when bacteria have penetrated our outer line of defense The nu f these efender n normal blood enormous, but when the eploco has gained a foot hold within the body another remarkable phenomenor takes place At once the menaced ga on begins to mobilize more troops, to call to colors a reserve army of white corpuscles. If the need great this force may it crease to more than te t t isu imber in the biood Not ever nd f bacte ii ¢ LUSE ar I St he arn f white puscle rhe ge of intluenza for instance, and c e bat 1 ong others, are 1 ipable of i ( gt ‘ to ari White corpuscle re f se as, me of then idiers and others mere imp followers, having different luties than t of fig g. Bot i e 1} jus names, but t nmon to all is leucocyte, whic! y meuar white bo nd the est e in the blood I ! eased i! " ed a leuce ) In orde that there may be no fusion of nan for white blood orp ‘ t must be le od that é ire all called ePUuco t it |} it n ire the wander y ieucocyte it ma ip the arr Pu yer is has beer nt ated Tia cause a eucocyt SO aoe e germ of pneumonia On tt tact depend VO col ( f tremendou portance t ‘ n of «€ he f ese bacteria. In the case of the treptococci nva ! owever obscure and remote the ymatliel 1 W the bod micro ) examination ol the blood which di oses a leucocyto ! sthep ilar » determine the nature of the trouble The bod hight ng pus somewhere, and has mo ed ad al troops iy IF one has pneumor ia, theamount of the leucocytosis gives the attending physician an idea of the kine ight e forces ALIOT ielender but, t t iit oO nd e ¢ pu es themselves a 1e ti le cell Neither the t? fil ¢ t al former r tne latter can wage a iccessiul fig alone t must act reciprocally, each re he other the wound which heals promptly t! Ils are able to secrete a specific antipoison in sufficient quantity t ssen the deadly activity of the bacteria and to counteract their poisons. In the losing fight, however, these secre tions are less powerful. Something is wrong with ar essential element of the defense, perhaps due to an ir herent weaxne n the individual, but often the result of other conditions over wt he h more or less control. Not being properly reénforced b chemical warfare wandering cells, the leu tes, wage an unequal battle against troops se numbers rapidly increase. It does not take bacteria long to propagate t nd. The ibercle bacillus, for instance, under favorable conditions v1 ow to maturity 1 an hour, and divide into two Most b teria are pl ints, remember, of the lowest order of fungi. These two divisions of the parent plant will agair grow and divide, each into two, in an hour. Try it witl paper and pencil and see how many millions of the bacillus family will result from one healthy germ between unset and sunset (Concluded on Page 42

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ERY likely you have ob- served that the average family refers to its Hupmobile in a decidedly unusual way. As a rule, the car is spoken of with real warmth of feeling— as one speaks of an old friend. It naturally pleases us to see that the Hupmobile has won such a tremendous hold on the people. We do not attempt to account for 1t except on the score of the car’s everlasting faithfulness in the service of its owners.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 29,1920 Concluded from Page 40 ket in a tor for ye: the germs ma} hed, relatively dormant ited and their poisor 1 addi al, greatly increased immu me there may y ! n ases may be acquired by ease condition ful fig y hem. Smallpox, Perhaps ad for ance i ar] fever seldom suc the dj yr low 1@ same victim inflamma wice th ti her diseases, such enemies break: ) 1 fever ; ime , this a * DeeT throwr re I! I Jy ot l i! definitely ! ibstance yeneral comba rigina a ral im cv, % P power to of blood | » manuf: > them n Cé of need, tion ac created obtained us and wonder! ise Nature’ roduction of a disease, » manufacture of he disease which ce of the living e theory of example of vaccina ai smallpox. The vaccine from a cow affected with cow a modified form of small- Dead tubercle bacilli st tuber ulosi ; year new helpful in enemile ances manufactured lood serum are another making of these the animal is inoculated id when all | when hi highnt- of his blood antitoxin ra manu slow pro The Natural Air Filter outs ia erum of a horse \ prolongs quered the dise: render one antidote, the germs of More and more an c fighting and into use. The terrors of pneumonia w i 4 1 300n grow less and the victims of influen During the influenza epidemic it was not decreasein number. E\ he ever-preset pus bacteria \ » so many and slew so many thousand arie ble t an rheumatism ria of natural sore an r i appendicit r ir u being nt ey about to ete p ' icken with ur x unable to put up a ‘ ght ; mmunity » broken down bad habit ‘St: \ ! ll weaken | overeat zy, Y ch taxes the ag t r f hear idnevs bey t r power! of more potent irance, and clog » blood with waste. anotner fr er } , y will reduce all ital fe ut { And me igt he rece itt I h outweigh all and mes against Nature very external h ( » the busi- lack of bodily cleanline ness of each one to conserve them, to keep rself the per exert ¢ continuous Wort em up to their

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST SENSE AND NONSE Thinking Only of Others As the half-stunned victim of the mishap mi am,”’ stated the Nebraskan simply. eaved } elf uprivht he felt a warmisl What I mean that you should give YTNCLE W li a ' M e are trear f somethir iid running dowr thanks to the Lord,” said the preacher. [ rye } y eg inside trousers and flooding ‘You should remember that it is because . ‘ Y he was with you every minute that you are K { | hope d! e ejaculated fer alive and well this moment ; e V ent ‘Do you really "pose the Lord was with ‘ ‘ , —_— me a he time I was flying through the ; Staying for the Finish ir?” in nod #1 ay gh B brie ) ng a pop ! B* K in pioneer time n Kentucky a [ certainly do,’ stated the minister ‘ ' ‘ A ) peddler pa it hasettlement or lerver ‘ ‘ e ¢ ' hen the frontier of America t ‘Well, then, all I’ve got to say is, He ‘ ‘ : ister ¢ I'v enti ‘ ¢ erta wa ’ sor ! ‘ ] e ? 1 | n ¢ lt el were equ red in a ent quarrel. When the So Near—and Yet So Far ¢ farer mo ion alter ening lor some the debate wa t wetive ! Wie prot tion went into effect a . . Detroit publican hung ¢ ve sign eng f A ear later, to the d he ame along over the door of the pl ce W ately } \ | VW ‘ r The twe dsters, having met a t had conducted a life ng ’ ‘ ‘ f ‘ ed th ar ent see r t g cool near bee ‘ ngir ‘ he pe hua had re hed or Across the eet from him on the oppo- t ' f re twe ee} r be t ¢ orner Ood at her mverted estab ) \ e M | ‘ ‘ tor cocked | head t ne ‘ ment of tl me rt, and the pro \ | seer from ! \ ym, nitched I teal he soft-« K busine now that hard i | | ed one of the audie ‘ were ta oed But e gn whicl eve ‘ Iv le hea how felle of he erected read as follow r iw iki Dp a se n of nd } le gazed it , m thir hout n’ here [HE Ne&ARUST Beer IN DetTROIT—Fivs , bgp eet ( sts A GLASS” f ’ ‘ j | t e the ( of the cour ! does ¥ lat Malli : g * e reside : 1 hae Gotham, the Remote t Vo, not partie ! ‘ aid ) ay here and find out how that there ear H foreman of Wyoming made ent goin’ to turn out if it ‘ nN * } f t yurne . tv re 7 trip Hoping Against Hope wor yl oy fe in ” ; i od sil the - te 8 “9 Atl bere a ALCOLM WILLIAM hea board and bac vail On the first nivht M riend of his gave a , Almighty Hustling os we Ay weabeay- han a a j yomemora n of ‘ ng u f ( 4 the bunk house to hear from the bo a f the Kighteenth Amendmer \. 1 the PORTIVELY inclined Nebraska cy lescription of his adventure art is over the ite t ted t A ne picked up a farm hand arried Midway of the narrative ar ntierested ‘ ne | ! een n ‘ hea nm eXu j robe ‘ non } iving { nt ‘ e carrie ‘ i minute ind = =dey ‘ } How ne did ‘ ayved ir ist ! v er ! re ev it tu ed j ir vew } ! ed the 1 wned eld be ! yt i ‘ he gospe M ! ! iwi e wee ud he a ‘ ‘ i ‘ ery ana ‘ rhe ‘ t el I t il ert fer he t \ e came } } ministere » | What ' f he isked the ' ne where ered th é he la A r i} ‘ f ‘ ‘ | f } A ‘ ed We | el i he foret I ' 1 ‘ i the reache whe ‘ \ f New Y i ett . , . f e f t ‘ tow! ? iwi t eal i wa ‘ ‘ ‘ t ‘ ‘ ‘ A Ne \ 0 ‘ ‘ ipe ! ned i iwa I Vhere EV] > TD WR ©) NWWIAE ID US SIN. Tae lav Wi, LOWY A wo OWYUw ViZ2owDS Concluded from Page 38 take ‘ { rie ‘ ‘ ‘ } } ‘ hased t tu vater for ex] of ‘ ‘ ene y tre rice t ne W rie I erse ‘ ‘ ‘ he diffe e be e apparatus w be obliged to | f ‘ ef ‘ he ! ind the r ! the wate hat ised as we isl curre! A | I ‘ ‘ e refrige eve | ipparatus tha lesigned with a ‘ ‘ Pere ‘ ‘ in f ‘ pret r r em ( irge for wate ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ Phe te ‘ t | ‘ ‘ he ‘ ‘ ited The energ t lireme f x \ , | » ‘ I ¢ »m er? t i e uverage n hine an int to approx ‘ ! fs I f ‘ et } ‘ 300 watt " it x time he ‘ vy! | ( \ ‘ I © relrige energ tha neece for it ive xe ! ( ! it ow thie t | If we l ime theretore ‘ ! ( ‘ erripe ‘ ! | » ae ta ye e relrigerating machine operate furnishe plete i ‘ A ‘ e of ! ‘ the ta ‘ i of the time, o ) hours per yo upy ilre ‘ e ff I } tter act ) he mont irrent consumptior ‘ (othe ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ e box ) ry i for each mac! € rt ibout sevent les igri y t ¢ t e} It f withou vo 1OoWa ! i I i imber of € 1 ty { re ‘ } ‘ ‘ ie lar é he ‘ ral-statio ymp é have estah t unnece ‘ ‘ I erence ha 1 er of el eda of three cents per ) th e the . efrige ‘ , se] ’ e hour for electric range i refrigerating I pince t ( { t t ‘ ive ye ( 1 ‘ »>tha ) tr a the ele he ‘ x ‘ ‘ ‘ ind t t e abo t yx ‘ we home W l ist $2.16 It ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ of r ‘ ) ipproximate i mo The onl id ma rg ‘ I \ ‘ ‘ I ( we fou ! ‘ ve TO ind it W ea matter of only of ‘ ‘ ‘ { ‘ ‘ x ‘ é ‘ Ti t i 1 the few ¢ e ta ‘ ‘ i ed emperature of e roon ! t ‘ refris I'he average lighting ile for irrent tha sma ! er iit ! t ‘ gy mac ne W ty lied upon to de throughout the United States, based or be fiwearet ‘ ent j ‘ erhaps 1 é mr te hours’ service firure collected by the Society for Ele ties to supy he table dematr f ar each day The motor used for driving the trical Development, 8.4 cents a kilowatt erage far lr ‘ f mpressor of these installatior hour, while the average cooking rate 3.2 the mpre ens ind f e-quarter horse power and is wound — cent Central-station companies already ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ f 0 4) either direct or alter ecognize that ¢ rating macnine t i are ‘ ( x I ting urrent Che prices of these auto provide a ¢ irable busine 3, ince it he floor above | i er t ‘ matie refrigerators vary from $800 to $500, lraw urrent mostly during the day in \ fa initorr 1h ire iweording to the size, finish and make of tex night, and more largely in the t ed the refrige t ( ia the machine It plain, therefore, that ummer than in the winter It affords a thermosta meh automatica yrit the electric ice box for domestic use vad that can be carried without increasing he motor W he rhe ‘ er t ‘ mew hat beyond the reach of the majority the fixed charges upor he plant For these e box Nas Mise ‘ edetert ‘ f householder ut a similar situatio reasons the electrie ice box in most com maximum point re t i exist n the ise of the introduc munities being given the same favorable lick-acting switch wt t e1 { most ew and useful inventior rate that has been established for those tha irives tne ripre re ‘ \ > the cost of operation, th depend who use current f cooking continues to operate ur the temper ire n the type of machine, the rate at wi t In one large so hern city an investiga- n the Hox | hee re t 1 t elect irrent ipplied and the are tior howed that the average cost per vear dete edo é exe { he | e} ‘ I woking with an electric range in ordinary wr May 29,1920 Wisdom From the Dark TMWO candidates for the gubernatorial nomination on the Democratic ticket in Florida engaged in a Joint debate at Palm Beach. One of them in the cor his remarks made repeated reference to the platform of principles which he professed to advocace. After the speaking two venerable ne- groes who had heard the debate were dis- rse Ol j } ad one, “‘jest whut Is di 1 y rm dat dat w'ite gem’mun keep itin’ about?” ‘It’s lak dis,” i the other 7 l OV don’t yuh, whut a flatform wher it’s on de eend of one of dese year railroad a ey irs ‘Sho’ I does,”” answered the first negro ‘Well,” said the other, “‘a a w’ite gem’mun is runnin’ ft le same as de flatform is ir when you se goin’ mewhar you uses to git in or ‘ A Lacking Touch [ IFFICULTIES with domestic servants entirely confined to that part of t ountry ly ng nortl f Mason and Dixon’s Line, by ar manner of means. |r a town in the South, an old and sociall established family lost the ser es of the black angel who had presided in the che for many years As her successor was It stalled a strapping black person who pr fessed to be an accomplished cook but whose handiwork, in the opinion of the head of the household, failed to measure up to her own representatior necessary to sever the relationship Che ir imbent seem* j somewhat m fle | ut be gd harged. With both hands or er oO preading hip blast back it € late emplo rhe passed th e gate on her it } i » go! he | 1d eat ne Pla iu € te the ne no ( vus’ef qualit Tol Hu You ain’t whut I qualit I i ever I wu ed ir a hia yw ¢ ib 1 rou toot} it de table after the ne homes was $49.50, while the ul rst f irre for the ave ¢ efriger at ‘ FIG IS I mike t pnoear tha Lhe ele e ! x ‘ | t y re f the old-f med rof re its ve leave ou he higher first t of the elect n t t ew materi ! e re ered greate ‘ e in providing ne i mito I 1Y a rece t me bene fa Howe er } 1 re i tire the f yp I ear il t l al come to , ligestior ire ive ¢ eT nagined. The great trouble handling perishable products is not in the length time they are kept, but in the way they are home 1 [he iceless refrigerator in t f rigerator but the forerunner of iceless in great apartment houses, all operated by a single plant in the basement of the build ing. In other words, we shall soon be send ing cold to the points where it is nee led, ust as we now convey heat to the most distant rooms. It has been our custom in the past to speak of things as being “a cold as ice’’: in the future we shall talk of temperatures as being “‘as cold as brine e And all this will come as a result of our having learned to produce cold by evapo- rating, within a system of pipes, a liquefied gas that commences to boil at a tempera- ture eighteen degree lower than the freez- ng point of wate se f

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May 29,1920 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST GWEN’S TONGUE Continued from Page 7) ( é i iy night, when he lea Joar ed at him with something like a unless you get to hate ea h other the way e,” ( 1 | ed or loosed sur u catch in her throat, then threw out the he and Butch had. They used to quarrel " ‘ loa hat all the time.” ) " ’ ‘ ‘ ‘ eu y the begged, Joan knew he didn’t know how she was I ( v r e. Llove you feeling or he couldn’t continue. He proved i ‘ \\ r rea fi i it by thinking the look in her eyes boredom ) in ‘ ( t i eacned e te t ‘I’m getting to the point,” he said ‘ ‘ é | “sorry to be so slow. Well, one night we ‘ d ‘ 1 remembe« ‘ got to Dayton, and there was a big conven (i) ! vermilion berries over a tion in town, so that all that we three could ! iz { ige mI " j ed. A blackbird whistle ague song, get was a sitting room with a bedroom off } but Al le ! ei I I without applause; gave one encore, then We had cots put up in the sitting room for You ‘ | ive 1 ear ymeone’s ete le.” another. The shabl maple clapped its Butch and me é t ! a ‘ Ale ‘ 4 i rather acidly, leave Then they talked. One cannot say ‘After our act Butch, who belonged to ‘ ’ | i ~ that ire ! nh more ely t yet a of what they talked; thing too delicately the organization that was convening, went " dagyer betwe ef th and fifth ribs.””. important for transcription; of thestrange off on a party. » girl and I went home } r How pret tha be Gwen ob- ense of attainment tting so close gave andshe ght and | ed me and : | ‘ ( ( Tt Vv i { it were a them and the curious fact nat the went into her roor | ere ‘ in ¢ ‘ ii he had ed ! it ever t ng to » [ got » bed, but I wuldn’t go t l ‘ f f irrel, I pre whether the were a er ‘ leep for the thought of her b rso near i ._ © div or curred to them that 1 ist go on. When Butch got k drunk I pretended | ( Jerry t he whee to be d 4 ) it I yuldr } et i here mi ! iM f ly (,000-D Dia 2 in ealie¢ 1. The er ) ! He rot read for ped and ‘ } iM it land bla Dir a { i ver It’ e ne turned off t ght and ther I heard hin I Ale ‘ ae poer i it the rau and the Mm é wward | door I jumped up ?nd \ Ciwe asked eone ‘ ) ng ¢ 1 Jerr uanda the electricity and asked whe ‘ I ‘ | e with J | ive tar are how t kbird and rowan berri over a stone he wa gor Butch j ‘ ense ‘ ; fo ul f t l'ildom wall may never come together again.” ‘ the wed ( iy the pape I'n wnal ! Jer ! ned I y gto beat himup, butt! H { t ! never read Yo have to teach me all U now lL wa ‘ 1 foo | ‘ ! Ciwel id rathe ilent for ritating ( ngs.” the bed, and I w 1 | people v vert her 1, bu I d think I'll educate Joan was once when an engine rat ‘ ‘ ‘ | ( ever a eased anyone iugned You're too nice iS ire.” nto the train I is riding J i ( é I'n ght on W ikspere,” he Butch opened her door—it wa “ e we j ‘ i ‘ M ielmas ¢ j ex ned, “but i'll have iceme locked—and sa “The 1 wants to ] , { vr of vour eves.” she said, rising. to the modern fellows, and teach me at tect your virtue ido. | t ! tlere ye f oO butt } thing you want me to know about paint I went home I neve ed. If 1 e fa ed vith an adept, imper and music. Butterfl ibout 1 eed wanted to see aw ‘ | | re ‘ le ‘ it her with the I love it, too, but Manon be ‘a Ihe girl beside him was whiter than the he ‘ f occasi ene he Sulpice ene , fa October clouds overhea i e me (a ghea V e | ng i ne w i, next to you ar 1 Phat t he ¢ ed Ale Y ivesu i ( ireful manner,” | bouvardia : D 't lo at me e ! nage \ e pt t i A convince uci H ng have 1} wl he asked ‘“I'n I’m J 1 r our road ‘ ( ‘ ‘ ] ‘ e with tne | aigre ‘ : Het ed \ t ‘ I es one fe e an [bse ive e Bar Hart he admit “Good Lord, J he i “ ire ; opera. Come along. ted time you were so ye igo! You d nk it was a | lea ‘ I knew gy before that he yasted thing e wl I fe f uu. do ? | t ye iv ‘Am I the Joan asked, because That wa the he had t Hi \ ERRY r litcase he curb erea ew tur: i ¢ The } W e did J ‘ ( ! ed to ever ir ‘ it ther | v tha yrrie the i mattered ‘ ‘ I face al the gl N rhe i Ler yrme ] Vila , Ing eat! i | 1 rea | a ‘ ‘ " Jerry had black haven'ta ght to be je i ful of womet elf ‘ ind ¢ M ‘ inde ‘ } nose, fier Jou “ e'd a | There Phat ey ‘ r lat la eve ‘ it w ed } W e | They turned 1 st ed at the g ‘ ( Ihe Vid mie ! ip | i y i tte er went or rage \ e ae ¢ if t iw tie { et é ié i ‘ 0 y woman a because one of the vy l ve t eye 1 ne ¢ iuffeur i ma ‘ i ! len ! é il j wa j é 1 »} “ here he didn't I f esa ! d f ‘ es he had ¢ vy howt \ ‘ ( rave m f ‘ a ere ( i have rese ed e | ‘ hand t ‘ t ea A I ‘ f i ym D ike up someone t Ke He : t ‘ ‘ Thiet ili ‘ he Ww ! i he 1 t te ist e@ wus ul rlé ) | | ‘ ‘ ( ‘ eeDp ‘ elt ror { ) Wi nha en't v ‘ eat! Oh, Iw ‘ ‘ i I was.” the curta 1 Gwe 1 he \ | } ‘ r D e about e begged wit! furs and oked em perfe ( t Ale ‘ There was at e he adjusted) aru t Please! red fings \l \ ‘ een M ave ‘ { sh eaned ove e ba of the I gue I'd be ‘ It w You smoke with tea, don t yo Ale ‘ ‘ Wi ‘ vce Phe ‘ bed ‘ ‘ I I'd er get it off 1 ‘ ed I ‘ e cigarette ‘ i I ‘ x l ere | ‘ ( ( eX t the S he er head de ( t eT I t ! ‘ i ‘ ‘ the You iugh at me whe 1 he Right! ¥ ‘ ect } ‘ ‘ I've ew Ay 1 a he te It wa eal go, e end guest Ciwe este i ‘ Joan a ‘ wert eeping alor l yard the end of ‘ m when the ‘ f eally « e effect ida t é lcrea r ae ! ties were lover | ed torur pto M 1 Cle i 1 ttle blac ‘ ‘ \lex 4 New York eve week ¢ ind d ( ! yoman who made everyone con l ! ( CiWe leave , ! ked, ] r Dusty intil fou five Oo ) rt i . . ‘ , Rather! I i dancing the way you ge g r Sim wandere ‘ ‘ ) Their e wa ‘ praise of iroplanes or your first automobile i Alex!”’ he said. “‘Glad to see y end e day. Most of the girls who hung round were Rotten trip?” W Ale ‘ ‘YW ‘ it e Virg 1 creeper good ort loose but they wou " Here’s your co tail,” Gwen shouted he | e be ell j | begged ive ¥ er a chap who ke t ilone I at hin taking from the tray. ‘“*That ‘ ‘ ‘ i n the e ¢ ( ‘ t! k rathe Ked l having a pal Io i proves [ prac € ; ; ( lhere was one I thou; \ Alex? My idea « ‘ ‘ i é tf gl She in [ Cle tra that ‘ vould = Obs¢ " , was, and seemed I compared to tne ind had wet fee Wi it Gawer e asked after a others. She used to give me g od advice of Cleopatra's lad | om m, | ‘ The sort of thing youngsters eat up ing him and bo ‘ Ju Al Ire sne wa ir vauday e will 1 i W had bee wit { () ! His expre changed ¢ gh to give ealled Butcl Watsor ind she e In't had tried to sedu ] ‘ | ‘ ‘ eason for he \ ‘ doy ‘ tand him, but she had a contract and I 1 cigarette advertisement t as he \ ‘ No. D j to stick She happened to tell me the was as bored as po ea ng witl Pu gave N i needed somebody else f their act Che a Southerr ent burst iid she “ ! ( rile Phar e Lord for that!” family were abroad and | thoug t woul h ept hir for the n Alex asked ‘Why? would be my chance to be with her and pro world. and she hadn't bothered to change ’ if you liked him you wouldn’t like me.” tect her and got them to take me or her dress, but came the minute she heard he Make { Natt Lr we re “Wouldn't 1? J ! ed Her tone “I was pretty much it love with he I wa ere ind were t the roads wretched, ssible t I used to want her to marry me, but and he must change those wet sandal rT] Continued on Page 49

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—~, _— = Semi pee Continued from Page 46 Alex wondered when Joan would get back. “*Phyl and Phylthier called last Wednes- day,’’ Gwen informed Sim. ‘‘ You escaped y not being here. They were cut up about it. I think Phylthier is quite sentimental about you “and “That’s too bad,” Sim said, putting his emptied cocktail glass on the mantelshelf. “Who are Phyl and Phylthier?” Alex asked. ‘Phyllis Carter and her sister, a couple of old maids who live in the town. They're from a nice family, but I guess it inter- married too much, or was frightened out of wits by the introduction of open plumb- ng. Anyway, they’re a little mad.” “Very fascinating ladies,’’ Sim com- mented. ‘Don’t let Gwen deceive you. Get her to take you round to call.” “Your father probably knew them,” (rwen said. ‘‘They’re supposed to have heen very saucy in the seventies. 1 can’t magine Phyl being madeap in a tieback, ean you, Sim? Maybe your father went cling with them and gathered eat-tails.”’ ‘T understand father was perilous on a bicycle,” Alex admitted. ‘Joan's Aunt Ellen Pennoyer made him a splatter-work moking jacket.” ‘From what T know of Joan’s Aunt Ellen,’’ Gwen said, “that would be about the equivalent of getting a D. S.C. They you're exactly like your father, Alex.” ‘You couldn’t make any woman of his ye admit it.” **Speaking of your charms reminds me of i tea Joan and I went to last April at Mrs. Jack Dick’s. Did she ever tell you about it?” “T haven’t seen her since then,’’ Alex answered. He didn’t add that he had tried hard enough. “It was really in your honor,’”’ Gwen ‘At least the Young Girls’ Alex Iredell Guild was there en masse.”’ “Where's Joan?” Sim asked with his usual nonpertinence “She went to meet Jerry,’ Gwen ex- plained. ‘‘Alex says there’s some other man interested in her.’’ ‘‘What’s that?” ‘“‘Isn’t that exasperating? He can hear ist as well as you if he listens. Alex says Joan has some other beau who'll stab me for throwing her with Jerry.” “You're talking,’”’ her husband observed. “That's pleasant when I’ve fairly blown my lungs out trying to give you a little information. Who did you say the man Alex?”’ “I didn’t say. What was this tea party you started to describe?’’ Alex headed her off. “It was one Joan and I went to when she was staying with me in the city last April. It was for that little girl Lemmy Vittel is engaged to.” Pretty?" Alex inquired “Supposed to be. They say she’s awfully young, but she looks to me as though she’d it on the back stoop fanning herself with apror for a long, long time. That’s re nd went on i neither he nor there, however Except for her a Mr Dick the Young Girls’ Alex Iredell Guild composed the entire ’ * receiving line “What do you mean by that?” “IT mean Emily Saunders and Jane Bryce and Enid Miller. If you had a shred of decency you'd blush.” “Why would I blush?”’ Alex asked with every appearance of candor. ‘*Because you know perfectly well they were all three mad about you, and there were rumors you'd been engaged to each of them the winter before. I asked Joan if they didn’t look just as Venus and Juno ind Minerva might if Paris had eaten the famous apple and wandered off and left them standing perfectly surprised, with nothing to cover their frost-bitten little vanities. Joan didn't even know what I meant.”’ Alex rose “That was funny,” hesaid. Gwen didn’t otice hi face sur cup on the table,”’ she told him. “Joan got so noble about you and your platonic harem that I stuck up for you beautifully. I told her that you were an eleemosynary institution, and that every wise mother introduced her daughter to you while she was a subdeb so that she could get over you before she came out. The Alex Iredell Guild were just unfor- tunates who hadn't been properly pro- To prove they still adored you I stood in front of the three and said: ‘Have 1 heard the news about Alex Iredell?’ They jumped and said ‘ He’s not married?’ tected as one woman. I'd forgotten to make up my story, and I believe I ended by saying you'd been operated on for a wen or some- thing neutral like that.”’ “That was damned funny!” Alex blazed, and stamped from the room. “Well, for heaven’s sake!’’ Gwen ex- claimed. ‘Alex! Alex, come back!” ‘What's the matter?”’ Sim questioned. ** Alex mad?” “‘T’m sure I don’t know,”’ Gwen told him, wide-eyed with astonishment “That’s what your talking will get you every time.” ‘Well, it wouldn’t,”” Gwen stormed, “if people weren’t always trying to hide some thing or other. I don’t get mad when I’m talked about.” Her husband ned, “Have you it 1 anybody for lunch- eon to-morrow?” he asked “There’s no one here to ask,”’ Gwen | explained Sim looked a little ashamed “T asked the Ham Pearces,”’ he con- | fessed. ‘Fixed it up about her.” “Sim!” “Well, y’oughtn’t to have said it, Gwen.” Gwen only resorted to the banal when she was deeply moved. This time she said, “You make me tired,”’ and got up and kicked the fire as though it were her husband's shins. He watched her. When she went back to the couch he moved over beside her. **Mad at me?” he asked She gave him a look with a smile at the bottom of it “No,” she said, and put her head on | shoulder. **Don’t mind about ’em, do you? “Not a bit.” They sat in the growing dusk for a while before he asked: “‘Seen my gold pencil any- where? I lost it yesterday.” ‘“*Sure you've had it lately?’ Gwen ques- tioned, as she had sent it to the jeweler’s some ten days before to be matched with a pen and a knife for Sim’s birthday present “*Had it yesterday,” he affirmed with a weary shake of the head; ‘“‘put it down > some place He wandered out with his eyes on the floor. Gwen stayed on. It was a room she loved; a room of lovely proportions and wise reserves. The hour was one of ] « clouded luminance. Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps coming up the re A French window swung open and Joan stepped in and turned to Jerry, who fol- lowed her “TI didn’t know you'd feel like that, Joan,”’ Jerry said. “Tt’s or ly because I love y swered. ‘Promise you'll never again.” He took her in his arms and she kissed him, a long kiss of absolution uu.” she an- peak of it vi “YOU cunning things!’’ Gwen said, and switched on the lamp by her It was a graver moment for Joan and Jerr than she suspected She was divinely un aware of how false a note s!| “Gwen! y, I'm hor —*7 = * Joan gaspec ribly embarrassed !”’ She took off her hat and began to pat her hair from sheer agit: ! “It’s too muarvelous,”” Gwen exulted putting her arms round Joan. “I’m sure you didn’t dream this is just what I wanted, you darling little rat. I’m going to k Jerry too.” “You can’t frighten me,” Jerry said, and she kissed him with so much sudden shy ness that it pleased him into forgetting the THE SATURDAY discordance of her interruption, and even made Joan smile a little “I’m going upstairs till you get through with Jerry, Gwen,” Joan said. “ brush my hair and compose myself. I'll be down as soon as I think she’s stopped gloating over you, Jerry, and I hope have the decency to give us a few momer alone before dirner.”’ “*Momerts?” said Gwen. ‘I'll give you hours I’m going to have the garde cleared of every bird that might disturb you, and a moon lit. The drawing-roon yours; I dedicate it to you. If the dining room you shall have it, the re of us can gnaw crusts in the seullery.’ “You're a darling,”’ Joan admitted, a! patted her as she left them. Gwen watched her go “Isn't she the loveliest thing alive he demanded. Jerry answered, “‘ You know she i more conviction than brilliancy. 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A dis- traught rival will dispatch the matron of honor and you'll be so pleased at having attention kept away from you that you won’t mind a bit.” Jerry was in the state where he resented the fact that any young man had a bowing acquaintance with Joan. He particularly disliked Alex “Naturally Alex knows a great deal more about it than either Joan or I,” he commented with fine sarcasm. *“‘ Whom did ner he mear “T haven't an idea. Don’t be cross Jerry. He didn’t mean to be impertinent. do you happen to know what a miserable time Joan has had with that old aunt of hers? I’m sure you don’t, because she never whines, but it must really have beer horrid. Marry her as quickly as you can.” ‘I'll promise you that,”’ Jerry grinned ‘Her aunt always begrudges her every- thing, or pretends to. You know it must be ciscouraging every time you want a para- dise plume to have to hunt round for a man who has a bird of paradise he thinks is a hen, and not a very good kind of hen at that. That's the sort of thing she’s had to jo, and she’s been a seraph.”’ ‘Where's Sim?” Jerry asked. “I want to tell him about it. I'm just crazy to tell ‘ eryone ‘Well, Simmy ought to be good prac- tice,” Gwen commented. ‘He's in the lliard room grubbing round for a gold pencil he hasn't lost.” At that moment there was a burst of ound from the music room, which was across the hall and halfway up the stairs, a great organ flood of ple ior *What’s that?” Jerry demanded. Gwen listened a minute The Saint Sulpice scene from Manon,” she said. “‘You know the one, ‘Am I no more your love?’” It’s Joan,’ nd started toward the musi It is not,’’ Gwen contradicted him. ‘‘ No woman ever played with so much convi n. It’s Alex Iredell.”’ Chen since the opportunity of giving the interesting news to Alex presented itself ] Jerry told her breathlessly, ' pleasalr tly, ne said, he billiard room i that last door to your left,” and deserted Jerry with a benedictory wave of the ind he decided that the quiet method would he most effective with Alex, so she climbed t he tairs ilently ind stood beside him le he finished the ng Lovely!’’ she said after its last yearr ing chord. Then: “ Well, it’s happened.” Alex kept his hands poised on the keys ready to begin something else “What's happened?” he asked. ‘What Isaid wasgoingto,”’ Gwenexulted ‘They're engaged, and they're too amusing [hey’re as obvious as Chambers would be th the kitchen maid, or Romeo with Juliet. I feel like Friar Laurence.” Do you?” Alex withered her Are you till cro about what I said to ose girls? I think you’re abominable not to be excited. Men don’t know what fun such things are.” “T can’t say I'm carried off my feet,” Alex replied, and found a few raucous futuristi chords expressing lack of en vj “1 n thusiasm Suddenly something occurred to Gwen with the force of a “Who was the man who was going to t tab me?” she demanded with apparent revelation irrelevance. “Gad, you're dull to-day!” was all the answer she got ‘You don’t mear “Of eourse it was ‘You poor soul!”’ she said decorously, and then exploded with laughter. ‘‘It is funny, though, my telling you my plans and everything. I hadn't an idea, really I hadn't. It's what you get for making love to everyone. How was I to know you meant it to Joan?” Good joke, isn’t it?"’ he inquired. “I'm awfully sorry, Alex, really I am,” he assured him unconvincingly. ‘Your sympathy’s very beautiful,” he said, closing the piano, ‘‘but there’s no need for it yet, old dear. They're not married, you know - ‘But, Alex, thev’re engaged,”” Gwen pronounced in a delightedly to say it was you wcked tone, May 29,1920 ‘I think you told me that once,” her companion remarked, rising. ‘‘ Ever hear of young Lochinvar?” ‘*He wasn’t a bit your type. Now, Alex, be nice. Everything’s all settled. There's nothing you can do. Besides you're a gentleman.” “I never knew but one gentleman,” Alex returned. ‘He was a barber and he drank himself to death. I'll respect the major decencies. That’s every damned thing I'll promise.” “You're perfectly abominable,” Gwen id, and she giggled all the way to her room. *n Sim came to dress she thrust her and a crash-swaddled shoulder from throom door to scream: ‘‘What do 1ink of Joan and Jerry?” “Great! Great!” “You know that I told you Alex said someone else was in love with Joan? I've found out who it is.”’ **Have you?” Sim asked. “It’s Alex himself. Isn’t that scream ing? Don’t you love it?” She went back to her ablutions. vil HERE was a letter from her Aunt Eller in Joan’s room, a protest against her going to work. It was a moaning ego centric letter, but it achieved a certair pathos because it indicated a real affectior beneath the pattern of crotchets Mi 1 presented to her niece and the world The very astonishment she felt at its nice ness revealed to Joan the delightful other side of her miracle. Life would so change when she was married to Jerry Duane. The gratitude she felt was poignant with re- morse for that look she had caused in hi eyes as he followed her across the lawn She could hardly wait until she was sure Gwen was out of the way to hurry down and tell him the thing that would make him reali te how silly she had been. When she did start down the corridor it was to collide with Alex Iredell. “I’m sorry,” she said, not intending stop “Wait, Joan,” he begged. ‘I’ve heard.’ i ‘Gwen?” she asked with a! to typical speed of Gwen's activit; He nodded I'm not going to give you up without Really?” she returned. ‘“‘Don’t let have it here, anyway. Jerry’s waiting She brushed past him, and something unque stionably authentic about her manner left him standing there resourceless. Jerry was with Sim, who was sayi **Great girl, old man. Known her since s was knee high. Straight as a string,”’ and pounding his shoulder by way of italics. “Givir she shouted He nodded **Good thing,” he said. ‘*Glad about it Gwen told meshe was hoping forit. Haven't g me a recommendation, Sim? een my gold pencil have you, Joar ‘I haven't, Sim,” she answered, and thereupon Sim drifted out of the room with 30 unnoticeable that neither ) suspected it of being tact **Gwen interrupted me ,’ Joan said, look- ing up through her lashes, ‘“‘when I wa trying to tell you I was ashamed of myself for being anything but—but more in love with you for having gone through all that.” ‘You darling!” Jerry broke in. ‘* Don’t speak about it. I’m glad you felt that way I almost had a brainstorm just now when Gwen told me Alex Iredell was talking to her this afternoon about someone who was a vaguer Joan nor Jer y about you.” Joan felt the cords in her throat get taut “T ran into Alex in the hall coming down,” she said so that he wouldn’t notice “Oh, I knew it wasn’t true,” Jerry went on. ‘“‘But I felt myself getting hot and indigna it he should have the damned impertinence to talk about you. Isn't it rotten he’s here?” ‘Rotten!’ she said. It was her chance to speak. “Jerry ‘I suppose he just wanted to act a though he knew more about you than any one else. They say the ass keeps a card index of all the débutantes.”’ She simply couldn't tell him what she'd intended to. There wasn't any need and she couldn't. “With their conversation?” she asked. “It must be a fascinating document.” “I'm going to get Gwen to ask him to explain what he meant,” he announced ‘Il want to see what he'll make up.”’ Continued on Page 53

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(Continued from Page 50) Long training with Aunt Ellen Pennoyer had taught Joan the way to veer a con- versation imperceptibly. “I don’t believe Alex ever means very much,” she remarked, ‘“‘and his chattering reminds me that I must tell Gwen not to spread the news. I don’t want Aunt Ellen to hear of it before I tell her. She'll be furious, you know.” It wasn’t until she paused for breath that she realized she had taken an irrevocable step. She had had her chance to tell him and she hadn't done so. “It doesn’t matter much whether she’s furious or not, does it?”’ Jerry asked. ‘I don’t want to hurt her,”’ Joan said. ‘She’s old, and she thinks no one likes her. I guess I love her in a queer way. Sometimes I feel the need of a quarrel with her quite desperately.” “I wonder if we'll ever quarrel?” he said by way of an absurdity. ‘*T have such a temper,” she began with a bitter impulse to candor, ‘‘and I—I think I’m sly. Listen, Jerry = 3ut Jerry did not listen. He kissed her. After a while it was so late that even they had to admit that they must go and dress for dinner. As they reached the hall Jerry stopped abruptly ‘I’m a great lover,” he said. ‘‘What’s the name of that sort of flowers you like?” ‘Bouvardia,” Joan told him. ‘ You'll never be able to get any here. Don’t bother.” ‘Alex would have had you covered with them by now,” Jerry announced. “‘T’'ll do my best, anyhow. Where’sthe telephone?” In a little place under the stairs.” ‘‘T don’t dare kiss you in the hall,’”’ he explained. ‘‘Gwen would pop out,” and he deserted her Joan went up almost to the music-room door, then in direct contradiction of her nstinet turned and redescended ‘If I’m going to be sneaky,” she bullied her intuition, ‘I might as well be thorough about it.” She went back to the library and rang for Chambers. Before he came she had almost finished a note. It ran: Alex: If you meant yourself by some speech you made to Gwen about me, have the decency not to explain. “You rang, Miss Pennoyer?’’ Chambers was inquiring “Could you take this to Chambers?” she asked. “Certainly, Miss Pennoyer,”’ heanswered. Then following a propensity for expansion: ‘I was just going to Mr. Iredell’s room. A package has come for him.” **Oh, never ** Joan began, meaning to explain that she’d changed her mind but she’d gone so far. She handed him the note with a “thank you” and hurried away to herroom. As she crossed the hall she heard Jerry still at the phone and threw a kiss at the back of his head. Meanwhile Chambers went to the kitchen to get Alex’s box, paused to chide a kitchen maid who had obliged him by shining his silver and shined it ill, then went up the back stairs. As he started to Alex’s room he saw a man coming toward him. ‘*Good evening, Mr. Iredell,”’ he said. ‘**Good evening,” Jerry’s voice answered. “It’s Mr. Duane, though.” “Beg pardon, sir, I couldn’t see in the light. I had a note to Mr. Iredell from Miss Pennoyer.” ‘It must be for me,” Jerry said, holding out his hand. . “T think not, sir.””, Chambers examined the envelope. “‘ No, sir, it says Mr. Iredell.” Chambers then proceeded down the corridor with the insouciance of one of those clouds no bigger than a man’s hand. Mr. Iredell, ’ wir LEX, who had been singing rather A plaintively to the Gatti-Casazza of the water flowing into his tub, read Joan's note with exultation. He had been at a loss for the next step in his campaign against her, for all the confidence with which he had proclaimed ultimate success to Gwen. He was enough of a psychologist to know that a common purpose was the best ally he could have. Joan’s note had provided him with one, though it was the furtherance of his rival’s peace of mind. He dressed with record-breaking speed, tucked the box under his arm and pro- ceeded with the jauntiness of a boulevar- dier to what he considered a coup d’état. It consisted in rapping on a door he was not certain was Joan’s. A maid appeared. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST She was an underhousemaid Gwen lent Joan, so it is perhaps not remarkable that on seeing Alex she said, ‘‘ Well, I want to know!” with a rather bourgeois expression | of outraged decency. “Miss Pennoyer’s room?” Alex asked. | He heard a squeak of annoyance from | the interior as he put the question, ‘““Yes’m,” said the maid “Tell her Mr. Iredell will be waiting in the music room,”’ he commanded. ““Yes’m,” said the maid, and shut door. He swung off to that apartment with the exhilaration of beginning adventure, and sitting at the piano painted a back drop of desolate notes for the scene he intended to build. A very enraged Joan appeared re- markably soon. “What in heaven’s asked. He kept playing “What did your quired gently. “It didn’t mean anything. wrote it.” “T made some stupid remark to Gwen about wanting to stab her for throw ing you and Jerry together. Is that what meant?” “It's the name, Alex?” she note mean?” he m- I'm sorry I awfully clever of you to you } have | gathered that from my perfectly plain re- | quest. I’ve changed my mind I'm going to tell Jerry, so don’t bother.” “Bother, Joan? If I’ve been a damned fool, at least let me make it up. I hadn't any business to say what I did.” “All right then, don’t tell Gwen.’ “The trouble is I had told her before I got your note.” It was the simple truth, but the finality | with which he said it was as effective as a lie in causing Joan to think he’d told Gwen what she didn’t want Jerry to know, which he hadn’t at all. ‘“‘Well, it doesn’t matter,’’ she said, wish- ing she had told Jerry when it would have been comparatively easy. “T’ll tell Gwen not to mention it,”’ Alex told her in the quiet voice he seemed to think appropriate to the subject. “You'll do nothing of the sort!” “*There’s no need to be disagreeable, Joan. I’ve made a mess of things and you might at least let me patch them up as well as I can. I won’t let Gwen know you don’t want Jerry to know it. She'll think it vanity on my part. way down. brary.” Joan was uneasy. She knew Jerry would pass the door at any moment. “Oh, all right,” she said, and turned to leave Alex. “And, Joan,”’ he rose and took a box from the piano, ‘“‘these are some flowers I'd sent for before I knew. Wear them to- night to show you think I’m a good sport at least.”’ She had thought he was behaving well until then. At that, however, she said, “I don’t,”’ and meant it. He took the cover from the box bouvardia. ‘““What a memory you have!” she com mented. “You will?” “Please give them to Gwen, Alex. I don’t want to, really.” “All right,”’ Alex returned, ‘only not to Gwen. I got them to give you pleasure. If they give you more pleasure like this, so be it.” Saying which he dropped the box on an immaculately laid and unlighted fire with a gesture he fancied enormously. Joan had It was however. | I'll stop her on the | You talk to Jerry in the li- learned that it was wisest to disfranchise | that manner of Alex’s by being very matter | of fact. “That’s very nice of you,” she com- mented, ‘“‘and very melodramatic, but not very neat. I'll throw them in the waste- basket downstairs.” . | She rescued the box and descended, feel- ing that she had ended the interview effec- tively. Enough women had tried the attraction of indifference on Alex for him to be sure it was not that which fascinated him, though perhaps Joan’s sincerity did dif- | ferentiate her attitude from the usual per- formance. Whatever it was, he himself standing in the door of the music room staring after her with more disturb- ance than his pulse had known since Mrs. Acheson’s. 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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST dim and the light in the music room pre- sented Alex in silhouette. “Good evening, Mr. Duane,” he said. | “Good evening, Chambers,” Alex an- | swered. Chambers had no intention of allowing a guest of Mrs. Applegate’s to think that her butler made mistakes in the names of the guests in the house. beg your pardon, Mr. Iredell,” he said. “That is the second time to-day I have made such a mistake.” The memory of a colloquy outside his door, half heard while he was dressing, welled up from so deep in Alex’s sub- conscious mind that he thought it intuition. “What was the other time?” he asked. **T called Mr. Duane by your name when I was taking Miss Pennoyer’s letter to you, sir.” “Did you happen to mention your errand?” “Yes, sir He thought the letter must be for him. Would that be all, sir?” “Thanks, Chambers.”’ Alex released him, and went back to the piano to give vent to an exultant Hungarianism Jerry went past without a glance toward the music. Chambers followed him down. At sight of Chambers, Alex burst into Saint-Saéns’ My Heart at Thy Sweet Voice, not in tribute to Chambers’ recent revela- tions but because he judged Gwen would he free, and he knew she could not resist the appeal of its perilous harmonies. Gwen's door opened and he came out like a cuckoo on the hour Her eyes rolled in apprecia- tion, and she came and leaned over the piano. “There must be something horribly mawkish about me— I love it so,” she said “I'd like to twist it round on a spoon and eat it that way, like heavenly candy that hasn't been cooked long enough ‘a the world— Isabel Haney, who has prom- ised to be my wife.” For an instant the old man sat back. Then he brought his fist down with a re sounding thump on the table. ‘You sly young rascal!" he roared. ‘So that’s what you've been up to! Hancy’s girl—eh?” He heaved himself out of his chair. “I'm damn glad to hear it,” he cried. “‘Here’sto her. Hancy’s girl! Well, well!” Prentice, who had straightened at his father’s first words, relaxed in boyish relief, ‘{— it just happened yesterday,” he stam- mered, beaming J. T. seemed to have expanded under the news. ‘“‘Hancy’s girl,”” he repeated, and with a suddenly solemn inflection: ‘To think you should have told me to-night. Come on, all of you.””. He motioned eagerly. | **Let’s go to the smoking room, where we can be quiet.”’ There was an intimacy about this smok- ing room that the other rooms lacked. The background of tooled leather and the dull gold hangings were restful. And here were stout leather chairs and lounges inviting to the indolent male. A fire burned in the stone fireplace. The rich aroma of tobacco drifted in the air. “Sit down.” He waved them into comfortable places before the blaze and busied himself getting out a special brand of cigars. When they were all settled and a heavy tray of refresh- ments had been left on the table he faced them from the hearth. He waited a mo- ment, rolling his cigar between thumb and forefinger. “It’s been a long time since we were all together,” he began slowly. ‘“‘I suppose I ought to thank you for coming as soon as I sent for you.” A cynical note crept into his voice, but he overcame it. ‘‘ You’re here anyway,” he said, and twirling his cigar in his mouth he looked them over keenly, deliberately. John Paul set down his coffee cup with a little tinkle, while Prentice, from the depths of an armchair, signaled in a cautious ges- ture which seemed to ask heaven what was You'll be proud of your shrewdness—and of your feet } coming. when you wear Notaseme. “*Wouldn’t think I was much on dream- : ing, would you?"’ He drooped a broad Made for Men, Women, and Children— shoulder to stare into the fire. The usual in Lisle, Mercerized, and Silk blustering quality had gone from his voice. NOTASEME HOSIERY COMPANY, Philadelphia, Pa. NoOIASEME HOSIERY XTRA wear! Get it on top of good looks—by get- ting Notaseme. The exclusive Notaseme process gives you both. Notice the wear-resisting 4-ply heels and toes—the lustrous, uniform weave—the smooth, snug fit over ankle and instep. He was very deep and quiet. ‘‘ Well, I’ve done a lot of just that for many years, as your mother could tell you. I guess there’s or to be brought in at dessert. The stair was May 29,1920 “You remember what I told you about how I felt toward Joan?” he asked. “Of course.” “Well, don’t repeat it.”’ “T didn’t intend to,” Gwen returned, even more annoyed than if she hadn't already screamed it to Sim. Then after a moment: ‘“‘Why not?” “Joan doesn’t want Jerry to know about it - Why Alex, who didn’t balk at that breach of faith with Joan, didn’t go ahead and tell Gwen what Joan thought he already had is a mystery. It would probably have furthered his plan, and it would have been simpler. However, the heart has its reasons, unreasonable as they may seem. “Well, for heaven's sake!"’ Gwen gasped, as usual betraying depth of emotion by banality of phrase. ‘“‘What in the world happened between you two, Alex?” ‘Nothing,’ Alexreplied; “ nothingatall.” It was the sort of thing that tortured Gwer “You'vegottotellme,”’shesaid. ‘“You’ve imply got to—after dinner. We're late now. I'm going back to get Sim. He's grubbing for that pencil.” When she went in their room Sim was standing by her secretary looking through its drawers. She shook his shoulder. ‘“*Dinner?” he asked. She nodded assent, then leaning close shouted: ‘ You know what [ told you about Alex's having been in love with Joan. Well, what do you think he’s just asked me?” Her husband straightened himself. “You're talking again,” he said, using the verb in an invidious sense. ** Just for that I won't tell you the scream- ingly funny thing that’s happened,”’ Gwen retorted, and went out of the room with her head in the air. TO BE CONCLUDED) | THE HOUSE OF FULLER (Continued frem Page 32) no use going back over those years,” he went on more crisply. ‘‘They were mighty hard. Many a man could tell the same story, but not every man could be standing in a house like this to-night with the one dream of his life about to go through.”” He lifted his head proudly. ‘And here’s where you come in. I’ve wanted you all to have advantages — things I never had when I was akid. If Benjy, like a young fool, chose to get out before I could do anything for him it was his loss. I’ve made gentlemen of you two who stuck by me, though I will say it’s been expensive.” He grinned slightly, flicking the heavy ash from his cigar into the fire. “Fact is, | haven’t got many more years. Don’t interrupt,’’ he said curtly as John Paul murmured an affectionate protest. “That's all right. I’m not complaining.” He walked over to the table, poured him- self a Scotch and soda and tramped back to the fire. ‘‘Help yourselves,” he offered, but none of his sons moved. “It may seem funny to you young fel- lows,” he continued thoughtfully, “‘but a man who’s made good hates to leave it all. Oh, I’ve got as much religion as your mother could put into me, only’’—he peered into his glass with the look of a man unaccustomed to words—‘‘somehow no heaven I’ve ever heard of means as much to me as this little old earth. I’ve made myself and my name stand for something here. But people forget. I don’t want to be forgotten.”” He set down his glass with sudden force on a table one side of the fire. “Tt isn’t enough to leave money,” he said. “You might spend it all. I want to leave something substantial, something I can be proud of and you can be proud of. You needn't look so worried. I’m not thinking of endowing a home for crippled cats. I’ve got a better idea than that.” He paused as if to savor the impending announcement. Prentice leaned over from his chair and poured himself a drink. Benjamin never took his eyes off his father. He would always remember him as he stood then. There was a dignity, a strength of purpose in the old man’s harshly lined face, in his upright body. The log fire burned low behind him, the yellow lights cast soft shadows on the black and white of his eve- ning clothes. “One of those architect fellows said to me the other day something about this being the house of Fuller. That’s the way (Continued on Page 57)

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SL See ! ' f i (Continued from Page 54) he put it, and that’s what it is—the house of Fuller. Everything I’ve worked for is right here. This house stands for it all.” He brought it out triumphantly as a climax long planned. ‘‘This house and two hun- dred acres,’’ he went on with a wide gesture which seemed to carry them through the vast halls and rooms, beyond over the land that swept from the top of the hill down to the valley over fields and ore hards. “There's nothing better in the country.” His words came now slowly, impressively. ‘‘And Fullers are going to be born here for genera- tions to come; born in this two-million- dollar house I built.” His voice rose, re ac hing to the farthest corners of the room. “T felt pretty badly to-day,” he said in asofter tone. “You all act so crazy about it. You see, I can’t give it to all three of you. That isn’t the idea. I want to be fair. I don’t want any ugly feeling between you. I was going to put it up to you to-night. But, well—Prentice here, is the first to marry, and you mustn’t grudge him his luck.”” He paused. The hush in the room grew and spread until it seemed to weigh down the sitting figures of the three sons. **Prentice,”’ his voice rang out again, “‘I propose to settle this house on you and your wife, with ample means to keep it up. You can shut down the mills if you want to. You'll have plenty to do managing the farm. I make only this one condition: You and she are to live here at least ten months a year. Your children are to be born here. Their children are to be born here. In case there’s no male issue the eldest daughter may inherit it, but there never was a Fuller yet who didn’t have sons.” He drew himself up to his full height. ‘‘We’re here to stay,’”’ he said. “I’ve founded my house for you to carry on. Well, Prentice, are you afraid of your brothers? I'll make it up to them.” Prentice rose awkwardly. He stood, pale and embarrassed, shifting his balance from one foot to the other. “It’s fine of you, father. I you how much I appreciate it. would, too.” ‘Of course,” said his father impatiently. sia The truth is, though,”’ Prentice blurted out, “Tsabe 1 never could stand ithe country. She isn’t very strong and “Fiddlesticks!”” came harshly from the old man. ‘She'll get strong here fast enough.” Prentice glanced desperately first at Benjamin, who lowered his eyes, then at John Paul. ‘‘ You don't know her, father.” He fumbled, groping for words. ‘She'd I can’t tell Isabel never be happy in the country —never. You see, I know what she expects. She'd love the house, but —— “But what?” “She wants a house in New York,” Prentice went on with sudden courage. ‘And one in Newport. And she'll want to run over to Paris every season or so. I—we’'d be here for week- -e “nds sometimes, but really I don’t see ““Week-ends!” The old man threw back his head and laughed. It was not a pleasant laugh. ‘‘So you refuse, do you? “T don’t think it would work as things stand.”’ His gesture was helpless. “You refuse!’” He stood with clenched fists, glaring at his son. But now Prentice did not flinch. He met the fierce blue eyes steadily. ““So that’s the kind of girl you're going to marry? A vain, fly-about, society butter- fly. That’s what Hancy’s made of his girl, is it? Not strong enough for the country, for a simple sane life, raising her children in the house built for them. But she’s strong enough to go tearing round from New Y orkto Ne ~wport. What kind of a ‘Father!’ Prentice’s voice, short and angry, cut in. ‘That’s finished then,” thundered the old man. With an effort he stood erect, squaring his shoulders as against a blow. “I’m disappointed in you, bitterly disap- pointed. And mind you’’—he marched on his son, shaking his finger—‘‘I don’t pay for any of your houses or any of your wife’s gallivantin’s round. Understand? If Hancy wants to foot the bills he can.” “T’ll do any paying of my wife's bills there is,”’ said Prentice vigorously. His father twisted on his heel with an impatient shake of his shoulders. ‘‘ Don’t come whining back to me. That’s all,’’ he said roughly. ‘‘John Paul’’—he turned to his eldest son—‘‘ you ought to have had the first chance anyway. I'd like to see you settled here. You've stayed in Europe too long as it is. You ought to live in your own country. I guess you'll appreciate this house better than anybody."’ His eyes were bright and hard with eagerness. John Paul, his composure visibly shaken, stared at the shining tips of his pumps. “I do understand, father,’ he said at last. ‘Your feeling fits ingwith all I’ve learned to respect and love. of the objections I've had to this country. There seems so little sentiment, so little tradition here.” “Cut that stuff!” “Yes or no?” John Paul's round face sagged in worried lines. ‘I shall probably never marry,” he said in a low voice ““Nonsense!"’ cried the old man as if re- lieved. ‘“‘If that's all that’s troubling you. Plenty of nice girls who'd jump at the chance. ” He rubbed his hands cheerfully. “*T don’t know as I would object toa French girl if she were the right sort. But John Paul did not brighten. “It isn’t only that.” “Well, sir, out with it. good enough for you?” The eldest son looked up gently, regret- fully, rising at the same time with one of his graceful movements “I’m very sorry, father,”’ he said, step- ping forward. “It isn’t that your house hasn’t everything.”” He spoke with a cu- rious reluctance. ‘Everything money can buy,” he continued with sudden frankness. He gave one of his little foreign gestures. “That’s its trouble. Money can’t buy everything. And what should I do here?” he went on rapidly. ‘‘My friends, my interests are in France. I’ve practically bought an old house near Carcassonne from a friend of mine. It’s been in his family for years. He knew he could trust me with it And then I have a passion for collecting,’ he confessed. “I like puttering about and picking things up now and then.’ The old man stayed quiet, listening. But now, crimson with chagrin, he could con- tain himself no longer “*So this is what I get for you! country, have I? buy houses in France, have I? And to go puttering round picking things up!" He tried to imitate John Paul’s accent, with tragic effect. ‘‘And this house that means me and my race means nothing to you, no more than it meant to him and his scatter- brained girl.’’ He turned to scowl at Pren- tice, who was visibly holding on to his temper. ‘‘ Both the same—worthless!” he said bitterly. “Father John Paul tried to speak, but the old man would not listen. ‘You've said enough!"’ He turned vio- lently to Benjamin, who sat motionless in the corner of the lounge waiting for what he knew would come “So it gets back to you, after all,”’ said the old man staring down at him. “I never thought I was doing all this for you.” It cost him something to go on “But that’s the way it is. Perhaps it’s just as well you haven’t had your brothers advantages.” He was quieter now, ironical in the stress he laid on the word ‘‘advantages."”” He continued: ‘‘ You've knocked round the world as I did at your age. You're about ready, I should say, to marry some good girl and settle down. How about it?” Benjamin got up and gravely faced his father. ‘‘Count me out, dad,” was all he said. “What! You too?” roared the old man. “‘Three sons—three Fullers—and not one of them His voice broke. He went over to the fire and leaned heavily against the mantelpiece. Suddenly he turned like a bull about to. charge. ‘‘Get out, all of you! Get out before I i Benjamin motioned to his brothers, who stood there uncertainly. They understood. He felt rather than saw them move softly to the door, open and close it. Then he walked over to his father and put an affec- tionate hi and on his shoulder. **Dad,” he said earnestly, this doped out all wrong.” The old man shook off his son’s hand ‘Don’t yousee, dad?”’ Benjamin pleaded “Don’t you understand? It isn’t that we don’t care. We're oe all right. But we young fellows want to build our own homes, found our own families. 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The servants were no doubt at their pro- longed Christmas dinner. His brothers had probably retreated to one of their rooms to | talk it over. They must be feeling pretty bad. He found his father’s fur coat in the hall closet, and a cap. Silently he let himself | out into the night, breathing deeply. He must have walked a long time on those solitary country roads so white and frozen in the starlight, with shadows rising round, and the black line of distant hills. | The thought of his father stayed with him | constantly, making him tender and sad. He could see the old man bitter, disap- pointed, pacing the floor, huddled by the fire. The house when he got back to it rose | up heavy and gray, a ponderous thing no one wanted. He started for his room, but found himself standing before his mother’s door. He remembered that his father had | forgotten to lock it. Slowly he turned the | knob. The room wavered out of darkness, vaguely illumined by the light from the hall. A blacker shape held its place, huge, | immobile among those shadows. There was | something strangely sensitive about the | brooding pose. } “Come in.” It was his father’s voice. | “Shut that door.” Benjamin obeyed. The room sank again | into gentle dusk. The curtains were drawn back. A dimmed starshine sifted through the window. The old man was sitting up- | right in the rocking-chair. He sat on for a while without speaking. “Funny you thought of coming in here,” he said at last. “‘Say, Benjy, you wouldn’t try the mills, would you? I'd start you off with a bang-up salary.” His voice was wistful. All anger seemed to have dropped from him. Benjamin shook his head. “It’s too late, dad,”’ he said. ‘I’ve chosen my job and I’ve got to see it through.” “T thought you wouldn't,” said his father thoughtfully. ‘‘Well, then, that settles it. I have the house on my hands, and when I’m gone I suppose it’ll be sold and I'll be forgotten.” “You won't,” cried Benjamin, “‘and you know it!” He was near enough to see an odd little smile lift for an instant the corners of his father’s thin lips. “Yeah, I know.”” He looked up search- ingly at the dark figure of his son standing over him. ‘‘ You seem to have some com- | mon sense,” he said presently. ‘What d’'you think of Prentice anyway? Any- thing to him? Or is he just one of these soft city swells?"" He tried to speak indiffer- ently, but Benjamin was not deceived. ‘““How about the way he stood up to you to-night, dad? Does that look soft to you?” His father nodded. ‘“‘That’s so. Im- pertinent young puppy!” He gave a sud- den low chuckle. ‘“‘Gave it right back to May 29,1920 me, didn’t he? I'll bet that Hancy girl won't have it all her own way. I don’t know, though, as I care for this society business,”’ he added as if to himself. “‘There’s no harm in it,’”’ Benjamin de- fended. ‘‘You always wanted him to go to Harvard, dad. He made friends there and ii “* Anybody with money can make friends easy enough,” grunted J. T. “I won’t say the boy hasn’t a way with him,” he ad- mitted. ‘‘Hancy ain't the man to let his daughter marry any young nincompoop who comes along. I guess he’s got the Fuller blood in him, after all. But there’s John Paul. How about him?” Again he glanced up at his youngest son. “I don’t seem to be able to make him out.” Benjamin hesitated a moment. “John Paul,” he said slowly—‘‘why, he’s got the kind of thing you’ve got, only, thanks to you, he’s been able to work it out. He— he’s a sort of an artist.” His father moved, suddenly alert in the rocking-chair. “Say, I never thought of it that way! He always was different from the rest of us.” “He’s got a lot of you in him, dad,” Benjamin insisted. “Thinkso?” His father sounded pleased. ‘*Maybe. I never had his chances.” He thought a moment. ‘“‘Yeah, even John Paul. But you’re more like me than either of ’em.”” He spoke with rough feel- ing. ‘‘You’re a regular chip off the old block.” Benjamin grinned. ‘I’m proud of it, dad, though sometimes I wish’’—he felt himself a little wistful and shy—‘‘I wish I’d had more education. It’s my own fault,”” he went on quickly. ‘I never could stay put. I had to get out and root for my- self. Now Prentice and John Paul ——” His father rose, unwieldy in motion, and went over to his son. In that twilight his face was softened and yet stronger with the old square set of his jaw, his eyes as if awakened to an excite- ment of discovery. “T see it now. I’ve been on the wrong track,” he said, holding his voice down toa low rumble. He paused to peer about him as if he were addressing someone else in the room. ‘ You three boys—you're the house of Fuller. That’s what you are!” His voice rose to an exultant pitch. “I had a hunch I was missing something. You're enough for me. You'll keep me going each one of you. Why, this house here can go to the devil now. What's two million dollars to me!” The old boastful note sounded, but subdued. “It can go to the devil,”” he said. He gazed about him at the simple shapes so faintly outlined by the night. ‘Seems like I always knew it,” he murmured. He laid a hand on Benjamin’s shoulder. Then, as if ashamed of his emotion, he moved, a great bulk of a man, to the door. Benjamin followed him, feeling like a little boy again. They stood for a moment look- ing back. The light from the hall stream- ing over their shoulders fell on the empty rocking-chair. His father gave a queer little smile. “‘She always told me it would be this way,” he said.

