The Saturday Evening Post 1920-06-19: Vol 192 Iss 51

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| THE SATURDAY EVENING POST an J . > \ N 5 Published Week at ? j

George Pattullo — Alfred Noyes — Hugh MacNair Hahler— Henry Milner Rideout Elizabeth Frazer — Octavus Roy Cohen— Kenneth L. Roberts — Edward G. Lowry

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True orth —what’s your guide? Look for our label in the clothes you select — be sure it’s there. It means real value — right style, in good taste — earnest materials masterly tailored —and rvea/ economy ‘The HOUSE of KUPPENHEIMER

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EDITORIAL The Dollar Watch Where Is It? T’S ashock to walk into a store and find that the Ingersoll Yankec the watch that made the dollar famous $2.50. Probably when we tell you

4 1 Yankee tod 29 cents cheaper than you could have : cage the ight it in 1896 when it was a doilar that you're getting the ay Dot . Hed that you will ad that w are trying to Andersen at his beat Hans Christian Own ga Yet that me. statement is not a fairy |

’ ] tale, unless the | .». Census anc the es Annalist are engag | rst, We assut you ve noticed 1 ] that the dollar has shrunk. But you } 1 ‘ lav not realiz ind here we turn to s fol irl census and the Annalist figur 1 1 TT that the hi frmation 1920 dol rth in buving powcr le SS than on the 1896 dollar. The 1896 dol ar was //1 dollar the Ing r oll Yanke nade famous. r 1 ] W That dollar n , look like thirty cents. 1920 dollar : You get thirty cents’ worth of commodities today for the ollar bill that bought you 100 1 ikes the cents’ worth in 1896. To put it the other way, it takes $3.35 in 1920 buy what a dollar W lpr i 1896. So, to repr sent exe ume thingas the Dollat Watcl 1894, t pr should | $3.35. B ¥2.50—and thirte cents of that Var tax. Ob isly, if $3.35 1920 will buy ‘ ly wl would in 1896, a it of itics will show that $ 1920 will buy only what 71 « \\ ) } 1896; which makes that remark about get ting the Ingersoll Yankee twenty ni _ « t cl I tl in in 1896 pretty logical, dos t?

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HEN You Re ON A | CAMPING TRIP AND Your CANOE TURNS OVER AND You AND YOUR MILLION DOLLAR WATCH BoTH GET SOAKED . ( Ge Hw. WHY | \ / DION T + } } { BRING AN, ie INGERSOLL he ~ y, —- =e Y& , Lge \’ Z CZ lly Li f Mj = oe 1/ ' pM) 4% | > Win | = — I * -- rn Ay 1« ) + Jn jut " ' EDGE or PRECIPICE AND DROP IT OFF , \ | ! | | ) ¢ } t a | rj ‘ ) f 4 2) Ss 297 ; é OS id = i /), | a = i a I \ UP AND FIND Y , UR INGERSOLL RADIOLITE a BED te Y Reatey DID HAVE ENSE ENOUGH 1 me i“ An INGERSOLL OH WH Bov '' Ain Tot | ers i A GRRR RAND 48D hws Yu” GLoR RR RIOUS FEELIN’? fr", rd Ace 4i e ‘ a TATA es . 3 Me . ay as a Y ~ pews, ulllnree fC EZ = _lisueneenal BOOK REVIEW Time Telling Through the Ages vatches we ma p ) b 1 ( ith ira la p That iprea her w \ i's first lock Ker Thi ind \ once bought watch at h h parate ¢ tu Did «know thata hog bristle w the stor of the “hair s] vatch? That a watch repairer , a k tive so l thor ie ( he re tl That the first watch 1 ! i e T} ire only a few « facts tT \ ] librar () t 1 rs I} ] t wok stor Pr $3.00 Norman Hay Say | 1 ( OV t beo« Chi \ at of | ‘T car ! 1 tere hag Dr. Frank Cr a ae es the Renn B hi } the door of opport \ George B. Mallon, former of ky rvbody’s: “Yor bay pl jluced a classic on watch maki Maxfiel Par n fa US irtist: 6 Mullion a Year = = N. Y¥. Police Kept Busy Answering “What Time Is It?” Many People Want the Time But Have Failed to Get a Watch; Ingersolls Cost Only One- Tenth of a Cent a Day. New York Times ha

on ” mk | hast lle +f f asked and repeat Bi about the time o' day” a t takes | ence over all qu place or dit tor “hs Q) | reports that he 1s kept busy tf inswering this one ucst \|] of which vO to pre t! peopl must hav tl t t | it t te hye fou wl | neccdk ven on Broadway \ great many peo} t | ive put off gett r watch they haven’t rea what a vatch they can t for low | | nstance, a in wh th Inger | or it : 3 ith ag \ that he « t without a watch for two year I he “‘as| hed bout In Th in Ingersoll | befor he joined | Hay ver thought ‘ t W in Inger ) iP ota ta day At that: OW invone afford to ask L] i kK very man or ¥ ay vho 1 vithout a tcl! ll on an Inger cle iy 1 1 ¢ i th t indas gua i that 1 i up tl ! Prices 1 from $2.50 to 11.50 | r ™ ry rt | | VACATION | be -_

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 19,1920 OMMUNITY PL ATE passes Un £0 It itll Oy FO IY 4 i , ‘ tting her guests at ease, the accomplished hostess ad lea Spoon mn lender, gracetul, with a handle of practical | isitely proportioned to the glass with which it tone 4 + YO n = a ae a vl o! dix OT? bal é 4 m Obet-lined Lift (ase

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Published Weekly The Curtis Publishing Company Secretary William Boyd, Advertising Director Independence Square, Philadelphia London: 0, Henrietta Street ovent Garden, W.C THE SATURDAY otic KVENING POST | Founded A°D' 1728 Sy Benj. Franklin Copyright, 1920, by the Curtis Publishing Compeny in the United States and Great Britain Volume 192 10c. in Canada THE COPY Se. PHILADELPHIA, JUNE 19, 1920 HIS Tomas Dozal, sir, was a fine chunk of a man, with bowlegs and a which rendered his countenance of a ferocity when he was angered. You Anglo-Saxons are¢ squint In one eye, TLLUSTRATED Br HENRY A SOQOULEN George Horace Lorimer EDITOR Churchill Williams, FS. Bigelow A.W. Neall, Arthur Mc Keogh, itlered « 14579, at the E. Dinsmore Associate Editors Second-Class Matter, Novem her 18 Post Office at Philadelphia Under the Act {Mar h 3, 1879 Entered as Se ynd- Class Matter ot the Post. Office Department, Onawae, Canada 63.40 22S ubscript Number 5! ance of Tomes Dozall By GEORGE PATITULLO fond of saying that the Latins are ungrateful lovers and soon grow cold when their love has triumphed; but by goodness, I willshow you how a Latin can love and how tenderly he remembers the object of his ado- ration, even though years and years have rolled by. Wait, and you will hear the story of Tomas and little An- tonia Now, Dozal was a dashing, fiery fellowand he had a rough, harsh way wit! him. Moreover, he was posses of a devil of a temper, sir, whic! made him feared by the other young men of the place. But An- tonia did not fear him; no. Antonia was nothing short a child when her mother noticed with much rest- lessness how often a man of very doubtful be- havior walked on frontof thehouse, Was it not sad ir. that these f ful love hould have been so bru ae ated? They had hee er © the Whe Tomas espied Antonia retu f ) lar t hue ire i blue aw W te . or he if legs. He ; er with ae ng eye ind eaveda ! he Nhispered 1 ( f i went | and Antor , is fourte ears old ‘ miled da y ‘ ney ‘ The nex e wen ! 0] Ww t heer ro hee w ! ¢ ‘ teet! 1 chart ing legs, Doza Wa embotd en oO! “M r ( to whiel . lovel lo ire plied, “Yes. 1 do not te t to gazing unceas- ingly towards a window. Her curiosity demanded an explanation as to whom that devil was promenading along the sidewalk on front of the house for, and with the instinct of maternal defense she got a heavy, short pine club and patiently waited. The clock of the cathe¢ral stroked lugubriously ten o’clock with a monotonous intermittence that revealed the tiredness of that ancient Spanish timekeeper, donated to the church by a viceroy one hundred years before, when Antonia started to unfasten the rusty and massive irons which barricaded her windows. Tomas, concealed under a weeping willow near the corner of this shrine, began to advance He had grasped the hand of his adored idol and was sighing to express how beautiful that night appeared to him; yes, the hands of the two innocent and unsuspecting lovers were still tightly interlocked, their hearts fluttering through a delightful sensation, their breath held and a heavenly scenery ir minds, when a swift blow on the ribs of Tomas Dozal broke the sepulchral silence. Taken at the cruel surprise, Tom4s grunted and broke loose from the fingers he had so reverently kissed, intending to run to save his hide, but a second contact between Justly fearing a third aggression, this modern Romeo applied to his aid a pair of legs that moved quicker than a sewing machine, and the old woman, disappointed at the now inactivity of her club, abused for a long time the daring interloper who had already escaped safely beyond the limits of the city. the shade of towards his goal stealthily. the club and his head delayed him. their house with a fr the air with the carefully polished, and here and there were flowers. Also he had a buggy drawn by a mare : itself in a stable very But Sefior Jiminez was cursed with aristocracia. Her father, Ynez Jiminez, was hard toil and economy, placed himself in : was the owner of a carpentry shop, centr about fifteen skilled laborers toiling dai bitions not at all daughter to a social position far above the her with the utmost care, paying for same Indeed, she had not! a steat grove, and with red r perfume of luxury. I antly. much virtue, but disagreeably religious ; in keeping with his owr ¢ he wished for her swee 1, W a landowner who, by coming into the family, these reasons she had no use whatever for | } sort of husband it that, ! This Ante i Na f bea ful ne iad thicl ky bla hair and eve f elvet of t They seemed t i “50 | me, do ! Well? And the t i ad ylet T By goo ne \ f f renice! D mest laborer who had, t ough effort f ither independent | or e old ma wated the town of Mezquital. He i der } eye and he owned a e adobe nard ismines and carnatior ‘ f » was a small hall fur? ed in o er images, framed and adorned with } o) H i ner ma te ind ua ) w! lé ery strong-minded wife, a w ! f fond of cleanline who entertaine ! t sne nad a mad ae re to eleé te he ne they occupied, ind therefore educated f Antonia had bee an offspring of ‘ hould give oor Toma dflower ing in mind but that the girl should ensnare some - a pon Dozal, w

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i’ THE SATURDAY EVENING POST | o you that Antonia t?’’ demanded her husband dis- Have Were we not a ] ehildr you forgotte n how young azy and fond er you at d weetheart has not come y one he pelado, the stead t, you are a commor not don't th i ITLK same a pr an shall ever take o you had best quit your fool- Trying tog r neart h my ve a certain red our 3 conque the extent of d gging y g her back tous. Antonia , and retorted and never helda forth and did not that which re enacted wit} 1 not easily give after ment was woul ite fe m He came bacl night low 1 woman went without suff ambu ve the co irse the to make could not char tupid husband of a devilish rmined to encourage ne poke truth, cheme father owned Miguel had a about him, M M4 iel Gonzale , whose ot far off Now thi ill the girl of were crazy Antonia nd a fool,” the shy He make re window young me sick the all the time!” oanda palace n Du- m not rrying his father,” retorted of made the other gir ls the attentions uu not think so, sir? de on front of the mile or perhaps a motion nd Gonzales strutted up and thinking what a rking up in Antonia that! aw promenading on front demanded of his sweet- said Tomas. He had best in another part of the city, else there will a vacancy the family, girl.” Antonia laug , well pleased that she had made him had to stroke his chin and look at him “Hem!” “These cousins! take his walks before she could coax good-humor, for Doza! acted surly and lovely expression, sir, back thoughtful. The very As Tomas ing the wi anxiou but tl neck, sir, next night an iding in of his love unfortunate thing happened. the corner of a ruined wa.i, watch- sweetheart with the and who should come strolling along He was dressed a stiff- sweet because of the plentiful Dozal sniffed and was fh ndow intent of Miguel Gonzales. gaze like ar d smelled very ad sprinkled over himself. then he gritted his teeth. “Aha!”’ he muttered in a suffocated voice. “‘What is perfume he | at scoundrel of a cousin doing there? It soon became apparent what Miguel was doing, sir. He promenaded past Antonia’s window several times and just as it grew dusk he began to sing. Tojfiita, poor child, being unaware that Tomas was lurking near like an evil pirit bent the treacherous i m destruction wretch had you see, Sir, told her that he was going away for a few days into the ves Antoni flower after some goats; } 1 opened her window ever so little and let drop a All that Dozal could discern was her slender white insuspecting country hand and the window closed again immediately. ported with delight. He ran to moment Tomas Dozal leaped from the gloom a mountain lion, right upon the back of Miguel. They struggled a moment there under er window, but the scented son of riches wa for the bow-le gged pe lado. Tomas rey. He nife from Miguel's grasp and stuck » | Then he grabbed the Gonzales seemed trar pick up the flower, and at that very ike no match soon had him at his , wrested a | s ribs very the opport lV ely. flower from ground and ran. By goodness, yes, he beat it! Now Tomas knew that the sword of authority would fall : His rival enjoyed privileges accorded to plutocrats exclusively, and the judges would bidding of his powerful father. Therefore, Dozal let the grass grow under his feet, but traveled as he could, out of that city and into the wilds. ae to go into Chihuahua and live the life of an outlaw, near to Nature and to our only Maker. Acc ord- he headed north, and never rested until a safe distance ; de acordada, ind chop him to pieces. do the did not fast as aimed t ingly had been put between himself and the j Once he saw a bunch of his pursuers ride past while he ect e was hiding under some rocks, and another time an old kled woman from whom he begged a tortilla and some beans told that soldiers were out searching for a murderer thought to be skulking in that vicinity. Yes; they hunted him like a beast of the jungle. But Dozal was a tiger in stealth and daring, sir, and he eluded them. He penetrated far into Chihuahua. By a fortunate chance able to steal a horse from a small rancho writ him he was June 19,1920 and shortly afterward, falling in with a woodchopper who was on his way to find a revolution he might join, Tomas felled him by ar unexpected onslaught from behind and possessed himself of a rifle and fifty-five cartridges. Being now fully armed and equipped he was sure of obtaining food and shelter wherever he might find himself. Accord- ingly he went forward with a stout heart. et the image of Antonia remained always in his mem- ory, as after the tempest the rainbow appears in the sky. Sometimes he raged in jealous fury; again he was all tenderness. On one point he was firmly resolved—namely, he would see her again some day at any cost. General Pablo Urbina had his headquarters at Tres Hermanos plantation, sir, when this Dozal rode into our camp. “Tell your general,” he shouted in a loud voice to the first aw, “‘that a lion of the mountains ha arrived to aid him.’”” What do you know about that! When he was marched into the presence of the terrible Urbina the latter eyed him a moment and gave a grunt. ““What do you want?” he asked. ‘ You look to me like a tough guy. #6 soldier he What’re you doing here? “T have come to join you,” said Tomas, bold as a “T am here to show your Chihuahua bunch how the men of Durango can work and fight.” Pablo Urbina, he grunted again. “Fine!” he “But to tell the color of a mule I’ve got to have the hairs in my hand. We will soon find out about you, hombre. Take charge of him, Don Dario.”’ Well, sir, | put Tomas with my own command, and in- side a month he was a sergeant. Yes; a worker, and whenever any other soldier disputed what he said Toma4s beat him up. | that ] said. you never saw such It was apparent to us all he was cut out for higher things and his rise was rapid. Meanwhile Tofiita was left desolate. She had heard the scuffle outside her window, but she could not guess the cause of it. How could she, when the perfidious Dozal had assured her that he was going into the country for a few days? Therefore, her chagrin and grief were terrible when she learned next morning what had occurred and that her sweetheart was now a fugitive from a justice that cried out for his blood. Pity poor Antonia, sir, in her hours of penance and anguish. She had lost her lover. O} foolish as to give him grounds for jealousy? This was a question she asked of her soul over and over again; but I think she deserved to suffer for treating her lover so mean. What is your opinion? Yes; Tofita bitterly regretted the girlish impulse that had prompted her to encourage Gonzales, whose memory she now hated—for with the instinct of ner sex she blamed the luckless fellow for the predicament in which she had landed herself. Perhaps if he had died pity might have entered her heart; but the knife glanced off one of hi so that Miguel suffered nothing worse than a bad wound, of which he was well in no time. noise of t he , why had she been so ribs (Continued on Page 73) ERIC. fo Antonia Went With Tomas and the Army

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aN _sesttamaree, HE cymbals crash, And the dancers walk With long silk stockings And arms of chalk, Butterfly skirts, And white breasts bare, And shadows of dead men Watching ’em there. Shadows of dead men Stand by the wall, Watching the fun Of the Victory Ball. They do not reproach, Because they know, If they’re forgotten, It’s better so. Under the dancing Feet are the graves. Dazzle and motley, In long bright waves, Brushed by the palm fronds, Grapple and whirl Ox-eyed matron And slim white girl. Fat wet bodies Go waddling by, Girded with satin, Though God knows why; Gripped by satyrs In white and black, With a fat wet hand On a fat wet back. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST By Allred Noyes ILLUSTRATED BY M. L. BLUMENTHAL See, there is one child Fresh from school, Learning the ropes As the old hands rule. God, how that dead boy Gapes and grins As the tom-toms bang And the shimmy begins! wu “What did you think We should find,”’ said a shade, “When the last shot echoed And peace was made ?”’ *‘Christ,’’ laughed the fleshless Jaws of his friend; “T thought they’d be praying For worlds to mend; “Making earth better, Or something silly, Like whitewashing hell Or Picca-dam-dilly. They’ve a sense of humor, These women of ours, These exquisite lilies, These fresh young flowers!” ‘**Pish,”’ said a statesman, Standing near, “I’m glad they can busy Their thoughts elsewhere! We mustn’t reproach ’em. They’re young, you see. Ah,” said the dead men, **So were we!”’ ” Victory! Victory! On with the dance! Back to the jungle The new beasts prance! God, how the dead men Grin by the wall, Watching the fun Of the Victory Ball!

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B fl B ig IL THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 19,1920 By HUGH MacNAIR KAHLER T R A T ££ D B r c kL A RR EK F A Y¥ straight- iddeniy, | ow! flened by the mem those flabby, fr gl tened weak- But or WOKE at ignt happet of two or thre two or t would to do hotguns and Militia would be ang iards of the profe al type He crossed quickly to I effective tl leak to the telephone Kenna, of over the lor v ( and poke lie’d get into touch with M the Emplo. a’ Service distance ane hundred would be safe at tl As he replaced the of a turned late! artled him He ad abrupt for a couple of special The mills ver the sound wheele with the wak- not a personal lf, but a threa and intricate ore intimately sh The ter under Mar He had a “Glad you see that, anyway,” Traf- ford chuckled. ‘ Because it’s come to the point of deciding, once for all, whether the mills close or goon. These demands would mean a loss on every tire we ship. It’s a choice between winning this strike and putting up the shutters. And if you fellows have got that far toward the facts there’s a chance that you'll finally see where you stand and help me instead of whining about a dull week or two. But I don’t need you. I can fight this out alone, and I’m going to. That’s final.” The three emissaries consulted with aggrieved eyes. Wolff spread his hands in an eloquent gesture of helplessness, tilting his head to oneside. Donaldson returned to the argument, his voice sullen now. “In other words, you’re ready to bankrupt the rest of us for the sake of your own profits,” hedeclared. “‘ You'd rather ruin Trafford than reduce your own x “T’ve just told you that there’s no question of profits. If I grant these demands I’|] lose money on every tire.” “Oh, come, we’re all business men here!” Wolff grinned. ‘“‘ Boost your prices a little like all the rest.” the buck to the consumer, eh?” Trafford spoke evenly. “That's the easy way out—for almost every- body. But it won’t do in my I’m selling in competition with man- ufacturers who can cut my costs from five to twenty per cent and still show profits. On quality I’ve managed to get a shade more than most of them or I'd have gone under long ago. I know my market, gentlemen. Another penny on my prices and my sales won't drop—they’ll stop.” Hesaw that they did not believe him “Trafford’s no place for manufactur ing,’ he went on, faintly amused at their stupidity. ‘I have a longer haul on rubber and cotton than the Akror factories; my coal costs me a dollar a ton more than they pay; and I'm far ther from my market on top of that The one item which has kept me in the running is the labor cost. I’ve had a bit the best of that so far. Now you ask me to pay more than any other tire maker in the world. It can’t be done.” Again he was conscious of disbelief. These men, in his place, would have lied. They were accordingly convinced that he was lying. Perry, slight and undersized, voiced what was clearly the common attitude: “If Trafford’s such a rotten factory site, it’s funny you picked it out. There wasn’t anything here when you started. You could have gone any- where.” “Yes, I could have, but I didn’t. And because I didn’t, because I lo- “* Pass case. nounced ley ‘Mr. Donaldson, Mr. Perry and “Think of the Blood in Us, the Men Who Chose to Fight Their Way Back Into the Hilts and Make a Nation in a Wilderness" cated here and fought my way through the bad days, there’s a city here now a city big enough to have a chamber Mr.Wolff. I thoug! tyo ‘dsee them.”’ ‘Ye , He had bristled at the a cle legatis n from the im te urrender, as first word, fancying it referred to These fellows would only beg had begged last night. tallment furniture in half the cot- at the thought of no men. ) they him al ison, Perry, aghast rants: Wolff, anxious lest his sales dollar diminished. He felt a con passionate contempt for patently afraid of him under their of importance. He jerked |} and carelessly toward greetings They exchanging Donaldson was the spokesman. of t} hirts and ree neckties be White mice, these hem as they filed in, hairs, nodding his sat, glances of ence uragement, We represent the chamber of commerce, Mr. Trafford,” “ After our it committee announced formal conference last night ne executive talked it all over, and we came to conclusion that the best thing would be to compromise, Che town can't afford as trike ‘Bad for the Matthew Traf- ford was vaguely puzzled at his hostility. Donaldson, plump and soft and pompous, irritated him suddenly. a all of you. You can’t see anything You make money faster when my overpaid. Never occurs to you that I have to find the money to pay them with. “The town can’t afford a strike, you say? What do Themen? They can afford it all They're bragging that they’ve got funds for a three- . Orperhaps you mean Donaldson and Perry installment business, eh?”’ That's your trouble but your own poc kets. men are you mean by the town? mean the whole community,” said Perry with a touch of spirit. ““You don’t realize that so far as busi- ness is concerned the mills are the town. Everybody in Trafford depends on the mill pay roll. When that stops we all stop.” of commerce and to support a profit- able department store for Donaldson and a string of eating places for Perry and a plate-glass haberdashery for Wolff. And if I go under it won't be long before Donaldson and Perry and Wolff will be there with me. Don’t forget that.” Wolff snickered. “If I don’t go bankrupt till after you do, Mr. Trafford, I wouldn’t worry. What worries me is that maybe I go first. I ain’t got behind me what you got.” Trafford understood that he aimed at flattery in this arch disbelief, the sort of flattery which would have been effectual in his own ears. He checked an impulse to put the truth before them, to make them understand how near the edge he stood. What use? They couldn’t help him, but they might hinder. Even cowards can whisper. Let them cling to their conviction that he stood for nothing but an undiminished profit for himself. They could under stand that at least. Each of them would fight for his

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He became si difference between himself and contrast which had eluded him till in hi Each reate, s} They built nothing for stronger men to «

THE SATURDAY EVENING POST aware of the basic the es iddenly these others sential now. ; own way, they waited ying for a chance to profit

when the task was done, without the toil and strain and turmoil of construction. Trafford’s prosperity had drawn em he re; the t helped to make it. He rose abruptly, impatient of their presence. “There’s no use liscussing it. I told you last night that I was going to fight this out toa finish. That stands. I’m going to brea } trike try to put the piece ck toge and I won’t take any |} iral the way is going to get hurt pussy-foot crowd of profiteers That’s your privilege, but it ‘Very well.” Donaldson wr a bruised self-importance you'd be reasonable we'd stand so small that nobody’ll eve I don’t want any help ce. The mar i If you and your you Can Say so. who gets ir

’t like it get you anything. la pursy digr » tried to warn you. If | a just ity about you to compe compromise. But this atiitude means that you're against is as well as the me You'll regret it, Mr. Trafford. No man is big enough to fight a whole community.” epends “That d Matthew Trafford laughed.

with my two hand nd | built. And if I< run it J omething to think about, Dor The telephone er, deliberate gre g le the le v- nee i r il } wn ‘ il Iw é \ ed r edge 1 \ yw «

(,00d morning. He |

nee. He had for- ened joy of con- to ence and a rasping, f fellow feelir g warmed him toward the man at the of w to n other end of three hundred miles § ire, blunt and forceful and competent.