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‘Is there anything else I can do while you're here to make you comfortable? | ied No, I guess not,” I told him. “ Nothing more than thi I don’t know anything that would make me more comfortable than getting a line on how many billion-dollar taxes the Federal Government is going to lide over onto business the next year or so ” I imagine there’s plenty of others with you, from what I hear,” said Jimmy Ta) lor ‘But that’s one thing a newspaper man doesn't have to worry about much excess-profit taxes.” “No, I see you don’ I said. “ Well you're lucky!” And then I thanked him and got down and lifted up my hook and got it back to the hotel, that foundation stone of the government finances! T! at was what you might call a monumental work Quite a monument! I got after it up in my room after dinner the estimates for the appro prations for 1921 that is, the govern ment year ending June 30,1921. It was dated, I saw, in the first part, in the last of November, 1919 ‘Now here's quite a thing!’ you said, when you opened it up. Eleven hundred pages, in table form —full of items and laws, apparently, and figures on the mar gin. It weighed something; it ought to! When you turned over in the back of it, to the summaries, you found it appro priated between four and one-half and five billion dollars— all put out in detail, with references to the laws. Billions all detailed into sections and ~ ‘ms, and all totaled finally together. You talk about the Book of Books — here was the Book of Billions! ‘There was some brain work that went into that,” [said to myself, “‘ that’s sure.”” And Lsettled myself down to look it over. The more I looked the less I understood. It was divided up in some way I didn't quite get — according to appropriation bills, apparently. Thou ands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of items—I should say; with brackets, commas, semicolons, inserted figures and law references. I'll give you one specimen, from Page 335 ‘Eradication of the pink boll worm: l'o enable the Secretary of Agricul ture to meet the emergency caused by the existence of the pink boll worm of otton in Mexico and to prevent the es tablishment of such insect the United States by the employment of all means necessary ere rent, outside the District of Columbia, and the employ ment of persons and mear in the ¢ ty of Washingtor a elsewhere ($595,800 $388,560 as follow Act July 24,1919 Vo 41, pp. 269, 270, See. 1, $388,560." There you have just. one specimen in the hundreds of thousands — salaries, rent, bat tleships, pensions, experiments, all in to gether, as far as I could see. You couldn't read it all in two weeks— to say nothing of understanding it “What human brain,”’ I said to my self, ‘is big enough to wrap itself round this thing?”’ From Mystery to Mystery line -wasn’t—that was sure. It was a book of billions, yes; but it was a book of mysteriesto me anyhow! It might as well have been a dream book or a collection of horoscopes, as far as | was concerned | know a little something about corporation reports, But here was a thing appropri ating almost five billions that was too much for me L couldn't make head or tail out of it So I laid it down finally, and after eleven o'clock sometime | gave it up, and turned in and dreamed about billions—-chased round by brackets and commas and semi colons barking and lashing their tail *Well,” L said, waking up, “it might be a nightmare this billion-dollar bool for one night. But what if you had it on yo brain all the time?"’ And | was curious to go over and see the fellows who deal wit! it right along, for a steady job So then at ten that morning I poked along through those old low corridors in the old Treasury Building, that look like what you used to read about the catacombs at Rome, only with each tomb numbered and THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE WONDERS OF WASHINGTON (Continued from Page 4) fixed up with an old-time summer barroom half door. Then finally I found the number of my man’s vault, and roused up the faith- ful negro door man, and he took me in. The man I was after got up and shook hands with me—a nice, quiet, agreeable fellow—very still and polite. You could see he was a shark on figures just the way his necktie was tied—right there to the fraction of a millimeter. He smiled when he shook hands, but his face had a kind of gad, serious look, I thought, underneath ‘Now, Mr. Burnham,” he asked me with a kind of sad smile, when he had sat down, just what service can I be to you?” And I told him, in general; he looking at me, sad and attentive. whole Government’s business system right there when I saw it first. But I can’t make it out. It leaves me worse off than when I started. “Now here,” I said, drawing up toward him and putting my hand on the book of the billions when the messenger brought it back—“here, as I understand it, is the foundation of it all—of all the Govern- ment’s business. I looked it over a couple of hours last night, and I must say it beat me. I can see,”’ I said, “that there was a lot of brain power that went into this. But somehow I can't follow it. Now what I yant to know in the first place is—just how was this got together? Just how was it done? And who was the man who did the Banking Room, U.S. Treasury Department, Washington, D. C. Now I tell you,” I said, apologizing, for [ could see right off he was a busy man, “I don't know as I ought to take up your time.” ‘Go ahead,” he said. “I want to do what I can.” “Well, I appreciate that,”’ I told him. “But [I'm down here on a kind of peculiar thing. By a sort of accident I got started thinking and wondering about government finances. I suppose you'll think it’s funny, but I’ve got them on my mind now and can't seem to get them out. It's like one of these old-fashioned puzzles you get started on sometimes,” I told him. “A kind of disease. You can’t sleep well again until you get it straightened out somehow! So I thought I'd come in here and see if I couldn't get set right on these Federal finances by a man who was worrying about them all the time. ‘They are just a little bit trying,’’ he said, smiling that sad, kind of patient smile once more. And I could see now, I thought, where he got it. There was somebody after him, asking some detail about the depart- ment on the telephone or at his desk every half minute ‘Now I tell you,” I said, ‘it’s a big sub- ject. But here's one place I think I might break in at: Have you that foundation tone here-—that billion-dollar book of yours?” ‘The billion-dollar book? voking at me ‘That big one,” I told him. “That book of the estimates for appropriations.” “Oh, yes. Yes,” he said, looking re- lieved. And he pushed a button and sent a messenger over into the next room for one. ‘That’s what is worrying me now,” I said, “especially; this book. I thought I had a clew to the whole situation—the " he repeated, | job—was able to? I want to pay my re- spects to him—whoever it was—who had the brains to get this up and grasp it all. The Secretary of the Treasury, I suppose.” He sat there a minute as if what I'd said had confused him. “This book,” he replied then in a very quiet, accurate voice, ‘‘as you probably know, is made up every year to guide the Congress in making the appropriations for the government departments, according to rules laid down by Congress.” “It's dated,” I said, “‘about the last of November “ “Yes. This one,”” he went on, fingering its leaves with a kind of sad respect, ‘‘ would be for the appropriations of the year end- ing June 30, 1921.” lh “You see,” he told me then, “it’s the duty of the heads of the different depart- ments of the Government, the various cabinet officers, to hand in their estimates for their departments before October fif- teenth to the Secretary of the Treasury; who then,” he went on, talking very ag- curately and precisely, “‘must have them compiled and printed to be placed before Congress by the first of December.” “Oh yes, I see,”’ I said. ‘“‘And in the meanwhile, I suppose the Secretary of the Treasury works out what he thinks is right—about how much, comparatively, each department ought to have out of the government revenue. Makes a kind of budget, you might say.” “Oh, no,”” said my expert at figures, in his sad, patient voice. ‘No, the Secretary of the Treasury has no rights under the law to make any changes in the estimates which each department says it wants from Congress. He merely compiles them and May 29,1920 puts them in book form along lines pre- scribed by Congress for its appropriation bills; and then passes them on to Congress a few weeks later.” “Then I was wrong,”’ I said. “Wrong?” he asked me, giving me that earnest look again. “It wasn’t the brain of the Secretary of the Treasury, which I was wondering about, that got up this thing.” “He would scarcely have time, you see in the time at his disposal—to do more than compile the others’ reports.” “T see. I see he wouldn’t,” I said, look- ing over at the book. . »,”’ he went on, in that quiet, even voice he had, “the secretary in this case is just the transmitter of the figures of the other departments.” “He edits them and places | them in order i in the book, I suppose?” “Oh, no,’ "he told me. “No, Congress prescribes even that order. He merely transmits the figures, as I have said, of the other departments. Hedoesn’t even guarantee that their figures are right. He doesn’t know, in fact; and couldn't know if he wanted to. The several de- partments all have their different sys- tems of accounting; in some instances have a dozen systems in the same depart- ment. The secretary might learn some- thing perhaps if he had a special force working some months in the depart- ment’s books. But even that would be doubtful.” Who is Responsible? And then he stopped and waited for me, while I absorbed it and got it set right in my mind. @ “And unfortunately,” he went on, with a sad kind of explanatory smile ‘we have no such machinery for inves- tigation in the departments.” ‘I see,” I said, waking up finally; “I see. Weil, that makes it all the more mysterious — that is, to a stranger,”’ I said, apologizing. “What?” he asked me then. “That billion-dollar book,” I said. “This little plaything here. As I un- derstand you,” I said. “‘T want to get this right, for I guess I was on the wrong track to start with. From what you say, as [ understand you, it isn’t the Sec- retary of the Treasury’s brain that gets this book up at all. It can’t very well. It can’t handle it in any general way, or really know about it, before it goes to Congress. “Well, we add it up, of course. He knows the totals—if you mean that.’ “But he has no opinion about them- whether they're right or wrong; whether they ought to be allowed or not; or whether the country can afford them? As far as this book goes, the Secretary of the Treasury, as I understand it, neither plans nor knows about what’s in here.” “Oh, no,” said my man, looking sadder and more patient. “That's not his duty, you understand, under the law.”” “You just add it up, and sprinkle in the semicolons and brackets, and pass it along from the departments to Congress. And so far as this book goes the Secretary of the Treasury is a kind of boss printer. Do I get that right?” “You might put it that way,”’ said my man, showing by his voice that he cer- tainly never would himself. “And I don’t suppose the Secretary of the Treasury does that with his own hands—the additions and punctuations,’ I said, going on, trying now to warm him out of his sadness a little. “Oh, no. No,” he said, without chang- ing his voice, “the secretary would have someone in the department do that for him.” “T see,” I answered. ‘Well, then, so far as the Secretary of the Treasury and this foundation of the Government's finances is concerned, I was all dead wrong So far as this book is concerned, in any practical way, you might say, the brain of the Secretary of the Treasury never touches it at all. That is, unless I am mistaken,”’ I said. “You might put it that way.’ “Well, then,” I asked, ‘“‘whose does? “Whose does?” he repeated after me. (Continued on Page 63) ” 9 —

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= ah oP na tN lt inet Sand ' ‘ t i (Continued from Page 60) “You'll excuse me,” I said, apologizing, ‘won’t you, if I ask these ideas as they occur to me?” “Oh, yes; certainly.” “Well, whose brain does touch this thi ing, this billion-dollar book, these plans for government finances as a whole?” ‘Well, as to that,’’ he said, considering, ‘so far as the Treasury Department is con- cerned, I don’t think you could say anyone does—in the way you mean.” “Or in any other departments?” “Oh, no,” he said. ‘‘ No, not asa whole.” “Oh, I see,” I said, giving a kind of a little jerk—when I thought of it. “My mistake. I thought maybe there would be somebody who would kind of look the thing over and shape it up; especially now we're spending all these billions after the war.” ‘How could they?” he asked me, with that patient look again. ‘‘Under the ex- isting law?” ‘I don’t see, myself,” I said hurrying on. ‘Now then, there’s nobody’s mind that touches it in general, we'll say,’”’ I went on, looking over at that book of the billions, ‘as a whole. But now take it in detail. I suppose there’s a good deal of chance for direction inside the departments. You can look at it another way, of course,” I said, the thought coming to me. ‘‘ You can look at it that every one of those eleven hundred pages must average to carry appropria- tions of four million dollars. So now, in detail,” I said, ‘‘I suppose the heads of the de partments give a good deal of time to planning out their part.” “Well,” he answered me, “they may, in some instances. But more generally s ‘More generally?’ I said, prompting him ‘Well,”’ he said, “‘ the secretaries are very busy men, al couse, with the detail of their offices.”’ ‘I see,” I said. ‘‘So they hand this kind of work over to the other men under the m. The heads of the-- what do you call them? “The bureaus?”’ “The bureaus, yes. They do it, I sup- pose, for the secretaries.”” “Well, in cases, yes,”’ he said. ‘“‘But the great body of the work, the general ex- penses of the department, would probably be handed over to men in the clerical serv- ice under the bureau head. He, of course, too, is a very busy man. “So the main figures from the depart- ments, the figures in this book here, are gotten out by the clerks in the bureaus?” “Well, yes,”’ said =e man, Proce peaking; unless the he sad of the bureau or department had some special project of his own, some new work or extension of work.” More Cross:-Examination “W hie h would boost the expe onditures, I said “more or les ? 7 presume that would be apt to be the final result,’ he told me. “But no dif- ferent from the tendency of the clerks in making up the general figures for their bureaus. Naturally they will want to get all they can for their own work.” “Naturally,”’ I said, and stopped just a second, drawing in my breath before I went on, “T see,” I said. “I think I see. ]’m getting it gradually about the book of the billions. So far as the figures go—all these four or five billion dollars—they’re made up principally by clerks. They pass them on to the head of their bureau, who lays his hands on them; then he passes them on to the head of the department, who lays his hands on them. And before October fif teenth they come to the Secretary of the Treasury, who lays his hands on them, and passes them on to Congress.” “Well, that would be one way of putting , he told me again. “But so far as any one human brain touching it ar that time—thinking of it as a whole—there isn’t any, not before it gets to Congress ie “You could say that, too, I suppose,”’ he sai id with a kind of re proac hful look. ‘As a whole I mean I said, trying to express myst If. ‘As one business — tion, you might say. Toshape it up, to hold it down, to put it together?” ‘Well, no, perhaps not,”’ he answered me, “But doesn’t that turn the whole thing loose?”’ I asked him. “Don’t they spend right and left without anybody responsible for them? Don't it cost the country } manana of millions of dollars with our ppropriations a the y run now; billions maybe, during this lz ast, war? With nobody at the head of things? “Oh, yes; cert: ainly, ” he said. “But what can we do under existing law? : “Well,” I said after a minute, “I’m glad to understand that. It explains a lot to me. You see, I was under a misapprehen- sion about this whole thing. I thought probably—now we were spending all these billions and putting out all this debt, es- pecially—that there was somebody down here, probably here in the Treasury, plan- ning in advance what we were going | to do.” ‘It is very difficult,’ he told me, “under existing law. In fact it can't be done “I see,” I said. “Well, now I won't bother you any more about that. I'll want to go off and think it over myself. But here's one thing I do want to ask you. Maybe it’s connected some way with this last thing or touches it at some points per haps. What I want to ask you,” I told him, “‘the main item I started to find out about in this thing—is about the general conditions of our government finances About this current year, ending June 30, 1920.” ‘Yes?’ “Are we going,” I asked him, “to run into a deficit of three or four billion dollars in the operations of this year or are we laying up money at the rate of a billion a year out of our taxes? I get it both ways.” Debts and Deficits “You've heard probably, I expect,”’ he said to me, “‘what they are saying about the deficit down at the Capitol?” ‘For one thing.” “‘And for another that statement in the newspapers about the re pong yg of the debt, which was printed a day or two ago?” “Well,” he said, ‘they're both excusable in away; but they are both misinterpreta- tions of the real situation.” ‘T see,” I said, watching him. “Tn a way we shall have a deficit, as indicated by the last Secretary of the Treasury’s report; a —— 1g deficit of something over three billion. But that is not a deficit for the current year. It isa kind of hold-over from the war—mostly a residue of expenditure not taken care of by the last issue of Victory Bonds. While on the other hand, the so-called reduction of the debt was merely temporary—for a few weeks—during a period of the excess of receipts. The debt wiped out then momen- tarily will have to be renewed again almost immediately. “Perhaps the best and simp lest way to see re sally how the United States’ finances are getting on from the standpoint of the Treasury is to get it here,”’ he said. He reached over then and took up a Secretary of the Treasury's report off his desk, and opened it in that slow accurate way that men who handle f —_ have. ‘An excel- lent way is to look in here on Pages 202 and 203 and see what the secretary expected to happen. And in doing this the best thing to do is just to lay aside the items of debt, for the moment—and compare what we call ordinary expenditure with ordinary income.” “All right,” I said. * According to that, then, he expected a deficit within the year of about seven hundred million dollars?’ “That's it.” ‘And how's it working out, as a matter of fact?” I asked him. “Well, to-day,” he said, “‘we expect to beat that, by quite a on.” “How much?” I asked him. “How much of a deficit will “6 ‘I wouldn't like to say. We migt t have a deficit there of half a billion dollars per haps. But you’ve got to remember,” he started -eminding me right away, “‘that Congress isn't through ay yet—on stuff which may ctype wt yp year. f there were railroad appropriation up in the hundreds of millions—that the secre tary didn’t calculate at all in his report Sut I wouldn’t be surprised at a defi¢ somewhere round half a billion “T see,”’ I said. ‘“‘Now tl at’s for 192 Now that’s fine,’”’ I said. “We're ge g somewhere now in this book. We've got something here we can put our teeth into,” I said, taking up the waepey of the Treasury’s report and looking at it. ““We've got, you say, some half a billion y in de ficit this year?” ‘ Approximately. “Yes. Within, say a hundred millior dollars either way?’ _~ you have? THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 1, looking along. in the ; where the secretary, figures, goes ty tow and még ups out he it i thinks is going to hap pe n in the fey rn ment year of 1921 , | wouldn't go into that of a formal ~~ not valuable, for your purposes there are items there into the hundreds ee yg billions, whic! | may come up 2 whic hv we ane oe ww nothing ‘Low in the expe ndi ‘tures, “4 don't mean a deticit of tha hurried to tell me. Re 2 t car i tell, t + ings you rigI t back agai tied up with red tape s within hundreds « worrying these days general indefinite voice; he'll do to mae the ond not ‘knowing within a billion or two wh ere he’ s coming out. * he went on, after pausing a little while, ‘I’m afraid you don’t quite understand. have a wrong idea about the duties of the calls upon him to do Did you ever see of the Government Treasury has under him? and opened up and handed me a Congressional Directory. Just read the = divis ion ones in bold type,” A Busy Official So I started reading them thirteen of them in all: troller of the Currency, Internal Revenue, the Auditors for Departments, the Register the Bureau of Engraving and Printing, the » General Supply Committee. = ?”. I asked him when I] undred thousand in the » thing I don’t aa ‘I don’t know as I kr ow what you mean ‘Well, doesn’t he have to plan ahead, lay 63 Plan out and tell Congress or the shy n or some shody what the country ‘*s got to do to get along, getting in and putting out its billion s nowadi iys? , ‘No,” he said. “If you mean the secre tary has to lay down any financial policy for the Government—no, he's not expected to. And, in fact, as I’ve shown you already, he couldn't if he wanted to, because he has no real means of making any accurate fore casts.’ ‘So he just has to sit and worry about I said, coming back again to my old idea, “‘because he hasn't any means of working out the information that would naturally go with his job?”’ ‘Now let me tell you,”’ he said, his voice getting sadder and sadder and more patient; ‘I’m not sure that you understand yet. It isn’t really the work of the Secretary of the lreasury by law to plan out the fiscal policy of the Government. That isn't his work, It isn’t expected of him And if he had all the machinery in the world he hasn't the authority to do it ‘No authority?” I said after him. “Of course you realize,”"’ he went on to tell me, ‘that under the organization of the Government no officer has any power except what's given him by law?” ‘Certainly,’ I said. ‘And he hasn’t any such powers as you eem to think he has, They’re not given to ‘In other words,” I burst out then, “the secretary of the Treasury isn’t the Secre tary of the Treasury—by law. That what anybody—any stranger not familiar with Washington— might expect. Is that right? Do I get it finally?” I asked him Getting at the Truth ‘Perhaps—yes, if I get your meaning Our secretary hasn't the general direction of national finances. He's not a Secretary of the Treasury in the English sense — if that’s what you mean. He's not like the Chancellor of the Excheq ler there, whose whole business is to put his whole mind or this matter—the work of making a fiscal! policy, on future revenues and appropria tions and how much the government will cost.”’ ‘They rdo that over the are, then?” asked him. “Over across?’ ‘In all the European countries,” he said “Oh, yes. Yes. You must remember,” he went on, “of course, that » far as the Chancellor of the Exchequer is concerned he isn’t tied up the way our Secretary of the Treasury is— with all these other duties He’s freed for this one job ‘Getting and spending the billion I said. ‘*Yes. Whereas, on the other hand, ou secretary is a very busy man with all hi other duties. x “T see he is,” Isaid., “It’s too bad. But as I understand you, just to be sure I'm right,”” I said, ‘over there they all have a man who looks out for this business of get ting and spending the billions. But here I said, ‘“‘we just flop along here with our billions, in this land of the free, without any Secretary of the Treasury or Char cellor of the Exchequer to guide us on that line ‘Well, yes,”” he answered me, looking a little the way your wife does wher you sneeze too loud in church—“‘if you care ti put it tr it way r ; ‘You'll excuse me,” I told him, “but it’s rather a surprise to me all this 1 had an idea all the time that maybe the Seers tary of the Trea sury did mething wit! planning things out for us; especially now we had so much money to handle a ‘There was a time, when the starte Ss ago, at the begu United States Government,” he we then to tell me, “when the secretar have a function of that kind; when he to plan the revenues and appropri: our Government Sut that idea died kind of natural death—starting ir Andrew Jackson's time. Jatkso probably know, didn’t like finar and finances; and he had just as few the Government as he could And ) Secre tary of the Trea ury rather dr i out of sight about that time ‘And they turned the politicians in,” I said. ‘Thi specialty t’s it that was old Ja , as I understar “So they say,” he i And didn’t have much worr ther enue of the Goverr ment we paratively at that time t! (Continued on Page 65

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(Continued from Page 63) any need to save; in fact, they had hard work to make up political schemes enough to spend it.” So the Secretaryship of the Treasury, as an office, just died off naturally—into pe ili ities? Is that it?” *That’s about it,” he told me. “And when they made up the revised statutes about 1870, they just dropped these rights that the Secretary of the Treasury had along these lines—of planning or arranging a budget in advance—out of the laws. They had a right to, for he hadn’t used the rights for thirty or forty years. They were a dead letter. So now all the Secretary of the Treasury is, as far as planning any about all he has to do in times is to have somebody com- estimates of appropriations, this ar book of yours; and keep a general idea of what revenue is coming in, so Congress can know; and he can make an educated guess about future revenue in his annual report. And very occasionally, if there’s going to be an ex- cess of expenditures over revenues there w iring this last war—he will have to tell the President, ‘so that he can tell Congress what he thinks ought to be done about new re\ But that, of cours se, doesn *t happen very often. ‘Once in a generation or so,’ ae “Well, in the ances goes nary

Kind of like asd enues, ’T said. meanwhile,” I said, “‘be- tween generations, he can’t be doing much of this work. He’s probably doing some- thing else. He must have his mind pretty well occupied with coast guards and public health, and printing bank bills, and count- ing the gold mint; and maybe, in odd moments, making a few political spe es on the side = ‘I don’t know as I would say that,” said the treasury expert, getting a little re- oachful again ‘Maybe not,” I said. other thing: In the meanwhile,” ‘who's got his old jot baa ‘His old job?” he said “Who's got the job we'll do next — plann looking after the billions—like ellor of the 1 England?”’ ‘Well, now, th you'd ask somebody else. bit out of my line.” ‘Oh, all right,”’ I said, starting to get up. “But so far as the Secretary of the Treas- there’s nothing of that sort there by law? They’ve got him fixed by law so he’s a kind of cross betwee ‘na job printer and a teller in a bank‘ “TI think, perhaps,” he putting it as in the ‘But here’s an- I said,

after me. now of planning ing Ou r finances thi is ¢ shan- Exchequer you talked about what ’ he said, “‘I’d rather It’s just a little ury is concerned, “that’s said, Law and Red Tape “T understand,” I said. “I apologize. You see, it kind of got on my nerves, I f learning all this for the first time. It’s just a little bump for me. But now,” I said, ‘that’s law and red tape! They’ve got the Secretary of the Treasury tied down so far as this job is concerned. But of course somebody's got it, naturally. We aren't just floating along, throwing out loose billions on the stream of time. There must be somebody watching this. And I suppose, naturally, it’ll be the President especially since this war, and all this talk of extending the powers of the executive. There wouldn’t be any place where it would be more natural to extend them, would there, than here where we jumped tens of billions— and mind paying for our expenses into the the counts y almost lost its them? “You'd think not,’ said my man, “but that’s a thing I think you'd better ask somebody else about.” ‘The President would have the power ome way, I should say, certainly, or could ‘Well, I’m sorry I can’t tell you,” said my man, getting up now to te ll me good-by. It was time I went; his desk was piled up with stuff that I'd held up. He turned back sadly and started in trying to catch up with it, like a man starting after an end- less task. So then I went along out muttering to myself, out through the catacombs with the barroom doors, thinking over what I'd learned. And finally I found myself on Pennsylvania Avenue in front of Jim Tay- lor’s place again. And I remembered then that I had his book of the billions: and I went back to the hotel and dragged it over.

It might be of some use to him sometime; it certainly wasn’t any to me. “Well,” he asked me, “how are you coming out with your government finan- ces? Have you got it all straightened out?” “I’ve learned several interesting things. For one thing, I learned the Secretary of the Treasury was dead.” “Dead?” said Jim Taylor, jumping up. “Back in Andrew Jac kson’ s time,’ I said. ‘‘Don’t get excited,” I said. ‘The otfice—not the man.” “Oh!” said he, settling down again. And then I told him what I had on my mind now. They seem to have abolished any THE SATURDAY EVENING POST

financial management here they had, by | law. Unless,” I said, “tas I suppose is quite likely, the President has taken over some of those powers since things cut loose so in wartime and we've been spend- ing so much money. ‘Well, I don’t know,” he told me. “I don’t think so. I can’t tell you just ex- actly what the President’s powers are along that line. What you want now apparently is a shark on the legal end, like the other man on the figures. That’s it,” I said, “T’ve got just the man for you,” said Jim Taylor. ‘‘He’s a kind of man of lei- —_ of some <¥ ons rty, who lives here in Woeshington and hasn't much to do him- se ite so he takes a thes oretical interest in the laws and reforms and such things. He's quite a friend of the President's, or the Adminis stration’s anyway. You know the kind.’ “T guess so,” “T guess.” I said. So he got me to this man, and I told my troubles to him. The Public Getting Interested He was quite different from the shark on figures, this expert on the law; but a goo | fellow, too, thin and tall and dressy, i: a lean, long-legged way that goes with a cutaway coatandspats. He worea cane, ar d a white edge to his vest, and he had the nicest finger nails I ever saw. “You see,’ I told him, “I’ve got into this thing and I can’t let go. It’s kind of got to me. I never saw anything just like it in my experience knocking round the busi ness world. It seems that vs got the Secretary of the Treasury tied up by law so | he can’t manage the Government’s finances if he wants to. “Yes,” he told me, nodding his head. **But the country’s got to have a finan- cial manager! It would mean hundreds of millions of dollars’ loss to let it slop along without any direction. So 1 saw right off,” I said, “‘that the President would probably look out for that especially during and since the war.’ “The President is a very busy man,” he told me, tapping on the club table before him with his little finger, ‘occupied with great affairs.’ ‘This is pretty fair size, too,”’ I said. “True!” he said. “True! They make quite a feature of it in English politics. It is ag eon the leading issue in Parliament the taxes, the budget—-a thing on which ministries fall. ing of Parliament, is a great event,” he said, Budget night, at the open- | tapping the table again with his polished | little finger nail. But here,’” he went on, “‘we have never featured our finances politically. Perhaps because we were so prosperous a nation, and the public was | therefore so little interested.’ ‘They're interested now,” I told him. ” a forget that!” he answered me, “‘we must not. And we're apt not to get these things these tides of public interest—-here in Washington so quickly as outside.” ‘You do strike me this subject,” I said. “Well, of course, you must remember,” he told me, ‘Washington is really a po- litic:l and not a business center.” “Yes, I've noticed that myself,” I told him. ‘But now here, I want to ask you: The President has the power, hasn’t he, to take hold of this thing, to set up a financial manager for the country, or take the management himself?”’ ‘Well, now you raise a nice question there,” said my man, pushing the table with his favorite little finger. ‘‘You know, of course, that as the law stands now the Congress does not contemplate the Presi- dent’s taking a hand in the planning of the finances. That’s provided for in one of the two plans, as you no doubt know, that are now before the Congress’’—he always put as a little calm on

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And whether under his appointing powers he could force himself into the situation, by compelling his cabinet officers to report a budget through him to the Congress, is a nice question. He might theoretically, because a cabinet officer must do what he as} or resign, in the last analysis. The Presi dent has that much power. But practically as you know, anything like this was attempted—any use of the President’s power —it failed; and under the most favorable circumstances ph ' } ‘ no doubt, the only time that possible ‘Which time was that?’’ I asked him 1 Administration, at the time, as perhaps you m remember, } when he was endeavoring to put a nationa budget tem through the Congre And he had then all the advantages of a special comn ion with a special appropriation working with hir And Congre threw him down? ‘Absolutely flat! Budget, ! For as you know — yn, ‘the Congress is always very budget sys- ( ealous of it prerogatives; ind financial power es pec il In its all o, of course, from the earliest da f ‘Oh, yes, alway And in the last anal of course, the executive department if the United States, excepting the office of the President, are all the creatures of the Congress; all created by its laws. No,’ he said, looking down, think point is interesting theoreticall) dent might in theory attempt to do some ing, “‘your A Presi- perhaps make a rough planning of our finances; but practically it would less now. He's not expected to, and he has no means of doing anything in thi You can’t start flying without wings!” he said Especially when your legs are tied up with red tape,”’ I told him. Precisely !”’ ‘Well, then,”’ I went on, “let me go over hi if you don’t mind. The fact is, as yet it, we're putting out four or five lions annually now in government ex- and so far as directing it—manag- ing it in any buisness way gether—-there’s not one human brain that | can discover that ever touches it?” **Not here,” he said. ‘* Not in the execu- tive end. Not asa whole.” ‘And in the meanwhile—with all our government expenses, all these billions the Government is putting out—a_ business manager, a good executive like the head of a big corporation, could save hundreds of millions, perhaps billions, for us every year—or during the war, anyhow?” “Undoubtedly,” he said. ‘Some huge sum, certainly.” ‘And here we sit!"’ I said, stopping, wallowing Government is a fascinating study, isn’t * he asked me ‘It’s about the same,” rising, “‘as if I, in tl told half a dozen or a hundred foremen to go ahead and make and work out their contracts by themselves, without a mana ger, and then I went off to Palm Beach.” “I've heard men in the T ; told me be use line. penses, getting it to- I said, my voice e contracting business, ment say,” he position of a man whose lutely unrestricted bank account, and all he’s got to do about it is to hustle and pply the bank with money to meet her ened What's going tol appen "” at him. “What would happen?” he asked me back. I jumped up. ‘I don’t believe it!’ I said. ‘I don’t believe it! Not what you said, you under- stand,”’ lwent on, setting myself right. ““Not up here in the executive departments! I don’t believe but what there’s some human brain somewhere that’s got a line on this thing as a whole. ‘They ain’t no such thing’—like the fellow said about the gi- raffe—as what this looks to be on its I said, staring THE SATURDAY EVENING POST surface,” I said. “If there isn’t : control here—if the Secretary ury and the President don’t control it then there must be somebody, some one man down in Congress who gets it all to- gether in his head. There must be some one human brain touching this thing some- where—or we wouldn’t be complaini: about our taxes we'd have been bust long ago!” “Why don’t you go down ar down there?” he told me, smili ‘I will,” Isaid. “I’lidoit. I and see a ig 1! d see them ng a little. ll go down » interested to learn what you find out f anything,’”’ he said, still smiling at me much! And in the meantime I'm very glad to have had this chat with you. It’s a fascinating subject—alway ‘I'm the man to be thanking you,” I said, “‘andIdo. But this thing has got me You'll excuse me if I seem kind of abrupt This thing’s got me going in my mind!” ‘It’s a very fascinating subject, undeniable,”’ he was telling me as we were going out the chabieuse Goce. ‘What is this thing?” I asked my walking along with m y head down. it isn’t possible! N 1 that way. Billions!’ I said. ‘‘Billio Billions rolling loose!" I kept saying it over to myself until I almost ran down a limousine on a cross walk, and then I straightened up and got a street car and went on down to the Capitol. I dug up my Congressman, Henry Blake, down there, and told him what I was after ‘Sure! e said right off “Isn't it a oay could do bus ness 1 rig ff ime the way the finances of th ‘ pir mg under this Administra tion?” Henry’s a Republican of course ‘We've got to watch out all the time, all over this coun is countr ry, Or were iikely to have trouble—not only ir a gov busing oy 3 ‘We're all kind of wondering, anyhow, I said, “‘ir 1 usiness. I guess that wouldr be overstating it.” “No.” ‘So I had a little time to kill down here,” I explained to him, ‘“‘and I thought I'd see just who was looking out for us along this line; just who had this whole subject of Federal finances on his mind down here. | thought you might be able maybe me on it, here in Congress.” to steer Mules With Wings “That’s right. That's right,”’ he said. “I’m glad you came round. But now,” he said, ‘‘you'll appreciate that we Congress men have all got our own work that keep us busy, on the special ¢ mmittees that do Ry business in Con- gress; and this isn’t just right along my part TP ns. line of we rk But I’ve got just 1e fellow for you I've got a good friend on the big committee, and he can put you wise to the whole thing.” ‘You haven't got the information your- se if?” I said. ‘No; as I told you,” he said again, “I’m so busy along thes e other lines.” ‘Yes, naturally,”” I answered him. “Every body ’s busy with his own line here, like every body else. lines of special es. “Allright then,” I said, “take mer round, if you will, to see your man, and I won't waste any more of your time.’ So he took me twisting round the cor- ridors, and finally we sat down in one of the rcoms of the big committee, underneath an oil painting of an old-time polar expedition of three men that almost got up to the North Pole forty years ago, carrying old burnside whiskers. It was an important place, you could see that. You can tell importance of any government room in Washington, I've found out, generally, either by the size of the cl indeliers or the » pictures on the wall. And you could see that this committee was a big one by both signs. The picture was half an acre, more or less, In size; an delier looked like an ouk tree after a New england ice storm Then after a minute or two they called our committeeman out from the other room, where they were having their com- mittee meeting. He came walking out to meet us—a nice hearty easy-mannered man; he looked to me like a lawyer from a small town in the West “They keep us hustling in these appro- priation hearings—you have no idea!”’ he said, wiping his forehead. ‘“‘You have no idea the trouble we have with these fel- lows from the executive departments up on May 29,1920 the other end of the avenue. They ge extravagant scheme in their heads they want to put through; some pla the Agricultural Department works out to grow wings on mules by cross fertilizing with pigeons, so they can use them in the swamps down South—or something of that And they spend their year thinking how they'll get it by us down here. And 's bad! Bad for this country! It’s bad all the time—but especially since this war 1. They got their hands in on the billions, and they hi ite to go back into the ten-millions ¢ It’s too low and common field for such great minds t work in. You've got to watch out ever some new order. ende second or they'll slip someth ing DS A sure And the worst is you can’t get t truth out of them about what the y rea hould have —with dynamite.” No Man's Job ‘I was telling our friend Henry, here,” he said, pointing to Blake, “‘just the other day, that if it kept on I was going to bring ab ll allowing the Committee on Appro priations to use the water cure or some other mild form of torture, so we could get the truth out of these fellows from the departments and bureaus, as to Just what they had hidden away in those bills of theirs, when they come in here and try and le them through us. That’s the onl I can think of of ever getting wood pile Mi HO al way out the negro in the practk are nothing. You could cut hundreds of millions; billions from these bills probably) f you Just knew what each bureau's game was They blame t onto Congress You hear them talking about the extravagance of Congress! It makes me laugl it’s ever done to cut dow: lls and to see the matter done right down here at th er ' appropriatior Here's where the cutting down of app! ropriation bills takes place, right here side the Capitol.” *That’s just the line I came to ask you about,” I said; and told him what I wanted avenue; and every bill will show it! "a take it,”’ I said “from what you say that there’s somebody rig here in Con- gress—the head of this Committee on Ap propriations perhaps —that takes the thing up and looks at the revenue, and the ap- pr »priations and the future financial t and the hole big thing th country at large is hollering about —the taxes and the debt and the finances! He stopped for a minute then before he answered me ‘Well, I'll tell you,”” he said then, “‘it’ this way. No, you can't say there’s ar one man in Congress that would have tl business in his mind ‘Maybe it isn’t a man,” I answered him ‘Maybe it’s a committee.” ,no,” he said. ‘Not that either hough it was at one time —if you want to go back “Go back?” I said after him . If you go back to the beginning of tl overnment; in fact, all the way up to 1865 there was one committee in the House and one in the Senate that had charge of all the finances—the revenue and the appropriations.” “So they’d know the whole problem “Well, yes,” he said, “‘and handle it as a whole.” ‘And then what happened?” I asked him or KNOW t ali >» in 1865, they split it into the House nto the Wavs and and the Appropriation Commit » one handling revenue, of course er the appropriatior And think it was, the Senate did the Same ‘What was that ‘Well, they for one committee, as I understand it,” he said ‘Isn't that,” I asked him, “just what for?”’ I asked him thought it was pretty big these people who are after this form are asking for to-day committee on finances in each House?” “Yes,” he told me, “I expect tha budget re- this one single ¢ about it, *Well—and then “‘ After 1865?” ‘Well, then it ran along in the House intil 1885—and they changed it to the way it is now—split up the appropriation bill between six or eight oom ee in the House; and later on they did about the same thing in the Senate.” what?” I asked him (Continued on Page 69)

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— a Femi " (Continued from Page 66) “What was that for?” I asked him. “Some general idea it would improve things?” ‘No. No, not exactly. Politics started it, as I understand. Old Sam Randall, seems, was head of the House Appropria- tions Committee in 1885—and, of course, that was the big strong committee; for all appropriations start here in the House, of course, and this committee gave out all the money really—or could hold it up always anyhow And Randall got to using this power to force other bills through; and they just split the whole thing wide open, and put a good share of the appropriations into the hands of minor committees—to bust up Randall and his crowd.” “That was the way of it?”’ I said. ‘‘Poli- tics, hey? Political jockeying?” “Yep. You've got to have a certain amount,” he told me. ‘You know that.” ‘Sure, I understand that. But how does it leave you now?” I asked him. “Oh, neighbor,” said the committeeman on the big committee, “‘don’t talk about it! You ought to see it. All these bills coming from different departments to dif- ferent committees—all split up in the dif- ferent appropriation bills, so that one department may have to go to as many as ten different committees to get all its ap- propriations; and one committee like this big one of ours may have to make appro- priations for all or sections of sixteen different departments—considered in over fifty different divisions. And then, too, the committees are all working at once; and they’ get through— each one—when they are through; and when each one thinks they’re through, in come the _ urgent- deficiency bills and the general-deficiency bills; and when they’re all done, sometime it the end of the year, when the last sun- et is done over Congress, they add it all up—and that’s the total appropriation and that’s when any living human mind gets the first idea of it. A Mighty Queer Thing “That’s the other end from that book,” I said—‘“that book of the billions, where ou all start from,’’ I said. And I told him about trying to read it to make it out. ‘If you think that’s complicated,” he said, ‘‘you ought to see one of those charts these fellows who are working to get a budget bill through show of the way the committee’s system is hitched onto the different departments through the different bureaus. It looks like a madman’s dream of a plate of spaghetti.” ‘You are going to pass a budget bill,” [ said. “I suppose both Houses, before you ‘re through?” “Well, yes,”’ he said. ‘“‘I suppose so, probably Something. And then, of course,”’ he went on with the other sub- ject, ‘‘you've got to remember that about the same thing in many ways is going On in the Senate; and then after the appropria- tions are getting shaped up the Ways and Means Committee in the House and the Finance Committee in the Senate have got to get busy on the revenue end. So that doubles and quadruples the thing up.” “So that’s the way it works now?” I said, waking up finally. “Yep,” he said. ‘‘Government’s a queer thing, ain’t it, when you come down to consider it in detail? So you see how likely it is that you'll find any one man down at this end—or any other end,” he said finally when I didn’t answer him. “T see,” I said waking up a little out of my trance. “ Well, I’m much obliged to you anyhow,” I said, getting up. And he got up with me. ‘I wish I had more time to spend with you and talk it over. It’s a big question, but you see how I’m fixed. These com- mittee hearings keep you driving from one year’s end to the other. We're just driven to death, especially on this particular com- mittee,”’ “T ean see you are,” I said, shaking hands So then I went out from under the big chandelier and the men with side whiskers discovering the pole, and wandered round the corridors of the Capitol—half stupe- fied, trying to believe it. For, of course, now I saw at last that this thing was true, just as they had all tried to tell me. There wasn’t, after all, any one human brain that took care of the revenues and expenses of the Federal Government — or touched them ds a whole. And then finally I got back to the hotel. THE SATURDAY I was sitting there in the lobby smoking, untangling my ideas, thinking to myself, trying to imagine all the billions—rolling on alone— when something heavy lighted or my shoulder, and I fooked and saw a hand weighing some ten or fifteen pounds, lying there. I knew right away whose it was, There is only one hand like that in the world. ‘Well, well! Here he is!” said that big heavy voice, way up above me ““Where’d you come from?” I said, get- ting up. “You old fat rascal! What special sin brings you down here?” “You forget. Four years more have rolled round,” said Sim Goodman. ‘*’Tis presidential year again. The fate of our nation hangs in the balance. Our country calls. And so,” he said with a short wave of his great hand, ‘‘Columbia, I am here! ““Come, tell me,” he said, passing on, as those practical politicians all do, turning the spotlight from themselves on to you, “what are you trying to steal down here? What's on your mind, old friend? For me- thinks you look somewhat downcast and heavy laden. Come!” he said. ‘Come to yonder bench beneath the palms and pour your sorrows in this faithful ear. And we sat down then, smoking there together, and I started telling him. “Ho, ho!” said old Sim Goodman, roll- ing up that big old husky voice of his from his diaphragm. ‘Old Bill Burnham can’t find out where all the billions go! Ain’t that terrible! tr ‘The damnedest thing,” I said to him, ‘I ever saw. I don’t believe it yet. Bil- lions. Billions! That’s no lie! And not a human brain that touches it or can, “6 Vv claim, by law. And so, year after year, go on rollicking down the sands of ie, The President,” I said, ‘‘sits in his golden swivel chair, above all, thinking the great golden general thoughts—by law! The Secretary of the Treasury focuses his great mind day by day on the accurate number ing of the national bank bills—by law! Congress waves its arms and its tongue at its hard weary task of filling the Congress- ional Record —day after day, day after day. But no one—no human mind is spared—-by law-—-to think of some five billion dollars we're getting in and putting out every year. The *re’s no human brain to guide us There’s no one to guide us—by law!” I said, making up now for the time I had kept still before, listening to others. ‘‘It makes me think,” I said, ‘‘of that old sad rural melodrama, No One to Guide Her. You remember it?” A Matter of Instinct “T remember,” said Sim Goodman, his cigar twisting round of its own accord in his mouth. ‘We stand to-day—like that poor girl——at the parting of the roads—the forking of the ways. Just before the man with the thin black mustache pours the knock-out drops into little sister's glass of milk!” “Only here,” villain I said, “I don't see the He’s not in sight.’ ‘Perhaps not,”’ he told me ‘Unless it is the law—forbidding all work.” “*Go on,” said Sim Goodman, “ with your affecting tale. Reveal all to me. Just where did your searching investigs ations on this vital matter lead you? So I went along and told him what I'd worked through; from the book of billions to the great committee room with the chan- deliers and the portraits of the men with side whiskers who almost discovered the North Pole. “What is this place I've struck into down here?” I said to him. “Is this Wonder- land?” ‘*Ho, ho!” said Sim Goodman, his dia- phragm at work again. “Old Bill Burn ham’s come to Wonderland. He's found the book of wonders where the billions hide And he can’t make it out. He can’t get in back of it!”’ ““No,” Isaid. “‘Can you? He didn’t say anything then for quite a while; sat looking off into space, like a na tional monument—the way those big fat practical politicians do before they get round to what they’re going to say to you “Speaking of books,”’ he said then in a low level voice, ‘did you ever run acro any one of those books written by an old Frenchman whose name is Fabre —or some thing on that order?) Why I ask you,” he went on, “I came across one once —some- body had left it behind in my hotel room This old boy —this Frenchman who wrote EVENING POST the thing spental life of ninety vears or so lying or his chest in the grass, tudy ing the domestic life and ward polities of the bugs, especially the wasps and bees ‘Quite a book, too, take it from me! said Sim Goodman, still looking straight ahead out into the distance. ‘‘ He showed you where you could take five hundred or tive billion wasps or bees out in a mud bank, where each one had its own little personal hole, where he kept his dear little family —his offspring, his treasure, his grub, his all. And no matter how wild the night, how late or dark the hour—how he found his own little hole, his home, by instinct,” he said, and stopped, looking off. “Well?” I said, poking him up at last ‘But now,” he said, sitting up and talk- ing loudly, ‘‘let an enemy come-—upon the other hand! Let his humble hole be moved but by a fraction of one inch to one side or another—disarranged but one jot or tittle—and all's off, for the poor stricken insect. Instinct played no more, His home, his hole, his all was gone!” “Well, what of it?” I asked him. ‘Nothing. Nothing much. Nothing but the humble instincts of the wasp or bee! And yet, friend,” he said, ‘“‘as you were speaking of your book of billions and its various little nooks and crannies, some thing inward—some inward guide prompted me to think again of this other book—thi guidebook to the insects.’ How Bees and Swallows Know **Here, friend,” he said, going on, “‘let me not say—but rather let me ask you this: May we not find here a certain paral lel which may help us, friend, to under stand? What if, here in this mysteriou volume—this book of billions—we might find that there was some well-worn loop hole—unknown to you or me—into which, if we watched sufficiently long, we might see some little busy Congressman come and go? Might there not be, here and there in this great financial structure, some item some clause, some section of this gigantic work in which, unknown to all the world some humble senator kept his hope, his all, his future life in politic You and I might not understand, friend—might pass it b Yet he would understand Here in thi little unostentatious hole en page 967 of this book of estimates, which he had made his own, might be his home, his all, his one particular appropriation—to which he could turn and enter in the darkest hour, the stormiest night, by instinet: and you and I and all the world would be none the wiser! “It’s instinet, friend said Sim Good man, “not reason, after all, our great scientists are learning now, that guides u on-—‘far wandering but not lost,’ as old Bill C Bryant said once about a duck It’s far stronger— far superior to mere rea son as a guide to life as that more recent dispenser of reading and good cheer, Her Adams of Washington and Boston, has ju hown us all in his tntellectual will Instinct, friends! Instinet!’’ said § (;,o0dman, raising up is heavy hi What is it builds the nest of the bee in the waving grass? Of the swallow in the eave What is it that builds up the coral reef working day by day through the patient uneventful lives of millions of coral shell bugs, till after a century of unnoted tire less toil it comes at last to a sufficient height, friend? High enough! ‘And now, friend, now — upon some dar} and sensuous tropie night, across the warm dark southern sea, along comes the good ship Electa J. Shortwell, of Calais, Maine, U.S. A., her helmsman nodding under the soft enervating effulgence of the silvery moon-—and bang! The work and lives of countless generations of coral insects are a am And also the Electa J. Shortwell, of ‘alais, Maine, U.S. A.! ‘Instinct, friend,”’ said Sim Goodman, looking off with that stony stare across the room. “Instinct fellow citizen, guide us on—guides i. 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EVENING POST his modest patient efiorts as he works on.” “Alone?” I asked, for information. “No, friend. No,” gaid Sim Goodman. “That would be unfair, unjust to others! No. Joined with him, as well, would be the instinct of the executive branch; that’s something which tells the worker where he would best leave well enough alone and work along side by side to build up 2 har- monious whole. Thus, friend, man, as well as insect, passes on year after year —build- ing up, each in his own time, the great system of coéperative self-government these great monuments of civilization, like the book of estimates, and the laws govern- ing our Federal taxes and expenditures. Thus all become at last one harmonious satisfactory home of liberty and progress and great appropriations for one and all!" “What about these new budget bills planned to change this thing which you describe in such a masterly way—this pleasing net result of all these efforts?” I asked him then. “And disturb this wondrous structure— this work almost of a century?” “They say they’re putting a bill through now,” I told him, bringing him back to earth again.

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“An innovation, an entire change, a tearing down of our structure! No, no. I cannot think it—not of Congress! No. No,” said Sim Goodman, getting up now. “No. I'll believe this when I see it—when I give the bill they pass a casual reading of three weeks, so as to pick out the more obvious so-called jokers in it. It may be so. It may beso. They may pass just such a bill. But if they do—if they plan this thing—let them somewhat hasten—else they will come too late! For the good ship,” said Sim—‘“‘the good ship Electa J. Short- well, of Calais, Maine, U. S. A., is on her way! There must appear before too long some hand to guide her. Else I must fear for her—this very coming year, perhaps! “IT will speak more to you on this great subject later, friend,’’ said Sim Goodman, starting gradually to move on, “but now I am due to go and meet some gentlemen who are interested to enlist my efforts in a very grave matter of securing a proper appro- priation for a large and very useful public project, which a committee in Congress threatens with wanton and uncalled-for extinction—unless our efforts still increase. Yet take this from me, as one final word to-night,” he said: “This year—this day this very hour indeed—we’re on our way!" mall-TJown Stuff By ROBERT QUILLEN Plums NCE upon a time there were six brothers who owned a wonderful plum tree that had been planted and nurtured for them by their father, since deceased. No one of the brothers owned a certain part of the tree, but the six of them by the | terms of their father’s will held joint inter- est in the property and shared equally in its bounty. When there were many plums on the tree each brother had more than he needed. When the crop was light each of them wished for more, but no one of them coveted the share of his brother. One year the tree set a crop so great as almost to pass belief. The brothers watch- ing the ripening fruit realized that each would have more than he could use, and each began to plan how and where he would dispose of his surplus and how and where he would spend the money got from the sale. They had not wanted for the necessities | of life and this bounteous crop spelled lux- | ury. One who has little is not annoyed by

the problem of making decisions. Necessity attends to that. But one who has much and can afford more loses sleep in an effort to decide between luxuries. One of the brothers began to entertain the idea of buying a slave to harvest future crops for him in order that he might sit at home with his wife and enjoy the ease proper to one in his station of life. He vis- ited the market and inquired the price of slaves and was much chagrined to discover that the surplus of his share of the crop would not buy the smallest and meanest of servants. Since he could not change the price of slaves, the only alternative seemed to be to change the size of his share of plums. Having indulged in thoughts of a slave, it did not occur to him to deny himself. When the plums were ripe the brothers set a day for the harvesting and at the ap- pointed time each repaired to the tree with a ladder and a basket. The brother who had planned the purchase of aslave brought a ladder and a basket, but he also brought an ax. The others asked him in what way an ax would aid in the business of picking plums, and he answered: “I wil! show you.” With that he placed his ladder against the tree, climbed it and began to cut off one of the largest limbs. The brothers pro- tested, but he threatened them with his weapon and they withdrew. For a time they talked together, but in a few minutes each of them began to be ani- mated by a desire and plan that modern economists would characterize as social unrest. The desire was to get as many plums as possible while the getting was good and the plan was to hunt an ax. By the time the first brother had finished cutting off his limb and departed the others had returned with axes and set about the task of selecting a place to begin chopping. When evening came the plums were gone and the trunk of the tree stood bare. Each brother wondered if he had got his share and hated the others because he had no way of knowing. The tree did not die, for it was well rooted and strong, but many years passed before it bore another crop large enough to divide, and during that period the people who drove by the homes of the brothers fre- quently saw them standing in a row behind a barn industriously kicking themselves. The Cow HE cow is animated steak and sole leather. She furnishes half of the milk of commerce. Some day a Burbank will cross the cow with the common hydrant and the progeny will furnish all of the milk of commerce and save half of the dairy- man’s labor. Cows are of two sexes—the female cow, or cow proper, and the male cow, used as a synonym for political speeches. The cow has lower teeth in front of her face, but no upper teeth, and as a result she never gums things up. She bites up and gums down. Shortage of teeth made it necessary to install a second stomach. The first door on the left as you enter is the temporary, or emergency stomach. This one closely resembles the modern system of education. It is stuffed to capacity, but never digests anything. The other stomach, technically known as the second floor back, never gets dinner until long after mealtime. When a cow becomes meat the various steaks are named after the locality they once frequented and are sold at prices that lead to the popular belief that butchers are related to the fate Captain Kidd. When all of a cow that can be eaten has been sold the residue is ground in a machine and becomes fresh pork sausage. Years ago one possessed of ten cents could buy enough steak for a family of five. Now one must have two paper dollars to buy steak for two—one dollar to pay for it and another to wrap it in. The cow’s one garment is known as a hide. To the after deck of the hide is fastened a tail which works on a universal joint and carries a tassel on the end. The tassel is used to drive away flies and to polish the teeth of one who is milking the cow. When the cow has no further use for the hide it is tanned and becomes leather. The full thickness of the hide is called scle leather, but in these days of profiteering leather is not used for this sole purpose. Frequently pasteboard is used. The cow has a cloven hoof and“because of this characteristic is suspected of a de- praved and hypocritical nature, but in truth she is a staid and modest creature. Others may follow fickle fashion and cavort in weird jazz dances, but she retains her ancient love for the old-fashioned and highly respectable bawl.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Clothes Influence Children’s Health For children, there is a close relation between clothes There is a “Slipova’’ made for every purse and every 1 : ) «s . ad and health, and an even closer bone between clothes and taste. Made for boys and girls, from 2 to 8 years Shlipova ' Tre) - happiness. In play-time children) should be dressed for creepers tot the tiny —; ewe play clothe a rough wear; “Shipova’’ rompers for ordinary play; “Slipova"™’ sleepers a . lay, im sensible garments made to resist hard wear and ee + ' ' | 1 Pras for bed-time; and “Slipova”’ middy blouses for girls of all age to ‘ rol ‘ rips to th as " - ‘ ' rv to return triumphant from many trips to the washtub. Un You can identify a “Slipova” garment by the “Slipova” lab happy is the child who is turned out to play with a “Now sewn in the pocket. Be sure it’s there 9 : . . \ { | ‘ ‘ ~ le hin =s | mind your clothes” ringing-in his ears. play-cl “ge ad " id es 42 . “6 , : . nationa standard of children play-clothn Slipova” play-clothes are sensible garments for children’s Every “Sli ae rae eee \ MWpova ! ! I (l play hours. They are common sense economy, because the to withstand sudden strains, and witl can't rip Made tn) hundred t tandard fabrics, positively fast occasions. “Slipova’’ clothes lift a load of worry from. the aver 0 le Git Tey elem yap 4 boy or girl who has them saves nice suits and dresses for nice minds of children and parents. tailoring Made in many pattern Ask your dealer to show vou ‘Slipova” play-clothe If he has none. he can get them easily To Dealers —“Slipova” is the nationally advertised line of chil- pean XE dren’s play-clothes. Consult your jobber. “Slipova” sells. As = A Tes am 3 | McCawley & Company, Inc. , . 253 Church Street, New York City ~- Factory: M. W.S. Building, Baltimore, Md. VERY CHILD | I xport Office 320 Broadway ee

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THE SWEDEN’S POSITION IN Til NEW WORLD OF TO-DAY Continued from Page 23 SATURDAY EVENING POST

May 29,1920 i ‘ ea er et ! ! irea and ‘ f I weade f ‘ wy re r ‘ ‘ i be ‘ t 6.750.000 of t) ’ there are almost 000.000 resident in foreig lands, and there are ) mar Swedes abroad ‘ few foreigners living ir e mother countr . ome 50,000 be ' trer e extreme

v uttered about r iriou parts of yedetr It rare, leed, that a traveler ! the world find it a progressive i o few of foreign birth or where the people cling wit uch tenacity to their eritance in speech and custon It t necessary to go back into the xd of the iron age and review the noble levelopme f this people in order to draw I picture of present-day condition vec trade before the war was about | led among the three route ou 1 west must take i lé tne { t that i wie if wece led largel mn OGerma he matte f trace () ‘ mit t he trace witl (;erma ted to about twenty-eight per cent ! r total exy t lL import Her posi we to the Teutor element her e of Teutonic origi 1 the world A ‘ | t friendline with the Teutoni peoples naturally led to a mpathy witl those people, but in the ite ears of the war by far the largest portion of the Swed h people were ver decided neutral itisfied to rematr pe itor ind dete mined to profit inevery way p ble by the lessons of the tragedy the ‘ nessed. It was a g | the rest of the world that the mall neutral countries were not involved in the conflict, for the possess to-day their undisturbed thing for

producing ability and they aw ilmost impatiently the day when resume fully their ill the they can peaceful relations wit! countries of the world Social Formatlities Sweden in partic ular is desir vuus of throwing her into the struggle for better eco trength nomic conditions throughout middle Europe and the countries to the east. Her contributions toward the rebuilding of normal relations are potentially great First, and mest important of ill, Sweder POSssesses ar unlim ited quantity of the highest yrade tren ore in the world, and the coming years this country will produce ever-increa ny juantities of this most necessary f all raw materials. Her plan ire definite and the work of in creasing production is alread well under way Swedish eng neers have overcome gigant ob tucle uch as the eight months f freezing weather n the far north, where 1 good portion of

the iron ore is mined R the ction of hundreds of mile fruilway throug! t} rea the hay ypened up a new field and abs win the proces f chair y the water power of the nur berte rive which w D energy for the whee { ' merce and indust og ircle I manner of spea F , " t ma he vaterf f l ti i nave ist m™ | rvered, and it rema for the to be converted to the great producing element and to ease the national wealth of veden, which is already large enough to allot to each man, woman and child of the country more than $600 ; It doean't require the ability of a prophet to foresee that in the

su ng po rt i people rhe same thing apple to the otner ind navian countrie i he marke ) which American producers are looking and wi mh tne must understand if the ¢ ’ compete with other nations tor the trade In order to understand thoroughly t} market it 1s absolutely necessary that the foreigner should learn to appreciate the tand psycholog lhe Swede is primar a formalist; a formal a means more to him than its intent or result Swedish temperamer and the same politene rules the inter course between two taxicab drivers tha would distinguish an assembly of royal chamberlains. Usage forbids any address, except to the most intimate friends, with iny form of the pronoun “‘ you,” and hence all conversation is carried on in third person and filled with repetitions of the exact titles of the parties: ‘“‘Will the wholesale mer ” “Surely, if the chant pas the salt professor's wife wishes’’—is a b table conversation that might be exchanged t of dinner

n Sweden between persons who have ow! each other for twenty yea! emphasis or formalit must not be ted to mean an ick of kindline alit for e Swedish people have ta without st t In fact, th ePXce if politenc might we from the great kindline and se ( f th ace and their ardent «de ‘ t to offend a one by undue familiarit Chey are before all a gentle people. Cruelty to animals i unknown Furthermore, there perhaps no country with a more omplete culture better sustained and supported by its possessors The Swedish people delig! t in their literature, music, art and institu tions, and foster their development and coming vears this national wealt Is going to be reased eno | State . mously and that with sucl a — —_———— crease will come additio to the yreservatlior t every Way The peasant for all time in a gre: museum outside of Stockholm, which re cords with minutest accuracy every forn of wood earv ing and weaving known to the provinces of Sweden and which in the great surrounding park preserves perfect speci mens of the native architectures complete 1 every detail. Such a culture is possible because there is almost no admixture of foreign blood in Sweden. Hence the whole Swedish people share their great tradi- tions and have a common interest in their preservation and growth. These facts make the race justifiably proud, and to under- stand this pride, defer to it and observe it sympathetically is the first essential for any visitor to Sweden. Sweden’s production during the past two years has remained approximately station- ary. Among the articles of export a pre- dominant position is taken by timber, of which Sweden exported annually for the past four years to the average value of more than eighty million dollars. Sweden's ex port of timber and wood pulp has for everal years amounted to something like forty per cent of her total exports of all commodities and has played a most im- yortant réle in making this country one of he few ir Europe whose export during the war exceeded their import Besides the enormous

iiture preserved I t traffic which managed to develop in the exportation of timber she is also building up her exports of iron ore, pulp paper and the chemical by-products of the pulp-paper mills, along with considerable exports of machinery and machine tools. During the period from 1914 to 1918 her excess of ex- ports over imports amounted to approxi $350,000,000 These figures in Swede h wed a“ mately

= oy o - =< Fe a cate ct tit icc calioet tt Le etal well on ————E themselves will probably not convey muc!} of a story to the American public, but i simple terms they mean that this small neutral country has attained a startling position in the world of trade. But toward the end of the year 1919 situation fraught with grave consequences was produced by the fluctuating exchange rates between all European countries and America. At first, the rapidly declining value of money in surrounding countries did not affect very seriously the Swedish krona, but as the decline continued it eventually forced the Swedish values down to a point where they coincided with the values in other countries. Despite the high value of American dollars Swedish buyers continued to place orders in the United States. Every ship coming from the United States was heavily laden with cargoes of luxuries that had long been denied to the people in Scandinavia. American automo- biles came over in hundreds; our food products arrived in thousands of tons; our manufactured articles of clothing were un loaded at Scandinavian ports in such enor mous quantities that some of them are stil lying in warehouses untouched. In short the Scandinavian buyers were oversold with the result that when so many hun dreds of bills had to be paid in Americar dollars the became pro hibitive exchange rate Exchange Difficulties This situation has caused an endles amount of inconvenience and bitterness Swedish as well as Danish and Norwegian buyers were forced to meet heavy losses or every consignment of American goods that arrived after January 1, 1920. In many eases they blamed America for their losses, and during the past few months I have frequently heard thequestionsasked: “Why doesn’t America do something to equalize the exchange?”’ and “Why doesn’t the American Government place big loans ir Europe to meet the present crisis?"’ It was difficult to ex plain America’s real position in this matter and to tell people that the Government of the United States was not respon- sible for the high value of the dollar and that great loans from our Government would not rem- edy the trouble to any great extent. For the most part the Scandi- navian buyer looked upon the exchange as the disease, and lost sight of the fact that it was only the thermometer by which the temperature of the diseased financial systems was registered. The real remedy was immedi- ately applied by the increasing cost of the dollar, because it erected a prohibitive tariff wall against Americaa products. The purchase by Scandinavian coun tries of our goods has been prac- tically at a standstill for three months, while their exports to the United States continued in fair amount, with every pros- pect of alarge increase during the coming summer. Through her extensive exports curing the past five years Sweden hos temporarily exhausted her upplies of raw material and has lowered her reserves of coal to such an extent that for this pres- ent period the same exchange cificulty is bound to continue Dut at the very first opportunity she will again begin intensive production and the exchange rate will soon remedy itself, and this remedy will be hastened when the gates of the world are thrown open to Swedish exports. During 1919 her increased com- mercial intercourse with foreign countries was disastrous to her good record of past years in the matter of keeping her exports more than her imports. The ex- cess of imports, it is estimated, amounts to about $200,000,000

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“Oh, Paul! It’s a Genuine ‘Sellers’!”’ Any physician will ) RI you thinking of a gift for a soon-to-be bride when filling the ordinary bin, are eliminated j he vutiful approve this new idea. It costs us $52,000 extra, each year more What better can you choose than a + et woiger yee : | 5 : ‘ ian Hest of other type bins Sellers Kitchen Cabinet? In this charming and | \ ; , ‘ ; [hen there is the Automatic Base Shelf-Extender — an extra which practice al kitche n convenience, you have a gilt of costs us $9,000 annually above the usual cost Phe Dust-Proot 1 ) , } utmost importance to the young housekee per Her Base Top underneath our sanitary Porceliron Work Table cost first days in the kitchen will quite naturally be trying us $14,250 extra annually. Then there are the Ant-Proof Casters; " the Oil Hand-Rubbed Finish; the Dovetail Construction and : . ) ‘ « The many unusual labor-saving features of the Seller others. To supply all these long-needed improvements costs ut will make her work a pleasure and success from the start. over $100,000 extra annually $100,000 Annually for Extra Conveniences Costs No More Than Any Good Cabinet In the Sellers you find conveniences not obtainable elsewhere Che Sellers is not high priced. These added conveniences are not Not mere ‘selling features but improvements of major importance charged to you Then too, most Sellers dealers will arrange term com to suit your income So there is no reason why you should not »wn this better cabinet. Write for a copy of our $100,000 Feature Booklet. It illustrates and describes the Sellers Kitchen Cabinet andour exclusive improvements Handsomels printed in fullcolor We will mail a copy tree of charge upon receipt of your request things whic h women have always wanted and which are bined in no other cabinet Our Automatic Lowering Flour Bin, for example, is a recognized necessity It comes down level with the work-table Filling 1 easy The dangerous climbing lifting and straining, necessar G. 1. SELLERS & SONS CO., Elwood, Indiana Canadian Factory: Sellers Kitchen Cabinet Co. cf Canada-—So ithampton, Ontano, Canada

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74 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 29,1920 NEW PERFECTIO tiSioves and’Ovens 3 =: & : ° Mother delights in providing delicious G . I & P) oud of Tt preserves, fruits and jellies for her family. She’s proud of her art. And the Long Blue Chimney burner makes canning easier. SPEEDY— Lights and gives cooking STEADY—Flame stays where set— heat instantly—no waiting for a needs no watching. Steady cooking slow flame to generate. Gives you heat, nota sweltering fire. Depend- a speedy start. * able heat is best for canning. CLEAN -- Does not blacken pots and HOT—For every cooking purpose, the pans. Turns every drop of kerosene abundance of speedy, steady, clean, oil into clean intense heat—no intense heat is driven full force smoke, soot or disagreeable odor. directly against utensil. Do your canning the New Perfection way. For perfect baking get a New Perfection Oven. Stoves and Ovens sold by good dealers everywhere. Made by San makes THE CLEVELAND PERFE( TION METAL PRODUCTS CO. Ol Heaters and le _ 7623 PLATT AVE : ALADDIN 4sk your dealer to demon , ay vy ; strate the Long Blue Chim CLEVELAND. OHIO asta a Presses rid ag ie rel 0d Oil Stove Goods made in Canada by the Perfection. Steve Co., Limited, Sarnia, Ontario ree iNew Perfection bookie NLD CNEL SAS A EM RN RU a

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(Concluded from Page 72) goods of the world led her to import to the amount of $600,000,000 and to export goods of a value of only $430,000,000. The same conditions existed in the other Scandinavian countries, and it would be fair to say that in all cases they increased their imports by 150 per cent, while their exports went up only about ten per cent. The indication, however, of improved con- ditions may be found in Sweden’s trade figures for December, 1919, when her im- ports were valued at $50,000,000 and her exports at $40,000,000, showing a tendency rapidly to improve the commercial balance. The surprising events that have occurred since the armistice has been signed have left Sweden in a peculiar position in which she can look in almost any direction and find a new state. To the east are those fragments of the old Russia that are strug- gling to assume their position in the world as republics. For a time these new states appeared upon the map of the world almost as if by magic, one small nation after an- other announcing its independence and surprising the world by the knowledge that it really was a compact nationality. The effect of all these republican and demo- cratic tendencies upon Sweden can be imagined, and it is a matter of no little pride here that during all the great historic developments Sweden has remained a king- dom, yet has extended to all classes as many reforms as even the greatest of the democracies. Having become in essence one of the most democratic of all countries, thanks to a rational economic policy, she is able to look forward with confidence into the future. With regard to the so-called ‘Border States’’—that is, Finland, Esthonia, Lat- via, Poland and Lithuania—Sweden’s an- cient history has played an important part and affects to a great extent her attitude toward these countries. At one time or another many of them were really parts of the old Sweden. Finland was once united with Sweden, nearly 600 years having passed in such union. There was an ex- tremely active exchange of goods between the two countries and in the course of time Swedish people left a deep impression in Finland. The coast population of Finland uses the Swedish language, as do the people of the Aland Islands It was this Swedish influence in Finland that caused friction when the question of the disposition of the Aland Islands came up in the Paris conference. This slight dis- turbance in the relations between Finland and Sweden was not allowed to influence ihe commercial relations of the two coun- tries. Finland is principally an importing country from Sweden and will become an important user of Swedish-made goods in the near future. Trade With Baltic States Just at present trade between Sweden and the Baltic States is hampered by the low rate of exchange on Baltic moneys, just as trade between America and Sweden is hampered in the same manner. Notwith- standing the insistent demand for all kinds of manufactured articles and raw materi- als in the Border States they must remain small buyers for the present. The further development of Sweden's re- lation to the new republics depends largely upon what Germany will do. The Baltic provinces as well as Russia are Germany’s natural markets, and though the soviet government remains unrecognized Ger- many has been able to create a line of traffic through some of the smaller states and is in a fair way to resume her trade rela- tions. The whole problem of reconstruction in middle Europe is a terrific tangle of interlocking commercial relations, all de- pending upon each other and standing still until the Russian question is solved. When trade begins between the Baltic States and Russia it will open up new lines of traffic for Germany and middle Europe generally, and at the same time it will open two new routes for the Scandinavian countries—to the south and to the east. Sweden’s prospects of developing her trade relations with the Border States are xtremely bright. She has the ships and the money and the goods all ready for action. The moment this trade is opened t will act almost automatically upon the western countries, for it will produce a ‘ommercial vacuum in Scandinavian coun- tries which must draw the products of the western world. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST The present economic and financial stand- ing of Sweden is the best guaranty for the future development. She is going to de- velop her manufacturing industry to an extent that has never been known in any of the European countries up to the present day. Having abundant water power for the production of electric energy for her industries and railways, she will continue to replace coal with electric power. An epoch of electric development is just beginning in Sweden and will progress rapidly in the years to come, for the plans have all been worked out, and in most cases werk has been started on broad lines of improve- ment. Plans are already under way for the establishment of regular ferry connection with Russia and for its extension to Eng- land and Ireland and later to America and Canada. Soon Sweden will get into closer communication with all the countries of the world through her new and high-powered radio stations; and, with these modern and close communications established, trade will move faster and all commercial devel- opments will build up with a cumulative rapidity. Improved Transportation In this matter of ferry transport the Swedish Government has made an exhaus- tive inquiry, which has resulted in plans for a steamship ferry route from the Swedish port of Kapellskar, about fifty miles north- east of Stockholm, to the Finnish port of Hango. It is proposed to erect a modern port at Kapellskir and to connect this port with the main line of the Swedish State Railroads by a branch line about thirteen miles long. The ferry boats, which are to be built in the course of the next year, will be 7000 to 8000 tons with a speed : eighteen knots and will make the crossing from Sweden to Finland in seven hours. This will reduce the time of transport be- tween the two countries by ten hours. By this reduction of time the trip from Sweden to Petrograd will take about twenty-two hours and it is contemplated so to arrange the railroad and ferry schedules that the trips will be made daily in both directions. It is believed that this route will tap north and middle Russia and bring from that vast country products which require quick transportation, such as foodstuffs and perishable goods. Also, it will bring valuable cargoes of furs, metal, flax and hemp; and in return will take into these broad fields machinery, iron ore and manu- factured products of every kind. It is also planned to connect the port of Hango with the city of Baltischport, in Esthonia, by special ferries, thus bringing into closer touch the west and south Russian markets with the Swedish-Finnish main line. Another vast improvement in Sweden’s connections with the western market is anticipated in the form of ferry service be- tween Gothenburg and England. Swedish interests plan to establish daily communi- cation with an English port, probably Hull, using boats of 10,000 tons with a speed of twenty knots, capable of making the voy- age in twenty-four hours, and when the main-line railway between Gothenburg and Stockholm is electrified, which is now merely a matter of time, the journey be- tween Gothenburg and Stockholm alone will be shortened four or five hours. Swe- den’s proposals on this matter have not yet been completed, owing to the uncertain condition of Russia, but the moment some move is made to recognize a Russian Gov- ernment the new ferry service will be urged with vigor. Looking further toward development of trade with America, Swedes see a much shorter route in the proposed new steam- ship service from some point in America to the Irish coast, thence across Engiand to connect with the Gothenburg-Hull ferry system. They believe they will soon be able to make the journey, via this route, from Chicago to Stockholm in seven days. An express route of this kind for mail, pas- sengers and certain goods would be of enormous importance, but it needs for its realization the codperation of American and British financiers with Swedish in- terests. In connection with these plans Sweden has completed plans for a high-power radio station which will assure uninterrupted and | regular wireless messages between America | and this country. The tariff will be con- siderably lower than for cables and the Swedish cable station would take care of a portion of the Russian-American communi- cations. To-day there are two principal obstacles hampering the development of trade be- tween Sweden and America: They are the high rate of the dollar and the high freights | caused by the war. Both are in the process of change. Every effort is now being made to create a market and to establish ship lines from Sweden to America that will bring over to this country the American products that are most necessary, and take | back those Swedish products for which America finds an increasing demand. It would be of special advantage for | certain American industries, like the auto- | mobile industry, to build their own fac- | tories or assembling shops in Swedish ports. | All automobile parts, for example, which | need mass production, should be imported from America, whereas other parts, like the car body, which are bulky and draw heavy freights, could be cheaply manufactured in Sweden and should be made in local fac- tories. A factory of this kind in Gothen- burg or Stockholm would have an enormous | market in the Baltic States. In contem- plating the organization of industry in any of the countries over here it should be borne in mind that Sweden is the only country except Germany which has a highly devel- oped mechanical industry and my body of skilled laborers and an untouched field of raw material. Swedish steel and Swedish engineers have made this country famous the world over. It is Sweden's proximity to Russia that puts her in an exceedingly favorable posi- tion to render valuable services as middle- | man and partner in the Russian-American | trade. The advantage which Sweden can offer the American trade with Russia is her free ports, of which she has three—Stock- holm, Gothenburg and Malmé. These ports have modern American manufacturer can store his goods without customs duties unless the goods are sold in Sweden. The advantage of hav- ing goods ready for shipment eastward or for sale in Sweden is easily seen. Relations With America The vastness of the Russian resources and the necessity for America to partici- warehouses where the | pate in developing Russia should encourage | American business men to make immediate preparations for the great work of the future. Swedish business men believe that it will be to America’s advantage to take Sweden in as a partner if America wants to hold her position in present markets and take the lead in the development of the great new markets that are to be thrown open in the future. From the foregoing survey must draw the conclusion that Sweden is to-day one of the most democratic countries politi- cally, and one of the most powerful of the small neutrals economically. With her great natural riches, her highly developed industry, her vigorous commercial and financial conditions, she constitutes one of the most powerful elements in this part of the world. Her people are well-to-do and straining to carry their share of the burden of reconstruction. They deserve all the help, sympathy and coéperation that can be given from America, the greatest eco- nomical and financial power in the world. As an American citizen I want to see the United States in the forefront of all com- mercial developments of the future; I want to see her take her place with her splendid new merchant marine in the affairs of the new era that is being developed out of a war-torn world; and above everything else one I want our American firms that are begin- | ning to grasp the importance of foreign trade to extend their work into new fields. As such work and hard thinking and de- tailed preparation come to fruition, Amer- ica must stand abreast the times and with all her strength and latent ability push every effort that is being made to better human conditions and give new life to the nations that have been weakened and drained by unprecedented strife. 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so ' | even that leadership resents his aspiration to the presidency, and the whole leadership in both parties will struggle against his nomination. A tremendous pressure from the people, who in the main agree with Mr. Hoover, will be needed to make him a formidable candidate. The high priests of the political temple and the scribes and Pharisees are against him. They control the holy of ho- lies, where the covenants with the people are kept, and they say that no one must be covenanted who has not come up through our American institutions. This leaven of _o Pharisee is working through all our political life, which is, of course, bound by blood ties to our economic life. Noman can be accepted who does not belong. No program may be considered which is not in accordance with American traditions. And the judges of American traditions are these same Pharisees and their brothers of high finance. There is vast waste and some corruption in the present conduct of the American Government. A Republican Congress has been in session a year and has only scratched the surface of the waste, though it has prob- ably stopped most of the corruption. But the minds of the politicians of either party will not effect much reform. The bung- hole will be changed to the spile as a leak- age. Similarly there is vast waste in our economic and industrial system. Any group of practical in lus trial engineers can draft a plan that will stop much of the waste. The waste in industry is just as seri- ous a handicap to prosperity as the bur- den of taxation. To stop the economic and industrial waste—to stop the long series of rail and water haulings of raw materials and the rehaulings of the finished products of industry back to the consumers, to take — one example of bad economics—would be absolutely impossible under our present party system with its present leadership. Too many local party interests would rise up to check the common good. The leaven of the Pharisee has permeated our whole social system. We are poisoned with it. It is more dan- gerous a hundred times than the red men- ace, and its chief danger lies in the fact that we accept it. We strain at a few red gnats and swallow the ele _ ant and the jackass hide, hoofs and tail—smacking our lips at the exercise! How Much is Hoover Wanted? Moreover, a third party doesn’t seem to be the solution. It would soon be as parti- san as the other two. The trouble is not with the Pharisees, but with Pharisaism. The red-card socialist is as bad as the stand- pat Republican or the mossbacked Demo- crat. The people are to blame. They want certain things. They aspire normally, but feebly. Let us presume that they want Mr. Hoover. But the chances are a hundred to one against their getting him. Yet they really are the masters. The high-estate politicians are, after all, servants. But no one puts the servants in their proper place. If the people wanted Hoover as they wanted to raise one hundred million for the Red Cross, or as they wanted the conscrip- tion law, or as they wanted to buy Liberty Bonds, or as they want overalls or movie queens—the people could have him. But citizens sit round yearning in the gloaming, and while the winds are sobbing gently perfectly able-bodied American voters rub their hearts and their stomachs and cher- ish a quiet, unknown woe, which possibly or probably is their desire for Mr. Hoover. It’s the same with their desire to decrease the high cost of living, the same with the mild urge to stop government extravagance which produces high taxes, and it’s the same with half a score of other national aspirations. They are choked with Phari- saism that secretes itself in the party sys- tem. The remedy is a big national jolt, and it is coming. The problems presented by the situation require for solution something more than mere action predicated by audac- ity. Democracy never was in jeopardy as it is to-day. It challenged autocracy Verdun and Ypres and in the Argonne— and won. But the victory is more serious than defeat would have been. It is like the victory of the barking dog over the passing train. Now that we have the train, what shall we do with it? In America we have | wrested politics from the control of busi- ness—more or less—but what have we gained by putting politics in the control of a lot of fourth-raters? During the war we created unbelievably huge commercial and industrial engines for the production of things. We had also a wartime engine for the distribution of things. We wrecked it. So now we have enormous production and congested distribution; material things | soaring; wages soaring; rent soaring; in- terest rates climbing; and still the hot air of inflation pours into the taut skin of the balloon. In the crisis we find two groups of stupid politicians standing making faces at each other, and neither group even con- sidering remotely a practical, scientific solu- tion of the crisis. Moreover, when a man comes along who has scientific training and a detached scien- tific mind which would consider the prob- lem as a problem, and not as politics, each group turns upon him in rage to bawl “‘out- sider” at him. The explosion and the jolt are bound to | come. Democracy has bitten off more than it can chew—with its present system of mastication. It must learn how to choose the expert; how to pick the trained mind, the scientific expert. Honesty and good intentions will no longer serve. The Pharisees are honest; they mean well; but after they have de- ported a few half-witted reds and given us either a high tariff or free trade they fold their hands and wait for the one-hundred- per-cent-American millennium! Headed for the Precipice Now lest these remarks seem to come from one who has a mugwumpian detach- ment from the party system, permit me to inject in closing a personal word. This is written by a Republican; one who feels that the reinstatement of the Democratic Party in power in this country for another four years seriously will imperil the life of the Republic. For the Democratic Party for two generations has been recruited from citizens with the critical mind. Being out of power, it had to carp. Being in power dur- ing the last eight years, its carping leader- ship has failed. Footless confusion and incompetence have bred the extrav agance and maladmin- istration of this crisis. The Democratic Party is a necessary evil. An occasional Democratic administration, like any afflic- tion, is good for the soul. “‘ Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.”” But two successive Democratic administrations constitute a na- tional calamity, and the prospect of a third looms like a cataclysm before us. The instinct of Hoover in choosing the Republican Party after an obvious period of many a conflict, many a doubt—a con- flict which made the Pharisees rage—was a correct instinct. He was feeling for the constructive mind in American politics. But to find it he had to grope through the cordon of the Republican Pharisees to the hearts of the American people. It seems to me that in going about over the small dis- trict which is sending me as a delegate to the Republican Convention I could feel deep irritation and resentment among the rank and file of the party at their leader- ship; just as it was plain that the —. ship, great and small, was hidebound and full of shams and shibboleths and vanities and vexations of spirit. This impatience of the folks manifests itself in the desire for some new leader—for a dark horse. It is a sort of Messianic hope. But for the most part the people are voiceless. The direct presidential primary has not helped them. It was devised to let them gather round a great leader and over- throw false prophets. But no great leader was in the primaries in all the states. Purpose was frittered away in the primaries, and the big national con- ventions are upon us—great engines of power with the track wide open to the prec- ipice, and about these great engines are grouped a number of near-sighted, well- meaning, patriotic men with a variety of solemn, dismal phylacteries in their hat- bands, which they think in all sincerity are train orders from Providence. And these Pharisees are about to man the engines and go out on the run. No wonder the passen- gers lack enthusiasm and appear confused and unhappy and in low spirits. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE LEAVEN OF THE PHARI. 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alubrious, and ar- say that situation Number One and chitecturé strictly \ up to date.” You kn regular college- professor stuff Well say, she muffed about one word out of four. And then, oh, Clarence! Say, can ou blame me? I cer'nly did soak it to her. Asked her why she didn’t read the dic- tionary Asked her if she was going to make me go clear up to Burkett and squeal on her. Asked her if she expected a high- class thirty-a-week man to waste his time pelling s-a-l-u-b-r-e-u-s—salubrious for a twelve-a-week machine pounder. Well, I was having a good time stringing her along- and mind you, I'd of told her afterward it was all a josh and made friends~ I was having so much fun I never noticed that Huffy, the darned old sneak, was pussyfooting right up behind me till he let ‘er rip “Mr. Moller,” he says— and oh, maybe he wasn't trying to be nasty though—“l wonder if you expect an intelligent stenog- rapher to waste her time listening to your misspellings of inappropriate words.” Oh, zowie, just as raw as he could make it! Or anyway, | mean, he tried to be, though course I never noticed it. I’m not thick-skinned, but when the human wasp, like Huffy, tries to sting me I feel it’s sim- ply beneath a fellow’s dignity to pay the slight-est attention to him. And then he went on and called me down some more—right in the presence of my own stenographer. Fine for discipline! Oh, fine! Just lovely! Sure! And expect me to be able to get away with giving her orders afterward! And that wasn’t the worst of it. As J said, I’d just been kidding her. But hon estly -I want you to believe this now— I meant it for her own good. Make her a whole lot better if she studied words, like I do. I didn’t care a whole lot about her personally, but I do like to see anybody improving his mind, and that’s why I zinged into her. And then him skinning me alive for it! Can you beat it? And was I up on my ear about it? Oh, boy, | were them! Say, Mae, I could of beat his block off. But I just gave him the double O, and never took my eyes off him. I guess that embarrassed him all right. He cut out the royal razz and poked back into his den. Say, for two cents I'd have handed him one! Well, then the paper-weight champion- ship fight wason, Ding! Ding! Huff and me loved each other like a coupla wops up on the Iron Range after they been hit- ting the hard stuff. I'd tried to excuse him, but I could see there was no use, And I be- gan to realize how he was treating his wife. Mrs. Huff was as nice a woman as I| ever laid eyes on—treated us fellows in the office swell whenever she came in three- four times a week ‘“‘Good morning, Mr. Moller, How is everything?” she'd say, nice and bright and jolly. And then she'd go in to see Huffy, and you could hear you couldn't make out what they'd say, but you could hear her voice, awful pleasant, or kind of tired, maybe. Do you wonder her being tired out, married to a brute like that? And then you'd hear him growling. You could make out he didn’t want she should do this and she mustn't do that, and—oh, he was the household pest for fair! And then— say, Mac, that fellow Huff pulled something just a little bit worse than anything I've ever run across, and I've seen some pretty gosh-awful hemale grouches, being in the renting line and getting on the inside on some of this domestic-bliss stuff, as you might say. You know what these deah chappies in England calla cad? Well, that’s Huff Homer Cad- wallader Cad Huff. That's his moniker, you take it from me! Came about this way: "Nother salesman and I were staying a little late, and Huff was there four-flushing about working or something, and we all went out at the same time; and for once Huff acted like he was trying to be almost human. ‘Tired, boys?” says he, and we answered friendly. Then he stopped on the steps and pulled a sigh to impress this large and Mtelligent audience, and then he yaps: ‘Look here, boys! Sometimes I may seem a little gruff a Get that? Gruff! Oh, gruff is good! Tumble up, gents! See the human taran- tella from Mexico! Only one in captivity! THE SATURDAY EVENING POST WAY I SEE IT (Continued from Page 15) Stings the bars of his cage till they turn green! Gruff! Whee! “You may think I’m gruff at times,” he says, ‘“‘but I hope you boys won't take it too seriously. Fact is,”’ he says, “since you've probably guessed it—well, there's a little trouble at home now and then, and it gets on my nerves, and I suppose I prob- ably saw it off on you fellows. Just don’t take it personally. Good night,” he says, just like he thought he’d been awful pleasant. Can you beat that? Him with that nice sweet wife, and hinting that she was a nagger and a crank and made him rare up. Oh, maybe I didn’t burn him up after- ward when I was discussing him with the other fellow! Say, I just despised him! I may have a lot of faults. I'll own up to anything that anybody can pinonme. But I can’t imagine myself talking mean about a fellow’s own wife. Can you, Mac? I should sa-ay not! And then, little while after this, Huffy started putting up a holler about my chumming round with Sim Jenson. You know Sim—advertising solicitor for the Courier. Comes into the office once in a while looking for ads, just the same as you come in to drum up a little signboard trade; perfectly right and proper. And Sim’s like you. He sits round and chins a coupla minutes before he beats it. Well, somehow Huff got it into his noodle that Sim was stringing me—trying to get me to boost his paper and see if I couldn’t per- suade Burkett to shoot him in some more ads. Well, that was a darn lie. Huff as much as asked me if Sim and I didn’t talk about ways of ribbing up more advertising, and if we didn’t, he says, what the deuce did we gas about then? Well, I don’t tell all I know. I know how to keep my trap shut. Matter of fact, Sim and I pulled off some pretty good parties, and that was what we were discussing usually. But that wasn’t any of Huff’s business, and so I had to let him go on thinking Sim and I talked ads every time he came in, You see, I figured out Huff was pretty much of a straight-laced old codger, for all his grouchiness, and he’d of had a fit if he knew how Sim and I got away with a little hike over to St. Clair and maybe lapped up coupla drinks every time I held out the sedan on him overnight. Huffy’s just the kind of crank that claims a fellow can't drive if he has a drink under his belt, but you know me, Mac—why say, I can drive anything, plastered or sober! I just got kind of a natural taste for mechanics, you might say, and—oh, not that I really drink anything to speak of, you understand. Course I don't believe a fellow had ought to drink if he’s driving—not regular—see how I mean—I mean— you see how I mean? Nor gamble or nothing when—but say, Mac, wisha had time to tell you about one big poker game I got into. Say, I won sixteen dollars ool right off a bunch of hard-shelled old sports, too—though of course a fellow hadn't ought to really what you might call gamble—see how I mean? Well, 's I was saying, finally Huff up and snorts: ‘‘Mr. Moller, I wish you'd be so good and tell your dear friend Mr. Sim Jenson to stay t’hell out of here. When we got any advertising I guess the boy can tind the way to the Courier office.” Oh, man, maybe I wasn’t het up! You know how I am, Mac; I don’t hardly ever get irritated even. But say, I cer’nly was good and plenty hostyle that time! But I never said a word—not one word. I just gave him a good straight look right square in the ocular orbit. I kind of think I threw a little seare into him. I guess he took a tumble to himself and realized that here was one guy he couldn't bulldoze the way he did the others. I was all ready to get through right then, and I guess he got my idea all right. Anyway, he never spoke to me about Sim again, and when I got darn good and ready I hinted to Sim that maybe he better not show up in the office so often we could meet at lunch. So that blew over too. But that’s about how things went for a whole year, Sue and me falling out now and then and making up; and me letting Huffy go just so far and then pulling him up sharp; and him getting meaner and meaner to his wife. Used to hear him phoning to her. ‘‘No, I can't!” he'd snap at her. And he was the limit with us fellows in the office. He was just simply one chronic morning-after. He never ap- preciated a thing we did, and he was sus- picious about our expense accounts and our time out of the office. Say, he made me so mad by suspicioning all the time and I used to get away with a few games of poker in the afternoon once in a while just to get even with him, and he never got on—naw! The poor boob thought he was keen, but he was just mean. Say, gee, that’s a reg- ular poem, eh? ‘‘He wasn’t keen, he was mean!" Say, I ought to send that to the newspapers. But —— And Huffy was always so sarcastic. That was the worst of it. He’d say: ‘Just what was your authority for telling this party that the owner would repaper the drawing-room for him? Did you dream it, or did Mr. Simple Jenson suggest it?”” Or maybe I'd be a little sleepy after lunch— you know how you get; just want to pound your ear for maybe two-three minutes, with your feet up on the desk and a house plan in your mitt like you was looking it over; and if you can get away with it, why, you feel all O. K. again, and hoopla, all ready to play, girls! But Huff—say, that guy just nachly hates being human. He'd dot over to me just when I was going bye- bye, and he’d yell: “If I may intrude into your slumbers, Mr. Moller, would it be too much to ask you to try occasionally to quote rentals right?’’ Like that—sar- castic. I couldn’t imagine myself ever gettin sarcastic to anybody, Mac—honest f couldn’t. I may have my faults. I can get peevish, and if anybody tries to ride me I'll cuss him out—yes, and I don’t care how husky he is, the big stiff! I don’t pretend I’m perfect. In fact I do a whole lot of frank self-analysis of myself. Little while ago I went to a lecture about that, and the fellow showed where the thing a man ought to do is to study this frank self-analysis, and I’m pretty fair to middlin’ good at it. I guess I’m kind of a natural psychologist, you might say. And I know myself. You see, I’m telling you just how things are. I want to illustrate how it is with a fellow like Huff, and believe me, I’m sorry for you, Mac, having to get him to have signs painted. You're like me; you'd rather lose a good sale than get sarcastic — ain't that the way it is? Well, I guess about steen million times that year I felt like going right up to Burk- ett himself and telling him what Huff was getting away with in his department. But pshaw, Burkett’d of had him up on the carpet and given him the gate so p. d. q. that Huffy’d of wondered when the cyclone hit town. I didn’t want to do that—him with a nice wife—and besides, thinks I, it wouldn't hardly be what you'd call loyal. But believe me, I was tempted, all rightee, seeing Burkett so polite and nice—so differ- ent from Huff. Well, then I had the big grind with Huff last September. We were busy as a cat— big demand for houses to rent—and I was showing twenty people round every day, I guess, besides all the phones and all. There was a Mr. and Mrs. Sanboeuf—funny name, wop I guess, but they certainly were high class, smart people, though, and don’t you forget it—came from New York, and Mr. Sanboeuf was going to open some kind of a picture store. Say, them people knew more about house furnishing than I did! Yes, sir, I cer’nly hand it to them! And they were awful pleasant, and I had a lot of fun with them. I suppose I’m a roughneck some ways, but I swear I do like people with elegant manners. I had such a pienic with them that I guess maybe I did give ’em a little more time than was coming to them, looking at it one way. But I wanted them to be suited, and that’s my business, ain’t it? And they told me all about New York and how much money I could make there. I slipped them into the Vandevelt house out on Chestnut, and that’s the best buy in town. Maybe Huff had intended the Vandevelt house for one of his own pet clients, but anyway, he didn’t like the Sanboeufs a-tall. Said they were four-flushing tinhorns and cranky about the plumbing and wanted four-hundred value at one and a quarter, and a lot of lies, and said if the Sanbceufs felt so superior to Vernon they better go back to New York. Outrageous the way he talked. May 29,1920 Well, I’d stood a lot, but I wasn’t going to stand his jumping on my friends. “Vernon may be all right for you,” I says to him, “but maybe there’s some people that think it’s a bum town. I sup- pose they’re nuts of course. Oughtn’t to be allowed to have artistic tastes, maybe. Better have a law passed against it,” I said. Oh, I soaked it to him—showed him he wasn’t the only wutt that could be sarcastic. He come back at me with: “ Well, when you get too much artistic taste or too many millions for Vernon you better take ’em on to Wall Street and tell J. P. Morgan what’s what,” he says. See how I mean? Sarcastic, all the time! Then we had quite a set-to about Vernon. I said it was crude; no stimulating influ- ences, like the Sanboeufs said; bunch of commercial kale grabbers. He said it was the livest burg in the Middle West, and be- lieve me, he came pretty near hinting that if I ever got so I was fit to associate with some of the big bugs here I’d be hitting up a whole lot hotter pace than I had been. I let him have it back right hot off the bat. I don’t remember just what I said, but—oh, I stood right up to him! You know this motto about so living that you'll be able to take any big slob that tries to climb your neck and give him the hard- boiled eye and tell him just where he heads in at. I don’t remember just the wording, but it’s something like that —and say, that’s pretty good philosophy, eh? And that’s me. But the whole scrap left me feeling kind of mean, allee samee. I got to thinking about quitting—in fact, I made one or two passes at going back to Harry Jason’s, where—say, let me tell you Harry was crazy to get me back. Yes, sir! Now, say, there’s a guy that can appreciate a good salesman. And Harry’d of paid me more money, too, if business hadn’t been kind of slack with him. Told me so himself. So things got to going from fierce to rotten. Tillie Groat was tattling about everything I did—oh, I got this straight. Maybe there’s some people think they can pull the wool over my eyes, but believe me, I keep ’em peeled! Whadyuh think she had the nerve to blab to old Huffy? Said I told Sim Jenson I could get the sedan for a party any time I wanted it! And what I really told him was—well, I didn’t say anything like that—practically. Besides, it’s none of her business to go horning in, listening in on a phone conversation. And, of course, Huffy got sarcastic about that too, and—oh, things simply got intolerable! Then something happened that made me forget my grouch against Huff. I was really sorry for him—honest I was. It was pretty serious business—knocked out all thefun. His wife got pneumonia sudden you may remember if you were in the office along about that time. And I must say it made a big change in Huff. I guess he realized and was sorry he’d been so cranky to her. Poor devil, he was calling up his house ten times a day, and ordering flowers to send up to her; and once his door was open and I heard him talking to the florist, and he was all broke up. I must say he isn’t a man to give his feelings away, but he wound up his phone conversation by blurting out, ‘I don’t know that they will do any good or that she'll ever see them, but—send up two dozen tea roses—and hurry, oh, hurry ’em!” Honest, it got me hard. I darn near sniveled standing there by the door. And afterward I tried to say good night to him nice, and I wasn’t a bit huffy when he hustled out by me. I guess he never saw me at all, he was so worried. And the next day he wasn’t there, and I suppose she must of died the day after that. But he came back to the office for a few hours be- fore the funeral. Now you know how I am, Mac—rough- housing and joshing. But gee, when I own up to it, I guess I’m pretty sentimental. And Lord, I did want to do something nice for old Huffy! So I took up a collection— put in five simoleons myself, too, if I do say it—and we thought we'd send up a special wreath from us boys in his department, be- sides the regular office funeral piece. But I thought maybe Huff would like something special, Then I got one large big idea that afternoon while he was in the office. Why not give him our check and let him do what he wanted with it? thinks I. Well, (Continued on Page 81) ———— on. Ae

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——— P+ n h t Continued from Page 78) you know how I am— impulsive. Minute T got the idea I was so full of it that I jumped up and busted right into his office and I started, ““Oh, Mr. Huff!” He was sitting there staring at some papers. He jumped about a mile, and he turned on me and hollered: ‘‘Good heavens, have you always got to be dragging me into your rows? Get out of here!’ I kept my temper, and I just said, ‘ I came in to ask “Ask hell!” he says. “‘Go do your whining to the janitor, You know your work. If you can’t do it by yourself for a few days, then you better jump the job. And I don’t care to hear any of your office quarrels either. Get out of here! Git!” I got all right. I honestly meant to - that afternoon. But I kept telling myself to keep my shirt on; no sense taking a man seriously when he’s crazy with grief, though I bet a lot of his grief was thinking and realizing how mean he'd always been to his wife, and now it was too late. Poor old duffer, he was sitting there trying to collect his thoughts, and he supposed I was butting in to start something, I told myself. Oh, sure! I argued it all out. But I was up on my ear just the same. Lord, Mac, I’d meant it so nice, and wanted to comfort him! Well never mind. But honest, it did hurt. And I gave the money I'd collected for flowers back to the fellows, and I darn near blubbered. Why say, I was so down in the mouth that evening that Sue called me for being the human gloom, and we had some set-to, believe me— haven't hardly got over it yet. But I don’t care. Nothing can shake my love for Sue. Though she’d better under- stand which of us is the big noise, and she ain't going to be the only trolley on our car I guess I got just as good a right to be temperamental—that’s what she calls it— as she has. When Huff came back he had enough savvy to know he'd been pretty raw, the way he’d ordered me out of his coop. But he wasn’t man enough to own up; and be- lieve me, I wasn’t going to go in and yelp, ‘**Dear boss, I want to apologize for your kicking me in the face.” So we just kind of kept circling round and watching each other, ready to bore in, and then—yippo! The old k. o. right on the point of the chin, and don’t wake me, nursie dear, I’m in Paree. It wasn’t much in itself. Huff couldn't find a letter he wanted. Swore he’d given it to me to have it filed. Of course I'd be the goat! I suppose I probably ate it on him tosave lunch money. Or maybe I made an auto tire out of it. Anyway, he bawled everybody out for our carelessness about mail, and when he went out to feed his face I poked round on his desk, and darned if it wasn’t right there under a bunch of junk under his elbow, Well, I held it out on him, and ’bout midafternoon I sailed in and said—oh, I was the meek thing! You see I was kidding him. I kind of snickered like I was naughty Willie, and I said, ‘‘I found that missing letter, Mr. Huff.” Well old Nero the lion licks his whiskers and figures out here’s where he’ll heap ketchum plenty big meal, and he howls, “TI told you you'd lost it!” Then I let him have it “But I didn’t. It was right on your desk all the time. I found it this noon,” Say, maybe he didn’t look cheap. He knew I had him, but he tried to bluff out of it. Whadyuh think he had the gall to say? “Then why did you put it there?” he says. “I certainly never did,” he says. “‘I want you to be more careful. You're the most careless man I know,” he says, I looked him right square in the eye. I kind of got up on my ard E and I was quiet, and you know how Mac, A guy that’d studied human ot. and frank self-analysis would of known enough to look out then and not get flip—you know how it was in the West in the old days. Gee, maybe I wouldn’t of liked to have been a cow-puncher, Some life, riding round on buttes and shooting up Indians! You re- member in those days if there was a big husk shooting off his mouth he was nothing but a false alarm, but a little runt with cold gray eyes and polite—say, watch out, he was dangerous. I guess I’m the same way. So I got all quiet, and I says, “Mr. Huff,” I says, ‘I like my work, but I don’t like to be persecuted. I ain’t careless— not more than what there’s an excuse for ‘Why, zingo! THE SATURDAY in rush times—and I don’t think it’s fair to roast me. See, like that. Quiet. But make an im- pression on him? Say, does a sparrow make an impression when he lights on a tin roof? He never got it at all. He just snorted, “So you don’t think you’re careless, eh?” “No, I don’t,” I says, still polite, just like a hold-up man in the movies, where you find out afterward he’s a secret-service man, But my line was too smooth for him. The rough stuff, that was all he could savvy. He came back: ‘Then you might explain how you happened to fail to keep your engagement with this R. T. Bradley and show him an apartment.” Say, by golly, he had me there, but I wasn’t going to let him get me going! And I’m never afraid to own up to my faults, So I come right back: ‘‘ Yes, that was care- less. Go on, Any other times you can think of?” That stumped him, and he wanted to crawl out of it. Why, to save his life he couldn't of thought of four times when I'd been careless! So he was plumb buffaloed, and he just grunted, “‘Well, you don’t want to be so careless,” and turned his back on me. That got me peeved. So I said, ‘‘ Mr. Huff, I guess you and I have ended our usefulness to one another. I quit! I’m through! And I walked out on him. Never looked back once. Well, maybe he wasn’t floored! I stayed on till Saturday, and I bet there was more than fifty times when he tried to get a chance to jolly me up and persuade me to hang on. But I never paid any attention to him; never passed any remarks with him; and Saturday I walked out and I wouldn't go back, not if he offered me fifty bucks per each and every week! No, sir! So I’m thinking of going to New York and getting next to a real job. I can’t do much for this burg. Too blame slow. “Ray Moller, Realty, Forty-second Street, New York.”’ How does that sound, eh? I bet some day I'll be making five thousand good iron men a year. But old Huffy —— I haven’t seen him since I got out of the office. But I’m hoping I'll meet him. And believe me, if I do, no matter when it is or where it is, I’m going to light into him and tell him just exactly what I think of him, and if he gets funny I'll just nachly up and pound the daylights out of him. Lord help him when I meet him again! So that’s how it is, see? I just wanted to illustrate how you have to handle a man like Homer Huff. The confidences of Mr. Homer Huff, mana- ger of the rental department of Tribby, Burk- ett & Day, as given to his friend Mr. McNew, of the Crescent Sign and Poster C. ompany, at lunch at the Good Red Beef ( ‘hop House, ELL, Mac, how are you to-day? Oh, pretty fair. Well, I’ve let this Ray Moller go. Remember him—salesman? Huh? Quit? Moller? W hy no; I fired him. Don’t like to fire any of the boys, but it was as much for his sake as for ours, He’s a little too self-confident. You know how I am, Mac; you've seen me in the office. I’m always easy to get along with, and friendly. Way I see it, I always take a chance on being easy on the boys, even at the risk of injuring discipline. But this Moller is a fellow that will take an advantage of you. Too brash. I tried to get him over it, but I saw I was wasting my time, so I fired him. I liked the boy when I first met him too. Seems to me I first ran up against him at Harry Jason's office. I saw he was green and pretty mouthy, but he had a good deal of energy, and I thought he might have the makings of a salesman in him, so I took him on. Way I see it, the boy isn’t bad, but just bumptious; always looking for trouble, and I guess there’s plenty of trouble in the world without having to look very hard, Mac. I've certainly found my share with- out much prospecting. Why, the lad hadn’t been in the office I don’t suppose it was over two hours before he became lippy about—what was it now? I can’t remember. Oh, yes; we had a set-to about the way offices ought to be lighted, and—well, I hate to have to show up a young fellow and dampen his enthusi- asm, but I had to explain some of the fundamental principles of lighting to him, and I guess he was a little chagrined when he found out how he'd been going off halfcocked, EVENING POST Then there was a little discussion about the car he was to have. I forget now, but I think he wanted a flivver of his own. Any- way, the big boss, Burkett, butted in. He told me privately that he didn’t care to spend any good money for a car for this youngster, flivver or anything else, and I was to let him take my sedan that the firm had bought for me, when I wasn’t using it. Now I resented that. You know how Burkett is, Mac. I like to be loyal to my boss, but old Pussyfoot Burkett sticks in my craw. You know his game; always smiling and loving out in the front office; treats every stenographer like a daughter and every salesman as if he were the Prince of Wales; and then calls us department heads into conference and tells us we have to call down our subordinates. Minute he laid an eye on this Moller boy Burkett disliked him, and he told me: “Homer, you’ve made a bad break hiring this boy. Better let him out.” “What's the trouble with him? “Give him a chance, boss.” “He’s altogether too fresh,” says Burk- ett. ‘‘Acts as if I were his roommate, I don’t want to butt into your depart- ment —— Oh, no; not at all; he didn’t want to butt in a bit more than a dog wants a beef bone! “T don’t want to interfere,” he said, “but if you keep this boy on he’s your re- sponsibility, and you'll have to try to lam the big head out of him.” And just to put one over on me Burkett let the boy use my sedan and kept hammer- ing at me to scold him. He'd meet young Moller on the street and pass the time of day with him, and then come to me and grumble, “Boys of this generation—too fresh—too fresh.” Nice position a department head has, Mac. Buffer between the big boss and the staff—kicked by both sides. Young Moller thought I was a crank if I begged him to interrupt his afternoon naps and answer a phone call, and old Burkett thought I was a shyster if I didn’t haul the lad up on the carpet and just naturally skin him alive every time he stole a postage stamp—which was frequent, Mac, frequent. Most of the real trouble started over our department stenographer, Tillie Groat. You know what a cute, nice, bright little girl she is; and got the best sense of humor of any girl I ever saw. Looks so demure and quiet, but never misses a trick. She almost died laughing over the way this Moller boy swelled round talking about what a sport he was and how he and his lady friend always dined at the Royal. Tillie used to imitate him when he was out of the office—say, she took him off to the queen’s taste. Well, after about two months, I guess it was, of trying to make a killing with Tillie this Moller seemed to tumble to the fact that she wasn’t lying awake nights thinking about him, and that hurt his vanity and he turned mean. ‘Tillie asked me what she ought to do about it, and I advised her to overlook a lot, same as I always do—the rock you don’t kick doesn’t hurt your toes any. So she stood for his bragging about how well educated he was till I happened in one time and just gently made fun of him a little and shamed him out of it. Not a bad boy, you see; just weak, un- stable-—awfully young and callow—-no power of analyzing people or situations, You could see that in his relations with a fellow named Sim Jenson. You've met him? Well, you and I know what Jenson is. But he certainly is a glib mouth artist, and he fooled poor Moller. Simply used him, I never said anything, but I know they took the office sedan car out for trips con- stantly. Perfectly innocent trips; though say, it’s funny to listen to Moller trying to make believe he’s a wild joy-riding devil. And Moller always paid for the gas, How do I know all this? Why, I used to keep an eye on the speedometer, to see how much the car had been used after office hours. And the gas station I patronized is the same place where Moller used to get his fuel. Say, the fellows working there almost passed out laughing at the way Moller would swell up in the sedan, with Jenson and a couple of girls, and try to show off, pretending he owned the car and insisting on paying for the gas, while Jen- son would make a bluff at wanting to pay eo If, but always letting Moller shell out, Oh, it was rich! But I never let Moller ond I was on. Poor kid, I was sorry for him, 9” I says. 81 But by and by things did get a little raw. It was when I was going through my trouble. You know what my wife was, Mac; we've talked of her enough times; don’t need to go into all that again. You know how the poor girl nagged me after her nervous collapse, and how extravagant she became. I can forget all that now. But there was a time when she had me on edge; I couldn't be patient with her or anybody else, I never knew where | wa at. One minute I'd hear her in the outside office joking with Tillie or some of the boys; then she'd sail in and cuss me out because I didn’t make more money. Poor old Mac, you've had to hear my troubles a lot of times. Weil, all this time I tried to be considerate to the men under me, and I must say I got away with it mostly, Just to show how considerate | was: One time when I caught myself getting grouchy I hinted to some of the boys one night when we were working late just what the basis of my trouble was. I made it as delicate as I could, but I wanted them to know they could discount about seventy per cent of any bad temper I might be betrayed into showing. Course that wasn’t hardly necessary, but I always believe in giving the boys the squarest deal I can, and they appreciated it. When | hinted about my wife I could see in this Moller kid’s face that he understood me a little better now. You see, I don’t believe in blowing up my men way a lot of these fellows do. In- stead of scrapping with them I just jelly ‘em—-some joke that clarifies the situa- tion—sense of humor so much better than being gruff. Take for instance: There was a couple from New York name of Sanbcoeuf —why, you must know the fellow—this grafter that calls himself an interior decorator and sells a lot of junk to fool women at about triple prices? That’s the fellow. Well, he and his wife were looking for a house, and they kidded Moller into wasting a lot of time on them, so I called him in and I said, ‘‘My boy, these Sanboeufs are first- class tinhorns,”’ I said. “T don’t know—maybe they're fakers, but they’ve got artistic taste,”” he says, “‘They’re awful important in New York,” he says. ““Yes,”’ I says, ‘“‘and you and I are im- portant New York millionaires, and we better try and buck Wall Street,”’ I says. Moller laughed and said, “‘ Well, maybe that’s the way it is.” “Sure!” I said. ‘‘Don’t ever take any man’s estimation of himself,” See how I mean? I always had a little joke, and the boys appreciated it. So we got along fine, even if Burkett did keep after me, telling me Moller was no good. But then came the bad time when —— You remember how quick my wife took sick? I was simply dazed, and I forgot how nervous she'd been. I just thought of her as the jolly girl she used to be. And then she died, and I was about all in. And oh, Mac, I felt so darn’ lonely for her! Say, I oughtn’t to be talking this way, whining like a schoolboy, but you and I've been sort of chummy so long. Mae, office are hard places sometimes. Here I'd done everything for these boys, but there wasn't one of ’em cared, now I was up against it. Way I see it, they simply didn't have enough imagination to understand. Just because I didn’t wear my heart on my sleeve I suppose they thought I didn't suffer, But Mac, not one of ’em came up and patted my shoulder and said, ‘Sorry, old man, Anything I can do?” And at the funeral - Burkett sent some flowers for the office as a whole, but the boys in my department never pee pe d, er showed any recognition of the et er 4 And there was one thing This was what really started me being sore at young Moller. [I came down to the office for one afternoon between her deat! and the funeral. I was sitting there at m desk thinking about her. I suppose [ wa terribly wrought up. I’m not especial sentimental most times, but that afte: noon —— I don’t know anything definite about thi future life, but that afternoon I felt per fectly sure that she she could start life all over again, with her nerves all right. Poor girl, she'd been so lively before her prostration. As I sat there in my office I was thinking how maybe she was some place now where she'd got her feeling of fun in little simpl and—it was strange, Mac; it was a vivid dream. I felt as tt was some place wher

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There is never a sag never a squeak. From Milady’s jewel box cover to the huge Industrial gate, each McKinney Hinge and Butt serves its purpose well. There is a size to fill every hinge need perfectly—and without interruption. You will find at least one store in your locality selling the McKinney line. ‘That dealer ts proud his store zs MeKinney Headquarters. So when you go to buy remember the name \icKinney. See that it appears on the hinges or butts vou buy. McKinney Service will be your reward! MeKINNEY MANUFACTURING COMPANY, | Pittsburgh Western Office, Chicago Export Representation MCKINNEY Hinges and Butts THE SATURDAY EVENING POST talking to me from beyond the veil, and I was saying to her: “‘ Never mind, lass, we'll try it again over there and make a better go of it.””. And I could see her smiling the way she used to, and Then, crack! Smash! This gawk of a Moller had come slam-banging into my office without so much as knocking, and he'd started shouting about some trouble he was having with somebody or something. I interrupted him, and I said nice as I could: ‘‘Old man, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I can’t listen to any business this afternoon. You'll have to run your own work entirely for a few days. Use your own judgment.” And instead of getting it he looked angry because for a moment I dared to be human. I didn’t say anything, but as a matter of fact I was furious—no, not so much furious as awfully hurt, that he’d come in on me at a time like that. And I tried not to be censorious, but his butting in that way and his constant impertinence had got on my nerves, and after that I couldn’t help noticing how careless he was. I'd wasted a lot of time on him, trying to teach him business technic and give him a chance to go ahead. But rats, he couldn’t appreciate it! He'd forget to turn in his reports, and if he took down the particulars about a flat over the phone he'd forget to put it on the list; or if he did enter it he’d leave out the rent or the term of lease, or whether it was a, m. 1., or something. I got more and more impatient, and finally there came a time when I was look- ing for a letter that he’d misplaced, and he had the nerve to insist that he'd finally located it right on my own desk! “Well,” I said to him, “probably I lost it. Probably I make a regular rule of ask- ing you for letters that I already have. Rut that isn’t the point. The point is that you're too careless.”’ *‘Am 1?” he says, impudent. “You are,”’ I says. “You're careless, and we're not going to argue about it in any way, shape, manner orform. Enough’s enough, and I want you to quit being so careless,"’ I said. I let him have it straight for once. “I'm not any more careless than the rest of the fellows, except maybe in rush time,”’ he says Then I lay for him. I looked innocent. I don’t know how come, but suddenly I could see that for his own sake he was due for an awful jolt. ‘So you don’t really feel you're careless? I said ““No, I don’t,” he says. “Then you might tell me how you hap- pened to fail to keep the appointment that you yourself made to show Rob Bradley an apartment,” I said He flushed up and admitted it. I was tired of coddling him. No use “IT think you'll have to learn your lesson, my boy,” I said. I was as nice as I could be, but I was pretty final. ‘‘I think maybe you'd better get through next Saturday,” I said. He blurted out: ‘You're not firing me, are you?” The poor kid, he almost bawled. “Yes, Lam,” I said. But I saw he was so broke up that I always was a fool. I never could stand hurting other people's feelings. I took pity on him, and I said: “We'll put it this way: You're laid off for three months. If at the end of that time you think you can be a little more careful come back and we'll see if there’s a vacancy. Meantime maybe Harry Jason will give you a temporary job.” **Honest,”’ he said, “I can’t stand work- ing for that piker. Let me try it again,” he said “Nope, I'm sorry,” I said. I was firm. Well, here I'd gone and tried to help him by just making it a lay-off, even though I knew Burkett would give me fits for being such a softy. But think that Moller boy appreciated it? He did not! He got im- pudent right away “I'm going to go up and kick to Burkett,” he says Can you beat it? Then I was mad for fair “You come right in and do it right now!” T hollered. I grabbed his arm and yanked him into the big boss’ den. “Mr. Burkett,”’ I says, “I've fired this yahoo. But I guess he wants to fire me in- stead and take my job. How about it?” Tickled Burkett to see me so worked up. “Why, why! How we let the angry passions rise!"’ he says just to get my goat. You know how he is—-sareastic. All the time. No excuse for it. But same time, course he didn't like Moller, and you've May 29,1920 got to admit that Burkett is a master of nice polite nastiness. He turned on Moller and said: “‘I’m afraid we'll need your desk after Saturday. We're thinking of hiring a real rental salesman, and he’ll want it.” Poor Moller slunk out completely flab- bergasted. I wassorryforhim. But same time it’s pretty hard to forgive him for trying to go over my head to Burkett. I haven't seen Moller since he left the office. But some day I'll run into him, and then I think I'll just cut loose and tell him what I really think of him. His swelled head is going to be a whole lot reduced in size when I get through with him. Say, somebody was telling me that Mol- ler thinks he’s going to New York to tackle the realty game there. He'll last quick! Poor kid, he'll have an awful failure. Why, he’ll do well if he ever makes two thousand a year there. So that’s how it is, Mac, from the inside of the inside. mr Stray remarks of Miss Tillie Groat, stenog- rapher in the rental department of Tribby, Burkett & Day, to her friend, Mr. McNew. AY, honest, Mr. McNew, aren’t men the simps? Did you know Mr. Huff has fired Ray Moller? They both of ‘em make me tired. Always looking for a chance to row. You talk about women fretting and worrying! Say, Mr. McNew, if there was as many as two men out of every hundred that wasn’t looking for trouble all the time, life would be about eleventy thousand per cent easier for every- body. Ain’t it the truth? Huh? Sure, Ray’s a good salesman! Did you know I could of married him if I wanted to? Huh? Sure! Huffy is a good boss—if you know how to handle him. Laugh at his jokes, that’s the way. Huh? They sure are! They’re as mad at each other as can be; just working up a fine temper. Way I see it, Huff and Ray’ll never be satisfied till they have a regular fight and get it out of their systems. My, I wonder what will happen when they meet up? I hope I won't be there. It’il be herce Ain't men the simps! And me, do I ever get any credit? I do not! I take the bum English both of 'em dictate to me, and turn it into swell lan- guage and slip it back to them, but they never know the diff. Way I see it, if it wasn’t for Tillie this department wouldn’t be one-two-three. See how it is? iv Statement by Mr. Burkett, president of Tribby, Burkett & Day, to his friend, Mr. MeNew. "LL never accept another loan from the Drovers’ National, McNew, and I ad- vise you people to do the same thing. The president of the bank is too sarcastic —all the time. No excuse. Now you know how I am, McNew. I'm easy to get along with Vv Certain events which occurred in the city of New York at a time approximately ten years after the preceding testimonies and depositions. iY R. RAY MOLLER, the junior partner in the small but active real-estate firm of Dysell & Moller, on Thirty-fourth Street, New York City, is a business suc- cess. A fellow realtor has insisted to me that Mr. Moller is an accident; that Moller happened to be on hand at a time when his chief and the other salesmen were sick, and thus had responsibility forced upon him. But -it is certain that the responsibility taught Moller the necessity of accuracy, formed in him the habits of diligence and punctuality, and developed in hm a self- confidence the lack ef which his former brazen boasting had concealed. An in- herent cheerfulness assisted him. He be- came Dysell’s partner, and was the larger factor in developing Dysler Park on Long Island. But he paid for his suecess by be- coming so habituated to routine work day and night that he had no intimates. On a certain evening as he walked away from the office, soiitariness divided him from the crowds. He turned dully into the Firenze Restaurant—one of those anomalous places which are not quite cheap enough to be popular or quite good enough to be distinguished. Thoroughly bored, he ordered an entrée, coffee, pie; (Concluded on Page 85)

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a LO LT ore ame a (Concluded from Page 82) then drugged himself with an evening paper in order to escape from reality from the problem of what to do with his evening. He knew enough people; enough admirable young women upon whom he could call. But he reflected: “‘Oh, I don’t know—don’t feel like taking the trouble of ringing anybody up.” He would, he supposed, drift on to his expensive and plushily bleak furnished room, brood over a sales campaign, go to bed. He sighed and began to eat his entrée, not seeing it, scarce tasting it, look- ing across his lifted fork at headlines in the paper. Someone was standing at his table: a familiar voice greeting him: “ Well, for the love of Mike! Ray Moller!” He was startled. Through his blood went the pleasure of seeing a face which he had known long ago. It was a Mr. Homer Huff, once his senior in a real-estate firm in the Middle Western city of Vernon. He had not seen the man since the day on which he had left that firm. “Well, well, well, well! What the dickens you doing in New York?” Moller chuckled, springing up, eagerly shaking hands. ‘I’m living here now, Ray. Been here for six months—Tomlinson-Burke Realty Company, on Madison. Say, but it’s good to see you! I’ve heard you've done fine. Putting it all over old Huff, I guess!” “Oh, rats, old man, just crawling along! I'll never be a real natural executive the way you are, Huff. Dining with anybody? Can’t you sit down?” Huff sat opposite, pleasure apparent in his broad face. “It’s mighty good—mighty good to see you, Ray. This is a pretty lonely town.” “T’llsay itis! And I’ve been here almost ten years. Well, well, old Homer! I can't believe my eyes. Tell me all the news from home. Say, what ever became of that girl—what was her name? Tillie some thing, wasn’t it?—that used to work for us She was a bright, nice little girl, wasn’t she!” ‘*She sure was! Why, she married Tom McNew, of the McNew Sign Posting Com pany ‘Well, well, well, is that a fact? I'm glad to hear it. Mac is a prince.” “He sure is! Do you ever hear from that girl you used to play round with, Ray?” ‘“Which one? Be > a ‘*No, wasn’t there a—oh, that was it! Sue, that was her name.” “Say, by golly, Homer, that reminds me—plumb forgot it—been putting it off and putting it off— ought to write to her She wrote me six months ago that she'd had a fourth baby born. You know she married Sim Jenson temember him?” “Can't say I do.” “Why, he worked on the Courier— be lieve he’s circulation manager on it now.” “Oh, that’s right! So he is. Sure, I re member him now! Good steady worker. Nice fellow. Well, say, Ray, I want to hear about your success. I tell you I’m mighty proud of the way most of my boys have worked out I always believed in you, and I tried to give you the best advice I could. Probably I got cranky sometimes, but I meant it for your good.” “You bet it was! Sure, you were cranky now and then. But heavens, I had it com ing to me. I must have been a brassy youngster. And tell the truth, I guess | roast my salesmen worse’n you ever did me, though I wouldn't admit it to them. I've got a youngster working for me now not bad, but unstable, weak. Doesn't analyze ) 7 , himself and his problems. Means well, but THE SATURDAY EVENING POST too fresh, and I light into him for his own good. See how it is? Say, Homer, here's a funny thing: All these years I’ve been thinking of you as so much older than I am, and now I feel as though you and I were about the same age. How old are you, Homer?” “I’m forty-eight now, Ray.” “Well, I'm thirty-six, and I don’t feel as though there was any difference at all. Tell me how Tomlinson has fixed you up, Homer ta “Pretty well—-oh, nothing extra, but good comfortable job. How much you making now, Ray? You must be crowding ten thousand a year.” “Yes, Lam. Say, isn’t it funny? One time I thought if I ever made five thousand I'd be the emperor of Wall Street !"’ “Yes, that’s how it goes. But I always knew you'd make big money here. Say, Ray, what’re you doing to-night? What d’you say we take in a show?” “That sounds good to me, Homer. Or say, I know a couple of nice girls, business women, that have a dandy little flat up town. What d’you say we give em a ring and ask ‘em if they’re going to be home, and we'll go call? Like to have ‘em meet you, Homer.” “Fine! Suits me, boss.” The girls and their mother were home. They sat on the pillowiferous divan, while tay Moller in the wicker chair and Homer Huff on the piano stool talked about each other. “*Homer used to be my boss, and he was the greatest sales general I ever met,” boasted Ray. “I’m proud to say that Ray worked un- der me. He's gone ahead of the old man, but he and I worked out a lot of things together—like the principles of office lighting, for instance,”’ boasted Homer. At eleven, as they descended the stairs from the apartment, Homer crowed: “ Fine girls, Ray! Say, this is the best evening I’ve had since I hit town. Real home folks.”’ “Same here, Homer. I tell you it’s good to see you. I haven't had any fellow to rail round with here really. Got intoa bad habit of just meeting people in a business way. Then, of course, these New Yorkers aren’t like us Vernon boys. Say, where you living, Homer?” “T have a room in a small hotel. Regu- lar old bach. Don't like it much.” “Well, look here, Homer; if you haven't any other plans, why wouldn't it be a good stunt for me and you to take a flat and fur- nish it together?” ‘That’s a great idea, Ray. You bet! Let's do it. Come have lunch with me to morrow and we'll talk it over.” “I'll be there with bells on. I'm strong for the flat idea. We'd get along fine. We're alike in a lot of things, Homer both of us easy to get along with, and we'd hit it off great. Always liked you from the first time we met. Funny thing about me I can just about tell what a man is like first time I lay an eye on him.” “Same here. And I’m strong for your idea. I'd always hoped we'd meet up some day. I remember telling Tom McNew, about the time you quit Burkett: ‘That boy’ll make a big success,’ I said.” “Quit? Why, rats, Burkett practically fired me, you might say.” “Golly, that’s right! So he did, come to think of it. Isn't that just like him? Fire the best salesman in the hop! W ay I see it, fundamental trouble with a man like Burkett is that he makes snapshot judg ments and doesn’t hold off and mull thing over the way you and | always do. Well, good night, old Ray. Good luck. See you to-morrow.” WALLACE Silver th the future shining softly in my The Wallace Hostess Book 4, |} ititul k of V Abii 1 rect fatten in j / / ty = 1535 R-WALLACE

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Makers of Duraduct Flexible Non-Metallic Conduit and tubular woven fabrics of all kinds compare THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 29,1920 THE MAN FROM ASHALUNA Continued from Page 27) dug up this man Silver and showed me how to put, the deal over? Shucks, you gimmea pain! “Well,” rejoined Duley, “if I hadn't learned that it’s no use to argue with a crazy man I’d darned soon show you where you're wrong.” “Me and you is partners.” “Not if you talk like that, Jud. Me and you gin t nothing, you poor thickhead.” ‘Well and you then. Say, if you’re figuring 1, make a college-eddicated squirt out of a big log jumper like me, twelve thousand five hundred dollars won’t look | like thirty cents to you by the time you get | everyone, you lazy, | no diffie ulty. tingly. half through. You'll be strikin’ for a raise of wi gh Jud, if I don’t make many, many times twelve thousand five hundred as a result of my acquaintance with you, you may take me out and kick me briskly from here to Grant’s Tomb.” “Go as far as you like, young feller. And if I don’t learn not to say hadn’t oughter between now and October first, you put dope in my coffee and drop me into the Hudson River with a rock tied to my feet. Now I suppose you and I have to go to work buildin’ churns. You've got me in a devil of a mess. I thought I came to New York to study art—and instead I have a job handed me.” “Job? Why, Jud, this will be child’s play compared to what you'll have to face later. What's that you say about art?” “‘T never told you,” said Jud. ‘I’ve got a bug. I want to learn paintin’ and I thought when I'd sold my churn patents and maybe the water power I’d have money en ough so r coul | “Study art? That's a hell of an ambition for a big two-fisted doughboy like you! I’ m ashamed of you! cnew you would be. I guess, except cats, I'm ashamed of myself! “I don’t blame you. What ever gave you the idea you could paint?” “IT never said I could paint. What'd I want to learn for if I could do it already? So’s ma. So’s Why, dog my Just the same’’—doggedly—‘I’m agoin’ to hunt me up a teacher or a school and have a go at it.” ‘Maybe you'd better take up embroidery and millinery too,’ suggested Duley cut- I better knock your head off, overeatin’ coot! Say, how soon are those fellers goin’ to move out o’ that Long Island City factory you hired for the Independent Improved Churn Corpora- — Landsakes! Anyone 'd thought you'd try to think up a long-enough name!” ‘It isn’t the name—it’s what it stands for,” said Duley. “‘ The factory’ll be ready for occupancy one week from to-day, and if the machinery people make good we will be turning out churns within a month.” “Brings our second five-thousand-dollar payment that much sooner ” observed the inventor “You goin’ down the bank about some money?” “Right after lunch.” “Sure they'll let us have it? “Millard, the president, said there’d be He’s an old friend of my 6: May be to see ” father.” ““And then you ask me divide this churn business with where'd I been if it hadn't and your connections?”’ “But it was your brains that made all this possible, fish! After all, my acquaint- ance with Millard wouldn’t amount to a hoot if 1 weren't able to show those con- tracts with Burns, Elkman & Co. What are you going to do this afternoon?” “Oh,” replied Jud with an air of studied indiference, ‘nothin’ much.” “Then you'd better come down to the bank with me.” ‘I'd like to all right, well—come to think of it, up that dentist you told me about. tooth is sort of botherin’.”’ ‘Tooth! Jud, you're too honest to make a good liar. There’s a girl in this.” Dunlap turned red to his hair. “Swear to gosh, Dtle, I’m goin’ to hunt up that there face blacksmith o’ yours!” “Haw!” kidded Duley. “See the big boob blush! Who is it? Someone who saw you when you had on your uniform? Can't imagine a girl falling for you in cits. Well, on your way, bud! Don’t let me interfere with your playing round. Only why I want to you! Say, been for you Duley, but—er I guess I'll hunt My don’t try to put anything across with your aged uncle, because while I may be old and feeble I’m not so fat in the head as appear- ances might indicate.” “I'm glad you told me that,” rejoined Jud, a trifle restored. ‘‘No one would ever s’pose the fat stopped at your collar. You better ‘tend to borryin that money and le “ave me mind my own affairs.” ‘Sure! Listen to him! I work while he lallygags round with some Jane. Wot a woil! Wot a woil! See you at dinner time, eh? G’-by, and for the love of Mike, live up to your lessons! Now I guess I know why you asked me the other day why it was necessary to make special forks for clams when we already had practically the same thing for pickles.”’ The boot hurled by Judson Dunlap bounced off the hastily closed door, causing harm only to the innocent woodwork. Jud pulled open the top drawer of his chiffonier and pawed hopelessly among the half dozen or more ties. Dog-gone it, he wished he'd asked Dule before he went out whether or not he ought to wear a green one with a blue shirt. If he ever got back to Ashaluna wouldn’t he just have a picnic in overalls and forget such things as cravats and silk socks and that bunk? He seized a tie at random, knotted it with fingers possessing a skill hardly to be expected considering their size, carefully brushed his coat and his new straw hat, dusted his shoes with a towel—there, by jinks, he guessed he looked as good as his Maker intended he should. Folks that set more store by the clothes a feller wore than by the man inside of ’em weren't worth botherin’ about anyhow. He went out into the afternoon sunshine and walked to Fifth Avenue. Mary would—if she were prompt—be waiting for him at the Metro- politan. This was perhaps the fourth or fifth time he had spent a couple of delight- ful hours there with the girl. Jud’s awe had by this time given place to a fine appreciation of the museum and its treasures. He found it possible to de- rive genuine delight from a thousand and one items among the exhibits. It wasn’t alone the pictures or the sculpture, the tapestries, the priceless potteries. It was the atmosphere of the whole place that soothed him with almost the effect of some subtle drug. He would pause at unexpected points and refuse to move for long periods, during which he appeared lost in contem- plation of some comparatively unimportant exhibit. There was the collection of spoons. “Dog my cats!” said Jud. ‘Who'd have thought anyone’d want to collect spoons? Must be some reason for it. Now I never cal'lated there was anything artis- tic about a spoon. He listened hungrily now to Mary’s explanations. ary certainly was a won- derful girl! She told him of books he should read which would quicken his underst: andin g of things artistic. Some of these volumes she lent him. He often startled her with an almost uncanny pene- tration of the motives that lay behind an artist’s conception. One picture especially he viewed with knotted brow. It was an extreme of impressionism, an ocean sunset, a veritable orgy of color. “It’s hard to understand,” said Mary. “- confess I’m not up to such he ights. r “Guess the fe lle or had | ligestion,”’ said Jud quizzically. ‘‘ Maybe he did it in his sleep after one of those late Broadway suppers. What is it—a lady fallin’ down stairs with an armful of groceries?” Mary Beverly giggled and Jud suddenly bec ame serious. ‘Either the wasn’t,” he said. him?” ‘He is considered very good.” “All right. He had it in his system. He wasn’t afraid to say his say. You've got to respect a man that tells the truth as he sees it, whether he agrees with what other folks think or not. That takes spunk. It’s a heap easier to do what you know folks expect. Paintin’ is the same as clothes. Look at me, tryin’ this mornin’ to find out what kind of a necktie was proper to wear instead of pickin’ one I liked. Afraid people would notice me and laugh.” “But, Jud, after your cravat is tied you don’t see it. If it offends the eye the other person suffers, not you.” (Continued on Page 88) man was sincere or he “Know anything about

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(Continued from Page 86) Well, I'd cause some horrible agony in this town if I really wore what I'd like to.” Mary Beverly laughed and said she ‘ry good selection thought he'd made a ve the matter of ties and doubted if his ¥ I taste was as atrocious as he pretended "Tis to-day,” he said suddenly. “‘Le’s yo away from here I don’t guess I’m in the mood for art Wish there was some omethin’ else beside the park that looked a little mite like Nature.” Jud’s wish oddly echoed a thought in Mary Jeverly’s own mind I'll take you somew here he said, * f yu don't mind being a bit late for dinner.’ What's that amount to? Duley asked e to go to his club with him to-night | wait if I don’t get there on time id You must tell me more about Mr Dule iid Mary Beverly. ‘Will you forgive me while I find a telephone?” ['wenty minutes later, standing with the ¥ ri on the museum steps, Jud Saw a very distinguished-looking car roll up to the rt curb wood or “Come on,” said Mary Together they crossed the sidewalk and entered the car. Jud heard Mary Beverly give the footman, who held the door for them, some directions in which Dyckman treet Ferry played a part his is a grand automobile,” he said is they rolled swiftly northward. ‘“‘Now you tell me where all the bigwigs live. I want tosee that house of Senator Clark's and the Carnegie palace and the two-million dollar shack our old friend L. J. built.” gf EF ps ‘Lafayette Jordan. Why, you know him! You was visitin’ at Caribou Lodge that time you saved me from drownin’ in the snowdrifts o' Moosehorn. What kind of a duck is he?” “People who know him well adore him.” “And some others hate him good and plenty, eh?” ‘He has his enemies, like all men of big affairs.” ‘Oh, I don't doubt it. Be sure to let me know when we pass his house. I came pretty near havin’ some business dealin’'s with him. He's been kind of chasin’ me, but somehow I haven't found the time to tulk to him. When I first came to town I heard he was right select about seein’ people, but he don't seem to be Gorry! 1 spose | ought to take pains to be in next time he calls.” Mary Beverly gazed at her companion in speechless wonder. Lafayette Jordan chasing this unknown from the hinter- land? It wasn't credible! ‘| l uppose he wanted to see you about your churn?” she hazarded Don't know Maybe. Too late now though. Dule and I’ve sort of buttoned the churn business up.”’ “You mean Austin Duley?” “Sure! Told you about him, didn’t I? Well, he and I are goin’ into the churn business together He introduced me to a man who wants all we can build and we yet a nice bonus for givin’ him the exclu sive sale... Dule and I'll make a good thing out of it—thanks to Dule. Say, he’s a grand old fat rascal, that feller! Didn't you tell me you'd met him?” I know him slightly Does—does he know you know me?” ‘Not vet 1-1 be'n kind of bashful About mentionin’ | was acquainted with iny New York young lady at all He pretty near got onto me to-day though tle mistrusted I was goin’ to see some lady this afternoon and guyed me a little about it I liked to ‘a’ knocked his head off. Would, too if he hadn't shut the door so pry The big car sped on past the great howy houses of the avenue “That's Mr. Jordan's,” said Mary Ie vi rly Cute little cottage,” commented Jud. Say, Mary, it was mighty nice of you to yive me aride this afternoon, I needed the change. Been thinkin’ pretty hard lately ind my brain's sort of unused to so much exercise. Got things fixed now so I don't need to worry, though I'm afraid it means more work than I figured on doin’. I was hopin’ | could get to take some lessons in paintin’.”” Why not go to the league evenings?” “The league?’ Mary Beverly explained how Jud could procure the necessary information § con- cerning night classes of art students ‘Thanks, Mary. Say, you're the only one | know that doesn’t make fun of me when I say anything about painting Any- one’d think it was a sufficient cause to send a feller to a home for feeble-minded.” 3y this time the car was well on its way through Harlem. They passed the College of the City of New York, Cathedral Heights, One Hundred and Tenth Street and the Polo Grounds “Never saw a big-league game in my life,” said Jud. “I'll blow you one of these days, Mary. What say?” Mary was pleasantly noncommittal. The car climbed the steep hill and descended to Broadway, turned uptown and finally swung into Dyckman Street, where it was necessary to wait in a line of motors for the farryboat Presently the clumsy craft came nosing into its slip and from its decks slid a dozen or more automobiles bound cityward. They debarked haltingly, with much coughing of exhausts and grinding of gears, like a stream of odorful bugs, leaving behind the thin, acrid blue evidence of a combustion which never seemed complete. One of these creeping vehicles was a touring car more than ordinarily imposing. A single passenger occupied the tonneau. As this car passed Mary and Jud the occupant, glancing first at so unusually pretty a girl and then at her escort, smiled and lifted his hat. In five seconds more he was gone and at that moment the waiting line moved ferryward “Why, who was that?” asked Mary. “He bowed, but I’m sure it wasn’t to me. I never saw him - “| guess he was speakin’ to me,” said Jud ‘His name’s Vail—works for old Jake Mogridge, the Intercontinental Pulp and Paper man. Nice bunch of highway- men, the Intercontinental.” Thus Mary’s curiosity was appeased, The ferryboat waddled earnestly upstream, drawing gradually away from the east bank of the Hudson. The boat's housing, under which the line of motors now stood, effectually concealed much of a charming scene. But the voyage was soon over and one after another the cars emerged at the foot of the rocky wall that hems the river's western margin. Jud casting an eye aloft exclaimed that he guessed that was quite a cliff. Made him think of Thundergap back home. The big car sprang forward and ran nimbly up the brick-paved roadway which doubles and twists summitward “T hope you got good brakes,”’ ventured Jud, “in case the engine quit on you Wouldn't be much fun slidin’ down that hill backward.” The Hudson now lay delightfully spread before them, the wood-crowned heights of the east bank brilliantly green in the late afternoon sunlight. What if that rugged hillside were marred here and there by some factory chimney, some modern architectural excrescence? It was beauti ful nevertheless— refreshing and restful And the air was sweet with wood scents If it possessed less of zest than that of his native hills Judson was in no caviling frame of mind. He was happy “I'm gettin’ sort of used to city ways,” he said. “‘That view looks mighty near like the real thing Land sakes, you wouldn't think we were hardly more’n a stone’s throw from New York, now would you? I declare, when I go back home I won't be satisfied to walk anywheres at all. I'll have to call a taxi to go rabbit huntin’. Don't know when I'll ever get home, though, with Dule mixin’ me up with a churn factory and a whole lot of such doin’s. I've got to write my mother and tell her not to expect me much before fall. If 1 can’t go home then I'll have to fetch her here to keep house for me. Won- der what she'd do without a cow to milk or a garden to hoe?” The car rounded the last turn and came abruptly to the brink of the hill, where it began the long, easy descent inland. On both sides of the smooth road were pros- perous looking suburban homes, houses set far back amid a wealth of trees, beauti- fully kept lawns and a profusion of shrub- bery. Jud fell into one of his taciturn moods, lost in admiration of these com- fortable dwellings. It was artificial, but it was lovely. But it represented apparently too much ease. It was atmosphered with leisure. Dolee far niente hung in the soft summer air. The green of polished turf allured to slumber beneath drooping leafy boughs. Jud had never felt that way in the big woods. That was what city life did to people. It gave them the means to be lazy. It drugged them. They had their cake and THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ate it—here were the beauties of the forest combined with hot and cold water and a perfect system of drainage. Here were leafy glades, but no inspiration to wood- craft. Doubtless in the winter a plow driven by gasoline cleaned the sidewalks of snow. “TI hope I ain’t slippin’,” mused the countryman — “‘ wearin’ a harmonious neck- tie and havin’ a grown man open the auto- mobile door for me. I hope this country that’s gone over by a barber twicet a week don’t git a holt on me. Here I am, tryin’ my darnedest to use three spoons every meal and not tuck my napkin into my vest, lettin’ Duley find fault with how I talk, and makin’ more money’n I know how to spend. Land sakes, if we get to turnin’ out churns the way that feller wants we should, I'll be gettin’ somethin’ more than twenty-five thousand dollars a year! What am I[ goin’ to do with it?” They were passing through a flatter country now, where there were great ex- panses of intensively tilled ground, with low buildings and intricate systems for watering. “Truck gardens,’ said Mary Beverly. “That’s probably where your morning cantaloupe comes from.” Citified farms! Nothing like the farms at home. Here was land worth ten thou- sand dollars an acre, each acre made to produce every last stalk of celery, every ultimate plume of spinach of which it was capable. Up and down between the rows toiled scores of stooping women, their head- kerchiefs bright in the sun. ‘You see ’em over in France,” said Jud, ‘tin places where there hasn’t been any fightin’, workin’ just that way. It looks different though. It’s more—more ——” **Picturesque?”’ i guess so - These women were laborers, low paid, looking always downward into the soil. They were of a race trained to such work. No doubt they were stolidly content, dull, me- chanical, so many pieces of machinery with- out thoughts except the elementary proc- esses of reasoning that told them when to start, when tostop and where the rows ended or began. Back home his mother was doing that. He supposed even now she might be weed- ing in the kitchen garden; or she might be driving the horse, herself sitting upon the vibrant seat of the rake, bounced violently like a missionary on a camel. But she was thinking while she worked. That made it harder. It’s easy enough to grub if you don’t know grubbing is drudgery. Suddenly the fear that he might suc- cumb to the lure of the city and its en- virons gave place to a fear that he might not. Darn it, those people digging up weeds with knotted, accustomed fingers were the right people for such tasks, not his mother. Let them be paid whatever their needs demanded and more, but let his mother never be required to harness a horse or wield a hoe again. If she wanted one of these smug homes near a roadway of burnished asphalt, let her but say so. She could putter as much as she liked among the flowers. She could order the ways of a household and have a hired girl to boss round. What was money for any- how? The churn business would provide for all those things. “I'm a goner!”’ said Jud suddenly. “Why, Jud, what do you mean?” “It’s got me!” “Are you in pain? Shan’t we turn back toward home? What's got you, Jud?” “New York! Automobiles! Open plumbin’! Harmonious neckties!’ **And a churn factory?” “To make the pot boil, yes. That’s incidental.” ‘** And the hills of Ashaluna?”’ A shade of compunction drifted across the big fellow’s face. “T can get along, I guess.” Mary Beverly smiled a small, almost imperceptible but very knowing little smile. She said: “‘And your mother said you weren't much of a talker.” ‘Am I?” Mary's smile because still more obvious was still more quizzical “Oh, of course not,” said Mary Beverly, and cautioned the chauffeur that Mr. Dunlap must be at the Terrapin Club as near six-thirty as possible. xu “TT BEATS anything in my experience,” fumed Lafayette Jordan, frowning across his big desk at Messrs. Eggleston May 29,1920 and Dabney. “I didn’t feel like believing you when you said this Dunlap was difli- cult. But, by George, I don’t seem to make any more headway than you did! I’ve called three times at the hotel; I’ve tried to have Walter make an appointment with him by telephone; I’ve written him; I’ve left word to have him call me up. He wrote me he would be pleased to see me any time we could make a mutually con- venient appointment; he telephoned this office when I was out and left word simply that Mr. Dunlap called up. I’m getting desperate. The matter is serious; _ it worries me.”’ ““My idea is that Mogridge has him sewed up by now.” ‘* All the fault of you boys if the fellow’s slipped us.”’ “It would have been perhaps if you hadn’t taken the matter out of our hands.” This from Eggleston, whose awe of L. J. was a trifle less than Dabney’s. ‘I admit it, sir, I admit it. Neverthe- less you should never have allowed your- selves to bring the matter to my attention in an unfinished state. What do you hear about Mogridge? Do you think he has been able to make progress with Dunlap?” “There is a rumor in the Street that Intercontinental Pulp and Paper has ac- quired some new water-power interests. It’s very indefinite. We suspect that the Mogridge crowd started it to boost their stock. At any rate it’s up a point or so and rather more active.” Old L. J. seowled. He did not love Mogridge, but had not seen fit to cross swords with him in some years. Mogridge had been growing stronger in the mean- while. The Street said that when L. got ready to jump there would be a fight worth watching and the innocent bystand- ers would do well to get out from under. There was Paper Products, one of Jordan's own stocks, as sensitive as a thermometer to every change in market temperature, competing with Intercontinental for heavy lines of business. Both concerns had world-wide distribution for their goods, both were savagely aggressive. Each was backed by a different group of banking interests The wise owls of Wall Street found the affairs of the two great paper companies never-ending argumentative timber. Some said the day would come when Jordan and Mogridge would get together and form a combination. Others knowing the antag- onism between the magnates said this could never happen by the remotest chance. It was their opinion that there would eventually be a war of almost unprece dented ferocity in the world of finance. “Then watch out!”’ warned these pessi- mists. ‘“‘They’re too big to fight the battle out alone. Every stock in Wall Street will be affected. The banks will feel it—in fact, they'll be part of it. And it won’t take much to start something either. Suppose old L. J. made up his mind to go after Jake Mogridge? He's a tiger, and Mogridge would have to fight likea rat in a corner; and that’s just how he will fight. He’s got too many interests L. J. can attack and he'll have to sacrifice some to protect others. You must also remember that Mogridge is no one’s fool, and he knows where L. J.’s tender spots are. He'll overlook no bets in a battle for his life.” ‘It seems a shame,” said L. J. pensively, on the occasion of his conference with the partners whose efforts had proved so futile. ‘I don’t want to plunge the Street into a riot. The market’s extremely ten- der. Too bad to shake up the outside in- vestors who are coming in now. It’s been a long time since the public has invested in the Street. Surely it would be almost criminal to start such a panic at this time.” ““That’s very unselfish and altruistic of you, Mr. Jordan,” ventured Dabney. “But you needn’t forget that the big majority of those who come into such a market are speculators. They take their chances and can’t complain if they lose.” “There you go!” roared the financier angrily. ‘‘There you go! That’s exactly what the meanest humbug that ever worked a county fair with a pea under a shell always says. He defrauds people and then says they deserve to lose. On the other hand, when there’s a bear raid in the Street up jump a thousand newspapers and shout: ‘There they go again! The big insiders are shaking down the innocent public.” Inexperienced speculators get their fingers burned; legitimate investors, too, see their stock decline; the bucket (Continued on Page 91)