He took pains Wi yake the tenor of their brief interview cl to the m listening three. As he rang off he faced them happily. ‘You're at liberty to spread the news. I'll have the t mills under guard after to-morrow morning. won't be any broken windows to replace when t That's all.” He felt witl had now he depression of last ut yutt , } bega Sc1ol him. S} some a slow, wounding irritation. him, whic delegate his burdens and responsibilities, she was in some } . 11S ¢ ‘You—you don’t think I can beat them, Margaret?” 1 The tone was personal, almost pl He felt a hopes and hungers which other womer strange suspense as he waited for her response Her husbands and homes and cl ire Her opinion was wort! having for own Sake Dut it Was the absence of ar pre ng need »enter someth ng else he wanted from her, somet! t eemed to him to argue at e would st from advice, suggestior A need of supporti , ness to her would be something more thar of sympathy, woke in him. ing money, employment for em} hou “I’m quite sure that you can,” she told him. ‘““Youdon’t sense of accomplishment in securing her ealize how strong your position is. You can win in a week So far she had justified tl She had ne if you use all your advantage.’ nor intruded her ind lualit it rather The words delighted him. His contempt forthe opinions complement his own. Without command of ot} There ! IS 18S over. After all, Their counse] He knew better when the door closed on them. had he

out intending it, they been just the provocation ne

that he would win. There was none of the weariness, ] f j } t eit in him. } } after his n to dictate as Margaret Patton entered. at’s all As she f her aspe ct came to

nigh t He pressec on inset in the wide desk and, fixed habit, he That's all,”’ he said presently. rose a dim con- isness of something unfamiliar in “A moment,” he e turned, her eye checked her halfway to the door. seemed He felt t meeting his eveniy. She » indefinable fashion to convey a disapproval. If this wom: too—the thought made him aware of the degree to As far as he could 1 stood agair

h he had come to deper d on her. his only lieutenant. No one else stood very close to onfidence.

er people did not extend to Margaret Patton's ideas. is respectiu st as intima ire of succe ntent H

“‘l Had to Come,"* She Whispered. “I Tried to Stay Away, But——" ly as he knew them hims« e checked an exuberant re ear detected a want of ent}

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 19,1920 RUHR AFLAM , TT. IR C l ll putting down red anarchy on behalf of the republican { hn D o fal ie government at Berlin; yet all through their ranks I ihr © e QI)pu QI found an indefinable atmosphere of the old German Army— its prides, its insolences, even the resump- tion of disciplinary customs ordered abandoned by TW YY I IL /P I IR Wi IN the republic. The Reichswehr without reserve called VY their opponents Communists, Spartacists and Bol- sheviki. On the other hand, when we stop- ped at Diisseldorf on our way to Wesel and found the town in complete occupation of the workingmen’s army, we had been : solemnly assured that A u S F'@-a Ss ie the real reds played SHS SSRSSSCRSSBSSS Se see MK seo ae only a minor part in the movement; that this was a working wid? JIry men’s government, not ared government; that they were not fighting for the social ‘ reiskommando V Chof Nie Stuttyart, a al befindet gich auf der Reise um fir seine anerikanische Ze @ Efei 2@ Zu ve ee ae . not at present; that they were merely out Herr Witt drwis to destroy the reac- tionary Reichswehr. iat dem Vehrkreiskommuando V a: 20) ter bel , o Now as we zig- zagged back through Belgian occupied ter- ritory, changing and VeSede ais rechanging trains so i as to enter the Ruhr Der C! , : by the back door of in- surrection, the Co- logne Zeitung came aboard. This stands out among German provincial newspapers lent: how as one which shows a nd, by intelligent TF, dim idea of the nature lanning, scooped all 42 oP, of news. It printed Is; how prominently an agree- d toi t — we —_— —_____— - ment made that day tet eine Unterstiitzung seiner »erus en while 1! nm i> le eigiar making minorinterns hated riva he was ordere irgent headquarte Pass From German Government at Stuttgart to Reichswehr Front at Bielefeld between it Essen, thereby the insurgents and the wrecking his hopes of Easter at home—these things I hour truce. Almost simultaneously silence settled over government. Under its terms the workingmen were to de- have set forth in a previous article the lower courses of the Rhine. But it lasted only six hours. liver their arms and accept what—it seemed—amounted Now all this time both the strategy and spirit of the Then they were at it as hard as ever, with rifle fire, ma- to a general amnesty. This promised an early end of the niature war at Wesel had been puzzling us. The pro- chinegunsandartillery. Every few hours would come these _ little war. ial German newspapers, creeping scantily into the complete lulls; then tie battle would break out again. There were further clauses, however, which made us little farming town where the Belgians held an advanced Other things puzzled us. The Reichswehr government gasp with amazement. ‘The government was to proceed at headquarters, reported one day that there was a forty-eight troops said that they were merely doing their duty by once toward a complete socialist program. The industries, ‘ = @ ad ‘ ; & = = & A SEB ETME ae gee FE oe “SME Si : es 3 = . a a se t Ad ; - ag -* a a - = - . A Beigian Outpost on the Rhine Overlooking the Ruhr Industrial District

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= THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ripe for socialization,” were to be taken over at once by the workers. At that period, with cabinets chang- ng da 1} po ical Va in ter} even, I un- aerstand to ground. Th il gy move I wanted to be Essen and it or t But when we finally made our way acro he Rhineinto Diisseldorf, that ne, pa- ous and rich financial capi- tal f e Ruhr Basir the atmosphere, though calm, did not at a resembie peace. ie, the factories smoked ind the city proceeded about normal business. But the or gimme t held a tight nilitary grip on the town. Armed guard pairs, often W ) i red issard for iniforn t patroled — Sa lant : soles eet corner, watched Armed Reds Who Held Full Sway in the Ruhr District Before Allied Intervention veidnsal al and station. And Above—A Detachment of the Reichswehr in Westphalia this wassignificant: Whereas a week ago half of them wore red brassards, indicating We had sworn among ourselves not to mention in insur- ime report, the Kapp jent revolut onary tender and the other half the gent territory the guilty fact that we had come from the lowed y the general green-and-white bands of the newly formed workingmen’s Reichswehr front. I think, however, that he suspected it good to: The Cor police, now all colors but t} had completely disap- because he questioned us narrowly on the po e Reichs- tor ptheira te peared. Evidently t was following the rule of revolu- wehr and Allied action if the red extremists began blowing ingme committees ar Y from moderation to extremes, up the Ruhr coal mines. That subject seemed to be much _ strike to advance agair on his mind. Also behind ever ‘thing I felt in hir a note of the reda qa str The Ruhr Republic anxiety which I was not until afterward to understand of government trooy But from him I completed the knowledge that I had heen ng the remaining deta T THE statehouse we sought out Comrade Stahl, visi- picking up all along the line concerning the organization followed the curious hal A ble representative of the workingmen’s government, of this extraordinary Ruhr republic, which never quite’ I had beer tnessing d whom we had annexed to our staff of informants when we cast off its allegiance to the German Government and yet zeal and t of the ir pped through the town a week before. The statehouse had its little day of absolute power, and I had best, I Yet though the Comn till bubbled with the demands of citizens asking passports suppose, describe it here: ment, though they we d privileges, the debate in } Germanic voices of red A government without a |} the executive power—to the vere eventual! cuards, who stood with their feet apart, their rifles hung all intents and purposes, the lative power ‘ 1 ir rt ince, the affair w handily over their shoulders ing the soviet system a central committee, varying in number with the fts ir munist The average rsus guild socialism, the treachery of Noske and even the politics of the affair from nine men to fourteen. Four paper hanger or carpent the theory of music. among them composed a committee of action in char; and went to the battle Physically the statehouse had passed from a corral toa of military operations. The legislative function wa the military. He was pr pigpen. Glimpses through the open doors, where men in vested in a general committee, evenly divided among the Reichswe Was just a red brassard rked at files and papers, showed the Social ndent Socialists and the a il as the Balt cartridges, without rime or reason. 1] 1 Comrade Stahl, when our names came in, left his com- mittee and took us into his characteristic mustache and goatee we should have scarce known him, he had changed his eves hollow. } im to bed, ts on floc r rs in the corners, His comple xion had become pe uffering from a complete general collapse. Democrats, the Indepe Communists. This, | 1 tables, dirty rugs and ’ piles of secondhand army power. Like the Reichstag of the old empire, it was part ‘If those fe grenades strewn everywhere a debating club and partly a sop to public opinion. Each France again it town in the whole Ruhr district, which must have a popu twent iid to lation nearly as large as that of Belgium, was governed b In the rank and file private room. But for his asmall workingmen’s committee varying in political com- ni wa eupr ly plexion with that of the districts. In moderate Diisseldorf, cannon; the re so in a week of work and where the Social Democrats are strong, the Independent system which brought ty, his face lined, Socialists rather mild, the Communists comparative among them Pavel A day later, as a matter of fact, they put few, moderate elements held control. Duisburg was in Prussian discipline; the the grip of the Communists—all red. These local bodie Ruhr rey to date Persistent report that the Communists, it pired from Be i | i a YF Ru " , y the Ruhr f t t of April. I ; rai r, but I The ement wa We org red t have r 1a \ $ t ; f Mar ; } f ifforded an opy ! ts rusned f Deg 1 A ] 1@T A Reichswel By the tif f e force the 1 ' 7 Ruhr. had route f ick on Wese ere ere the Wet | om er prec t r T t nre ‘ the KR rw erfeld was fig f low ' ‘ who burst »B t f | ‘ not one \ ry ‘ { ( (Germar é ‘ A ‘ ‘ i ha ‘ A ‘ t ‘ appointed the delegates t the gener commit ¢ Th mining town of Hage } tarted the movement— hac been the capital lor a wee ‘ 0 Now the i irye government had ed t Essen, the indu of the Rul Ba and ! as t 1 of Ge ma ° And Sta 1d ( that Essen tended to | Antimilitarist Continued on Page 145

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SATURDAY EVENING POST om DOUGLAS ~“RYRN “oc HITHE lay ? What doe By Elizabeth Frazer Anyhow, I voted assume their fundamental rights. tending goal forthem. But I’m not at all sure that the American he want in politics? What does all thi woman of to-day, of the twentieth century, is not newly loosed energy, the woman vote, portend in DECORATIONS BY DOUGLAS RYAN getting off on the wrong foot. It’s not this par- he future of the nation Will women work in ticular thing or that particular thing. It’s the trend harne Will they stand without hitching? What are neither did they consider either of the two old parties such of the whole stream. Mind, I don’t say it’s her fault. they going to do to that ancient and honorable institution, a grand, howling success that they should swallow it down I’m not interested in placing blame. But it seems to me the Republican Part ind likewise to that other hoary whole. Either one was, in truth, a bitter dose. But the that in playing her present hand the American woman is and re bbed tution, the Democratic Party? Will leaders explained, persuaded, cajoled, patted the women overlooking some of her best and biggest cards. She seems this new force follow mec n the channel of political on the back—figuratively—intimating that they were to be playing out of her weak suits and discarding her expre m alrea irved out by the men—or will it good little children and fine patriots all, and that though profoundest strength. If she keeps up that system, where channelize a fresh course for itself, more sympathetic, more this medicine which they were asked to swallow down’ we'll come out I don’t know.” harmonious to its own peculiar power? Are we going to looked bad, smelled bad—especially in New York!—and “T do,”’ responded another, an essayist on social have a jependent third part a woman's party? undoubtedly would, at first, taste bad, yet swallowed it jects, a publicist and general all-round handy thinker. What is Ame or? A matriarchy? Awoman must be for the sake of the commonwealth—not to men- “We'll achieve a matriarchy, a defeminized race of President? Women cabinet members, women governors — tion the solidarity of the Republican and the Democratic savantes, cérébrales, with man the court jester, the harle- and United States senators? Will women in politics bring parties. What an unholy thing was a split! quin in cap and bells. Who was the Frenchman who said iny fresh contribution to the business of government —or On one side was repugnance, more or less frankly ex- he would rather marry a servant than a savante? Some will the e mere reitera echoes, reverberators of men? pressed; on the other side was transparently camouflaged able thinker that! And wasn’t it Herbert Spencer who Is America, under the influence of this slow but certain fear. Bosses and machine leaders of both organizations wrote that ‘Out of the many elements uniting in variou trend of the women away from the home circle out into feared that this new element might bolt, stampede, scratch proportion to produce in a man's breast the complex the hard dusty highway of public life, in the process of — the ticket, do some mad, wild, extravagant deed at the last emotion we call love, the strongest are those produced by achie g a new pe of being, a sexle defeminized second, such as merging in one solid block to vote for a physical attractions; the next in order of strength are woman? Can the defeminized type persist, Nature—as candidate they wanted, regardless of party lines, and thus those produced by mental attractions; the weakest are well as man—abhorring it as she abhors a vacuum? Can _ disorganize and upset the prognostications and plots of the those produced by intellectual attractions; and even these 1 nation endure in which sex is deflected, diverted, polar- party machines. In order, therefore, to avert this terrible are dependent less on acquired knowledge than on natural ized or obscured? Issuchatypeinthenatureofatriumph catastrophe, which simply meant at bottom a cleavage beauty—quickness, wit, insight’? But speaking seriously or a defeat? What force, what energy or power has set the from the ancient tradition and a readjustment along new’ and in the large, using the ages as a measuring rod, it is new path of activity? conservative feet f? Man? Or the resistle Woman herself s, dynamic pres- ure from behind of a machine-driven world Whither goest thou, womat restless, radiant energy of the ages unknown to man, and even more unknown to tl elf? Queries of this nature, like a buzzing swarm of bees, hovered this nthe air about a month agou New York, at a great nonpar in meeting called to discuss the po tion of womer present-day American politic It was a semipublic, semiprivate affair, demipolitical, demisocial, where diamond ind décolleté mingled with severe tailleurs; Unit States senators in dinner coat it cheek heeler : and vete lean, br hammered the new gospel of of their more fri by jowl with Tammany ward ran war vement, annist horses of the woman's mo f eye, brainpan usque, n of gesture and grim duty ster nto the shaliower volous +} ] of the social monde Rounding Up the Political Mavericks TINUE most brilliant intelligences had been collected from | New York, Boston and Washingtor Chere were Demo cratic and Republi speakers; men and women speak ers; vweakers witty, bi'thering, vapid, logical, and unutter- ably ur piring and dull. The women on the whole spoke better than the men, crisply, practically, to the point; but on! 1 speaker in the entire lot attacked the subject with any breadth or originality of thought, and that one ; this: Why rhe immediate subject under discussion wa is it a good thing f women to join the ranks of one or the ther { the two great political parties rather than to re main a lone, solitary kicker and iconoclast, on the outside Come with me, a 1 I will do you good,” was the Biblical xt of both pa es for the even 4 And to that text the men listened, They listened enthusiastically, or meekly, thoughtt or perplexedly, or cynically, or rebei- isly, according to their various temperaments And prese ws the ting progressed, two facts met l The first fact was that emerged in unmistakable clarity ular body of women was concerned far as that part they did not want a woman's party. The second was that lines of force, both parties joined hands in the crisis, to round up the newcomers, to herd them into the corral and to hurry them to the branding iron. It mattered little, for their immediate purpose, which branding iron was employed— whether it was one marked D or one marked R; the main thing was that all should be branded, tagged, hould re- main no wild free maverick bands roving the political plains. Such was the fear of the politicians ate fear lest this new unknown element might confound their calculations by crystallizing along new lines. So they Of the power and potentiality of this newly released force they had no more idea than had the than Franklin electricity when he sent up his kite in a storm; but unlike Franklin these did risk any They were not scientific experimenters; they were tatesmen; they were practical politicians. They were not interested in this power as a power; they were inter- registered so that there and ownership duly an active, immedi- tarted in to crystallize first. women themselves, or had of gentlemen not propose to hocks. not ested sole ly in its control. But these astute leaders, political cow-punchers, were not their fear. There were others present that night, serious men, serious and unserious women, of all who admitted, if not fear, at What the women would do in this present political campaign was indeed but the advance Behind it there marched, alone in types and tempers, least curiosity, wonder, doubt. skirmish line of the main query. shadowy, vague, unsubstantial, yet poignant, profound, a whole host of other queries, racial, social, industrial, short, the entire shining fabric of man’s and life. There was no use disguising the vast host of queries, silent for the most part, yet now and again breaking forth into sardonic or And if now some of those comments are biological —in woman's united existence of this savage comment reported, it is not that the reporter guarantees their valid- ity or worth, but simply that all the cards shall be laid face up on the table for inspection. Said one man, an editor: “I’ve always voted for woman suffrage. I believe in women. I believe in women’s rights— though I don’t know exactly what those rights consist*of, and | doubt if women know either; or if they are as eager to assume their fundamental obligations ag they are to appears that men and women differ along certain funda- mental lines, and it is along those particular lines that we are in for trouble. in my judgment, may turnsome dangerously sharp corners.” It is along those lines that the nation, A Handy Thinker’s Views on Women “\ HAT are some of your vaunted differences?”’ de /¥Y manded a woman suffragist of the party. ‘“‘Now don’t tell me either that I’m an aberration of Nature or an inferior animal or an undeveloped male.” “Well,” he retorted fine “one of the differences —a the tendency of man to think in general and abstract terms, while it is the tend- ency of woman to reduce everything to a concrete personal with a smile, minor one is issue “I don't!” she protested indignantly. And amid a general laugh she added: ‘At least, not usually. I sup- pose you hold, then, that if a woman thinks straight she is mannish?”’ “Not necessarily. I don’t conceive of gray matter as either male or female; it is just gray matter. In addition, almost man a streak of the feminine in his make-up; if he is that abnormal animal called the genius, he usually has a wide streak in him of woman and also of child. In like manner most women have a streak of the masculine element. There’s no such thing, in» modern civilized life, anyway, as a pure, unadulterated male man, or a pure, unadulterated female woman. If there were we'd lock them up! But what we do want, in my opinion, is to keep our majorities straight—keep the men from becoming effeminate and the women from becoming masculine. What I started out, however, to say was this: There is a certain more or less clearly marked line of cleav- age between man and woman. It is not superiority or inferiority on either side. It is just—difference; the differ- ence between blue and red. Man, if you conceive him as a pendulum, tends to swing through a larger are than the pendulum called woman. He goes farther in both direc- tions; and thus recorded history reveals on the one side more geniuses who are men, and on the other side more idiots and fools. every has

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“But this larger swing is what I am talking about just now. This fool-man, genius-man, boy-man; man the vagabond, the wanderer, the fighter, the dreamer; man the irregular, the irrational, the unfaithful, polygamous; the adventurer, originator, inventor, philosopher; the restless, ever-questing, never-satisfied; dying at the stake for the sake of unknown truth; drinking to see what drunkenness is like; sinning to see what sin is like; toiling up to the pure stars of heaven; tumbling down into the nethermost pits of the beasts; hell-bent to test out every power this side the great white throne, to reduce it to a formula and set down that formula in a book—what, I ask, is going to happen to that full, wide, free swing of the pendulum—a swing in- herently destructive and yet profoundly constructive when woman, the conservative, the home-guarder, takes the helm? “Won't she work to make life, society and man chemi- cally pure? Won’ limit the swing of the pendulum at its darker extreme by declaring firmly: ‘You cannot do that,’ or ‘You must not do this—or this’? But everybody knows that you cannot have a high light without a corre- sponding shadow. You cannot have a pendulum swing to one extreme without a reverse swing to the opposite ex- treme. ““We have to pay for our Poes and our Shaksperes. To till the pendulum on one side means to still it on the other side. And then what do you get? A race of tame tabby cats, with not enough nostalgia, wanderlust or original sin in their systems to sneak out and yowl their cannot or will not understand, hecause of very difference of swing I’m talking about. To give a concrete example: Personally) I don’t object to aloons—in moderation. I believe in teaching my son to walk past them; or even to walk into them if he wants to: or even to take a drink if he wants to. I want to put the power to guard |} from drink, and eve ’ other ‘form of vice, in himself, in his upstanding will, and not in any exter al iW B I vif q who represent the average woman in tl espect *t see it that way. She voted for prohibition and I voted against it—though I rarely take a drink myself—because ] don’t want a namby- pamby world and she does.” Reducing Woman to a Chemical Formula I » your narrow little future with your theories, and AVE it your own way,” retorted his wife gayly. “You look te ] I ol ger one. There'll be er oug} powers of da ( ( sons, to struggle with, even W the on ¢ And I don’t believe in ve little old pe n yway. Isit worthtoyou, to ve tell lal al emer! the price of hap ¢ ! ‘ ired poor } é ] t w hing to me pe ly t to or the ofa e. But the t g rue for th S e the be r of time mer e dreamed, ( ( r ‘ ener tr a hunting f f ft wi nave re lutio ed the wor ce the be g of e woman, a prir force nas op] r nir tr) r to make hin { rou ] enture t t whe Galileo said to } wile ¢ We ! deare vhat do u tl I have discovered? There’s no bread in the } and the children’s feet are on the ground.’ ‘No, 1 * murmured Galileo sadly. ‘Not 1 ey. Merely that 1 is round.’”” “A fat lot Mrs. Galileo cared for that!’ laughed } wife. ““And I have a sneaking sympathy with her point of view. Round earths butter no parsnips. A man’s first duty is to his family.” “There you are!” exclaimed her husband. “There you have the whole difference in a nutshell—this difference in swing I’m talking about.” “Which side is right?’’ somebody demanded. “Both. Both,” replied the publicist quickly. “That’s the devil of it all. That’s why, with women in the saddle in judicial, executive and administrative capacities, this nation in the future has before it some dangerous curves. For woman herself is a power, a compulsive force, with certain characteristic attributes, certain attractions and repulsions, subject to laws and principles, just like any other energy—like radium, like coal, like iron. And she’s releasing this power in a disturbed unstable world; re- leasing it, moreover, with absolutely no knowledge of its fundamental characteristics, its actions and reaction where it is destructive, where beneficial, what it will do or failtodo. She’s goir 4 it blind. And going it blind, she’s apt to sell out the future stock of the nation in order, like Mrs. Galileo, to procure her children shoes.” “I know what you're hinting at,”’ said his wife, nodding her head sagaciously, “but you needn't worry. The maternal instinct in women is too strong “T wasn’t talking about the maternal instinct, madam.” “Well,” said his wife, laughing as she rose, “you will be 1a minute. But write a book on the subject. Get it out of your system. And I'l } stinging things about women who don’t have chi 1 | tell you what—-put in a lot o mean, dren but expend all their tenderness or then I'll read a paper on it before our ' social-science club and make Mrs. Van Kidless, who has no children but three blue-ribbon Pekingese, perfectly raving furious!” The notion of women as energy, with calculable charac- teristics, actions and reactions, stayed in my mind. If one somehow could get hold of their properties and attri- butes, formulate their constant elements, as one formu- sday morning lated the constant elements of water or of coal, would not such a formulation be serviceable as a guide in this new field of politics? If water, composed of two constant elements in the proportion of two to one, H:O, could be : : changed by the action of heat into steam which could be applied to drive a ship, could not similarly one get hold of lled woman, and ae the constant elements in the energy that eal actior at would transmute them into terms of poli help and not hinder the world? In other words, what were her HO? womans constant That, it appeared to me, was in the long run more im- portant to deter than whether she should vote the Democratic or the Republican ticket. Thus I posed the e problem to myself. : a} mathematics, or ‘ emistry, or man, or woman, or politics, I knew no more how to solve the question I had a ked than the man in the moon. I stood rooted in my tracl My only solace was that nobody else seemed to know a No use t more than I. letely lost interest in me. What par- ticular kind of substance the were branding, how t could best be utilized for the Government’ good, these little tin god of the n ! ‘ ew as much about a they ew about the nebular hypothesis—and cared less. Had been cattle instead of voters they were rounding up THE SATURDAY EVENING POST worth so much you with adm to know. The v their ability to fats; which sul food, clothes ar whom I turned men. One Ut! ear: The pow and that power A humble non beauty—might ver a casual observer, here wa a a pound on the hoof, ble exactitude exa » of cattle to the commonwealtl be transformed into beef, hides, tallow and stance turn could be transformed into d solid vellow coin of the realm. But the ow to transmute woman’s pe energy he state they met with a blank stare women go and spill the beans,” they advised anxiety. “That’s all we ask of you loosed, and as full of potency as a ma radam. The women to umbling ove ' f were little if any better informed than the ng Only Wa ciear, ttr er was there, attributes known or unknown *the women proposed to use up to the hilt nparti eeker after truth—which is den further: “But just what t} nature of the power which you've got in your hands? What ire its attributes? Whatcanitdo? Willit burt e coal? Will it drive under pressure, like steam? What are gnificant actions and reactions? Under what conditions, fc r example, will it boil or freeze or « xplode id Water is Water—Woman is What? whom I proposed the query—‘“‘that power } - woman! And you know what woman is as we is I do, She's existed throughout the ages, a noble, glorious, sacri- Now she has come into her owr rse, But when she was a slave did she still possess t power “Certainly she did But man kept her down.” “Agreed. But what did tl power w n kept suppressed cor t of? H did the power of ‘ } pre ¢ 1 « ler fron + + of t ‘ ippre n? ‘I don't yw what you mean. Womar wo! nd mar nan.” ca ind water water and rocks are ro But it was! Robert Fult experimenting with wate the f of heated " d ere that ' ¢ it ec 1 re ed to drive a it Ame i entered upon the ste yera that reve ed trade: and it t otu l was ¢ ered t il cf i ! irbor ous I the earth were eaper 1 better to burn t ¢ it A eT i¢ ered the age of « | \ isteam and coa ‘ leo ‘ 1. The water « f efore and coal existed before, but it re ed the ¢ is of Ame it » the amic properties t é lerr world. Now he ‘ al o iy ; he tying p the ene of wome to tne J t il ma } € \ ] ‘ ( ! | W rt tne ill¢ f f ene A ( { ( fron eré iw g do?” I fared ette é é t th the | f I det d I} fen ‘ ‘ f by ) . and the e of freedom for y “ en had ft iv 1 ° Ay A rt ed up i y search, de me to he i worl ‘ anin ed A He t | N ype i yiee! the ] f t in noth rbutar , ‘ efi oft . = ‘ te” ik Tose an ILO e ™ ee ‘ava 9;