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a ee OS nt a (Continued from Page 88) hops clean up foolish people’s margins. A bad mess. It ought to be avoided. Mogridge’ll start something if he thinks he ean gain by doing so, regardless of whom he injures. I’m not that sort. “But I want that Dunlap property. It’s the keystone of the whole structure. With that and the Tiddividdy River we’d be very, very strong. Then I could make terms with Mogridge hat about S: a? ilerville outlet? “We won't worry about Saddlerville just now But s ippose Mogridge got h old of that addition to Sullivan’s Gap. et him : we controlled Ashaluna 1 Ip him much.” 1 " he | block you if ‘“Mogridge must have Ashaluna sluice or he’s out of it If he gets it he can make ine a lot of trouble. But if I get it—why, } alize that we can back up head the sluice alone to give us a tre- ater power? Mogridge’s inter- er outlets of the basin is purely peculative. He’s not capable of swinging the big development. He thinks he could participate in it by reason = his control of one or two of the outlets, but he couldn't nance the enterprise. He hasn’t the : inkers haven't the cor ” dence in him any more than I have.” “But doubtk he believes differe tly.” “No, he n’t under any undue illusi ) Why, vou fe W ireé supposed to be wise ‘ I rprise Old L. J. grinne nd the partner looked helplessly at each other ‘Intercontinental’s short of power.” r mill are not furnishing year ago + t tuatior r twent 7 peculative i it It t t i It Ait liable The the rumor that Inter mntinental ” i r yi! re power 1 et a iit to interac the mpr mm tnat the re ! ning shor hxa ‘And it t » difficult to see what vould happen to Intercontinental stock if t became known to the public that the Jordan interests had acquired the Ashaluna lice, instead of Mogridge,”’ ventured equa ea ») imagine what Paper Produc would do.” Now iL. J. brisk] you under 1 just what the si ion is. For my | all four outlets are neces ary. Mog lye holds one of them but it doesn’t do him any good. If he can procure the Dunlap property he'll have us on the hip, because he w not only strengthe Inter tinental at once but he can chal ictually prevent the big develop ment te could very profitably play 08 In the manger, I should have to tl k seriously what methods of bringing vom to term Would De } tined Old L. J. looked exceedingly grim at this moment. In all the years of their associa- mn with him Eggleston and Dabney had never been permitted a more intimate ylimpse of the motives which actuated this extraordinary mat ‘What’s Dunlap doing these days that 1 can tell me about?” he asked. ‘Running round with young Duley. It eems they're going into the churn busi ne together. Duley’s arranged for some money at the Pine Street National Millard must have a favorable opinion of hu : ‘Yes, he told me Duley’s father was a pretty sound business man. Wholesale KS OF metning Dead about five years, Young Dule considered good for a few thousand—in fact put up quite a nice bunch of collateral -and showed the new churn compan) contracts with a mail- der firm in Chicago for heaven only knows how ma thousand churns.” ‘I know Austin Duley and I was well 1equainted with his father. Austin and } sisters come to the house to see my ‘Kids, eh? ‘Kids to me even if they are pretty well grown,” grinned the financier. ‘‘ Well, the churn business seems to have the pref- yur back-country friend. You Hel erence Wil would better cultivate roe b pee influence with Dur ‘ have nav THE SATURDAY suggested Egg! eston, is a frie nd of your family’ s it Sale! t ie. a ‘are to inje et this ‘hetene into the affairs of my household.” ‘But since you’ve had so much difficulty meeting Dunlap it might solve your prob- Though this man may nted Dabney for the partners. I 1 Good morning.” “Who do you suppose wants me to go to unch with him to-day?” to Judson Dunlap next morning. old friend Eggleston. telephoned Duley to know what our partne rship in the churn irst-rate offer from Jake N Tell him I don’t pay buddies used to say. much attention to ——— p laughed and ht 1 up. “Thi at man E ggles ston’s the human cork it, asking ‘all sorts sal questions red ’em with a straight face in’t tell him no lies, y the i indifferent manner in which he lve nd the i fort mation one — j suppose Want to put it ou market for such issues. EVENING POST ‘Absolutely. But first sell a thousand shares for us over the counter.”’ ‘How about supporting the market ‘Don’t let that worry you. The market will take care of itself.” ‘We wouldn't want to see the bottom drop out. It hurts us with our clients.” “The clients who buy this stock are goin ig to give you a rising vote of thank Bill.” “Got something good up your sleeve you haven't told me?” Duley grinned ‘| suspect you have,”’ ventured the broker. “If we make a market for your stock on the curb you'll protect us, of course? You won't unload a lot of your own holdings when we've got the price up to a good figure?’ “Bill, you get your lawyer and fix up a contract. We'll put all our stock in escrow, if you say so, to be released only with your consent. What I want now is to see a daily quotation in the papers. We won't even bother to list the stock. Place thi first block and then trade in it a little every day, and by and by we'll show you some action.” ‘If you weren’t a pretty good sport, Duley, we wouldn't do it; but so long as it’s you we'll take a chance.” When Duley told Jud how he had ar- ranged things with the broker the cautious inventor inquired: How much did you have to tell him to make him agre¢ ‘Just about the churn; nothing about the sluice. I let him guess whatever he wanted to. He'll hear some juicy rumors about the time the stock gets swinging or the curb. We're not saying a word— just organizing our business and getting read to build churns. Wait until the nosey one like Eggleston and Mogri idge ’s Mr. Vail get on the scent That’s all At a conference in the office of Mr. Lafayette Jordan that financier’s instruc tions to his confidential agents were shor nd to the point, ‘I don't know what there is back of it The minute that churn stock comes out see that it’s bought in. Buy every it. Might as well invest a few thousand dollars and get at the bottom of this.’ Similarly Mr. Jacob Mogridge ordered Mr. Vail to absorb as many shares a po sible. ‘There’s something in the wind, Vail. Don't let the Jordan crowd beat you. We want that stock.” The broker, Waxman, whom Austin Par sons Duley had addressed familiarly as Bill called the Independent Improved Churn Corporation at Long Island City on the phone. “Say, Duley, what’s all this?" he queried. ‘‘Half a dozen brokers are after us already for your stock. They all want an inside price and each one says he'll take the whole darned block before it’s offered publicly at all. Don’t understand it.’ ‘All right, William. You tell ’em you'll let '’em know when you're ready. Don't promise a share. Wait a mint let me think!” Duley ealled Jud in from the factory, where he was super ntending the installa tion of some machines “Bill Waxman is on the wire and war to know what to do about our stocl He an unload it all in a bunch to a y one ol half a dozen brokers. hall we let him do it?” “Do we have an} ay about who gets t ao suppose le “Ww hat do you think?’ ‘If Bill has any way of telling, and I ippose he has, I'd rather see Jordan have ‘Metoo. Fix it that way if you can.” Duley turned to the transmitter, Bill!” Ye wl the dicker is keeping ”? *Make you a nice trade, You see that we get ninety for the stock and you se¢ t f the best price you cal get on one con a rr Shoot! ‘See that it goes to L. J.” ‘I don't guarantee that, but I think I can manage Leave it tome. Send youa heck for ninety thousand as soon as | close the deal.”’ d make about fifteen yourself, eh?” ‘If I can, you bet! Don’t have a soft one like this fall into my lap every day. Drop in and put me wise, Duley.” All in good time Bill. Go to it—and good luck! s the body of a young lke dt ees much with hi hands clean at night. kind of soap whict Continued on Page 93

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A (Continued from Page 91) He spread them out thoughtfully. In- stead of the ruddy-brown color his outdoor life had given his hands they were now blue- white on the backs, a trifle hirsute, inclined to be puffy from lifting and strain. Still they were mighty well shaped. “Don’t look much as if they could handle brushes,” he thought—‘ unless it was for spreadin’ whitewash on a brick wall.” He sighed at times when he realized how far afield he had strayed from the purpose that had brought him all the way from back home. As for Mary Beverly, how could he expect to interest her? She would only be ashamed of a roughneck like him. He had too much on his mind to be both- ered picking out harmonious neckties After a while when he got things going so he didn’t have to spend so much time in the factory he would get in touch with her and find out some more about those art classes. There was a good deal to spur his imagi- nation in his daily life. To the fastidious Duley the grind of mechanical detail was rather sordid. He elected to take charge of correspondence and accounting, to keep an eye on the finances, deal with bankers, but hardly ever went out into the factory. He was an excellent worker and put in long days and many an evening, but he did hate dirt. Consequently, like the well-known Mr. and Mrs. Sprat, Jud and Duley licked the industrial platter clean and smacked their lips with the savor of the dish. “Well,” said Lafayette Jordan to Mr. Ellery Eggleston, ‘‘I understand you se- cured that stock in Dunlap’s churn com- pany.” “Yes, a thousand shares at a hundred and ten.” ‘Someone made a profit on that.” ‘“‘Waxman. He played it very cleverly. Mogridge was after it strong and would have been glad to pay what we gave for it, but I suspect those partners had a voice in the final decision. We got it before it was offered publicly at all. I trust you appre- ciate the value of the advance information Dabney and I a ‘“*And Mogridge had of the thing, eh?” finished L. J. sarcastically. ‘“‘I’m not so sure it was a good buy for us anyhow.” “Tt’s a fifth of the concern, Mr. Jordan. You are certainly entitled to a representa- tive on the board.”’ “If Dunlap likes me, I suppose. Look here, Eggleston, I’m beginning to think this fellow Dunlap is a myth anyhow. Here we are at the end of another three weeks and I haven’t been able to get at him. Of course my own time has been occupied pretty constantly, but one would suppose I'd find at least half an hour in three weeks that corresponded with half an hour of the mysterious Mr. Dunlap’s.” “I’ve tried to reach him myself,’’ said Eggleston, ‘‘but Duley always gets on the telephone—and as a staller Duley is a master hand. Half the time Dunlap’s out, he says, and the other half he’s too busy to come to the phone. I’ll try su Mr. Jordan’s secretary entered the room at this moment. “That Mr. Dunlap is on the wire.” **He is!”’ shouted L. J. ‘‘Here, hand me that telephone! Hello, hello! Put Mr. Dunlap through here right away. Hello, hello! Yes, this is Jordan. Well, how are you, Mr. Dunlap? By George, sir, you’re a hard man to locate! Yes, I appreciate you're busy. How’s the churn business? Good!” There was a note of booming cordiality in the financier’s voice that Eggleston had never heard before. Jordan actually looked across his desk and winked at the agent. He went on: ‘*You don’t say so, Dunlap! Weil, that’s fine. Of course you know I’m a sort of partner of yours in that enterprise, don’t you? Hundred thousand dollars of my money in there—more or less. I ought to be permitted to name a man for your I oard.”’ A pause. ‘‘Well, you can rest assured we aren’t going to quarrel, Mr. Dunlap. You know I’ve a place up Ashaluna way. Know your country pretty thoroughly myself. Won- derful part of the world. I'd like very much to meet you and talk with you. I under- stand old Silas Pillsbury claims to be the only man up there who’s ever shot three bears in the woods. Well, he boasts of it. Oh, maybe. They say the best guide is usually the biggest liar.” A pause. “No, I’ve a meeting of the bankers’ com- mittee on Allied loans at eleven to-morrow. Couldn’t you make it at four? I’m sorry now hold on. Never mind the Allied loans! I'll be at your factory at eleven o'clock. The loans committee can wait until next day. Good-by, Dunlap. See you in the morning.” Eggleston stared at his chief in open- mouthed wonder. He was more than as- | tonished—he was scandalized. “There,” said Jordan with satisfaction. | “I’m to see Dunlap in the flesh. By George, I’ve waited for this day. He’s made me wait too. That’s more than most men can say.” ‘But the Allied loans ——”’ **Look here, Eggleston, I’m not a super- stitious man, but I want to tell you this Dunlap has been getting on my nerves Until I manage to break the spell or what- ever it is that’s been holding us apart I’m not going to feel like myself. I’m not used t« having things hitch and drag like this Asha- luna matter. Ordinarily I can issue orders to people like you and rely on having them carried out. But I’m convinced that Fate intends for me to handle this deal myself. Frankly, Eggleston, you’re a clever man, but I wonder if you’re big enough to man- age Dunlap. Something tells me he’s un usual. He’s not your kind and he may not be mine, but no ordinary man can deal with him, that’s plain.” ‘‘Lord, the old man’s crazy about him- self, isn’t he?”’ thought Eggleston, leaving the presence in an exceedingly thirty-cent frame of mind. ‘ He's nothing if not frank. Doesn’t hesitate to put a fellow in his place.” He was very sore. But then it wouldn’t pay to stay so. Eggleston reported the news to his partner, who grinned. He had had plenty of experiences similar to Eg- gleston’s, and as Eggleston was rather the more important of the two it pleased him to see his associate humbled. ““Oh, well, never mind,” he said. ‘‘The main thing is for L. J. to see this country man and satisfy himself just how difficult he is. I'll wager he won’t get far. Dun- lap’s either very deep or very stupid. And Duley’s no heavyweight.” ‘*He seems to have been able to keep the inside track so far.” **Yes, by humoring Dunlap in that churn project. They'll come a cropper, mark my word. Neither one knows anything about business. Then our cocky Mr. Dunlap will climb down from his high horse and be willing to negotiate.” “We'll see, Dab, we'll see. I'd like to agree with you, but I’m afraid you're wrong. Probably L. J. was perfectly just when he said I wasn’t big enough for the job. It hurts to admit it, but one might as well be honest.” Dabney merely shrugged. “Time will tell,’’ he observed sapiently. Lafayette Jordan left his motor at the curb in front of the factory of the Inde- pendent Improved Churn Corporation and climbed the stairs ponderously. They were steep stairs and the office was up two flights. He was not used to that kind of exercise, and as he neared the top he puffed out his cheeks with each breath. The churn corporation's office was mod- est and painfully new. The smell of varnish still hung upon the air. There was no mahogany in sight, only yellow-pine wood- work, including railings, shelves and mold- ing. The desks were of inexpensive plain oak. The only persons in sight were a bookkeeper and two stenographers, all girls. The day was hot and through open windows drifted the noises of wagons on the pavement, the discordant jar and roar of motor trucks, the exhaust of coal- burning locomotives in the near-by railroad yards. To this was added the din of the factory, composed of the chatter of many belted pulleys, intermittent screams of saws, snarl of a buzz planer and beat, beat, beat of a seeming regiment of hammers. “Mr. Dunlap in?” asked L. J. “‘T’ll speak to Mr. Duley,” replied one of the girls, and disappeared into an inner office. Shortly a plump young man came forth and greeted the visitor. “Step right inside, Mr. Jordan. I’ll send out into the shop for Dunlap. We’re mak- ing our first shipment of churns to-day and he’s up to his eyes. Sit down, won’t you? Smoke?” ‘“*You’re Mr. Duley?” queried the finan- cier. ‘I’ve seen you at the house, haven't 1? Friend of my girls.” THE SATURDAY EVENING POST TERMINAL BARBER SHOP IN HOTEL COMMODORE Mennen Shaving Cream is used in all Terminal Shops I have occasionally taken a crack at because they persisted in the barbers unscientific practice of rubbing in lather with fingers. In a way it wasn’t fair becau har 1, caustic soap has to be rubbed in to soften the Le il a even partially. But it never occurred to me that barbers would ever use an expensis Mennen Shaving which costs a quarter of a | preparation like cent more per shave than ordinary ubbing-in soap. Yet the unexpected has happened | ina big way, too. Ever been facially | reconstructed in one of the palatial Perminal Barber Shops in New York? I don’t want to offend other barbers, but as far as I know these are the fin est and cleanest shops in America. Phe photo shows about half their shop in the Hotel Commodore. Others are in Hotel Pennsylvania, Waldorf and |} Equitable Building—ten all told in | New York. | All Terminal Shops now use Men- | nen’s—and don't rub it in. The Terminal President, Joe THe Mennen Company Newark, NJ. USA InaGood Natured Way, Schu er, wrote! ani LDat | xn iths | | | personally with every k wn shav ip—hard, powdered or creamed H icant ¢t u the best of ever thing if it broke hi Mer “ by a mile Then Mr. Schusser trained his bar- bers to keep their fingers out of thi lather, u r a sterilized brush only. To say the ¢ t I i enthusl istic 1s a restrained wa t desc the result And Ter nals have mil li la tra r ilt . her lit { pre nteer Chey shaved over a million men last year. Ig my wor i twalr now t nj] ha I ibout ‘ { plished. It the barbers are con through | lon't se Wwanvmanwh respect h ta can hold it ich longer. Try it thissummer—with | water. The big tube costs so cent It holds so much more cream t!} an ordinary sized tube that itisr ; , economical. I will send a demo tor tube for 15 cent

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when | fina f tehe f , ifayette ’ irne r i el, iim assu i ed yenerou tant | yw of } et, rudd eat Drow m™ i f mental ys fe yur t together, ‘oo long in let a few for the Allied 1! ii od-humored and smiling one smut ’s roll top you to come ‘but we Duley told You've got a lot of money tied up in Lo see it earn a funny one, too, When your mar me I talked churn and ‘hen Eggleston, , but he said who the man was he Huh! I nd hard on Eggy me tired, beatin’ yush, doin’ every urroundin’ what like one of Sort of a now Yet after all it hocus-pocus it’s your money we're g business wit! Now about that yarn of old Si Pills yury He never shot but one bear in his fe—and that one was in a trap. The » man in Ashaluna that’s shot three bears Bears are pesky sly and don’t how themselves Men have hunted a ne open fetime and trapped dozens of*’em and never saw one runnin’. I know a man’ it two thougl Who? I'd like to know him.” Oh, you know him! What I'm too bashful to tell you, Mr. Jor dan. Want to come out in the shop and see spendin’ your money Gost we think we've done pretty well, hipping churns a whole month ahead of when we promised 'em! Means five thou sand dollars for Dule and me right in our own our bonus the next nine months.” how we've beer ? pockets, Second payment on and three more Doesn't that go to the corporatior No, sir. That's our personal bit I turned all the patent rights over to tne company and the contracts with the Burns, Elkman folks, but the bonus is mine, and I’m splittin’ it with Duley because he listened when no one else would. Dabney and Eggleston had the same chance, but they’re a couple of weak sisters. I told 'em both I could easily make you see the merit in my churn.” “Yes,” agreed Jordan, “I think you could. You can also make me see the merit in the way your plant is organized, Dur lap. I don’t know whether you're the man, but it certainly is well planned. Had you ever had any experience?” ‘Oh, before I went to the war I used to work winters in a churn factory up home. Always seemed to me they were mighty slipshod and wasteful. I figured if I ever had anything to do with runnin’ one I'd improve it over that old shop. Now you just look at the way we cut our staves Ain’t that simple? All our machinery is from stock too—and some secondhand. Never had to have a single special machine made. Makes it easy to get parts. “Had a devil of a time with help though Finally decided to give ‘em their regular wages and a little piece o’ the profits be fore the stockholders can have any divi- dends y ou see - For more than an hour Dunlap con- ducted the financier about the factory, exhibiting, explaining, elucidating. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST I've got to get back to my office,” “This is the pleasant- est morning I’ve spent for a long time.” The great man was actually enthusiastic. Deep in his nature he possessed an innate He grasped technical Jordan reluctantly love of mechanics. details instantly. ‘Like you to stay and have a any sty le »} anyone € soggy biscuits L. J. grinned. ‘I should be pleased to have Mr and you dine at my home at the first portunity,” he said. ‘‘At the mome afraid I'll have to be runni utes,” said Jud as they rejoined Duley in the latter’s office you drawn up that minutes of a holders’ meetin’?” certainly have.” et Mr. Jordan read ‘em L. J. scanned the typewritter r lly rapidly. “T ial ‘You subscribe to those sentiments, don’t you?” asked Jud Jordan hesitated. “*T don’t usually go on boards,” your life! at a meeting once in a while any Eggys in this pie you for a director. “If you won't serve we'll put in the girls. We've got to have someone that'll do the way we want ’em to.” You flatter me,” smiled Jordan. rather in the habit of dominating situations in which I take a hand.” “Oh, go ahead and dominate all “If your ideas are better’n ours don’t hesitate to express ‘em. That’s why we want you on want,”’ Jud assured him. board. Eh, Dule?” Duley gurgled something which Dunlap Jordan grunted construed as agreement. a hasty assent “It’s gratifying to be appreciated,” said, and took his departure. * said Jud cordially. ‘“*We don’t put or j Best place round here is a lunch room where a lot of us factory hands Chey kind of sling it at you, but it Anyhow it would suit you all rigl lse that was ever satisfied to be cooked for by Si Pillsbury’s Jim. Of all the ng along.” ‘I guess you'll have to spare five . D ile, nave he said. **T delegate some of my subordinates.” “Like Eggleston or Dabney? Not You own the stock, you come round and give us the benefit of your a vice. "T'won'’t be much trouble to show up We don’t war Duley and I own the majority of stock and we've agreed or May 29,1920 W hen the door had shut behind him Duley said nothing while he lighted a thoughtful cigarette. Then he surveyed his partne who was industriously scrubbing his hana in the washbasin ‘Jud,” he blurted, “‘ you’re the limit!” “How so?” “Do you realize who it is you’ve been ‘I haven't been bullyin’ anyone. I just put a rea onable proposition up to a rea- sonable man and he agreed with me. Gosh, folks make me tired talkin’ about these great mer ! You'd think they were more than humar *‘Now take Jordan. You had me believe he’d come in here a-rampin’ and chargin’ and switchin’ his tail like a lion, lookin’ for whosoever he might devour. Kind of a lamblike old soul, I think. It’s all in how you handle ’em, Dule. You pestered me to death to wash up and leave off my overalls Now wouldn’t that of be’n silly! He knows me ten times better’n he would of if I'd licked my hair and put on one o’ my har monious neckties.” ‘But the way you talked to him—as if you were his boss!” ‘I am in this business, y’bet!”’ ‘And the way you put over that pre- digested stockholders’ meeting. I'd pre pared the minutes, but by George, [ never thought we'd use ’em!” Jud grinned. “No, and as long as you were full o’ doubts you wouldn't have. But say, Dule.”’ Yes?” ‘He never said a darned word about the sluice od ‘He did a lot of thinking though. That old fellow’s a deep one.” “Pretty good old buddy, I calculate!” Eggleston dropped in and found L. J. at his desk. “Thought I’d ask how you got along with the mythical Mr. Dunlap.” ‘Just as I told you,” replied L. J., with the air of one who had spent an afternoon with King George. “‘ He’s not at all hard to handle—if you know how.” a suppose not,” agreed Eggleston hum bly. L. J. was a wonder. ‘And Eggleston.” “Yes?” “*T made him like me. What do you think of that? I made him like me!” TO BE CONTINUED)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING Stenographers and typists know that 3-in-One makes type- writers last longer and do better work. Also restores color to old typewriter ribbons. But do you know that the magic of 3-in-One is just as effective for all computing machines, dictating machines, dating stamps, check protectors, electric fans, squeaking chairs, time clocks, locks, hinges—every light mechanism about the office where one moving metal surface comes in contact with another, and, therefore, needs oil? 3-in-One is all pure oil, light enough to penetrate the tightest bearings, heavy enough to stay in those bearings. 3-in-One has high viscosity so that it lubricates just right, minimizing wear and preventing squeaks. Don’t send out for ‘‘just oil’’. Tell the boy to be sure to say ‘*3-in-One’’. When your desk is ink stained, dusty, bedraggled or when the office furniture needs renovating, have the oftice boy do this: Wring out a cloth in cold water and put a few drops of 3-in- One on the cloth. Rub with the grain of the wood. Cover a small space at a -in-One The Universal Office Oil time. Repeat, wringing out cloth frequently, until entire surtace has been yone Over, ‘| his removes the VTCASE ind grime. Polish with a dry cloth and watch the old original new return. Even surface scratches disappear. 3-in-One is sold at all stores in 1l-oz., 2-0z. and &-oz. bottle and in 3-0z. Handy Oil Cans. FREE Gsenerous sample and Dictionars Send a pe tal for both, or use the oupol THREE-IN-ONE OIL CO., 165 EUG. BROADWAY, NEW Three-in-One Oil Co., 165 EUG. Broadway, New York City. Please send sample of 3-in-One Oil and Dictionary of | Name Street address or R. R City

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST More Heat—Less Care Lge JR Florence Oil Cook Stove is ready for instant use. The Florence burner is the most practical burner made. Raise the chim- ney and touch a lighted match to the asbestos kindler. In a few minutes you get an intense, clean, hot blue flame close under the cooking. Heat is automatically controlled by lever handles. The heat goes into the cooking and not into the kitchen. This means a cool kitchen. The Florence Tank Water Heater supplies hot water for kitchen, laundry and bath. Easy to install wherever there is running water or a water storage tank. The Florence Oil Cook Stove and the Florence Tank Water Heater burn kerosene. They are easy to keep in perfect working order. No valves to leak. No wicks to trim. Sturdy construction insures long service. The Florence Portable Oven is best for oven cookery. It is asbestos lined. It has adjustable racks. Just a glance at its glass- panelled door shows the progress of your baking. The baker’s arch insures perfect heat distribution. Ask your dealer to explain more fully the comforts and economies of a Florence- May 29,1920 ae i at, ; ~ - es 45 58 f na ps : feet Oe Se equipped kitchen. If he does not Florence products write us for the name of the dealer nearest you, and we will send you free the ‘‘ Household Helper,”’ ‘‘ Florence Tank Water Heater,”’ and “‘ Florence Portable Oven”’ booklets. Every Florence product fully guaranteed. CENTRAL OIL & GAS STOVE CoO. 339 School Street, Gardner, Mass. Makers of Florence Oil Cook Stoves (1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 burners), Florence Tank Water Heaters, Florence Portable Baking Ovens, Florence Oil Heaters. Made and sold in Canada by M‘Clary$; London, Canada carry

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 29,1920 Trucks Equipped With Inland Piston Rings Seldom Puff Out Blue Smoke Owners of Inland-equipped trucks have reliable evidence that there is no oil-leak in their engines due to faulty piston rings —because their trucks seldom puff out the grayish-blue smoke that indicates the presence of oil in the firing chamber. To be proof against leakage of oil, piston rings must be without gaps and must fit the cylinder walls snugly, even when the cylinders have been worn “out of round.” These two requirements are the reasons for the spiral cut which is the exclusive feature of Inland Piston Rings. The spiral cut makes the Inland unusually elastic. Its tension holds the Inland together as a one-piece unit and at the same time permits it to uncoil so as to overcome variations in the walls of the cylinder. Unless the cylinders are severely scored, oil cannot work past Inlands into the firing chamber and interfere with com- bustion. This is why your motor truck will rarely leave behind it a trail of grayish-blue smoke if it is equipped with Inland Piston Rings. pew a =e sT inland Machine Works | 1635 Locust St. St. Louis, Mo. | Canadian Offices, Sterling Bank Building, Winnipeg, Canada INLAND

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“Because inside of five minutes you’ll have to make a clear decision whether it’s go or stay.” He picked up the book and opened it curiously. “The Revolt of pretty good. French, her with new interest. “Ta.” ‘What’s your name?’ “Farnam.” “Farnam what?” “Ardita Farnam.” “Well, Ardita, no use standing up there and chewing out the insides of your mouth. You ought to break those nervous habits while you’re young. Come over here and sit down.”’ Ardita took a carved jade case from her pocket, extracted a cigarette and lit it with a conscious coolness, though she knew her hand was trembling a little; then she crossed over with her supple, swinging walk and sitting down in the other settee blew a mouthful of smoke at the awning. “You can’t get me off this yacht, ” she aid steadily; ‘‘and you haven’t got very much sense if you think you'll get far with it. My uncle’ll have wirelesses zigzagging all over this ocean by half past six.” “nm.” She looked quickly at his face, caught anxiety stamped there plainly in the faint- est depression of the mouth’s corners. “It’s all the same to me,” she said, hrugging her shoulders. ‘“’Tisn’t my yacht. don’t mind going for a coupla hours’ cruise. I’ll even lend you that book so you'll have something to read on the rev- enue boat that takes you up to Sing Sing.” He laughed scornfully. ‘If that’s advice you needn’t bother. This is part of a plan arranged before I ever knew this yacht existed. If it hadn’t been it’d have been the next one we the Angels. Sounds eh?” He stared at ‘You French?” this one p assed anchored along the coast.’ ho are you?” de manded Ardita sud- denly. ‘And what are you? ‘You've decided not to go ashore? “‘T never even faintly considered " a ‘‘We're generally known,” he said, “all seven of us, as Curtis Carlyle and his Six Black Buddies, late of the Winter Garden and the Midnight Frolic.’ ' **You’re sin gers s ‘We were until to-day. At present, due to those white bags you see there, we're fugitives from justice, and if the reward offered for our capture hasn't by this time reached twenty thousand dollars I miss my yuess ‘What’s in the bags?” curiously. ‘Well,” hes call it—mud— Fl asked Ardita we'll “for the orida mud,” present Pees Wi HIN ten minutes after Curtis Car- lyle’s interview with a very frightened ngineer the yacht Narcissus was under on steaming po: h through a balmy trop- ical twilight. The little mulatto, Babe, who seemed to have Carlyle’s implicit confi- dence, took full command of the situation. Mr. Farnam’s valet and the chef, the only members of the crew on board except the engineer, having shown fight, were now reconsidering, strapped securely to their bunks below. Trombone Mose, the biggest negro, was set busy with a can of paint obliterating the name Narcissus from the bow and substituting the name Hula Hula, and the others congregated aft and became intently involved in a game of craps. Having given orders for a meal to be prepared and served on deck at seven- thirty Carlyle rejoined Ardita and, sinking back into his settee, half closed his eyes and fell into a state of I rofound abstraction. Ardita scrutinized him carefully—and classed him immediately as a romantic figure, He gave the effect of towering self confidence erected on a slight foundation; just under the surface of each of his deci sions she discerned a hesitancy that was in decided contrast to the arrogant curl of his lips. “He’s not like me,” ‘“‘There’s a difference somewhere. Jeing a supreme egotist Ardita fre- quently thought about herself; never hav- ing had her egotism disputed she did it entirely naturally and with no distraction from her unquestioned charm. Though she was nineteen she gave the effect of a high-spirited precocious child, and in the she thought. ” THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE OFFSHORE PIRATE (Continued from Page 11 present glow of her youth and beauty all the men and women she had known were but driftwood on the ripples of her temper- ament. She had met other egotists; in fact, she found that selfish people bored her rather less than unselfish people— but as yet there had not been one she had not eventually defeated and brought to her feet. But though she recognized an egotist in the settee next to her she felt none of that usual shutting of doors in her mind which meant clearing ship for action; on the con- trary her instinct told her that this man was somehow completely pregnable and quite defenseless. When Ardita defied con- vention—and of late it had been her chief amusement—it was from an intense desire to be herself, and she felt that this man on the contrary was preoccupied with his own defiance She was much more interested in him than she was in her own situation, which affected her as the prospect of a matinée might affect a ten-year-old child. She had implicit confidence in her ability to take care of herself under any and all circumstances. The night deepened. A pale new moon smiled misty-eyed upon the sea, and as the shore faded dimly out and dark clouds were blown like leaves along the far horizon a great haze of moonshine suddenly hed the yacht and spread an avenue of glitter- ing mail in her swift path. From time to time there was the bright flare of a match as one of them lighted a cigarette, but ex- cept for the low undertone of the throbbing engines and the even wash of the waves about the stern the yacht was quiet as a dream boat star-bound through the heavens. Round them flowed the smell of the night sea, bringing with it an infinite languor. Carlyle broke the s “Lucky girl,’’ he sighed, wanted to be rich—and beauty. Ardita yawned. “T'd rather be you,” frankly. ' “You would—for about a day. But you do seem to possess a lot of nerve fora flapper.” “IT wish you wouldn’t call me that **Beg your pardon.” “As to nerve,” she continued slowly, “it’s my one redeeming feature. I'm not afraid of anything in heaven or earth.” “Hm, I am.” “To be afraid,” said Ardita, ‘‘a person has either to be very great and strong— or else a coward, I’m neither.’’ She paused for a moment, and eagerness crept into her tone. “But I want to talk about you. What on earth have you done—and how dit 1 you do it? “Why?” he demanded cyni ically. ing to write a movie about me ‘Go on,” she urged. “Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.” A negro appeared, switched on a string of small lights under the awning and began setting the wicker table for supper. And while they ate cold sliced chicken, salad, artichokes and strawberry jam from the plentiful larder below, Cc arlyle began to talk, hesitatingly at first, but eagerly as he saw slie was interested. Ardita touched her food as she wa young face—handsome, ineffectual. He began life as a town, he said, so poor that only white family in their never remembered any white but there were always a dozen ninnies streaming in his trail, admirers whom he kept ir vividness of his imagination amount of trouble he was always them in and out of. And it seem this association diverted a rather musical gift into a strange channel There had been a colored Belle Pope Calhoun who played the at parties given for white childrer white children that would have pass« tis Carlyle with a sniff. But the little po’ white” used to sit be piano by the hour and try to get in an with one of those kazoos that boys through. Before he was thirteen he wa picking up a living teasing ragtime out of a battered violin in little cafés round Nas! ville. Eight years later the ragtime craze hit the country and he took six darkies on the Orpheum circuit. Five of them were boys he had grown up with; the other was ilence at last. “T’ve buy all always this she said ] “Go- poor kid Hh people WwW the piano che little mulatto, Babe Divine, who was . wharf nigger round New York and long before that a plantation hand in Bermuda, until he stuc k an eight-inch stiletto in his master’s back. Almost before Carlyle rea! ized his good fortune he was on Broadway, with offers of engagements on all sides, and money than he had ever dreamed of, It was about then that a change began in his whole attitude, a rather curious, embit tering change. It was when he real that he was spending the golden years of his life gibbering round a stage with a lot of black men. His act was good of its kind three trombones, three saxophones and Carlyle’s flute—and it was his own peculiar sense of rhythm that made all the differ ence; but he began to grow strangely sen- sitive about it, began to hate the thought of appearing, dreaded it from day to day. They were making money—each tract he signed called for more—but when he went to managers and told them that he wanted to separate from his sextet and go ; a regular pianist they laughed at him and told him he was crazy —it would be an artistic suicide. He used to laugt ward at the phrase “artistic suicide,”’ all used it. Half a dozen times they played at pri dances at three theusand dollars a and if these crystallized al his distaste his mode of livelihood. They took lace in clubs and that he coul ldn't have gone into in the daytime. After all, he was merely playing the réle of the eternal monkey, a sort of sublimated chorus man. He was sick of the very smell of the theater, of powder and rouge and the chatter of the green room and the patroniz- ing approval of the boxes. He gag ro put his heart into it any more. The idea of a slow approach to the luxury of leisure drove him wild. He was, of course, pro gressing toward it but, like a child, eating his ice cream so slowly that he couldn't taste it at all. He wanted to have a lot of money, and time and opportunity to read and play, and the sort of men and women round him that he could never have—the kind wh if they thought of him at all, would have eonsidered him rather contemptible; in ort he wanted all those things which he was beginning to lump under the general head of aristocracy, an aristocracy wl eemed almost ar y money ¢ ould buy ex made as he was making it. Ie five then, without family promise that he would s scareer, He began wildly, : in three weeks he hat every ce ie had saved. Then the war came. He went to Plat and even there his profession fol him. At general called } headquarters and told him he could se the « ter as a band leader spent the war entertaining celebritic hind the line with a headquarters band was not so bad wey te yn whe fantry came limpit ‘from the a them, 7T eemed only more con- ona after They seemed houses or e | 1 or any a busine pecu gadier mupt ountry bet he wal gd to be one } wore yinbols of aristo were f r eluding him, : was private dances After ame back fr the routine s that did om not goir ving it to f+} little O1t up forward cam Iden] singing. The ne hi ad gi weet on the deck and their voi a haunting melody that the ment: ound of grote together together ir in poignant harmonies toward And Ardita listened in enchant es rose oared moon, Oh down Oh down, Vammy wanna take me downa milky way, Oh down Oh down, Pappy say to-morra-a-a-ah! But mammy say to-day, Ye mammy say to-day! a mo- Carlyle sighed and was silent for of ment, looking up at the gathered host stars blinking like are lights in the warm sky. The negroes’ song had died away to a plaintive humming and it minute by minute the brig! great silence were increasing t almost hear the midnight toi of the mer- maids as they combed their silver dripping curls under the moon and gossiped to eac! other of the fine wrecks they lived in on the green opalescent avenues below, ‘You see,” said Carlyle softly, “this is the beauty I want Beauty has got to be astonishing, astounding —it’s got to burst in on you like a dream, like the exquisite eyes of a girl.” He turned to her, but “You don't Ardita?” Agar she bee n sound a seemed tness and the ntil he ould she was 8 lent see, you, Anita—I made no answer sleep for some ime 1 noon of next before them re- THE de nse ur day a spot in the solved casually into a green-and-gray islet, apparently composed of a great granite cliff at its northern end which slanted south through a mile of vivid coppice and grass sandy beach melting lazily the When Ardita, reading in her favorite ame to the last page of The Revolt of he Angels and slamming the book shut looked up and saw it, she gave a little ery of delight and called to Carlyle, who wa standing moodily by the rail “Isthisit? Is this where you're Carlyle shrugged his — scarele “You've got me.”’ He raised his v ind called up to the ac tin g skipper. ‘Oh, Babe, is this your island? The mulatto’s miniati ire head appeared from round the corner of the deckhouse “Yas-suh! Thi ; into going »’ aly yeah's it, Ardita of sporting, doesn’t it “but it doesn’t look a hiding place ad faith in those Carlyle joined ‘Looks sort al: i ,’ she agreed big enougt TT) much of our to be sutting very oolly irt writing dime nist« last night.”’ and ‘I’m very sorr “Oh, you didn't ith ome story uldn't said « well a terminable tiffenes I bore abou were because you coul ladie ed mu He rose angrily. ‘Youhavegotadarr ‘Excuse me,” la ighter, but regale me with the tions —especially deathly plator “Why? TT) you play I'm with? “Ol , they tell me beauty. “What do you t “On, | agree * Does ¢ ery loves you?” Ardita nodded shouldn't qui nan 3 ion ward ar ce pl rase | laughed and very true bad. ‘Did you make t “Yes —or rather | doesn’t mean anything “It's the sort of remark,” he “that’s typical of your clas “Oh,” she interrupted “don’t start that lecture on again! I distrust people at this hour in the morning. It’ form of insanity —a sort of breakfas jag. Morning’s the time to ' be care less as impatiently, aristocracy who can be i eT weep Continued on Page 101

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(Continued from Page 99) Ten minutes later they had swung round n a wide circle as if to approach the island from the north, “There’s a trick somewhere,’”’ com- mented Ardita thoughtfully. ‘He can’t mean just to anchor up against this cliff.’ They were heading straight in now toward the solid rock, which must have been well over a hundred feet tall, and not until they were within fifty yards of it did Ardita see their objective. Then she clapped her hands in delight. There was a break in the cliff entirely hidden by a curious overlapping of rock and through this break the yacht entered and very slowly traversed a narrow channel of crystal-clear water between high gray walls. Then they were riding at anchor in a miniature world of green and gold, a gilded bay smooth as glass and set round with tiny palms, the whole resembling the mirror lakes and twig trees that children set up in sand piles. “Not so darned bad!” cried Carlyle ex- citedly. “I guess that little coon knows his way round this corner of the Atlantic.”’ His exuberance was contagious and Ar- dita became quite jubilant. “Tt’s an absolutely sure-fire place!” “Lordy, yes read about.” The rowboat was lowered into the golden lake and they pulled ashore. “Come on,” said Carlyle as they landed in the slushy sand; ‘‘we’ll go exploring.” The fringe of palms was in turn ringed in by around mile of flat sandy country. They followed it south and, brushing through a farther rim of tropical vegetation, came out on a pearl-gray virgin beach where Ardita kicked off her brown golf shoes—she seemed tohave permanently abandoned stockings and went wading. Then they sauntered back to the yacht, where the indefatigable Babe had luncheon ready for them. He had posted a lookout on the high cliff to the north to watch the sea on both sides, though he doubted if the entrance to the cliff was generally known—he had never seen a map on which the island was even marked. “What's its name,” asked Ardita- island, I mean?” “No name ’tall,” chuckled “‘Reckin she jus’ island, ’at’s all.’”’ Ardita thought for a moment. “T’ll name it,’’ she said, “It'll be the Isle of Ilusion.”’ “Or of Disillusion,’”? murmured Carlyle. * Disillusion, if more people know about it than Babe seems to think.” In the late afternoon they sat with their backs against great bowlders on the highest part of the cliff and Carlyle sketched for her his vague plans. He was sure they were hot after him by this time. The total proceeds of the coup he had pulled off, and concern- ing which he still refused to enlighten her, he estimated as just under a million dollars. He counted on lying up here several weeks and then setting off southward, keeping well outside the usual channels of travel, rounding the Horn and heading for Callao, in Peru. The details of coaling and pro- isioning he was leaving entirely to Babe, who, it seemed, had sailed these seas in every capacity from cabin boy aboard a coffee trader to virtual first mate on a Brazilian pirate craft, whose skipper had long since hung. “Tf he’d been white he’d have been king of South America long ago,” said Carlyle “When it comes to intel- ligence he Sooker 7. Washington look like a moron. He's got the guile of every race and nationality whose blood is n his veins, and that’s half a dozen or I’m a liar. He worships me because I’m the only man in the world who can play better ragtime than he We used to sit to- yether on the wharves down on the New York water front, he with a bassoon and I with an oboe, and we'd blend minor keys in African harmonics a thousand years old until the rats would crawl up the posts and sit round groaning and squeaking like dogs will in front of a phonograph.” Ardita roared * How you can tell Carlyle grinned. “T swear that’s the gos “‘What you going to do when you get to Callao?” she interrupted. “Take ship for India. I want to be arajah. Imeanit. My idea is to go up into Afghanistan somewhere, buy up a palace and a reputation, and then after about five years appear in England with a foreign hiding ! It’s the sort of island you “the Babe. beer emphatically. makes can, em!” ” THE SATURDAY accent and a mysterious past. But India first. Do you know, they say that all the gold in the world drifts very gradually back to India! Something fascinating about that to me. And I want leisure to read an immense amount.” **How about after that?” “Then,” he answered defiantly, aristocracy. Laugh if you want to— but at least you'll have to admit that I know what I want—which I imagine is than you do.”’ ““On the contrary,” contradicted Ardita, reaching in her pocket for her cigarette case, “‘when I met you I was in the midst of a great uproar of all my friends and relatives because I did know what I wanted.” ‘*What was it?”’ **A man.” He started. “You mean you were engaged?” “After a fashion. If you hadn’t come aboard I had every intention of slipping ashore yesterday evening — how long ago it seems—and meeting him in Palm Beach. He’s waiting there for me with a bracelet that once belonged to Catharine of Russia. Now don’t mutter anything about aristoc- racy,”’ she put in quickly. ‘I liked him simply because he had an imagination and the utter courage of his convictions.” “But your family disapproved, eh?” “What there is of it and a sillier aunt. It seems he got into some scandal with a red-haired woman named Mimi something—it was frightfully exaggerated, he said, and men don’t lie to me-—and anyway I didn’t care what he'd done; it was the future that counted. And I’d see to that. When a man’s in love with me he doesn’t care for other amusements. I told him to drop her like a hot cake, and he did.” “T feel rather jealous,” frowning—and then he laughed, ‘I guess I'll just keep you along with us until we get to Callao. Then I'll lend you enough money to get back to the States. By that time you'll have had a chance to think that gentleman over a little more.”’ “Don’t talk to me like that!” fired up Ardita. ‘I won’t tolerate the parental at- titude from anybody! Do you under- stand me?” He chuckled and then stopped, rather abashed, as her cold anger seemed to fold him about and chill him. “I’m sorry,” he offered uncertainly. “Oh, don't apologize! I can’t stand men who say ‘I’msorry’ in that manly, reserved tone, ag ““ more Just shut up! A pause ensued, a pause which Carlyle found rather awkward, but which Ardita seemed not to notice at all as she sat con- tentedly enjoying her cigarette and gazing out at the shining sea. After a minute she crawled out on the rock and lay with her face over the edge, looking down, Carlyle, watching her, reflected how it seemed im- possible for her to assume an ungraceful attitude. ““Oh, look!” she cried, ‘‘ There's a lot sert of ledges down there, Wide one different heights.’ He joined her and together they down the dizzy | , “We'll go swimming to-1 ight!’’ she excitedly. ‘By = “Wouldn't 3 on the other end?” “Not a chance. I like to dive. You can use my uncle’s bathing suit, only it'll fit you like a gunny sack, because he’s a very flabby mar I've got a affair that’s shocked the 1 i my Atlantic coast from Biddeford Pool to St. Augustine.” ‘T suppose you're a sharl “Yes, I'm pretty good. At too. A sculptor last calves were worth five hundred « There didn’t seem to be an this, so Carlyle was silent, pert self only a discreet interior sm gazed eight I aid moonlight yu rathe rgoin at the beach one-piece 1 ] itive ill ak the ummet! a) le Vv HEN the night crept down in shad owy blue and silver they threaded the shimmering channel in the ind tying it to a jutting rock began climbing the cliff together. The fir helf was ten feet up, wide and furnishing a natural div- ing platform. There they sat down in the bright moonlight and watched the faint incessant surge of the waters, almost stilled now as the tide set seaward. **Are you happy?” he asked She nodded. “Always happy nearthesea. 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NEW FORE t D 6265 F St WASHINGTON 801 Tower Building, CHICAGO, ILI INOIS H art Bulldi SAN FRANCISCO CALIF THE SATURDAY } na ind I are ewhat alike We're oth rebe mly for different reasor One year ago, when | was just eighteen, ind uu were lwenty-five ve Ne ere bo convent l i t es | Wa al ulle ae tat ( te and i were a ospe isn A pr t comm oned in the army leman by act of Congress,”’ he put ‘Well, at any rate, we both fitted. If our corners were not rubbed off they were at least pulled ir But deep in us both wa omething that made us require more for happines I didn’t know what I wanted I went from man to man, restless, impatient, month by month getting less ac quiescent ind more dissatisfied. ] used to sit some times chewing at the insides of my mout} ind thinking I was going crazy—I had a frightful sense of transiency. I wanted things now-—-now—now! Here I wa beautiful I am, aren’t 1?” ‘Yes,”’ agreed Carlyle tentatively. Ardita rose sudder " ‘Wait a second I want to try thi delightful-looking sea.”’ She walked to the end of the ledge and hot out over the water, doubling up in midair and then straightening out and ente g the water straight as a blade a perfect jackknife dive, In a minute her voice floated up to him. ‘You see, I used to read all day and most of the night I began to resent society a ‘Come on up here,” he interrupted What on earth are you doing?” ‘Just floating round on my back. I'll be Let me te » Vou, The only thing I enjoyed was shoc! ing pe pple wear ing something quite impossible and quite charming to faney-dress parties, going round with the fastest men in New York and getting into some of the most hellish rapes imaginable.” The sounds of splashing mingled with her words, and then he heard her hurried breat! ing as she began climbing up the side to the ledee “Go on in!” she called. Obediently he rose and dived. When he emerged, dripping, ana made the climb ; e found that she was no longer on the ledge, but after a frightened second he heard her light laughter from another shelf ten feet up There he joined her and they both sat quietly for a moment, their arms clasped round their knees, panting a little from the climb ‘The family were wild,” she said sud- denly. ‘They tried to marry me off, And then when I'd begun to feel that after life was searcely worth a I found omething’’— her eyes went skyward ex ultantly ‘I found something!” Carlyle waited and her words came with a rush “Courage just that; courage as a rule of life and something to cling to always began to build up this enormous faith in myself. I began to see that in all my idol in the past some manifestation of courage had unconsciously been the thing that at tracted me I began separating couragé from the other things of life All sorts of courage—the beaten, bloody prize fighter coming up for more—I used to make men take me to prize fights; the déclassé woman sailing through a nest of cats and looking at them as if they were mud under her feet; the liking what you like always; the utter disregard for other p ! ions— just to live as I liked always and to die in my own way. Did you bri up In a minute g up the ~~ ye He handed one over and held a match for her silently Still,”” Ardita continued, “‘the mer kept gathering old men and young men, m) mental and physical inferiors, most of ther but all intensely desiring to have me~ to n this rather magnificent proud traditior I'd built up round me. Do you se ‘Sort of You never were beaten and ou never apologized.”’ Never! She rang to the edge, pol ed oe a me ean ie a crucified figure against t} ky; then describing a dark parabola plunked without a splash between two silver ripple twenty feet below Her voice floated up to him again. ‘And courage to me meant plowing through that dull gray mist that comes down on life—not only overriding people and circumstances but overriding the bleak ness of living. A sort of insistence on the value of life and the worth of transient things.” EVENING POST ne was mbing up now, and it her last words her head, with the damp yellow hair licked symmetrically back, appeared on ‘All very well,” objected ( arlyle “You your courage 1s illy bu | i pride of birth. You were bred to that defiant attitude. On my gray days even courage is one of the things tha ra less.”” She was sittir » edge, hugging her knees and g ractedly at the vhite moon; he was farther back, crammed like a grotesque god into a niche in the feel that till it doe hut and my chin not necessarily ar heen through hell oft en and the fe the male jut upposing uggested Carlyle, that before joy and hope and all that came back the curtain was drawn on you for good Ardita rose going to the wall climbed with some ditliculty to the next ledge, an- oth er ten or fifteer f ert above won till he could see her ‘Better not dive from there! You'll break your back,”’ he said quickly. She lat ighed ‘Not I!” Slowly she spread her arms and stood th ere swanlike, radiating a pride in the oung life within her that lit a warm glow in Carlyle’s heart. g through the blac k air with our arm »”’ she — ‘and our feet traight out behind like a dolphin’s tail, and we're going to think we'll never hit the ilver down there till suddenly it'll be all warm round us and full of little kissing, caressing waves.”’ Then she was in the air and Carlyle in- voluntarily held his breath. He had not realized that the dive was nearly forty feet. It seemed an ete rnity before he heard the wift compact sound as she reached the sea. And it was with his glad sigh of relief when her light watery laughter curled up the side of the cliff and into his anxious ears that he knew he loved her. vi bpd laving no ax to grind, showered lown upon them three days of after- noons. When the sun cleared the porthole of Ardita’s cabin an hour after dawn she rose cheerily, donned her bathing suit and went up on deck, The negroes would leave their work when they saw her, and crowd, chuckling and chattering, to the rail as she floated, an agile minnow, on and under the urface of the clear water. Again in the cool of the afternoon she would swim— and loll and smoke with Carlyle upon the cliff; or else they would lie on their sides in the inds of the southern beach, talkir v little, but watching the day fade colorfully and tragically into the infinite languor of a tropical evening. And with the long sunny hours Ardita’s idea of the episode as incidental, madcap, a sprig of romance in a desert of reality, gradually left her. She dreaded the time when he would strike off southward; she dreaded all the eventualities that presented themselves to her; thoughts were suddenly troublesome and decisions odious Had prayers found place in the 7 ls of her soul she would have ask } to be unmolested for a while, lazily acquies- cent to the ready, untutored flow of Car lyle’s ideas, his vivid boyish imagination and the vein of monomania that seemed to run crosswise through his te emp rament and colored his eve ry action But this is not a story of two on an island nor concerne d prim olation, It is mer two personalities, and its idyllic setting among the palms of the Gulf Stream is quite incidental. Most of us are content to exist and breed, and fight for the right to do both, and the dominant idea, the fore- doomed attempt to control one’s dectiny, is reserved for the fortunate or unfortunate few. To me the interesting thing about Ardita is the courage that will tarnish with her beauty and youth. “Take me with you,” said Ardita late one night as they sat lazily in the grass rily with love bred of ly the presentation of May 29,1920 under the shadowy spreading palms. The negroes had brought ashore their instru- ments and the sound of weird ragtime was drifting over softly on the warm breath of the night. ‘I'd love to reappear in ten years as a fabulously wealthy high-caste Indian lady,”’ she continued. Carlyle looked at her quickly. ‘You can, you know.” She laughed. ‘Is it a proposal of marriage? Extra! Ardita Farnam becomes pirate’s bride Society girl kidnaped by ragtime ban! robber.”’ “Tt wasn’t a bank **What was it? Why won't you tell me “I don’t want to break down your illu- sion 2” “*My dear man, I have no illusions about you.” ‘I mean your illusions about yourself.” She looked up in surprise ‘About myself! What on earth have I got to do with whatever stray felonies you've committed?” “That remains to be seen. She reached over and patted his hand. “Dear Mr. Curtis Carlyle,” she said softly, ‘‘are you in love with me?” ‘As if it mattered.” “But it does—because I think I’m in love with you.” He looked at her ironically, ‘Thus swelling your January total to half a dozen,” he suggested. ‘Suppose I call your bluff and ask you to come to India with me?” “*Shall I?” He shrugged his shoulders. ‘We can get married in Callao.’ ‘What sort of life can you offer me? I don’t mean that unkindly, but seriously; what would become of me if the people who want that twenty-thous: and- dollar re- ward ever catch up with you? ‘I thought you weren’t afraid.” ‘I never am—but I won’t throw my life away just to show one man I’m not.” ‘I wish you’d been poor. Just a little poor girl dreaming over a fence in a warm cow country.” ‘Wouldn't it have been nice?” “I'd have enjoyed astonishing you watching your eyes open on things. If you only wanted things! Don’t you see?” “IT know—like girls who stare into the windows of jewelry stores.” ““Yes—and want the big oblong watch that’s platinum and has diamonds all round the edge. Only you'd decide it was too expensive and choose one of white gold for a hundred dollars. Then I’d say, ‘ Ex- pensive? I should say not!’ And we'd go into the store and pretty soon the pl: itinum one would be gleaming on your wrist. “That sounds so nice and vulgar—and fun, doesn’t it?”’ murmured Ardita. ‘Doesn't it? Can't you see us traveling round and spending money right and left and being worshiped by bell boys and wait- ers? Oh, blessed are the simple rich, for they inherit the earth!” ‘I honestly wish we were that way. I love you, Ardit i,” he said gently. Her face lost its childish look for a mo- ment and became oddly grave. ‘I love to be with you,” she said, “more than with any man I've ever met. And [ like your looks and your dark old hair and the way you go over the side of the rail when we come ashore. In fact, Curtis Carlyle, I like all the things you do when you're perfectly natural. I think you've got nerve , and you know how I feel about that. Sometimes when you're round I’ve been te mpte «d to kiss you suddenly and tell you that you were just an idealistic boy with a lot of caste nonsense in his head. Perhaps if I were just a littie bit older and a little more bored I'd go with you. As it is, I think I'll go back and marry—that other man.” Over across the silver lake the figures of the negroes writhed and squirmed in the moon! ligh t, like acrobats who, having been too long inactive, must go through their tricks from sheer surplus energy. In single file they marched, ‘aving in concentric circles, now with the ‘ir heads thrown back, now bent over their instruments like piping fauns. And from trombone and saxophone ceaselessly whined a blended melody, some- times riotous and jubilant, sometimes haunt- ing and plaintive as a death dance from the Congo’s heart. ‘Let’s dance!” cried Ardita. ‘‘I can’t sit still with that perfect jazz going on.” Taking her hand, he led her out into a broad stretch of hard sandy soil that the Continued on Page 106) ” — oo LE TE

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EVENING POST (Continued from Page 102) moon flooded with great splendor. They floated out like drifting moths under the rich hazy light, and as the fantastic sym- phony wept and exulted and wavered and despaired Ardita’s last sense of reality dropped away and she abandoned her imagination to the dreamy summer scents of tropical flowers and the infinite starry | spaces overhead, feeling that if she opened her eyes it would be to find herself dancing | with a ghost in a land created by her own fancy. “This is what I should call an exclusive he whispered. “T feel quite mad — but delightfully ““We’re enchanted. The shades of un- numbered generations of cannibals are watching us from high up on the side of the cliff there.”’ “And I'll bet the cannibal women are saying that we dance too close and that it | was immodest of me to come without my nose ring.” They both laughed softhy—and then their | laughter died as over across the lake they heard the trombones stop in the middle of | a bar and the saxophones give a startled moan and fade out. “‘What’s the matter?” called Carlyle. After a moment’s silence they made out he dark figure of a man rounding the silver lake atarun. As he came closer they saw it was Babe in a state of unusual excite- ment. He drew up before them and gasped out his news in a breath. “Ship stan’in’ off sho’ bout half a mile, suh. Mose, he uz on watch, he say look’s | if she’s done ancho’d.” ‘A ship—what kind of a ship?” de- } manded Carlyle anxiously. Dismay was in his voice and Ardita’s heart gave a sudden wrench as she saw his whole face suddenly droop. “*He say he don’t know, suh,”’ “Are they landing a boat?” “No, suh.” “We'll go up,” said Carlyle. They ascended the hill in silence, Ar- dita’s hand still resting in Carlyle’s as it had when they finished dancing. She felt it clench nervously from time to time as though he were unaware of the contact, but | though he hurt her she made no attempt to remove it. It seemed an hour’s climb before they reached the top and crept autiously across the silhouetted plateau to the edge of the cliff. After one short look Carlyle involuntarily gave a little ery. It was a revenue boat with six-inch guns mounted fore and aft. “They know!” he said with a short in- take of breath. ‘‘They know! They picked up the trail somewhere.” “Are you sure they know about the channel? They may be only standing by | to take a look at the island in the morning. From where they are they couldn't see the | opening in the cliff.” “They could with field glasses,” he said hopelessly. He looked at his wrist watch. ‘It’s nearly two now. They won’t do any- thing until dawn, that’s certain. Of course there’s always the faint possibility that they’re waiting for some other ship to join; or for a coaler,.”’ “7 suppose we may as well stay right here.’ The hours passed and they lay there side by side, very silently, their chins in their hands like dreaming children. In back of them squatted the negroes, patient, re- signed, acquiescent, announcing now and then with sonorous snores that not even the presence of danger could subdue their un- conquerable African craving for sleep, Just before five o’clock Babe approached Carlyle, There were half a dozen rifles aboard the Narcissus, he said. Had it been decided to offer no resistance? A pretty good fight might be made, he thought, if they worked out some plan. Carlyle laughed and shook his head. ‘That isn’t a Spic army out there, Babe. That’s a revenue boat. It’d be like a bow and arrow trying to fight a machine gun. If you want to bury those bags somewhere and take a chance on recovering them later go on do it. But it won’t work—they’ d dig this island over from one end to another, It's a lost battle all round, Babe.” Babe inclined his head silently and turned away, and Carlyle’s voice was husky as he turned to Ardita. “There’s the best friend I ever had. He'd die for me, and be proud to, if I’d let him.” “You've given up?” May 29,1920 “T’ve no choice. Of course there’s al- ways one way out—the sure way—but that can wait. I wouldn’t miss my trial for any- thing—it’ll be an interesting experiment in notoriety. ‘Miss Farnam testifies that the pirate’s attitude to her was at all times that of a gentleman.’ “Don’t!” she said. ‘‘I’m awfully sorry.” When the color faded from the sky and lusterless blue changed to leaden gray a commotion was visible on the ship’s deck and they made out a group of officers clad in white duck, gathered near the rail, They had field glasses in their hands and were attentively examining the islet. “Tt’s all up,” said Carlyle grimly. “Damn!” whispered Ardita. She felt tears gathering in her eyes. “We'll go back to the yacht,” he said. “‘T prefer that to being hunted out up here like a ’possum.” Leaving the plateau they descended the hill, and reaching the lake were rowed out to the yacht by the silent negroes. Then, pale and weary, they sank into the settees and waited. Half an hour later in the dim gray light the nose of the revenue boat appeared in the channel and stopped, evidently fearing that the bay might be too shallow. From the peaceful look of the yacht, the man and the girl in the settees and the negroes lounging curiously against the rail, they evidently judged that there would be no resistance. Two boats were lowered casually over the side, one containing an officer and six bluejackets, and the other, four rowers and in the stern two gray-haired men in yachting flannels. Ardita and Carlyle stood up and half unconsciously started toward each other. Then he paused and putting his hand suddenly into his pocket he pulled out a round glittering object and held it out to her. “‘What is it?”’ she asked wonderingly. “T’m not positive, but I think from the Russian inscription inside that it’s your promised brace let. “Where— where on earth —— “It came out of one of those bags. You see, Curtis Carlyle and his Six Black Bud- dies, in the middle of their performance in the tea room of the hotel at Palm Beach, suddenly changed their instruments for automatics and held up the crowd. I took this bracelet from a pretty overrouged woman with red hair.” Ardita frowned and then smiled. “*So that’s what you did! You have got nerve!” He bowed. ‘‘A well-known bourgeois quality,” he said. And then dawn slanted dynamically across the deck and flung the shadows reel- ing into gray corners. The dew rose and turned to golden mist, thin as a dream, enveloping them until they seemed gos- samer ‘relics of the late night, infinitely transient and already fading. For a mo- ment sea and sky were breathless and dawn held a pink hand over the young mouth of life—then from out in the lake came the complaint of a rowboat and the swish of oars. Suddenly against the golden furnace low in the east their two graceful figures melted into one and he was kissing her spoiled young mouth. “It’s a sort of glory,” a second, She smiled up at him, “‘Happy, are you?”’ Her sigh was a benediction—an ecstatic surety that she was youth and beauty now as much as she would ever know. For another instant life was radiant and time a phantom and their strength eternal then there was a bumping, scraping sound as the rowboat scraped alongside, Up the ladder scrambled the two gray- haired men, the officer and two of the sailors with their hands on their revolvers. Mr. Farnam folded his arms and stood looking at his niece. “*So,”” he said, nodding his head slowly. With a sigh her arms unwound from C lyle’s neck, and her eyes, transfigured ond far away, fell upon the boarding party. Her uncle saw her upper lip slowly swell into that arrogant pout he knew so well. ““So,” he repeated savagely. ‘‘So this is your idea of—of romance. A runaway af- fair, with a—a high-seas pirate.” Ardita considered him care lessly, “‘What an old fool you are!” she said quietly. “Is that the best you can say for your- self?” (Conctuded on Page 109) he murmured after