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST OCTAVUS ROY COHEN RAVEW °%.% in Birmingham he a matter of fact, he ; which generated their own xy through the city’s colored te and by way of ngham’s darktown oOpo t of jazz and movies and T hungered for uccumbed to of a e gratitude loroform. val to Adoni There was Nature should h extended from | hopelessly pudgy bald head was a listened sili? at the co icious mot} obtainec der of those who se departed brethren. ne to Birmingham he had aw hi been absurdly id lain i‘ n town and t r before se ecting the ited inqu t th whom he would had fallen finall; departed gentleman wi nverse The noice nt {,ett r yme three year wene with the 4 locomotive d mer his lifetime wreathed with When |} 1a dlamor L of magnificent st : and tife-and-drum corps of of I Will Arise furnished the neral procession whic} , oO mortal and pre d th » wedded womenfolks other-worldly. The Widow ng sta eof n 1 rom the funeral in a think- m of her married life she Mural ret | of her spouse, but the man- deve lopmer ts Imme- i her mind a doubt. She became T ed | fe ‘ ifraid that dur she had failed to aecord e ex-( int prep pect and affection. In brief, she whereupon, defunct Clem an during any of the mortal coil and partaken as conscience stricken; nt exer sed a far greater influence over Mural t} year » had walked of the family bacor And it was this posthumous respect for her one-time mate which bade f < the faithfi of Stylus Will Stylus wi , neipal ingredient of of Clem- d better he had il but brittle heart she f adolescence Mural and Stylus had taken it f ne preac he wr granted that and take each other e or worser. Then the appearance f eyed monster jue, the urge of riage of Mural “They Ain't No Reason Why I an’ You Cain't 7, a & Ff & ®@ Stylus’ heart cracked at news of the marriage of his beloved, and he steadfastly refused to become a friend of the family intact. He retired into a morbid hermitage, wreaking his only earthly pleasure over the green-covered tables in Bud Peaglar’s Barbecue Lunch Room & Billiard Parlor, where during the six years the Gettins ménage held he no ly maintained the distinction of being the best in Alabama colordom, but derived also a fair om that facility. Ss lenly had come Clemi: When cene of Clemint’s demise they t’s unexpected death. e first-aiders reached the hard togather upsuflicient of the defunct person 3 jider tified, eed to the identi- a funeral with urance mu compat » thousand dollars on ey id« nce that Clem- int had been crossing the track at the identical moment the tr: There rather abrupt introduction, and—finis for Clemint. Such munificent proof satisfied Mural thor- oughly that the casket contained what was left of her husband. During the three years that followed she did not lack for suitors. Becomingly attired in pensed her favors impartially, striving to be true to the memory of the man who had shared her board during the term of a rather stormy matrimonial career. But Mural was human and Stylus persistent. For one he alone of her suitors was under no suspicion of r for the lucre which was hers. Since young man- “a STE orf be Frien's, is They, Brother Willuby?"’ iin was crossing Clemint. had been the widow's weeds, she dis- thing eeking he hood he had been an entry in the marital lists, and siowly and surely Mural was succumbing to his passionate blan- dishment 3. It had taken time, but gradually the personality of the quick supplanted belated affection for the dead, and Mural had virtually reached the point of considering herself engaged to Stylus when Esaw Flemmin appeared on the scene, Esaw’s pretensions interested Mural from the outset. And when he, a stranger, innocently proclaimed to all who heard t the departed Clemint Gettins, Stylus’ matrimonial ambi- tions received a solar-plexus wallop. Esaw planned with malice aforethought. He had some grown a trifle weary of his eternal wanderings and was in search of a soft place to land and remain landed. it his heavenly communicant was none other than time since June 19,1920 BY J. J. se 2 FF 4 @ Esaw wanted a wife with money. He saw in Mural a woman with money and one experienced in the art of wife- hood, and so, very calmly and efficiently, he enlisted the astral aid of the defunct Clemint. When startled and quivery neighbors informed the Widow Gettins that her husband had returned in spirit through the medium of the pudgy and self-important Esaw, Mural went a-runnin’. Esaw, who had viewed her from afar and with an almost proprietary approval, beamed benignly upon her. “Yo’ husban’?” he queried politely. “Yassuh—Clemint Gettins.”’ “*Well—well—well!’”” Esaw rubbed the palms of his hands together smugly. ‘So my deah, daid frien’ Clemint is yo’ husban’, Come that to be, an’ yo’ name mus’ be Mural.” “Tis!” she answered, pop-eyed. know that?” “Yo’ husban’ makes talk *bouten you often, Mis’ Gettins. He is ve’y fon’ of you.” “He was a won’erful man, Mistuh Flemmin. He done lef’ me five thousan’ dollars cash money when he died.” “He ain’t gotten no use fo’ it up whar he is at, Mis’ Gettins.”’ ““Where is he at?” “Heavum.” “Ts he happy? “Most.” “Most? “Well”’- jealous!” “‘Clemint jealous? “Toa.” “How come that?” “Heah’s the of it, Mis’ Gettins. I done been holdin’ a s’lisitoodinous cimmunication with yo’ deah husban’ t’other night an’ he said as how you be’n planning to ma’y a feller name of Willuby.” “Stylus Willuby!”’ she breathed in awe. “Tha’s which. Yo’ husban’ ain’t much fon’ of Stylus, Mis’ Gettins.” Mural went home from her interview much perturbed In life Clemint had been jealous of Stylus; in death that jealousy bade fair to continue and rob her of the oppor- tunity of matrimony without the ogrish menace of a tertium quid. But where Mural had gone blithely on her way when both parties to the eternal triangle we eating and sleeping in a purely normal and earthly way, she was more than a little appalled at the thought that even though Clemint had been exceedingly considerate in the manner of his going, he was not entirely gone. Meanwhile the conversation with Mural had convinced Esaw that she was the woman for whom he had searching the whole United States over. She was comely, poiseful and wealthy; a woman to reflect credit upon his name and calling. Whereupon he got to work in earnest. Being an organizer of no mean ability, he formed The Knights and Ladies of a Better World and succeeded in having himself elected president. By virtue of her past relationship to Clemint, Mural was chosen vice president. The departed Clemint was himself unanimously elected to office as communicating secretary. The Knights and Ladies of a Better World became on the instant a craze. Many who scoffed at Esaw’s pre- tensions to mediumistic powers joined the society for the prestige it offered. Only Stylus remained aloof. Once again the cup of wedded bliss had been snatched away at the very moment when it was brimming, crystal clear with delicious promise, at his thirsty lips. Stylus marooned himself in Bud Peaglar’s pool room, winning a few dollars occasionally from unfortunates who dared back their pocket-billiard skill against that of Alabama’s ebony champion; he re- mained eternally in Bud Peaglar’s, drowning his woes in soft drinks and vewing vengeance against Esaw. “You ain’t b’lieve in him?”’ questioned Bud, who wa on the fence. “In which?” “Esaw Flemmin.” “Him? Why if'n I ever gets aholt of that li'l’, fat, grin- nin’ a “You is lettin’ yo’ jealousy run away with you, Stylus.” “Run away with him, you mean! If I an’ him ever gits t’gether, Bud Peaglar, what happened to Clemint Gettins ain’t gwine be nothin’ mo’n a tea pahty.”’ And Stylus, who was a big man and muscular, shook his head, then looked up hopefully. “Does he shoot pool?” Bud nodded. ‘Some say he do.” “Golly! Wonder could I ever gitten him into a game.”’ Bud Peaglar reckoned not, but the idea remained im- bedded in Stylus’ mind. Anything to puncture the bubble of Esaw’s smug superiority. “How come you to What you means—most?” Esaw planted a seed on fertile ground—“ he’s Of me?” how » living, been

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As a matter of fact, but fancied himself a considerable artist at the fifteer Esaw Flemmin not only played po pastime. There had been times in the course of his n derings when vista of the immediate future had been changed from a hunger-filled void to ar reason of his Esaw was victir were few who were amply dined optimism by with the leather-t pped cue, ion that t at the great indoor pastime. was shini to the delu ere his superiors Meanwhile FE aw’s was returning a considerable crop of hz was the lion of the hour and, temporar least, the objective of batteries of feminine smiles, the most coveted of which were those te towed by he fair Mural. saw was sufficiently canny to proceed witl becon His daily conversa- , . At g accord domiciled up above, ng lac a G t Gettins, who, ms W , was comfortably l 1 personal touches which Esaw later confided privately to the puzzled widow, | f fond of Clemint, testified Esaw, was very so fond of him in fact that e desired to turn his earthly estate, including widow, over to Mr. Flemmin’s guardianship. And he t said in tribute to Esaw’s smoothness that Mural never for a moment suspected that these ideas of Esaw. She was a trifle her brair mint’s postearthly interference ir but after due and serious considera- 1 unanimously that she might do a heap turn herself over to the mercies of the of a solid-gold hereafter. ned just one doubt in the mind of Esaw, begotten of a chance meeting with Stylus whom Esaw had heard several disquieting tories. Stylus towered menacingly above Esaw and delivered a speech which listened unpleasantly like a “You ou is on at me, Nothin’!” he proclaimed. ‘ f al Mebbe so y the level—an’ then agin mebbe so you ain't. If’n 3 "to say, but if you ain't, then what ted up. oul I te ou that hetter stant travel! jes’ hefo’ ] ove t ar eeD fo’ five vears theyafter.” It was St who caused Esaw to slacken up the in- tensit of | ne t ar while he cogitated upon re- lit n the event that his fake ry should be discovered. S.—iis a Fake. i Ant Got No Friends in Heven at Alland Ant Never Spoke to Them"’ *“P. “‘When You Gotten Yo'se'f Kilt by the Train You Was All in Li'l’ Pieces. For though Esaw was a man of the world, he was not overblessed with backbone, and the prospect of a phys- ical clash with a vengeful Stylus made no particular ap- peal to him. Temporarily he called off his courtship, without, how- ever, relaxing the pyramidir palpitant breast of the luscious g of interest in himself which he was planting in the widow. Which is how the idea of her money as an himself as the investee. iderable time previously, Esaw He knew just about all there was to know about a stock-explo the detail that the proposition be financially the certificates printed in fanciest gold and wiggliest curli- it happer ed that he first conceived investment proposition, with Once, a cor Flemmin had been a stock promoter. tation scheme, even to unsound and cues. Whereupon he conceived the idea that as it was the money of the Widow Gettins he coveted even more than the widow hers he might annex ash and leave the remainder to the matrimonially inclined Stylus; a combination of circumstances which would satisfy | the ca greed and Stylus’ bovine romanticism. Immediately the departed Clem- int, communicating secretary of The Knights and Ladies of a Better World, sent a series of messages to his widow which had to do with ir was advised tha Esaw was the person best fitted to handle for her the five thousand do] lars which was hers. These messages came to her during vestment. She the daily conversations she had w her husband through the medium of Esaw, and as during these séances Esaw affected a rather comfortable, if inbecomir g, state of « oma, he pre tended that he did transpired between his friend and the e not Know what heaven! hly damosel. “You ain't know nothir bout what Clemint says?’’ questioned ) Mural with pardonable skept Msaw shook his head. ‘I ain't nothin’ on’y the instrument of ar etherized power I don’t now nothin’ what yo’ husban’ says.” “‘But he savs it to you, an’ you passe it on to me.” “Tha's true enough,’ agreed Esaw t erantly, “but in them succumstances | ain't nothin’ on y a medium *thout no ‘sponsibility in, or knowledge fo’, what comes outen my lips, ‘cause same is the words of yo’ husban’. Ise soht of liker to a phoneygraft thataway ” “T see The Widow Gettins went int« I with herself that 1 pexeculive session turned to Esaw the following morning. ‘What e’n I do fo’ you, Mis’ Gettins he asked. y. “You know nothin’ "bout what I She looked at him queer! sho’ you don’ an’ my husban’ to each ‘nother “Not ary thing.” “A’right.””. Mural squared her shoulders. a trance!” Say> “Then fling SATURDAY EVENING POST Esaw oblige ! He flung a trance, | rotund ‘ tling comfortably into the easy-chair and overtlowing bit at certair point Mural questioned: ‘‘Clemint?” Through the lips of Esaw came the sonorous answe **Heah | is.” “Is you happy, Clemint?” “*T is, specia knowing that yu is unde he g ‘ ship of m frien’ |} iw “H'm.” Mural asked a question which had beer the ing her for some time: ‘‘ How does you look, Clemint “Says which?” “How dor ut look? What I means i wher they sewed you together agin? She waited impatiently for the answer. Esaw d mi quick thinking. Finally came reply from as! ican Kees aattens baal 8 tenn taal eae cane M iral gine 1 ‘| na pickle, Clem ‘ “Ask me yo’ troubles, honey, an’ I answers ther iat ful.” ‘It’s bouten $ is Willu sha The retort came i erruption and ! piciously like the nort tones of the « : ediu **I don’ like that man, Mural! Is he be'n ma fy ‘ VE me 1 he i ne } Y D yu l } ‘ He es’ frie Esaw Fle ' go give yo’ 1 et hin t fo iif desiahs to git yo'se'f a hed uy ‘But, Cle Ksaw wriggle a rig ind rubbed eve bent upo Muralag ¢ \ hn there wa f; a m of dazed ¢ “Where la ed Esaw. ‘You ho ‘Heah? He Oh, yes! I must of be’n aslee nu in’ Mu eye narrowed Di'n't i ‘Di'n't now nothir hout ‘N’'r neither what I A vas ta Not ary t "4 ‘H’m!” remarked! Mural Get H’m!” But the re vas ine ible. It y mere 0 finance) full as saw had ne l ) Mural Gettins intrusted to re the and dollars ca mone W n ne ( ( t o he protested nly because his friend Cle begged the Tay f I Esaw was nothing if not craft He ed thousand dolla Naz ind return I ¢ t Mural; 1 NI event Vas a certainty that intrusted with the entire fortune Only one cog ped. On the da Mur ‘ from the savings department of the | N I the one thousand da i Ww ‘ iter t ‘ ¢ custod) of Esaw she met § is W n the be lobby. Stylus looked upon the appalling ing f and thought thoug wise he he said no word tuted ju f i L (Continued on Page 182

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14 ir, and we can then do thus and so.”’ I'he eat e to sit together in ese ‘Our information proves conclu- ely that the nation X will not fight iwainst u under al circumstances, I is we can attack the nation Y without fear y the interference f the nation X; ind when at the end of twenty two days ind three hours we have mashed the na- mn Y toasmall grease spot we can turn und and ick the nation Z into the middie of the scrap heap in about seven- teen seconds | a fast watch.’ yuraged. They keep right on figuring Cine f the thing hi wh h, among other thing the Germar are deeply ir There is a spot in the Atlantic Ocean, dowr near tl e West Ir a eS, wl ere a he five miles long in order to touch botton There is another pot near the island of Guam in the Pacific Ocean where the same condition Dtains Germany interest in emigra- however, is very much deeper than ither of these two deep What Every German Wants N ANY part of Germany one can hear a great deal of loose talk about emigra { t The cab driver who drives one up from the ra tation would like to emigrate, and the desk clerk at the hotel keenly desirous of emigrating. The first policeman to the right after leaving any hotel—and all other policemen whom one subsequentls meet would emi grate if given half a chance and many of them distinet mply that they only need about e-tw th of a chance i THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 19,1920 Lhe String on the German Exodus By KENNETH L. ROBERTS persons left Germany for America. Ger- many put on a war with France in 1870. In 1872 the emigration from Germany to r MHE cern r re yreat 1 at higuring out exactly what nap- pm inder certain conditions and at iking steps to provide for the happen- Ihe like to say to each other: “On h and such a day we will permit a Communist rising to take place, and asa result of it such and such a thing will a haver Fest — a: America was approximately 82,000. Dur- ee 7 ing the next ten years it went up and up and up, until in 1882 it reached the proud figure of 250,630 with an echoing crash. From that point it slipped down and down, so that in the twenty years prior to the Great War the emigration from Germany to America hit an average of about 35,000 people a year. The German dope hounds have taken all these matters into consideration. They have carefully figured out the exact effect which the depreciated German mark and the high cost of meat and the scarcity of milk and the frequency of revolutions will have on the population of Germany. There is a government bureau down on Wilhelmstrasse in Berlin which does nothing but mull over these things and cover ream after ream of papers with figures. The bureau is known as the Reichsamt fiir Deutsche Einwanderung, Riickwanderung und Auswanderung, or State Bureau for German Inwanderers, Backwanderers and Outwanderers. The Germans are thorough, even in their names. The younger and slangier Ger- mans call this bureau by the sketchy diminutive Reich swanderungsamt. Emigration Estimates HE Reichswanderungsamt, or emigra- tion bureau, belongs to the Germany of the old school. There is nothing new or raw or inefficient or Social Democratic or Communistic about it. In the things that are going to affect Germany vitally in the future the new unskilled régime is not represented to any noticeable ex- tent. When the machine guns chatter in Unter den Linden or in other parts of Germany, and when there is world-wide talk of the seizure of the reins of power by the pitiable Communist rabble, the old-timers down in Wilhelmstrasse kee; lugging right along for the Germany iat will ultimately unite with the new Russia and turn again on France. In the 100 years which have elapsed since the United States began to keep immigration figures, 5,500,000 Germans have left Germany and come to the United States. Five and a half millions is an impressive number of people to go out from any country over any period of time. The shifting of 5,500,000 Germans from Germany to America in the past 100 years means that since 1820 not a fr Gert i 1 of dust. The day has passed that an average of 150 br ivers, the dresamake the waiter Germans didn’t enter the United States ‘ ema act e ex ers, the : — = The German emigration authorities have irtenders, thewatchmake he postage Conditions in Germany Have Assumed Their Normat Peace Aspect. Earty Morning studied these figures, and all the other imp deale the postage imp colle¢ in the Big Bertin Central Market figures on which they could get their tors, the Commur the ts, the orderly German fingers, and they have N irchist , ese people, as well as pe viewpoint as well as from an unofficial one; and the arrived at a conclusion that makes the 100-year emigration ‘ ther walk of life, are in a state of mir official interest, instead of being taken out in loose talk, record of Germany look positively white round the gills place, so long as it’s far awa ooks better to them than expresses itself in figures and estimates and logical deduc- The German figures show that in the ten years between the dear old Fatherland. It is at this p tions and all the careful attention to details and dope January 1, 1920, and January 1, 1930, 5,000,000 Ger- talh ‘ sheets which made German efficiency such an awe-inspiring mans are going to emigrate. In the next ten years, unless People listen carefully to the ceaseless conversation of thing when it worked and such ah overwhelming mess all of the confirmed figurers and conclusion drawers on tne w il-be emigrar They glance earnestly at the when it went wrong. They know that certain things have Wilhelmstrasse have made the same horrible blunder, emigrat magazines and pamphlets and newspapers always happened in Germany during the decade following almost as many Germans are going out of Germany as which ip all the news stands and thrill the phleg- a war as well as during periods of prosperity in foreign went to America in ten times that period before the war. minds with pictures of dashing Germar lands. It is going to be an exodus that will make the famous Early in the seventeenth century, for example, at the exodus of the Children of Israel look like a morning sprint wautiful avenues of tamale palms on the backs of their end of the Thirty Years’ War, the Germans seemed to for the eight-seventeen train. Compared with this great Bra ur clad it picturesque tortilla dashing along ted frijoles. Then the it down and do some figuring consider almost any place in the world preferable to Ger- movement, the widely advertised migrations of the Goths, m the back of an envelope and announce that 10,000,000 many. At that early period the Germans were not the the Vandals, the Huns, the Visigoths, the Ostrogoths, the peopie are on the verge of emigrating from Germany. same gluttons for figures and details that they are at the Avars and all those champion migrators of the long-dead I interviewed a distinguished German scientist who had present day, so they kept no record of the number of past will seem as puny and insignificant as the breaking heen talking to twenty or thirty would-be emigrants in people who left the country. But they went in droves and up of a Thursday afternoon bridge club. rapid succession, and his figures were appalling. He could herds and swarms to Austria and Hungary and Rumania I wish to repeat that this estimate of the number of practically prove that German emigration was going to be and Poland and Russia; to England and France and Germans who will emigrate from Germany in the next ten normous during the next few years that there would be America— anywhere, in fact, to get out of Germany. ybody left in Potsdam except o years is the official German estimate. It was given to me i Id Gus Schmidt, who There was a revolution in Germany in 1848. In that by Dr. Walter Jung, chief of the German Emigration weeps off the cellar stairs of the palace formerly occupied year the emigration from Germany to America was 58,465. Bureau, as well as by several other high officials of the Mr. Hohenzollerr Fortunately the Germans are Four years later the German emigration to America was emigration bureau. The estimate does not take into e erested in the emigration question from an official nearly 146,000 people. Two years after that 215,000 account the large number of Germans in Czechoslovakia