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Concluded from Page 106) “No,” she said as if considering. ‘‘No, there’s something else. There’s that well- known phrase with which I have ended most of our conversations for the past few years—‘Shut up!’” And with that she turned, included the two old men, the officer and the two sailors in a curt glance of contempt, and walked proudly down the companionway. But had she waited an instant longer she would have heard a sound from her uncle quite unfamiliar in most of their interviews. Her uncle gave vent to a wholehearted amused chuckle, in which the second old man joined, The latter turned briskly to Carlyle, who had been regarding this scene with an air of cryptic amusement. “Well, Toby,” he said genially, “‘you incurable, harebrained, romantic chaser of rainbows, did you find that she was the person you wanted?” Carlyle smiled confidently. ‘““Why—naturally,” he said. ‘I’ve been perfectly sure ever since I first heard tell of her wild career. That’s why I had Babe send up the rocket last night.”’ “I’m glad you did,’’ said Colonel More- land gravely. ‘‘ We've been keeping pretty close to you in case you should have trouble with those six strange niggers. And we hoped we'd find you two in some such com- promising position,”’ he sighed. ‘‘ Well, set a crank to catch a crank!” “Your father and I sat up all night hop- ing for the best or perhaps it’s the worst. Lord knows you're welcome to her, my boy. She’s run me crazy. Did you give her the Russian bracelet my detective got from that Mimi woman?” Carlyle nodded. “Sh!” hesaid. ‘‘She’s coming on deck.’ Ardita appeared at the head of the com- panionway and gave a quick involuntary wrists. A puzzled lool Back aft the negroes glance at ( ‘arly le’s came over her face THE SATURDAY EVENING POST had begun to sing, and the cool lake, fresh with dawn, echoed serenely to their low voices. “‘ Ardita,” said Carlyle unsteadily. She swayed a step toward him. “*Ardita,” he repeated breathlessly, “I’ve got to tell you the—the truth. It was all a plant, Ardita. My name isn’t Carlyle. It’s Moreland, Toby Moreland, The story was invented, Ardita, invented out of thin Florida air.” She stared at him, bewildered amaze- ment, disbelief and anger flowing in quick waves across her face. The three men held their breaths. Moreland, Senior, took a step toward her; Mr. Farnam’s mouth dropped a little open as he waited, panic-stricken, for the expected crash. But it did not come. Ardita’s face be- came suddenly radiant, and with a little laugh she went swiftly to young Moreland and looked up at him without a trace of wrath in her gray eyes. “Will you swear,” she said quietly, “that it was entirely a product of your own brain?” “‘T swear,”’ said young Moreland eagerly. She drew his head down and kissed him gently. “*What an imagination!” she said softly and almost enviously. ‘I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.” The negroes’ voices floated drowsily back, mingled in an air that she had heard them sing before: Time is a thief; Gladness and grief Cling to the leaf As it yellows “What she asked softly. “Florida mud,” he answered. ‘‘That was one of the two true things I told you.” And Ardita being a girl of some perspi- cacity had no difficulty in guessing the other. was in the bags?” SCHOOL -TEACHERS \ HEN men wore whiskers and girls wore red-flannel petticoats and boys wore copper-toed the business of teaching a rural school was listed as one of the hazardous occupations, and one who applied for a position was not questioned closely concerning his intellectual attain- ments if his breadth of shoulder gave promise of ability to maintain order in the schoolroom. The teacher earned a little more than the plow hand, and his board was part of his pay. In later years, when schoolboys had grown tamer, girl pedagogues appeared. For the most part the girls became teachers because their earnings were needed at home. If there were several girls in the family and the head of the house decreed that one should become a teacher the lot usually fell to the one least beautiful, the assumption being that she had less reason- able hope of catching a husband. If homely girls develop more brains than pretty girls it is heeause they have need of more. Girl pedagogues were considered de sir- able because they lived at home and were thus enabled to work for a smaller salary than men demanded. Then, as now, citi- zens made fine talk concerning the benefit ff education and whined about the taxes levied for educational purposes. Teaching was not a profession. Men without capital taught school until some- thing better should offer, and girls taught while waiting for a man. Their social standing was near that of the preacher. Like the preacher they were respected for their knowledge and despised for their poverty, and those who furnished their support purchased the right to hold them in mild contempt. It is not surprising that pedagogy progressed but slowly to the dignity of a profession. shoes, A profession it is to-day. Reputable schools teach the art of teaching as others teach medicine and the law. One who would teach must know his trade. And as we demand more of our teachers so do we respect them more. Indeed, in most com- munities the pedagogue is a superior per- son, deferred to and consulted in many matters not rightly pertaining to his craft. He holds the respect he deserves, but he does not receive the pay he deserves. Busi- ness men gauge the value of an employee by his ability to make a profit for his em- ployer. The profit made by the pedagogue for his employers is an indefinite one, not readily comprehended, and since it cannot be counted in dollars and cents must be accepted on faith. As an incentive to con- tinued investment, faith is less effective than the sight of immediate profits in cash. The pedagogue has devoted years to the task of learning his trade, but he will not always pay the price of poverty for the privilege of doing his work. The ever- widening gulf between his earnings and the earnings of those whose sole stock in trade is brawn will in time persuade him to venture into a new field and the schools will come upon an evil day We prate of our civilization, and mouth pretty phrases concerning the blessings of education; but we do not show our faith by our works. If we valued education as we profess to value it, brains would have a reasonable cash value in the schoolroom as they have in commerce and industry, and college-bred experts would not be held down to a wage that is demanded and re- ceived by apprentices in other trades It will always be possible to hire teachers at the price now paid; it will not long be possible to hold competent teachers at that price, Why You Will Like It 300 Candle Power of Brilliant Pure White Light No Glare No Flicker— No Eye-Strain More light oil lamps. than 20 old style Just the thing for reading studying, sewing, fancywork, at the piano, or for just ‘visiting. 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hro the 1 counetl in American Nat om of U Rusins, and toward t! ( f Jul ty-three member } prepare ito Pre dema twer d a memorandum to be ident Wilsor rh led complete independ- autonomy, for Rusinia this memorandum, the did nothing for nearly months. But at the end of that time held another meeting and elected as entative a young man named Greg ory Satkovich. By so doing they injected upward of seven quarts of jazz into the movement for Rusin independence, and the move- mentimmediately attained such impetus that almost nobody who originally laid hands on it has since been able to let go of it Gregory Satkovich is a Pitts- burgh lawyer. He was born in Holubina, Rusinia,in 1886. His father was a notary and the head man of a small district The elder Satkovich was very pro-Russian in his beliefs, and since Rusinia was a part of Hungary the Hungarians could see very little advantage in his pro-Russian views. Conse- quently they made things un- pleasant for him, and he promptly packed up and emi- grated to America. That was in 1890. In 1891 he sent back to Rusinia for his wife and the six children, and the whole Satkovich family moved to America. The elder Satkovich edited a Rusin newspaper in Homestead, Pennsylvania, for twenty-five years. The chil- dren received good schooling Gregory, who was next to the youngest, went to the De Witt Clinton High School in New York, and then to Duquesne University, where he received an A. B. degree in 1907. In 1910 he was graduated from the University of Pennsylvania Law School. He was admitted - to the Pennsylvania bar the * same year, and practiced od ~ steadily until he got tangled up with the movement for Rusin independence in October, 1918 Prior to Oetober, 1918, Satkovich was con- cerned only with such things as the independence of the Satkovich family, the batting average of Honus Wagner and the annoying rise in the price of lamb chops. But with his election to the American National Council of Uhro-Rusins his mind was promptly filled with plans for a free Rusinia. He was a solid Americen citizen Rusinia was only a name to him, for he had left the country when he was five years old. He didn't know what the Rusins in Rusinia wanted, or why Rusinia should be free, but he was a young American and an energetic Amer ican, and he had been elected to an organi zation that was trying to get freedom for Rusinia. So he threw up his law practice and sailed into the job of obtaining Rusin independence met and ente memo dun ence, or at least prepared eouncilors H iving Rusin three they repres repre ( iregory A Chat With Mr. Satkovich He translated the memorandum of the national council into English, gathered a few prominent Rusins and rushed to Wash- ington. He saw McAdoo. He saw his congressman. And on October twenty- first he saw President Wilson in the Blue Room “*Dog-gone!" said Mr. Satkovich remi- niscently, as we sat together over a pitcher of beer in the capital of Czechoslovakia *Dog-gone! I remember it yet! I was spokesman. I slipped him the memoran- dum He tock to it very kindly and promised to help us. He said we couldn't be independent, but he promis sed to help us get our autonomy Dog gone The Rusins of America then asked Presi- dent Wilson for help, and President Wilson promised to assist Rusinia in becoming autonomous. President Wilson also thought it would be expedient for the Rusins to seek membership in the Mid-European Union—a of Hungary. Pure Hungarian for a Thousand Years. Were Crowned There. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST HANDING IT BACK Continued from Page 9 union of eleven small nationalities of Middle Europe who were banded together in Amer- ica for the purpose of cementing the moral and material forces of small oppressed nationalities against the enemies of the entente. The president of this Mid- European Union was Thomas G. Masaryk, who is now president of Czechoslovakia. So the Rusins sought membership in this union, and requested recognition of Rusi- nia as a separate nationality. All this was graciously granted by the Mid-European Union on October 23, 1918. —— PRE SHOUE a LTRASBOL lt ten PA At Crgnr ») a cil 4 whe) One of the Hungarian Posters Protesting Against the Partition Presburg, the Old Hungarian Pozsony, Has Been The Hungarian Kings It Now Betongs to Czechostovakia and is Known as Bratistava In November the Rusins in America decided that Rusinia should line up with Czechoslovakia as an autonomous state A plebiscite of Rusins in America was held, and showed that sixty-six per cent were in favor of joining the Czechs, twenty per cent were in favor of joining the Ruthenians, and that the rest favored being just plain independent. And all the while the Rusins in Rusinia were plodding along in the same old way—just Rusing along, so to speak. In February, 1919, Mr. Satkovich, ac- companied by one other Rusin-Armerican, arrived in Paris and submitted the results of the plebiscite to that august body, the peace conference. The august body ac- cepted the plebiscite, and as a _ result Rusinia became an autonomous state under Czechoslovakia. When President Satkovich told me the story of Rusinia’s rise he didn’t refer to the peace conference as an august body. His opinion of the peace conference for accept- ing the plebiscite was not high. “What,” I asked President Satkovich, “did the men in Paris know about Rusinia or about the merits of, Rusinia’s claims?” ‘Not a thing,” said President Satkovich. So Rusinia became an autonomous state under Czechoslovakia, and Mr. Satkovich went down to Uzhorod, the capital of Rusinia, to break the glad news to the native Rusins He had his troubles traveling through Czechoslovakia, as almost everyone does. The Czechs don’t make it easy for travelers even now. When Mr. Satkovich was doing his traveling the Hungarians in Slovakia were celebrating a national holiday and were on the verge of rebelling against the Czech soldiers who were scattered pro- miscuously over the countryside. The Czech soldiers were consequently not only on the qui vive, but were jumping nerv- ously up and down on it. Once when the Satkovich automobile didn’t stop quickly enough they shot his rear tires full of holes. “Boy, oh, boy,” said President Satko- vich in describing the incident, “‘I certainly thought they had me dead!” But they didn’t. He reached the capital of Rusinia at night. It was dark and lone- some. He climbed up the hill to the castle, which was built some 700 years ago and is still habitable. His cousin lived in it, being connected with the seminary which now occupies it. His cousin didn’t know him. So he introduced himself and announced that he had come to tell the Rusins that they were free. His cousin was unimpressed. It was a depress- ing evening. In the morning when Mr. Satkovich rose and looked out of the window of his medieval bedchamber he looked down on the Ung River, stretching straight down the valley from the castle. It wasalovely view, “ong it was somewhat impaired by the fact that the Hungarian Bolsheviks were in the valley, and that the Czechs were hold- ing one side of the river while the Bolsheviks held the other. The lines were being held by agreement, and there was no fighting. But every little while one of the Czechs in an out- burst of national enthusiasm would empty his rifle, and the bullet would usually hit the castle. So Mr. Satkovich left the castle and went down into the town and informed the Rusins that they were free. They were pleased with the news, but they doubted it. Eventually they believed. The work of their American brothers was highly com- mended. Mr. Satkovich was made president of the Director- ate of Rusinia. President Satkovich is paid 5000 Czechoslovak crowns a month, and that amount when I met him in February, 1920, was equal to about sixty-five Americ an dollars. ‘I have to dig into: my own pocket every month,” he said sadly. “If I hadn't salted away some coin before I came over here the coun- try would have gone bankrupt long ago.” Since the population of Rusinia is more than eighty per cent illiterate, the ordi- nary type of election ballot can’t be used. President Satkovich has devised a new sort—a regular American ballot, with a photograph in place of every name. If a voter hasn't met a candidate he must vote according to the manner in which he is impressed by the candidate’s picture. If he leans toward socialism he picks the hardest-looking picture. The photographic ballot gives rise to some delicate problems. Shall it be illegal for a candidate to have his photograph re- touched? Shall he be permitted to be photographed in his Sunday clothes, or will he be obliged to wear his everyday gar- ments? Shall the picture be full length, exposing the wrinkles in the trousers, or shall it be only head and shoulders, expos- ing the wrinkles round the ears? These are questions which cannot be answered off- hand. President Satkovich said that Rusinia was going to have a parliament and a con- stitution modeled after one of our state constitutions. I asked him on what state constitution the Rusin constitution would be modeled. ‘Pennsylvania, I suppose,” said he. “It’s the only one I know anything about, but I hate to use it for a model.” He has five cabinet ministers: A Minis- ter or Director of Culture, a Minister of the Interior, a Minister of Finance, a Minis- ter of Law, and lastly a Minister of Reli- gion and Commerce. The latter seemed an odd combination. It brought up pictures of money changers in the temple. I asked the president about it, and he explained satisfactorily by saying that being Minister of Religion didn’t provide enough minister- ing for any active minister, so that he doubled in commerce, as one might say. There is a police force in the Rusin capital, but there seems to be a strong in- clination on the part of some of the Rusins, police officers included, to go back to their old position as a part of Hungary instead of remaining a part of the Czechoslovak state. Consequently a Czech soldier ac- companies every Rusin policeman when he is on duty. I asked the president why it should be so. “Safety first,’ said he, shrugging his shoulders enigmatic ally. He added that the Hungarian propa- ganda to separate Rusinia from Czecho- slovakia was very strong; that there were many posters depicting the better food conditions which would exist under Hun- garian rule, and that the Czechs didn’t trust the Rusins. Irksome Boundary Lines I have dealt at this undue length with Rusinia because its position explains one or two of the reasons why Americans in Cen- tral Europe develop flushed faces when they mention the peace conference. The peace conference, knowing nothing about Rusinia, granted autonomy to it on the representations of ex-Rusins who were American citizens, who had been out of touch with their former country for years, and whose views had consequently mel- lowed in retrospect. And here is the situa- tion which existed early in February: The ignorance and poverty in Rusinia are of such nature that the Rusins are wholly incapable of governing themselves. Ru- sinia was formerly a part of Hungary. To- day it is separated from Hungary by a boundary line which is guarded by barbed wire and Czech soldiers and a rigid pass- port control. The Rusins cannot follow their old custom of going down into the Hungarian plains and earning their winter supply of food by the sweat of their brows. They are dying of starvation daily in the mountains of Rusinia, and they are locked in by the new border with which the peace conference in its magnificent and awe- inspiring wisdom has furnished them. Their pine trees no longer roll down the valleys to the natural market in Hungary, and the Czechs have no facilities for rolling them across the mountain slopes into Slovakia. The American Relief Administration sends food into Rusinia for the children, but in some districts the adults appropriate it and use it to eke out their own miser- able rations of grass and vegetable flour The Rusins are helpless and hopeless. Czechoslovakia, then, is shaped like an old tennis shoe. The Czechs, surrounded by Germans, are in the heel; the Slovaks are in the front part of the shoe, and they have a patch of Hungarians along the sole -a very squeaky and troublesome patch. In the extreme toe are the Rusins. Between the Czechs and the Slovaks are the Moravians—agentle, kindly, religious, agri- cultural people rather like the Slovaks. the top of the shoe laces are the Teschen and Upper Silesian coal fields, mostly inhabited by Poles. Everywhere through Czecho- slovakia are Czech soldiers—in Bohemia, in Moravia, in Slovakia, in Rusinia, and especially round the coal districts. And along the Hungarian border there are trenches and machine guns and acres of barbed-wire entanglements, and Czech sol- diers. Czechoslovakia is a beautiful country, a rich country, a country well worth fighting for. Its fertile farm lands lie in broad valleys and on softly swelling hills. Its villages are quaint and clean and sub- stantial. Its towns and cities are satisfy- ingly picturesque. In the windows of all its provision stores the hungry wayfarer who drops in from starved Austria and stripped Poland sees butter in tubs and countless eggs and fat Roquefort and cream and Cheddar cheeses; he-sees slabs of bacon and fine meats and frosted cakes and sweet chocolate; and his eyes glisten at the wealth of the country. Factory chimneys (Continued on Page 115)

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~- H| 4\| — ad TOTAL oh IE | THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “4 ibsiscieteers tec rcet sett eascectrss st tcaae ns ase -te (hit trriesassastree? a T YUL ALE UEEPPPEVUNTY PYVIVU NY od Tn fedeatss sepia tisetddage) 10s? i adasa dat Tiai Pie aA ead aaadi thas? © eonnes oa TELL One of the newest Gruen Verithin models TY u E | VV 464 LW EI How the Gruen Pat. Wheel Construction iB made an accurate watch thin 5 [ THE OLO WAY 3 SaaS The shortness of staff makes watch more durable gdgvete Foard bo vevssengeestaoaes — “> -— Ze \F3] ae med fag . 5 = ie pom og ¥e " a ' . E ij The “Genteel” Wristlet [ : RK 28% G FE I=] Gina Lad ATO rrr TT | a — a wedorooas ted etearersreces bas oeg nbtt bag b6e (ek eTTL{ ans Oliver Cromwell's “Watch—Typical of the Old Guild Masterpieces (qe | N Cromwell's day a watch was Mii worth its weight in gold. The quaint old “egg watch” that the fiery dictator owned was priceless in its value. It was then that the watchmakers guilds —“worshipful companies of watch- makers"— flourished. It was in these guilds that watchmaking became a fine art, mastered only after years of appren- ticeship. Each minute part must be forged and tempered and fashioned by hand— weeks, and often months, were required to make a single watch. In the mountainous cantons of Switzer- land the art of the watchmaking guilds attained its fullest development. There the masters of the guild wrought watches such as Cromwell owned. There they dedicated their lives to their work, and passed down the art as a priceless herit- age to their sons and grandsons. In the Gruen Verithin the Guitp Spirit Finds Its Fullest Expression T remained for Gruen to bring into the Gruen Watchmakers Guild the descend- ants of these old guild masters, that the ancient ideals might be preserved. In the Gruen Guild workshops at Madre-Biel, Switzerland, the Gruen Verithin is made, and in this model the guild spirit finds its fullest development. Here, with the aid of the most modern American machinery, master craftsmen fashion the Gruen movements — and here these artisans, with the same skill and devotion as was possessed by the masters of old, do what no machine can do—finish by hand and adjust each movement to the exacting standards of Gruen Precision accuracy. On Time Hill, Cincinnati, is the American workshop of the Gruen Guild where the hand-wrought cases are made, and the movements inserted and given final adjust- ment. Here, also, is maintained a_ real service workshop, where standardized dupli- cate repair parts are always on hand for prompt delivery to any jeweler in America. Thus, in Gruen Guild Watches, are com- bined the old ideals that made the Swiss guildsmen the watchmaking masters of the world, and the new American principles of standardization that make for uniformity and sustained quality of ourput. You may see the Gruen Verithin at one of the 1,200 jeweleragencies,the best in each locality, to whom the sale is confined. Look for the Gruen Guild Emblem displayed in the store windows of all Gruen agents. Remember, however—not every Swiss watch is a Gruen. Write for the Gruen Guild Exhibit A book of Etchings and Photographic Plates showing Gruen Guild Watches for men and women will be sent if you are sincerely intetested. Dietrich Gruen Models, $325 to $825; Ulirathin Made $250 to $600; Very-Verithin Models, 365 to $350 Verithin Models, $65 to $350; Thin Models, $27.50 to 8 Men's Strap Models, $27.50 to $ Ladies’ Wrist Mode $27.50 to $275; with full cut AAI Diamonds, up to $4000 Gruen Watcumaxers Guitp, Time Hill, Cincinnati, O. Makers of the famous Gruen Watches since 1874. Canadian branch, Toronto, Can, Entrance to the Gruen Guild Workshops 7 i Cincinnali, O. Reproduced graph =: = = s- . . My PT I Timm Inn 7 i nal 1! 7 Toit CUTE ULE : : J Lm Tm i =

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_ — a (Continued from Page 112) are smoking bravely—a notewor.hy sight to persons fresh from Austria, where every stack is cold—and there are plenty of them. Of the industries which were claimed before the war by the entire Austro- Hungarian monarchy Czechoslovakia now has ninety-five per cent of the sugar in- dustry, ninety-five per cent of the wool- textile industry, eighty-two per cent of the cotton-textile industry, seventy-eight per cent of the machinery manufactures, sixty- five per cent of the iron foundries, fifty per cent of the distilleries, all of the china in- dustry, ninety-eight per cent of the glass industry and eighty-five per cent of the shoe factories. She has the coal fields which used to supply the entire Austro- Hungarian Empire with its coal. Czecho- slovakia was the top layer of the old Austria-Hungary. It is as though Austria- Hungary had been a receptacle full of rich milk. All the cream formed at the top, and this cream was skimmed off and given to Czechoslovakia, leaving a very watery fluid for the other people interested. Czechoslovakia seems to have every- thing she needs, with the single exception of raw materials. She is far better off than most of her neighbors. In fact one might go so far as to say that there is nothing at all the matter with Czechoslovakia except the bad rate of exchange, a small coal shortage, a lack of discipline among govern- ment employees and soldiers, a lack of trained officials, too many Germans, too many Hungarians, too many Rusins, low wages, high prices, too much socialism, a shortage of railway cars, too much peace conference, too many neighbors who don’t care passionately for the country, too much suspicion, too much hatred, too many sol- diers, too much boundary and too much politics. Outside of these few things, which the passage of years will do much to remedy, Czechoslovakia is all right. A Comic:-Opera Setting Prague was the capital of the kingdom of Bohemia and is now the capital of the brand-new Czechoslovak state. There is a poem which begins with lines to the general effect that ‘“‘The man whom I pity knows naught of the city—the wonderful city of Prague.”’ There is some reason for this exuberant statement, for Prague is so well stocked with medieval towers and palaces and sky lines that nine-tenths of the city looks like well-constructed stage scenery instead of a regular town. In every block there is something that was built back in thirteen hundred and something, or four- teen hundred and something, or fifteen hundred and something; and wherever one wanders there are tablets or statues to commemorate somebody’s bravery against the Turkish Army more than 400 years ago, or somebody else’s historic defense of Prague against the Swedes, or what’s-his- name’s bold feat of throwing a couple of disliked councilors out of a second-story window, or the discovery of fifty or sixty new stars by Tycho Brahe round 1599, ora few of the gallant deeds of the famous king Ottocar II, who died back in 1278 after living up to his name by traveling far and fast and breaking down with a loud report at the end. Lovers of the antique frequently fall into swoon after swoon because of the beauti- fully carved doorways and columns and wrought-iron work which ornament the humblest dwellings of Prague; while artists of great poise and experience often burst into tears at their first sight of the spire and walls and towers and battlements of the Royal Palace and the cathedral rising in a glorious jumble from the heights above River Moldau. The stagy effect of the medieval Prague buildings is heightened on Sundays and holidays by the national costumes which the women wear. They are exactly the type of costume which the glorified dairy- maids wear in such popular successes as The Duchess of Discobolus or The Prince of Prunella. The skirts are brilliantly red or blue, and come only to the knee; and the waists are gracefully puffed and incrusted with beautiful embroidery; and there is a frothy white or red headdress, a purely decorative embroidered apron and a bril- liantly colored shaw] which is caught loosely over the arms according to the ideas of the best-known chorus directors. Early in February I stood in the Old Town Square of Prague, sometimes known as John Huss Square, to watch the Czech legionaries return from Siberia. Under all THE SATURDAY conditions the Old Town Square looks like the work of an imaginative artist. There is the medieval church of the Hussites at one end, with two high Gothic towers; and mid- way up the high-pitched roof of each tower are four diminutive towerlets stuck against the slope in such a manner that they look as though they were going to fall off in about six seconds. There is the Kinsky Palaceanda Gothic town hall and rows of porticoes and queer old-fashioned buildings with carv- ings and painted figures and balconies and columns on their fronts. With all this as a background, the square began to fill with soldiers. Czechs in Amer- ican uniforms on which the United States army buttons still remained debouched from one street; Czechs in French birettas and American uniforms debouched from another street; from a third came a column of 250 Czecho-Americans in olive-drab uni- forms, headed by two big American flags and singing a Czech marching song as they came. They lined up round the square. From far off there came the bang and the crash of a Czech band. All the bells of Prague went to tolling, the white and red of Czechoslovakia fluttered at all the win- dows; and into the square marched the Siberian Rifles, resplendent in tawny- brown uniforms purchased in Japan—the first of the Czech units to return from Siberia. Incidentally these Czech fighters are the best advertisement that Czechoslovakia has ever had. They are the cream of the Czech fighting forces—finely drilled, husky, hard-fighting, upstanding troops. None of the other Czech military units compares with them. For five years their homes had been only a name to them. They had en- dured the unendurable and surmounted the insurmountable. So the bands blared, the people cheered, i ge the Siberians ran hundreds of Czech women and girls in their national costumes—short skirts,embroidered aprons, glistening headdresses, foamy waists bril- liant with embroidery, beautiful shawls, silk stockings. One expected the women to burst into some such song as We're the Dainty Dairymaids or The King is Re turning To-day, Hurrah! The women in their opera costumes crowded round the statue of John Huss in the center of the square, the Siberian Rifles lined up round three sides of it, the Czecho- slovak Foreign Minister and a French general and several officers advanced and kissed the regimental flag decorated with the Russian Cross of St. George—regular stage stuff, aside from the lighting effects. How Czechs Enjoy Themselves As a result of the war and the splitting up of Central Europe into small nations the national spirit of the different peoples has been greatly intensified. This is particu- larly true of the Czechs, who take the atti- tude that nothing is any good unless it is Czech. The Czech idea of a riotously good time is to put on the Czech national cos- tume and walk up and down the street, giving the frigid and unmistakable Czech razz to anybody who tries to talk anything but Czech. There was a period during the early months of 1919 when a person who - couldn’t talk Czech simply couldn't get any- where at all in Prague. The Czech national feeling was so strong that Czechs who spoke perfect German or French refused to speak anything but Czech. In fact people who spoke German werefrequently mobbed. This is quite understandable, of course, for the Germans and the Czechs have been at each others’ throats for hundreds of years. For more than 600 years the Germans and the Austrians have been trying to Germanize the Czechs. The attempt almost succeeded round the year 1380, but John Huss stepped forware and reminded the Czechs who they were, whereupon they became violently chauvinistic, so to speak; chauved viciously in all directions and brought forth the Hussite wars, as a result of which the Czech language and literature obtained the ascendancy over the German products for a time. The Hapsburgs made another de- termined stab at Germanizing the Czechs all through the nineteenth century, and as a result the bitterness of the feuds between the Czechs and the German-Bohemians since 1861 would make the bitterest Ken- tucky feud look like a strawberry festival. So the Czechs can scarcely be blamed for wanting to Czechize everything. Having been Germanized by the Germans and Austrians, they now propose to Czechize the Germans and Austrians in turn. EVENING POST “Hand it back!’ That’stheslogan which might to good advantage be inscribed on most Central European coats of arms. All of the cities and towns in Czecho- slovakia which used to have German or Hungarian names have now been given Czech names. This causes embarrassing ae my The capital of Slovakia, for example, has appeared on all maps for the past few hundred years as Presburg. This was the German name for the town, and in parentheses after the German name usually appeared its Hungarian name, which was Pozsony. The city was inhabited almost entirely by Germansand Hungarians. With the creation of the Czechoslovak state the Czechs came down to Presburg, seized it and began to drive out the ateriene, They also gave the town a Czech name Bratislava. Consequently the capital of Slovakia now has three names: Presburg, Pozsony and Bratislava. The Czechs fre- quently refuse to recognize the city by any other than Bratislava. If one wishes to catch a train from Prague to Presburg his inquiries concerning the train are apt to be met by apparent ignorance on all sides because of the unwillingness of the Czechs to admit that there is any such place as Presburg in existence. The same thing has happened to a less tongue-twisting degree to the Slovak city whose German name is Kaschau, whose Hungarian name is Kassa and whose Czech name is Kosice—which is pronounced Koseetsy. ‘ Lessons Well Learned This sudden accession of national feeling on the part of the Czechs has made them very brusque and belligerent toward all their neighbors. They are ready at any moment of the day or night to enjoy a free-for-all fight with either the Hungarians or the Poles; and all of their neighbors accuse them of all sorts of contract breaking and cruelty. The Austrians, for example, say that the Czechs do not live up to their agreement to send a certain amount of coal daily into Austria. The Czechs admit this, but say that when they made the agree- ment they overestimated the amount they could let Austria have. They also say that if the conditions were reversed Austria would let Czechoslovakia freeze rather than give her a single ton of coal. This state- ment, in the light of what Austria has done to the Czechs in the past, is not at all un- reasonable. Czechoslovakia is merely hand- ing it back. One of the most prominent men in Czechoslovakia — himself an enthu- siastic Czech—made the following interest- ing statement: “The Allies don’t realize or appreciate all that the Czechs did to contribute to the fall of Austria-Hungary. We taught our railway conductors to steal, our freight of- ficials to divert shipments, our postmen to open letters; we taught our accountants to falsify accounts; we encouraged all sorts of cheating and crookedness and chicanery, so that the economic situation of the old monarchy might beundermined. Wetaught Czech soldiers to disobey orders and to mutiny, so that the discipline of the Austro- Hungarian army might be undermined. We were successful. But to-day we are paying the cost, for the things which we taught our people cannot be untaught in a short time.’ This man, I believe, was unduly severe toward his own people. All through Central Europe there is an enormous amount of loafing, cheating, stealing, graft, debauchery and starvation. Throughout Central Eu- rope at least ninety per cent of the people find it absolutely impossible to live de- cently on their salaries. They are demoral- ized by years of war. They are further demoralized by the new and inefficient gov- ernments that are trying to hang onto the reins of those strange wild horses, Inter- national Politics and Affairs of State, and whose arms are almost being pulled out by the roots in the attempt. Want, plus de- moralization, results in many unpleasant things. Though Czechoslovakia seems on the surface to be far better off as regards food than all her neighbors, her city dwellers are really suffering almost as much from lack of it as are the people round about her, because of the high cost of everything in crowns. The Czechoslovak crown, when I was in Czechoslovakia in February, 1920, was worth one and one-third cents, as compared with a prewar value of 20 cents. Before the war one got five crowns for a dollar. In February, 1920, one got seventy-five. Yet 115 this queer condition existed: The rate of exchange for Central E urope is fixed in the Swiss banking center of Zurich. At the same time that one dollar could be changed for seventy-five Czechoslovak crowns in Czechoslovakia the Zurich rate was 100 Czechoslovak crowns for a dollar. This was due to the fact that the Czechoslovak foreign-exchange office fixed the internal exchange rate for Czechoslovakia and kept it unnaturally high for fear that the people would start a few riots if the value of their money was allowed to slump too rapidly. If [ had exchanged American dollars for Czechoslovak crowns in Switzerland, and then rushed over into Czechoslovakia with my crowns, I could have bought a third again as much as could a person who ex- changed American dollars in Czechoslo- vakia. Such an arrangement might be very nice if the Czechs could put up a high bar- rier so that nobody from the outside world could come in and spend money in their country. But they can’t do that, so that their peculiar attempts to regulate their own money only result in assisting their own people to get it where the chicken got the ax. Since Czechoslovakia used to be a part of Austria-Hungary, the new republic started with the old Austro-Hungarian cur- rency, to which a small Czechoslovak stamp had been attached. Since one could get 330 Austrian crowns for a dollar at the same time that one was getting seventy-five Czechoslovak crowns for a dollar, one of the great outdoor sports consisted of forg- ing stamps and attaching them to Austrian money, thus making Czech money out of it. It was an easy sport and a great money- maker. But it didn’t help the value of the Czech crown to any noticeable extent. The Czechs are replacing the old money with beautiful new money made in America, and when it is all replaced there will be no more counterfeiting. The Currency Jumble One of the largest banks in Prague had a display of American securities in its window to stimulate confidence in prospective de- positors. The securities were all made out in the name of the bank. There was a certificate for one share of United States Steel Common, a certificate for one share of Pennsylvania Railroad and a certificate for one share of Anaconda Copper. These are all excellent securities, but classed, I believe, as a business man’s rather than a bank investment. Encouraged by the American securities, I sought an interview with one of the highest officials of the bank and urged him to explain the whys and wherefores of the peculiar Czechoslovak financial situation. Out of the flux of words which he emitted I gathered only one thing: With the foreign-exchange office fixing the exchange rate at seventy-five when the Zurich rate was 100, anybody who sold American dollars in Czechoslovakia lost money, and anybody who bought them made money just like finding it. All buyer had to do was to hold his dollars until they reached the Zurich level, which they would inevitably do Any European banker who attempts to explain foreign exchange nowadays talks like a phonograph playing a worn-out record with a toothpick as a needle. But many European bankers are making more money every month by speculating in moneysthan they ever made before in all the years of their life put apes. Since I got no results from the banker, I interviewed Mr. Benes, the Foreign Min- ister of Czechoslovakia, on the subject “The problems of Czechoslovakia,"’ said Mr. Benes, “‘like the problems of many other governments in, Central Europe, are particularly puzzling, because the problems which naturally confront a new republic are accentuated and intensified by the awful rate of exchange. This exchange rate makes it absolutely impossible for European na- tions to buy abroad. Ultimately the United States will find herself in precisely the sit- uation which we are now in. The value of the American dollar is too high. When there is overproduction, as there will be when America cannot sell to Europe, the factories will have to close. Then there will be troubles among the workmen, and the value of the dollar wili fall “The only remedy is stabilizing the rate of exchange. The most terrible feature about the money of Central Europe is the manner in which it fluctuates. If any country could know that its money would (Continued on Page 118)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 29,1920 Note the broad road pattern 5 of the Super Tread Tire GATES SUPER | CORD =* FABRIC

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Continued from Page 115 could get of exchange ternational _ ulation on of “*When- to improve throws the falls Bene wr or noney tage of Ger more than har- one 1s irope are “Fact » grabbing is Renes, with a } nnocence of ziing things about American wanderer ormous amo devoted nt of energy) of Euror ted States must raise wean money by loaning and the tabi proving that the value of money to of any agreement complete absence empttos lize exchange by nly burg! ange from the wayfarer; and suppose at the ame time that the burglar were shouting i distant friend of the wayfarer was losing more at once and draw no conclu are in good little supposing gentlema ir were re } } ippose a ng the pocket f a helples ‘ ver his shoulder to iyfarer that the money and must be I make no comment sions, but if upposers order do a along those general lines giver your working just Making Ends Meet But as | started to say time back, he high cost of everything in crowns makes living very difficult for the city dwellers of (Czechoslovakia An unskilled laborer in Prague gets from 7000 to 8500 crowns a year, while a skilled laborer gets from 14,000 to 20,000 crowns a year if he works x days a week and is never out of a job. A bank employee who has been with the ame bank for thirty years also earns 20,000 or the equivalent of about The average wage teachers and the small about 7500 crowns some crowns a year $265in American money of the clerks, the government official is a year \ good suit of clothe Q 500 crowns, or one-third of the yearly income of a white-collar man. Poor men who must buy new clothes or go round in rags can get shoddy suits for 600 crowns, or dollars American, but such a suit won't endure three months of reasonable wear without falling to pieces. A pair of workingman’s shoes costs about 280 crowns The cheapest sort of shirt costs seventy crowns. Almost nobody in Czechoslovakia wears underclothes any more because of their high cost. But shirts must be worn, and cheap shirts have a bad habit of disinte- grating after a few washings. Consider then the cost of a shirt in the eyes of the wlovak. The average wage is 7500 crowns a year. The price of the shirt is crowns. It’s the same as though a man who earned $1800 a year in the United States had to pay eventeen dollars for a single shirt I was talking lis with a Czech government offic ial who received a salary of 19,000 crowns a In the middle of our talk asmall boy entered with a package. The official opened it shamefacedly It ontained one of ham on a small slice of black bread ‘There you are,”’ said he. “That piece of ham and bread cost eight crowns. If I had it every day for a year it would cost me nearly 3000 crowns.” I asked him how much he meals ‘For breakfast,”’ in Czechoslovakia costs eight iverage ( ze he che apest seventy ng costs year slice paid for his said he, “I pay four crowns, and get a piece of cheese, some tea and some bread. My lunch costs fifteen crowns, and for that I get soup, a small piece of meat, a vegetable and a pudding My dinner costs thirteen crowns, and | have soup, meat or fish, a vegetable, bread and a glass of beer. That represents a yearly expenditure of 11,680 crowns for food alone, and I am always hungry. Every day I have to send out for little things to eat,” When a single man pays 11,680 crowns in the course of a year for nothing but three frugal meals each day that a it can be seen THE SATURDAY yearly salary of eight, ten or twelve thou- sand crowns hasn't a heavy purchasing power for an entire family which has to figure on clothes, heat, light and rent, as well as on food. For further depressing financial details I refer the reader to my preceding articles on Poland and Austria. Though the suffering in Poland and Aus- tria is far greater and more widespread than in Czechoslovakia, the sudden drop in the value of Central European money has created in all these countries a condi- tion which is very similar. Americans find the living very inexpen- sive in Czechoslovakia. I sampled the best rooms in the leading hostelries of Wittin- gau, Prague and Kdéniggratz in Bohemia; Briinn in Moravia; and Presburg in Slo- vakia; and in none of them was I obliged to pay more than thirty American cents for my night's lodging and breakfast the next morning. One person could have a sumptuous repast in Prague for seventy or eighty cents, while the wine list pre- sented some bargains that would make even a soda fountain hang its head inshame. From the Rhine-wine list one could have a large bottle of Hochheimer or Liebfrau- milch, for example, for forty cents. A magnum of Hungarian champagne set the reveler back ninety cents ae | provided him with at least ten dollars’ worth of head- ache. To top off a dinner one could have his choice of a small shot of Benedictine, Chartreuse, cherry brandy or Curacao for five cents a glass. And while on the subject of forbidden fruit it should be recorded that Czecho- slovakia is the only Central European country whose beer tastes at all like beer. Even in Czechoslovakia the resemblance between the beer which one gets and the beer which one ought to get is none too startling. Yet the Pilsener beer—Pilsen now being a Czech city with the name of Pizen, just as Budweis is a Czech city with the name of Budejowice—is quite recog- nizably bitter and beery. But all other German, Austrian, Czech and Hungarian beers are the most annoying burlesques on beer into which a thirsty man ever thrust his nose. The near beer which was so common in America during the doubtful or almost arid era was powerful and potent compared with the present-day German and Austrian beer. It looks like beer and it smells like beer. It is a beautiful golden yellow in color, or a rich brown, and it is crowned with a creamy collar that makes the air whistle shrilly through the parched throat. It looks, as I say, like the real thing, but it tastes like some sort of ditch water that would be nasty if it had enough strength but that hasn't even enough strength to quench a thirst. Its percentage of alcohol must be considerably smaller than that of buttermilk, but I cannot give any figures on this phase of the matter, because everyone was so disgusted with the beer that he was unwilling to talk about it. Habits of Real Bohemians A traveler in Bohemia quickly learns that there are certain things which are es- sentially Bohemian—or Czechish. There is a belief in the neighborhood of Washing- ton Square, New York, that true Bohemi- anism consists of wearing the finger nails in deep mourning, scattering cigarette ashes on the floor late at night, not paying the rent on time, placing all successful people on a verbal griddle and talking a great deal about art. This, however, is not truly Bohemian. True Bohemians eat enormous quantities of caraway seeds and goose, use the most uncomfortable bedclothes in the world, and go to bed at eight o'clock at night. A natural disinclination to be quiet before two or three o'clock in the morning would consequently prevent the Washington Square Bohemians from resembling the true Bohemian to any marked degree. The Bohemian has the same passion for caraway seeds that the southern Italian has for garlic. When a Bohemian cook pre- pares anything she instinctively reaches into the caraway-seed box and heaves a handful of seeds into the dish. She uses caraway seeds with hors d’cuvres, soup, fish, meat, vegetables, desserts and cakes. One American in Prague carries a pair of small silver tweezers with him, — when- ever he sits down to eat a meal he draws the tweezers from his pocket and starts to pick the caraway seeds out of his bread with them. He spends twice as much time in picking caraway seeds out of his food as EVENING POST he does in eating, and the doctor says that he will have a nervous breakdown if he can't get food that has no caraway seeds in it. The advantages-which accrue from the use of caraway seeds in food are not known except to the Czechs and the Germans. I asked a Czech what it was about caraway seeds that made them so popular. He shrugged his shoulders. “Why does an Arctic explorer love the Arctic regions?” he countered. It was an unanswerable counter which answered all things. The national dish of Bohemia is un- questionably goose. Americans in Prague declare that the Czech coat of arms should be a goose couchant on a kniidliche, sur- mounted by three caraway seeds rampant. The kniidliche is a ball of half-cooked dough about as large as a baseball, and it is highly esteemed as a food in Bohemia. If the Czechs ever fight the Hungarians they could use the kniidliche as an offensive weapon to good advantage, for it would perform terrible execution if thrown with any accuracy against theenemy. Anybody who had the misfortune to be struck by a kniidliche would think that a house had fallen on him. Strangers who eat an entire kniidliche for the first time have the sen- sation of having swallowed one of the Pyramids of Gizeh. The Land of Geese As for the goose, it is a common food in Bohemia because everyone raises geese. I made a trip by automobile up through Bohemia, across Bohemia to that portion of the country known as the Sudetenland, where the German inhabitants set up a republic called the Sudetenland Republic after the armistice, and down through Moravia; and in that trip I saw more geese than I had dreamed were in existence. Geese rushed out from every house to voice their displeasure of automobiles by undulating their necks and hissing fero- ciously; geese gathered in solemn conclaves in our path and honked their loathing of us to high heaven; geese materialized from nowhere and flapped out from under our fenders. Wherever we stopped for food the food consisted of goose—goose soup, goose liver, goose breast, roast goose, chopped goose, sliced goose, stewed goose and just plain goose, with an occasional hors d’ceuvre of paté de foie gras. Goose is a fine food for Christmas and holidays; but goose for lunch and goose for dinner and goose for supper day after day and week after week is a bird of another feather—a bird in fact completely covered with variegated feath- ers. After a few days of this fare the mere sight of a goose is sufficient to send a wave of nausea through the most enthusiastic goose lover, while the distant honk of a goose is enough to give him a nervous chill. Probably the enormous numbers of geese that are killed annually in Czechoslovakia account for the feather bedclothes. Every little house in the country, every apartment and almost every hotel room in Czecho- slovakia boasts feather bedclothes. The contraption resembles a flimsily made feather mattress. When retiring for the night one throws himself on the bed and allows the feather covering to fall heavily and clingingly on top of him. It is musty and adhesive and oppressive. It isn’t so bad when the weather is bitterly cold and one can succeed in pryin op 2n one of the windows which Central Europeans so religiously seal down during the winter months; but when the weather is at all warm the feather bedclothes are exces- sively heavy. It is a case of all or nothing. The entire wad of goose feathers must be endured, for if it is thrown off there is nothing left—sometimes not even a sheet. Some of the more advanced hotels have substituted blankets and a quilt for the feather bedclothes, but even in such cases traditicn is too strong for them. The top of the quilt has a row of buttons down each side and across the foot, and the sheet is pulled up onto the slippery mass. In order to remove the quilt on a warm evening one has to do as much unbuttoning as though he were assisting all the inmates of an orphan asylum out of their pinafores. And when the bedclothes are buttoned up any sudden movement on the part of the person who is reclining beneath them is sufficient to cause the entire mass to slide off the bed and onto the floor. The head of the Hoover child feeders in Czechoslovakia is Capt. Arthur C. Ring- land, a former American army officer, who used to be in the Forestry Service round May 29,1920 the Grand Cafion. With five American assistants Captain Ringland has divided Czechoslovakia into 200 districts, with local feeding committees scattered through each district. Thus there are 200 district committees and 3000 local committees; and through this organization the American food goes to some 550,000 children. The Americans, of course, are not inter- ested in Czechoslovak politics, except as the politics tend to hinder their work. They don’t even care about talking Czecho- slovak polities. They are in Czechoslovakia to see that the children who are suffering from malnutrition, in the opinion of com- petent physicians, are fed. They don’t care what race a child may belong to or what his parents’ creed may be. If the child is hungry they aim to feed it. The people among whom they work, however, don’t always feel that way about it. In many towns which have Czech majorities the Czechs frequently try to fix things so that German children won’t be fed. In towns with German majorities the Ger- mans often take steps to deprive the Czech children of food. The American Relief Administration has been forced to recognize this condition, and they have to be very careful that the feeding committees are carefully mixed. Each committee must have an equal num- ber of Czechs and Germans on it, or of Slovaks and Hungarians, or of whatever nationalities the districts may be com- prised. In the town of Novi-Paka, for example, a party representing one nation- ality succeeded in tgrasping the reins of power. Its first move was to insist that only the children of that party be fed. The examining doctors were assailed by a mob which demanded that their children be put in C class—C class representing the worst cases of malnutrition and the only class to be fed—without regard for their actual physical state. Internal Squabbles All of this has been a great shock to the Americans in Czechoslovakia, who had come to the new republic expecting to find all the inhabitants of the young Czecho- slovak state pulling together in enthusiasm and accord. They had forgotten, of course, the messy condition which existed in the United States after the Revolutionary War, to say nothing of the odorous state of affairs after the Civil War. They had for- gotten that Czechoslovakia was being guided by politicians and diplomats who had donned the official silk hat of states- manship for the first time on October 28, 1918, admired themselves in the mirror for a few moments, and then strolled up to the palace and wondered how to start running a republic. The internal squabbles which distress the Americans to such a degree and make them so pessimistic are old, old stories. So, too, are the attitudes which the Czechs adopt toward their friends and enemies. Historians and observers who have been notoriously pro-Czech have for many years written the Czechs down as being overaggressive, as well as painfully short- sighted and narrow in their political out- look. One of their greatest admirers has declared that though the progress of the Czechs in fields other than political has been altogether admirable they have al- ways lacked political leaders of eminence, so that they have allowed themselves to squander time and energy over barren linguistic brawls, to overdo the policy of the mere wrecker and obstructionist, and so to destroy their prestige and reputation for political foresight both at home and abroad. The squabbles between the Czechs and the Germans are so old that, in the low patois of the late American army, they have whiskers on them—long, flowing white whiskers. Both the Germans and the Czechs claim, of course, that they got to the country first. But when two different nationalities in Europe get to arguing over a bit of real estate the first move of each people is to prove that they got there first. The Rumanians and the Hungarians can each prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that they got to Transylvania ahead of the other. The Hungarians and the Slovaks lie rings round each other on a similar ques- tion. The Czechs and the Germans go back thousands of years to prove their claims to Bohemia. If put to it, the Germans could probably prove conclusively—conclusively to themselves, that is—that they were the original inhabitants of Canada, Mexico and (Continued on Page 122)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST A Policy That Pays Reo never has been ambitious to make all the motor cars—only the best. 4 From the first, the policy was to make only as many as we could make and be sure that every Reo would be as good as the best Reo that ever came out of these shops. @ That policy consistently adhered to through the years has resulted in a demand always greater than the possible output of the big Lansing plants, @ At this time the over-demand is such that only the Alert can hope to be of the Elect who will drive Reos. © Today—won't be a minute toosoon. Reo Motor Car Company, Lansing, Michigan

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 3 A Procession Nine Days Long Automobiles flow through Columbus Circle, New York, the world’s greatest traffic point, in a never-ending procession at the rate of sixty thousand cars a day. — F all the cars equipped with Prest-O-Lite Storage Batteries I were to come down Broadway and pass through Columbus Circle four abreast at the rate of forty cars a minute, it would take them every minute of each twenty-four hours from May 29 to June 7 to pass this point. The growing preference for Prest-O-Lite Storage Bat- teries, on the part of car manufacturers and owners alike, is the inevitable result of Prest-O-Lite efficiency in design and service. Rugged in construction, Prest-O-Lite Storage Batteries are masterly in performance. For every make and model of automobile, expert engineers have specified a Prest-O-Lite Storage Battery of correct size, type and capacity to deliver a full measure of sure starts and efficient illumination. Prest-O-Lite Service Stations—more than 2500 throughout the United States and Canada—will help you keep your bat- tery in prime condition, whatever its make, by rendering all of the usual, expected services, and by many special attentions heretofore unknown to battery service. THE PREST-O-LITE COMPANY, Iac., General Offices, 30 East 42nd Street, New York Eighth and Brannan Streets, San Francisco, Calif In Canada: The Prest-O-Lite Co. of Canada, Limited, Toronto

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Why Safety Razor Blades Need Stropping There is no reason why stropping safety razor blades is not just as necessary as stropping an old style razor. An unstropped old style razor is expected to So does any unstropped safety Strop- pull—and does. razor blade after the first shave or two. ping is necessary in both cases. The delicate cutting edge of a razor blade is made up of tiny teeth which are extremely Contact with the beard forces these tiny teeth out of the bent twisted teeth pull the beard and scratch the sensitive alignment and face. The gently strokes the misaligned teeth back into an even, keen cutting edge. That is why you notice a delightful difference in shaving after stropping your blade with a Twinplex. jnple. Stropping is the only remedy. Twinplex Stropper and surely Then, ible to get scores of delight- It is best to start with a new blade. Twinplex, it is easily poss fully using a smooth shaves from a single blade. the Twinplex strops first then‘turns the the correct prin- With mechanical precision, one side of your double-edged blade, blade over and strops the other side ciple of stropping. Twinplex is sold on 30 days’ trial and a 10 year service Price $5.00 in satin lined, nickel or leather of combination sets. At leading hardware, cutlery, drug and department stores. guarantee case. Sold also in a variety Twinplex Sales Company 1654 Locust St., St. Louis 242 Fulton St., New York 591 St. Catherine St., Montreal FA “ | the North Pole, | history that there | (Continued from Page 118) and that the effete govern- ment of the Incas of Peru resulted from their rejection of German culture. As a matter of fact, outsiders don’t much care who got there first. If the Dutch tried to take New York away from the United States on the ground that the original set- | tlers of New York were Dutch they would | probably receive one | most resonant guffaws that ever emerged of the loudest and But it is a matter of was a Czech state in Bohemia 1200 years ago, or nearly 1000 years before the late Christopher Columbus borrowed money on the quaint theory that the earth was round enough to permit him to discover America. At that time—1200 years ago—the Czechs were indulging in passionate and ferocious wars with the neighboring German tribes. Sometimes the Germans would come out on top, and the Czech state would dry up to a small peanut. At other times the Czechs would get the Germans on the run, and at such times the Czech state would swell out like a wet sponge. Always—century after century and sometimes ge neration after genera- tion—the Czech-German racial struggle came off with absolute certainty, albeit without the same regularity as Christmas or the Allentown Fair. It is this same old racial struggle which is going on to-day. The Germans used to hand it to the Czechs; and now the Czechs are handing it back to the Germans. They aren’t getting on a bit better than they have ever got on; and it is highly probable that they aren’t getting on any worse either, in spite of the assurances of the Germans that they simply can’t endure the Czechs another minute. The Germans from human lips. a ring of 3,000,000 round the 6,000,000 Czechs—are roaring fero- ciously. They are complaining that they have no representation in the laws under which they must live; that their schools are being taken away from them; that they are being forced to speak the barbarous Czech language; that they are being dis- criminated against in business; and that they cannot and will not stand it. The Views of the Premier Over against their hair-raising howls is | the fact that the Bohemian, or Czech, part | of Czechoslovakia is a geographical unity. | natural fortress. It is a plateau fringed with mountains—a It is Czechland, and any- | body who doesn’t like it is at liberty, as the } saying goes, | don’t like it they can lump it. If the Germans If a large crowd of Americans should emigrate to Bohemia, and should start to make a pro- to lump it. | tracted and poignant yelp because they didn’t like something, they also could lump it. Czechsin the United States whodon’tlike | American customs and American laws and | American ideas | them they | during the past year or so, | claim and American schools are also at liberty to lump it or get out. With the Czechs it is a case of Bohemia for the Czechs. It is also apparently a case of Slovakia, Rusinia and part of Hungary for the Czechs as well. But just at present we are talking about Bohemia, which is Czechland and a geographical unity—a natural nation. ‘“‘ Bohemia for the Czechs,” then—that is their ery There is a fly in the consommé, however. Germany lies to the north of Bohemia and Austria tothe south. If Austria joins with Germany, as she might, and if between had a keen desire to crush Bo- hemia out 3,000,000 dis- gruntled Germans in Bohemia would not be much of a hindrance. The Czechs have been great promisers but their neigh- bors and a good many of their own people that they don’t live up to their promises. The Germans have been prom- of business, the | ised equal rights and schools and all sorts of things, but in February, 1920, every Ger- man with whom I talked in Czechoslovakia declared openly, loudly and contemptuously that none of the promises had been kept. I interviewed Mr. Tusar, the Czecho- slovak Prime Minister, on this subject among others. Mr. Tusar admitted the great differences between the Czechs and the Germans, but spoke in words which were well coated with diplomatic salve and prime-ministerial optimism. He declared that the Czechs and the Germans are still overshadowed by the past, and that the leaders, grown up in the traditions of petty national strife, find it difficult to renounce their old attitude— meaning their attitude of excessive hate and loathing. He said May 29,1920 that the Germans weren’t to be punished for their past sins, however, and that they were to be granted more liberty of policy, nationality and culture than the peace treaty ever thought of granting them. He didn’t say when they were to be granted all this. He disposed of the school question by saying that privileges of an educational nature for the Germans had to be restricted for budget reasons, and sorrowfully ob- served that the Germans unjustly misunder- stood this. ‘Finally,” said Mr. Tusar, “through mutual economic interests, in time, life for the two nationalities living side by side wil grow more pleasant and a lasting agree- ment result some day.” It is more to the advantage of the Ger- mans in Czechoslovakia to be citizens of Czechoslovakia than to be citizens of Ger- many or Austria. There are many Czecho- slovaks who fought loyally in the Austrian Army to the very end of the war, but who are as free from dislike or restrictions so far as the outside world is concerned as though they had fought against Germany all their lives. There is no moral boycott against any part of Czechoslovakia. This is a valuable asset in Central Europe, and the Germans in Czechoslovakia appreciate it. They are willing to be placated, even though most of them say that they aren't The desire of the Czechs to have Bohemia entirely Czechized can readily be under- stood, especially by thorough Americans. But even the most thorough Americans in Czechoslovakia predict trouble for the Czechs if they don’t soon start handling the Germans with softer gloves than they have hitherto used. Stronger on Art Than Letters The situation in the Slovakian toe of the Czechoslovak sneaker is one that causes a newcomer to hold his head in his hands and call weakly for a headache powder. In the cant phrase of the political student, it is a sweet mess. It is as complicated as a perpetual-motion machine, and the League of Nations could unravel it about as easily as a hippopotamus could crawl through a stick of macaroni. The Slovaks aren’t a very well-known people. The American idea of them is that they are content to live fifteen or twenty in a room and in the most squalid surround- ings. I have been into a good many Slovak villages, and I have found the Slovak peas- ants among the most attractive and | able peasant people of the many I have seen. Their cottages are simple and neat and comfortable. Every Slovak peasant woman has embroideries which she designs and works herself—waists and skirts and aprons and shawls and headdresses and sheets; and for beauty of design and fine- ness of execution they are unrivaled. Every Slovak peasant woman has these things Almost all the Slovak women paint the plaster walls of their kitchens and living rooms with free-hand designs so symmetri- cal and daring and colorful that they nearly knock out the eye of the unprepared be holder. In other words, they are almost without exception people of excellent taste and with a love for the beautiful. The great drawback about the Slovaks is their illiteracy. For nearly 1000 years Slo vakia has been a part of Hungary, and during this time the Magyars—as the truc Hungarians are always known in Central Furope—oppressed all things Slovakiar That is to say, the Magyars prevented the Slovaks from developing as Slovaks. The only schools which taught the Slovak lan guages were the primary schools. If a Slovak wanted higher education he had to go to a Magyar high school and college Slovaks who learned the Magyar language were favored by the Magyars and given pul lie Thus practically all of the educated Slo vaks are Magyarized. Some people say very harsh things about the Magyars for refusing to allow the Slovaks to have the own high schools and colleges. Yet in America we don’t allow different national ities to have their own se hools. We Amer icanize everyone so far as we are able, so that we may have unity and accord. At any rate, the Slovaks who didn’t go to Magyar schools are illiterate. The Slo vaks who went to Magyar schools are Magyarized and frequently speak Magyar fluently, but don’t speak Slovak. These Magyarized Slovaks have always made op- position politics to the Magyars, but the only thing which they have sought in the (Concluded on Page 124) offices.

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—— — ete RR eI OE grein IO THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 124 Here is a real opportunity, right now, for live men with good average common sense and industry, to make a lot of money on a small investment “SOUR kinds of people can go into this busi- people who want to be in business for themselves; 2— people who ness to advantage: 1 want to put a son or some other wide-awake man in asafe business to their mutual profit; 3— people already in business who want to add an easy profit maker; 4— people now in the candy busi- ness who want increased volume and profits. The business is: Manufacturing Candy Kisses by machine, putting the machine in a store window— manufacturing, advertising and selling all in one— making money out of crowds. Everybody likes to see a machine in motion. In the United States, Canada, growing demand for kisses. They're good candy at a moderate price. 6— Self advertising and selling: The machine in motion stops the crowds and they come in and buy. You have all the steps which Sheldon, the great teacher of salesmanship, says are neces- sary: 1—favorable attention; 2—interest; 3 desire; 4—action. Your kiss business helps sell other goods—it has turned more than one un- profitable business into a success. 7— Ease of expansion: If you want to open another store you can move in overnight and be doing business the next day. &— Sayety: All of the foregoing make it an un usually safe business. Profits start with the starting of the machine. Yes, it combines to a great degree the success ful elements of big business and yet it requires only a small capital We have been making these machines for eight years. We began advertising them last July in The Saturday Evening Post. Since then peopl have started in this business in New York, Chi cago, Indianapolis, Seattle, Mansfield, Paterson Newark, Philadelphia, Los Angeles, Lynn and many other cilies—and they report ‘large profits.” The Atlantic City Boardwalk, f course, is fairly lined with China, Japan, Australia, New Zealand, Brazil, England, Norway, Sweden — the world over— human nature ts the saine. They all like to “see the wheels go round.” Five years ago a man out West had a small candy kiss hbusiness—a girl wrapping kisses by hand in his window. He put our kiss machine in that window, attracted the crowds. old i lot ot kisses, made money took another store im the sini town, got another machine, sold’ kisses to other stores, and kept on growing until he made $21,000 profit last year. Another man, in a New England town, started with a few hundred dollars and in a short time o! these kiss machines and users report “increasing profits su Menin China, New Zealand, Brazil, Cuba, England, Swe den, etec., hearing of this bust ness, have bought machines and paper. One man— in Nor Wall neo none received hi machine than he cabled us for two additional machines and more paper So you see it’s a great busi yreat Opportunity Now! Which kind of man ] Do you want to be in Drursine for yoursell and make mall ¢ tpt il? Then vet our book ?— Po you want to start your son or some other wide awake young man in a safe was. selling kisses to the country round and making GS AA $10,000 a year started three years ago and made $14,000 last year—and so on We said this business requires industry — work So it does— so does any business. But it is easy just the same because it combines in high degree the eight essentials of successful business. Check them tor yourself. 1— Small capital: Only a few hundred dollars capital is needed if you have a store and not so very much more if you have to rent one. You can buy the kiss machine on instalments; the other equipment is simple and not costly 2 Frequent turnover and good profits: You turn your capital over frequently at a good profit each time. It ts raw material in the morning and cash in the drawer at night 3— Low expenses The business is cash; no credit risks; no customers’ accounts to keep; no delivery costs; no dead stock; you sell direct to consumer; the profits are all yours } Sim pli fy of manufacture and management: You make the same thing over and over again. We furnish a book of simple formulas and full directions for making \ pulling machine oper- ated by electricity does the pulling. The kiss machine cuts, shapes and wraps the kisses; a girl can tend it Materials are easily obtained as you need them. You get your power from your elec- tric light 5— A great volume of sales: There isa great and \nother man papi gcebisigg® ew oo act i Br York ( Nedick Or ! mn irila ! a third. Mi ' na S t & Se \ I S We build wrapping machines of various kinds for the greatest concerns in the United State wha Na il Candy ¢ NK Fairbank Go Bee t Packing ¢ Procter & Gamble ( Cillette Satet Razor ¢ Swit & Co American Sugar Refining Co Andrew Jergens ( Walter Baker & ¢ Palmolive ¢ Border Milk ¢ National B it Co Ghirardelli ¢ Loose-Wiles Biscuit ¢ Hers! 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Cone From tuded fram Muddle to Pa Muddle Ru would hor ou wou be 140 THE SATURDAY aving Wher the perm aving, the country countrie through on nes takes ingle sé, Amer- iy favored of f loreed to pre } igh a y not politic travei fre- port Sie i ‘ are quent ed in orde r to go to different Most good trains ntroi, and requ ofa part ingle countr r military order ride or trains possessing ible seats o npar nts ¢ made om one to three weet at which used to take three hours before the war frequently fifteen to of pa culties Journey four from or take to-day be- border the west the east Now it From Vienna to Budapest hour trair ride To twenty hour restrictions and To go from Prague ir zechoslovakia to Uz iuse diffi of ¢ used to take ten or port orod it twelve hours. takes two day ito be a five day it fourteen hours. Train travel in Cen exactiv the “a ? Boston and alr vuld Massa Rhode d from Con- York ul ) ad to tom ation Nev Yor} “ ! i ise t ue fron Rhode Island, fron nto ¢ ‘ ar { onne« it into Ni “ earching cu ing Ma ind, entering ( ew York Exagyerated ( tated! from Poland nto Au i 1 saw eople thrown off the Entente Expres people of they had ror examill ng Rhode onnecti F tering achusett enter Coming five| some con pecaust permi to leave ) paid their fares, they had to go all th back to Warsaw and go hardships and inconvenience their oversight. fron Austria I ivels mall me of the aving wa) through many because of Coming Hungary 200 tr rs jammed for f irs until nad Sa into uw room “OO nto ome lirement Ameri Amer ilmost weeping zectl porder’r im for money and suspiciou papers, had ripped his coat with violence that button on it had been f torn off. I have seen the Italian cor in Vienna refuse an American port to Italy until the owner of the Pass produced a letter from the American min Vienna stating that he was not ty use at tive it xamining | oper such every to vise Market Day in the Town of Preshow, Stovakia. EVENING POST s de- ! ul and Americi citi whatever v an, uc etter, Ir otner words, Americar not i from Vien: ng good Americar port No: the difficultie Europe are hard to exaggerate - could pro- cot T nite of nav- travel in Central My refer- the ence to irface about it, and a them hna\ seratched Some ng in amor Central Ex other state with enough bitterness to de Cologne; anda few of them, not content with hating everyone else, hate themse The hot box of the Czech-Hungarian hate the city of Presburg, or Pozshony, or Bratislava. I call it Presburg because under any other name it can’t be found on American, English, French or German map. Presburg is the capit used to be the old capital of the Magyars. For of the Magyar kings were there It was inhabited Germans and Magyars, with a of educ Magyarized Slovak The tomt the ceme- teries of Presburg bear nothing but Magyar and German names To-day it is a Czech city. Fifteen thou- sand Magyars have been prodded out of their homes and jobs to make room for im- ported Czech officials, Czech school-teachers and Czech have been shipped down into Hungary. The Magyar profess thrown out of the ancient Magyar university at Presburg. The name of the city has been changed to a Czech name. The street signs and the shop signs have been done over into Czech. In front of the city, on the side facing the Austrians and the Hungarians, are the barbed-wire entanglements and the trenches and the machine guns and the sol- diers that I spoke about earlier in this article A street-car to Presburg. will come crowd! ery state in rope hates Sour eau lves ar al of Slovakia. It hundreds year crowned fly by che y } mattering ated or tones n merchants, and have heer ors line used to run from Vienna To-day travelers going by that line have-to get ou f the ears 100 yards before they reach the border, walk up barbed-wire entanglements that the have i, go through the cus- and then walk another 100 yards on border and get into treet car. No more cars can run Common sense and rapid transit have receiv kick from national hatred The Magyars are so ferociously angry at Czechs that the mention of the name Czech is enough to make most of the Magyars within hearing have near- apoplexy. They claim that the Czechs have eized Magyar territory to which they have I Hungarian Army van- t of to the Czechs erecte toms, the another other ide ne throug! ed a severe the mere t no right at all. The hed into thin air just after the armistice, and it was then, or soon afterward, that the Czechs occupied burg without resist- ance. The Magyars claim that they could have done it if there had been any Magyar army left The Czechs took Presburg because it is a part of Slovakia. True, it is a Hungarian Pre never The Pigs Worth 40 Crowns Before the War, are Now Vatued at 2000 May 29,1920 s part of Slovakia Danube, and the ve a port on the o taking the city of Magyar parts of a, the Czechs also took a big stretc! f land known Grosse Schiitt, whic! between two branches of It is sIxty long and Its population consists of more than 100,000 Magyars and only a few hundred Slovaks. It is neither part of Slovakia nor occupied by Slovaks, but the Czechs declare that the Vv must have it it order to control their part of the Danube The Magyars are fairly tearing their hair out by the roots because of it. Exactly the same tension exists between the Czechs and the Magyars over Presburg as exists be- tween the Italians and the Jugo-Slavs over Fiume. The Fiume situation, however, has received more advertising. The Magyars say that there are 700,000 Magyars whom the Czechs have taken into Czechoslovakia by main force and against their wills. They say that they will never endure it. They froth at the mouth and gasp hoarsely when discussing the matter. They issue posters declaring that Presburg is the Magyar Strasburg. They say that it’s Alsace-Lorraine all over again. They get out propaganda maps showing the gluttor Czech minority which is controlling Czechoslovakia. They declare that they must and will have the city of Presburg and the 700,000 Magyars back again in Hun gary. They disseminate passionate propa ganda among the Slovaks ana as the is a ricn territory the Danube thirty miles miles broad ous Claims and Counterclaims nwt They entanglements and dig get propaganda of ving stalwart Slovak farmers sweeping the lagyar rats out of Slovakia They say that they need the te rritory which they have taken, and that they intend t the Magyar protest threats The Czechs m le are not idle erect: barbed-wire trenches. Th their own, shov out keep pi and all ) igvar They \ tit ited a censorship whic! goes throug rs coming in to Magya n Pre Many Magyars clain cat letters at all from the burg get ne outside world The Magyars are accused by the Czect agitations in Slo are accused by the Mag yars of g Bolsheviks who helped to wreck Hungary, as well as of spreading ories of Magvvar intrigue in order to gai! T Magyars claim that the rstand the Czech lar guage. The Czechs claim that the Magyars ir culture from the Slovaks—a causes the Magyars to burst of wild laughter and al- ifury. The Magyar the Czechs and love Czechs claim that all Magyars and worship so on through day after ‘night, so long as there i And when there isn’t any it is generally believed that It is interesting financing Bolshevik The Cze chs akia f } arborir sympathy. The Slovaks can't unde \ stole aii charge into horrid peals most go mad Ww that all Slovak Magyars Slovaks the whict Say the despise And day and night aft anyone to Lister Czechs. one to lister they put talk to themselves somewhat dazing I asked Prime Minister Tusar what he thought the outcome of the bad blood be tween Bohemia and Slovakia would be “The relations with Slovakia are simply a problem of patience,”’ said Mr. Tusar ‘*One must wait until the Magyar agitation there loses ground. Then matters will be finally settled of their own accord.” I asked Magyar leaders in Slovakia why they didn't stop their ructions, let the Czechs take what they want, settle down to work and try to get along somehow. ‘“‘Isn’t there some way that you can ar- rive at an understanding with the Czechs?”’ I asked The Magyarleaders, oneandall, pounded the table with their fists. ““No! No! Never!” they shouted. ‘ No! Never!” I know that there are many people in America who think that the peace confer- ence did a pretty good job, and that Cen- tral European affairs can be regulated by the League of Nations. I had occasion t remark on that fact to an American wh« has been going up and down in Centra Europe for the past vear on official busine: ‘*T know that there are people like that he said wearily and tolerantly, “but you want to remember ’’—and here he heaved a sigh that blew the ash from his cigar—‘‘ you want to remember that those people don’t know anything about Central Europe.” }

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y Ly ] \i } i) a, Ts hortage is most acute in the Eastern in- dustrial states, though it is more or less general throughout the United States. ‘Farm tractors are being used to an in- creasing extent in the Central and Western tates, where they are adapted to the large and level farms. Farm implements are costing the same to about fifteen per cent more than last year, the increases being mostly for implements with wood.” The man who scans these two expert opinions, expressed in terms of judicial moderation, is likely to miss several ele- ments of major importance unless he knows how to read between the lines. The roll call of the thousands of farmers who have contributed to this symposium has been punctuated, from start to finish, with ex- pressions of this kind: ‘The help that we can get, or would get if we could pay for it, is poor, inefficient, unwilling and touchy.” After considering several hundred of these responses to the toast, ‘Farm Labor for 1920,” I am oppressed with the conviction that the hired help that will be retained on the farms this season will deliver a decidedly lower efficiency than did the standard hired hand of the prewar days. Certainly there is not the. slightest doubt that the working hours of the 1920 farm hand are going to be greatly reduced. This admission is virtu- ally universal. Again, there is but one opinion on the score of the comparative ability of the 1920 hired hand, granting a normal inclination to deliver a full day’s work. Farmers are of one voice in saying: ‘He doesn’t know his job. The live ones have gone to town to grab off the big wages. Only the seconds are left to the farms, as a rule.” Of course this doesn’t put the brand of inefficiency on all those who have stuck by the farm. A few of the very best work- ers, who are shrewd enough to weigh the costs of living in the industrial centers and the temptations of the town to extravagant expenditures, against free living on the farm, have stuck by the employing farmers. Help From the Tractor Then, too, the typical attitude of the 1920 farm hand must come in for considera- tion, as it is a big element in his delivery. Almost every big industrial employer of labor to-day is spending thousands of dol- lars to the end of i improving the attitude of his workers to their jobs, of rousing a feel- of interest and coéperation, of putting the right spirit into his men. This is sub- tantial evidence of the importance of atti- part of the workers, whether in the factory or on the farm How about the spirit of the 1920 farm hand? The returns on this special straw ballot cover this question in great detail, and there is not an excep- tion re gistered to the opinion that as a rule it is indifferent, peevish and truculent. Consolidate all these qualifying considerations and the result is that a heavy dis count on the score of productior must be made on their account In short, the Sncingp that the ibor on farms this year is about twenty-eight per cent be low nor- mal and that the crop acreage will suffer a reduction not quite 30 severe do not tell the whole tory of reduced farm produc tion—not by ajuzful! The qual- ty of available help n point of ability, attitude and working hours compels another deep cut farm production And there is still another ele- ment to be recognized: The fact hat the heavy end of the farm tude on the work to be done this year must be delivered by old men and men of middle age—the owners of the ; who have decided to stand by the good ship Production and lothe best they can without hired help. These men have been under severe strain of heavy work and yreat anxiety during all the war years and are much exhausted. No man can go through the coun- try and meet the farm owners who are going to stay with the job this year without being impressed with this fact Scores of them express the situation in substantially these terms I’m worn out and would THE SATURDAY EVENING POST WHITE LIGHTS AND A I Continued from Page 17 quit and take things easy this year if I could only get help. But I can’t even hold my own boys on the farm, to say nothing of hiring hands. I’m not much better than half a man this year—but it seems a crime to let good farm land lie entirely idle. Be- sides, it doesn’t seem right to cut produc- tion to the point that makes something like near-starvation for the country seem a possibility —even if the city folks, the work- ers with swollen pay envelopes and the men who employ them, do ride our necks and abuse us for profiteers, when the prices of our products are going down and the cost of all we buy is going up. So I’m going to stay by, work all the crop I can and let the rest slide.” There is one ray of sunshine on the score of offsetting a heavy decline in production: This is the tractor. This is mentioned in every expert analysis of the situation brought in by straw ballot. There can be no doubt that 1920 is the premium year of power farming thus far. Tractors by the hundreds are going on smaller farms than ever before. And in the rolli ng and hilly country of the East and South the farm tractor is being given a generous tryout. If it can make the grade it will be hailed as a public benefactor—and it should be. Then, too, many small farmers of the East and South are straining their resources to buy what they term row implements. This be- cause they recognize that they must do at least twice the work they have done before because they cannot get help. Men must abandon the hoe for the cultivator; they must ride instead of walk—all to the end of covering more ground. And it’s going to be a hard year on the country kids. The old swimming hole and the croquet ground are going to be lone- some during the growing season. The children are going to have to pitch in and help out with the crops as a matter of steady routine instead of occasional sport and exercise. As one farmer puts it: “My big boys, and the grown girl, too, have left the farm for the fleshpots of town. I don’t hold it against them—but it leaves the farm work to mother, myself and the small kids. They'll have to do all they can stand. There’s no other way out—unless we all desert the farm. And I can’t do that be- cause I know that if we stay with it we're going to have at least all the food that we need—and I’m not quite sure we will be certain of that, the way things are going throughout the country, e ven if I get a job in a factory at big wages.” Make no mistake about it, to a very general extent the machinery of farm pro- duction in America is being adjusted to a new speed. It is being set to the capacity of the farm owner, his wife and the kid Suppose that this statement were true of the smaller factories of this country that the lesser shops and factories were about to set back on the basis of operation by the hands of their owners and their younger children? Such a condition would stampede the nation, and the country would ring with the sound of the calamity Yet the nation’s food produced on farms, and the farms of America are, to a very considerab le extent, = gy on the basis of “father and the smaller ¢ for their man power lhe captains of industry and the leaders of labor can put in a Sunday or two to great advantage looking this situation squarely in the face and studying how they can help to ease up a little on the farmer And the editors of city newspapers might get a new slant on their treatment of daily H.C. L. front-page story if they would take a few minutes off from the political drive and attempt to learn what the farmer is up against to-day. Perhaps they might, for instance, help their city readers to under stand that there are few if any dairy farm ers of average capacity who would not be eager to exchange the entire profits on their investment and their own work for the wages of the milk driver who delivers the bottles at their doors together with an explanation that the farmers are getting all the money. The farmer is sick and tired of play- ing the goat and having the grocer, the milkman, the meat-market man, the editor of the metropolitan paper and all the rest of the city push pass the buck to him while he is working about fourteen hours a day—at a fraction of their compensation to keep them in food. Any man who helps to make the city dweller really understand the farmer and the farmer's situation is doing a distinct and timely public service. The rural worm is showing signs of extreme restlessness and anything that will prevent him from turning is very much worth while. It will be a sad day for America when the farmer is prodded to the point of doing a flop——one that will really demon- strate his power. He could make the biggest labor union look sick and futile if he let himself go. But to get back to the big straw ballot on farm production for 1920; There is hardly another state in the Union that presents as graphic a picture of the havoc wrought by industry's raid on agriculture as Ohio. This is because there is carcely a town of any size in the Buckeye State that hasn’t several humming manu facturing plants. Within its borders are hildren”’ LEAN LAIRDER two great steel cities and several that are near-great Its range of manufacture products is amazing and runs from rubbe in all forms to farm implements: from steel ingots to highly fabricated oflice de vices On the other hand, Ohio is a rich ag? cultural state; how rich i appreciated It pioneered the export of fat cattle to England by sending the first carload of Christmas beef to Liverpool for the Yuletide tables of the British aristo crats, and has never relinquished its fone ness for the stall-fed ox of blue-ribbon rank And where beef cattle are fed hogs are in variably found following in their wake he standard of meat animals in Ohio is incommonly high and therefore its thor oughbred breeding stock is sought by the tockmen of the entire country. Its sheep are famous and Ohio ranks high as a wool snot generally produc ing state and consequet tly its mpor tance asa source of raw material for clothing demands consideratior Ina word, Ohi is a state in which agri culture and 1 indu: fed are running the race neck to neck: or at least this what they have been doing until industry was, in the terms of the race track, doped with the pep tonic of inflation Po-das the country districts of Ohio afford a lurid example of what industry can do to farm ing —and consequently tofood production when it cuts loose for man powe! however, Conditions in Ohio A short auto tour through Sheffield township, in Ashtabula County, for ex ample, will show sixteen vacant farm abandoned by farmers who have gone into the towns to work. Some of these are get ting a dollar an hour in the railroad yard On a certain road only two miles long, in the same county, are sixteen farmhouses Only five of them are now occupied by farmers, of whom only two have hired help Two houses on this road are o ipied by ditch diggers, one by a miner, one by a general laborer. Another road in the same school district shows about the same num ber of unfarmed farms. One of the farmer on this road remarked: ‘‘We cannot pro duce at half capacity without help, and that is not to be had.” One might as well tour Ohio with his eyes shut as to count unoccupied farm houses on the theory that thi kind of census is giving him any sound basis for judgment as to the extent to which industry is sapping the productive punch of the farm And this goes for nearly all agri cultural sections in any part of the countrs close to manufacturing towns and cities, to mines and to large public works —_ kind! Wherever this situa tion is found farmhouses within fair idaasdiaiaan tithe ter either by automobile or electric cars are tenanted by factor and plant workers. Many of these houses are occupied by their old owners or by farm bo. who nave hifted their labor but not their residence to the tow: Mar others have lately passed into the ownership of thrifty wage work- ers of foreign birt! In Ashtabula County alone there have lately been 400 trar fer to foreign-born workers o farm-land real estate involving about 19,000 acre Though some of this land will be worked mainly by women and childrer the greater part of it is fairly to be cor idered “a an emergenc’ housing overflow from the crowded industrial centers But let us take the te mony of men on the ground who know the situation at first hand A solid farmer of Trumbull County has this to say a ix miles east of Warre twenty auto loads of men pa my house every morning going » Warren to work They make from five to ten dollars a day for work in the mills and shops, and they cannot make it on the farm There is farm after farm where owners just have a garden and potato patch and keep a cow and go to town to work, as they Continued on Page 130