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who wish to emigrate, or the hundreds of thousands in Austria who are anxious to go. It is a far more’ conserva- tive estimate than that which is made by amateur estima- tors in Germany, for the amateur estimators put the number as high as 10,000,000 in the next ten years. And it is not the estimate of the number that wishes to go, but of the number that will go. “Five million Germans,” the officials of the German Emigration Bureau told me, “will emigrate from Germany in the next ten years. Germany does not want them to go. We feel that they do not need to go. We are sure that there is work in Germany for all persons who are willing to work. But this number will go, and it is not the policy of Germany to forbid them or to stand in their way.” An examination into the desires which the emigration authorities hold in regard to the direction in which the *footsteps of these 5,000,000 Germans shall be turned when they are finally started on their journeys away from the Fatherland provides interesting study for those who think there aren't going to be any more wars. From the posters which one sees in the windows of the German steamship agencies, and from the pictures that fill the pages of the German emigration magazines and pamphlets, there would seem to be nothing to it but South America. The steamship posters show large steamers plowing majestically through an undisturbed ocean of a passionate-blue color, from which excited flying fish with horrified e ‘ “Sud Amerika!’’ shout the posters thrillingly to the German who is fed up on years of war and bad clothes and prospect of unending taxation which will leave him without much more than seven cents out of every dollar he owns. The em of which there are are emerging with interesting frequency. worse food and the } tion magazine THE SATURDAY EVENING POST emigrants from the Argentine to Paraguay, as well as to provide them with land free of taxes. stock in the South American pictures which fill the emi- gration magazines and prospectuses of Berlin, Munich, Dresden and Stuttgart he would have reason to believe that the international song of South America in about two years would be Die Wacht Am Rhine or Hi lee! Hilo! Mexico also receives a fair amount of photographic press agenting in the German emigration journals. The ing bur Mexicans, running true to the form displayed in the past few years, find all Germans very sympathetic. If a person took any ment. are well filled to-day, and these lit The Euro- and between Atlant pean nations, as well as the Latin races, are strong on sympathy, and their idea of an ideally simpatico person as they quaintly express it jump on their enemies. The Mexicans find the Germans very simpatico, and the easiest visé that a German can get on his passport to-day is the Mexican visé. for any reason he preferred to travel on a Mexican passport instead of on a German passport he could get a Mexican passport without any difficulty. stantly by Germans. are toward the Germans; very simpatico falling heavily on the simp. All these things lead one to believe that the German exodus will be in the direction of Central and South - sary, America and Mexico, and that those three sections of the world ere long will be overrun with little Ramon Schmidts and Felipa Schwartzes and Juanita Krauses and Alvarado Schneiders. The South American talk, however, is ninety-eight per cent piffle, twaddle and bunk, and does not represent in any way the desires of the people. What is more important, It is being done con- Very, very simpatico the Mexicans is one who will help them Or if which ticket agent with theaccent age passengers to It has its origin in cupidity, greed and bus propaganda. Steamship lines cannot exist in the sty which they have been accustomed unless their steerage There are lines running to South An es must have well-filled steerage it does not represent the desires of the German Gov ( ar \ good part of the South American emigration conversation comes from steamship advertising and from the old glow- kum that was published from 1903 to 1913 by steamship lines plying between Trieste and South America ports and South America. Artificial Foliage From Wilhelmstrasse THE United States had exactly the same thing to con tend with for years, though to-day it is illegal and supposed to have ceased. Steamship lines advertised the glories of America everywhere in Europe. In Galicia, is the southern end of what is now Poland, two of the best-known steamship lines maintained more than 5000 who were on a perpetual still-hunt for steer- America. Eastern and southeasterr Europe was full of these agents, who would get tickets for joys and comfort emigrate. great numbers, specialize on South American pictures. There are pic- for example, of the German colony of Joinville in the state of Santa Catharina, Br eral hundred dollars’ worth of palm trees grouped pictu juely round a n iature Kiel Canal Or on the ine one 1s tures, |, showing sev- cover of ar other treated to a scene purporting to rep- | resent Christmas morning in front of the church of a German settlement ir Brazil, but which looks more like the k robbery in the German idea of a betr g becaped and wearing three- q ymbrero hats on one-quart . heads. > recelves frequent Para- ire spoken of and Sie Achention mention in these pam guay and I depicted with unfailing regularity. rugua) Chile and Ecuador are represented by beautiful pl er’s art, howing nples of the photogra- a wealth of moun- tains but no evidences at all of the poor transportation and the paucity of labor. Brazil, however, and the Argentine, come in for the largest amount of photographic advertising. Both of these countries need immi- grants, and they have glowing offers to the Germans; but made some the immigrants must be farmers. Very Simpatico JRAZIL, the German Emigration Jureau informed me, had offered to transport 3000 German emigrants 7 mer. it - & to Brazil free of charge; to give each person a farm and free the farm from taxation for a period of three years; to guarantee food to each farmer for the same length cf time; and to pro- vide him with seed and farming im- ge. About the razilians didn’t offer to do was to send somebody round to hold the farmers’ hands during the long Brazilian winter eve- 1 storybooks to them. nlements without char } il only thing which the B nings and reat The Argentine also offered free land, in addition to offering to pay a part of the cost of the emigrants’ traveling expenses. ji The senate of Paraguay was con- ; sidering a bill last winter providing for the establishment of a propaganda bureau in Hamburg for the purpose of encouraging and facilitating German Opt er sso! gewise ‘emo? * Kiimmer (adh RafumdAusdkunft cm beim: Tloder degen Mreig tele: ¥ Rehr ok es " © yy L°) eA + 3 Using ne =. Macy) ae to Paraguay. Paraguay had already offered to pay the fares of a certain number of German emigration Your Sufferings. Emigrants — See the Victims of Unscrupulous Agents. Get Your Information and Advice From Empire Emigration Office In Foreign Lands No One Will Care for and help them to leave their countrie forbidden by law to do so, they wonderful prosperity in America and dwell heavily of life in that line America in Germany advantage of the uni They co their customers, procure passports for them whet ] The tall , 1] is the same thing all over again For another thing, alert Germans were quick to would expatiate on on the of Sout tak Thoug tl ersal desire throughout Germany t ild not advertise the United States h ' 1 as a place to which to emigrate, for all Germans knew that America had restricted immigration But they could go as far as they liked wit South America. They could speak freely about it, because it wasn’t too well known. So they proceeded to speak freely. They reprinted old pam- phlets and booklets on South Amer- ica— booklets originally printed eight, ten or fifteen years ago | them for three, five or ten marks a booklet. They sold, and still sell, like would hot cakes, because everyone v ] lit e to go somewhere ar quently buy anything that caters to that desire. Then too many German organized emigration societies for the purpose of taking a few mi: from the people who wanted to go. It was a fine graft. The people fell all over themselves to force money on these emigration societies, and South Amer- ican countries were the ones whi the ocieties always named as ultimate goal. This, however, will not be allowed to continue Ir fact it ha already heen stopped, for it does not agree at all with the ideas of the astute Ger man dopesters in the offices of Wil- helmstrasse. South America may offer remarkable advantage grants at the present time, but German Government doesn't wee it and when the Crerman trol of emigration int their har i Doctor Jung, president of the De partment of Emigration, explains to me. Doct Jung 1 pul Prussiah of the lL H a shary | ed tache his attit let A re The re ns f f ] into later Ove le ng hung last winte if th 7 trait of Mr. W m Hohe } gleaming helmet and is perfe ipparent that } Der om atic Be he lea ‘ deol up and pass away in extreme agor within the purlieus of the Germa Emigration Bureau The line « thought that ru through it is tl good old aged-in-the-wood, case hardened, solid-ivory line that mac fficiency famou (Continued on Page 157 German ¢

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where d pierced now n greater dept bli yund, ng tered ng ered ook grew on a - weary of most meet expectation thoroug! ly peevish, “The t ame To be adorned rey pa were | it wa ] ju with cur ing T¢ obation, on for ju jacket an of tailo matter trim piece for that leek, high-colored good lo uffer fr “That vught, very Or mm lack last t ‘wa ve one the blue He miles a) had of where Kel cTo burnt eton tre leaning or , pre bleached of ‘ prawling,entar their pines with e glaring had depre il lil ilk heat but oO ange hin ea fraud ad t not what he | come o far to Now, therefore, went limping on in wi 4 bad humor The among cedar but road wound old that dwarf d, equal rose il and ur hollows all tawny nd trunk from mounds carpeted, with twisting made a low, m torted puzzle where hints of movement, ] } NAMELESS anges appeared to dodge, stay hidden the in turn, ind baffle Shadows grove had an Robin Hood and ru as of from d (Or ey thi imp! e. } colors set a blending fl apie tting o a traveler, al Even , Caugi a fancy not halted emained on i lane ed stor ‘ cedars, badly } lon Oo He had gr t I the dullest country to waste my time in! Damn that foot!” it and epth to depth alongside Ralph, t whi oty g tri e, THE SATURDAY EVENING POST JID TLLEUVUSTRATEDO indes 1 some rnoon it wa but discomfort y the tree haft of vrown and ¢g ! we woods; here Then He Reached the Hilltop, and at Once Forgot All Troubles vu or, being “Odd, rather. It looked familiar at first,” he thought. “Like a place where something happened to me.” He dismissed the notion, went forward, and soon became duller than before. His foot ached. He did not know where to find lodging that night. The road wandered on without variety under a low roof of dusk. To Ralph, who was no real walker by habit or disposition, variety out- doors meant a rush through long distances, with his mind brooding on machinery and the surface of the road, or now and then outstripping these details to catch the next view ahead. Plain walking had lost, for him, the name of action. He seldom regarded the wayside as he had done just now. To halt and turn for a scene left behind was one affectation In short, young Mr. t, absorbed it reen. Ralph, limp bother himself to ng tour, as he of, failed to now he w unligt ot, did not even of hi in once walk the pre Just own ary hings which, at as ever undertook he fumed. “ And the boot a golfer’s bearded brogue crollworl called for But Alward had no great were tri that ») narrow brogt ily hand ome; so of which he was never guilty. Alward held a simple philosophy of nature, called “Something doing every minute.”’ This present tour, novel as a whim for the first day, was turning, on the fourth, deadly stupid. As he began to climb a long hill, where the cedars fell below and thick walls of Christmas fir trees closed in still darker, Ralph was laying the blame for his dis- appointment on the weather, the few natives he had met, the food, the unbroken silence—everything but his own company. Then he reached the hilltop, and at once forgot all troubles. To a sweep of glorious calm sunshine the woods ended abruptly, checked right and left by a rail fence against which the youngest fat firs pressed like children at a crowded barrier. Their ranks overlooked a barnyard with a barn, a old gray house un- der an elm, and be- yond these a hollow field crinkled with shadows and slop- ing down to a meadow brimful with sunset light. Along the bottom of this farm, this vale in the woods, brook traced a wavering dark line, in- termitted ‘where the brook itself sparkled among open grass, roundsomecapeoflawn. These things, no doubt, took Ralph aback by thefr splen dor when, stepping out as from a dark room, he stood above them first; perhaps at another glance their abid- ing golden peace might have entered his head; but meantime, even while emerging, he had spied the figure of a girl not far away. She stood under the elm before a young creature dressed vast neat alders life f green ceKnery, alf seen n igh t the house in dull blue, repeating some graceful movement and laughing. What the movement intended he could not see; it recalled the large free gesture of the Sower of France, but was girlish and merry. “Clear out, you little gawks! Get away!’’ she cried in high good humor. though le he walked Pausing, he The il Noth ng but “They are the Comicatestt”’ She Began, and Turned to Share Her Delight } ok June 19,1920 By HENRY MILNER RIDEQUT il w. H. D. KOERNER Ralph was a favorite with ladies, his genius throve among them; so that is why the land- scape brightened for him, and why, forgetting his lameness, he went cheerfully downhill toward the farmhouse. The girl was feeding Plymouth Rock chickens in the road, throwing their supper broadcast from a yellow earth- enware bowl, and pausing to drive away half a dozen young turkeys that ravaged among them. “They are the comicalest!”’ she began, and turned to share her delight. Then she started backward in dismay from an unknown. “Oh! Who’s this? I thought it was CGoosewings.”” The laughter went out of her face. Clasping the yellow bow! in both arms, as though he had come to rob, she stood encircled by her flock. Ralph bowed and laughed. Their encounter pleased him. The girl’s hair shone in great ruddy-bronze masses, a dark fire; her eyes, red brown and at the moment widely open, seemed also t« what caught his approval more than all was the outdoor neither pale nor tanned—and the She wore an old dress » contain this living color, reflected; but brightness of her face clean curve of her neck and throat. rough as canvas, a faded kind of dungaree blue, which, like the bowl in her arms, became her as if chosen for adorn- ment, ‘I didn’t mean to startle you,”’ he said; then answered ““My name’s Ralph Alward. I was only here, from Leslabay’s Road, I believe her question. walking throug! they call it.” As for her, she saw a handsome young man, erect and slender, who had a winning smile and wore raiment the like of which she had never known except in pictures. He might have dropped from the sky, rather than the woods above the barnyard. “Whose farm is this, please?”’ he was asking. stranger, you know.” His voice had an his fashion of speaking easy and roundabout forbear smiling. “Why, father’s,” she replied. Noah Loveday’s.” He must be a great stranger, not to know. Ralph took all the smile to himself and determined that Loveday’s Farm should provide his lodging for the night. ‘“* How far is it,”’ said he, “‘to the next —er ? Or “I'ma agreeable sound. It was friendly. Yet not downright like a man’s, but seemed so odd that she could not “ It’s Loveday’s Farm. village? settlement? I’ve walked all day, and I’m rather lame, you see.” He made a few steps, limping hard, back and forth past the chickens and turkeys, which huddled there forgotten. “My boots weren’t the right kind, I dare say,” he explained with a rueful smile. ‘Well, no, I guess likely!" cried the girl, staring at those noble filigreed brpgues. “‘ You poor thing! Why, you can’t go on like that! You come sit you on the doorstep. Wait.” She laid her yellow dish in the road, left it to be filled with squabbling fowls, and ran off past the elm into the open door of the house. Her running was light, her ankles flew. Ralph, admiring, followed slowly and practiced the limp to good effect. He sat down as bidden on her doorstep, a flat granite rock. The elm overhung house and road like a fountain of leaves; under its fringe the meadow swam in a bright haze; but disregarding these objects he turned to look inside the house, where in darkness at the end of a passageway he could hear her busy with something. “There now.”” She came bringing a pair of brown moc- casins. “You change into them. They'll ease your feet for you. Scow bo’ts.” She laughed, and so did he, for the moccasins were huge old panniers of moosehide.

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— he ae, “Father and him are coming home now, so I’ll.go get supper. She slipped out past him to the road. Once more Ralph admired that clean, light-foot running, and the sweep of her bare arms as she drove away chickens and turkeys in dodging confusion behind the house, out of sight. Pres- ently returning, she waited on the grass plot while he tied his moccasin thongs. “Feel better, I guess, maybe?” Ralph smiled and nodded “Much, thank you.’ A heavy tread resounded within the house, as if giants were entering at the back door. Alward rose. He was thinking that he had never before seen dark-red eyes or such a glowing crown of dark-red hair. What with them and his clumsy footgear he stumbled. “Did you hurt you?’ hand. So, as in old tales they say evil must come if at all, she cried, and caught him by the sne helped him over the threshold. ia THROUGH a long low room the sun poured, slanting upward. A stove, a cupboard, and a sink with a green- painted pump, marked off the far end as kitchen: the near end kept higher estate as living room, with oval braided rugs, a fireplace containing dog irons, a mantel holding two gold-luster jugs full of mallows, on the wall a Zulu gun among some ta ls of ruffed grouse disp aved far wise, ar d near the front window a table surrounded by chairs Here the girl made Ralph sit down again, and sped to her oven. All the room shone clean and tidy in that sunset brightness, but on her way she stooped and brushed the hearth with a turkey’s wing. “Well, Zenoby, here we come a-tagglin’, run o’ pigweed Two persons entered at the kitchen door. Their foot- steps had thundered so in the back passage that Ralp| was now astonished to see no giants, but a pair of thin, almost frail-looking men. Their boots had made all the noise— heavy boots on tired feet. He who spoke first was gray haired, gray bearded, stooped like ar alid, and gazed about with rather vacant blue eyes. His follower, young and ungainly, seemed a narrow bundle of shanks, all height and no width. Each was struggling into a jacket. “*Evenin’, M-mother B-bunch,”’ stammered Longshanks, with an embarrassed grin. “Why, Goosew ngs,” replied in a tone of banter, “I don’t s’pose you want the girl, kneeling by the oven door, anything to eat.” “You Haven't Heard What I Came After. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST i “Haw, haw!” roared Goosewings in one great burst of laughter, strangely abrupt. His freckled face gleamed with enjoyment. ‘‘Us fleshy fellers comes a-runnin’ to supper f-f-full chisel!” www" Then he caught sight of Ralph across the room, and at once became sad as a -mourner. “Father,” said the girl, glancing up, “here’s a man walked from the Crossing, and went lame. I routed him out your moggasins, and he J Ralph rose and made himself and his desires known. “Why, sartain.”” The stooping man responded mildly, with a vague look at his guest. ‘‘’Course ye can st ir. All is, take the house as ye find it. We hain't over above jauntified.” The supper, when brought to table, confirmed this say- ing of Mr. Loveday's. It was exceedingly plain food —hot } op nere, iscuits, tea, a finnan haddie, blueberries, and hermit which, though assembled al 1 in one course, appeared to talph anything but bountiful. He began, however, to talk cheerfu ily about it, feigning great pleasure. His compan- l The girl Zenobia turned down her sleeves, buttoned her wristbands, and took the chair ions made no y opposite him. “Fresh air and appetite,”’ he was rattling on, ‘and a good COOK The s ght of three bowed heads cut short his di qulsi- tion. He had forgotten such a custom held in places out of the way. With some confusion but more amusement he followed it, and sat looking down, waiting, and after a time wondering why the old man, or his daughter, or this young lout beside him did not begin and utter their formula. No one spoke. As moments passed a wild thought crept into his mind: How if they were expecting him to say it? Ina kind of terror he glanced up. The three others, calm and thoughtful, were attending his convenience. ‘If you're ready, sir,’’ said old Noah mildly, “pass me your plate for a helpin’.”’ It was Ralph’s first knowledge of silent grace. A bit of old-fashioned comedy worth remembering, he thought; given a few touches here and there it would make an anecdote for use During supper Loveday spoke once or twice. “We ain't heavy eaters, this household. Zenoby, guess you better go cook the young man a mess of aigs to make out with.” Ralph declined this offer Goosewings the lanky ate with stern purpose and ar The meal went on in silence. economy of movement which kept his freckled face near his plate . From knife to shoulder blades the man se¢« med ~] all edge and angle. At last, thought Ralph, he knew what it meant to be sharp-set. Meanwhile, across the table, hi caught from time to time the dark red-brown eyes of Zenobia watching him secretly, wit! ght in them lig em kind but anxiou When b leberrie and nermit had var he 1 an odd thing happened. Old Loveday and |} daughter turned toward their servant Goosewings, as if they expected him to perforn ome ial after meat Le fa 1OW ! chair, humped and brooding “Were they good ! Ired Zenobia st Goosewings woke, jerked |} body upright, grinned slowly round the board, then drawing his face blanker tha an idiot’s he looked cross-eyed, waggled his great outstand Ing ears, and made his crop of colorle hair dart forward and backward, the whole calp playing loose. ‘Good vittles!”’ he said ‘Haw, haw!” Shoving } chair free of the table he relapsed into mel ancholy, as though cowed by the presence of a stranger “We always do that,” explained the girl. “‘ He Kind of a wit.” Goosewings looked at Ralph askance. “I’m a wi-wit and a wa-wag and a wa-wanton with a wi-wig,”” he declared, “‘when ye t-treat me right.” The room had grown dark. Zenobia rose, went to her kitchen cupboard, and lighting a glass hand lamp set it o a shelf Ti it end of th e house became brig! { ar d Dy contrast the three men sat in deeper gloom, while she came and went, removing the supper dishes. Ralph would have helped her. “Keep ye settin’,” said Noah Loveday. “Better leave women’s work alon’.””. He stroked his beard with aiml j fingers and winked at the lamp. “I un'stand ve come paiggin’ it all the ways here f’m the Crossin’? Well, that’ a real long hard spell a-hoofin’.” Ralp} took these word a right] , a an invitatior to unfold himself. He was a good talker, and on that evenings t The hi tory of his last few day s he reviewed quickl for he had walked through the country seeing little and i quiring less; but no sooner could he hark back to the world of cities and get his mind going on its native pavement thar he told wonders. Old Noah, listenir g, now and then mur mured some polite ejaculatior “Sho! Don’t say! Guess ye run acrost | of grand doin’s like them, sir, to occupy the mind up the Well, now, hear that! Jest thir and you make no more bon’'s of it than’s if ‘twas everyday! Continued on Page 104 To-day's the Only Chance I Got All Summer"

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 19,1920 STRUCTION, have to work or save if you try our magic rec- ipe. All the laws of eco- nomics are overcome, Try this new remedy and you can have your cake and eat it too. But you have heard them. As the Good Book says, they have filled their bellies with the east wind and their talk is as the crackling of dry thorns under a pot. All this discussion of reconstruction problems is old stuff to me. I was raised on such talk. I have heard it ever since I can remember. I was born in Georgia eleven years after Lee’s sur- render. My people were in the path of Sherman’s march tothe sea. They refugees; their homes were burned, their cotton destroyed, their plantations rav- aged, their livestock run off, confiscated or killed. They were still talking about it when I was a boy. Their stories are as vivid and real to me as the things I saw with my eyes in France. were own They all came me with a quickening of the heart and a tightening of the home to Sherman's Troops Tearing Up the Railways Before Evacuating Atlanta ed and ve tion of the war reconstruction prob- lem. I know the magic formula for curing this eco- nomic ill, It is incredibly simple. I have found out, too, the chief unfriendly agents that make reconstruction diffi- ilt—the obstacles to progress, the slowing, delaying factors. I mean stupid, narrow-minded, purblind poli- t I think I can prove this. There is a reconstruction problem in Europe to-day. In the five years I spent in England, France, Bel- gium, Holland and Germany from 1914 to 1919 I saw this problem in the making. I am familiar with its stages and its present aspects. It is a real problem, but it can be The industrial and economic disorders and ills in Europe are being aggra- vated and a solution delayed by a false mental attitude toward them rified and can set down clearly HAVE di and cove , j imply a solu cians successive solved. Problems at Home VEUNNED and dazed and tired out by four years of war, some of the Europeans are aying: “We can never get on our feet again. We must have help. You Americans are rich. You must cancel our debts to you and lend us money. Lend us four or five billions or more to restore our devastated country and start again. We can do nothing for without your assistance. You must in business again or we can never our industries ourselves et us up recover 7“: Now that assumption is untrue. I do not ay this harshly or detachedly as one without ympathy or interest in the economic restora- , ociates in the war, but delib- erately and as a proved friend, because I can yport and buttress and establish my words tion of our a known precedent We } , too, but in comparison it We are j iying with it at this the cackling of k and easy overnight reconstruction problem here at ave a amounts to ure and listening to sw ) propose qui two of these sugar-coated they say, and see how ill feel in the Take morning. throat when I used to encounter the long, pa- thetic lines of dusty, tired, worn refugees coming back from Béthune, Amiens, Arras, La Bassée, Albert, Lens, St.-Quentin, Cambrai and the other fine old towns that came under shell fire. As they plodded so wearily, clinging to their bits of household stuff, adrift in a world gone mad, I knew that I was seeing again my own people about fifty years ago. The French or the Belgians cannot accuse By EDWARD me of lack of understanding or lack of sympathy with their present plight. And now the South is on her feet again. She has recov- ered from the war. She is dripping with fatness and pros- perity. She raised herself with her own hands. She had no outside help. The problem of the Southern States was much more complex and difficult when the Civil War ended than the reconstruction that France and Belgium now face. The South had no hinterland, no reservoirs to draw upon for raw materials or resources. The old South was literally ruined by the war. Her economic and social systems based on slavery and one great crop—cotton— were clean swept away. When she came to get on her feet she had not only her industrial and economic problems to solve but a race problem to deal with in her liberated slaves and an acute political problem forced upon her by the carpetbaggers and scalawags who settled down upon the defeated states like a swarm of locusts. France and Belgium have no such race or political ques- tions. Much of those two countries was untouched by the war and is as rich or richer in material resources and money than before 1914. The ravaged and devastated sections can draw from this reservoir. The Southern States had no such filling station in 1865. The Typical Case of Atlanta RECISELY then, how did the Southern States solve their problem of reconstruction? That is the tale I have to tell. Take Atlanta, for example. Her story and her recovery is the story of the recovery of the South. She is a conspicuous-type case. The town was shelled for more than a month while filled with a civilian population of men, women and children noncombatants When finally taken by the enemy the civilians were de- ported. Then when after a brief occupancy Sherman left the town and took up his march to the sea he utterly de- stroyed it by fire and explosives. France can offer no more complete case of the ravages of war. All cities have personalities. Paris is not more distinc- tive than Atlanta, or Madrid than Montgomery. Atlanta has always been from its earliest days self-confident and enterprising—a thruster, unafraid and ready to try any- thing once. The for- You won't een tried before ir 1 dream book. vik WAR PUR ¥ THE REVIEW OF RF AS COMPANY The Ruin of Hood's Retreat—Demolished Cars and Rolling Mill

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ee ee _ o LSS Se ee = >= Ee ALT LAIN: G. LOWRY The first house built on the present site of Atlanta was a log shanty erected in 1836. The settlement was called Terminus and continued to be so called until 1842. From 1843 to 1847 the town was called Marthasville. In 1846 the first railroad came in and in 1847 the legislature incor- porated the city of Atlanta. The population had grown in 1859 to 11,500. At the beginning of the Civil War in 1861 the inhabitants numbered about 13,000. It was a busy, thriving, bustling, energetic town. Early in the summer of 1864 Sherman started from Chattanooga toward Atlanta, the Confederates, first under Johnston and later under Hood, retreating before him. They were fighting all the way down. By July Sher- man was in front of Atlanta and soon the town was in a state of siege. The shelling of Atlanta began in deadly earnest on August 9, 1864. Of this particular day, and of the subse- quent bombardment, Hood, the Confederate general, whose forces occupied the town, said: he ninth was made memorable by the most furious cannonade which the city sustained during the siege. n and children fled into cellars and were forced to ielter a greater length of time than at any period of the bombardment. T bombardment of the city con- tinued until the twenty-fifth of August. It was painful, yet strange, to mark how expert grew the old men, women and children in building their little underground forts in which to fly for safety during the stream of shell and shot. The first shell that fell into the town exploded at the corner of East Ellis and Ivy streets, killing a little girl who was walking with her father. This was on the morn- ing of July twentieth. The town was full of old men, women and children during the bombardment, as many of the noncombatants had been unable to leave. The Mayor's Note to General Ward rces evacuated Atlanta on Sep- , y on the morning of September HE Confederate fi tember 1, 1864, and ear second a group of the leading citizens of the town met in the office of the mayor to discuss what should be done. A suggestior it a committee ride to the headquarters of the nearest Federal commander and apprise him of the f i Atlanta met with favor. Mayor Calhoun it best to head the committee himself and in his tender the surrender of the city. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 19 About ten o’clock in the morning Mayor Cal- houn, accompanied by E.E. Rawson, ThomasG. Crusselle, J. E. Williams, Thomas Kile, William Markham and Julius Hayden set out on horseback toward the bridge across the Chat- tahoochee River, which the Federal troops were holding. One of the party carried a white flag. They were, of course, allunarmed. The deserted earthworks of the Confederates were passed just at the north- ern outskirts of the city. Not a soul was visible. A few hundred yards beyond the Con- federate worksstretched the parallel lines of Fed- eral defenses. Suddenly along the road leading across the old Union lines a small squad of Union cavalry came slowly, feeling toward Atlanta. They moved down toward the civil- ians carrying the whi flag. The two parties met and greeted one another civilly. Mayor Calhoun introduced himself and made known his mission. “TI am looking for General Sherman,” he said. “‘General Sherman is twenty miles from here, sir—down about Jonesboro,” returned the Federal captain. “If you want to reach the commanding officer of this division you will have to see General Slocum at the bridge. He will shortly be in command in Atlanta.” At this moment Colonel Coburn, commanding the Sec- ond Brigade, rode up and was introduced to the mayor, Colonel Coburn advised Mayor Calhoun to write a note formally embodying his desire to surrender the city, Palisades and Chev paux:de-:Frise Guarding Atlanta After the Sharpshooting in Potter's House addressing it to Brigadier General Ward. Taking a memo- randum book from his pocket, Mayor Calhoun tore out a page and wrote the following message, which could hardly be termed an abject surrender: ATLANTA, GA., September 2, 1864 BRIGADIER GENERAL WARD, CompG. THIRD DIVISION, TWENTIETH CorRPs. Sir: The fortune of war | placed Atlanta in your As mayor of the city, I ask protection to nor combatants and private property. JAMES M. CALHOUN, Mayor of Atlanta hands. The mayor and his party then ret town. By noon the whole line of Street, along which the mayor and } party had ridden early that mor Sherman’s dashing Yankee i squad of Confederate cavalry had stayed in the town too long and there was som ultory firing before they got away. This soo: of Federal infantry cams marching in, at least one of them preceded b; a band playing Yankee Doodle. The flags were run up on the city hall. ceased and colum: Sherman's Orders ‘ DY THE middle of the afternoon the hea army wagons were rolling in wreathed it clouds of dust and by sundown the irrepre ible sutler had his wares displayed in va tores. A news agent took possession of the post office. The quartermasters « ipied best shops and the higher command possession of the best residences for head quarters. The soldiers got along v« “ with the citizens. There wa no } aging a not a woman was offered t Ir where families were destitute the f ere supplied from the commissary stores Sherman decided to deport all the tants of Atlanta, Hej nber y six days after the if the t ~s in t - town, the order tation was i The people were told that they could go: or south and take wi i property. They were to be furnished portation. ro south toward the Confederate line armistice was arranged while the yvement (Continued on Page 113