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THE SATURDAY “The farmer boys are all going they get big pay and old men and cripples The taxes are very The farms are The farmers, mall children work like , and all together do not age. The farmer ha ng the farmer ha e and of the not get as much fora war, but look shoes made of p leather! In one nty young men at ten dollars a farms are idle . Isit at the farmers r dis- cannot get help Pha these if they could es prevailing ffor« y lumber, re fencing at rusts out 1putitup. There is no wi » high prices farm should ) the « ity n him- i to go rm and help t and will not the he Ip and the same as Continued from Page 127 } ! city, where hours. Only on the farr higher. r before a rotten to buy 1S poorest qual- r doe did before the wn to Work of the waye Mudsills of the Social Fabric mb through! farmer is sore ore pl -cut things. But he ing for company. From the notes as I write I could give at least tatements from farmers quite th many of them more so, hould be taken into con- ity man, the man outside ause they indicate most the farmers of America bout as far and as hard loo ‘ and Suy left on e expressior by the agriculture, ibly ut ished a and, kicl le-aged ideration ration, of 3 who had been unmiustaki t and most have been pu as they will lew mont nad i ale and And these ved to tow: \ ’ ( y he left the ubstantial class of farmers. There . he farm! is not an expression from a man who is not depended upon by the Bureau of Crop Esti- as a reliable source of agricultural tion. This means a picked class of er cuts loose in) men. When a man of this sort kicks over rnment acted the the traces and betrays his resentment it is hour day. We well for all concerned to weigh his protest and work even if it happens to be a bit hot and ft oderate ad of striking out his d that he is a crank ay be better to to take the community. { remember, come from most the faurn When leant ‘ ‘ ght dollar a day farm doesn't see mates inform ] eight farn een imn y to go ony or rroul bunch, ra wild rt , les, itm ibout the oO outbre: ow thar nt in reduced food pro- the moderation of the great if expressions gathered from farmers is impressive—especially to n to realize the gravity tuation which thefarmers of America r man ou ing. Here is the testimony of a wants n noney, | ’ highly respected farmer in Williams County f ! t that will bear exami: back to the He says We do ame the young ading this b man for leaving the farms and going to the : reduce the s, when a lal poring man can get from twenty-five a day. Now the 7,000,000 farmers of the Buying High and Selling Low tates, receive the same profit for yur pt e corporati ness , ‘ (,overnme! sto head a gang of eiy ou or : article ey can get the prod t ’ " ‘ who isi d fifteer ir { ifthe pos th men who worke hours atior \ not bl r day and inch hour easy \ l'o ten hours,” dollars a uis ons recelve r ts, then we can cope with them going to 1@ wages they pay, and keep broken-dow! left to where he belor gs, on the e farming t arn have t f the two great activiti of ilked to sa | ult ire and indust ry, are hard dog I erybod tr gt ;OON MOT ] VY adjusted, starv atior Ww the - e. and ¥ ! red of so star American people ervative expressior farmer whose revela ; farm profits should the part of | ned to g All the boys ar * declares hocton County fa t 1] give in the face from ounty rard to} f ought on who are incl farmer has been gettir r expense rtage of farm help, price of , will de- prod ) attle are below the cost i farmer can réalize ugh out of his products to pay same as farming will decline. high K depreciation press i 1 all r I . ot pr nduc dependenc ) rt fe, under t pr er nt labor difficulty ‘ rse than a dog’ industrial neerns, fe. If My ov all tillable land, here at well drained, good black soil, no better ar y- Any urof where, fa rmed with modern ma hinery, last Ohio tem- year has paid me a salary of $278, after declaring a dividend of five per with atior I am not going to pay t dollars a day this year for all I ean and work twelve a day, but I can’t afford ‘ farm of 190 acres, perature oO } rm oul ave no cent trouble in of hot mes like aboy from five to eig! For help. I will farm in Portage to fourteen hours no depre Cl example tantial farmer County goes on record with thi EVENING POST to give the results to someone else efter I have furnished brain and brawn. The temper of the farmer has been sorely tried, and yet he is charged with being a profiteer.”’ The following statement from a farmer in Allen County strikes the key to which several hundred other expressions are pitched: “The boys can get more money and shorter hours in the city than on the farm, and you cannot blame them. I have 180 acres of cleared land to farm. I will do the best I can, and the rest will have to go without being worked. Lots of farmers say they will farm what they can, and the rest will have to go without being farmed. They will pasture the unworked fields. They say they can stand it if the city can do without the farm products.” Here is another in the same tenor, from Hancock County: “‘The marked decrease of production for 1920 will be caused by the the poor quality and the excessive of labor. Farmers are expecting to farm just what they can take care of them- They expect to get less for their products, with same or greater expense than heretofore, so they will keep expenses down even if they raise less crops. Farmers are willing to take less for their product but realize they must reduce the cost of crops to do it. Many farms here are not rented as yet. This was never heard of before at this season of the year.” One Hancock County farmer takes a more cheerful view, declaring that the decrease of labor will be compensated for by longer hours and harder work on the part of those who still stick to the job, and by the more extensive use of farm machinery. He con- cludes his statement with the quaint obser- vation that ‘‘We farmers are only the mudsills of the social fabric.” Though I find scores of farmers who agree with him that the greater use of farm ma- chinery this year will act as an appreciable offset to the labor shortage, he is in the minority in the opinion that the farmers intend to work harder than before. Cer- tainly this is true as far as the expressions of their intentions indicate. Where there is one who registers a purpose to put on more steam and work longer hours there are ten who frankly assert that they have been going at third speed throughout the period of the war and that they cannot and will not keep up that artificial pace any longer, but instead they will slow down. Why hundreds of farms will drop into second speed is suggested by this statement from an Ashtabula County farmer: ‘“‘ Lack of sufficient dependable help, excessive wages demanded and increased operating expenses have caused general unrest among farmers. More farmers are selling out this year than ever before. Attractive wages are taking away ninety per cent of the young men on the farms and the ol men remaining on the farms cannot pos- sibly operate them up to 100 percent. They are discouraged and say unless conditions change they will not operate much longer.” searcity, cost selves, in cities A Typical Case Just how industry is sapping the country of the sons of farmers as well as of hired hands is illustrated by this incident in the experience of a farmer in the northeast corner of Ohio. His son is a sturdy man twenty years old, raised on the farm. He and his father are both first-class farm- They have a good farm with improve- ments and stock all paid for. The son was offered good wages to help out in a creamery town for a few wee winter. Later amery company offered him $125 a permanent job, which is about what he can make on the farm in Of course he aconps od. The farmer telling ‘This is true of about all our farm boys. The automobiles hel P to depopulate the country. The family get into the habit of running to town for their amusement, and the next step is to move to town. Noman can serve two masters. The successful farm demands steady attention. There are no eight-hour jobs on the farm.”’ I could fill a page with reports like these from prominent and ieeentah farmers who know their local conditions: ‘Factory development work in this vi- cinity is attracting all available labor by high wages and short hours. In some in- stances common labor is employed at eighty cents an hour; farm teams are hired at a dollar an hour, and contractors comb- ing the country to get more help at these prices. The farm cannot compete with this sort of inflated industrial condition.” -nine ten ks in the cre month on twice favorable This is only one ¢c ase. this story added: years. May 29,1920 near here pays $125 to $200 surrounding me aggre- gating 677 acres have only three men to work them, and one man cannot stand much work. It looks as if the farms in this locality would be worked to about fifty per cent of their capacity.” ‘Young men all going to the city. All old men left on farms are going to produce only for themselves. Unless conditions change, nobody will want to work or farm. Hands will not do anything if h ired. The houses are occupied by people who work in the cities. The women farm the gar dens. Farmers are generally dissatisfied.”’ “On account of labor shortage I have one vacant tenant house and there are three on neighboring farms. Hired hand moved to town and gets seven dollars a day. Can’t compete with factory prices.”’ “Shortage of help is principal cause of the decreased production for 1920. “*A factory a month. Farms The labor situation has become almost de sper ate. No help to be had at any price! The agricultural outlook in U. S. has never looked so dark before from the production standpoint. Hundreds of efficient men and boys skilled in farming and stock raising have gone to the cities. Farming to-day is being done by old and middle-aged men in most communities.” “The main reason for the production drop is the high price of labor. Men ask a dollar an hour. Farmers will work what land they can alone and let the rest lie idle.”’ “Greatest cause of decreased productior is the high cost and scarcity of labor. One man who owns 140 acres near me intends cropping about fifteen acres and pasturing remainder. I expect to leave fifteen to twenty acres unti lled out of ninety.” “Da 1irying is the specialty in this locality and labor will not milk and care for cow for less than sixty to eighty dollars a mont} room and board, and several are quitting dairy farming on this account, as no mone) is made with dairy feeds and labor so high.” “High wages and short hours in cities Factories pay from six to eight dollars a day. Many renters have sales and are going to city to work in shops,” Only the Oldsters are Farming “Many men who own small farms work in cities. Farmers will have to let clover and timothy go to seed.” “Oil fields are taking men. Price fixing is unfavorable to farmer. farmer is a good sport, but he wan tsag ambler’s ch: at least. f tie because of aeaet hours Pre high wage Old fathers of farmers are left alon could cite several farmers sixty-five eighty-five years of age left alone on farn of from eighty to 300 acres. The high cost of living is all the farmer hears when h: goes to market with his product. And who is the cause? The farmer! they say. WI does the farmer produce for whic h he car establish his own selling price?’ “T do not think there will be any ma terial change in this locality; however, = crops planted this year may be some what less than last year. “No farm help; nearly all the young mer going to town, where they work eight hours a day. You can’t expect men to work four teen hours on a farm when they can work in town for more money in the rubber and automobile factories, which are willi ig to pay any price to manufacture a luxury, and can sell their product at any price. “Short hours and big wages take every man and boy available for hire off the farm Women and girls the same. This largely diversified farming, with dairyi: leading. It is al y ; procure help. Farmers all are doing what they can themselves and will have to let the rest go. Any kind of decent help car get five to eight dollars a day in other kinds of work. It seems as if a cris ot far off unless conditions change. Personally we are leaving a fine sugar camp idle on account of labor. Equipme nt, fuel and everythi ready, and no chance to hire. Sen round here are sick of working themselves and families twelve to sixteen hours a day in order to feed six-hour and eight-hour organized labor and allied e apleedete, and then take all the kicks for H. This should be sufficient at to force the city dweller to the conclusion that there is going to be decidedly less food produced than last year, and that those who have been branding the farmer as a profiteer will do well to put a bridle on their tongues before this patient tiller of (Continued on Page 133) The section 1 solute impossible SIST

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(Continued from Page 130) the soil is goaded io exert his power to compel proper respect and a decent profit. He can do both—and with a vengeance, too!—if he is pushed far enough. He will not go to ret aliatory extremes, because he is too patriotic, too human and too good a citizen to impose hunger and famine on the men, women and children of his country. But all the same it is well not to push any unnecessary prods into him. And perhaps it might be a sensible and prudent plan to give a little serious thought to his prob- lem—which is bound to be your problem in the end—to the purpose of at least under- standing him, possibly ef helping him. Also it should be remembered that Ohio does not present a novel situation; to the contrary, its conditions are highly typical of many other states where agriculture and industry stand shoulder to shoulder in double harness and crowd each other over the wagon pole. The Ohiosituation has been presented in such detail because it is highly representative of that found elsewhere Before ‘lismissing the Buckeye State from the witness chair it is well to have the analysis of an expert on the situation as a whole. W. F. Callander, field agent and chief of the crop-reporting service for Ohio, makes these observations: “With a prospective reduction of eight per cent in the total acreage in crops in the state this year compared to last, or about 900,000 acres, and a reduction in the num- ber of men and boys working on farms of about ten per cent in one year, the agricul- tural situation in Ohio, so far as crop pro- duction is concerned, is not very bright. It will require an unusually favorable spring for farm work and a fine growing season to bring our total crop production up to any- where near the average ‘The reduction in crop acreage ranges from five per cent in the n orthweste rn and western counties to thirteen per cent in the eastern and southeastern counties. Prac- tically every report out of 1000 received from our crop correspon Jents indicates a serious shortage of labor, due to the keen demand for men at high wages and short hours in the cities and towns as well as on public construction work, such as roads and in the mines. Many sections are reported to be practically stripped of young people. Most of the correspondents contend that the farmers cannot safely pay the high wages demanded, even where it is possible to secure men, because of the unsatisfac- tory livestock - ‘es and the uncertain market: for other The Field Agent's Report “The reports show that farm wages, where it has been possi to hire men, have already increa wenty-two per cent over last year. An ut ial number of tenant farmers have sold out this spring and moved to town. Many of the corre- spondents take rather a gloomy view of the situation, while others are more hopeful and are undertaking to meet the labor shortage by the use of more machinery, larger units and tractors. This is evidenced by the fact that the reduction in acreage in sections where tractors can be used tb advantage is very much less in proportion than the re- duction in men and boys working on the farms. “The sections most seriously affected are those surrounding manufacturing towns and mines and on the less productive soils of the southeast. The number of vacant houses on farms has increased four per cent over last year, according to our corre- spondents. The increase would be very much | larger were it not for the fact that all vacant houses within driving distance of the cities and towns are reported as being occupied by mechanics and others working in the shops and factories and on public construction work, who drive back and forth to work every day. Many reporters cited instances of farm boys still remaining on the farms, but working in the near-by cities and towns at high wages. The eight- hour day and the daylight-saving plan were severely criticized by many. “The acreage of wheat which was sown last fall was materially less than the pre- vious year, and recent reports indicate ex- tensive winterkilling and damage from Hessian fly in some sections, which will still further reduce the crop. Some of this land cannot be sown to other crops this spring, simply because the labor to do it is not available. It will be seeded to grass and allowed to stand. Hundreds of the reporters make the statement that the farmer will do what he can himself and let the rest go into pasture or allow the land to stand idle. ‘The situation, I believe, is really serious and deserves the careful consideration and thought of all persons interested in the continued dev elopment of agriculture in the state.’ If this analysis is in fault at all it would, I believe, be so on the score of ultraconserv- atism. It is based on the careful examina- tion of reports from some 1500 correspon- dents—one from nearly every township in the state. Reverse the flight of Eliza and cross the Ohio into Kentucky and take a look at con- ditions there, where factories are not nearly so numerous and industry does not crowd agriculture so closely. Here is the view of Field Agent Bryant after digesting hun- dreds of reports from his men in Kentucky and West Virginia: “Farmers in Kentucky and West Vir- ginia are going to continue working long hours and doing their level best, but, when labor is not to be had and losses on live- stock are heavy, production simply cannot be kept up to the wartime level.” An Unedited Letter “Undoubtedly there is going to be a noticeable cut in production both of crops and of livestock, but in regard to Kentucky and West Virginia please bear in mind the fundamental, outstanding facts that the farmers are doing all they can; that they are not trying willfully to cut down the food supply; that they are not trying to reduce their long hours of labor, and that what they say is expressed almost invariably without the slightest animus toward any other class. They simply state the facts dispassionately, but so clearly th: at a ¢ hild could understand. “And this is what they say, unani- mously: A large part of the labor has left the farms to get the high wages and short hours offered in other industries. What remains to be hired is indifferent, demands very high wages and loafs on the job. Thus farmers are being forced to raise only what crops and livestock they and their families can produce. The farmers have lost heavily on livestock and some have lost on some crops. “The tobacco-growing farmers of cen- tral Kentucky's burley-tobacco district have just finished marketing a big burley crop at bonanza prices, and a tremendous acreage will be put out this season, thus further reducing the production of food crops and livestock, but the dark-tobacco growers of Western Kentucky have lost heavily on tobacco as well as on livestock. In both Kentucky and West Virginia there is severe criticism of the continued boosting of prices on clothing, machinery, fertilizers, farm equipment, retail prices of meats and all manufactured goods, when farmers’ products, especially livestock, are getting cheaper. “The farmers cannot see any good reason why they should be asked to work longer hours to produce more and cheaper food for people in towns who insist on taking shorter hours, bigger profits and producing less or higher-priced mi inufac tured goods for the farmers as well as others. They say they see no real reason why prices on farm- ers’ products should be going down and the prices they have to pay for manufactured goods of every kind steadily boosted, nor why livestock should be cheaper and retail meat prices higher. Why not all come down together? Why not everybody work longer hours and produce more and cheaper manufactured goods as well as crops? “Criticism of Congress’ failure to ratify the treaty is sharp. Livestock and dark- tobacco growers seem to think the de- moralization of exchange and_ livestock markets, loss of foreign meat products and tobacco markets, and consequent slumps in prices to farmers, are due largely to Congress’ refusal to ratify the treaty.” Most of the farmers, according to Mr. Bryant, express all these things without animus or heat, but occasionally some ex- press their views very picturesquely. For example: From Caldwell County, western Kentucky, a group of farmers sent a thirteen-page letter expressing their “bitter feeling against present conditions, and without some change in the prices of what the farmer sells and what he buys we will have to quit the farms and go to public THE SATURDAY EVENING POST works or other occupations. Hogs have declined in price until farmers cannot af- ford to feed them—yet when we go to the butcher or grocer to buy a piece of bacon or pork it is going up every day. The same with cattle! Tobacco has dropped below cost of production, and all buyers called in. . . . Will these same men’’—the Senate—‘“‘who refused to sign the Peace Treaty betray the trust and confidence their people have put in them, while the farmers, their wives and children suffer We are told by big politics that we must remember we have had a war and it takes time to adjust things. We remember that, and we also remember it has been nearly eighteen months since the armistice, and nothing done yet. And we remember again that there was drafted at Versailles a Peace Treaty, and it has been before the Senate lo! these many months; and nothing done there, either. And all this failure to adjust things is falling on the farmer. This treaty would at least open better trade and help much. I believe we have a farmers’ friend for Secretary of Agriculture and that he will help the farmer if Congress will help him to do it.” Here is a letter that would lose much of its significance as an indication of the writer's feelings if it were softened with the touch of the blue pencil. Let it stand, as is. From Union County, a very rich western Kentucky district, a farmer writes: ‘ Farm- ers generally are disgusted and don’t give a darn whether theysavea pig oracalfor plant oats or any spring seeding. The fact of the matter is they have all but assumed the at- titude of certain labor organizations, ‘The public be damned!’ The general sentiment is to raise what one wants for oneself and let the other fellow do the same or ‘go to hell’ as they express it. I hate to see it, but we must face the music. Union County, that usually produces about 500,000 bushels of wheat, won't have enough next summer to feed the city sparrows. Some prospect for the fellows who don't like corn bread!’ From Daviess County, western Ken- tucky, a farmer writes: ‘‘Too much labor cultivating the hookworm.” Another man who owns several farms and a big implement, seed and hardware busi- ness, says in parts of a long letter: ‘ Poor wheat crop on fifty per cent acreage. Not over twenty-five per cent usual acreage of clover sown, seed too high; not more than fifty to sixty per cent livestock production. Tobacco and livestock losing propositions. General tendency among old farmers who made money during the war to move to town. Men who have been in the war are not looking for farm work but are going to manufacturing towns. I feel that Unele Sam should do something to mend these matters. Lam planning to sell all my farms as | am not making enough on them to run them.” A farmer in Barren Coun » Ker ucky says: “ Labor, fertilizer and machinery and equipment about same price as 1919 but farmers are not buying. They will use what they have or do without.” From Oldham County, north-central Kentucky, a farmer writes: “‘The less a farmer has to sell the better off he is, as crops ar 1 stock are sold at a loss. This farmer says ‘What's the use?’ Eastern Kentucky farmers all complain of heavy losses of labor, which has gone to towns, public works, coal and oil field The Goat for the H.C. L A farmer in Marshall County, West Virginia, says: “The farmer cannot pay more than three or four dollars a day, but the mills and other industries pay five and ten dollars. Besides, the farmer is laboring under too many handicaps besides wages, and somebody will sure have to get off his neck if he is to feed the people.” From Cabell County, southwestern West Virginia, a railler writes: ‘ ‘Farmers say what is the use to raise food? Every- body is knocking the farmer and making him the goat for the H. C. L., and nothing done to bring down prices of the stuff the farmer has to buy. Nails ten cents a pound, and so forth. Everything advanced.”” And a farmer from the same county says: ‘‘ Ten- dency to cut down, owing to demands of labor, and to go slow to see what will develop.” A Mason County, west-central West Virginia, farmer writes: ‘‘Farmers can’t understand why everything they have to sell should be coming down while all imple- ments and hardware are going up. Wire fence out of sight.” northern 133 From Fayette County, south-central West Virginia, a farmer writes: ‘‘ Good farm- ers selling out in Greenbrier, Monroe and Fayette Counties. All able-bodied labor one, only old men, women and children eft. Decisive decrease in production of both grain and livestock. If same condi- tion is general shortage of food will be great and may not be enough to go round.”’ Now take a survey of conditions to the north of Ohio, in Michigan, with its mod- ern industrial miracle of Detroit and its thousands of acres of undeveloped lands, where the pioneer is still pioneering as did the men of the Western Reserve. One of the most illuminating summaries of a state situation comes from V. H. Church, the field agent of Michigan. He certainly hands the city dwellers an earful: “Tt is said that eighty per cent of the farmers of this state are past fifty years of age. Many of these men possess farms ranging from 100 to 400 acres, and many also have sons, but the sons are mostly in the cities making automobiles and enjoying the bright lights, leaving the old man to handle the farm as best he can. He cannot afford to hire at prevailing wages the poor quality of help obtainable, so he says he will till what he can alone and let the rest lay idle. A farmer correspondent this week writes: ‘Most farmers are doing what little they can and letting the rest go hang. In other words, they would just as soon see some of the boys who have gone to town get a little hungry.’ This is fast becoming the prevailing sentiment. ‘Not only are many of the oecupied farms only partially tilled but the rate at which farms are becoming absolutely abandoned is becoming alarming. One farmer told me recently that there were fifty abandoned farms in his neighborhood, many of which the owners had left within the past few months. Though the aban- donment is’ naturally greatest in the poorer districts no county is exempt, and many good farms will remain idle this year as the owners cannot or will not work them, and share tenants cannot be found. This abandonment became very noticeable to me two years ago while traveling over the state with an automobile. Since then the abandonment has increased rapidly.” The Situation in Michigan “Tt is said that the number of farm auctions is far greater this spring than ever before, but I have not verified this state- ment. It is a fact that secondhand farm machinery is much cheaper than in recent years, indicating that the supply exceeds the demand and that the farm auctions are of people going from the farms rather than the usual spring move from farm to farm. “Though farm lands in the United States show an average increase in value of twenty-one per cent during the past year, Michigan lands have advanced but five per cent. This may be attributed to our rapid industrial growth at the expense of our agriculture, and the consequent forcing of a large amount of farm lands onto the mar- ket within a relatively short time.” Because the most completely insulated city dweller knows that Kansas is a great crop state, it is well to take that generously cartooned commonwealth under rather thor- ough consideration as a means of command- ing the attention of those urbanites who have a notion that most of the corn and wheat of America—to say nothing of the whiskers —are raised in Kansas After much travel and the examination of hundreds of letters and telegrams from all sections of the commonwealth Edward C. Paxton, field agent of the state, sketches his conclusions on the Kansas situation in these words: “Kansas farmers are not intentionally reducing the acreage of their crops in order to decrease the supply and force higher prices; but some reduction will take place this summer, forced by economic cond tions and the physical impossibility of per- forming the necessary labor. Farm labor, where obtainable, is prohibitive in price, and the tendency is to reduce ac reage to the point where the necessary labor can be performed by the farmer and his own family, or by a neighborhood exchange of work “The present indication is that larger acreages are being planted this spring than the present or prospective labor supply (Continued on Page 137)

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, es (Continued from Page 133) will be able to harvest. Farm wages are considerably higher than a year ago both by day and month. Machinery seems to be no higher than last year, in some cases actually lower. Empty houses are no more numerous on farms than usual. Few if any farms in the eastern two-thirds of state will actually lie idle, the nature of crops pro- duced being changed to accommodate pro- duction to present economic conditions.” This is the carefully phrased expression of an expert dealing with a state-wide situation. When I read it I found myself asking this question: ‘“‘But what do the farmers of Kansas say—the men whose attitude this field agent is trying to re- flect?”’ Then I took means to answer that question. And it would be well worth the while of every chamber-of-commerce presi- dent in the country, every big employer of laber, to take a swing round the circle in fertile Kansas, which is almost exclusively an agricultural state, and listen to what these food producers have to say. FE. W. Albright, out in Thomas County, apparently is not a natural alarmist, yet he declares: ‘‘An alarming condition is upon us. Labor is leaving the farm for other employment at high wages. Farmers are curtailing operations which have been a loss. I have completely abandoned 1000 acres because I cannot hire help and oper- ate the tract at a profit.” Up in Atchison County, in the northeast corner of the state, C. R. Miller is reckoned as one of the best-posted farmers of his section ‘Farmers are doing things,” says Mr. Miller, ‘‘to get rid of the hired man. He wants to work eight hours and get five dol- lars a day, and is keen on looking for pay day and quitting time. I think the majority of farmers will do what they can and let the rest go. The young fellows all want to get totown; they don’t want to stay on the farm; they get their pay Saturday night, and Monday morning they have no money left. The condition of the farmer does not look good.” George E. Pingree, of Franklin County, takes few words in which to sketch the farmers’ plight in his locality; but he draws the picture! “There is only one hired man working on the farms in my township. There is no demand for farm labor as it would do no good to ‘demand’ it—for there is no farm help to be had.” In Anderson County, the county just south of Franklin, is an ex-farmer who de- clares himself an example of what is bound to happen to scores of his old farm neigh- bors and acquaintances if the present situa- tion is not speedily relieved. He is B. F. Ecord, and his testimonial is as follows: ‘“‘I was driven from the farm over a year ago for the want of help. It was, and still is, so high and scarce that farmers cannot afford to pay the prices if they could get the help. I don’t believe there is one brood sow to where there were ten last year. Laborers want an eight- hour day, and farmers have to work sixteen hours in order to make a go of it at all, and they are discouraged and say they are not going to try to tend more than what they can work themselves; they will let the rest lie idle. They will farm just enough to make a living for themselves until there is some change. One can’t blame farmers for not raising hogs. They can’t get but $1.12 a bushel for their corn when fed to hogs, and have to pay $1.60 for it. I fed eighty head of cattle last year that lost me forty dollars a head, which is not very encouraging. I also fed 500 head of hogs and don’t want any more of it in mine until there is a change, and a big one, in the condition of things!” The Farm Help Ali Ride Down in Barber County, H. E. Stout ean’t see any bright lights ahead for the food supply of this county. He insists that “the way everything is pointing now, this great United States will be a nonsupporting country. The wages paid in the towns and cities naturally drain the country of labor. It seems to me this great Government is giving the workingman everything he asks. Wage workers seem to think they will re- adjust prices in such a way as indirectly to put the farmer out of business by putting the price of his products down and allowing the factories such profitable business that they can pay a price that no farmer or stockman can possibly meet.” THE SATURDAY In Marshall County, up against the north line of the state, the same idea as to the hired-help problem prevails. Mr. M. Z. Chambers tersely expresses the senti- ment of his locality in a sentence or two: “We have quit using any such animal as a farm laborer. It can’t be made to pay, so if we can’t do the work ourselves we let it go.” If you take a sample out of Nemaha County you will not get much by way of variety. Here is the summary offered by R. N. Monroe: “It is next to impossible to get a man to work by the month at farm work. Not one farmer in five who hired steady help before the war has a man at present, and if he could get one he could not afford to pay the wage asked.” On the score of what Kansas farmers are actually paying for hired help, here are a few terse expressions: J. H. Wilson, of Smith County, declares: ‘‘Common farm labor gets seventy-five dollars and board by the month or five dollars a day and board by the day. They use all riding tools. All the help we can get at these wages is very poor help and do practically no walking whatever.” Homer Kennett, of Cloud County, sums up the situation with the statement: “ Farm labor is nearly a cipher. The farmer him- self is about all there is to it unless his family contains members who are able to work and have not yet cleared out for the city or the town.” The Story of the Maps S. O. Harrell, of Pottawatomie County, says farm hands there are demanding seventy-five to $100 a month and board. Perhaps you might search the state and not find a more moderate and adequate sketch of the situation than that given by Charlie Kendall, of Stafford County, who says: ‘‘Farmers are adjusting themselves to labor conditions. We can tend about so much land and not expect to hire help, so we are trying to do that. Thus acreage comes down, but expenses also come down We can count on some help but only in ex- cessive demand periods. The demand for labor is still here, but prices and the grade of labor make it most prohibitive as a regular commodity. Labor being so scarce, laborers ask unreasonable prices for the services rendered.” Field Agent Paxton has placed before me two maps of Kansas which tell a decidedly interesting story. One has each county marked with the average harvest wage paid in 1918, the other with the wage for harvest hands in 1919. Glancing at the center of the map I see that in 1918 Barton, Rice, Stafford, Pawnee and Edwards counties paid five dollars a day, and Rush $5.25 Turning to the other map I find that the harvest score for these counties ran seven dollars excepting Rice, which paid $6.50, and Pawnee, six dollars. Rawlins and Thomas paid four dollars in 1918 and seven dollars in 1919. In Trego, Russell and Ellsworth counties the wage of the harvest hand jumped from $4.50 to $7.50. Ellis raised from $4.75 to seven dollars, Hodgeman from $4.75 to $6.50, and Sheridan from $4.50 to seven dollars Unless the farm-labor situation shows unexpected relief before the next harvest it would seem probable that the hand who pulls down less than ten dollars a day and keep will call himself out of luck. Looking this prospect squarely in the face, is it any wonder that Kansas farmers are curtailing their wheat acreage because of fears that they may not be able to harvest what they would like to sow—or that Field Agent -’axton believes that more wheat will be sown than can be harvested? When the consumer kicks on the price of a sack of flour it might be well to recall these harvest prices in Kansas. And remember, too, that wages do not constitute all of the harvest expense. Far from it! For ex- ample, here is the experience of > Alexander, of Gray County. Hesays: “ Prospects fora yield of twenty bushels an acre were good June twentieth. Immediately after that the grasshoppers took charge and owing to impossibility of getting help to harvest until late, they took ninety per cent before it was in stack. I estimated my crop at 5000 bushels before the grasshoppers took charge, but I only harvested 225 acres as the balance was stripped of grain by that time. Owing to the prohibition of low rates for harvest help, farmers were delayed in harvest one to two weeks and had to pay seven to eight dollars a day and railroad fare averaging EVENING POST ten dollars each for hands. In the mean- time the hoppers worked merrily away. I threshed 520 bushels of wheat, not enough to pay harvest and threshing expense. | was out about $2000 for plowing and seed- ing, to say nothing of the use of the land Also, remember, we are only getting $1.92 to $1.96 for fifty-three-test wheat. I de- cided to cut down my acreage, and most of my neighbors are doing the same. We are getting tired of working sixteen hours a day for nothing a day and paying six to eight dollars for harvest help to shirk eight or nine hours a day.” Testimonials in tune with this could be multiplied almost indefinitely in almost any county of “‘ Bleeding Kansas’’—but this is enough to indicate that grasshoppers, rail- road regulations — the roads were then under administration of the Government —and the opportunist harvest hand all put a crimp in the farmer and wrote the history of his wheat operation in red ink. The average city consumer has a notion that all gambling with relation to wheat is done on the board of trade. He is entitled to another guess. Ask the farmer! This will close the chapter for Kansas the farmers of which are popularly sup- posed by a large class of city dwellers to drive only twelve-cylinder ears and to spend their winters at Palm Beach, Cali- fornia or Cuba How about the South—the real South, where the labor situation is modified by two elements peculiar to that region —cotton and the negro? With cotton at a sensa tional price and the boll-weevil raiding new districts, a different tenor to the returns might naturally be expected Frank Parker, director of the North Carolina crop-reporting service, says that he bases his findings on a careful examina- tion of about 500 individual reports and field trips into fourteen counties and that the net of these researches may be summar- ized in this brief paragraph: “Expected crop acreage, basis 487 re- ports: Wheat 89, hay 98, tobacco 114, oats 94, cotton 101, soybeans 102; average 99; labor supply &9. Attitude of farmers un- certainty, discouragement, high costs, low returns, labor competition dispiriting, ma- chinery fourth higher. Empty houses are numerous.” ‘““Many young men,” he added, “are working in urban trades but continue to live with their parents. Some houses are empty, but generally the farmhouses are filled, owing to the lack of housing facili- ties in the towns and the fact that for four years no building has been done. There is an undoubted shortage of labor and a great increase in wages. Though a pessimistic feeling is general, the situation is far better than might appear. However, it would not be wise to drive the farming class any closer to the wall or there may be some serious trouble.” Ham and Eggs Soar Here are some of the remarks of North Carolina farmers that are too terse, snappy and significant to be omitted “Labor will not listen to us farmers— the industrial whistles have the louder calls.” “Somebody is going to get hungry some of these days. Possibly labor is riding about in its automobiles and working only part of the time.” “We are farming with our women and children; the young men have left.” “Farmers can't make crops with short hours of Jabor—that job takes full days.’ “Wheh the towns get overloaded and food is short perhaps labor will drift back to the farms again.” “Labor is not so scarce as it is indifferent and high.” “Too many nonproducers at the ‘pie counter’ telling folks how!” “I took some eggs and some hams into town and received thirty cents a dozen for the eggs and thirty cents a pound for the hams. I bought my dinner in a café and was served two eggs and a taste of sorry ham. The bill was sixty cents, and I left hungrier than I was when I entered.” “A late spring, a wet soil and no labor make a poor outlook for farming.” ‘Farming near the resorts is out of the question. Loafers on the golf links get three dollars to six dollars a day.” The survey in South Carolina brings out a note of cheer. Field Agent B. B. Hare makes this significant observation ‘It is true that a number of farm laborers have left during the last year or so and gone 137 to towns and cities for increased wages, but many of them did not find conditions as satisfactory as they expected, and there- fore returned. Farm labor, as a rule, cannot command maximum prices in industrial work without some experience. Some were therefore disappointed at the wages re ceived. Others found the cost of living much higher than they expected and after the novelty of the change had worn off it was not a hard matter for a number of them to drift back to the farm, especially when cotton is selling at forty cents a pound. “Therefore, there has been a_ limited movement from town and factory to the farm. In my opinion the movement from the farm is practically offset by the return to farm, especially if we take into considera tion the number of children on the farm becoming old enough each year to take part in farm work. It is not unusual to see new tenant houses being erected throughout the country; it is a rare thing to find a habit- able one vacant.” A Bit of Optimism “Wages for farm labor have increased about twenty-five per cent over last year The price of farm implements and ma chinery indicates an increase of about ten per cent, while the price of farm work stock shows an increase of about fifteen per cent ‘It should be remembered that in addi- tion to wages paid farm labor, the landlord furnishes living quarters, wood, pasture for a pig and cow and usually land, fertilizers, seed, and so on for vegetable garden in ad dition to potato, sweet potato and melon patches, all of which are usually considered in determining the wages for farm labor “With approximately the same amount of farm labor, a great quantity of improved farm machinery and as great or greater use of commercial fertilizers, | see no reason, other things being favorable, why the total production of crops in South Carolina should not be as large this year as in former years It is to be hoped that the farmers and farm laborers of this state who are going back to the farms, after having discovered that the pay in the industrial envelope is not all net gain and that the perquisite of virtually free living on the farm has a big cash value, are going to take rank as the bellwethers of a national movement—-for surely South Carolina has no monopoly on common sense so far as country population is concerned From W. L. Pryor, cotton-crop specialist of Georgia, comes an observation which lends variety to the general tenor of the straw vote: ‘Georgia farmers are generally satisfied with prices being received for most crops they have to sell. The high prices prevail ing for things they have to buy has induced many of them to attempt to grow every thing possible for use at home, for example, small patches of upland rice in sections where it has not been grown before. But for the unfavorable start occasioned b: winter and spring rains and the acute shortness and high price of farm labor in most sections, there would have been in creases in nearly all staple crops. Ar increase under such conditions, thoug high prices are a great incentive, is hardly possible. The farmer and his family will devote their time and best land to the staple crops, the remainder will be planted to crops requiring but little work to culti- vate and harvest or will be pastured. More and a better grade of fertilizer will be used on the crop planted, in the hope ol making as large or a larger crop on a re duced acreage. In most parts of Georgia no studied attempt will be made to reduce the acreage of any staple crops this year ‘‘In those areas where the weevils have done the most damage, many of the tenant farmers— mostly colored cotton farmers have gone north or to the cities, where higher wages are offered by industrial plants. In other sections labor seems to be more or less plentiful, but hands demand higher pay and are less efficient, many of them working only five and a half days a week or less. Some farmers state that only the old, the very young and the women are available for hired labor, the able-bodied young men having gone to the.cities, where the hours are shorter, pay better and there is a chance of entertainment; or else they have gone to the sawmills or turpentine orchards. As against this, some report (Continued on Page 141

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_—— (Continued from Page 137 that the returned soldiers who were not ready to work last year have many of them married and settled down on the farm. Comment is general that farmers cannot compete with sawmills, the railroads, in- dustrial plants and turpentine people, who ure paying more than the farmer can risk.’ There is an occasional chance for a smile in the returns from this straw vote. One Georgia farmer declares that prohibition has driven the help from the farms; but he fails to chart the oasis to which the farm hands have fled fer relief. A woman attrib- utes the local high price of labor to the fact that the men in her neighborhood will not work but spend all of their time either fishing or making moonshine whisky. Virginia, in the opinion of Field Agent Henry M. Taylor, shows a probable reduc- tion in cultivated acreage of nine per cent under last year; an advance in the cost of labor of twenty per cent, of eighteen per cent for farm machinery, with about five per cent more empty farmhouses. One of his farmer reporters in Orange County makes this significant observation: ‘I cannot make a report on farm-labor supply, because there isn’t any. Out of sixteen farms round me only five have been able to secure year help. The rest of us have the promise of one or two day hands when not in their own little patch or on rented land The situation here is serious, as all the young help is going north. They claim they are getting seven dollars a day in the steel works. So you see while our stuff is redue- ng in price we cannot pay these wages.” A Wythe County man says: “The pres- ent price of livestock and grain and the high cost of labor have about ruined the farmers in this county Livestock and grain must go higher or we will have to stop farming.” An echo of the ten-per-cent-plus policy of the Government in war industries comes from a Princess Anne County farmer, who says: ‘‘Decrease in production due to shortage of labor, high wages and _ short hours. The U.S. Government has poisoned labor by setting the eight-hour day and paying such fabulous prices.”’ Reports from the tobacco counties it this state are fairly bathed in sunshine The high prices of the filthy weed and the insatiable demand for it have focused in tensive effort on this crop regardless of labor costs wherever it can be grown Now take a glance at the Central South ern States. Field Agent J. A. Ramey, of Mississippi, tells me: “‘The farm-labor supply is more nearly adequate in the delta than in other sections, attracted there by the good yield and high prices of cotton in that section last year. Corn, cotton and alfalfa are the only crops grown there to any appreciable extent. About seventy-five per cent of the total acreage of that section is usually devoted to cotton. The cotton percentage will be higher this year “Eighty-five per cent of the farmers of the state desired to increase their acreage of all crops. This desire was thwarted by the scarcity and high price of farm labor Other industries are paying from three t five dollars a day for commor Farn ers cannot pay so much at prevailing price for their products.” Indifference and Inefficiency His comment on the quality of available farm labor is in tune with the chorus from all other sections of the country, North and South. On this point he says: ‘‘The wage paid to farm labor as compared with a few years ago does not represent its true cost, nor does the number of laborers on the farm indicate the productive capacity of the farms as it did a few years ago. The more able-bodied laborers have gone to the more profitable jobs, leaving mostly the old, young and weakly on the farms. These demand fewer hours a day, are generally indifferent and inefficient, and produce less.”’ Louisiana reports an increase of farm wages to the extent of twenty-five to thirty per cent As power machinery 1 largely used in the rice and sugar-cane fields of the southern section of the state, the supply of labor is almost adequate, espe- cially as high rice and sugar prices enable the planters to pay competitive wages. In the northwest section of the state workers in the oil fields receive larger wages than farm- ers can afford to pay, resulting in marked hortage of labor on farms in that Ss locality and a general decreased production of farm ‘ rops According to Field Agent F. W. Gist, of Alabama, his state shows the following prospects for 1920: Probable food and feed crop produc- tion compared with last year, 95 per cent. Probable cotton production compared with last vear, 102 per cent. Probable livestock production compared with last year, 95 per cent. Present cost of farm supplies com- pared with one year ago, 122 per cent Present rate of farm wages compared with a year ago, 124 per cent. The chief cause of intended reduction of production is uni- versally stated to be shortage of labor due to higher wages in other lines and the presence of a greater number of idlers than usual.” His comments on the score of loafers are illuminating. He declares: ‘The mention of a larger number of idlers is not without cause. We must in this connection lay aside the disposition to moralize on theo- retic phases of labor economics and recog- nize the actual conditions confronting the Southern farmer. The great majority of farm laborers and tenants— the words mean the same thing with us— are negroes. The negro has not progressed away from his natural tendency to be satisfied with a mere living and to idleness beyond that point. Theresult is that high wages, bevond a certain point, are to him a disadvan- tage, in that they result in increased idle- ness. As an example: With a wage of five dollars a day he will work three days and loaf four; with a wage of three dollars he will work four days and loaf three; with a wage of two dollars he will work five and one-half days. When a full week’s wage is necessary for his living he will work a full weel r and not under any other s« ale! The higher wages in industrial establishments, therefore, constitute a magnet wl ch the farm cannot resist Arkansas Comments “Another serious tendency with the negro is toward extravagant expenditures of any surplus earnings which he may pos sibly secure. Merchants know this tendency and are tempted to fix prices aceordingly. This not only dissipates his earnings but increases the burden of the frugal wage earner.” This keen observer also offers the pert nent comment: ** Recognition of the tempt- ing wages offered by other industries universal and is based on positive fact cannot pay wage equivalent to those offered by industrial establishments Workers are not ine fact that living expenses on the farm : ined to recognize the are commensurately lower than in industrial communitie and the higher wage scale draws them irresistibly, regardle of the higher cost of living which goes with the surrounding higher wages Arkansas returns on the straw vote can eonditior not be passed without comment Field Agent Charles Bouton says In 7 7 t ¢ eral sectior of the ite lear is being expressed that considerable land will have to lay out thi ear because of shortage of renters. The acreage of cotton, strawberries, tree fruits, and possibly rice, is being in reased, but at the expense of other crop In a few places new land being cleared and put in cultivation, but t! rare, Our last legislature appropriated $108,000,000 for road building in Arkansas. The labor hort in most cases to higher wages public work h as road building, accounts more than anything else for the decreased production.” Here is a little symposium of expression from Arkansas farmers who see a slow-down in production and suggest its cause “Labor shortage due to higher wages tr pul work.” ‘*No one to rent land.” “Uncertainty in price of farm product for next year, with high price of feed.” “Workers leaving farms for cities, espe- cially young unmarried mer **Labor in hill sections has moved to more fertile bottoms.”’ ““Much labor idle round here afer want more than we can afford to pa “Feeling among farmers that they have received unfair treatment in marketing having to pay such exorbitant prices for al commodities, and getting such a sma price for what they sell.”’ “High price of mules, implements, feed seed and labor ‘Shorter hours and higher wages for other work.” THE SATURDAY EVENING POST There are others, however, who take a more cheerful view of the situation. Some of their comments are as follow “More crops of the kinds requiring a minimum of labor will be raised.” ‘More favorable weather; high price of products.” : “New land to be put in cultivation.” “High prices expected for cotton.” “Forty-cent cotton!” ‘Land cleared and more drainage.” “High price of cotton; everyone want part of profits, having lost in past from stock and feed crops os Not much shortage of labor except seasonal.” “Everybody wants to see more feed stuff.”’ ‘Low prices last year cause farmers t make extra effort in order to pay debts.”’ Missouri reports: “A decrease of forty per cent on wheat, due partly to labor shortage, more to the weather corn in crease in most of state but will be short of the usual year 500,000 acre Situation due to labor shortage and partly to high Wages, Causing increase of hay and pasture acreage with prospect of idle land soutl west, reducing grain and livestock produc tion to family size of operations rather than worry with hired labor “Labor is from ten to thirty-three per cent higher than last year and is asking for more pay and shorter hours. More tenant ‘ar oot more houses vacant; reduction in numl farms continues. Farmers are seedir grass and their slogan is, ‘Buy le and spend less.’”’ Oklahoma, through Field Agent H. H. Schutz, makes this analysis of returns: “There is no sentiment among the farmers in Oklahoma toward cutting production, but rather a desire to plant all they can available. Tenant farm ers, mostly, have been drawn to the oil fields where a man and team are paid twelve dollars a day or six dollars for da labor. There is also great activity in build with what labor ing in towns and cities, and much public work is going on. One seldom sees a new farm building or even new fencing “It is probable that there is no unusual number of empty farm building Price of labor has increased a fourth over last year Farmers are paying $2.50 to five dollars a day and from fifty to sixty-five dollars a month and board poor quality of work. Farm machinery ha risen ten per cent over last year’s price with another raise prom ed. The demand for row implements is double that of former but complain about the years as the farmer is trving to offset the labor shortage by this means.”’ Texas Will Carry On Texas is too big an agricultural state to be pa sed without a heari y I s Johnstor it field agent “a “The attitude of the great bulk of farmers is to do all that is physically possible. Oth cers of certain association peak loudly of proposed reduction, but the noise the make out of a proportion ¢ the ent ment they represent. Their assertions cover what they we Id ke to have happer rather than what will happen; the whole matter resolve elf into ar nd dual problem. In the last anal) a larger tota acreage of al crops than was | ted last year cannot be expected A mit ' ’ crease of seven per cent will be had increase of cotton acre e with po niditie of much more corn will be as full a ist year, pe rhaps greater pring oats norma or above; rice greater than last year; grait orghums a slight decrease, perhap ‘Labor situation vastly improved and laborers now at San Antonio and bor der points coming in to such an extent that Me xXIco t! re uter al toppaye Ka t I Nad now most poori Ippued with lab wages ure not greatl in excess Of la year There is a noticeable lacker ny it labor tension in all fields, also a slight move ment of settlers from East to West Texa Qn the whole, abandoned farms will be ‘ _ considering West Texa The advance t to ter per cer t n farm machinery 1s eig! averaging a kinds, and covers rise in price ' of steel and labor only and ng factor. Inspite of ar a deter contrary, the farmer w not and cannot let his farm lie idle purposely; prices generall are high and are an incentive to plant, and it is beyond dispute that hi individual necessities are | governing consideration ‘Total plantings for all crops for whole state hould approximate ninety per cent of last year. 14! This is ample testimony as to the situa- tion in the South. There are many states in the North presenting phases of peculiar nterest \ Anderson he field agent for Nebraska, gives me an opinion that contributes a note of variety to the situa- tion. He says: “I am of the opinion that the expec ted decrease in ac reage of all crops will be slight and confined largely to the less important farming districts of the tate. Though there is a shortage of farm labor this has been largely overcome through the use of improved machinery that makes it possible for a farmer to do twice the work that was done in past years. Though farm wages are very high, ranging from fifty to $100 a month, this is not as large an item in production as it may seem, for it is not necessary for the average farmer to retain a farm hand for a long period of time. I believe farmers complain more about the unreliability of farm hands than the wages There is dissatisfaction regarding prices which the farmer receives. He feels that he is not getting a just share of what the consumer pays for his produce. There is complaint regarding the drop in prices of livestock last winter, which resulted in loss to the feeder - Food for Thought “Though it is true that there is consider- able dissatisfaction on the part of the farmer I feel sure that he will go the maximum limit of his capacity to produce all that is possible, Probably the only exception will be the limiting of the feeding of livestock.” Though by no means devoid of manufac- turing, Minnesota is essentially an agricul- tural state. It might naturally be supposed that in this commonwealth industry would not be crowding its shoulder into the ribs of agriculture with quite so ugly a punch as in tates where manufacture and mining cut i larger figure on the income page. There- fore these statements from farmers who are the backbone of Minnesota's food produc- tion and men of high standing are caleu- lated to give the consumer of farm products olid and disquieting food for thought. From Yellow Medicine County I get this crisp summary of the situatior ‘Laborers isk $100 a month and board. None to be had who will work.” A Fillmore County farmer makes th rather tartling statement “Offers of $100 to $125 a month with board and washing fail to tempt the many idle men who are depending on their state bonus and Federal payments for army service to carry them through the season without work.” Hired help,” declares a Rock County irmer, asking from seventy-five to $125 a month with board and room. This ha esulted in the farmers here cutting down on acreage. Where they farmed 240 acres last year they are farming only 160 a t} vear.”’ Dakota County reports: “ Considerable tage of farm labor. Wages range from eight eto$l00a month, including board and washing 7 Field Agent Paul H. Kirk sketches the , tuatior his state in these term “My nvestigation of the labor supply brings forth an almost unanimous cry that there i a great shortage of farm labor, and also nereasing disgust and indignation from the farmers regarding the attitude of laborer toward work The attractive wage n nearly every city and town of any size with only eight hours’ work have blinded the erst While farm laborer to the nece ity of keep ng up production on the farm Farmer lave been on a nervous strain the last few ears and are in no mind to longer worl ertime themsel ve Consequently, at the present time, their attitude is to plant on the acreage they can handle themselves and to feed and take care of what livestock the now have on hand “Chim dle ol ng wheat for 1919 ir acreage o pring whea or 19] Wi , 950 0005 tt will likely be red ed ten to fifteen per cent Ar mate i ‘ ductior n cor oat Wr potatoe eem likely Probably barle of which we had raised 910,000 acre W bye yht de ereased, and our 320.000 acre of flax w possi pe cut tive t ten per er A.J. Surrat, fieldagent North Dakota ay “| estimate a ten per ce reduct of North Dakota producti ! mi acreape tandpoint compared witt t ‘ Wig to grasshopper eare and i labor Help j insuffiment wt mer farms in the western countic with a ge eral unfavorable financia i Continued on Page 144

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 141) depressive factor. Farm wages are ten to fifteen per cent above last year, with the labor supply about the same. Farm ma- chinery will average about the same as last year in cost. Empty farmhouses not more numerous than usual.” The returns from Illinois indicate a prob- able forced crop reduction, especially in corn; also an apparent reduction in meat animals is intended. The causes given are the high cost and scarcity of labor and fer- tilizer, relative low prices for products, general losses on feeding, high cost of feeds and machinery, labor shortage. The in- crease in wages is twenty per cent, in ma- chinery cost thirty per cent, and there is a twenty-five per cent increase of empty houses Wisconsin's straw vote on the score of production takes on special significance from the fact that it is a premier dairy There is no mistaking the fact that in the fraternity of farm hands milking is regarded as zero-minus in farm jobs. Also it should be remembered that nothing is produced on the farm which is more essen- tial to human health and comfort than are dairy products. Theone perfect food cannot be dispensed with, and when the doorsteps of the urban dwellers cease to be decorated with their customary milk bottles and butter brick a wail will be heard that will be a real calamity howl and not a fake one. ¢ state On the Dairy Farms Field Agent Joseph A. Becker emphasizes the importance of the attitude of the dairy farmers and declares: “‘Of the 308 farmers reporting in this survey twenty-nine per cent estimated an increase, twenty-three per cent estimated no change, forty-eight per cent estimated a decrease in the number of dairy cows that will be milked. The re- cent termination of exportation of con- densed milk from this country is the large factor in the farmer’s psychology with regard to the number of cows in his dairy herd. Immediately upon the closing of the foreign market for condensed milk, con- denseries substantially decreased the price paid to producers. This had a natural effect upon the price of milk, butter, cheese and the city milk supply. Farmers are not accustomed to having the price of milk lowered during February and March. These are two of their best months; consequently they are uncertain as to what the future market for milk will be and necessarily feel that they cannot afford to risk high-priced feeds and labor in caring for milk cows with an uncertain market in prospect. The ap- parent increase in the price of dairy feeds over last year is about twenty-two per cent and the wage increase about twenty-seven per cent ‘**As to meat animals, forty-five per cent estimated a decrease and thirty-one per ent said no change. This is a natural reac tion on the part of farmers, on account of the sudden and decided drop in the price of hogs at the leading markets last July. A large hog crop was started in the state last spring n anticipation of a continued favorable price for hogs. These hogs were marketed on the November-to-February market, which farmers claim was lower than the price of production ‘The increase in the cost of farm ma- chinery appears to be about twenty per cent, and nearly all farmers reporting de- clare there will be a large increase in the use of farm machinery to offset the labor hortage.”” One farmer gives this sketch of the dairy situation, which seems a very sensible one: ‘The labor has hit the larger dairies, depending on hired help. The small dairy farmers have been increasing milking herds. I cannot see any increase in the total dairy production this year.” From up in Juneau County, Farmer A. E. Wilcox reports: “‘There are twenty empty farmhouses within two miles of me Farmers are going to road work or the ties to catch the big wages.”’ Roy Chatterton, of Belleville, in Dane County, voices a popular sentiment when he say ‘“Many farmers are completely discouraged by losing $500 and even more yn their hog crop last year after working hard for a full year. It will not take many peats of this experience to cause a first lass famine in the United States.” W. J. Mehleis, of Saint Croix County, makes this pertinent observation: ‘The majority of the calves dropped since Janu- iry 1, 1920, have been vealed or slaughtered at birth, where heretofore they were raised question May 29,1920 and sold as yearlings. One reason for this is that the condensery refuses whole milk; another is that a veal calf brings as mucl at from four to six weeks old as a skim-milk yearling. This will cut down our dairy cows and beef in the near future.” “No houses vacant. People in towns have to move into farmhouses vacant on account of scarcity of city houses,” says Charles Settergren, Baldwin, Saint Croix County. H.C. Taylor, of Rock County, says: “‘ A number of city people are renting available houses in country and autoing to city to work.” Here is a comment by B. M. Smith, of Marinette County, which merits seriou consideration, especially by those who think that the exodus from the farms to industry doesn’t amount to much: “A farmer with whom I dealt the other day had his fourteen-year-old son with him He said: ‘I have six sons; five are in citie working. I cannot ask them to come to the farm, for they are earning from two to four times what they can on the farm or what the farm can afford to pay.’ It is the older and younger people who are producing farn products. “There are many small farms where the farmer himself and older children, if he ha any, are away working. All the farmins that is being done is what the farm wife and small children can do.” Pennsylvania gives a rather pessimisti: report of this tenor: “* Farmers are generally discouraged all over the state and will cut their acreage from five to ten per cent Wages are from ten to twenty per cent higher than last year and no help available; the labor supply is twenty-five per cent less than a year ago. Machinery containing wood is about ten per cent higher. Second hand farm machines at sales are bringing twenty-five to fifty per cent above their cost when new. No more empty house than usual except in isolated districts, a there is a shortage of houses round all i dustrial centers and the tenants work ir mines, mills and on state roads, as the hou: are shorter and wages more than the farn ers can possibly pay.” New England cannot be shut out of any town meeting or straw vote Here is what Field Agent V. A. Sander has to say: ‘Acreage of crops that require much labor will probably show some de crease in favor of other crops that the farmer can care for and harvest with such labor as he can get, doing just as much of his total farm work himself as possible This is true of the feed crops raised for home use. Cash crops that can be sold at a re munerative price even to offset the farm wages and poor labor will tend to equal their acreages of last year. If enough fertilizer arrives in time Aroostook potatoe will probably show about fifteen per cent gain over last year, making a county acre age of round 88,000.” New England Reports “The farmers feel, with what appears to be sufficient cause, not especially ki toward the Federal Government. in treatment of agriculture as an industry They are not disposed to increase produc tion for the benefit of urban populatior which have thus far shown the utmost dis regard for the rights of the rural populatior and have ignored even their own best in terests by reducing the already short hours of labor, by shirking on the job, and by their attitude of indifference to the welfare of the general public. “Farm labor is yet scarce and, with some exceptions, higher in price, It is not very anxious to work on the farm at all. There is perhaps a little more labor available than last year; but its attitude of indifference and its unreliability make it a factor di couraging to farmers. The high wages in manufacturing dur ing the past three year nad! have caused prac tically an exodus from many back und there are undoubtedly more vacant farms now than a cause the city industries can still pay roughly twenty five per cent to forty per more for the labor than can the farmer, and population moves more and more toward the centers.” At a conference in New Bedford, Massa chusetts, on March sixteenth, six men told John D. Willard, director of extension work, personally that they were either cut ting their work to what they could do alone or were not starting any planting this yea The only man in the meeting who had any (Concluded on Page 147) town year ayo, b vent

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ee ae (Concluded from Page 144 surage Was one partner- hip with him and is well equipped with With three sons achines, so that he is fairly independent hired help A farmer of ushnet, Massachusett reports that a man who has worked with him for twenty-seven years has just left to go into a New Bedford silk mill at thirty four dollar Leon S rY of At a week Merrill, directe | vr of agricultur: 1 extension in Maine, makes this impressive immary of conditions in his state: ‘*‘ Pulp mils, cotton, woolen and saw mills are pay- ng from twenty to thirty dollars a week and from four to six dollars a day for labor which formerly was available for farm use. In the Corinna m rough labor is being paid twenty d weel In ollars a Sangerville l know of farmers now earning thirty dol a week in the mill there. At Berwick pra tically the entire supply of farm labor and ome farmers themselves are working at the mill and plan to do so this summer at four dollars a day. In York County the portable sawmills are ig from four to six doll a da Ss he state outside of Aroostook i di tted with these industries they seriously affect its labor situation The usual working day eight hours, and the farmer does not feel that he can com- pete in price and ng hours. The re- sult is that the majority of farmers will do their work alone this season ‘I have just consulted six farmers and asked them how many men they know who formerly | 1 labor but will not hire Their answers revealed that the number of men in their townships who had previously | but would not this Work this year ired help year were In Ssangery lle, ten: in Hollis, five; in Corinna, twenty-five; in Carmel, two; in Readfield, fe and in Newport, fifteen ‘Tractors, milking machines and other labor-savir g devices are helpir g to releve the situation, but these aids cannot entirely replace the scar of human labor.” Connecticut feeling the wage pinch acutely A.W. Manchester f the state exter ” service, Sa\ It estimated that the farms of Connecticut would use at prevail- ing wages 3500 more farm laborers than we have at present Of these approximate 2500 would be needed for the summer only cet-garden sectior 1000 would be used on the general Wit! wage, but maintained commodity price en would be used in the tobacco and mar and farms for year-round worl a lower Farm wages show an advance of tifteen to twenty-five per ent over last year Prevailing wages for month men are sixty dollars to eighty dollars a and board; and seventy to nine 1 ir a month with house rent, milk, fue nd vegetables Day wages are three to $3.50 a day.” From i County, Connecticut comes i There j i general shortage I xr for the general farn The largest number of auction sales of which I have ever known are being held th spring. In many cases the farmer not selling off all | tock but ts reducing t to the point where he ean handle bis business alone. The labor situation is the i ause. Uncertainty as to milk price a contributing factor. The county could farm hands at prevail- tantly advanc- nty-five or Married $100 a month, th and board. rg as high as , tenant house and perquisite THE SATURDAY One large fruit grower in Hartford County aid: “I raised the wages of my regular men about twenty-five per cent and kept them all. They are working good hours and working hard. I expect great difficulty in getting extra hands for fruit picking.” New Hampshire is in as unhappy a situa- as to farm production as are her neighbors. \. B. Genung, farm-management dem onstrator for New Hampshire, deck : ‘Lately I have said repeatedly, in print and otherwise, that not since Civil War days have the farmers of New Hampshire faced such a shortage of help. In many communities there is not at the present time a single man available for a day’ work on a farm. Any job that require help must simply wait until a neighbor can find time to furnish such help, and the lutter in turn must depend on an exchange of labor to get his work done. Thi decreased production and a shattered mo rale on the part of New Hampshire farmers which is bound to be felt for years to There is a great meat ome sense of disc ouragement What the Farmer Wants New York authorities, from a survey of 5 farms, report a decrease of seventeer per cent of hired men and estimate that there are about 24,000 habitable house vacant on farms in New York. Last year about 35,000 men and boys left farms in the Empire State for other occupations and some 11,000 came to the farms from other callings—leaving a farm deficit of 24,000. There are a few points apparent from all this on which the urban dweller and the urban thinker can spend considerable time in profitable reflection that the farmer wants to know why he should work fourteen hours a day to feed the man wl sticks at an eight-hour day, and do it at a wage that he would despise. Also he would like to know why he should keep on at this pace to fill the larders of social idlers who make no pretense of working The typ | farmer ’ One 1s does and doesn't intend to strike. He realize that if he did he co f f that would force s feet—and earn the } n- it He is too decent, too sound a citizer and too self-respecting to give serious cor sideration to such a course But eration instead of on the part of city dwellers generally. And ing to get it The squeeze ot take care of that | and without any deliberate lackening of his pace at the plow. He not only wants the city folks, whether evening clothes or mill shirts, to know that he is on earth, that he mean thing to them in a direct personal sense an¢ e is doing the most useful and esser tial job on earth, working longer hours thar any union on earth would tolerate— but he also wants a new deal and a square deal He isn’t fighting industry—he’s just feec g it: and he wants industry to put its the table with his for a free and mutual problem he does demand intelligent consid upercilious indifference the chances are that he is g and in the near future too the economic balance w quite shortly son It appears to be up to those who would like to eat wit! eausonabie regularit ine ce on to look away from the bright lights long ¢ cus on the man who grows the f the larder Ane this obl gat to all the mer ) industry's pay roll from least to greatest, t coupon cutters, to chamber-of mmumerce officials and to labor leaders of all rar better time for tho outside of agri ulture to squander a ' the larmer and ht prot There Wa never a little hought or tem } , thar ight now EVENING POST One shade was builded upon OO en AOR ee a “sand”—and the wind came! \ hat » ma I ; thn tp} fall al } t / i But > mad t hal Waly | Stra neu not aft Go your t ry 1 nother color on the om Not | i} ! you! ett halk a i) 1 try the ftamor t ( Bb t “u test nd look t Bres pertorat ' ; . : : un by ’ i i Pune ) ! vn t nt \\ B \ th | ! tt py Ca Empire sha ! ha t ordina renlin the long-wearing window shade material

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST IT’S A LONG WORM THAT HAS NO TURNING (Continued from Page 25 Mrs. Obadiah’s chubby religious periodical, and the se, too, Went on the scrap heap. And then Obadiah came to three letters which were missiles. The first epistle was from Felix Grodin, of Philadelphia. In it Mr. Grodin insisted upon knowing what in the name of the undying rational he was expected to do pecially manufactured with a carload of Six-in¢ h, wire-reenforced hose in thirty-foot coupled with brass screw Aside from the fact that he hadn’t received a contract for lay lengths locks? ng the street mains, and ever ordered the fool tuff, what was up to him to do with it now that he had it? Frankly now, wa to stand in Broad Street and sprinkle nasturtiums on Billy Penn's hat—that if there were at He demanded consequently to know what, in the name of the double-starred Sacred Rosetta, Obadiah meant by: consequently hac 7 he the t ip there? (1) Sending him a carload of above- mentioned Grand Geyser hose 2) Refusing to fill the perfectly proper order he had given him for 300 ft of 1 hose « }6'Jea ft, and seve nty 40 ft pieces if 21,” earbolized hose @ 97! sea ft? 3) His actions in general? He wound up with a few miscellaneous ! quired wi ether Obadial had gone nutty, and stated that Obadiah — didn’t these days he comments, slicitou though he seem to be of freight prices ir did, and was hold the carload of six-inch hose ur hipping orders from Heliotrope City In the next letter which Obadiah read, Ephra m Neefe, of New Y« made chorus with Grodin in demand it in the taking the liberty to til fur ther ng to know wh: shades of blue apricots Obadiah was running n Heliotrope City anyhow, a barbe cue or a church fair? Did he fill out orders now by the grab-bag method or did he just never read the incom ng letters? In other words, why in Jericho was he picked out for 300 ft of 115” hose and a lot of 40 ft pieces of 21,” hose, when what he wanted all along was or 1100 feet of that grade Albb at 22c¢ a foot? Thereupon entered Carg & Daven- port, Canal Street, further to mystify Obadiah, informing him that in look- ng over their boc they discovered that he had sent them a check for $726 in payment of a bill rendered for $90.36, and if they any items or if he had check was designed to had overlooked ent them an order whic had not received send them a du- mething! to clear cover but which the wouldn’t he please plicate up the situation? Trusting that his order or valued patronage and so on. t wasall very mysterious. Forlong minutes Obadiah sat and studied the A mistiness was in his eye and document infinite wistfulne n his heart. For a mo- ment th had all revitalized him. Tl was his true field, this was his work, hi fe—himself, no le The next moment the icy certainty that he had cut himself or the making of good hose forever sat on him with frigid clarity. But that didn’t decrease the mystery of these from these fine chaps And what f they all were— Grodin and Neefe and Carg & Davenport. True, the latter didn’t have much humor; but the notes from the two others were always personal and alive with old-time gay drol- lery, like the chatting of dear old cronies. But what— what by all that was inexplica- ble did all this mean? For more than an hour he sat there puzzlir out, oblivious fey ng the awakening roar of Fifth Avenue and Forty-second Street, the rous- ng harmonious and deep-throated hum of Manhattan stirring to face the day— while he lived again for a few minutes in his life’s se making. And at last, ort and countless recoll It was like this: been cut fron communicatior ne ¢ ap thi wcupation oO ifter painful eff tions, he worked it out. The Wallace, Hines & Sons order for the arload of six-inch specially wired hose he had sent by mistake to Felix Grodit Grodin’s original order, for 300 feet of l inch hose at 36 cent a foot, and eventy forty foot pieces of 2', ch car- a foot, had been holding it Thi bolized ho »>at Yi cents ent to Neefe, who wa ler totaled $2839.50 Neefe’s order, for 1100 feet at twenty two cents a foot, he had trebled in fillir Ze: and then finally he had sent a check, made out for the amount of Neefe’s trebled order, or $726, to Carg & Davenport, in payment of a bill for $90.36. Fate had intereeded in Obadiah’s behalf Penniless an hour before —fate was now hold ng out ‘here was coming to him from Carg & Davenport $635.64. That would set him to rights comparative riche to him immedi- ately: and then, \ aa ‘ as quickly as he eould yet the Grodin shipment, Whatever Novelty the Stark Insanity of the for it The Grodir the largest two he up to er obliqt his b ipge onym a year, and wi 1 and Hines orders were » had received tor more th present prices totaled inusual figures lor him and! edy His ledgers! le thoughts ¢ lood began t ted Texa ous. And he ast batch of He meal s ol getting down there to the The thought brougt f J. Merton Blade, and Oo mount agal Blade They were aime { vt re at hand, come in } lotrope mail, was the man who had uprooted his existence, x ber AH collected $135.64 in cash and a $500 check from Carg & Davenport withe Lecter yut the yiit bigehit e-t diffieulty lhe 1 the mone at ten-twenty ocloch Project Might Have Had for His Hetpers Had Long Worn Off which Neefe had in his possession, down to the Philadelphia man he would be able to collect an additional $2839.50. Finally there immediate prospect of Neefe’s receiving the 1100 feet of twenty-two-cent hose which he had or dered, plu the 2200 Obadiah had added to the order by mistake. This meant at least another $242, plus whatever he could it duce to give him for the added supply. This was the reasonably read) cash he would be able to lay Nnands on: ar d then there always remained the carload of extra-size hose ordered by Wallace, Hines & Sons and which Grodin held for instruc tions. There w was the more or less AS Pos ible money there too Obadiah wa now demonstrating the wisdom of o ordering one’s busine throug! the years that when one got thr ! t of t it would still yield a few sweet drop drippings in this case. Luck wus no name the morning, are from ten-thirty a hotel ! hH lingford the head bookkeeper of Carg & Davenport, had recon menae He went there vith purposeful dire ne paid a day in ad Vance washed ip, changed col al two different socks tend ing to the ure ort ol nondescript gra 1 the biue wit he ellow dlagona Cher he marched f earch out Mr. Neefe great god Freedom, | Diy more tired out! I e varied « ent 1 the preceding tort that Obadtun ne | ed up by | ‘ r ready mone Deen Jeft sleeping on the bencen on the terrace of the public libra ‘ eve 1 Oot roar Fift Avenue and Fort econd Stree did not rouse hir hte leased from Caroline baneful influence, Oba diah was now beginning to think tor himsell } had never done it uli life The ext bal rat ol it gave hin n h strengt i veep would have done Neefe wa it’ for lunch. He ted for } When Ob: left hi wice an ho ilt he came ba he had the { | $726 fort n ‘ | Neete ‘ ed ord } j i ‘ | ‘ { efore toohe | SOO + ‘} i Also Neefe pror ‘ to start the Gre ait ! pmet 1 ‘ h } had re Col ed nm tuke down to once, But heto!d the fussy and scrupulous, dryly humorou NI andd Yor\ real reason rolly facetiou for wi Of the Inde old Neefe nothing « ich he had come to Ne pendent Producing and Refining Company not a word went over Obadiah’s lips. Neefe had been a princes about the extra hose Obadiah sent hin He told him, which was shrewd true, that ir all probability he would never be able to buy the stuff at the same price agai 0 he was wiiling to take a nee on the irplu Obadiah bought a strip of fet pil He ent straignt bach >| hote ite a teak, drank a pot of tea and nt up to ! or Here he ‘ i i is 7 ‘ cash and chect nto drawing tund and reserve The t ) he lo S500 eu i yz th $300 cash ‘ nto the reserve uiet i ! I} the ou ie pocket of } teoat. He pinned it cunningly with three pins, ee one of therm from the outside He had fling with New York's knights of thenimble digits. His drawing fund of about forty-five he split in four ways: Twenty 10 you couldn't had hh dollars in the lower right-hand waistcoat pocket; ten the watch po ket of his trou- er live in his left trousers pocket, and the rest in the change pocket inside the right- hand pocket of his coat. Now he was fixed, He sallied forth again—to the railroad tation When the railroad’s certified bandit behind the brass bars was thr ugh th him all of Obadiah’s four-split draw- ng fund had coalesced in the bandit’s hands, and he had made a highly flustered ind shamefaced raid on h reserve cash But in Obadiah’s hands there was that vhich gave him the regal permission to ride m New York, New York, to Wichita Falls, Texas, and there was wild excite till wilder exulta- fr ment not unmixed with tion in Obadiah’s heart He hurried back to his yhyt hand gr pped onvul ively to hi ile In } nside coat pocket was Wichita Falls, Texas, and in his inside waistcoat pocket was what the bandit had left of h reserve cash plus the intact check for S500 each In his hotel room he pinned a new reserve of $200 cash and the chech in the mt vauit with four safety pin this me; put waistcoat and all under his pil t} remaining ready ed and went to bed, It eretoh Ipply, unadre is eight-ten when Obadiah closed his eyes. It is after eleven the next day when he eopened them The great god Freedom tting there on the chair watching him re he ume Lo; because in ail fis life ()} i i hardly remember the time ‘ he had lept unt ele yen o'clock the r day. But he should worry. A train eft every hour f Philade!phia, so they it i? Different t from Helio pe ¢ Not bad at that, little old Ne ror Quite etting to like the place mie ne day hed come back maybe He dressed and ent forth into the world i ead ish, reserve ip] tle alli i rbuy and a He reached Philadelphia a little after fo n the aftert ! An hour later he iiread ling forth f m be x 4; a fl high atisfactory arrangement having been concluded with that gentle mal In payment for the shipment of hos« Obadiah was making to Grodin from Helio trope City via Manhattan and Mr Ephrain Neefe, $2839.50 was to be sent to Obadial lexas to an addre which he woul: a yhnate whet he got there A) o, Grodin ] ed to hold the special six-inch hose ! elf had utte no use for it int en time i Ohbadial ! illd «a priate it is to be done about it And ot ble of the Independent Producing 1 Refining Compar passed Obadial x ( BADIAH landed in Wichita Falls like ) t deacon dropped it in opium dive 1drean In the nter of the town, alony 0) ree r Ou KR the ! were a nh aut " ‘ ‘ | l the pre tor lo t ‘ day after to-morrow tt ( of e latter, rhe idewa were ined vith easel upporting large flamboyant maps, each an easily decipherable chart of a neighboring El Dorado to be parceled out at ten dollars a cut, and the bally ! partist spla i old rose and purple on those easel r verbal vern made u Cone Island of Wi ta Falls, though te Obadiah it w as though the reus had come to some incredibly fantast He ty tral Oil Exchange i ny row room with ooder ‘ hye palle 1 platiorm and a rag we | lere himmying |} ould ‘ pict ' t the-cane game raised to. the ‘ 1 andtt power! au royr to tne ompaniment of a voca ipro nded as though all the q ‘ d had ngrey 1 there t t t ke 60.000 1 " pounce on one et } ' 1 he learned mar thing he « il LS] il A ny 1 ! , (H) wn t} ‘ munit , , enut o is Hatter of dougt t we ne Prise Continued on Page 154

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST SO i ABE cere. Cie? tee Bam Sallie KRYPTORK Glasses ‘The Story ol “I fully realize now that KRYPTOKS end the bother of fussing with near and far glasses, of scowling over reading glasses and of wearing conspicuous hifocals, and | am certainly going to have a pair.’ Many people, like these friends of ours, to whom I have explained the value of KRYPTOK Glasses have hailed with delight the day upon which they first wore KRYPTOKS. For KRYPTOKS (pronounced Crip-tocks) ended their eyeglass troubles. I have been through the whole I know just exactly how irritat- constantly removing or replacing reading glasses. I know just exactly how irritating it is to have to be constantly changing from near vision glasses to distant vision glasses, I know experience myself. because ing it is to have to be irritating it is to have you look when I know just exactly how friends remark how much older wearing ordinary, conspicuous bifocals. And I also know, that from all these eyeglass troubles, KRYPTOKS bring you blessed relief. They are invisible bifocals, with all the advantages of near and far vision in one pair of glasses, yet so perfectly without a trace of a line or seam across the . that no one can distinguish them from single made, lt nse vision glasses, Ask your optical specialist about KRYPTOK Glasses. They are, of course, sold only upon the advice of Write for descriptive booklet. 1017 Old South Building, your specialist. KRYPTOK Company, Inc., Boston, Mass, KBE GLASSES THE INVISIBLE BIFOCALS The “The j la Rifocal KRY PTOK with the Bifocal with adi sfiguring clear, smooth, § seam or hump even surfaces Chapter 6 | | Blade Continued from Page 151) Every minute he kept hie eye open for one J. Merton Blade, and instead of one he saw a thousand. Blades were as thick as grass in Kentucky. Flashier Blades than the one he had known; but Blades just the same; men who outdid a Malay head- man in colors and a French hairdresser in persuasiveness. They talked as other men breathed, easily and as a natural func- tion, and they sported diamonds the di- mensions of young cobblestones. Every sentence that passed over their lips ended on a period of six figures, and, if it was a com- pound sentence, on seven figures. Obadiah began to feel like a small boy who set out to find the bully who had treated him rough and then found him—in the center of his own gang. For two days Obadiah wandered up and down Wichita Falls, thinking and learning many and divers things. On_ the third night as he was passing down Ohio Street he thought he saw a familiar form cut across the pavement ahead of him. He started and stopped. Impossible! But if that wasn’t Bill Eller then he had never doused his head under the old station pump! But Bill— was dead! The man had vanished in the crowd in front of a soft- drink shop. Obadiah hurried to the en- trance, peered in and finally went in. But no Eller was in sight. He wandered out again, bewildered and even more thought- ful than before. He was seeing things! He stopped absently in front of an easel, and the barker immediately launched his spiel at him: “C’m on! Don’t be a piker! Take a chance like Brodie did and jump aboard the Soarin’ Eagle Well! On’y ten bucks a soar, and when we soar you'll be sore you didn’t soar ‘long with us! Ten bucks now’ll give you 2000 iron men when we start aéroplanin’!” Obadiah passed on and the magnetic eye and stentorian voice of another ballyhooist stopped him in his tracks, ‘Hit the trail, you!’’ commanded this ge »ntleman, a dark short bludgeon of a man. “What if ye tried ten others, ye never tried the Baby Grand Well, did ye? Hit the trail—pound the keys! Wait’ll you hear the songs the Baby Grand’ll play when we strike her pitch!” “King Bruce! The great King Bruce Well!” sang out a competitor a few steps farther on; and as though hypnotized Obadiah drew closer in his trance of absent- mindedness to the prophet of the King Bruce Well. ‘Hoot, mon!” shouted this lean hook-nosed Scot, in a Hester Street version of the Highland burr, “Six times I have played and six times I have lost!” he wept like Barney in a poker game. “An’ what aboot the King Bruce, I say! Heh-—what in ‘ell "bout ‘im? He made six bum starts and faded the opposition in the seventh, didn’t he? Where d'ye get this stuff "bout bein’ discouraged’? Aw right, aw right— don’ come round ‘ere whinin’ ” He trailed off peevishly as Obadiah started to move away, and did. The next morning the bank in which he had opened an account notified him that a draft from Felix Grodin for $2839.50 had been deposited to his credit. In the after- noon he hired a flivver and drove the fourteen miles, under the tutelage of its owner, to Burkburnett. Across the burned-out prairie fields he got his first glimpse of it, a greasy smudge on the horizon, which later turned into a criss- cross and maze of derricks. He wandered round the place until sunset, through the nonpareil Burkburnett mud, over side- walks lined with mud hens— those non- descript humans awaiting the proper mood in which to return to work at about ten dol- larsaday andinthemeantimesitting wedged at right angles against the shop fronts. He observed all the variegated throng in its dart-dash after abrupt wealth, decked out in overalls and brilliants, silk and denim millionaires, crooks, whining and singing beggars, mechanics and ditch diggers, vola- tile against a background of everlasting mud. He examined every bit of it curiously, the soft-drink-guzzling shops, the high and low powered cars, drays top-heavy with boilers, tanks, derrick parts and pipe lengths, horsemen and mud-splashed pedes- trians. And at nightfall he drove home, still under the tutelage of the master of the car, and in front of the garage nearest to his lodging house he paid over $400 for it. The next day Obadiah set out to find the famous Duppeltag-Eller, or Mansions- tract, the golden acreage of the May 29,1920 Independent Producing and Refining Com- pany. It took him three days of constant going to find it, for his knowledge of Texas geography was the haziest sort of guessing He felt in his bones when he was coming to it, eight dust-thick, brain-scorching miles beyond the little town of San Buena, in the northern part of Young County. They knew about old Duppeltag’s tract there and Obadiah began revising his re- morsefulness for the half-witted old gentle- man who had sold his untold wealth to Mr. Blade and that little group of expert financiers and practical oilmen. He had been bucking across the dust-smothered prairie until even Heliotrope City far be- hind him began to vision up to a semblance of Paradise lost. Round Wichita Falls or less interesting, with wheat, corn and cotton fields, tents, shacks and_ prairie schooners to be seen, But now the prairie, gray, parching, knee-high with dust, gave itself up to him, mile upon dreary burning mile, unpocked with tents or anachronistic prairie schooners. Instead of boilers, tanks, derricks, pipe lengths, lurching automo- biles plumed withstreamers of dust, creaking and bucking flivvers, he came first upon occasional traces of drillings, abandoned and dry as the morning after, and then not even upon these-—nothing but the illimitable baked prairie. J. Merton Blade had spoken gospel in one instance, at any rate— Texas was a state in which no matter what direction you went there was always more of it. Up in the northern part County, midway between the great oil fields of Burkburnett and Ranger, Oba- diah came upon the driest, dustiest and most forlorn range he had ever seen, and he knew that he had found the holdings of his company, the Duppeltag-Eller tract Two wry ~_ ks straddled two holes drier than a W. T. U. banquet. Seventy- five cents an acre would have been a ruinous consideration to offer for that land Only a misanthrope would ever have paid that, and then only to prove his immortal and inalienable right to the pursuit of misery. But as Obadiah looked at it some- thing took place within him which left him exalted. He found faith therein. He looked on it much as Mrs. Fowler had looked upon the ranch her husband yearned to quit or give away or something, outside of Burkburnett town site. “The people who had so patiently with- stood the sandstorms and droughts that had visited Burkburnett and the various other disappointments and failures of the past few years, surely had something good in store for them,” the brave lady of much faith is alleged to have said; and so saying decreed the test well to be dug which opened up the oil can of North Texas. “The little guy what everybody called worm, and picked on and stuck up proper, who was made the goat of this here dead and chokin’ bit o” transplanted Sahara, and that beat up Ezra Tidewater and fat Sam Micea, ought to have somethin’ due him,”” Obadiah might have said. Some thing of the sort must have been the sub- stance of what passed through his mind as he looked on that desolate waste, if we can account in any manner whatever for his subsequent actions, which were to lead to one of the most unique stampedes in the history of Texas oil. the going was more of Young xI OCO!” said lanky Ed Delaney, Indian agent and the biggest ranch owner of San Buena and vicinity, as Obadiah walked out of Bart Cowgill’s store, bearing options on something more than 5500 acres of Young County sand next to what he al ready owned. They cost him just $250 That’s what the owners thought of this part of the world and Texas. “Loco!” repeated Ed. ‘“‘C’mpared to thet gent, the nuttiest burro this town’s ever saw was wiser’n Colonel House!” They watched Obadiah tickle his tin chariot into motion and drive off, then looked at each other in grinning amaze- ment. The Duppeltag tract was, indeed, the only property that had been tested for oil in the region. The result once and for all put the quietus on anybody else’s desire to try again within sight or sound of the two dead holes over which the derricks slanted, dry rotting in the fierce sunlight. However, if a nut came along and offered $250 for the privilege of saying whether he wanted to buy a lot o’ excellent soil for raising pear, mesquite or cactus, and in (Continued on Page 156)

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twenty-foot base proudly and solitarily over the domains of the Obadiah Mansions Independent Producing and Refining Com- pany. The cable connecting the walking beam and the drilling tools was also in — shape, and Obadiah had it care- illy wound up on the bull wheel, then ~ assed th rough the crown pulley on top of the derrick, down through the temper screw on the end of the walking beam, and there attached to a huge rock in place of the rope socket, sinker and jars. The latter were in no condition to start the preca- rious work of drilling. In the meantime the excavation work which Obadiah had marked out for Hugh and his gang had proceeded to a depth of twenty-five feet before Beale blew up. ““Where’n the hell’re y’ se *ndin’ us?” he demanded. “To China? The first instinct of human nature is to breathe; the second is to forma union. A strike follows, as a flapper follows the fashions. Three perspiring Texans came up from the depths and joined Hugh on the edge of the pit, rolling cigarettes. Bol- shevism was rampant. Obadiah was in- formed that three dollars a day was no living wage twenty-five feet below the deck, Unexpectedly in the face of this tie-up, lockout and serious labor question Obadiah found a friend. For some reason the big lanky Delaney squinting against the sun and tracing the edge of his shadow on the ground with well-aimed tobacco juice, had taken a lik- ing to or pity on Obadiah. At any rate, Obadiah was paying cash. With Ed’s aid Obadiah fixed a new wage scale of $3.50 a day—cash, no stocks accepted—and four others, meaning three new men and one of Hugh's crew, took up the digging. The operations had begun to attract casual spectators, solitary pop-eyed plains- men for the most part, but that afternoon a little hard-faced Irishman came wander- ing up to Ed Delaney and asked him for a job. He was almost as little as Obadiah, but with no shrinking qualities nor any ear- marks of undue humility, and he announced himself as a sort of itinerant oil-machinery specialist and experienced driller. With an impudent grin he explained his presence in the region. He had been kicked off a freight train in the middle of a comfortable snooze between two blinds at Cassales, a town smaller than San Buena, but boast- ing a railroad station of sorts, twelve miles southwest. Obadiah was to remember him with everlasting gratitude as the first man who brought faith to his own faith in the possibility of extracting money out of the holdings of the Independent Producing and Refining Company. “Thet’s all sat’sfact’ry,” said Ed De- laney, after the sawed-off Erin Islander told him: ‘A long-whiskered hick that would be near as high as yourself give me the way o’ the road here, an’ here I am.” “But what puzzles me, friend,’’ added Delaney, “is this: Our gas engine ain’t op’ratin’ yet, but ye’re in the possession o’ a breath thet’s got consid’ble more rey’ lu- tions and power in’t then Roosia, an’ ye'll be a handy man to start the drillin’ with; an’ what, as I said before, puzzles me is where’n the name o’ Mr. Bryan did ye git it—it bein’ somethin’ new to me to learn thet freight trains is disbursin’ sech treas- ure, and the way ‘tween here’n Cassales bein’ drier’n a preacher’s throat?” Donnelly winked a devilish cocky wink. “Partner, I got it where I got it, and becase I didn’t get it a foot more’n a hun- dred miles o’ here it’s me privit opin- ion thet these pickin’s ain’t as dry as the lads over in Cassales were sayin’ they was, It's me hunch, as the sayin’ goes, an’ I’m ready to play’t at ten dullars a day, pay’ble in stock, I e’n tell ye nathin’ more, but thet if | was standin’ on the topmost tip 0” the Panhandle I c'd smell the nectar o’ the gods doon in Galveston!” Under Donnelly and Delaney’s direction work was begun next day on two storage tanks of approximately 3500 barrels’ capac- ity each. That afternoon, leaving Delaney in charge of operations, and with instruc- tions to keep all strangers off the grounds, Obadiah set forth in the flivver with Hugh Beale to Calvin, thirty-two miles distant, the largest town roundabout, and the near- est place he would be able to procure the machinery and parts he needed to start drilling The following day he had secured what materials he required before noon; but Hugh wasn't oe to return. Neither was Obadiah, for that matter. Hugh knew a place, he informed the Heliotropian, where THE SATURDAY EVENING POST immortal surcease of sorrow and the mem- ories of futile oil chasing could be obtained bits a tumblerful, and he invited , and, leaving Hugh with the understanding that he was to meet him at noon the next day in front of the Long out for Red Knoll, y, where a new oil well had recently been brought in. operator named Meehan, with a twinkling eye and an honest grip. He studied the little gusher, jerkily throw- ing its 600 barrels of excellent oil into each twenty-four hours of time. “Thet won't be anything to what I’m i ike,”” ruminated Obadiah. Meehan told everything he himself knew how he had drilled it, , the offers that had even showed Oba- quality of his product been made him for it; diah the log of the drilling. The great was its location. He was eighteen miles of bad going { from Calvin, and six from Orton, curdling th ing t rs) pon a ron: ready money to lay a pipe * cada J the well wouldn’t kee p up at 600 barrels a y, that was one thing certain, might peter out before he could bring in The logs of the two others he was drilling were not promising yet. He was uniquely frank for an oilman, and told Obadiah that if he got between fifty cents and a dollar a barrel for his oil at the was going to be satisfied, and let the *bout transportation. Obadiah returned to Calvin that night, in time to send a telegram north and east. The next morning he wandered up and dow n and through ¢ Calvin se arching for a iound it he had to searc h. as “long again for certain parts that could be adapted to it. He had kept his engagement with Hugh at but Hugh was not there. i discovered him in the inn, oblivious of the He let Hugh sleep it off, and went back to his searching. “Beats all everything,” i “*how these strangers do come and we home folks never do haan where it is! He wafted a spacious wink at Obadiah. iah, however, was worried about more serious matters than Hugh and his condi- the sinking tide of his Duppeltag range with nightfall. Between San Buena and Calvin and the Duppeltag-Ellertract aconstant trade route This is an exaggerated way ofsaying that about two teams or trucks a week came to Obadiah’s development to aid him in what was being regarded as the maddest fit of sunstroke Texas had ever Bit by bit he got all payee pre was now installed. engine to propel the walking | P ip ing suffici ient to run the oil to “his stor- walking beam rocking like a a steam hammer A thrill possessed Obadiah entirely at thes . T had got beyond him; the end of the tether of his W hate ver novelty the stark insanity helpers had oon worn off, start th em irre trie vably San ee na- he a were the sticking kind. On the Friday after his trip to Calvin, announced the arrival of a shipment he was awaiting, announced the fact tl acquire said Shipment there was a slight collected before said reac nh hy eould be effected. no $125 when he deducted if he wished to walked round with a look of worry —_ to which that of the next Demo- candidate for president will be * wreath of smiles. WW hat’s the matter, little Delaney that night. They were standing from the others, ; Thinkin’ the price o’ oil'll go daown wh en ye open up yer wells?” had come up behind them. Unlimber yeself o’

May 29,1920 bein’ a drinkin’ mon in a dry wur-rid, what kin ye know o’ woe?” Obadiah smiled wanly, He thrilled un- accountably, however, to the little Irish- man’s “chief.”” Somehow they might all regard him as crazy down there—they did!—but they didn’t regard him as a worm. He was financially up aguinst it though—that was the principal considera tion to be kept in mind, and there was no thrill in that. His stock had no purchas- ing power with anybody but madcap Don nelly, The impulse came to him to tell them everything that was on his mind. He walked farther way from the others with them. “Delaney,” said Obadiah timi: ily, “you think I’m plumb crazy, don’ you?’ “Abs’lute loco, frie nd!” agreed Delaney with charming frankne ss. “Wh-why?” asked Obadiah, a litth taken back. In Heliotrope City one never spoke one’s mind so candidly as that. “Why?” exclaimed Ed. ‘Why? the little feller asks! Because thare ain’t no moah chance o’ yer takin’ money outta these heah diggin’s then there is o’ me tak in’ Colonel House’s place even ef I am f'om Texas.” ““I—I don’ know ’bout your taking his place,” answered Obadiah conciliatingly “‘but I c’n tell you why I think I got a chance to take raoney out 0’ this place o’ mine.” “Son,” said Delaney kindly, “wher they wus drillin’ heah befoah, the san cd got so hot at 2000 feet the tools melted on ’em.”’ “Till thot same to the sea soldiers!” commented Donnelly. “Pay no attin- tion at all to him, Mansions. He's a kid ler an’ we're on’y doon 300 fate to the inch. Ed regarded Donnelly solemnly. “Ye're the locoest o’ the two, [rish,”’ he remarked. Obadiah laid his hand on Delaney’ arm—it was like a humming bird alighting on a street main. “T—TI’ll tell you why I can take money out o’ my well, Delaney!”” he whispered fiercely. ‘‘I'll—tell you!”’ he repeated with an earnestness which drew Ed's attention despite himself. So Obadiah made a clean breast of the whole history of the Independent Produc- ing and Refining Company to them, from the day when the fatal notice of his inherit ance arrived down to the present moment of his financial impotence. He recited al that he had hoped for back there in Helio trope City of affluence, Valparaiso and a little glimpse of the big world before he went to sleep with his fathers; = about J. Merton Blade in Heliotrope C al that mr Ey »<d back there in He aeteaee City, and all he had paid for back there in the town of his nativity. “They suttainly bled ye right,”” was Mr. Delaney’s sole comment before Obadiah made the transition from the past to the present. ‘The darty crook!” spat Donnelly. And now Obadiah told them his dreams of the present and the morrow, which were in the main his plans for getting money o : of the desert strip which Mr. Blade had foisted upon him. ‘“*Hold on there, I don’ see ——” began Mr. Delaney once; and in a few minutes he did see. “Ye're there, chief—ye’re the lad fer my money! It’s a rale sticker ye are!” cheered Donnelly delightedly. For Obadiah enkindled in them the fires of his own faith; he filled them with the surge of it, because his faith was fire and the sea at the same time in its strength and intensity; and beside it the faith of Mrs. Fowler was weak doubting, and Delaney began to roll cigarette after cigarette and, smoking a puff of each, threw it away for another. They walked up and down, under the huge prairie stars, until Mr. Delaney was as profoundly stirred, being a simple plainsman soul, with Obadiah’s religiou certainty of the wealth he would extract from those parched acres as Obadiah and Donnelly were themselves. At midnight they parted. Ed and Donnelly had clinched a bargain with Obadiah which their newly awakened and newly strength- ened faith meant riches if only luck was a little kind. Obadiah, walking about alone after they had turned in, felt like a new being, with his revitalized fervor of cer- tainty. The most influential man in that region, Delaney, was heart and soul for him now. “The boys’ll be all right, little feller, an’ don’t ye ferget it,” had been Ed’s last (Continued on Page 159)

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— ——_— (Continued from Page 156) words. “I’m goin’ t’ put it up to ’em to- morrer, jes’ before ye used to pay ’em and they hied out fer San Buena an’ mysteryus parts unknown, jes’ like ye put it up to me now, an’ they'll come through clean. Watch 'em!” Obadiah felt that night that if he never got a drop of oil out of that land he had al- ready got out of it something more price- less, at any rate—the respect of two-fisted men; late coming, but indubitable and ineffably sweet comradeship. Obadiah never learned when it was that Delaney spoke to the others, but the next afternoon, when they usually drew their pay and rode into San Buena and, as De- laney had said, to other mysterious points unknown, Hugh Beale came up to Obadiah holding out a thin clean slab of wood. On it were written all their names. “Chalk us up a week apiece, boss,” he said matter-of-factly; ‘‘yer credit’s good.” It was probably the most thrilling mo- ment in little Obadiah’s life. None other was quite ever able to top that moment. ‘“‘Furthermores,”” went on Beale, ‘“‘what’s this "bout some stuff layin’ over Cassales way what's got to come here?” It took fourteen hours and all of them to make the trip to Cassales and back with the supplies waiting there for Obadiah. Fourteen hours of wearisome, back-breaking work on top of a week's, and this Sat- urday night! And not one of the count- less curses and blasphemies which troubled the Texan night had the slightest edge of a personal attack on Obadiah. They cussed the hell out of existence, as the saying goes, from an ingrowing hate of the ways of men and the clutch of their native sand; yet there was, paradoxically enough, a new cheerfulness running through even their imprecations; a new spirit of co- operation. They worked with him at last; not just for him. One week, two weeks, three weeks more cf drilling went by. They were down to 1500 feet. The well had been bailed twice and the sand tested without result. Other work went on; the storage tanks were finished; the shack had been enlarged, one section of it built right over the hole which had been sunk seventy feet. Occa- sionally other operators came up. In ac- cordance with the well-established custom in drilling wildcat wells they were kept at a distance, a dead line having been drawn round the operations in lieu of a fence. They sniffed and grinned perhaps, but went away a bit affected by the air of ex- pectancy, which increased among the workers with each dozen feet deeper into the earth the drill bit. There is always romance and suspense—the chance of the unexpected—when the hand of man reaches a thousand feet and more underground. After all, who knows what may be there? Still nothing happened. Trips were made to Cassales and freight hauled back from there; teams or trucks pulled in from Calvin and out again. Day followed day. Still no oil in sight. Expenses piled up; bills were met some- how; Delaney helped there even as far as Calvin; but nevertheless the end was ap- proaching. Even Obadiah realized this could not go on forever. He held to his faith tenaciously, however. And then one morning came the first response to the re- curring question of his faith: ‘‘ How long, O Lord, how long?” The well had been bailed out at 1650 feet, and new preparations were going on to give the sand the most thorough test possible, Jessop, one of the best-known oil experts in America, was over at Mallin City. They had learned that from an operator who had sneered: ‘Say, youse guys, why don’t ye get Jessop to tell ye ye ain’t gota chance, and be reas’nable ‘and quit?” At the word ‘Jessop’ Donnelly had shouted: ‘ Where is he?” And when the other shouted back “Mallin City,” the little Irishman had snapped out to Obadiah and Delaney: “I’m goin’ for him, boys, and he'll come!” Donnelly came back first; Jessop had promised to follow in half a day. ‘Wasn't I after tellin’ the lot o’ yese he’d come?” demanded Donnelly. They were all immensely impressed with the little Irishman then, and he gloried in it. It appeared he had done Jessop a mys- terious favor when “‘the both o’ us were on a job together,” as he bragged; saved Jessop’s life or something momentous when a cable snapped; but then you couldn't always accept Donnelly’s statements at their full naive value. However, he was getting Jessop in a manner which proved that he hadaclaimonhim, Thegreat man, of whom Delaney and Obadiah had heard again and again in the gossip round the oil fields and whom they would never have dreamed of bringing down, in the state of their finances, was coming, and would wait for his fee until they struck oil! “He can on’y sty over till to-morrer noon,”’ said Donnelly excitedly; ‘‘and the wur-rd’s hustle, hustle now, boys!” He joined Delaney and ‘Emmond, who had been getting ready for Jessop. Came noon; then early afternoon. Suddenly a ery sounded across the fields which for a second petrified every man there and then struck whatever he was holding out of hand. A resonant Irish voice drew each one of them to the well as though jerked there on strings. “Whoh! We're off!" the cry came again. Donnelly, seemingly a dozen pairs of feet, ing excitedly to something. “Thur ye are, you miserable, pot-bellied, hop-toad unbaylavers! She’s coom through like a lydy, Oh, my byby, it’s Oi’m syin’ she’s a lydy! Oil sand—oil sand! Ye writhin’, blue-lipped, glue-eyed, ganglin’ hicks! Oil sand—if it ain’t, str-rake me dead fur an Orangemon! Beautifool, ex- pensive oil sand!” Obadiah’s heart almost stopped beating. “But—but—d’ye think Jessop “Jessop!” exploded the ecstatic and ir- reverent Mr. Donnelly. ‘An’ who'n the hell’s Jessop? If I don’t know oil sand when thur under me own nose it is, what’n the hell’d Jessop know —ain'’t I wur-rked on as mony wells as himself?) Oh, boys, she’s a lulu, a zulu, a mulu f’om Missulu!” he danced, ‘‘Oh— Danny O'Connell, could ye be seein’ me now!” Jessop came, and poked his thick glasses at the sands of luxury. A lofty-domed, iras- cible, nervous-gestured runt he was; but the biggest man in his line in the fields, His prophecies and guesses were better than other men’s certainties. He would get frenzied over an overheated motor, a poor stretch of road, a bad egg or a tough steak—turn biliously dangerous, indeed; but when it came to oil wells he was as self-possessed as a bride’s biscuits. He checked off the strata they had cut through—-top soil, sand, sandstone, hard gray sandstone, gray shale, limestone, shale—and oil sand, He clucked when he saw the sand, and then went to work si- lently. He took no man’s say-so upon any- thing appertaining to oil. He was born in Connecticut, and compared to a scientific Connecticut Yankee those who hail from the well-known doubting-Thomas common- wealth of Missouri are gullible innocents abroad. He discarded the log and ordered the drilling to recommence, There is nothing—war, floods, pestilence or women's secrets—which spreads faster than the news of a new well coming in, particularly in unproved territory. And the more fantastic the strike the quicker word of it flies. While the drilling went on Delaney had the grounds cleared, extending the dead line over a mile round the we ar But the tidings that Jessop had been called in was out, and oilmen knew that one didn’t _ Jessop in to pass the time of day, When Jessop left the next day he gave the verdict. “You struck it!” said Jessop simply, and proceeded to grow grotesquely infuri- ated at once over a flat tire on his machine, Like magic the weariness of the men lifted from their shoulders, Delaney gripped Obadiah’s hand, lifeless with the outgoing pulse of dreams come through to reality, in a grasp which ordinarily would have brought the little man to his knees. One after another they gripped his hand, thumped hhim on the back, punched him in the chest and otherwise exultantly bruised his flesh and crunched his bones for him, It was a momentous hour for those men, because besides what they would receive from Obadiah each of them held land con- tiguous to Gbadiah’s holdings, and just the increased value of it meant a one-way ticket for them all out of San Buena to places where life ran sweeter, livelier and not choked in its own dust. “She’s a lulu, a zulu, a mulu f’om Mis- sulu!” danced Donnelly. “Oh, Danny O’Connell! Oh, Danny O'Connell!” Two hours later the truculent Beale’s husky voice, raised by excitement to a frenzied falsetto, froze everything but the huge thumping walking beam, driving, buck-and-winging about on was point- THE SATURDAY EVENING POST driving its way down to riches, into a new standstill. With a whoop the whole crowd broke and rushed to where the wrought-up Hugh was dancing round on one foot at the lower end of the stream, pointing down to it and making incoherent noises, There, losing itself in a splotch of mud, which seemed to have extended itself since the day before, was a dark dirty spread of some thicker substance than water, and, where it touched the latter, resting on top of it. Leaning down to it, kneeling beside it and bending over in a bobbing concentra- tion of eagerness, man after man poked his finger into it and smelled and tasted it, and out of each throat popped a single word with the percussion of a revolver shot: “Oar” “There! There! Look!” Flitch hysterically. Sure enough, a tiny but steady seepage of the dark dirty stuff fed in from one side, The jarring of the great walking-beam hammer had opened up some subterranean petroleum spring and sent it at an erratic angle up to the surface, yelled Shorty xr fe JUT this time, Jessop having just left ‘alvin on the Dallas train, something happened which heralded the launching of a sinister combination at Obadiah and the Independent Producing and Refining Com- pany In a hotel room in Wichita Falls five men sat round a small table. Thev were all ex- pert poker players and each of them could do tricks with cards. But they weren't playing poker. Ina faded Morris chair sat a decisive, direct-looking man, who made a good appearance. Garbed in a quiet gray suit, black shoes, a blue batswing tie and a plain white shirt and refined-looking gray soft hat, which was, however, tilted back at an unrefined angle, there was nothing flashy about J. Merton Blade. His modest garb was as professionally a part of him as the undertaker’s cerements of inky hue. Mr. Blade was speaking—only they didn’t call him Mr. Blade here—to Glittering Mack Gordon, whosediamond-riveted habiliments gave him the appearance of Father and Mother Headlight taking all the little Head- lights out for a stroll; to R. R. Ruby, the nimblest and wiliest-witted crook that the oil fields had brought to bloom, though he was fat and looked something like Buddha in full regalia; to a blond and high-colored man, remembered in Heliotrope City as Bill Eller, and known in Wichita Falls as James, or Dandy, Hope; and to Morrie Hummel, a taciturn dark being of usefulness on pre- pared occasions. Mr. Blade, or Mr. Kinney, as his com- panions addressed him, was elucidating the technic of a friendly little game in petro- leum which he contemplated playing in new territory. ““Me and Dandy’ll land in this town,” explained Mr. Blade, “and float among the hicks, inquiring, in ways that'll spread it best, if there’s any liberal-minded natives willing to lease their land for oil purposes, and we'll get about 20,000 or 30,000 acres at less’n a dollar a acre. Then Morrie here, who's our expert geologist, ‘Il blow in and give the land the once-over and locate a place to put down a well, making his due and proper examination and also a favor- able report. Up’ll go, right away, the value o’ the leases, a little bit.’’ He took a beneficent puff on an excellent cigar and continued: ‘Then we'll hire a guy to put downa well, and in about ten days the derrick’ll be up. When we hit 300 or 400 feet underground we'll let out the glad word that the log’s a bear—just like the Jennings, High Island or Big Hill. The hicks’ll begin to get warmed up still more, and the leases’ll go up a leetle bit higher, but we'll keep on serene down to 1200 or 1500 feet where we strike a showing of gas! Can you see 'em then? The dirt we bought in at less’n a dollar a acre’ll be worth five or ten by that time. But still we wait. We go down another hundred, and there’s where we stop and strike a showing of oil. We put a guard round the well and call in Morrie again. And maybe another expert— Blackie Friedman, say. A couple days later a bit’ll get hung or a casing pulled apart, see, and there’s a delay. Here's where we get busy and sell out at a couple thousand dollars a acre near the well that a whole army of hicks is watchin’ with open eyes and palpitatin’ hearts. Just as soon as the excitement’s calmed down we'll send out a report that the bit got hung, have the derrick pulled down and 159 hauled off, and leave the rubes wonderin’ why by the whiskers 0’ Captain Kidd they didn’t get more’n a showin’ 0’ oil on paper for their cash. See? All regular too. Not a thing can touch us. Qh, this is a great little state, boys!” As Mr. J. Merton Kinney Blade reached the conclusion of his cute little plan ther came an interruption to the discussion - it, which was to knock all thoughts of suc piker amusements as extracting a profit of $100,000 or $200,000 from an investment of $25,000 out of these gentlemen's heads. The telephone rang. Dandy Hope Bill Eller answered it. “It's for you, Matt,” he said, holding the receiver out to Kinney. ‘Sounds like Dick Mowbray.” “Hello ‘Kinney Pra . This is Dic! Mowbray,” the voice came loudly over the wire, audible to each of them. “Hello, Di *k. Where you at?” “Calvin! Heard you blew in again, and I got some good news for you.” ‘Shoot, kid!”’ “Am I wrong or am I right? Or just soused? But is it a fact that you and the gang had that old Duppeltag property it Young County, and got rid of it? “You're right!” said Mr. Kinney with a laugh. “Why?” “D’ye know a guy named Mansions Obadiah Mansions?” Mr. Blade Kinney started **Sure—he’s the sucker that bit! What about him?” “Oh, boy—he bit all right, old-timer!” drawled the other. “He's struck oil there—that’s all!” “What? Oh, Lord!” cried Mr. Kinney Blade, dropping the receiver as though it were a red-hot coal and clasping his fore- head. He sat abruptly down, his legs breaking behind his knees, a fireworks of reverse mental somersaults exploding in- side him. The receiver dangled against the wall for a half minute while the others stared at him petrified, before he jumped to the telephone again, “Hello! Hello!” he barked ferociously into the mouthpiece. ‘ Mowbray!” Volleying laughter came over the wire. A murderous hate flared in Mr. Blade Kinney—this was the prelude to the whole world’s laughter when the story of Helio trope City got its inevitable airing. Throw a confidence man in jail and if he’s a good sport he may grin. Make a monkey out of him and he'll wilt. “Hello! Hello!” “You—you sold him that land!” came the humor-burdened voice of Mowbray over the wire. “Sing me to sleep—I'm crazy! Oh!” “You're not; IT am! What happened? Talk, Dick!" he pleaded now. “Only a little old Burkburnett over again, thass all! It’s creepin’ out of the creek and they’ve struck two gushers throwing about 15 000 a day. Report’s been made by Jessop “Jessop!” echoed the five men, *“Yeh—and he made a statement just now before he hopped on the Dallas train that she’s the finest prospect he’s ever touched, and they’ve got about two dozen 5000- barrel tanks chock-full already, and —— “Cut it! Cut it! Cut it!" yelled Mr Alias Blade. Mr. Mowbray was enjoying the joke on him hugely, and it wasn't up to him to lessen the shock. But Mr. Kinney de tected the edge of waggery and he was not in the mood for it. “Onthelevel, Mowbray,didtheystrike? “On the level! And on the level, Matt, Jessop made a favorable report. This whole district’s overrun with cash already. Macullar, Halloway, Dennett, Schmidt, Bill Meyers’re down here, None of you pikers’ll be able to touch tnis; this is big stuff, kid.”’ Mr. J. Blade Kinney Merton—he didn't know what or who or where he was-—hung up with a curse, and again sat down, The others did likewise. They looked at each other and found no pleasure in the view “Tell me I’m crazy!” said Bill Filler Dandy Hope finally. ‘‘Say it slow,” he whispered, incredulous; “to music.” But Mr. Kinney said nothing to musi He jumped up and yanked Glittering Mack up with him, “He knows Dandy ’n’ me, but you beat it down to Calvin faster’n blazin’ hell Mack, and get the facts. Phone me the second you've got anearful! I'm going to horn in on this!” (Continued on Page 163) ”

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(Continued from Page 159) He gave the jeweler’s exhibit a mighty shove doorward, then walked rapidly up and down the room, clenching his hands, = his lips and Nae to himself. mo 4° al maybe it’s a joke —that damn Meshenrt™ said Eller.” “Joke, yes—-Lord, yes!’’ snapped Mr. Kinney. ‘On us!” He knew in his bones the worst was a thousand times worse than he feared. The whole thing was an insult to his profes- sional acumen. “You can stick your last sticker on it, Ruby,” he said savagely, “this nut’s made a phenom of a strike. You can’t imagine what kind of a boob he is, so you can’t be as sure as I am. He was born to do some- thing like this. He shot down there blind, looking for me maybe, if he ever did tumble to the trimming I gave him and I don’t believe he had sense enough to—blew in there without no mother to guide him, and now he’s sitting on the top of the world and I rigged up the armchair to make him comfortable! If it’s the last thing I ever pull off I'll yank him down!” “How? How?” Mr. Ruby demanded impatiently. “Shut up He stalked up and down, mumbling and cursing. “T’ll buy him out!” he said once. Loud and raucous laughter without mirth greeted this extraordinary state- ment. “Wait’ll you lamp him, if you think that’s crazy!’’ he argued furiously. ‘I know that kind. I'll get round him. I’m going to develop back my old half rights to it anyway! Sob stuff’ll do it.””. He was speaking wildly, hardly considering his own words at first. ‘If ever there was a natural- born stray sucker that bird cops the tin medal. He couldn’t be crooked if he got rammed through a water-heater pipe.” On and on, back and forth he stalked, blaspheming and scheming. Then he grew silent; finally he senk into a chair, and then suddenly sprang up again; and the men who knew him knew he had found the way out. He kept walking up and down, thinking, thinking until Glittering Mack called up from Calvin, delivering news that almost made Mr. Kinney weep. “Their first well’s just come clean!” re- ported the man of jewels. ‘‘They didn’t blow it; she just ripped loose and spit up the tools and ripped the derrick down! I just seen Halloway, who’s come in hell bent from there, and he says there’s so much oil over there she’s swimmin’! He figgers she’s doin’ 500 or 600 without bein’ blown in even, just like the MeClesky, that breezed through with 800 and when they blew her in climbed to 5000 a day.” It was all true. Down on the Duppeltag range men were dancing madly about, shouting and cheering and slapping each other on the back and battering in each other’s hats. Little Donnelly was roaring “She’s a lulu!” and evoking the shade of “Oh, Danny O’Connell! Danny O’Con- nell!” Little Obadiah was trembling, speechless with emotion, as he watched the dark stream of oil smash its way through a few remaining derrick bars into the air; and even Ed Delaney was incoherently recit- ing: ‘‘Kiss me good night, sweet mother, good-by, girls, I’m through!’’—meaning he was just ready to begin. ‘‘But you can stuff this in your old pint flask,”’ Mr. Gordon was continuing in his conversation with Mr. Kinney— “this little guy’s the whole show. He owns the whole damned county, men and all, Halloway says. He an’ a bunch of local alfalfa herders’ ve got the . “Listen, Mack,” interrupted Mr. Kin- ney decisively, ‘‘you go out there and “Yeh!” shouted Mr. Gordon derisively, interrupting Mr. Kinney. ‘“ Halloway was shot at twice early this morning—try it yourself!” ‘How much can you raise?’”’ demanded Mr. Kinney, ignoring Mr. Gordon’s spirited challenge. “Fifty thousand without jew elry. » I’m thinking!” up and down, counting me ‘Maybe we'll come to that,” said Mr. Kinney. ‘‘Come back—quick!’’ He hung up and turned to the others. ‘‘Sob stuff that’s our one chance,” he said. ‘“‘To- night I almost die here—see? Well, you will in a minute. Dandy, get Claghorne, in St. Louis, on the wire. He sat down at the table and began to write. After he had written for thirty minutes he jumbled the words into a rail- fence code such as he had received in THE SATURDAY Heliotrope City. He was finished three minutes before Eller had Claghorne, in St. Louis, on the wire. One of the most expensive telephone conversations on record took place, Mr. Kinney slowly and with cool distinctness telling off letter after letter in a meaningless arrangement, while Mr. Claghorne copied and tallied them. One hour after they had hung up, a telegram was flashing to Oba- diah Mansions, president of the Independ- ent Producing and Refining Company, Heliotrope City, and Mr. Claghorne now had Mr. Ezra Tidewater, president of the Citizens Union Bank of Heliotrope City, on the phone and was relaying a message from Mr. Kinney to him by code. The telegram to President Obadiah read: Struck on head in Philadelphia; remember being put in taxi. Next I knew met acquaintance on street in St. Louis, did not recognize him at first. He took me home and treated me. Still weak and bruised up, but leaving for Wichita Falls to-day. Was robbed, but will make amount trusted me good out of my personal capital of course. Am proceeding to Texa at once in order to develop our land without delay Detailed information follows in letter; think I have clew to robbers. Address Archer Hotel, Wichita Falls. J. MERTON BLADE After he had talked to Mr. Tidewater, Mr. Claghorne dispatched the letter con- | taining the detailed information of Mr. Kinney’s misfortune. Mr. Kinney had a great deal of confidence in Mr. Claghorne, who was a master of language, and written. Of the latter, indeed, he was the master of anybody’s language if he had | a good specimen of it. Mr. Kinney for this occasion instructed him to use the hand- writing designated as Blade, Number C. The message relayed to Mr. Tidewater included a repetition of the telegram and the following in addition: Mansions came to Texas and struck oil on Duppel- tag tract. lost fortune somehow. share immediately to old address here. possible in addition. Don’t waste minute. Wire Chamber of Commerce or anybody you want to in- vestigate truth of this strike of Mansions if you are Will see him in two days and work him I replace amount taken, so send me your doubtful. This is big. (ome yourself if possible, but get cash down here at once. You know you can trust me. “How you going to explain all that fake rigmarole?’’ questioned Mr. Ruby. “‘Knocked-on-the-head business, aphasia, or what you got, when it comes to a show- down? They're going to get the Philadel- phia police on the job.” The hell with the Philadelphia police!” snarled Mr. Kinney. ‘‘That stuff about my having a clew will hold them, and the letter—here, read it after a bit ‘ll hold ‘em still more. And Ezra’ll hold ’em if nothing else will. Anyhow, about that when I come to it. I’ve framed the proper lay to get to Mansions. He owes this whole business to me. He'll be- lieve I got hit on the dome all right when I cough up and make good on more’n $100,000 I took out of his burg—or do you think he won't? I’m not growing gray wondering what the Philadelphia police think about it. Just now our next worry is the cash! No both spoken | If you made him redeem all stock we've | Raise all coin | I’m worrying | matter how many kinds of driveling fool | he is or how good I think my chances of | horning in on his strike are we got to pre- | pare for all emergencies. Control's control, and if it’s control of something big enough it can change a tadpole into a groundhog in a night. Tidewater’s going to be good for a wad, and a fat one—he’s got to be! We'll get Jimmy Anderson, Bill King, Rex and some others, and dig up and round up all the coin that we can lay our mitts on every greenback counts, and every minute counts more.” ‘Listen, Matt, be calm!” exhorted Mr. Ruby. “Suppose he says ‘Ta ta, Matt Kinney, I never met you before,’ eh? What then? A good oil proposition that's real talks millions, and how in the hell do you expect us to buy out a guy that’s holding a county full of oil?”’ he demanded, a little irritated. “By piling it up in dollar bills in front of him!” exclaimed Mr. Blade. ‘‘The way the first Dutchman bought Manhattan, see? The nut’s got no more imagination about money than you've got about religion. Only a guy without imagination could’ve taken a slant at that tract we palmed off on him and imagined there was oil there. It wasn't normal! He's dazzled yet—he must be!” ‘Well, and then?”’ (Continued on Page 166) EVENING POST Lucas Paints Varnishes—Stains—Enamels 163 “Save the surtace and you save al Mand > Kina Purposely Made for All Railroad Uses AILROADS realize the safety value of good paint in protecting their thousands of coaches, freight cars, locomotiyes and other properties against deterio- Paint “Saves the Surface” and thus saves all. 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(Continued from Page 163) ‘Then this—I’m ducking under cover while you guys rustle up coin. The day after to-morrow I’m blowing in from St. Louis, see, and you'll take me to the Archer in a taxi. I'll be bandaged up so’s nobody'd know me, and I'll go to bed. There ought to be mail there by then from his home town, which will ease us into the next play. There’s where you and Morrie enter.” ‘Shoot,” said the fat man ‘You roam forth and bring him in here rake a copy of my telegram, fake the St Louis head, and take out what'll come from his home town, with what we'll add. Stick to him day and night; be sweet as virtue and as near as glue till you get him here. Get me?” “a do,’ * answered Buddha. “And when he asks about me dodge de- tails, but in a general way let it be known what a white upstanding citizen [I am who never went back on a friend. You play the remember-the-friend-who-served you - faithful - and cracked - over - the- noodle-for-it, until he weeps for gratitude! I step in.” ,’ promised Mr. Ruby. Blade Kinney, stretch- manner which was the girding up one’s y Street for all got want something to work on when I “T'll give you lot *This!"’ said Mr himself in a equivalent for ing modern loins, “is going to mean Ea of us for life!” xi S A CLASS there are few better psy¢ hol- f ogists than the big confidence men and flash promoters who go forth with fat rolls, fat schemes, infinite assurance and ibysmal brass. Mr. Kinney had estimated Obadiah’s reactions to what Mr. Ruby had to tell him better than the Heliotropians who had known the little all his life could possibly have Boom scenes in San Ruby. He felt right he would fly-by-night crowd ind the ready currency were out in force Out on the Duppeltag tract Donnelly had pointed numbers of them out to Obadiah. ‘That would be Pelley now, wl ated the big Eastland Land Divilopmint windle; and thare’s Norris, the thin guy: and besides him ye can see Graven and Hotch, who, the sying is, have got more busted comp'nies togither to the ir credit thin Rockyfeller's got good onest”’ But though they could be a they couldn't be resisted, for they offered prices for leases of land contiguous to Obadiah’'s holdings and for shares which his helpers had received in lieu of wages, which could be refused. Simple, almost childishly minded, the rough-spoken farmers and rangemen bad no chance against the golden onrush of the glib-tongued, roll-flashing legion. Two hours before Mr. Ruby ar rived Obadiah sold his options on the 5500 acres he held beside his original tracts, to i five-man combine — Halloway, Mowbr Ly, Smedley, Friedman and Dolan, for $7.50 an acre, retaining a twenty-five per cent in terest in what oil might be produced there He divided: the money with the men who had helped him prove his faith Mr. Ruby's job was almost too easy. To say Obadiah was surprised at the re cital of the Iliad of woe and nobility which that Buddha-resembling spellbinder made of the story of Mr. Blade's unrivaled de- votion to duty is to falter in expression. Obadiah had more than his allotted share of sympathy for suffering. He had suffered himself. Mr. Ruby, working upon a report received the day before from Mr. Tide- water, cleverly drew the analogy between Obadiah’s own case and the blight of false accusations that had fallen on Mr. Blade. Then again, Obadiah was too happy at the triumphant vindication of his slaving and his faith to be captious about a few doubt ful details concerning Mr. Blade. Obadiah was lost the instant’ he agreed to leave the oil tract with Mr. Ruby, riding away in a great red limousine to Palo Ponto, where they would get the train for Wichita Falls, for Mr. Ruby was takirg no chances in having his man waylaid by someone in Calvin who might be inclined to offer him a price for his land in any way commen- surate with its estimated value Obadiah was never to see either his land or his oil well again. And if he needed to be any more lost than he already was, that, too, happened in the first three minutes of his reunion with Mr. Blade. It took ex- actly that long for the bandaged gentle- man on the sick bed to demonstrate his and knowledge of Obadiah's hosemaker done Buena awaited Mr, away that a day later late The old with the grand have been too time manner » Oper- not cleverness THE SATURDAY psychologic soft spots. Mr. Blade re- turned to Obadiah $110,000 in immacu- lately pure gilt-edge negotiable bonds. Obadiah was human, despite the frailty of his knowledge of things sharp. Sympa- thetic as he was he must have remembered all along until that moment the sun-baked days and laborious nights he had lived through to win out against ridicule and un- belief, and he could not have been human had he not resented just a little bit having anyone who had not shared his trials com- ing at the winning moment to insist upon sharing in the reward. In shorter phrase, he was human enough, perhaps, to have wished that if Mr. Blade was going to get rapped on the bean, why couldn’t he have stayed rapped? But when Mr. Blade, telling him how other ventures of his had smiled goldenly upon him, handed over that $110,000 which he had been compelled to make good at 6624 cents on the dollar Obadiah did just what Mr. Blade figured he would do, He promptly forgot his own suffering and re- membered only that honest Merton had suffered too He proceeded to do something, however, which rather startled Mr. Blade. He in- sisted upon going out with Mr. Ruby at once and sending the bonds to Mrs. Mansions! “She'll be so glad—to know everything's all—well; all fine and honest,”’ said Oba- diah with hesitant joyousness. ‘“She—she always said so!"’ he added, falling into his wife’s immortal refrain. He directed the bonds to Mrs. Caroline Mar and returned with Mr. Ruby to Mr. Blade’s room. Thereafter there was only the faintest bit of fluttering on Oba- diah's part against the net which that gen- tleman proceeded to tighten about him. s10Nns, xiv YURE, you will! Sure, Mr. Ruby, he’ll have another!” said the bandaged fig- ure on the bed, moving a little spryer than when the little man fidgeting with a wine- glass had first come into the room an hour before. “Can't get this lying round loose like in the goed old times, Mr. Mansions! No, sir-ree! Ah, the good old times!’ Obadiah took another, his third. But Mr. Blade had nothing so crude in mind as getting Obadiah drunk. He didn’t have to, When Mr. Ruby a little later offered to fill his glass the fourth time it was Mr. Blade who checked Mr. Ruby. “No, sir, we're talking business, and I can see that Mr. Mansions is not a drinking man—he needs a clear head,”’ he said. And Obadiah, who had been whimsically won- dering what Caroline would say could she see him now, felt correspondingly grateful to Mr. Blade, and reassured, though he didn’t need to be, that everything was open and aboveboard, in accordance with Mr. Blade's usual custom. ‘{—I had one bad experience goin’ in partners,’ Obadiah had been brought round to saying, by the spirit of good fellowship and Mr. Blade; “‘and—well, I don't mean anything personal to you, Mr. Blade,”” he said awkwardly, interrupting himself, while I see your rights, as you say, I want to go on alone— begging your pardon—or get out alone.” He paused. Mr. Blade was worried; not so much though. don’t mean to go hurting your feelings none,"’ Obadiah went on hesitantly; “but eh, now—what would you consider a fair price for me to give you for your share, putting it at forty per cent?” Mr. Blade nearly gasped. This was a stumper, to say nothing of being a queer turr tothe business. If he put it at what it was worth Obadiah would get an inflated idea of the whole works, and there was many a slip liable between a man talking about giving up wealth to you—and your collecting it. On the other hand if he gave him a low figure Obadiah could raise the money now in an hour, and Mr. Blade stood to lose—millions maybe He smiled engagingly at Obadiah. “Now let's regard this reasonable, Mr. Mansions,” he said. “Are you really heart and soul an oilman?” ““‘Um—no,”’ admitted Obadiah slowly. “Well, I am!" confessed Mr. Blade. “Oil's my game. I've lived init; I know it from Ato Z. It isn’t just the money—that don’t mean anything to me—it's the joy of working in the stuff I know how to work in, see? Now, you-—-do you get joy out o’ digging for oil?" demanded Mr. Blade. “No—eh, not ‘zactly,” said Obadiah truthfully. “It’s thrillin’ é but it’s hard and hot and wearing. a little “but. EVENING POST ‘There you have it!’ proclaimed Mr. Blade triumphantly. “‘There’s the answer! I'll buy you out!” “But I ’ Obadiah began, when Mr. Blade interrupted him, feeling that now he was indeed on the right track. “You don’t want to go in partners—I can understand that; and you don’t really hanker after the sort o’ work. Then you don’t know the country or the men here. I do. Oil's a fiendish expensive prop’sition to get out of the ground—you must ’a’ learned that already—and all sorts of accidents happen. I can handle all that; always have. Haven’t I, Mr. Ruby?” “One of the most expert and successful men we have in the fields, Mr. Mansions!” agreed Mr. Ruby gladly. “*T can raise money without signing away my life and my profits; but you’d be trimmedso, Mr. Mansions— materials, labor and everything being what they are, un- stable and all—that in a year you’d have nothing left at all. That’s why I think the wisest thing you could do would be to sell to me.” “It would be impossible for you to do any better, Mr. Mansions,” said Mr. Ruby, and gave a lot of wonderful reasons in support of his contention which both impressed Oba- diah and gave Mr. Blade a breathing and thinking spell. “Why, Mr. Mansions,”’ he went on with new vim, despite his bandages—went on irresistibly, with brilliance and logic, no less —“‘ how long do you think you'll last at this game, eh?” he asked solicitously. “A man like you, not used to the climate or nothing, not used to this kind of work? Why, Mr. Mansions—d'ye know this cli- mate's dow nright injurious for them what's not used to it? ‘There’s nothing injurious that’s got something like $800,000 in it,” said Obadiah carefully. ‘“‘There ought to be all o’ that, eh, at least; don’t you think so?” he asked. Both Mr. Blade and Mr. Ruby’s insides performed contortion feats. It was like listening to a man holding out a twenty- carat diamond and saying, “‘ Now, I reckon that oughta fetch all of fifty dollars, don’t you reckon so, too?”’ And then, perhaps, refuse to sell. The miserable piker! With no idea of what untold wealth he might be tapping— there he sat, the hick in absolute ignorant control of it! Anything in six figures looked like the Eiffel Tower to him, and he was one of those beings who are congenitally unable to cope with the thought of owning a million dollars. When fortune erratically does land feet first on them they're either knocked cold likeJamie Dawes, who sold the Highlander Well for $99,000, or left petrified in their previous condition of servi- tude like MeClesky down there outside of Ranger, seven times a millionaire, who went into Ranger and got a common labor job at three dollars a day from the contractor he hired to build him a hotel. In the next hour Obadiah was driven into a corner by Mr. Blade and Mr. Ruby, where he was compelled to put a price on his property, and he sold out for $750,000 a holding which Mr. Blade conservatively but privately valued at $5,000,000 or more. Mr. Blade had sized up Obadiah cor- rectly. All the oil conceivable didn't have the tangible appeal to him which a few hun- dred thousand dollars in cash had. There are lots of people like that; people to whom a sand lot 100 by 150 in a Jersey bog looms bigger than a mortgage on the celestial regions. They are the people who invented the adage “‘A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush”; and they believe it, even if the bird in the hand is a sparrow and the two in the shrubbery are birds of paradise. Mr. Blade had sized him up correctly, and it was all over in incredibly short order. A great many prosperous-looking men, sporting diamonds, arrived, seemingly part- ners of Mr. Blade. Obadiah saw indeed all but two of Mr. Blade’s associates, and those were the two he would have been most interested in meeting there. But Ezra Tide- water, who had come in the night before, was sitting in another room in the hotel, smoking a terrible cigar and reading a paper as though he hadn’t a care in the world; while at the table in the same room Bill Eller was fidgeting on his chair, waiting for the tidings, and looking eagerly at the door in between haphazard games of solitaire. So Obadiah went forth into the world, and though he hadn't exactly parted with his birthright for a mess of pottage he had been content with a miserable $750,000, mostly cash and the most instantaneous May 29,1920 brand of convertible securities, for the great Duppeltag-Eller tract and the entire Inde- pendent Producing and Refining Company. xv S THE first of three fine touring cars lurched into the fields of the Independ- ent Producing and Refining Company it passed a bucking and complaining flivver which was being flattered to keep at the bare going point. As the touring car con- taining Messrs. Blade—remarkably hale and hearty now—Ruby, Hummel, Eller and Tidewater shot by it the driver grinned an impudent Irish grin at them and waved a fistful of yellow bills. “That’s one of the old gang,” said Mr. Ruby. ‘Show these greasers a couple cen- tury notes and good-by Marie! They've all got what they call fortunes and we'll have to drum up another crew ‘Plenty more where they came from,” said Mr. Blade indifferently. His eyes were fixed ecstatically on a dark stream spurting into the air a quarter of a mile ahead. “Face looked familiar,” said Mr. Hum- mel carelessly, glancing back at the swaying chariot which had once belonged to Oba- diah and now bravely fought its way with Donnelly through the soft ground. For a few minutes they held on to their seats and insides as the car wallowed across the sand, and then —— “Hell—what’s that?” burst from Mr. Blade suddenly. “Wha—ugh—what?” “Look!” They did. Ahead of them the dark stream that a moment before had been gushing magnificently into the air wasslowly drooping, drooping, dropping, dropping and abruptly disappeared! For a minute they sat frozen, blinking uncomprehendingly at it. The motor of the touring car went dead “‘Aw—they’re throttling it down, Mr. Eller. “Throttle—hell! I never saw anything like that before!"’ spat Mr. Blade, jumping out and running toward the well. A cluster of men, gathered there, were gesticulating, talking excitedly, as puzzled as himself. You might have thought they and not he had bought it! For an hour the only thing discovered was one thing—the well had stopped dead. A perfectly all right, good well—which had nicely filled two 3500-barrel storage tanks to the brim had stopped dead for no ascertainable cause. Not a drop over the edge of the tanks. Couldn’t want a better-behaved well, from some points of view. Then Mr. Eller made a discovery. He found a trapdoor in the floor of the shanty, underneath some lumber in what was the back wing. He opened it, and there, lead- ing into a deep black hole, was a stairway. They got lights and went down. They were in a room about fifteen feet square, and fully seventy deep. At the bottom was a powerful engine on the order of those used in fireboats to throw a long stream of water, except that this was fitted with oil burners, which had very recently burned themselves dry. On the front of this strange presence there was a card, which had neatly in- scribed upon it merely: cried the others. said This engine leased from Lew Hunkins by I. P. & R. Co. Calvin, Tex. Two powerful hoses ran from it smack into two walls—one in the direction of the well, the other in the direction of the storage tanks. Bewildered, silent, theylookedround. Then they saw that one of the walls of the pit wasn’t a wall at all, but a cavernous extension, which was filled as far back as it went, seemingly, and from top to bottom with odorous barrels. There was a placard on one of the barrels, and by a dim light it was ascertained by Mr. Blade that this and the other barrels were: Property of W. J. Meehan, Red Knoll Well, Red Knoll, Throckmorton County, Tex. Leased to 1. P. & R. Co. Mr. Blade’s hand touched something. It was the handle of a pick. He rushed to the wall on the side toward the well, and fran- tically commenced chopping at the earth surrounding the hose. It was soft and came out readily; the hose continued on and on. “It—it leads to the weli!” he said hoarsely. With one thought they rushed up the stairs to the well, seized picks, shovels, any- thing—and started furiously digging at the mouth of it. Everything seemed proper (Concluded on Page 169)