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ry g. Shehadthen, alth,t and tl ast cause for he f the te ei f that evening \ ld leave |} ‘ re and would pp me sec d wonde f it me ove it for enced heart l over itse for lost me mt her t would sit dowr » ‘ f the } me the event ed ip ni 1 r ‘ kes} I e fea l ird a big girl 1 nari Ol isn't it swe ‘ eur lidn't come! \ w tle f i ther mur peeped out fro . trutted a ve l ‘ t hat } curls, his full tic eauly ela and t judi Is Voice for the enue ’ Bu ppose ri ng ty } , eet he " ed \“ ne t he Ww 1 the cur 1 portfolio under ew lay gt ivyyv co \ sweet 1. He was he e wa twent il oOo ) the cra | » th ugly do irthe her mind lair withir p floor, he would op e! Ater ier’s yely hyly away from tl what he would be waited for it He cro her i owned a petula Ke of arm, with warmed nd dream She watched corner } l yrar itoid the tall followed new that door toa leomed the window. ong t next. the THE SATURDAY EVENING POST TO-MORROW rLLEeUV Sg eae se eerre ee And There, All Motion Congeated in Her, Her Eyes Fastened on the Unveited Wall, She Remained fashion. Then, laughing, he took up a violin and played a merry, lilting, teasing melody—played it right at Benita; and she knew it. After that he drew up an easel to the window and settled himself to his‘work of painting. Benita quite casuall; drew up a chair to her window and settled herself at her work of going over the lines of her play. Not once did she look at the artist now, except out of the corner of her eye. Still she knew, the rascal, what he was doing. She knew she was posing. However, because of her exquisite youth and her dreams and the warm sweet rush of happiness in her soul, the posing of Benita was noth- ing artifies ing hope tiptoe and poised for flight. If that boy was nota dub at his profession he was on his way toa masterpiece. By and by a clatter over the way announced that the artist was putting up his work. direct glance The artist ilorstrained. Noartist ever came nearer to catch- Benita then ventured a miled, waved his hand, and Benita waved back. They had come to that, but no more. To-day, however, the young man called to her just one word, ‘“‘To-morrow!"’ At the same time he pointed to the 1. Benita blushed, nodded, and drew back from the Ww ndow, easel STRATED BY June 19,1920 By SHIRLEY L. SEIFERT ERNEST FUHR “To-morrow!”’ The messages that word has carried! Wher is no longer a to-morrow one’s soul has truly lied. Benita did not kr it sne wa ure there ow what would happen to-morrow, No doubt she would see the picture. Perhaps the artist would find a way of including her in one of those gay, charm- ing studio parties she had watched so wistfully and so discreetly. At any rate ome step would be taken Perhaps oh, perhaps, and perhaps, perhaps! ‘‘ To- would be lovely. to-morrow. and morrow! That evening Benita’s breath came all right and did not fail, though ever so little and her face burned. Throughout the big audi- ence, ready to turn either her knees shook said again and again, “That girl has charm!’’ There were flowers from strangers. There was one round bou- quet in a paper holder violets with mignonette in the center. “At last I know who you are,” said the note attached. “I shall not lose you now, no matter what happens. Remem- And so, no signature ber to-morrow!”’ though helped her, Benita knew the flowers were from the artist. That bouquet Benita her ali She was earried close to the way home. holding it in her hand, lov- landlady followed her up the steps ing it, when the with a telegram. “Tt come a half hour ago,” said the landlady, nd lingered She was a fat untidy woman with stringy and a pudding face anda soiled gray calico wrap hair per. She held out to Benita the regulation cheap yellow envelope Never afterward could Benita picture fate in any other guise. For the blurred purple words within the envelope tapped her dreams and shattered them—both. Plaudits still rang in Benita’s ears. In her heart still echoed the ar dent words, “I shall not lose you now, no matter what happens.”” The plaudits, the flowers, the note, the prom to-morrow! “Come at once!” said the telegram. There would be no A dream is' the loveliest thing in the world and the most fragile. To-morrow! se to-morrow. In a blaze of exasperation Maggie Bender glared at the back of Abraham Judson dawdling before his shelves of canned goods. And the more Maggie Bender glared the more Abraham dawdled. Across the store a futile little blond lady, filching jelly beans from a glass case, tittered. The inference made Maggie boil. With the flat of her hand she smacked her sailor more squarely down over her fore- head. Anybody looking at Maggie Bender ought to have known she had come here to buy groceries, not for any one of the fooi seasons gossiping busybodies could name. No woman who seexs. out the company of man draws her hair into Maggie Bender’s taut formation or wears such rigid, uncompromising clothes as ‘Maggie Bender’s old black coat and square-toed shoes. What Abraham Judson saw in her to admire remains a mystery. Perhaps it was her very rigid obstinacy that appealed to the mild, easy-going little groceryman. At any rate Abraham dawdled, and

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Mrs. Gentry tittered, and Maggie glared. Everything in life exasperated Maggie Bender. Even the wind took an especial spite on her and lashed her nose as red as a ripe pepper. She thought that fool Judson would never locate the quarter-px of tea she had called for. “There it is, right over your head,” she snapped at last. ind can } “My stars, if it was a snake “I see it, I see it!’’ Judson. “I declare, you’ve chirner

got sk arp eyes ! You know my stock most bette rtnan I do right now.” He came, bringing the tea, his face ashine with admira- inted any with your new neighbor, Miss before ing his ticle on Maggie's list Maggie snorted as if she had been “Gotten acqu: Maggie?” he search for the next ar “Who, Skeezicks?”’ prodded in the ribs. The grocer tilted his head and laughed till his throat rattled. “It tickles me to hear him that,” he said. “It And ou. F he'd come here to live if that old place did belong to his people. up in finestyle. A palace like his looks I hear you named him Skee- j } eisurely

beginr iquired, 1

you call

ire does, everybody’s copying ) inny He’s sure ripped i strange in that end of town.

zicks when he put up his stone wall. He must be a queer sort y “Queer?”’ sniffed Maggie bitter] “Queer? He's worse than that. What was the sense of his putting up a wall anyhow? If he put it up to keep out Je , why did he poison her first? Two packages of that <wheat flour, Jessica had been Maggie Bender's black cat—a treasure and therefore taken from her. ‘*Now, now, Miss Maggie, I wouldn’t blame that on him without being g sure of myself. Suppose it was somebody else poisoned the cat.” ‘Suppose nothing! There wasn’t another person in wn that didr now and love that cat. Anybody would take her in and feed her. She didn’t know what it was to ve afraid of people. And just because she used to hun grasshoppers that old place before the Skeezicks took lon’t 1 keep buckwheat flour, Mr. Judson?” J nw simpe apology brought the flour.

ec oo bad,” he said. “Still, I wouldn’t be ird on |} He's had heavy trouble. His man house- in a while and he told me about

“I'm Going to Stay Here Till You've Swatlowed the Last Mouthfut.

THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Seems like he’s been a painter or something in his gn painter, I reckon, going by the pile of money him. day. A si he made. Then he got caught in a railroad wreck and hurt his right arm. It’s so stiff he can't use it any more. You'll allow that’s pretty hard on a man, Miss Maggie.” “H’m, maybe,” grudged Miss Maggie. ‘‘A pound of that fifty-cent coffee, please.” “And trouble,”’ observed the grocer, ‘affects folks dif- ferent. It’s enough to drive a man crazy not to be able to do the work he’s done all along and wants to do worse than anything else. Take me, for instance. If anything was to happen that would take this store away from me, that’s been mine many a year, and my father’s before me ——” “Depends on whether you can afford to go crazy or not,” interrupted Miss Maggie. ‘Some folks can’t. It isn’t trouble that’s driven him crazy. It’s his cantanker- ous disposition. He’s made up his mind to be as miserable as he can and make everybody else miserable too. He’s an old devil—I want that coffee medium ground.” “Maybe you're righ t,”” soothed the cheerful grocer as he tied the package. ‘Troubles don’t get lighter from fretting over them. But that’s human nature. Maybe if he was to get interested in something round here he'd act I was

different. They say he’s worth a million of money. thinking that maybe if you got acquainted with him, being neighbors and all, we might get him to help out some in our missionary work for the Hollow.” Hungry Hollow was a steel mill’s unsightly and ungodly appendage to the suburb of Webster. Havi vain to remove the hateful growth the prideful inhabitar of the pretty old town had lately begun a process of nour- ishing, Americanizing and generally elevating the Bohunk population. Everybody was interested in the Hollow. Ever Maggie Bender worked there after hours. “ Hungry”’ was really a contraction of “Hungary’’; but it fitted the sub- jects in hand any way you considered it. “Meaning you'd like me to ask Skeezicks for a dona-

tion?” asked Maggie, setting her mouth, “Well, no, not right off like that,” deprecated Mr. Jud- son. “I just thought if you was to get friendly and neigh- borly with him you might come to talking about the Hollow sometime and sort of get him started, you know. You've a great way of handling folk, especially menfolk, Miss Maggie. Take me, for instance ——” “No,” said Maggie hurriedly and emphatically was listening for Mrs. Gentry’s titter—‘‘I can’t do it, she

our getting neighbor 3 out ol the question, his front doorbell and ask

ence. Lord knows we need the money. ion myself, I realize that.” he question was put in w

1 house, and nurse tw

Give me a pound of prunes. I hope they're better than the ’ last ones I bought. I thought I never would get

You'll break down.

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oo much work and } Maggie flushed with indignation. Continued on Pa I Don't Care if I Stand Here Till I Faint"

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each were gy the S1O.000 . nye ne ince * Wal eryvw here old number tyvle hi expected t the list le for door mu ng up the the until he face the mi Mon {pees ry few men gned the or gloomily ever will realize man ar yhow Chere wa to state, came We had ibseriptior tor twenty happened t | ra furtiv ‘They e city,” who pay Now tl a bu committe w found been or started an argument and what that dog-gone THE SATURDAY EVENING POST OW A TOWN COMES BACIK June 19,1920 way to the TY ‘ree headquar { found I had come me to get the infor Che own and ar ere ecretary was wer he storm center h they were for adver whi money of three getting ready to go ! n and col to tall men out r fellor me might way; started elf to cd = — Chapparet Street Someone jumped to his feet and made a ringing motion that the chamber raise $15,000 instead of $10,000. was The motion passed amid cheers. The master declared the meeting adjourned and the workers went out on the streets to get the rest of the money. Such a successful money-raising cam- paign would nothing to remark about if pulled off in some favored and prosperous community which has never You would ex- New port News, Virginia, or Youngstown, Ohio, for ir But f which I am writing is Corpus Christi, toast- be had a serious setback. pect such results in towns like stance, the city of lexas, which only a few months ago the hardest given an American community took one of knocks ever how to go after m taught American ci 3 The ng isa bach oney. t-or-n all planned ymmittee has a ite each name he victim i »>s8uU ( vers name or It is use ine nan to slip out of hi t be ported on wher 1 committer t iuse he know 1 | p on tree ! coming He ist as the fir ey Quickly Raised mittee t which | hed ad out ui ucce There most of the were ¢ attac turn-dowr knew we oming and After the Tidal Wallop lL veed September, you will remember, the newspapers carried stories under big headlines that Corpus Christi had uffered a terrible disaster from a tidal wave which came from somewhere in the Gulf of Mexico. There was lament- able loss of life. A fourth of all the dwelling houses in the town were bat tered to pieces and the débris was scat- tered along the coast. The district for two days was flooded fath oms deep with a surging torrent of salt water. Heavy pieces of wreckage from the gulf acted as battering rams and plunged through the most substantial buildings. Practically all the merchan dise in the town was washed away or ruined. There was no insurance carried against damage by tidal wave. It was all a dead loss, busine ubseription card, smilingly according to temperamer Anyone who has a chamber-of-commerce ng committee how ea ; » that only demanded to know of commerce had ever done other jarri ane hat, I regret from a lads just one to solicit her t demur much at signing the card the committee filed out I 1 the others and she held me gone into her place of busine } She did five dollars, but a oO be a little bel all this “but what I want to know is, hose big banquets they always give when- | to town of commerce never But it really was for years acted on collectir g money to boost mgre man comes hat chambers ind hurried on have appointed to nag the ithfull tate that part of those nagged. I never The Wreck of a Street Car A bove—On the Water Front By J. R. Sprague At twelve o'clock all the workers got together at a luncheon to turn in their reports. It was a typical chamber- of-commerce gathering. The toastmaster got things going nicely by stating that their city was the garden spot of the earth and needed only the coéperation of all loyal citizens to make it hum with the wheels of industry. I am sure those were the words he used; I was a little late getting in, but that is what all chamber-of-commerce toastmasters say, and from the applause he was getting as I arrived I am sure he said it especially well. The various committeemen turned in their reports and each one was cheered loudly as he announced the amount of money his detachment had collected. When all had been added up the chairman stated enthusiastically that more than $9000 had been subscribed. It was indeed good work. More than nine-tenths of the amount needed had been raised in three hours. If a similar disaster had happened to New York City it would mean that every building in Harlem had been swept over into the. Hudson River, the business portions of Fifth Avenue and Broadway banged to pieces and all the merchandise in the buildings ruined. And all with no insurance. Business men everywhere thought Corpus Christi was hopelessly bankrupt. Representatives of credit agencies who got into the town as soon as railroad communication was restored reported back to their home offices that manufacturers and wholesalers who had accounts in Cor- pus must expect to stand heavy losses. But the business men of Corpus upset all calculations. Not a single one among them has gone the bankruptcy route. Plenty of them had fine excuses to lie down on their obligations, but no one did. Some of them, to be sure, owe a great deal more than they have got, which technically makes them insolvent; but they are going right along as if nothing had happened and paying off debts as they get the money. No outsider is going to lose anything merely because Corpus Christi got an awful wallop last Sep- tember. Looking at the map Corpus seems a long way off from everywhere. To one who has never been in the far corners

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of the country it i munities alike. natural to believe that remote com- are somehow different. But we are surprisingly Corpus Christi does not appear unlike any Massachu- setts or Pennsylvania town of the same size. The streets are paved with asphalt; bank build- ings occupy the principal business corners, and people imposing-looking a ride, There is a courthouse that seems too large and expensive for the town, the high school are displayed in the store windows on Main Street Corpus is an old towr complain because the street cars charge ten cents and cards advertising lectures to be held at in spite of its remote situation. in 1845, when the United States was getting ready for the Mexican War; in fact it was a Out at the It was a sizable place back cantonment town at that time. nortl may still be end of

l seen of the trenches which the town rem soldiers of General Taylor dug as part of their training for the Mexi a company there. As human nature never changes 1campaign. Captain Ulysses Grant commanded

it may umed that the doughboys of ’45 complained that

be pre the storekee pers of Corpus raised prices every time they aw a buncl which General Tay

rs coming up the street. The building lor used as head- to-day simply because they wouldn’t admit they were licked. Perhaps I can best illustrate by telling how one of our customers managed it. “The man I allude to,” “is a young fellow who was operating a small manufactur- ing plant. At the time of the storm he had been in business about five years. He had started with about $10,000 cap- ital and had got to the point where he was worth $35,000 or $40,000 over and above his debts. continued the bank president, He was, however, owing a good deal of money; he good { 1 business, was anxious to do more, and so had branched out about to the limit of hi had been doing a credit. “When the storm came his salt water. plant was about ten feet deep in Some heavy timbers floating in from

the bay drove t way through the end of his building and for the next twenty-four hours banged round inside the factory. “The g after the storm when the owner c: down to look at his property there was not} Ing buta di lerly mass of driftwood and covered over with black mud. The manufactured goods on hand had floated out to sea. After three or four days’ work

morn

ne broken-up machinery,

quarters still stands in the busine , ew a district I had come to Corpus Christi to | learn at first hand how men who have lost everything in the world get back eir feet agair Every business man at times ha thi thought: Suppose my busine hould suddenly be wiped out; my ce swept off the myself out nothing to m) name except a pair of trousers and factory or store or of map with no insurance;

in the street wit a cotton shirt, and owing money be de what would I do to get back

Sheer Nerve WENT into one of the banl occupied a prominent downtowr that corner and asked to see the presider a the sub- had ecured on the chamber-of-commerce he was busy counting up committee

and asked me what “T want to know,” I answered,

“how it happens that there has beer no du failure your town after what happened here last September How come that I run into a chamber of-commerce boosters’ campaign ir tead of seeing a lot of store fronts boarded uy “T th tion,” said thought I believe it has been more a matter of nerve than anything else. Some {f these fellows you see doing business round here are in business a

THE SATURDAY EVENING POST salvaging what little there was to be

ray . , salvaged the young

manufacturer came over to the bank and laid } proposi tion before me. “He was owing more than $30,000. Against t he had his damaged macl ery ar d some account Ving him; i together hi ASS€ mee ther Do theafr ito ke plent of time Chere v be nterest charged on the new ( I have ructed ou 10} { ment to tre I t ) ne ime ba I est t vere not ex é ( Che fa ture ed wa t (i ¢ ef re fore, 1 because he had ed ‘ t pa t ‘ the j 4) i 1 extended hit a edit be { t m

Looking Toward the Water Front Above—Lower Broadway and the Presbyterian Church

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Vv r men who enjoy reading and watching motion- ilvert’s ideas of pursying 3 vere based on the exploits of Sherlock mass of current contemporaneous solving of such prob- a question of close the to be vally il deduction. on to apply himself to the investi- that sort of work appealed to him or e for ne wed it his own qualifications of sleuth to his late friend and bene- effort to bring \ ild not help but feel the erence so enormous a bequest was bound to life and and wait to profit by this. irdered man, to make every justice. Calvert ce ‘iff and he did not There hip for Heming and desire to help re- ch to prove a satisfactory alibi. nd that there an enormous dif- of tracing a crime and the such The scene of the murder circumstances, taint wh might cling to him as a was ce betwee e theory of any st had been immediately occupied by the French police, an l ad made a thorough examination of practical applicatior two or three experts the premises, the body and such people as might have been the affair. Calvert decided that his effort at investigation would hed American law- to whom Heming had morning of the able to throw an} a first important be to interview Mr. Douglas taken Hazard on the Mr. Harker having undertaken the exan of Hazard’s affairs would be naturally interested probing the mystery) of his el violent from the fortune IngUul yer, tragedy. nation in ent’s this would now have to be distrib- death, and quite aside the administration of uted four legatees. Calvert there- fore the law offices of Mr. Harker the following morning at ten among the called at of military attention The polite elderly doorman aspect himself to the young American lieutenant beyond obs« rving that he 1 ruddier and quarer of jaw and brighter of eye th: of the broad, ruddy, br giit- Sammies to be seen upon the of Paris the desk found a much She ded Cal- m in full feat] To h his desire to speak ap purely profes ld her this she strong and white, paid no particular was rather broader and square-jawed, street | The black-lashed g at more lively interest remir vert of a trim cart er. stated have an ntment, but | onal and a little pre >to observed it | that his ey French gray —were become a her own, a pencil and d after it ounded vaguely } i@, ar familis at his decor the Croix de meelf, thougnt, squar na ( nly 1 and (ruerre she though regular, | It to forge. “One mi } g her owna mastered the Ww os 1 to fir looked ! andson « Calvert came expecte there e lawyer ind dignified and \v y clean ough there appeared $ going more ilready to be wn on behind the ag glass door Maden Odette, ever, flitted back to that Mr. Har immediately, and usher im pigeonlike than ker would see him ed } into a large, handsome, the library private house more than the office international lawyer. The Empire and Louis Four- specially and the high le "Opéra, were bus lace curtains hic un o the floor, room which resembled or high-ceilinged owner’s study it of a very busy and prominent furniture was rich and a ricl heavy y teenth. The mirrors looked like museum pieces, a small Florentine windows, which lool provided as usual ness offices with handsome i \ dark-complexioned wiry man was striding impatiently up and down as Calvert was “Good morning, M said he briskly, juick smile which pleasantly illumined for an instant a table face Well, sir, is there any affair?” hown in Steele,” with a nervous and rather irr more light on this damnable THE SATURDAY EVENING POST AY C By He I ILLUSTRATED BY CHARLES D. MITCHELL “I Have Never Been in Love But Once Before"’ sir,” Calvert answered, a little astonished at the liction between the brisk informal extreme contr lawyer dently a Southerner, and his stately surroundings. It lent to him that such a man as Mr. through four times the business French was immediately evi Harker might easily ge in | y’ < of one of his circumlocutory nf con res Have you seen Hemi: “*Yes, sir.” “ How's he buck “He's bitter and savage, and with a scornful defiance. Said to me: ‘This is what a man gets for being a hard fighter and tearing into the Hun. If I had been a conscientious objector or some sort of a fat they'd say I couldn't possibly be guilty of such an atrocious crime, but because I treated ’em rough they take it for granted I must have a murderous streak—and the _ in’ up under it?” eems to take it emb , ‘ *y're right. “Well, Harker. “Just now we have to deal with a new and peculiar The war has left a lot of men in a neurotic state which can't be classed as shell shock but a lack of mental control under sanguinary impulses. Such men are apt to be of Heming’s type, who have proved there’s something in that,” admitted Mr. class of criminals. ratner nry C. Rowland June 1%1920 G JU themselves brave in action to the point of reck- lessness, and yet have never been entirely with- out a horror of the business.” Calvert thought of what Heming had told him about his emotions before going over the top. “Tt looks bad for Heming,’”’ Mr. Harker continued methodically. ‘A powerful motive, recent experiences which have pro- duced a sort of paralysis in respect for human life, ease of accomplishment and a knowledge of our American criminal procedure, where circumstantial evidence is seldom enough for conviction and the burden of the proof of guilt thrown upon the prosecution instead of the proof of innocence on the defendant, as under the French Napoleonic Code. As the case now stands, all that Heming needs to do is precisely what he’s doing—stand fast and stick to his denial. All the same, I don’t believe he did it.” “Of course he didn’t do it, Mr. Harker!”’ Calvert cried. ‘‘No doubt your psychology is right enough, but Heming isn’t one of these neurotics you mention. His rough stuff was all for the enemy. He was gentle as a brother with his sick and wounded.” The lawyer took a few brisk turns, tugging at his thin, black, wiry mustache. Suddenly he swung about on Calvert with a gleam in his dark snapping eyes. “Do you know, Steele, I don’t know but what we might do worse than fall back on the old French crim- inal proverb of ‘ Cherchez “But they said a woman could scarcely have managed it,’’ Calvert said. “Not with her own hand. the body. The wounds had made with some short, thin, ragged implement that appeared to have been rather blunt and needed a lot of force to drive in. The blows were so hard that the flesh was all contused, and there were curious circular bruises of which the wounds were the centers. It looked as if the very force of such thumps over the heart of a drunken man might have been enough tostopit. A knife would have had a cutting edge, and a hatpin or stiletto gone in deeply. Nobody was able to suggest what sort of a tool it might have been. I don’t think for a moment a woman did it, but I believe there is a woman behind it somewhere. The crime was not pre- meditated. If it had been the assassin would have provided himself with a real weapon.” “Do you think,” asked Calvert, “‘that Hazard might have drifted into some low dive and got foul of a girl of some Apache?” “No, I don’t think that at all. I don’t think it was re- venge or robbery. I believe the motive had to do with this inheritance and that the assassin had some indirect interest in it. At sight of Hazard’s helpless condition it may have flashed across his mind that the chance was too good to be lost and that the blame would be pretty sure to be placed upon one of you four legatees. He may have known some- thing about Heming’s record, which was not brilliant be- fore the war. They showed me his dossier in the prefecture This record inscribes him as of irregular habits, occasional disreputable associates, two mondaine scandals which were suppressed, remiss in his money obligations, furniture seized by the landlord, three traffic contraventions, the smuggling of cigarettes and matches from London, café brawls, for one of which he was forbidden to enter Maxim's for a year.” “They don’t miss much, do they?” said Calvert. “But it seems to me that he pretty well wiped off that slate at Chateau-Thierry.” “You're damned right, he did!”’ said Harker. “‘ But the French police have devilish retentive memories, as this assassin may have known.” “T don’t think I quite get you, Mr. Harker,”’ said Cal- vert. ‘i! la fe mme.’”’ I saw been “Where does the woman come in? The lawyer gave him a sharp look. “How about this girl, Agnes?”’ he demanded. “She seems to have had a lot of beaux in the battalion. What if she were secretly in love with her coheir, ‘Raymond Wagner?” “But Raymond was down in camp.” “Are you dead sure? Is there any more reason to be- lieve that Raymond was in camp between ten and twelve than that Heming was not in his apartment at that time?