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(Concluded from Page 166) enough at the top, but sixty feet down grotesquely, frantically attained by men no longer interested in diamonds or dignity they found it. A powerful long brass nozzle attached to the most powerful hose any of them had ever seen. Mr. Blade bending down—in his shirt sleeves right in the oil fields, gentlemen!—as he had !oved to pic- ture himself in Heliotrope City, but never dreamed to see himself—struck a match without fear of any explosion. There he distinctly made it out—the little smooth oval, a foot below the nozzle— its neat little raised letters reading: QO. Mansions Rubber Tubing and Hose Co Tle otrope City Special Kightply Interwired Interwoven Processed and Impregnated, Patented. h Hose pecia ma for Wallace, Hines & Sons 1 Baltin , Md re The fatal, specially manufactured six- inch hose in thirty-foot lengths, joined with brass screw locks, powerful enough to throw a mighty are of water a hundred feet high over the Willow River—or, as Mr. Grodin, of Philadelphia, had facetiously suggested, to sprinkle the doubtful nasturtiums on William Penn’s hat from Broad Street had reached no bourn in the mind of its maker while it was being duly processed and impregnated. It had merely become an ultimate demonstration of the super- lative fitness of things. While it had thrown a gusher with one hand, so to speak, with the other it had drawn the substance of the gusher from one of the storage tanks, fed overground back again from the well by the regulation piping. One of the tanks was 1-35 oil and 34-35 sand; the other, which fed the gusher, was one-third oil and two-thirds sand. Mr. Blade began to laugh hysterically. “You—him, him-—-Ezra Tidewater, there!’’ he suddenly shrieked. ‘‘ He'll fix it up! Goon, Davy Warfield, act us a piece!” he howled deliriously. ‘You c’n do it! Keep away from that town o’ hisn, boys! The worst o’ them are better’n the best o’ He’s the I ever seen, and I’ve with ‘em all! Terrible town he Heliotrope City; sounds like a pickings, but take it from us! best traveled hails from flower that’s easy me she’s a burr, boys; she’s a brier burr! Ugh— hell! Stop that—stop that!” he screamed and made a lunge at Mr. Tide- water, Mr. Ruby and Mr. Eller caught him. Mr. Tidewater waved contemptuously at Mr. Blade with one hand, and with the other continued to stroke his shiny chin, in the manner which so profoundly moved the overwrought practical financier and genius in the oil game, J. Merton Blade, gentlemen! to protest. ‘‘Hm,”’ said Mr. Tidewater. You had to hand it to Ezra at that; more than half of his bank was stuck in that dry hole, and he had been digging hard, too, but he was as coolas HeliotropeCityin December. ‘‘Hm,”’ pondered Mr. Tidewater, a twinkle in his reflection of some dryly humor- ous fire deep inside the long, raily, farmer- banker-crook that he was. ‘‘Hm. I can’t fer a while now— but this A great state,” “*Because,”’ said Mr. Obadiah Mansions what c’dn’t I do?” eyes like the Zo bac k home here state’s a great state. said Mr. Tidewater, Tidewater, “if—hm e’d do what he did | rete about this time a little Irishman eJ rose from a chair in front of the desk of the editor, star reporter, owner and adver- tising manager of the Calvin Morning Call. “Ye print the story as I’ve been after giving it to ye, and tiligraph it to Wichita Falls and Ranger and Fort Worth and ither xXvVI places, and ye’ll be doin’ a unique sarvice to the oil perfession in Texas, Mr. McCulley,” he said, “You mean to tell me that Jessop didn’t know a doctored «ell when he saw it?” demanded Mr. McCulley. Donnelly winked. “Me friend,”’ he said, “‘I once saved Mr. Jessop’s life; but if ye’re solic’tous “bout Mr. Jessop’s reputation ye can add this: Whin he examined the well he would've had to drill 400 feet to get to the kind of stuff what’s in the earth normally over there. Before he came the well was drilled to 2000 feet, and thin a exact dooplicite of the log of the famous Jane Grey Well, which, if ye want to know it, I bored me- self, was built back in to 1600 feet. So ye c’n see what manner o’ grand and tactful swindle he was up aginst,”’ grinned Don- nelly broadly, ‘‘And thin—but look here I fergot this.”’ He pulled a folded and grimy paper out of an inner pocket and flattened it out on the desk. “Tis a little list,’’ he said; ‘was special prepared for me be Mr. Edgar Carew, a fine gintleman, and ye know it, of the Southern Oil Invistors Protective ’Socia- tion. Ye will see thare the names of aisy minded gintlemin who have parted the well-known public on occasions from sums from $100,000 up, in caressin’ ways un- techable be the so-called law. “Ye will see there check marks made be side sartain names, and the same and none ither are the names of the gintlemin who invisted with characteristic foresight their hard-earned stealings in the Indepindint Producin’ and Refinin’ Company, which now they own entirely thimsilves. Not anither mon thin some crook listed here as has got a slice o’ thot land from us, Mr. McCulley; not one! And if ye do your duty and print this tale in a nice black spicial edition there won't be ayther!” About the time that Donnelly had de- scended from the sanctum of the Calvin Morning Call and was again flattering Oba- diah’s erstwhile means of transportation into recalcitrant mobility, and about the time that Mr, J. Merton Blade Kinney, now subdued to a semblance of himself, with a little group of practical financiers and expert oilmen, was contemplating for the last time a brass nozzle in a dry well with an emotion too vast for words, two companions were swinging jauntily toward a ticket agent of a steamship line in Gal veston, One was a neatly dressed little man; quite chirpy-looking, in fact, as though he ate nothing but the earliest birds for break fast. The other was the great god Freedom, who had lost his little companion one mort ing some weeks ago in front of the publi: library in New York, and had found him again the day before in Wichita Falls The little fellow carried a little antique alligator-skin bag himself, but behind him a negro porter with a lavish countenance came bearing two beautiful cowhide bags, more superfine than the famous equipment of Mr. Blade, which had been so admir ingly commented upon in Heliotrope City. But the great god Freedom lugged no bag gage at all. That’s why he was the great god Freedom. However The little man hesitated for just a second in front of the clerk. “Do your boats go to Valparaiso?” he asked. The clerk nodded, The little man pulled out the fattest and tightest roll of bill which that clerk had ever “‘Gimme a ticket,’’ he said manfully. **R-round trip?” the clerk, witched by that roll. “No,” said the little man; i And the great god Freedom grinned een be asked “one way (THE END THE SATURDAY EVENING POST sé “This is the to deal with carbon” **Hundreds of motorists hav carbon troubles, but it can RACTICALLY every car in this repair shop gets here di- rectly or indirectly because of carbon. Carbon is every motorist’s greatest enemy. “Carbon clogs your cylinders, overheats your motor and causes destructive pre-ignition and ‘car bon knocks.’ It fouls spark plugs, gums up piston rings and pits ex haust valves, causing them to leak compression. Carbon keeps this repair shop busy. “If carbon is causing trouble, you are probably running on a too-rich mixture. Nearly everybody does. Here’s how to correct it—”’ How to adjust carburetor ith your engine well warmed up and idling, and the cut-out open, cut down the gasoline until you hear the engine begin to misfire. Then, slowly turn the adjust ment back, notch by notch, until the ex* haust is again regular. This lean mixture burns clean and reduces carbon troubles.” How to know if muffler is clogged “A caked, clogged muffler is an unsus pected cause of trouble. It takes expert to know whether motor or muffler is at fault. But with a G-Picl Cut-Out, you The G-Piel Pedal is absolutely pos itiveinaction. It sticks —_——_—_—_- never Makes operating The G-Piel construct any cut-out easy closes the passage to ~ee muffler. 100°; of the haust must shoot direc into open air way e given up all hope of correcting he done—when you know how.’’ can test your motor with the muffler and without it—no need to tear the muffler down—no need even to leave the driver's seat.’ low to blow carbon out “When 1 quickest way torelieve it is to use kero wood alcohol of ready ind with spark retarded, peed up motor and blow the Be sure the G-Piel Cut-Out is open or and your motor starts to carbonize, tl sene, some made carbon remover, carbon out the deposit will lodge in the muffler the trouble will be worse than before The satisfaction of hearing your motor Every enthusiastic motorist enjoys the lear bark of powerful, sweet sharp, running motor. A hot spark inevery cylin der! Valves opening wide and seating tight! Just the right mixture from car buretor! 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} _ Ry smoldering coals and ex- claim: ‘‘Ah, this fire is good! It was cold last night on the Chemin des Dames!" Or: “Well, my dear, last night I made the campaign on the Somme. Such bombard- ment I have never heard, My ears are ringing yet! Lisette loathed these pleasantries. She loathed his lined and haggard face, his burning eyes, his smiling mouth that was always master of his pain But worst of all she loathed his legs whichstuck out gro- tesquely and were ulways in her way. But his friends, comrades, veterans of the line who dropped in of an afternoon before he and Lisette parted loved his tale For - this absurd Monsieur Revenant was none other than the typical French poilu--simple, _tender-hearted, profane. One morning, when after a par- ularly vile night spent slogging through the mud of Flanders Felix lowered himself into the chair, Lisette turned upon him and poke four words. They were: “‘I want a divorce.” At first Felix could not believe that he heard aright. He opened his calloused palms and regarded them gravely; he looked round the room—the identical little love nest in which their wedded bliss had begun; he stared into the fire; he « losed hi eyes. And then he pretended he had not heard. Ah, Felix! Presently he opened his eyes—having carefully wiped that brief little sentence of four words from the tablet of his brain and said gently: “Come here, my dodine. Is it that you hate that rough old rascal, Monsieur Revenant? I promis se you I shall bury that fe low so deep he'll never come up agall ! You'll never hear more of him, flower of my heart!” And he opened his arms. Lisette walked out of the room. Quick, light, gr aceful, she was beautiful even in her brutality ' ilit It took several days for the black truth to penetrate to the brain of Felix—the truth that one must not expect a heart from the Lisettes of earth and that out of the tens of thousands of noble wives who stood the test of war his little wife was the exceptior that proved the rule. In the end it was that brief sentence of four words which sent the sun and moon and stars reeling down out of his private firmament, and after that he never attempted to paste them up again for any woman in the world. And presently, having got that brusque little sentence completely by heart so that he never forgot it again, Felix took up his canes, fitted them carefully into his cal- loused palms and went tap-tapping from the house, his and Lisette’s love nest, not to return. He went without his tunic. He went without his cap. But he went smiling the conquering smile that Lisette had come to hate, and humming softly a song of Monsieur Revenant: J’aime ma pipe, le fe mmes, el le vin. For now that Lisette was out, Monsieur Revenant came into his own once more. But Felix had no say in that affair. When he slept, which was.not much, Monsieur fevenant dragged him: back to those dreary, dead battlefielas; and at dawn Felix rose, pallid as the ghosts of dead comrades with whom he had spent the night. , When Felix walked forth from his wedded life without cap or coat he forgot also one other thing. That was Poulbot. Poulbot was his dog, the dog of the regiment, who had been with him in the war. He was not a pedigreed dog, for though he had as many ancestors as any other canine, none of them had been written down in a book. He was a poilu dog, a peasant. He was rough- haired, brown and white, with a bushy tail which he carried usually in air en trompette or whacked softly on the ground when his godlike master approached. During the SATURDAY EVENING POST DERELICT ISLE (Continued frem Page 19) drab monot- ony of trench life Felix had taught this dog of the regiment the manual of arms — the signification of “En route!"’ **En avant!” “En voiture!’’—and to fetch his boots, his mail, his musette bag. As an orderly on the Front, Poulbot was a decided success. In poilu slang, he had beaucoup de chic. But at home, in Lisette’s house, he was asad failure, For Lisette loved dogs, but not the rough, dirty, poilu kind. The kind Lisette loved were the tiny long-haired pets which looked like a‘bundle of ravelings that pretty ladies carried under their arms in the Bois and that yapped viciously ‘‘ R-r-r-r! R-r-r-r!” at big police dogs which immaculate, yellow- gloved officers sported upon a leash. No, decidedly Poulbot was not good enough for Lisette; but neither, if it came to that, was Lisette good enough for Poul- bot. Each hated the other. Poulbot knew that she hated him, knew also that she had tried to make Felix get rid of him and that Felix had indignantly refused. And now when Felix went stumping forth leaning heavily on his canes, with a strange look upon his face for all his smile—looking in- deed like those pale smiling faces of dead men whom Poulbot had seen upon the Front—the dog of the regiment rose up from his corner, shook himself and followed his god to the door. Could it be that his master intended to make the campaign once more? But without helmet? Without musette bag? Without blanket roll, or bread, or an extra pair of hobnailed boots strapped to his back? His god must be crazy! Poulbot darted into his master’s sleeping cabinet, dragged from the chair the faded blue tunic with the figures 225 upon the collar and tore down the street with it in his mouth. Hearing the familiar rush of padding feet behind him, Felix turned. For several minutes hestood staring down, and presently the strange remote look in his eres gave place to one of warmth, of rec ognition. “Ha! ‘Tis thou, Poulbot!” he mur- mured. ‘Thou still lovest me, then, legs or no legs? But thou art not a woman! And thou thinkest to make the campaign once more? Well, thou hast reason. We go to make the campaign—thou and I. But alone—alone! Pas de Lisette oe This to Poulbot was sheer idiocy. Of course they made the campaign aiea ! Was his master raving? Lisette! Par erample What would they do with Lisette up on the line? She was bad enough in the house. But on the march! Poulbot barked his dis- gust at the idea. Suddenly Felix laughed. Philomene and Felix Were Seated Close Together in the Dappled Light and Shade of aGreat Branching Tree “Thou art a good copain,”’ said he. Painfully he lowered himself to the curb of the little back street, deserted at the moment, laid aside his canes and thrust his arms into the sleeves of his tunic. The dog of the regiment stood by wagging his tail. Presently he trotted back to fetch the rest of the equipment, which Felix struggled into as best he might, sitting upon the curb. After which he found his canes and stood upright, aiding himself by a strong grip of Poulbot’s sturdy shoulder. “En route!”’ cried Felix. Poulbot answered with a bark of delight. Adieu, Lisette! Adieu life—love! En avant for desolation! So Felix, derelict of the war, stumped slowly down the street, with Poulbot, tail en trompette, padding contentedly in the rear. That night he found a billet with his sister. Concerning the next month the less said the better. What with Lisette haunting him by day—he made three vain attempts to see her—and Monsieur Revenant and his ghostly comrades of the Front troubling his dreams by night, he grew thin as a skele ton. A skeleton with burning eyes and a fixed smile. The end of the month found him established at Derelict Isle, They had had a hard time getting him out of the high two-wheeled cart in which Madame the Butcher had driven him over from the station. But finally Danilo, the Serb, had carried him, swooning from fatigue, into the barracks and set him down in a chair beside Madame Ce cil, who, noting his pi illor, poured a gl: uss of cognac an d held it to his lips. Felix drained it to the last drop “Encore !’ Madame Cecil poured another glass. This the new arrival took in a hand which shook so that the liquor slopped over the sides and presented to his dog “*He’s my copain,” he explained gravely. But Poulbot, after one sniff, turned his muzzle away. “Non? But it’s good! It'll warm up your insides, old boy. Very well, since you refuse “6 Felix swallowed the cognac at one gulp. The poilus, who had gathered in a circle about the newcomer, grinned. To obtain extra rations upon some such false pretense as this was an old trick up on the line “What is his name?” asked Danilo in admiration. ““Poulbot. He is my copain. And I I am Monsieur Pas de Jambes. Voila!”’ After which he keeled over in a dead faint. Madame Cecil thought of that first ar- rival as she stood leaning across the counter in order to keep furtive watch of Felix, who at the table was the center of a mounting merriment. Little by little after that first day Felix had opened his heart to her, con- fided his history, morsel by morsel, his love, his domestic catastrophe. From the moment of his arrival he had great in- fluence over the men. fe They loved his profane gayety, his tales of Mon sieur Revenant. For they, too, had their ghostly mem- bers which pained them in the night, which led them on weary wanderings among com- rades dead and under the sod. About his chair was always a circle of complaining, gesticulating, blus- tering @x-poilus, and Felix settled their disputes with a laugh. He knew all the news about the farm, even before Madame Cecil, and could tell her of the new calves, pigs, sheep and rabbits. Papa Lapin, the rabbit, was considered by the poilus as rather boche in his tendencies toward rapid multiplication of the species. “But listen, my friends,” said Felix earnestly one day, “the boches are right, and we—we French are wrong. To be a great nation we must have men, Andto have men we must first have kids. That's true, isn't it—eh? How shall we have men with- out kids? But no! Seriously, sans blague, we've got to have kids—for France.’ And these broken men, derelicts all, who had given the members of their bodies for their country, wagged their heads porten- tously and solemnly agreed that Pas de Jambes was right; it stood to reason that if you wanted men you must first have kids But it was the fault of this rotten govern- ment, which made life hard for poor men with families. Ah, well—it was the end of the world! Nevertheless, as the months passed de- spite the friendship of the derelicts, Felix’s spirit went down and down until it reached the very nadir of despair—and there it dwelt in darkness. No one marked this phe- nomenon save Madame Cecil—and Poul- bot. But when the noisy midday meal was done, the hour of repos over and the men had seattered, grumbling, to their after noon tasks in the field, Felix, left alone in his chair, would stare straight before him like a statue hours on end. Nor could even Poulbot’s cold muzzle thrust into his hand achieve so much as a wintry smile from the master. For Felix those days was making the campaign, and making it alone. And presently his head would go down on the table, the arms outstretched as if groping blindly for aid. No tears. Only silence. The silence of the nethermost pit of despair At this juncture Poulbot, head and tail drooping, was wont to skulk over to Madame Cecil, take her skirt between his teeth and attempt to dri af her to the table. Then Madame Cecil would reach down a petite demoiselle of her best white wine at forty sous the bottle, polish two glasses and with Poulbot at her heels approach the spot where Felix sat. Down went the petite demoiselle and the glasses on the table with a casual clank —after which Madame turned discreetly aside for a serviette to wipe away the crumbs, grumbling that these poilus were dirty fellows. By the time she had returned Felix had his head where it be longed, er2ct on his shoulders, had poured out the wine and was fondling Poulbot's ears. Then they talked. So Madame Cecil came to know the history of his life. Ske came to realize that Felix was one of those rare one-woman men. His passion for Lisette was hopeless, but try as he would he could not cut it out of his life. The effort was killing him. Shallow, selfish, lovely little Lisette was the reef upon which this gallant bark was foundering. The last trip up to Paris to attend the divorce proceedings had finished him. Once more he had seen Lisette—seen her alone in all the glamour of her vivid beauty and ~— in the judge’s chambers There a French custom in divorce cases which Continued on Page 176

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Had Felix made a final supreme med Questions like these crowded into Mi: idame Cecil’s brain, and she found no answer. For since his return Felix had given no more confidences. By now the big wooden barracks was filled from floor to rafters with blue cigarette smoke and stuffy as a French compartment on a troop train. Though the sun shone brilliantly outside, yet the early spring air had a sharp edge, and the big pot-bellied stove at the far end of the room gave forth a Ke nial glow. It was the noon hour. The midday meal, la soupe, was finished, and now followed the period of rest, le repos, when the men lounged, read letters or news- papers, or played their favorite airs on the phonograph. Danilo was chef d’orchestre ; and as he was also the slave of Felix, who we a passion for music, the records played by these derelicts woul i not have disgraced the finest salons of Paris. But one opera they never played. Felix had broken the record. That was Thais. To a stranger these derelicts would have appeared an odd, a sinister crew. All were wrecked. Some had iron hooks instead of hands, wooden pegs instead of legs, glass eyes, paraffin noses. They resembled a job lot of old broken statues such as one finds in the outshed of a sculptor’s studio. Upon the end wall of the barracks hung a huge map of France, upon which during the war the change of Front was marked each day by pins. There was a red cord, weighted down at each end by a large nail, which was wound in and out of the pins to mark the front line and was pushed for- ward or back as towns were taken or lost. After the armistice Madame Cecil had | suggested that the pins and the red cord be removed, but the soldiers raised a loud pro test. That dusty red cord weighted down by nails was indissolubly linked with their broken bodies, their wild nightmare dreams, their dead comrades. It was more real to them than the wrangling of the Allied diplomats of which they read each morn- ing in their journals. That dusty red cord was the realest thing in their lives; more real than their wives or their children or their business. That red cord had hecome mystically a kind of religion. after peace it remained. “Sing us a song, Pas de Jambes,”’ mur- mured Danilo, leaning over the back of his friend’s chair. “Very good. I am going to sing: There Dwells a Little Lingerie Maker. This was a gay chanson sung by Felix wit extreme rapidity, the men joining in the re frain, slapping the table with their palms and clacking the floor with theirsabots. With his hands fondling Poulbot’s ears, his eyes fixed dreamily on the opposite wall, Felix, who in- tended very soon to clear out of this disgust- ing existence, sang in a mellow barytone: And so even In Paris In Paris there dwells une petite ling?re, In Paris there dwells une petite lingére REFRAIN: She sews lingerie so fine, I never saw stitches In the burst of applause which followed a soft voice at Madame Cecil's ear murmured: SO fine ’ ’ So fine exist!” May 29,1920 3ut he is very gay to-day, Monsieur Felix!” “Oh, yes, he is very gay. He is too gay to suit me,” said Madame Cecil shortly, turning to face the newcomer. It was Madame Fromage, the cheese maker on the farm, who managed the dairy and gave the soldiers practical instruction in the art of making butter, cheese, sausages, and the like. With the ex-soldiers she was a great institution. They adored her, not only because of her practical common sense and sunny temper but also because of her fine complexion, her golden hair, which curled bewitchingly on the nape of her neck, her vitality and womanly charm. In her black uniform, with white collar and cuffs, she looked exquisite as if she had come out of a bandbox. And what a trim waist had this Madame Fromage! Just the right size for a poilu’s arm. Of imagination she had not a scintilla—no more than her cows. She was a widow, her husband having been killed at Verdun. One after another every soldier on the farm—save only Felix—had made her an offer of matrimony, but each time Madame F ‘romi ge shook her head. “At present, said she tranquilly, “I do not want a ma At present I am content. When I cease to be content there will be time enough to look for a husband. Merci, monsieur, et bon jour! sut now as she gazed at Felix she did not loo altogether content. Her cheeks had mantled with a rich bright color, and her breath, coming somewhat quickly, stirred her bosom as a light zephyr stirs the tran- quil surface of the summer sea. ““How handsome he is—ce garcgon la! she murmured. ‘He's handsome enough,” admitted Ma- dame Cecil. ‘But what’ s the good? His wife’s divorcing him. Madame Fromage nodded her head. She had heard the gossip on the farm. ’Twas candalous to serve a poor man thus who had given his all for the cour try. But those Parisians would do anything! They had no honest shame. See how they wore their skirts—up to their knees! In Paris she had heard that the girls had no hearts in their breasts only pocket books. Bah! For her part she could not see what men saw in such bold, hard, avaricious little baggages, painted to the nines. Not one of them, she would wager, had ever milked a cow or hoed a field of beets or pickled down a pig in brine. In truth men were infants. ell me,”’ she finished abruptly, ‘ this fine madame?” ‘“*No; only her picture.” ‘And is she pretty?” ‘More than that. She is ravishing —an exquisite little Greuze.” Madame Fromage snorted. opinion of these little Greuzes! ‘And do you know what happened up in Paris this last time?” Madame Cecil shook her head. ‘Nothing! Felix has not opened his mouth. And from that I fear the worst He has notslept since hisreturn. And his leg, the leather one, has gone bad again. I ex- pect travelin g round in the snow was not too good for him. He’s out of luck, that boy!” Madame Fromage regarded her friend in and presently a tear, a single large crystal tear, slipped its leash and rolled down the side of her nose. Madame Fro- mage corned to wipe it away. it she were my sister,”’ she murmured brokenly, “‘I would make her be good to him—or I would break every bone in her body Greuze! Ma foi!” ‘You love him then—you also?” de- mande d Madame Cecil, astounded. The little cheese maker nodded her head sadly. “Oui. Like all the rest of the world— like Danilo, like Poulbot, I love that boy well! have ou seen he r She had her ] suence, And he does not even know that I (Continued on Page 178) a

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EVENING POST (Continued from Page 176) Madame Cecil considered. Life, reflected she, was singularly perverse. Here was poor Danilo, mad with love of Madame Fromage; Madame Fromage mad with love of Felix; Felix mad with love of Li- sette; and Lisette mad with love of nobody it all but her own little diamond-hard self. It was a blind, vicious circle—and yet without love there would be no circle at all. “Listen,” said she aloud, laying hold of Madame Fromage’s firm, sun-tanned hand. “If you love Felix like that you have a right to know something—and two heads are better than one. Felix intends to kill himself —soon.” “Comment? Kill—what do you say?” whispered Madame Fromage, turning pale as her collar. She laid a startled hand upon her heart. “Don’t ask me how I know! I know! | When he’s going to do it I cannot say. But soon! Very soon! I know—and Poulbot knows! Wild horses couldn’t drag him from his master’s side.”’ “Ah, non! Non! I can’t believe it! Monsieur Felix—non, madame, non, non, non! Say that you are joking!” “Would that I were!’ retorted Madame Cecil grimly. “‘Sh-h!”’ Danilo had approached the counter. “Un, deux, trois, quatre, cing, six petites demoiselles, si’l vous plait, madame. Of your best white wine. Monsieur Felix treats all the world to-day! And will you and Madame Fromage do us the honor to drink with us? That Pas de Jambes is mag- nificent to-day.” Madame Fromage, pale, moving as if in a dream, took her place at the table oppo- site Felix, but for the life of her she could not lift her eyes to his face. She felt as if madame’s terrible cataclysmic announce- ment were written visibly across her features. Poulbot, noting her presence, dived under the table to her side. “He loves you—he also!” murmured Danilo in accents of frank adoration. "Tis because I give him titbits.” “Non; jamais de la vie. Poulbot loves you because you are admirable; he sees | your soul.” “Poulbot! Come here!” cried Felix. The dog instantly obeyed. “You lazy devil—you're getting as gross as Kaiser Guillaume.” Kaiser Guillaume was Ma- dame Fromage’s prize pig, which was almost ready to be slaughtered. ‘‘See those rolls of fat on your neck! A good soldier should be thin. Listen!’’ He took the dog’s jaws between his two hands. “Say, do you re- member how thin we were in the trenches before Verdun? When the trenches of the boches were only three meters away? And we were cut off—shelled by our own mi- trailleuses and Austrian 88’s? Say, old copain, do you remember that, eh?” Poul- bot wagged his entire body in deep excite- ment and replied with a sharp bark. ‘‘Sure you remember! Now for the manual of arms! The képi!” Poulbot dashed to the corner and re- turned with a battered military cap with a visor such as was worn in the early days of the war with the scarlet pantaloons. **Bon! Now—the gas mask.” But here Poulbot made an error. He dragged forth a helmet and bore it proudly in his mouth to Felix. The soldiers roared. Poulbot, looking sheepish, hung his head. “‘Non, imbecile! What did I say?—that thou hast grown fat and senile in peace! The gas mask!” Poulbot trotted off and returned with the desired article, which Felix attached about the dog’s neck in the position of the alert. ““Now—the bugle!” The dog of the regiment fetched the in- strument, decorated with a red-and-green cord and tassels, insignia of valor. “Trés bien! Now—the reveille!”’ He placed the instrument to his lips, his eyes dreamy, and blew, soft yet silver clear, those clarion notes which for more than four years had roused the soldiers of a warring, sanguinary world from dreams o7 love and home. The ex-pdilus stirred, smiled rather bleakly and shuffled their sabots. A remote brooding look came into their eyes. Those high brave notes peopled their minds with ghosts—ghosts of com- rades, ghosts of blue-clad armies marching forth at raw dawns. Felix laid down the instrument with a sigh. |} ‘*T was trumpeter of my company when the war broke out,” said he. “Ah! How young I was! And how proud! Oh, well— | now for the manual of arms!” | He placed the képi on the dog’s shaggy head, pulling it down over one eye, and May 29,1920 cried in stentorian tones that rang strangely through the room: ‘ Portez—armes!”’ Poulbot rose upon his hind legs, his fore- legs hanging down in front, his eyes fixed alertly on his master’s face. “ Attention au commandement de marche! One—two! One—two! One—marche!” Poulbot, grave as an_ archdeacon, marched. “ Halte!”’ The dog of the regiment obeyed. “En place! Repos!” Obediently Poulbot dropped down on all fours and wagged his tail. “Three cheers for France—for our brave soldiers!” Poulbot pointed his muzzle to the rafters and uttered three loud barks. “Three cheers for our Allies!” Again three barks. “Three cheers for Kaiser Guillaume and his dirty kronprinz!” But here Poulbot showed his teeth and gave vent to a deep menacing growl. The poilus cheered with delight. The exercise over, Poulbot restored the proper- ties of the exhibition to the corner and the men sipped their wine. Felix absently fingered the cord on his bugle. Suddenly he announced: “I am going to sound taps!” The poilus looked startled, but rose stiffly to their feet and stood immobile at salute while the slow exquisite notes of the military requiem floated through the room. Madame Cecil, as those plaintive, wistful notes rose and fell, infinitely beautiful, in- finitely sad, felt a thrill of horror. Felix, bugler of his company, was sounding taps for himself! That was like Felix! The ex- poilus, derelicts, stood bleak, silent, staring straight before them, as so often they had stood in squads by an open trench filled with the bodies of their fallen comrades under a sullen sky. Papa Loucheur, a gaunt Breton who had lost two sons and an arm in the war, suddenly closed his eyes; his huge red mustaches worked mysteri- ously up and down; he gulped; tears slipped down his cheeks. The pure exquisite notes swelled, dropped, swelled once more, and melted gradually into silence. There was a general sigh. Papa Loucheur was heard muttering bro- kenly, ‘Nom de Dieu! Nomde Dieu! Les sales brutes!"’ The hour of repos was over. The after- noon tasks awaited. One by one the men departed, their sabots clacking noisily across the floor. Madame Fromage at a sign from her friend also slipped away. And now the big smoke-filled barracks was deserted save for Madame Cecil, a man who intended to kill himself, and his dog. Madame bustled from window to window, opening casements to let out the stale air. “‘It’sa marvelous day,’’saidshe. “Spring will be on us before we know. Felix, your leg will be better in the spring.” “Yes, I shall be quite well in the spring. He hummed under his breath: ” At Paris there dwells une petite lingére. “We will go out into the forest,’”’ pursued Madame Cecil, “‘and see if we cannot find a wild boar. In the old days there were many wild boars, and they say a few are left. We'll give the men a holiday and take lunch along. You shall go in the cart, with Madame the Butcher.” “Never! With that fat tallow ball? Ah, non! When the springtide comes I shall be so strong, so free! I shall walk in the green woods by myself.” She sews lingerie so fine, so fine! I never saw stitches so fine! “It is a promise, then? You will go with us in the spring?” Felix without reply hummed dreamily: She made a cassock for our vicaire, She made a cassock jor our vicaire. Madame Cecil sat abruptly down. Her face was somewhat pale. She was going over the top without a round of ammuni- tion, and she knew no more than a fool what she should say next. “*Felix,”’ she began, ‘“‘did you see Li- sette?” ‘Qui.’ She fetched it to him one Sunday wight, She fetched it to him one Sunday night. “Well?” Felix looked at her this time. “She was charming,” he said softly. “Charming as the devil—as always. She wore a ravishing little spring hat. Will you (Continued on Page 181)

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} (Continued from Page 178) believe it, madame? It was snowing in the street and snowing in my heart—and yet that child wore a fresh spring hat! It was an exquisite affair, with all the first fruits of the season strewn round the brim. In shape it was like a doll’s market basket. But Lisette wore it upside down, with the fruits hanging outside. I laughed when I saw her walk into the judge’s chambers in that hat. "Twas exactly like Lisette— to wear her head inside the basket and push the fruits outside. That infant is the devil. And over the market basket she had hung a veil of tulle— green tulle, fragile as the first pale leaves of spring. Green tulle—in Oh, it was funny! I laughed until the judge, who was talking in low tones with Lisette at the far end of the room, looked round at me and frowned. She had high black suéde boots with tassels on the ends of the laces. Tassels, ma foi! And at her breast a great bunch of Parma violets with one red rosebud at its heart Ah, she was exquisite, that little Lisette!” the snow! “*How much is it, ma petite lingére? “*Monsieur, quinze francs.” “Ce n'est pas trop cher!” “And then?” persisted Madame Cecil “Oh, then everything marched very well. The judge brought her to my chair. I rose. The judge said, ‘Be seated, be seated, my poor fellow.’ But I stood. It is the custom for a prisoner to stand when he receives sen- tence, is it not? I said, ‘Bon jour, Lisette! Comment allez vous?’”’ She sews lingerie so fine, so fine ! I never saw stitches so fine! “And Lisette— what did Lisette say?” “She said nothing. She turned her head away. She had no words to waste on a poor no-account soldier without legs. And so the no-account soldier sat down again.” “I'll kiss “And the judge? patiently. “Oh, that judge he was a pompous, s lly old fellow He got off a lot of rubbish. He said, ‘Madame, you are wrong—very wrong—to desert this poor husband of yours. Heisa hero.’ I could hardly keep from bursting into a roar of laughter at that. ‘He has given the members of his body for France. He has been broken— for you, madame! For you! Why, madame, I had not supposed there was a woman in France like you! For our women have married our gallant soldiers who were blind, crippled, unable to move from their beds. And that is right. For life must be erved. France must be served. We must have children to replace those who have fallen in this frightful war. And you, madame, like a good Frenchwoman, must do your part. 1 solemnly adjure you, by your mother, by the happy souvenirs of your childhood days, to be reconciled to this man again. Come! Come, madame! Let me see you embrace him!’ ‘Well, he maundered on, that old fellow . as if he were an actor declaiming a star part 1] on the stage. Actually there were tears in you then, ma petite linge re continued madame his eyes! She sews linge rie so fine “And Lisette?” “‘Ah, that wicked little Lisette! She was bored to deatl She never looked at me once; ju t studied the toe of her boot. The flowers on her bosom rose and fell, rose and fell, like a little boat on a gentle tide. No ! The fragrance of the vio- lets sickened me I could not remove my eye from that soft, regular movement of her breast. Presently the judge left us. I was alone with Lisette. I rose. She rose—and turned her back on me. She moved over to the window and drummed her fingers on the panes.” Felix paused, mopped his brow covered with fine beads of dew, and murmured: “I find this painful, madame—and inutile. At bottom inutile. But you are my friend. You have a right to question. Shall I proceed?” “‘No, no, my dear friend! Only—TI ean- emotion there not bear to see you soso cast down!” “T am not cast down!” he protested proudly. ‘‘Upon my word of honor! All that is past!" ‘“‘And the interview came to nothing?” “Nothing! But I had no expectations. A good soldier envisages both victory and defeat. "Tis all one in a hundred years.” She sews lingerie so fine, so fine! 1 never saw stitches so fi ne! Madame Cecil sighed. She was still out- side his defenses and she did not knew what hazard to essay next. Suddenly the affair was taken out of her hands. Over- taxed nature came to her aid. For the past two months she had labored beyond her strength. To be queen in a kingdom of derelicts is a position which possesses draw- backs. And Madame Cecil's cheerfulness was always on tap. For some weeks she had felt worn and strained, but with the trouble of Felix coming to a head she had not been able to leave. Now, suddenly, without any premonitory warning, her gray head flopped down upon the table. Ma- dame Cecil had fainted away. Intensely startled, Felix sprang from his chair, stum- bled and fell sprawling to the floor. Poulbot!” he shouted savagely. ‘‘Go! Fetch Madame Fromage! Marche!”’ The dog bounded away. In less time than it takes to record Madame Fromage had arrived, lifted her friend in her strong young arms, laid her flat upon the floor and was pouring brandy between the pale lips. Felix, kneeling pain- fully upon the planks, fanned her with yesterday’s journal, and Poulbot, to whom this sort of resuscitation was a very stale affair, stood by, sniffing now and again at Madame Cecil's hand to ascertain if she were still alive. Sometimes they died very quickly on the Front. Presently Madame Cecil opened her eyes, closed them again and lay thinking. Evidently she had fainted! The face of Felix, as he bent above her, had looked v ery tender and sad. She decided to faint a bit longer, while she worked out her future strategy. The fainting spell had arrived opportunely, like unexpected reénforce- ments of troops. She would be a fool of a general if she refused to take advantage thereof. Accordingly she lay very still and white, while Madame Fromage brought a basin of water and Felix clumsily bathed her temples, At length she essayed to sit up. “Help me, Felix!’ she breathed weakly. Felix gathered her in his arms “Wait! Wait!’’ she gasped. Again she closed her eyes. Madame Fromage eased the painfulness of his position by a strong sustaining clasp round his shoulders. Her face, full of tender concern, was so close that her warm breath was upon his cheek and a strand of bright curling hair touched his lips. **Pauvre madame!” she murmured. ‘See! How frightfully pale she is! For a long time I have wanted her to go away, but she would not.” A single warm tear splashed down upon his hand. Felix started and stared down at it curiously. Never in all his brief wedded life had he seen Lisette wee p save W hen she could not have her way. But this good soul wept from sheer tenderness. Felix, within the warm circle of her arm, aware of the steady throb-throb of her heart, pondered that crystal drop on his hand. He drew back so as to obtain a glimpse of her face Madame Cecil's eyes remained sealed Well she knew that only the love of womar ean cure the terrible, bitter wounds of love! And potent is the magic of tender encir- cling arms! She let the magic work a while before she sat up and said in her usual brusque voice: “I'm all right now—except that I'm half drowned. Madame Fromage, get me a handkerchief from that upper drawer As the young woman turned away Ma- dame Cecil lifted her eyes to Felix’s face. ‘You have a rendezvous, my friend,”’ she said softly. “No, don't speak! I know! But you cannot leave just now. Iam ill as you see. I need your influence with the men. Promise me you will not go.” Felix stared straight before him with somber eyes ‘I cannot!” he muttered. “I’ve had my dose.” ‘Just until I am better?” His face contracted. 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The trees, which all winter had exposed gaunt black limbs silhouetted with snow, enveloped themselves in a shimmer- ing mist of lucid green. The rolling hills, gray and wrinkled in winter as an elephant’s flank, began to exhibit soft, green velvet shadows which strengthened with the days, until at length hill and valley were clothed in primal beauty. Thus Nature, decked like a bride in exquisite raiment, went forth on her appointed way of resurgent passion, resurgent pain. The magic wand touched the men. Upor Sunday, their day of ease, they were up with the sun, washed, shaved and dressed in their shabby best. What meticulous care to drape gracefully an empty sleeve the breast, or to pin up decently the loosely flapping leg of a pantaloon! Then gay as children they set off for the nearest small hamlet, which they facetiously dubbed la Capitale. Here they visited friends, paid their court to the girls, or wandered out into the forest. Life, which quickened the wak ing earth to beauty, quickened these dere- licts too. In truth, they could rightly be called derelicts no longer. Some found posi- tions; some loved and mated and moved away. Life wove them all into her big tapes- try; scarred, marred, she still had need of them. Only—they must not stand aside; they must submit themselves; submit to he woven into the great eternal mystical design. Papa Loucheur was the first to go. They caught him one morning kissing Mademoi- selle the Mail Carrier under a flowering tuliptree. Withina fortnight they were wed Upon Madame Fromage this universal chant of Nature, this jubilee chorus of spring, had a devastating effect. She loved Felix—and Felix, with his thoughts turned ever upon his rendezvous, apparently did not know she was alive. She caught him sometimes staring at her, through her, with a dark, absent gaze, as if she were made of air. Love carved delicate lilac shadows under her eyes; love gave her lips a wistful droop; love threw about her body a ra liant, glamorous veil of which the ex- poilus marked with mingled astonishment and respect. Almost through love achieved imagination! One day she came to Madame Cecil with a stupefying request. It was no less than that she should go up to Paris, draw from the bank her scanty hoard, seek out Lisette and offer it to her if she would but take Felix back! “But Lisette is already divorced!” ob- jected Madame Cecil when she had re- covered from her amazement. “Pooh! I suppose it is not prohibited to marry again? Ah,” she sobbed suddenly, ‘I cannot endure to see him looking so bleak, so sad!” Madame Cecil herself was depressed. Alone of all the men Felix seemed unmoved by the sweet influences of spring. He sat alone. He did not The poilus re- spected his desire for solitude and let him be. To Madame Cecil, beyond the usual polite banalities of the day, he rarely spoke. She knew he had not forgiven her the woman's subterfuge by which had wrung from him his promise. He punished her by a frigid courtesy, blighting as a hoar- frost. across allure she sing. One day this secret estrangement came to a head. It was at the midday meal. Monsieur Pierre, the fat cook, had gone frog hunting the night before down in the marsh and had caught sufficient for him- self and one other. For that other he elected Madame Fromage to grace. Ma- dame Fromage in turn had transferred her rights to Monsieur Felix, with the stipula- tion that the rest of the world should remain ignorant of the transaction. It was agreed. Felix consumed the deli acy with delig! t. Danilo, observing his unwonted appetite, called out: “‘What art thou gobbling out of that little casserole, Pas Ce Jambes? What are those little machines on your fork?” “Those little machines are frogs’ legs,”’ said Felix. ‘‘And excellent little machines they are!” The effect of this announcement was electric. Danilo’s jaw dropped. His eyes grew staring and wild. He sprang to his feet. oe Yu yu “Non, non, non!” he shouted. must not eat those horrible little beasts!” It is true that in Danilo's part of the world men did not eat frogs. They were considered taboo, disgusting, unfit for gen- tlemen or slaves. To eat them put one be yond the pale. Simpiy, it was not Accordingly, when he behel ! hi : frien i and comrade put one of the disgusting creatures done May 29,1920 in his mouth Danilo was filled with horror. He stamped upon the floor. He wrung his hands. “Non, non, non!”’ he shouted. “This is too much! Oh, my God, do not touch them! I beg! I entreat!” “Why not?” inquired Felix composedly. “Tama Frenchman. A Frenchman is free. He eats what he likes. You are absurd, my Danilo, with your religious views.” And he lifted another leg to his mouth. You refuse, then?” cried Danilo, going very white. “Absolutely, mon enfant!”’ “Then choose!”’ exclaimed Danilo, strik- “choose between thy friend ” ing his chest who loves thee and those vile things! “Bon! I choose!” And Felix calmly thrust a fresh morsel into his mouth. Upon which Danilo, mad with rage and grief, dashed his wine glass to the floor and rushed from the house. The poilus almost burst their sides with laugh- ter over this sudden primitive explosion of passion from their Serbian friend. Madame Cecil joined in the gale of mirth. And that was her undoing. For Felix, perceiving her laughter, rose painfully and made his way to her counter, “Well, Monsieur Felix, what can I do for you?” Felix regarded her for a space in silence before he made reply: ‘‘ Madame is much better these days, I am enchanted to ob- We had a little compact possibly madame recalls that small affair—by which she obtained a promise that I should remain at her disposal for a time. But now I see that her health marches once more. And I have been patient—too patient, I think! Now the time has arrived to ask my prom- ise ba ag Madame Cecil clutched at her heart. ““Ah, no, Felix,’’ she stammered, ‘‘ you are wrong! I—I am not yet absolutely well. I—I have been planning to go away. Ah, Felix!” she cried, breaking down under his quiet, hard look, ‘‘you—you must not! sisten! Look here! To-morrow we kill the Kaiser Guillaume. The next day madame the sausages, and we have the tid- It will be a féte. The men They assist Madame serve. makes bits for la sou pe. do not go to work. Fromage. You—you would not do any- thing to sadden their joy?” Felix considered deeply. “Very well, I shall attend the féte of Kaiser Guillaume. But after that—after that, madame, my time is my own.” That night as the men were on the point of dispersing to their beds Danilo crept into the room, his clothes disheveled, his face mud-streaked and scratched by brambles where he had fallen in the woods. But his eyes were lit with a wonderful light. With- out regarding the men, who nudged each other and smiled, he marched straight to the counter and asked in a low trembling voice: ‘‘Have you any of that chartreuse left, madame?” This almost priceless liquid was conse- crated to grand events, and Madame Ceci! nodded, somewhat awed. ‘*Pour me two glasses, please.” Madame complied. Not a sound could be heard in the room. Danilo lifted, with extreme attention, the two tiny glasses filled with theshimmering, fragrant liqueur, bore them to the table and set them down before Felix, who looked up with an affec- tionate smile. “Pas de Jambes,”’ said the boy, choking on his words, ‘“‘you may eat frogs if you like. [was wrong! I—I do not understand how you can eat them. They make me tremble with disgust. But eat them if you will. I love you just the same. Drink with me.” ‘Thou are nothing but a big infant!” replied Felix with a laugh. ‘Certainly I shall eat frogs. And certainly we shall love each other just the same. What have those things to do with friendship? Friendship, mon petit, is an affair of the soul.” The two gravely pledged each other, while the others assisted with loud smack- ings of the lips. That night at staff headquarters in Madame Cecil's tiny sitting room a con- ference was held between the two women on the farm to determine what was to be done with Felix. He intended, announced Madame Cecil, to await only the slaughter of Kaiser Guillaume and the attendant féte Tl very simple,”’ said Madame Fromage, very white and solemn. ‘“ We will not kill Kaiser Guillaume. He shall live forever and a day.” Concluded on Page 185) That's

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “Vanitie” “Shamrock IV” “Resolute” How they groom them for the Races the Cup. But their persistent, sportsmanlike efforts have always been i ] 2 ) , - } . . ‘ : “Want to see the Shamrock : Rig ht, said tl a an a I produced bathed by the skill of American designers, sailors and riggers. Through my pass. ~ In eos shed you'll nt id her. rh » with the wave Of a al] these years the ¢ up has remained in our hand a -_—e ; littened hand. 1d ¢ isk for kc Ko narsky. ‘| lav we have the Shan roc] I\ ery _— th. 1) ; late ¢ challi nger. ow! This was one day la Wer harsibeh Thad wer hed my wav through the © by Sir Thomas Lipton, was towed last tall to the famous Robert J s Yard March mud and slush to the gate of the Jacob’s Yardsout at City Island. | at New York City to be groomed for the ra \s I headed for the shed, my thought s turned back to the race that ' br ‘ought the ¢ up into our han lds. In the dim light of the big shed a ip OF men were at we rk with abra : - ° ! peron the ih ! Iban ( ! Le waork of the , h boat | It was on a bright June morning in the year 1851, that a trim black P#*P*! ithe mahogany hullana \ acl work OF th B : : } } j 1 } h r over, Curves na peed rie Vol Of blown-vlass smooth schooner yacht towed down to Sandy Hook cast off the hawser, made ae ; ; rs ’ , ; “She’s vetting eal grooming, evet h of her rubl down te 4 ail, and stood to eastward. She was the \mert a, the first vu ht to on { t 1g vt ul vt ny, } | ru | n to / | . a plano fin sh, said Ed. Konat ¥.a1 r, man and boy tor 20 f cross the ocean to do battle against the racing craft of another nation. “ , ' 1s» , f, : a ; : years, and look at this. He t K a sheet of abrasive paper i, \ Two months later this game Yankee schooner led seventeen of Eng from one of the workmen and pointed to the trade-mark 4 rs land’s best across the line and won the Cup which now bears her name.“ Manning Speed-grits” on the back. or sixty-nine years it has been the dream of English yachtsmen to lift Man ning 4

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= Oe. See (Conctuded from Page 182) “No, no!” objected Madame Cecil im- patiently; ‘that’s just another subter- fuge—and Felix has had enough of them.” They fell into a discussion which came to naught. In fact neither knew a power big enough to bind Felix to the earth. The next morning Kaiser Guillaume was slaughtered with great éclat. The entire farm witnessed the event and gave expert advice. The entire farm, with one impor- ant exception. Madame Fromage, when the time came to prepare the sausages was nowhere to be found. The ex-poilus searched. Madame Cecil searched, reflecting within herself the while: ‘ She seeks to postpone the inevitable by hiding away. Poor child!’’ And she went thoughtfully about her tasks. Concerning Felix a calm had settled down over her soul. What was to be would be—and if she could assist destiny, cer- tainly the way would be opened for her. So she waited upon the hours. Came noon and the midday repast, and still no Ma- dame Fromage. ‘Toward three o’clock Poulbot, whom Felix had called that morn- ing in vain, came limping into the barracks and deposited a note on his master’s knee. Surprised, the young man opened it. The handwriting was round, open and naive. It read: “* Monsieur Felix: You know well that I love you. You have known it ever since the day my tears fell upon your hand.” “‘Amazingwoman !”’ thought Felix. ‘Now how the devil did she discover that?” He read on: “IT knowabout Madame Lisette. Madame Cecil has told me. I know everything. I have thought and thought, and I have come t You must not go! You have too great an influence with the mer Sut how can I prevent you? There s only one way. I shall go myself—in your ylace. And you must stay behind. Please irgive all this writing. I am only a simple rl of the country and I cannot say all that in my heart. You will please to excuse me if I say things badly. Ah, yes, say that you ' excuse e to this de on: mp gi is ‘Poulbot goes with me to carry back this letter. When you read this it will be done, “Adieu, PHILOMENE, P.S. I have taken your revolver.” From the courtyard Madame Cecil heard a great cry. Hurrying to the door, she beheld Felix, pale as a ghost, struggling to his feet. ‘Felix! What is it?”’ she cried. ‘Philomene! Philomene!” he babbled. Her little world whirled about Fromage! She—she—here, Read! But name of God, make flung the letter at her and **Danilo!”’ he bawled o wake the dead. His favorite ng. ‘Harness the horse! Don't , imbecile! Do what I say!’’ az ngly brief space the pur- are had been led forth and har the clumsy, high, two-wheeled Madame Cecil mounted and took the reins. Felix was hoisted to a seat by her side. ed route!” cried he to Poulbot. The dog, delighted, leaped on ahead. ing the campaign once more! Upon the road Felix had absolutely no word to say. Occasionally ke leaned down and lashed furiously the aged mare’s legs, upon which she gave an indignant leap, tried to es and presently settled again into a stolid walk. Poulbot trotted on ahead, occasionally chasing a green dragon fly. It was a full hour be- fore, leaving the wood road with an abrupt descent, they came out upon a small fenced pasture knee-deep with lush grass. And here they came upon a strange scene. Philomene, flushed, her hair tumbled down, her cheeks damask with excitement "i ey were n and her skirts } ed back to her knee was running hither and thither, sobbing, expostultting, scolding as she strove to drive out of the pasture a flock of sheep which had broken through a breach in the THE SATURDAY fence. They had eaten the lush grass until their sides were blown and distended. Un- less they were got out of the pasture they would speedily die, and they were the chief financial asset of the farm. So Ma- dame Fromage, a stout conservative, had postponed her own private affair in order to save the property of the farm. The new- comers took in the situation at a glance. “Voildlerevolver!”’ remarked Felix quietly, pointing to a bowlder by the road. The lethal weapon, wrapped carefully in a handkerchief, lay atop the rock. Sud- denly Felix broke into clear laughter and waved his cane at Madame Fromage, who looked up at the sound. Madame Cecil assisted him to alight and with Poulbot went to the rescue of the sheep. Later when the foolish animals had been shep- herded safely to a safe spot and the dam- aged fence repaired she slipped quietly away into the misty green shimmer of the woods. One sheep, perhaps two, would surely die, Madame Fromage had apprised her. Well, a sheep was the classic sacrifice, and certainly something should pay the price to the ironic gods for all the foolish- ness of this day. An hour later she returned. Philomene and Felix were seated close together in the dappled light and shade of a great branch- ing tree. Felix had crowned her with a chaplet of lilies of the valley mixed with tender green leaves. It was significant that though violets covered the ground like a perfumed carpet, not one had Felix touched. “You will make a charming bride,”’ murmured he, “‘with such a wreath and a veil.”’ ‘*Widows do not wear veils,”’ said literal Philomene. ‘“‘But you must promise me one thing.” ““What?” “Never to wear tassels on your boots.” Madame Fromage had a gay tinkling | laugh of derision. “Tassels! Ma foi! I should hope not! For the chickens to peck off? What an idea!” ‘‘Nor green tulle on your hat.” “‘Green tulle is very pretty—in its place. But I shall not wear any hat at all,’”’ she added proudly. ‘‘In the country one does not wearahat. Isthat all you havetoask?” “‘No,”’ replied Felix very humbly and low. ‘‘I must ask you one other thing. It is most important.” But what was this important thing Ma- dame Cecil never learned, for at this jun ture she tiptoed softly away. The next day the soldiers féted a double | event—the death of Kaiser Guillaume and | the betrothal of Monsieur Felix and Ma- dame Fromage. It was a magnificent féte—-marred only by one untoward event. All the delicate tidbits had been carefully set aside in a covered casserole to enrich the sauce. Suddenly as if by magic these tidbitsdisappeared. Whither? How? What low fellow, what salaud, had stolen those tidbits away? The poilus cast dark, sus- picious glances on one another and on Po ilbot But that proud dog did not heed. He marched up and down the barracks, tail en trompette, and viewed the world at large with a complacent eye. For Felix, his god, his copain, had announced that they were going to make the campaign once more. In summer! In June! And Madame Fromage was to make the campaign with them too. Well, this was somewhat bizarre—and yet it was better than Lisette. Oh, decidedly better than Lisette! “‘Doyoulove me, Poulbot,alittle?’’ mur- mured Madame Fromage, bending laugh- ingly down to whisper in his ear. *“‘Listen!’’ commanded Felix, the god. Poulbot inclined an ear. “If you want Madame Fromage to make the campaign with us, old boy, Otherwise I shall beat you for eating the tidbits!” Poulbot gave three cheers tiger for good luck 3ut nobody—not Philomene, nor Ma- dame Cecil, nor Poulbot—ever knew that some part of Monsieur Felix died upon that day. give three loud cheers. and added a EVENING POST Progress Seven million people use and like their Parkers. A nation wide service through 20,000 Parker dealers. Clean and Convenient Easy to Fill Smooth in action Safety-Sealed The new Parker Patent Clip held in place Jike a washer, Sold separately at 25¢ and up. 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EVENING POST May 29,1920 CHASING THE RAINBOW Continued from Page 13) have you got a chew. But, bless you, a short acquaintance will you at For none of these experts knows any more about the oil business than you do, They have picked up the patter; they have learned to read a map and to distinguish between a flyspeck and a dry-well indica- tion on a blue print, but their study of the oil industry has been confined to the hotel lobbies and exchanges of the boom towns Six months ago they were making a useful living selling dry goods over the counter or wrapping up a pound of nails or teaching a tin Lizzie obedience with a hammer. Aye, six months ago they gll held jobs, and though they might spend five days a week figuring how they could stall off the land- lady Saturday night, they were contrib- uting to production or distribution, and helped the wheels of industry Then the lure of easy money, of living off the other fellow, caught them, and now they are parasites I am not referring here to the responsible lease brokers and bona fide dealers in oil lands and stocks, who perform a_ useful function as connecting links between buy ers and between the oil ind istry and set ease, revolve. eon SE LLET the general public, but to the hordes of adventurers and dead beats that infest every oil town, try to horn into every deal, and gain a livelihood by peddling rumors and selling worthless stuff or snatching a percentage of the spe culators’ profits They outnun ber the re pon ible brokers and dealers about ten to one Sometimes they will split a $200 com- MISSION € ght way These lobby as they are frequently called, are not really part of the oil industry lic i The oil industry doesn’t happen to be in their haunt To see and know that you have to go away out in the sticks, deep into the pine woods or out on some bleak stretch And there of prairie or intoa barren gulch the real oil industry is going day and night, with grind and clank and whirr of drill, bringing the precious fluid from the bowels of the earth by the sweat of grimy, hard- toiling men. You will not see any lobby lice there, for it’s worl And right here I rise to remark that the men who have made fortunes in the oil business, and not through stock promotions or lucky ownership of have earned and The specula and such, who to the real oil mob of curb New York is to Just about that, lands on which oil was struc! every cent of it by close everlastingly plugging at it tors, lease hounds, gamblers operate in the oil towns, are industry what the frenzied brokers on a panicky day it American manufacturing and no more. application Tom Tarwater's Millions However, they and their ilk happen to be the ones who direc tly and indirectly cause the bulk of losses in oil speculation borne by the public. The breed is in nearly every city and town throughout the cour try. Often they rent elaborately furnished uites for office scores of stenog- raphers and salesme A. take whole pages of newspapers for their advertising and live on the seale of a pampered movie star. But their methods are the same as those of the little pikers in the oil town; their intent is the same; and often they peddle much less probable stuff. As between the piker on the spot, who makes a bit of money by prey- ing on lease speculators or the fluctuations in local stocks, and the Wallingford far di tant from the fields, who lures innocent investors into parting from their savings for worthless paper, give me the piker every time, for at least he is dealing with people who have the opportunity for first-hand nvestigation and are supposed to know what they are doing A majority of the successful speculators in oil eventually lose their winnings, but of course the public never hears of that. It is only the successes that reach their ears. In making the rounds of the oil fields one grows so accustomed to seeing millionaires pointed out that they make no more im- pression than the sight of a flivver. You are walking along an oil-town street. Some- body gives you a poke in the ribs to draw attention to a man who is passing. He looks as though he had just laid down a pick or ought to be swinging one. You can dis- cern nothing to cause excitement. “See that guy?” whispers your inform- ant. “*That’s Tom Tarwater.” same , employ

Whereupon you display the proper in- terest and murmur “Is that ” won- dering all the while who in tarnation Tom ‘Tarwater may be. “He’s worth $5,000,000,” goes on your friend in awed accents. “‘And last year he didn’t own a washbasin or a window to throw it out of.”’ They are always millionaires. I have yet to see pointed out a single individual in the oil fields who did not have at least a million. Occasionally my curiosity has prompted me to get a bank rating on these persons, and in nearly every their wealth has been exaggerated from five to twenty times. What I would call real money has been made by enterprising merchants, restau- rant keepers, lease brokers and hotel owners in the oil towns. Two friends of mine who operated a lease office in Wichita Falls made $40,000 in commissions in two hours one Saturday night during a wild stampede following the bringing in of a well. They sold $400,000 worth of leases to men who fought for the chance to buy. The hotel lobbies and all the lease offices were a wild babel that night. From midnight until two in the morning men yelled and clawed and clambered over one another’s shoulders to get at the brokers who had leases to sell on the stuff they wished to buy. Drawers and other depositories were soon filled. They were stuffing checks and money into a wastebasket. The firm in question has probably cleaned up almost $1,000,000 within ten months, practically all of it in ions and without risking its own 9 So case commis capital Gifted Geologists I happened to observe a number of army tents pitched on a vacant lot in an oil town and fell into conversation with the man who guarded the gate. He asked me if | wanted to rent a bed It deve loped that he had bought twenty-four old army tents } f six cots each. For these was charging sixty night, and every one of them had been oc cupied for months. His revenue more than eighty-five dollars a day and |} expense practically nil ae “hey can kee p their gu hers,”” he which had a capacity of cots he cent i had beer told me, tilting a cigar in his mouth. ‘Give me a few months more of this and I'll have a take.” In ar Vv spec ulative busine like the oil, in which the element of chance play such a prominent part, superstition Is bound to have a trong hold. They do the most amazing things on hunches. One develop- ment company was conducting its opera- tions in 1919 largely on the tips of a negro boy. This little negro, aged ten, who able to read a couple of foreigt l inguages, Was soon elevated to the class of seers If he could read foreign lar guages, what more natural than that he should be selected as the geologist to locate the site of an oil well the « ompany was about to drill? He picked the intersection of an opossum’s and a rabbit’s tracks on a moonlit night and the company is confident of a gusher! Another eminent geologist provided a demonstration of his powers by reading newspapers through human bodies while heavily blindfolded. I did this done, nor could I find any man who had, but everybody assured me he had achieved it. He also claimed that he could see into the earth for a great distance; in fact, his eagle eye could penetrate through moun- tains by concentration and psychic sight. Naturally some curiosity was provoked con- cerning the origin of these valuable gifts His explanation was that the blindness of his mother, occasioned by an attack of measles, exerted a prenatal influence. By whetting her desire that her child should be able to see his sight was intensified a thou sandfold. However, this gentleman failed to find a new field. Even the clergy have provided recruits to the ranks of the oil finders. Several ministers of the gospel have been fortunate in oil speculations and this has encouraged others. A divine has gained quite a reputa- tion as a finder of oil. He attributes his success to a divining rod. It is a chemical- filled contrivance, and his friends assert that its powers have been proved in many a test and that he has numerous producing wells to his credit. (Continued on Page 189) seemed not see

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Continued from Page 186 Would you care to invest hard-earned money on the recommendation of oil find- ers like the above? Many do. Here is a tip for would-be speculators which may prove worth their while remem- bering: It is a common saying among men grown old in the oil business that more money is put into hunting for oil than is taken out of the ground. By this they mean the oil ac tually taken out. There has never been any profit on that, if the total returns are measured against the total losses. The profits have been made after the oil had been sold from the wells—in other words, in the refined products. Such is the contention of the old-timers. Conse- quently to cite John D. Rockefeller as an example of the huge fortunes to be made in rece. John D. went in for the refined products. He has always let the other fellow do the wildeatting for him. In this connection the methods of all the large production companies are of interest. oil loses fe They do very little wildeatting. Usually they wait until a field has been proved before buying, being content to pay the price if they can escape the losses of the widespread wildcatting that would be re- quired of them. And they generally con- trive to buy at a very low figure, considering

the value of the properties, for they own the pipe lines and are in a position to dic- tate terms more or less. Another method they employ is to take up leases near any promising wildcat terri- tory on which independent operators hap- pen to be drilling. As a result they are protected in case is struck and a new field opened; and if they lose it is charged against a special account for this work The exorbitant income tax and excess profits tax law have recently contributed to peculation. The ] ou well the volume of oil taxes have proved a te rrific handicap to legitimate expansion of industry, as profits on invested capital in ‘Sen amounts prac and the from is bearing a after taxes are paid, fortune can net more ted States bon tically vanish man of large tax-exempt Uni

low rate of interest than from nine or ten per cent returns from business. But the huge profits that may possibly come from oil and <« orpo- « comparatively small investment it tempt many wealthy individuals rations to gamble. If they fail the losse can be charged against gross incomes, so they will not be actually much out of pocket. The lists of investors in oil enter- prises in the Southwest would surprise a conservative person by reason of the well- known names thereon. Oil at Mansfield losses of the general pubic bad blot on the Though the , in speculation are a boom, it has undeniably brought prosperity to thousands of individuals and a siderable section of the Southwest A large oil con-

area of Texas, Oklahoma and Louisiana is punctured with holes. The newspapers recently reporte d that in one Texas county there were more derricks than residents And now the boom has spread into New Mexico, and special trains of prospective investors are being run from cities in Texas. Towns have sprung up where nothing but red sand or black waxy could be seen two years ago And place awh h nobody in the outside wo _ had ever heard have sprung suddenly to life and are now hives teen known of t ‘lectra, East] ing with money. Who ce of Burk- ind and a of i! would have burnett, Ranger, | dustry

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dozen other such wide places in the road had it not been for the discovery of oil? Now they are thriving communities, with bank deposits which would provoke the envy of an Eastern city with four times their populatior Also towns which had ittained a degree of prosperity received a fresh impetus from oil It is not likely that places like Shreveport in Louisiana and Wichita Falls in Texas will ever be heard complair ing of the oil boom. This to the credit of the they put many towns on the Mansfield, for instance, a small « wildcatters map. Take ‘community THE SATURDAY in Louisiana. There are doubtless citizens of these United States who have led useful, upright lives and gone about their business in ignorance that Mansfield existed. In- deed, the town was so peaceful and quiet and unobtrusive that its disposition did not even come up for debate at the peace con ference. Yet to-day people in the South- west are beginning to talk about it whenever they get on the subject of oil, for the region of which it is the center promises to become an active field. This result is largely due to wildeatters and to lease brokers who in- vaded Mansfield early in 1919 and started a boom on nothing more substantial than prospects; but the prospects were real. No matter what becomes of an oil boom, property owners in the region where it flourishes are bound to be beneficiaries. A farmer who owns a quarter section and has been in the habit of mortgaging his mules every season to make his cotton crop and buy salt pork suddenly discovers that his land will yield him anywhere from fifty cents to fifty dollars an acre without any work on his part except signing a lease. Accordingly he grabs all this easy money that offers. If oil is found he receives in addition to the cash rental a royalty of one- eighth of the oil taken out, which makes him wealthy. Should the drillers bring in nothing but dry holes he has the rent any- how, and the land is still his to till. Indeed, the oil boom has been a windfall for scores of thousands of farmers in the Southwest. Lucky Operations told of rail Many extraordinary the way luck runs when men chase the bow. Not so long ago a one-twenty-fourth royalty on a tract in the Bull Bayou field in Louisiana was sold to Mr. William Kanupp, of Warren, Pennsylvania, for $175,000, hich was idered a bargain. Mr stories are

wl con Kanupp is a type of oil operator who has had almost uncanny luck. Several years was operating near Marietta, Ohio and picked a location on his map for a well, wiring his field superintendent to drill this spot. Back came a telegram from the superintendent that there was a dry hole ago he

at the point designated Mr. Kanupp im me ately wired back: ‘‘Do as you are told.” placed six feet from the vielding 150 barrels a The derrick was dry hole and a well 3 day was brought in Ther the superintend- ent drilled second hole on the other side of the old derrick, but it proved to be a duster. The sand pine hed out in the six feet that separated the two derric ks Which is a sufficient commentary on the argu- ments of stock promoters as to close-in stuff William Rowe brought in the Discovery Well in Section Thirty of the Homer Field, Louisiana. The tale goes that when down 200 feet farther than he had expected to go Rowe was about to abandon the well and his forty-acre lease because of shortage of funds and apparent failure. But he had a hunch. This hunch was so strong that he pawned a diamond ring worth about $3000 for money to drill a few feet deeper. Still no result He was walking away from the derrick after having ordered the drillers to go a few feet farther and then pull the pipe when a gusher ¢ in with a mighty roar and spilled several thousand barrels of high-grade before it could be brought under control. And his forty-acre lease, which had cost him $4000 six, months before, attained a valuation of 500,000 Re ports of tremendou , however,

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190 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Your Friends for Life MILLERS FALLS Bit Brace No, 732 is several tools in one. With it you can drive screws, counter sink and ream as well bore holes. Its ratchet, pat ented chuck and ‘feel’ inthe hands have made it “the is carpenter's favorite.” —————-— er MAN who owns fine tools is never lonesome. He en- joys a companionship with them that grows through the years. Many a good workman would actually feel the loss of a thumb less than if he had to part forever with the prized contents of his tool che st. This attachment is easy to ex plain. By doing work that hands cannot do, fine tools become a part of a man’s creative self. Millers Falls Tools are fine tools. For fifty years they have been making life-long friends of people who do things with their hands. Carpenters, craftsmen, re pair men, mechanics—all swear by Millers Falls Te ols, and so do the leading hardware men of America who sell them. Amateurs often buy cheap tools. That's why they are amateurs. It takes a real « xpert todoa Zor 1d job with poor t ols. But whether amateur or ex yp rt select Mille rs Falls Te ls. They will be your friends for life. Miutters Fats COMPANY MILLERS FALLS, MASS. ( MILLERS FALLS 9 TOQLS. The decrease in first production is al- ways very marked. One has only to add up the total production, as indicated by the scouts’ and newspapers’ reports, and com- pare it with the pipe-line runs to discover the wide discrepancy between rumor and fact. A regrettable feature of the oil-stock | selling campaigns is the readiness with which many reputable newspapers lend themselves to it. With a very few excep- tions, the newspapers of the Southwest— and every other portion of the country, for that matter—have sold their advertising columns to oil-stock promoters who bally- hoo and shriek to the skies of the tremen- dous profits to be made in their enterprises. As the printed word still makes a powerful appeal to the average reader, in spite of five years of war propaganda, his tendency is to reason that there must be something in a proposition which a newspaper of standing advertises by such great space in its col- umns. The better the newspaper’s status the greater the returns from such advertis- ing. I have seen stock promotions fathered by men of shady reputation widely adver- | tised in daily newspapers whose policy has been to refuse all quack or questionable | advertising. Yet very little investigation on the part of these publications would reveal the hollowness and fraudulent char- | acter of the promoters’ claims, and the investing public would be saved many mil- lions. They tell a story of a stock peddler who was asked if there really existed any indica- tions of oil on his property. “Indications?” he cried. “I'll say there are! Why, we have 3000 acres leased; we've got a standard rig on the ground and some more ordered; our company is incor- porated with 1,000,000 shares of stock printed; we have opened offices in three cities and have 200 people selling stock. Indications? Say, there was no oil found in three other weils near us, so there must just naturally be some in our well!’ Another tells of two oil men who met in a hotel after a separation of several years. “‘Remember that stock you tried to sell me for a dollar a share two years ago?”’ one of them asked. “You bet Ido. One share of that would bring you $100,000 to-day.” Followed a moment of silence; then the first one queried: “By the way, Bill, how many shares of that did you keep for yourself?” May 29,1920 “Who? Me?” said Bill. ‘Not a darned one! I was se!ling ’em.” Of all investors on earth Americans are far and away the most impetuous. Per- haps that is due to our incurable optimism. The peoples of Europe are not so prone to part with their money rashly on the strength of luridappeals. They havelearned from bitter experience that nobody can count on a profit until that profit is actually made. They have learned to look for the bug under the chip, and so they approach an investment proposition with the wari- ness of a fox toward a staked-out chicken. The British are not what you could call blind plungers. John Bull has been in business too long for that. In the early part of this year a firm of lease brokers in San Antonio received an inquiry from Eng- land as to acreage in a new oil field. The brokers immediately had visions of a thun- dering big influx of British capital, and opened up a voluminous correspondence with the prospect, which lasted several months. Many maps and plats crossed the ocean and finally the deal was closed. The Englishmen informed the brokers that they would take two acres of the tract at ten dollars an acre. They also announced that they would expect the authorities of the state of Texas to look after those interests for them. There was an officer in the United States Army who inherited an estate in Ohio valued at approximately $100,000. Shortly after coming into his money he was seized with the oil craze, and for years and years poured out thousands of dollars backing enterprises in wildcat territory in the hope of becoming a multimillionaire through striking a gusher. One fine day he woke up to discover that his inheritance was dissipated and that he had nothing left but the old homestead. Thither he retired for a season. While resting there he gave a lease on the grounds to a wildcatter, more from force of habit than any hopes of luck, but the wildcatter brought in a well just inside the front gate. Several more wells were drilled on the place, including one under the house. “There I’d been hunting all over the country for a fortune,” he often remarked later, ‘‘and all the time I was sleeping on one.” Which is precisely the position of hun- dreds of thousands of our citizens who are speculating. They are sleeping on fortunes right now, but those fortunes are their jobs. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST IS fully protected by copyright. The use of our articles or quotations from them for advertising promotions and stock-selling schemes is never authorized. Table of Contents May 29, 1920 SHORT STORIES PAGE The Offshore Pirate—F. Scott Fitzgerald. . a ae es ad 1, Se ee Way I See It—Sinclair Lewis . 14 Derelict Isle— Elizabeth Frazer — 18 The House of Fuller—Maryse Rutledge 30 SERIALS Gwen's Tongue— Charles Brackett ee ee ee ee ee 5 It’s a Long Worm That Has No Turning—Ferdinand Reyher. ..... 24 The Man From Ashaluna—Henry Payson Dowst ........... 26 ARTICLES The Wonders of Washington—George Kibbe Turner. ......... 3 Handing it Back—Kenneth L. Roberts A , 8 Chasing the Rainbow— George Pattullo alts 12 White Lights and a Lean Larder— Forrest Crissey . so: The Leaven of the Pharisees—William Allen White , ‘ 20 Sweden’s Position in the New World of To-Day—Jra N. Morris . . 22 The Eternal Warfare—Stanley M. Rinehart, M.D. . ; . 40 School-Teachers Sc ae ee ee 109 DEPARTMENTS Editorial— By the Editor . . we eS — 28 Everybody's Business—Floyd W. Parsons 34 Sense and Nonsense. ....... 44 Small-Town Stuff— Robert Quillen. 70 A Request for Change of Address must reach us at least thirty days before the date of the issue with which it is to take effect. Duplicate copies cannot be sent to replace those undelivered through failure to send such advance notice. Be sure to give your old address as well as the new one.

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a - i Se THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Sine ONG Fah Wg “Lost in Action” The Third of a Scries on the Story of Industrial Justice A Hk American casualties in the vreat war were 256,017 killed and wounded. But everv vear in the United States in dustrial accidents cause approximately eisht times this number of deaths and injuries. Barren statistics cannot measure the suffering, the want, the bitterness that result. But the loss of production can be measured. In one vear accidents caused a loss equal to the work that one man would do in 13,817 years, working 24 hours a day. Fully half the accidents that occur can he stopped. Some Concrete Facts In twelve vears the safety campaign of the U. S. Steel Corporation saved 23,195 of its emplovees from death or serious myury. Look at the records of the railroads. In 1910, for every thousand men employed 2.17 were killed; in 1916, the propor- tion was 1.17 per thousand—a decrease of 47%, due to organized insistence on Safety First. Look at the splendid achievements of great corporations. In a four-year period the International Harvester Co. reduced accidents 88%; the Illinois Steel Co., 85%; the Packard Motor Car Co., 72%; the Fairbanks- Morse Co., 72%, and other Companies in proportion. W hat are the results? A hundred thou- sand men are living and working. to- day who might have been offered up as human sacrifices on the altar of Careless- ness. And, as an incidental, millions of dollars are saved to employers. How have these accidents been pre- vented? Let us take a typical case. A manufac- turer wishes to insure himself against liability under a Workmen's Compensation 4 Law. Wish- ing to in- sure at ac- tual cost, he selects the old- ¢ est, larg- est and strongest Mutual Liabil- ty Insurance Company, and hecomes pohey-holder in the American Mutual Modern Accident Prevention The SKI Cnuine a? ti Vmnericar Mutua miatke a Satet borst Surv ty plant, bringing t | th 1 oft \ ! f accident preve! tioniny ! t \men ureat ft inciustrics Thy mak ( ition tothe sateguardinyg of ever step of industry, for they know machines, factory o1 VaNnIZation, the Tish ind hazards of bats The rbu ness for 33 vears has been the prevention of accident Lhey a | ible the cmplovel to lower hi uccident rate, to cut down the labor turnover, to reduce hi premium rate, a to create a better feeling on the part of his employees More — by the conservative application of the soun mutual principle, the American Mutual saves the employer money on his msurance premium. Oh workmen’s compensation and employer's hability tn surance it has tor 33 years saved employers from 3% to 30% On automobile insurance it has saved ) the owner: approximately with a thorough protection of his interests Is it anv wonder that the American Mutual ha been called The Greatest Partner hipin the World ? Write us today of your insurance problem and learn in dollars and cents just what vou as mndividual or corporation can Save by enjoying the protection of the American Mutual AMERICAN MUTUAL ABILITY INSURANCE CO. Charles K. Hodges, President Home Office: 245 State Street, Boston. Sranches 1n Principal Cities

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192 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Baked ham, new potatoes, and peas— what more could hungry mortal ask! The rarest of all rare June days can be made perfect by something especially good when luncheon or dinner time comes around. And can you think of anything better than baked ham, hot or cold, with little new potatoes and green peas in cream? Particularly if the ham has that rich, fine flavor characteristic of Swift’s Premium. Swift's Premium Ham comes to you with a perfect cure —sweet enough—smoked enough —mild, uniform and delicious. No need to parboil it and lose any of the splen- did Premium flavor. Swift & Company, U.S. A. Swift's Premium Ham It is not necessary to parboil Swifts Premium Hams before broiling or frying Look for this ‘‘ no parboiling’"’ tag when you buy a whole ham or when you buy a slice May 29,1920

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do men order Phez ? ECAUSE Phez is the rea/ thirst quencher! Cooling—sooth- ing — Satisfying —just right! The pure juice of those lus- cious, Sun-ripened loganberries for which Phezland is famous. One 16-ounce bottle serves eight drinks—the richness of Phez requires the addition of two parts water. This ruby-red beverage — with a tinkle of ice in the glass— is a deliciously pure “high-ball” that will satisfy even a man- size thirst! See that Phez is served in your own home—to your guests— to your family. Buy it by the case from your grocer or drug- gist. It’s good—it’s good for you! THE PHEZ COMPANY, Salem, Oregon Branches: 6 Harri Street, New Y South La Salle Street, Chicape 4 Califorma Street, San Francisco ez Pure Juice of the Loganberry

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