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Has a soldier never been known to sneak out after taps and get back before reveille? I understand that Raymond was an ornery cuss, too, before the war, and like all the rest of your bunch he very likely had a mash on Agnes.” “Good Lord,” said Calvert, ‘he was Hazard’s buddy!” Mr. Harker glanced at the clock. “Well,” said he dryly, “‘next to disobedience to orders of the commanding officer, fratricide is the oldest crime of which we have any record. I refer to the lapse of Adam and Eve, followed by the assassination of Abel.’ The desk telephone rang. Mr. Harker picked up the instrument and spattered into it a blast of French in his pleasing Southern accent, then glanced at Calvert with a twisted smile. “There’s Miss Agnes now,” said he. “She telephoned for an appointment. Don’t go. You might as well hear what she’s got to say.” The young woman who immediately entered was quite unlike the usual type of Salvation Army war worker; very young—which is to say about twenty-two—very pretty in the fresh provocative way which one associates rather with the milkmaid of musical comedy than the serious- minded young woman whom one thinks of as presiding reezingly in blue gown and bonnet over a Christmas kettle at the icy wind-swept corner of a thoroughfare. She gave an impression which was anything but pitiable. Modestly but smartly dressed, Agnes might easily have passed at an earlier and less crucial epoch as an enthusiastic American girl from some New England village touring France for the first time with her father, the rich proprietor of a glove or shoe factory. Calvert did not know very much about her history, ex- cept that she had gone to New York from a small Maine village with ambitions to engage in a dramatic career and that, her small legacy spent, she had been rescued from starvation or worse catastrophe by a woman of the Salvation Army and had enlisted in its ranks at a moment when the organization was destined to become gloriously immortalized for its heroic work in the World War. Agnes’ pretty face and calm, unruffled courage under fire had inspired many a youth like the Drums of the Fore and o* Y ing +> 4 « pet 4 “You and Jerry are Beth Potential Millionaires. I've Got Enough to Go on for a While" Aft, while her deft skill had reénforced that part of his anatomy on which according to Napoleon he fights the best. She looked now surprised, pleased and a little embar- rassed on finding Calvert in consultation with Mr. Harker, and came to the point of her errand with a rather breath- less haste. Mr. Harker wished her good morning in his courtly Southern way, drawing up a large armchair in which she seated herself. It was evident to Calvert that she was under some suppressed emotion which she was making an excellent effort to conceal. “TI had to come to ask if you have any news, Mr. Harker,” said Agnes. “Not yet,” Mr. Harker answered, “but my American correspondent cables that he is on the job, so I should get a first report in two or three days. In the meantime if you are in any pressing need of funds I shall be glad to advance what you may require.” A sudden fiush spread over Agnes’ pink and white skin, which was rather that of an English or Irish girl in its delicacy of coloring, the sea fogs which invest the coast of her native state having precisely the same effect in soften- ing the skin and infusing it with red corpuscles. She was really an uncommonly pretty girl, and of a type quite peculiar to a region which has preserved more than any other the racial features of its early colonists, distinctly Puritan, an Evangeline or Priscilla, and with all of these legendary maidens’ warm impulses decorously veiled under her demure exterior. But it was now evident to Calvert that she hotly resented the lawyer’s assumption that her errand was one of pecuniary profit. To use an excellently expressive old English word, Agnes bridled. “My word, Mr. Harker,” said she, “you don’t think I came here to ask about money!” “‘T beg your pardon, Miss Agnes,” said Mr. Harker with a suavity of tone markedly in contrast with that used in his man-to-man’s talk with Calvert, ‘but what did you come for then?” “Because I thought that there was something I ought to tell you,” Agnes answered a little defiantly. The lawyer fixed her with his dark piercing eyes. “Has it any bearing on the murder of Hazard?” he asked. Agnes nodded. Her manner was neither timid nor abashed nor yet precisely sulky. But the set of her . Oy THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 25 chin, the very angle at which she held her head and the ex- pression of her face contained all of that rather stupid superciliousness of the rural young American girl who, ow ing to some fortuitous circumstance, has found herself for a lapse of time treated with a consideration never previously imagined, and seems to feel therefore that she owes it to herself to extract from those with whom she comes subse quently in contact a respect and admiration which she has come to believe her due. Calvert watching her curiously thought that he under- stood. Here was a decidedly spoiled girl to be treated with, but not a bad one. The ups and downs of Agnes’ recent experiences had no doubt reacted upon her rather unin telligent nature in a way to put her on the defensive when in doubt. In distress she might be humble as a Yiddish refugee; in success proud and self-assertive as a sultan’s favorite. Coming into a small legacy from an uncle who was a retired sea captain, she might have left Damariscotta, Maine, with a triumphant exit of local belle about to take her proper place on the dramatic stage or film screen. Failing in this and brought to the verge of misery, her self-assurance would have become a purely negative quality. Rescued by the Salvation Army, ther put in a position perhaps the most spectacular at the mo ment which girlish imagination could conceive, that of cheering on the fighting men at what the French called the Front of the Front, this stimulation had been retro active, and she had made gloriously good, dilating wit! generous impulses and her intensely feminine nature responding fervently to the masculine admiration encoun tered from every side. Followed another tuning down the peace reaction and a patronage by a distinguished Englishwoman who had in sight for her nothing more stimulating than the rather uninspiring drudgery entailed in the care of war orphans. And next a sensational and tragic development by which she found herself suddenly the heiress of great wealth. It was not surprising that Agnes had failed to estab lish any base line in the sphygmographic curve of her fluctuating fortunes. Unendowed with remarkable intelli gence, scarcely having developed so far even commor sense, her reactions were like those of a chameleon to its She did not intend to be impertinent or to give herself airs. She was merely trying to act the part to which she seemed for the moment cast Mr. Harker, thatshrewd judge of human nature, color medium. must have been conscious of this, for he looked at her fixedly and said with a sudden departure from his ironic courtesy “Am 1 to understand that you can contribute any infor mation which might clear suspicion from Captain Heming?”’ Agnes looked away. ““Not—not exactly, Mr. Harker,” said she, “but it might—sort of divide the responsibility “Young woman,” said Mr. Harker in a concer trated voice, “if there’s anything you know about this case, then out with it!” Agnes looked appeal ingly at Calvert The color went out of her face and her lips trembled a little “It’s—it’s about Ray mond Wagner,” she fal tered “Well, what about Ray mond?’’ demanded Mr Harker ‘He was in Paris that night,” said Aynes ‘Indeed! Well, suppose you tell us aii about it - Agnes moistened her lips ‘I didn’t say anything about it, be cause I knew that he was absent wit! out leave and I didn’t want to get hin into trouble I answered only the questions asked me “Quite right and most unusual,” said Mr. Harker ~~ aes j dryly. “Young ladies giving testimony are apt to tell too much,” he continued. “But this is different. Suppose you tell us all you know.” Agnes appeared to gain confidence (Continued on Page 135)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST vil HE telephone be Mr. J CGT > Fisner pounced t : i get it ” he two-fifts arcely tinkled when ipor eried LPF: God! . and, clapping dow r, dropped if The d e selling ane hac a of two i i i the b gmo had been aft ind a half point The tense ane git of the s feeling What did you do ked him ina dist tone I ve loat $8000 voice laughter into | of re ef And ticipatory parently mmiie not ind wonder > upd It was ref upon hi daughter mouth, w h had be irentiv for just Why, you t him app QAZing a open glance which wa ) of her ‘What before!’ acteristic that time “What firmer That othe when I had tohave And now sudder slight Mr un delay way to sharp, buovant laughter “Pardon me face to the in on t Is after lookir g from one would you mind letting me 1 do before per rell him ‘ell m! : r instr od her he. other to } tween cot plump lower pers wi ing over LOOO ained her father, “that I had ire of Steel returned his daughter ana- 1500 shares of Steel just as I ‘So then by that,” ex; 1500 the difference , going on He bet he reatlirmed with great distinctness bought 1000 or ‘What's lyticall) said,” 1 had $500 where I could get at it, in a savings bank or TLLVU STRATE DO Br “I Can See You Cannot Forgive Me. By George Kibbe Turner PRESTON JAMES mM. } awe Por. «= 2 But I Want You to Realize in After Years and Stopped Suddenty something. So I took that and bet it, all I could with it, just the other way ag ‘She sold short, she means,” explained her father. ‘What's the difference?” asked his daughter, not relish- ing the interruption to this relation of her successful operations in finance. ‘‘What’s the difference? Could you tell me right now what it means—just what they do when they sell short?”’ she demanded of Mr. Payne. ‘I am quite confident that I could not,”’ he assured her. “I knew it,” shesaid. “I've asked dozens— hundreds of she asserted liberally, “to give me a good clear statement of what they do to do it—this selling short. And I've never found one that had any sense to it—that I could understand yet. Dad here—Billikins—is the worst. [ never could understand him about stocks anyway.” Mr. Fisher continued laughing heartily, though now per- haps with a little more effort. “ Betting —that’s what it is,” she went on, turning from her digression. “That's all. And all this talk of statistics and earnings and profits and all that is just the trimming a little chiffon here and there to make men, little pink flowers good.” my dear,”’ said Mr. Fisher, no longer smiling. Payne doesn’t want a lecture on the stock market.” what I did”’ she If the stock it look “Go on, “Mr “Well, it’s perfectly simple, isn’t it continued—“‘my scheme with dad here? June 19,1920 went down, as I bet it would, I got my money, didn’t I?” “Yes,” said Mr. Payne, hanging breath- less on her words, his legs wound more and more tightly together in his at- tention. “And if it went up—why, then I’d be all right too, shouldn’t I? I should get my $500 back just the same.” “How?” asked Mr. Payne after reflection. ‘I don’t know as I quite grasp that.” “Why shouldn’t I?” she an- swered him. ‘“ Why shouldn’t I, when dad was making thou- sands and thousands of dollars? What was $500 or $1000 to him then? Do you see now?” she asked with an ingratiating smile “Can you beat them?” asked Mr. Fisher, watching her with his head well back, in a broad indulgent smile. And Mr. Payne's face, though still puz- zled, assented warmly to his im- plication. “But go on,” said Mr. Fisher fondly. ‘‘What did you do here in this case?”’ “Why, can’t you see that?” asked his daughter. ‘‘Why, all there was was this: You remem- ber last month when all the stocks were all up and all that?” ‘Yes.” “And Mr. Payne was trying to sell and couldn’t on account of that confounded, insufferable old income tax?”’ “Why, yes.” “And you were advising not to because Agmo was going up from those hidden profits and all that?” “T don’t recall,” said Mr. Fisher. “I don’t think I said exactly = “Yes, you did too! Didn’t he? You remember perfectly, don’t you?”’ she asked Mr Payne, “all that talk about hid- den profits—all the time? And then about the greatest bull market in history? Don’t you?” she asked Mr. Payne, who, how- ever, remained strategically si- lent. “Well, he did anyhow,” she reaffirmed. ‘‘And I knew then it was time to sell. For it was going to go down—that stock anyway.” “How did you know that?” inquired Mr. Fishersharply, now a trifle red. “How do I know anything?” she replied. does when all the men are talking that way.” “What way?” inquired Mr. Fisher. “All saying it’s going up, and trying to show their reasons, and not having any, and all that. And there’s one sign,”’ she added for good measure—“ one sign that’s cer- tain—almost certain every time: When you all begin to talk about the biggest bull market in history, then it begins to fall. “The market, the prices always fall right away after that—always!”’ “Can you beat them?” demanded Mr. Fisher of Mr. Payne again, somewhat defensively. “Oh, I don’t know anything about your old stock mar- ket,”’ asserted Miss Deborah Fisher, “but I do know about men. I ought to. I watch them enough.” Mr. Fisher laughed until he coughed again, somewhat hysterically it seemed to Mr. Payne. “But then?” said Mr. Payne gravely. “But then,” she continued her narrative, “when you wanted to sell so, and I thought you ought to too, and you couldn't on account of that income tax, all of a sudden the idea came to me: Why couldn't I doit for you just the same as I had with dad here when I wanted some spending money?” “Oh!” ejaculated Mr. Payne. ** He Said, “Tt always

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“Only to do a lot bigger thing,’’ she continued. “Bet just as many shares against you as you had bet the other way. Of course it was quite a responsibility,” she said, sighing deeply. ‘It might have gone the other way—gone ) up. But then if it had,” she reflected out loud, “I'd have | still saved you your income tax that you’d have to have paid if you’d sold. And you said $500,000 was enough anyway,” she reminded him. But Mr. Paynesaid not a word “But the only thing was,” she continued then, was I to get so much money to put up my bet with? I couldn’t think of it for a long time. And I was giving the whole thing up when that time, you remember, you spoke about your owing money to dad and I said I'd take it $30,000.” . “And so — ’ said Mr. Payne eagerly. “T grabbed it!” “And bet it,” contributed Mr. Fisher. “Against me!”’ concluded Mr. Payne. “Yes,” said Miss Fisher. “‘SoI went to old Janus, who used to fix up my other deals for me, and he fixed this one up too, though I had an awful time persuading him,”’ she said with a sigh. “It was terribly hard work for a while. He was afraid.” “Of what?” inquired Mr. Fisher, smiling. “Of everything—of you and Mr. Payne and the stock- exchange authorities and the income-tax people. Oh, I { never saw such an old scare cat!’’ she said harshly. “He merely sat there staring. “where { was afraid of everything! “But any how,” she it’s all done now. I saved all said, “* , that money you made—just as if you'd sold it out yourself 7 when it was the highest—and it’s all yours,”’ she added triumphantly. “It’s all yours; and what’s more, you won't have to pay that - darned old Govern , ment that insufferable confounded old income { tax either!” i “Oh, no!” said Mr Payne, ceasing smiling suddenly. ‘*Why not?” she asked him abruptly. , *“*No,”’ said Mr. Payne again, now look- | ing | and a] going ¢ very grave indeed, } arently he was | ; “Wait!” said Mr. Fisher masterfully, | now breaking into the i conversation, ‘‘ Just what do you propose to do?” he asked his daughter. " “What dol propose i] to do?” returned his daughter in a tone of rebuke at propose to hand it all over to Mr. Payne. “What did youthink l'ddo keep it ? I said, didn’t I in the first that I that would place, take money he gave me and hold it for the proper man in trust?” “T know,” her father answered. “I under- from the from the first!” rather whole. stood that first he re pe ated, firmly on the ‘But id ‘*Well,”’ with some indignation, she said whose would money it be if it weren’t hi can you do > it now inquired her father gravely. “Can I doit? Why not “You ] didn’t od her said, you inqui father, letting his glasses wag again, i { ‘that this was his money all the time, held in trust for him And that you stock cov- by ) ou? sold the ered his bet with it, as you'd for him, with his money?” “Yes. say, THE “And you expected to avoid paying the income tax?’ “Ta “Well, you can’t do it legally—not that way.” “T wouldn't allow her to,” Mr. Payne attempted to inter- ject, but apparently unheard by either daughter or father. “Can't doit? Why not?” Miss Fisher inquired sharply. “It would be impossible under the law,” Mr. Fisher—‘‘ absolutely impossible and very dangerous under the income-tax law. It can’t be his money that you use¢ to do that. It might put us all in jail, that’s all, unless o course you want to pay the income tax “But wi “But what?” the very young “But the rom—that income tax!’ “Yes,” replied Mr. Fisher, ‘ all trying to do all over Wall Street “But of voice and face of one who has just undergone a great and saddening disappointment. “Listen,” said Mr. Fisher, now swinging his gl: slowly and contemplatively. “You did your part very well— wonderfully well, in fact,” said Mr. Fisher approy- ingly to his daughter, “‘up to this point. But now,” he said, “someone who has had experience must 7 said i f said his daughter in a constricted voice asked Mr. Fisher, smiling as one does at that’s just t away thing I was trying to ge exactly. That’s what they're ” said his daughter again, with the expressior take hold and take charge in this matter. “Tt is a difficult thing in a way,” asserted Mr. Fisher, “but I think we can straighten it out, with care. I think we can get rid of this incubus—this dragon which « onfronts American enterprise and industry at every point to-day. I think we can do it all perfectly legally, but we must go at it right.” “7 Don't Know Anything About Your Old Stock Market,” Asserted Miss Deborah Fisher, “But I Do Know About Men. I Ought To. I Watch Them Enough" SATURDAY EVENING POST 27 “But even if " Mr. Payne attempted to say. But again Mr. Fisher silenced him with one direct motion of his eyeglasses. “Wait,” he said. “I have made, as you kn study of this national outrage—this income tax think I know my ground. Now if you,” he said to hi silent auditors, pointing to his daughter with his glasses let us say, money for him,”’ now indicating “‘and bet it to Ww, quite a and | now “took in trust Mr. Payne with his weapon of thought, use your words,” he said to his daughter ‘as his money, on a short account, using fictitious names to do so, balanc- I all the time if you hould not pay his ing hi g his account —covering his bet exactly and at the end handed the proces ds to him he did the eyes of the that did this? way discovered, as it and then would it time his ciose out bot} accounts income tax, what look like in iw—if it was all the What would happer undoubtedly His daughter did not answer him at all mones if it was in any would be “It would pe dangerous, to say the lea You'd be lucky if vou were only tined if vou paid twice the amount of money you made and kept out of jail.”’ “QOut of jail!” exclaimed his daughter “Exactly,” said Mr. Fisher “So then we can start off with the title to the short- pronoun ed Mr Fisher judicially, ‘‘re- .” he told his selling account, maining just daughter And Mr. Pay “Itisn’t mine, [shall not! where it is now in your name ne now nodded deeply I wor t!"’ cried Miss Fisher energetically. “‘Why, dad, what do you think I am?” “It belor g to you,” Mr. Pa e broke tn finally, “or te your father. The money —the $30,000 was given to you in good faith The money certainly is not mine in any case ‘“*[t must remain where iti ’ continued Mr. Fisher judicially ‘in her name It u j be too danger inything ‘ it eitner i ' hecause that 0 would defea tne Zz vuu’re after yall to @ ape the elu ‘ of that de h, outrageous, grasping income tax eaching out to takea half of your earnings our profits ” His daughter gazed at him with unseeing eyes, like one tunned by sudden disappoint mer A the acute dad ’ ippointment of a pleasing personality who came expecting praise ind 1 given e dr dishearten Za i ‘Now then,” said her father, continuing area exercise of the human mind 7 he does not sell and hold this siiort con- hard hould say, with a stock Jumping act, will he ip and down the was t a been, to find tfhesto eertifiicatesto ly ’ carry out ir contract In any umount.” On, it Wi ter- rible!” assented his daughter, brighten g ! A e caught the ‘ ft of hi remar [t almost killed poo Janus doing that ure gy that stoch ou | er inderstand ingly. Sothat br y us down to the ist thing to the ena ol the problem. Some (Continued on Page 64)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST neo e FOUNDED A°D!' 1728 PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY INDEPENDENCE SQUARE PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA, U.S.A GEORGE HORACE LORIMER, EDITOR Five Cents the Copy From All Newsdealers. By Subscription $2.4 the 4 States proper to be by U.S a bank in the U.S y Order of Draft, payable in U. 8. funds, « lo Canada—By Subscription, $5.75 the Year. Single Copies, Ten Cents Foreign Subscriptions: bor Countries in the Postal Union. Subscriptions $6.06 the Year. Kemittances to be by Draft on « benk in the U. S., payable in U.S. fuads PHILADELPHIA, JUNE 19, 1920 Saving Paper oe E weeks ago, when the shortage of paper became a acute, we cut the edition of THe SATURDAY EVENING Post to 2,000,000 copies weekly, although 2,500,000 copies were being demanded. Also, the pressure of advertising from American business has been so far in excess of the amount that we could print without largely increasing the number of pages in an issue that, in a further effort to conserve paper and to help relieve the situation, we have declined to accept a large volume of additional business. It is to the cut in the edition that the shortage of SaT URDAY EVENING Posts, of which so many readers are complaining, is due. Until the supply of paper increases we do not feel justified in printing such large numbers as the advertising that is offered to us warrants, or such large editions as our readers are calling for. But the fore handed man may be reasonably sure of his copy by plac ing a regular order with his newsdealer or newsboy. We feel sure that our readers will indorse our action in iving paper until the situation approaches normal, even though it may cause them some temporary inconvenience. Who is to Blame? — E of the most disquieting aftermaths of the war is the effort of various groups and classes to pass the buck of high prices. We are being deafened with an ever-mounting chorus of placing the blame on the other fellow. Everyone is developing into a splendid little blamer. One week it takes the form of calling the other fellow a profiteer, and the next week the swear word is “extravagance.”"’ Whatever ape this occupation assumes it is most unedifying Let us be honest, for a change. The truth is that pretty nearly everyone is to blame There will be no wholesome ecovery until that fact is recognized, or at least until there a general mending of way Glittering generalities get us nowhere. To be specific, it is well recognized in the woolen trade that an important reason for high retail prices is the fact that fine-quality woolens have become relatively more popular. But is this because the consumer demands them or because the manu- facturer and retailer have forced the more expensive goods upon him in their own selfish interest? The answer is both. Let us begin, however, with the consumer. Great numbers of people have been obsessed with the idea that they must have the best of everything. We have been suffering from an overdose of self-expression, from too much ego, from a THE SATURDAY EVENING POST wave of self-satisfaction that has in it more of the super- ficial and external than of the intrinsic and worth-while. Nor is this wave of abnormal and unwholesome extrava- gance confined by any means solely to the so-called working classes. Extravagance, ostentation and love of the gran- diose are marked among many successful business men and those of fairly moderate means and their families. There is many a suburb in our metropolitan areas where nearly every house is a bad imitation of a palace. Sense of propor- tion seems to have deserted large sections of the population, whether rich or poor. Youthful slips of girls go a quarter of a mile to buy a spool of thread in motor cars as large as locomotives aid as luxuriously appointed as an emperor's coach. College and school boys of brawny physique, un- developed intellect and lazily spent days save a few minutes of their not particularly valuable time by riding round town in monster motors with a rapacious appetite for gasoline. Men who have made a killing in war or other contracts, without sense of art or beauty, build grotesque country estates, blots upon an innocent landscape. It is the sense of fitness, of proportion, which is shocked by such expenditure of our precious, apparently dwindling yet essential supply of labor and materials, of steel, lumber, cotton, glass, rubber, petroleum and the like. Comfortable and even beautiful homes are boons to humanity. Quick, comfortable transportation by means of the internal- combustion engine has added hugely to the national wealth. But there is a limit to the wholesome and socially desirable use of all good things. The automobile may be far as yet from saturation point. Perhaps that point will never come. Possibly millions of additional cars can be used to the advantage of the country. But the motor car can be abused and wasted like sugar, clothing, millinery, beefsteaks or any other desirable necessity. Our prosperity has led us into an age of the grotesque, of fake grandeur, of mere appointments, size, pretension, grandiosity and pomposity. It is too reminiscent of im perial but decadent Rome in its latter days. So mad is our rush after mere size and appearance in the material things of life that we forget whether they most usefully serve our ends. We employ means all out of proportion to the ends, too expensive, too wasteful of basic products. There is this much consolation, however: ‘If people con- tinue to have as much money to spend as now, the ex- pensive articles will soon lose their social distinction. They convey distinction because they are scarce. A _ palatial place at the seashore has no more intrinsic happiness in it than a humble cottage, except for the fact that it confers prestige because of its rarity. But if palaces become common the effect will be different. If silks and furs are worn by enough people a lot of people take to overalls. The laboring man has been lambasted, and to some extent properly so, for his extravagance. But he has some excuse. In many cases he never had any chance before. The really tiresome persons are those who complain that they paid thirty dollars for their last pair of shoes or a small fortune for their last suit of clothes. These are usually the same persons who could go wholly without new shoes and clothes for years to come, if they cared to, be cause of an ample stock of old garments that are still wearable. It is true that all prices have gone up, the cheaper grades as well as the higher, but the people who complain of thirty-dollar shoes are, of course, not complaining really of high prices in a general sense, but of the price of the best qualities, A babe in arms could understand the economics of a situation in which everyone wants the best qualities and is prepared to pay for them, though only about one out of a thousand persons really needs the best qualities to be happy and successful in life. As long as people are unwilling to practice self-denial in the mere quality of their clothing, talk about high prices, profiteers and the like is gabble. The manufacturer and retailer are far from blameless. Until more retailers are able to overcome their supercilious attitude toward the would-be buyer of a useful but low- priced article the radical will still have arguments. Private property and private profits are permitted be- cause they furnish motives which drive men on to pro- duction and accomplishment. In the last analysis no June 19,1920 business is really private. We are all too closely tied together for that. The manufacturer, the employer, the manager represent the whole people, and their tenure should depend upon their ability to organize effectively the nation’s productive resources. To begrudge them large rewards for success would get us nowhere except perhaps to poverty and starvation. But they must be successful in their great undertaking, and in a sense their profits are only a measure of that success. Certainly success in organizing the nation’s productive resources does not mean the amassing of vast profits through the sale of silly, useless or harmful objects. The business man must render useful service, and if he does so no sensible person will begrudge him large rewards. But large profits in themselves are not necessarily a test of service. Because a manufacturer wastes materials in pro- ducing a wholly unnecessary article and makes big profits in so doing is no reason for regarding him as successful. Only a false standard of values can regard him as an im- portant part of the scheme of things. 4 retail store may be mobbed by would-be purchasers, but if it sells articles for which the people have no real need, manufactured from, let us say, a basic food product -the shortage of which threatens the social stability of the world—then what but a decadent standard of morals can regard that merchant as successful? But it is just as false and superficial to argue against all profits. We are flooded with speeches and statements regarding the big profits of large corporations and the implied wickedness thereof. It is fashionable nowadays for any individual or organization desiring an improve- ment in its lot to becloud the issue by raising a hue and cry over the large profits of a few companies. It is widely heralded as an outrage that a certain com- pany made more than thirty per cent on its common stock last year. But that is not what counts or has a meaning. The real question is whether this company put the bulk of its profits back into increasing production or has used its financial strength to monopolize the market and keep prices at a high level artificially. If profits are put back into the business the supply of goods is added to, and that is the only way to lower prices. What we need is to get underneath these phrases, such as profits, profiteering, dividends and the like, and discover whether our manu- facturers, retailers and other producers and distributors are really engaged in providing in the most efficient man- ner, or not, the goods and services which the world needs in this emergency. That is the real question. No Fool Like a Pink Fool HERE seems to be something malignant in the very air i ie Russia that addles the brains of all but the hardest- headed Americans, who are long exposed to it. Often the more universities the traveler has attended and the more ologies he has studied, the more fantastic are the conclu- sions he draws from what he has seen and heard by the Neva or the Volga. We have seen a high official, the wearer of many academic honors, dismiss with a con- temptuous shrug the horrors of Bolshevism on the ground that the movement made for “the larger life whatever that may be. More recently, another American, just home from Siberia, was quoted as follows: ‘“‘The Bolsheviki are fine fellows. A lot of them boarded our train while I was cross- ing Siberia. They had just finished ‘executing’ a dozen or more Russian officers. They were just as nice and pleasant as could be, and they laughed and joked with us and offered us cigarettes. They were as good fellows as you would care to meet.” These guerrillas had just boasted of wholesale assassi- nation, and yet a laugh, a jest and a cigarette instantly won them high esteem in the eyes of our fellow country- men. They were “fine fellows.” Usually when we hear talk of this sort we look about, hoping that one or two stout keepers will appear on the scene and take their escaped patient in charge. But these gentlemen from Russia never seem to have keepers. What is more alarming, they often do have the ear of authority.

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} \y Aq ; i SATURDAY EVENING POST N THE first day of March a certain well- known president of an equally well-known railroad boarded his private car for the first time in something over two years. It was like Oid Home Week for him. For twenty-six months his car had stood unused, just outside of the train shed of his main terminal. For the big railroader was not one of those who had gone into the service of the United States Rai! road Administration. He had remained during the in terregnum as the chief executive of his corporation; other hands had operated the railroad. And the director genera! of the nationalized railroad system had plainly told tl man, as well as the other railroad executives who stood by their corporate properties, that they would be per- mitted the use of their business cars only upon his specific permission. A little later the D. G. relented in this, as in some other stands. He invited the railroad presidents to use their cars, and made the matter of permission a most perfunctory thing. But in the tic e t which I refer the railroader, whose pride had been out raged by the Federal railroad head, never touched the steps of his car until it had come back through proper process of law. Then when he came back to it, he walked through the familiar passageways, poked his head into each of its little cubicles. Jaspar Emerson, who has been cook up particular car for a f dozen years past, aring potatoes in thet ny kite >Y The big bos went and Ovo} his fat black hand, then wandered slowly back into the observation room, which serves jointly as parlor and executive offices. The president dropped into his chair the old chair in the same old place. He fingered the map of the line—the old line, if you please—rolled in its neat metal casing. He let his glance go round about + orderly place. He spol e aloud to it. “Thank God,” he said. Actions and Reactions "EZIERE was another of these temporarily deposed pres i e i dents who had hada rather bitter two years of it As the tory goe the Federal manager of that propert “ »Na been a man reared on it as a sort of particular protege t re er to »verlordship very serio \r wher lited | Vn pieasure so to do hed he i to ren e the old b from his own beloved corner office in a downtown building of a certain big city and to take for himself. Moreover, as Federal manager of the propert he was meticulous about the old man’s use of the car Now the old man was never meticulous about the use of his neat little traveling house on wheels. He fumed at e restrictions that his former subordinate placed upor That, coupled with the office incident, was quite too mu So when March 1, 1920, rolled in promptly on schedule and the old president came into his own again, he prompt canned that former Federal manager. A brand-new comer ok up the operating management of the road. I am setting these things down at the beginning to show that the return of our railroads from governmental control EcOoOR ATION Br J. By Edward Hungerford B#@ste Ff to private once again was not without its personal phases. A good deal of bitterness had been engendered within two years of regentship. This was shown in numberless ways on the first day of last March. On that day the president of one of the big roads announced that the annual or term card passes issued by the United States Railroad Adminis tration were expired, instanter. Most of the other roads arranged to honor these for an additional thirty days until their holders could arrange new transportation. But not so with this railroad president. For two long hard years he had held his soul in outer peace; but I do not believe in inner. When his turn was come and he was in power once again he could not be rid of the governmental operation stunt too quickly. On that selfsame first day of March his new timecards were ready —freed from those four words, “ United States Railroad Administration,” and printed once again in tae familiar colored covers that once , ' had made them distinctive in the time-table rach That was the t that actuated many of the returning railroaders. Old feuds had been dropped, but many vigorou new ones were begur Certain big railroader who had been out of power In the government interregnun i not hesitate to accuse their rivals, who perhaps had held ir portant overlordships under the Railroad Administration, of having deliberately robbed their roads of rightful traffic —traffiec which they had been long years in upbuild e of wartime necessity The bitterne road Administration on the part of mar f these private operators, temporarily shorn of their power is still very deep and very sincere. It is sh n good part by almost all of the big railroaders to-day. The folders of the road mentioned were not the only ones issued afresh on March first last. On that day I chanced to go from New York to Philadelphia. The mile that I pure hased in the Pennsylvania Station was of a brand new issue that day. The symbols of government rule ha been removed overnight. No longer did each t 1 mile bear the name of the premier director general of ra ‘You bet they didn’t,” said a railroader out in ¢ uf t Ww ry I repeate ] t} experie t And uu i! vet inothner t gy: When the order came it from Washi toat eve our official « ng card as well as eve tiie f n of railroad printed ratte must ! ir the name the director ue eral I bu ed ilked ert istat ne in Wabash Avenue and got my own cards engrave Such orders were bound to bring reactions at the ver first possible moment. No wonder that the new folder and ticket forms came springing out, that the washing of the name of the Railroad Administration from the window of each of the consolidated ticket offices was a matter of hours rather than of days I am setting these th ings down because they how a state of railroad mind, the understanding of which is fairly essential to a real understanding of the railroad situatior as it exists across the country to-day —sixty days after the cessation of government control. To the aver age patron of the roads, however, the question of the lettering on the windows of the consolidated offices is far less germane than the retention of the offices themselves. That the establishment of these by the Railroad Administration as one of its very first acts- was in many cases a piece of extravagance-—with long-term leases still to run upon many of the old-time city tr ket ces—is not the real point The point as I see it is that these offices do represent areal phase of public conver ience. A man going, let us say, from St. Louis to Kansas City, and failing to find on one road the exact accommo dations that he wishes, can without going out of the room turn to another, and perhaps there find the ver thing that he wishes The Competitive Idea ( cago on a prominent rner downtown of l é ty t et office Toner Wa‘ Vit two more i Vv to follow in its lead ind at ieast e or two otne mortant 1d n that gatewa t Nid ne » ObtLa j ible accommodatior thie ercrowded Loop riet efore taking similar action. Toanyt edged ‘ ’ live lea ol i ad ‘ t the t (la ind Adar * wt A tne 4 ! i the Nor We er im! i i ! ‘ te vila ist have given a sort of real thr It . the i la A e! I t Vt ‘ ‘ ea ! i ft t timost within a t t Ww Vas lar ¢ t the old idea in Ame il wiroa ‘ et lea ipon Ww } he major ] tior is been ipbuilt Whethe ma ‘ ‘ e idea as a fu ( p fo ir Ame railroa t would seen ull t i ‘ { i va ire { t ! ete ft ist As these ‘ inde A ‘ I i ma 1 La ( ‘ M i the Ne inst t l on the we il { eu it ‘ hé ‘ ( if ) rea ‘ tra traveler ‘ to e | poat t lia i | i transp ‘ One f Dire r Genera MecAdo t t was the emova if the t} rug , fror the ‘ , City tert als to the main Manhatta tat {ft Pennsylvania. It was a great boon to travelers and promptly heralded as suct The noncompetitive leu Continued on Page 42

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30 THE LOGANS THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 19,1920 “Davy, I Think You Can Arrange a Compromise. You've Got To. The Public is Due Something. You Go Back and Explain to the Commission" HERE was a lot of talk in Logansport about Nim Davis marrying Davy Carter. Some thought this and some thought that, but it never occurred to the town gossips that the brilliant Miss Davis might have married the best outfielder in the big leagues because she loved him. Which was the fact. They had been lifelong playmates; but Nimmo’s father, the Hon. Warren Davis, did not want her to marry Davy, and made no bones about it, The Honorable Warren had been a member of Congress from the district that Logansport and had planned a career for the daughter, his only child. His disappointment in life was that Nimmo was not born a boy. Mr. Davis, a widower, thereupon set about to make the girl as nearly like a boy as was possible under the natural handicap. When Nim Davis came out of the finishing school the distinguished father drilled her as best he could in business And she liked it. He also taught her law, partic- ularly as it applied to commerce and contracts. To the chagrin of several young men, who had failed, this smiling- eyed girl, looking more the débutante than a legal light, passed the state board examination and was admitted to the bar at the age of twenty-one. Nim Davis became the smartest and cleverest young centered, methods woman in Logansport. Merchants took their business to Miss Davis simply because they knew she would attend to it promptly, a lot more than could be expected of the what with running for the legislature and Logansport therefore never looked upon an oddity. She was taken asa No paper ever even printed her picture She knew how to take the bit men attorneys, things like that, its girl or woman lawyer as matter of course as a leading suffragette. in her teeth, though. When the vote did come to women Nim promptly dis- proved the oft-repeated stump theory that the polls, sur- rounded by a lot of rough-looking men, would be no place ILLUSTRATED ar HAROLD for the wives and daughters to assemble on Election Day. At the first meeting of the Woman’s Worth While Club, over at Mrs. Gardner's, she impressed upon the women the necessity of studying the ballot form closely and know- ing in advance exactly how to make one out. She further advised that they dress as smartly as possible—a sug- gestion not hard to take. The men-folk naturally got wind of these preparations and were not to be shown up, The women found assembled with them that first Election Day the best-groomed and best-behaved lot of men that ever had gathered in the The women voted more rapidly It turned out to be Everybody Logansport courthouse. than the men, but just as intelligently. a most pleasant and businesslike election. said so, Soon thereafter the merchants got together and made Nim Davis secretary of the Commercial Club. Immedi- ately Nim began to think up things about improving Lo- gansport that had never occurred to the sleepy old town. For instance, at the very first meeting Asa Farnsworth, the best-read man in town, delivered a very carefully pre- pared paper on the lack of commerce with China and the Orient, due to America’s meager merchant marine. In the discussion that followed this matter of such grave importance to Logansport, 1590 miles inland, the new secretary shocked the dignity of the assemblage by taking the floor with something to say. “I would suggest, began Miss Davis, “that marine and Oriental matters be tabled until some- thing can be done about marketing the acres of straw- berries going to waste right round this town. Logansport grows the finest strawberries in the country,” she added, “and nobody knows about it beyond the circulation of the gentlemen,” By Bozeman Bulger Luwopb g something about it despite the lack of a merchant Weekly Democrat, which is not much farther than you can hearthetrain. It strikes me that we can do marine.” The Hon. Warren Davis, retired and now very old, heard about this and chuckled. These chuckles might have continued but for the arrival of the practical-minded daughter at home with the announcement that she was going to marry Davy Carter. The battle was on and she was prepared to accept the issue, preparatory to Davy’s arrival with the formal re- quest for permission. ““Counselor’’—that was the Honorable Warren's pet name for Nim—“I want you to be happy, of course, but with your success so far and a career ahead of you,” he said, “I had hoped you would not marry a ball player. Maybe not at all. Oh, I’ve known Davy since he was a shaver,” he hastened to add at her remonstrance, “and I know he is a nice boy, but ——” “Just a moment, daddy —— “I mean no reflection on young Carter as a man,” he waved her objection aside, “but there are so many other young men here; men interested in public affairs, men of position in the body politic.” “Big men, you mean. Well, do you know, daddy, Davy Carter is the only man in this town whose name has ap- peared in a city newspaper since you left Congress?”’ “Perhaps, but as a ball player—not for the good of Logansport,” he answered after giving this some thought “But who else ever attracted any attention at all?” she persisted. Nim won her argument eventually—girls usually do— and she and Davy Carter, crack outfielder of the distant Grays, were married. Just the same, some of the words of the Honorable Warren were well planted. After she had settled down to (Continued on Page 32)

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(Continued from Page 30) married life Mrs. Carter reflected that it was true Davy had got only his own name in the paper. There had been nothing for Logansport in his fame. She would attend to that. “Why is it, Davy,” she inquired as they returned from the honeymoon, “that the papers never talk about your home town like they do the towns of other great ball players like Ty Cobb, Babe Ruth, and men like that?” “IT dunno, Nim,” he replied, somewhat surprised. “I reckon it’s because I don't talk about it myself.” “That's just it. You don’t talk about anything much when you are in the big cities, do you?” ‘No, I don't, Nim. Inever was gabby. The gang used to call me Old Dead Silence. I reckon I’m not cut out for a talker. Do you think I've ruined your career?” ‘Now I won't hear another word of that, Davy! Daddy shouldn't have said that to you. But you are just as good a ball player as those other stars, aren’t you?” ‘As Cobb and Babe Ruth? Well, I wouldn’t say that. Of course » ‘You remember when I wrote you last summer to make more noise—to talk more?” she interrupted. “Sure I do. And I tried to do it, but I simply couldn’t think of anything to say. I played great ball that week, though.” “A clipping from one of the New York papers caused me to do that,” she admitted. “The writer said that you were perhaps the most finished ball player in either league; that you were a perfect machine, but that you had no color—no personality.” “Yes, I know.” “That paper also said that if you would show any kind of life— pep, they called it—you would be as famous as any of the great stars.” “I reckon that’s so,”” he admitted. “But the reason I don't do it is because I don't know how. Those other fellows, like Cobb, do it because they can’t help it. It’s natural, that’s all.” “ After reading that in the paper,”” Nim continued, “I began to notice the little boys in their ball playing round town I have heard them calling themselves Babe Ruth and Ty Cobb, but right here in your own home town I've never seen a little fellow ever pretending to be Davy Carter.” I've got $25,000 saved up, I’ve got my own home, and now I've Except for her career, “Oh, it don’t make any difference, honey. got the finest wife in the world ain't that enough? ‘No, it isn't. You've got to be somebody in this town in the papers, in politics. You've got to be the most fa- mous ball player as well as the best ball player.’ “That's a pretty big order, counselor,”’ he said, and tried to change the subject by stroking her chestnut hair “I'd like to be, for your sake, but how am I going to do it? “I'm going to do it for you,”’ she declared. “When we jom the club _ ‘You are not going with me ‘You bet I'm going with you, and when we come back this town is going to know that Davy Carter is somebody!” “And maybe you won't be sorry then you married a ball player, eh?” Even with a big-league ball club in training a Texas town is mighty dull in the spring, especially toward sun down. Round that hour veteran sporting scribes, travel ing with the Grays, made it a point to drop in on Manager Eddie Gilks to kill the time and perhaps pick up a pear! of wisdom here and there, on which to hang a night story Toward the end of the first week they were present to hear Eddie's la- ment on the ab THE SATURDAY EVENING POST more ground in the outfield and is surer of a catch than any man in the game. He always hits .300; and can do it in a pinch. Have you seen the new records? Well, he drove in more runs last season than any man on the club. And, mind you,” Eddie added impressively, “he has never been regarded as a great player by the public!” “What’s the answer, then?” “No attraction, no personality, no mannerisms, no noise,"’ Gilks promptly responded. “If that bird would only open his mouth, only ride the other players—bust somebody in the nose occasionally—he would be worth $15,000 a year to himself, and $50,000 to the club. But he won't do it.” “You've heard nothing from him at all?” “Not a word.” A crunching of gravel outside and the lusty voices of negro porters notified us that the town hack had pulled up at the hotel steps, though we could not see it from our up- stairs window. The afternoon train had slipped in and out without our being aware of it. We hadn't much time for lament, though. There was a knock at the door. “Come right in,” yelled Gilks, none too cordial. This was the hour when players usually dropped in to make their spring touches. But this happened to be neither a ball player nor a touch. As the door opened we all reached for our coats, but too late. The comeliest young woman with th* merriest blue eyes [ had seen for many moons stood in the doorway, smiling. “Have you made a mistake, miss?”’ asked Eddie. “We were not exactly expecting a lady.” There was no embarrassment on the face of the lady. “No, I don’t think so,” she said, drawing off a glove. “This is your office, isn’t it, and you are Mr. Gilks?” “Right,” he said, and proffered a chair. All I remember about her costume, other than a white- and-black-striped skirt, is that she looked nobby. She had come in like a spring breeze and continued so. “Don’t disturb yourselves, gentlemen,” the young woman begged. “I just wanted to report to Mr. Gilks that David Carter is here for duty. He is also ready to sign up—if the terms are right.” “Is that so? What's the idea?” stammered Gilks. Davy deaf and dumb?” “Not that I know of—oh, pardon me. I’m rather stupid, I am Mrs. David Carter—-Nimmo Carter.” We all suddenly recalled news from Logansport in the fall that Davy had married. It was the first time we had thought of it. “But why can’t Davy report for himself?" asked Gilks, a suggestion of displeasure in his tone. “ He could,” she said, “‘ but I’m reporting for him because I think I can do it better. I can also sign for him, if the terms suit. Here is my power of attorney.” (cross the little table she extended a legal-looking paper. “* And that isn’t the only one I have,”’ Mrs. Carter added in response to our smiles. “I am secretary of the Com- mercial Club of Logansport, am assistant chairman of the Democratic Campaign Committee in my county, and I am empowered to make any contracts or guaranties for the business people of our town that I may deem wise.” She handed Gilks a paper that proved that also. It was plain that she had Eddie winging and she knew it. “Pardon me,” said the manager, coming to himself. “These gentlemen are newspaper men. I would like to introduce them, They had just dropped in to know if I had any news from Davy. But you have answered that.” ‘| thought they were writers,’ she said, pleasantly ac- knowledging the introduction—and remembering the Is June 19,1920 names. “I have a feeling that before a great while we shall have a lot of things of common interest.” We already had one of them. This was an oasis—the liveliest, snappiest yarn we’d run across since coming South. “If you are going to talk business,’’ suggested Sam Dry- den, our dean, “ perhaps we'd better leave.” “Not at all, not at all, so far as I am concerned,” she insisted. “If Mr. Gilks doesn’t object I am perfectly willing to transact all of Davy’s business right in the open.” She looked at the manager inquiringly. “*T never done nothing like this before,”” admitted Eddie, dropping into his baseball vernacular, “but I can go through with it if you can, Miss—Mrs. Carter.” “I’m sure these gentlemen won’t make public the terms if you don’t wish it. Davy Carter has nothing to hide, however.” The writers already were perfectly willing to subscribe to anything she said, and nodded approvingly. “All right. To begin with,” asked Gilks, “why did Davy return his contract unsigned?” “He didn’t, exactly. I returned it. I did so because the terms were not satisfactory. He has reported here simply to get in shape, as he expresses it, in case you and I should reach a satisfactory adjustment.” “* Just what was the trouble with the contract?” “Why, the salary is just the same as it was last year, notwithstanding the high cost of living. At the same time I observe by the papers that you have increased your ad- mission rates.. That’s true, isn’t it?”’ Sam Dryden nudged me in the side. This was getting good, but we were careful not to interrupt. “Yes, but, you see, Davy is getting pretty well along in years now—baseball years, I mean. Under ordinary cir- cumstances we might have cut him down a little.” “You didn’t cut him last year.” “No, but you must realize that Davy has been in the game eight years now and is bound to slow up. He is getting over weight. To tell the truth, he’s always had trouble getting inshape. I doubt if he'll hit .300. Suppose, for the sake of argument, he falls down this year. Where would the club be then?” Oh, how many times had we writers heard this argu- ment at salary-fixing time! “But he won't fall down!’ Nimmo retorted. “TI’ll guarantee that he won't slip. Moreover, I'll guarantee that he hits .300. Yes, and I’m willing to guarantee that he drives in as many runs as he did last year—and steals as many bases.” This knocked Eddie off his pins fora moment. We could not restrain a smile as this wise man of baseball wabbled. “How can you guarantee things like that? I can’t,’ he finally replied. ‘* Easily enough,” said Davy’s personal attorney. “The contract can be made with bonus attachments—added clauses.”’ “ How’s that?” ‘It's very simple, Mr. Gilks. If Davy did all the things that you are afraid he will not do you'd be perfectly willing to pay him $12,000 a year, wouldn’t you?” “Certainly I would.”” And right there Gilks tied him- self up. “Good!” Mrs, Carter exclaimed. “As the matter stands, though, you offer him only $9000 in the contract that has been returned. Now suppose you agree to a bonus of $1000 if he hits .300, another $1000 if he steals fifty bases—that’s a good figure, as you know—and still another $1000 if he drives in as many runs as last year?” “By George, that’s fair enough!"’ exclaimed old Sam Dryden, but he quickly subsided as Gilks lifted a re- straining hand. “It does sound ence of Davy Carter, who had returned his con tract unsigned, and had not re ported for spring i it er ition, Never before had Carter, the model ball player, bucked over the traces ‘Great piece of machinery, that boy = observed one of the younger writers as Eddie pointed out the } le in which the club had been left. ‘Machinery is right,”’ the mana- all right,’’ ad- mitted Gilks, try- ing to conceal his discomfiture at having been picked up on his own suggestion. “Why, it is ex- actly the same thing,’’ Mrs. Car- ter assured him. “If he doesn’t do the things that you expect — why, you don’t have to pay him but $9000. If he does do the things that you say are worth $12,000 — natu- rally you would be willing to pay that. Am I right in so supposing?” ger agreed, “ Car- ter can cover Davy Carter Mopped Up With a Three:Base Hit in the Eighth Inning (Continued on Page 35)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST (Continued from Page 32) The manager nodded hesitatingly, tapping the table with a pencil. “Well, I never saw a woman manager before,”’ he ad- “but I'll have to hand it to you. You put that one over mitted, ou would think she said. that way,” ‘You know, the people of Logansport have a great admiration for you, Mr. Gilks. Are you ready to sign now?” “We'll have to wait, of course, until the club secretary “I was sure } can fix up the paper “No, you won't. I had this plan all worked out before I left my office in Logansport, and I prepared all the papers in duplicate. All you have to do the bonus clauses to the returned contract, sign your name, and the is attach ign for Davy.” he drew some folded papers. job’s done. I'll From a silken bag “T’ll sign a With a fountain pen she affixed her name and a copy of her power of attorney, and shoved the documents across the table. There was nothing for Eddie but to sign. “Well, I'll say tha remarked one of the re porter = for a couple of mont “Yes, and I’ good those bor “You can b the remark “After a while, gentlemen, I want to talk to you some Logan ounced Mrs. straightening black-and-white-silk skirt that still sticks And we were quite willing to hear had to say With veteran ba first was quickly done!”’ this hemming and hawing hollow a hunch that Davy’s going to make am Dryden added in an undertone, laughed Mrs. Carter, overnearing about Carter, rising and in my memor anything a sm wept out, leaving a crowd of ipposed to be very wise, with their mout} “Well, silence. The was an item, ! Gilks broke the gal news ¢ avy Carter having signed his contract >of Mrs. Nimmo Carte we promptly dubbed her Eddie smart some Logansport Breeze, a good for a column We all went to it. In the lobby; wnstairs we found Davy With legs cros and cigarette material on the arm of alking things over with other players, were the middle of the season { taciturnity everybody liked Carter. his chair he was as spiritless a For all his Davy, alway ru 0 “Well, Davy, y« rea remarked a hands “That so?” ked. “] didn’t think F yull fT “Hasn't sl ” “No. I gues done is all right, w and a man’s man. signed up, I see,” Sam Dryder Nim was fast but I quick. knew that ip to the room, fixing up. though. Smart girl, that, Mr. her deal ** After I 1ess for me.”’ Saw out home. he Commercial hrough hoops Yes, and if y he map too. ¢ you fellows. ugh | ad ng doors of the dining room opened ver the lobby, 1 healthy skinned There ciear- attention. Was an ing camp to riv g ol afternoon train is the sliding back of those He waited. r came down, ney Her very air as she entered score of young athletes crane Half of them audibly proclaimed Old Davy lost on Mr t deference he ] +} ? , ead them to took occasion team mates. > caught some t r innocent stares. A comparative look a table cor Davy} ross the firmed was fear that ha recruit pitcher a lly pudgy. served Davy and inclined toward the star out! mo’s mind E«¢ Gilks’ weignt, u cards ood back, d expe Mr bowed ar It w r who spoke, though. Whatever ‘You may bring me soup, fish and the relishes,’ I mean that you thought in a tone of authority, immediately recognized by waiter. ‘I will give you the rest of the order later.” do wa ““Yassam—an’ you, Mr. Carter? “You may bring him soup, a slice of rare roast beef ” added the lady, ignoring any string beans bring those, and ; have a cup of black ¢ afterward ut ten, Nim,” interrupted Davy in a voice none 00 positive, “I’m hungry Say, boy ‘i “Never mind, waiter,”’ she directed the darky. “Bring what I have told you.” Then to Davy: “Of course You're always hungry, but that’s nothing your weight, and you are going to make guaranties, didn’t you? We no potatoes, look on Davy’s face. “If there are well t as a bear. you are hungry. I’ve guaranteed it. Haven't you always found Mr. Carter a pretty big eater?’’ she asked of the waiter, who had hung back to hear more of thi “He shore “Well, you must stand ( we've got ce M , miss.” give hin { order, pennan t take You'll in Yassum, ‘at's Right. I've Seed Manya Young Ball Player Eat Hissetf Out'n de League meager sed to a good that of limbe ager before,”’ Sam 1 where we do you dad see t that would give } table i be ¥ lies You've Continued on Page 82

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST A Food Economy ILK cor tutes food « all humar composi en when ob if ] ut rom anima sume pect it cor i about thirteer per cent of solids, of h fat is the valuable cor t “rome cows »a milk hav per cent of others give a veraging low as three per in fat, Because it is a liquid of people lool beverage miuct a the majority upon mrilit as a than as a For this and reasons it 18 a rather food other fact per ! lor avai Re that a larger of the able k supply fails to reach the entage people directly as a food than perhaps any other article that Nature has intended r human diet may appear, the feeding of animals has A poll approaching an exact } in has the feeding of humans. Farmers, stock- trange as it t more nearly long ago recognized that skimmed They ame elements dairyme llent feeds for stock. fact that the emiwaste products good for aluable for } buttermilk are exce neglected to appre ute the h make these so-calle« e general elling skimmed imans. T gor ils also make nee of proper facili r savit t na contributh ¥ factor to farmer has unwise practice that revailed The o replied to his who charged waste by stating that the indirectly as food throug! But now we disco, hat sever : fed is used by tl! the mere act of living, thirty nt of the value of the milk is ned to manki form of meat and fat. Even d not be bad were it not for the fact that the organs of animals are constructed to assimilate of food \ This t] ns the wisdom of feeding a human milk thus utilized goes to mar the animal ty per cent of the food nimal while only wou » human system cannot use erefore the whole world is strug to animals at a time wher with the | pr »blem of how to live decer tly and + meet in the United States pounds Of this nited States Depart vMluction of mill it &7,000,000,000 | the | three per cent goes direct Of the remainder 4.3 per nt is evaporated or condensed nt is converted i to cheese, » ice cream, and thirty 1 milk from which the nly about the form and other d to feed stock or is thrown | j Kimm Mhtit is always been of people »> come to believe that nly valuable part of milk sfat. The fact thi as a cor of energy i ’ milk hs and thousands percent iderable ydrate muscle-making lild bone and teeth has been largely overlooked. These elements are just as essential to the human diet as the fat in milk. The average grade of milk skims about twelve per cent cream and leaves eighty-eight per cent skimmed milk. This latter contains practically all of the carbohydrates, proteins and minerals that were originally in the milk. In addition most of the water-soluble vitamines and half of the fat-soluble vitamines—elements necessary to pro- duce growth—remain in the skimmed product. There is no more sense in making the amount of butter- fat in milk its standard of value than there is in assuming that the price of a piece of meat should be governed by the fat it contains. Think of the lean meat that would be wasted if such a plan were adopted! Skimmed milk is practically tasteless, and therefore is not the easiest thing in the world to market. Standing by itself it is not wholly satisfactory as a cooking ingre- dient because it lacks a shortening value. However, science has shown us the way out by discovering that a number of vegetable fats when refined can be emulsified or combined with evaporated skimmed milk, thus restor ing the value and balance of the milk as a suitable cooking ingredient, or for use in hot beverages. Dietitians tell us that when pure fat is used for shortening cooked foods it exhibits a tendency to soak in and mass the other ingre- dients It is for this reason that many people prefer to use milk in cooking, because the fat in it is finely divided and mixes uniformly through the food that is being prepared. This situation provides an opportunity for the utilization of skimmed milk that is well worthy of notice. Throughout the whole United States are thousands of children suffering from undernutrition. At the same time investigators are telling us that though we have in the neighborhood of 24,000,000 cows in this country we lack twenty-five per cent of the number required to give each person the proper quantity of milk. Certain cities have been conducting experiments by way of serving luncheons for a few pennies to anemic children in the public schools. One of the combinations of food that possessed the needed nourishment and still could be sold for a couple of pennies was skimmed milk and bread and butter. In England, where a similar effort was made, the underfed children were given cocoa made with skimmed milk. In certain communities within recent years the papers have told how thousands of gallons of skimmed milk have been dumped into the sewers by dairymen who had skimmed a surplus of milk for its butterfat content. In these cities at the same time hundreds of parents were June 19,1920 unable to provide a wholesome and bal- anced diet for their children. Statistics appear to indicate that every rise in the price of milk causes a shrinkage in the amount used. In one big city over a period of years an increase of five cents a quart in price resulted in a forty per cent drop in consumption. The peoplewhowere hardest hit were the poor, who have a limited diet and need the milk most. As one authority states, ‘‘fat is fat, whether it comes from a cotton seed, a coconut, a peanut or a cow.” There is a limit to the amount of animal fat we can produce, but fat- producing vege- tables can be grown in practically any quantity Anyway, in most cases the utilization of vegetable fats merely means a sav ing of certain parts of the vegetable or fruit which fore went to waste. If all we have to do to make skimmed milk valuable is to combine vegetable fats with it, let’s encourage the idea until all animals live on foods that humans can’t consume and until no more skimmed milk with its nourishing ele- ments is poured into city sewers. The need of the present hour is for a reduction in living costs. The way to com- mence is to remedy the wastes that are most obvious. Skimmed milk is one of them. After we get well started along this line we might then proceed to investigate why the dairy industry in the san average of only 4500 pounds of milk each year from each cow, while in Denmark the dairymen get from 7000 to 8000 pounds per cow. There is plenty of food for thought in the fact that only a few weeks ago the dairy industry of Denmark found it possible to send 500,000 pounds of butter all the way across the Atlantic Ocean and profitably dispose of their product in competi- tion with American producers. There are a lot of things that should come to us from foreign lands, but dairy prod- icts can hardly be classed as one of them. desired. hereto- United States get One Way to Increase Production N THESE days when the majority of landlords appear to be taking full advantage of the deficient housing situation, and seem to be imbued with the single idea of getting in profit all that the traffic will bear, many peo- ple have finally b&en forced to go out on the highways and byways and try to buy a place in which to live. Anyone who has followed. this course has found that sellers of houses are no more sympathetic than the landlords from whom they are trying to escape. The agent who shows you a piece of property to-day takes special pains to impress upon you what a great favor he is extending in offering to let you have a ten-thousand-dollar house for thirty thousand provided you will sign the papers before five o'clock that afternoon. The day of explanations for high prices is past. The present attitude is, Take it or leave it. Whatever satis- faction we get is contained in the brief statement that there is a dearth of materials. Demand has outstripped production. The man who sells us shoes repeats the same refrain. So do the hatter, the clothier, the butcher and the baker. The fact that the great army of people who have nothing to sell but the work of their hands and heads are tired of hearing the same old song brings no relief to the situation. All that remains for the average man to do is to utter a prayer that somehow a miracle will be Continued on Page 38

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST \ 4. CADILLAC NORD oF THEY? ™, Why There Can Be Only One Cadillac \ It is a singular and significant fact that since men began to build motor cars, the world has been able to produce only one such car as the Cadillac. In seventeen years, there is no single other instance, even approaching in volume of approval, the over- whelming endorsement which the Cadillac has won. It would be mock-modesty to mince words—the Cadillac stands, the world over, as the sole repre- sentative of its high type and class. Is there, then, in the Cadillac, some exclusive engi- neering principle which gives it an immeasurable advantage over all others? No, there is nothing in the principle to which other engineers may not aspire—nothing in the results it accomplishes which they may not strive to approxi- mate. Any day, of any month, of any one of these seventeen years, skilled designers and draughtsmen could have produced blue prints which would have been at least a ‘Chinese copy’ of Cadillac construction, down to the most trifling detail. Has the Cadillac, then, been the creation of some towering and unapproachable genius whose skill was exclusive to himself and will die with his death? That is palpably impossible, for fine performance ina motor car is dependent upon such a_ bewildering mass of elements that it simply cannot be the fruit of any one man’s mind. Let us try to get closer to the simple secret of Cadillac singularity, by asking what it is, precisely, that the Cadillac gives, which removes it from the realm of rivalry. Why, simply this—that Cadillac owners escape a ar? a world of troubles common to motor cars, and enjoy a world of comfort which thousands of them testify they cannot get elsewhere. Now, how can the qualities be put into any motor car, which deliver the owner this yreater degree of com fort, free him from a host of troubles, and make his Cadillac cost less, in the long run, than a car of the very lowest price? Why, obviously these vital qualities can only be put into the Cadillac by putting the quality that produces them into every part, process and practice that enters into the construction of the car. And this can only be done by a group of craftsmen, working together for years, all animated by the same common aim, all thinking alike, each on his own job, but all in the same spirit of high achievement. And under them, and working with them, year aftet year, after vear, must be another great group of superintendents, and foremen, and skilled mechani all saturated with the same principle—and a invincibly convinced that nothing less can resu from their efforts and their environment, than the most marvelous motor car mechanism in the world | I | | { That this Cadillac spirit can only tind its fullest expression in factories such as the resources of the Cadillac Company alone can supply—that it call for matchless materials, and the most scientity machinery that skill can devise and money can buy, goes W ithout saying. Not for all the money in the world would the owners of this great Cadillac business depart by a_ hair’ breadth from the deep-rooted policies which hav« won from the whole world an endorsement without equal or precedent in the history ot the motor cat industry.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 36) yreciated days when the » equal of the man with ir economic free- entials of life, oy iccessfully divid er ¢ of ¢ »uU production in Gut in Ohio isa 1914 has irchased its raw materials lt ration that since per cent, and yet is selling of only ten per cent. If this is pretty near ient, then The manage- or premiums and tick strictly management near effi some how me ; bor Int’s policy is to by tl omewhat corporation lb radical in o favorable that lowed as being obtained are leserving of « areful consideration. at to do in its factories is for rhe fact is entertained that production ile of the workers and that if this s~and-cents profit will take tempts " » dollar d its new departure in plant assumption that the workers must in the Throughout of people who have lost confidence management with which they are most vitally of workmen have lost faith in their ndreds of college men have lost pre t of educa and the Other good folks have less faith than at Washington, and the general throughout the nation that most stem tion representative ned greatly about their own personal Prac- t at the present time is caused by a tle about the common good. CuHy all lach of cont ler Before it is po employees in the n ble to create confidence on the part of ary for the latter ond doubt that sincerely in the men. ity with this principle the production manager ith such frank that su picion of all motive He has convinced ess depends on the kind of future ompany since inagement it is nece to show be it believe In conform has acted w honesty comp eliminated wages and morale i \ established. The hown at the start that their wages were and in order for them would be necessary for production gh rate of pay was en ployee ; were as high as the busine would bear, higher rate to ine the men were dealt the table face up. supplied good air and water, anda restaurant hours are practiced against any Preference is shown to In the matter of working condition th The factory with modern sanitary fas quare ly 9 all card be Ing | laced on buildings are kept clean and are ities, 1) al 1 al , , well-equipped hospital, while the employees The nation 1 serve pure, whulesome food. working reasonable and no discrin creed or ¢ atior nationality, married mer rgani above thirty years of age and to men living in the community where located. A committee in foree in to insure a fair deal for the men and to keep the company policy directly before the ' emp! All the « or is discharged are the plant i ystem | the shops vet concerning any worker who quits reviewed to make sure that perpetrated. There is a monthly ircumstance care fully no injustice has beer house organ which provides management and employees to express themselves Provision is made workers who desire to ad- An informat ce toe mployee 3 an opportuni for the training of ambitious ion bureau renders also spec ial infor- oncerning Liberty Bonds, Thrift , and A benefit sociely to insure financial protection in Social and amusement features vance to higher positior me-lax report 10 On emi) loyees sor deatt tra sports it company operated by ckne d, orche baseball team, an annual outing, eusol hold the idea that produc- For the whole ‘ ] ial in a fac tory 1 comfortable and humane stand- ary for every man in the community tent otherwise there will not be enough wlicyv of this a menace concern |} arbors no Even the merely a nega- In establishing a mportant factors considered are cost men overproduction’ inderconsumption, > two amount of production. In determining the points considered are the and the relation of health and happiness of the number of working hours the relation of cost the hour employees earnings to living worked tk The work of the committees that represent the various groups in this company is mostly educational and in no way governmental. The management of the corporation realizes fully that vicious radicals are busy spreading the idea among industrial workers that the employee himself receives only about one-tenth of what he produces. This false propaganda is vigorously combated. An effort is made to explain to each workman exactly what he pro- duces and just how the labor of his hands is distributed. The total expenditures of the company for each year are divided into six groups, and an effort is made to point out how the company and the industry served are endangered through slighting any of the six items enumerated. In the company’s most recent report to its men the ex- penditures were grouped under the headings: Taxes; reserve for contingencies; maintenance of plant; expansion of plant; wages, salaries and dividends, and expenditures for materials and supplies. When the workmen of any company have such complete figures before them there is small likelihood that any radical or trouble-maker will get far in his effort to convince the men that they are getting only ten per cent of what they produce. The company manager or some high representative of the company goes before the four times a year and points out the important facts in the company’s financial progress and accomplishment In line with its modern methods of operation the cor- has established certain principles for itself from j that ana Busines 3 committee representing the workers at least poratio: which it refuses to depart. It capital is always production and consumption. originally was founded on service. The customer all—the public suffers all. Absentee ownership may or may not be a curse. Absentee management is always a curse. No alliances; free speech; free press; of individual rights; wages based on buying power; and the production of an article that is a necessity. Dividends paid by the company are limited to eight per cent on capital stock. Such are the general principles and operating schemes of this Ohio company, which declares that the jndustrial difficulties of to-day and the future will be between man- Perhaps there believes states pays recognition agement and labor, not capital and labor. are other plans for relieving present social ills in industry or better—but in of the absence of bonuses, profit sharing and any of industrial democracy the results are striking. In 1918 the men produced 2.72 trucks per man; in 1919 the output per worker was 2.95. Expressed it another way, the productivity per man increased near ten per cent last year. This splendid accomplishment w posted so the men could see it, and credit for the results One-third due to ample capital and that are as good as those here outlined view form obtained was given as follows plant and methods of manufacture; one-third to manage- ment; and one-third to the men voluntarily giving an honest day’s work. It is hopeful and pleasing to run acros management is possessed of the idea that there are ways to the industrial situation without wages or shouldering the added costs upon the consumer. The country would be better off if more of our employers were to get hold of the thought that thousands of work- sacompany W hose meet present lowering men to-day are not fools swayed by every emotion, but are anxious to think in terms of fundamental economics. The whole body industrial is now suffering a relapse from swallowing too many temporary stimulants. The present need is for steady, effective plodding of a permanent and practical nature, and not for temporary spurts that excite us to-day and then leave us without strength and hope for the race to-morrow. Composite Form Letters “QOMETIMES I sit and think, just sit,” said a rural philosopher. while others just work. and then other times I So in business some men work and think, The conscientious plodder is nearly always outdistanced by the fellow whostops occasionally toanalyze and plan. Inama- jority of pursuits the value of the worker's services is based on the worth of his ideas, and the latter come as a result of thinking. Where there is no thought there are no ideas and no system. Great achievements have been the result not so much of knowledge as of thought. The other day I found myself engaged in interesting conversation with one of the newest and certainly one of the youngest of the nation’s great industrial leaders. He had started at the bottom in one line of business, and in working his way up in his chosen field had established such an enviable record for efficiency in management that a big and progressive corporation in a totally different industry had seen fit to reach out and secure this young man as the company’s president. Several of my friends told me he was not only one of the greatest thought factories existing in human form, but he was the champion timesaver of the world. Whether or not these flattering remarks were true, the new president was surely a man abundant in practical ideas “T haven't been here long enough to get my bearings,” said he, “and though I am glad to pass on whatever June 19,1920 knowledge and experience I possess that will prove helpful to others, I want to stay out of the limelight just now and do more acting than talking.” In respect for his wishes, therefore, I will briefly set down my remembrance of this successful executive’s views with- out divulging his name. The right use of time is the price of success. Time econ- omizing is more important than money economizing. A person may borrow thousands of dollars, but he can’t beg or steal a minute of time. No man will ever find time for anything; if he wants it he must take it. Wasted time not only means wasted energy and vitality, but it means evil companions and bad habits. There is no fixed rule by which we can measure the value of any space of time. A stray five minutes may contain the event of a lifetime. We may regain our health by the practice of temperance, and a lost fortune may be recovered by the exercise of energy, but hours that have slipped by unutilized are gone forever. In America talking is more than a weakness—it is a national disease. We spend as much time crowing over something we have done well as was consumed in doing the thing. On the other hand, when we fail we devote valuable hours to nursing our wounds and coddling our pride, when we might be doing something effective to remedy our fail- ure. System is the greatest of all savers of time, and the best way to systematize our working day is to take an inventory of it. In this way we can find out where every minute of each hour has gone, and this knowledge will enable us to identify and eliminate all wasted and profit- If every man would keep a careful account of his time for one week he would make discoveries that might be of immeasurable value in the later shaping of his career. Most business executives devote entirely too mucl time to answering letters. The paragraph system has proved to be a real timesaver in the handling of corre- spondence. Every man is human and is subject to varying moods. It is therefore impossible for anyone to write letters that are equally good every day in the week. When annoyances are frequent our usual equilibrium is somewhat disturbed, and the letters we dictate at such a time are sure to reflect to a certain extent the humor we are in. Such periods of disturbed emotions are less hurtful to our business if we can prevent their reflection in our daily work. With this thought in mind, many successful executives have compiled a paragraph book that covers most of the cases arisingin any day’s correspondence. In the construc- tion of such a book a good plan is to have an made of all the letters that are answered during a period At the end of such time all these carbon copies are classified under certain general headings, and then the letters are cut up into paragraphs and placed less actions. extra carbon of two or three weeks. in separate piles. The best paragraphs, and those which will most commonly apply, are then picked out and re- vised in the most careful manner. graphs are then pasted into a scrapbook that is « ; indexed. Paragraphs intended to start letters are placed on Page One, while closing paragraphs are pasted on the These selected para- arefulls last page of the book. In between are other pages of paragraphs that will answer practically every question that may be asked by a correspondent. In this system the executive answers all letters by stat- ing the number of the page and the number of the para- graph on the page. In this timesaving plan all letters that are to be answered are numbered. The dictator handles each letter as follows: “‘Letter Number 9. Start with Paragraph 3, Page 1; next, 2, Page 5; then, 6, Page 9; and close with 5, Page 14." The numbered lette?s that have been answered are given to the typist, who gets the proper address from the letter itself. After a month or two of working with this paragraph sys- tem an executive will become so well acquainted with the numbers of the paragraphs that are most commonly used that he will find it unnecessary in many instances to refer to his book, and this familiarity with the system will greatly facilitate the handling of each day’s correspond- ence. An additional virtue of the plan is that all answers to. letters will be of uniform excellence. None of the letters will reflect an ugly mood that the dictator may happen to be in. A writer once said: ‘‘ When opportunity knocks, the man who has taught himself system in business has his hand on the door knob.” The desk of any company official is one fairly accurate indicator of the man’s efficiency. Very little or nothing should be in the compartments of a desk that is not an everyday working tool. Many office men make the mis- take of permitting,their desks to be filled with subject matter that is only referred to every month or so and that hides data which must be consulted perhaps once or twice each day. So far as personal efficiency is concerned, there is little hope for those people who cling to the habit of accumulating data which are to be gone over and cleaned up to-morrow or next week. A small pile of unfinished matter soon becomes a large pile, and one large pile rapidly becomes the parent of a number of children. Concluded on Page 170

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST | [eleleTeTata BU) HE supreme, the ultimate apex and pinnacle of musical expr: sion is yours for your own pleasure when you own a Pathe Phonograph. In Grand Opera, for instance a repertoire from 100 operas: and the greatest artists of Europe and America. And opera is but one of the great sections of music wherein the Pathe Phonograph and Pathé Records are supreme. PIG VA) OAS CO. COSTS NO MORE THAN THE PATHE FRERES PHO NOGRAPH ites 7 ' + re is | EUGENE-A-W . Preside ORDINARY PHONOGRAPH a ( E-A-WIDMANN President LONDON, ENGLAND TORONTO, CANADA SSA Snttaiunade” aM ae ,

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10 THE “TOWN By ROBERT QUILILIEN FRATING heads the list of essential industries SMALL Home Folks d to write of commor " } and obviously folks middle- e napkins and a butter company but not at other times, and gin the kitchen? Is it? Well, then: confessedly middle-class are study of America is the middle class— ideals. What, that fill the mind of nearly all of who insult oOo are ambition and and problem includes t int The Mexicar There is at the ituation of far greater signifi- Dad ha uurteen year rhe superin- tendent of his ome sort of lung trouble ind is away on vac dad’s desk clot cance tet departmer a 1 the president has stopped at If the move out to the suburbs for s¢ al short tall superintendent n't come bach miy car d buy Should Japar viy \ ! ng and things. Perhaps. Should the that Sarah has decided ng the family. That in each week and has the He is a bit j a house ar ) fumily give up Sarah? lay be the question without cor Jones boy is with her several evenings easy poise of one who finds himself welcome, ild and brags too much for one who e great deeds are yet in the oral Responsibility him, but the family doesn't beli« Sarah might have might make a mar of ve in gambling. There are The Hawkins boy is steady and clean and has more brains than his halting He would please the family better, Girls are queer that wa ’ It would be pleasant mandatory control of the boy across the street He has the face of a cherub and the general instincts of a hyena. Little Willie hypnotized by him, and it i ilmost impossible to control the child since he began play worse tae ther young fellow peech would indicate but Sarah isn’t interested in him Should we accept mandatoris to have seem ng over there. Scolding merely makes matters One can't be forever punishing a child, and it doesn’t pay to fall out with the neighbor One could move, but mov ing Is expensive ar I the men seem to delight in seratchir 4 the furniture Will the indemnity be paid? Who knows? It is very difficult to raise the money for everything. The girls have been invited for a week-end and are demanding silk night gowns. They are entitled to the foolish prides and pleas ures other girls enjoy, but the family must decide betwee s for the girl j everyday suil is getting and new casings for the rear wheels sand mother ilk nightie Dad's has three teeth hiny in place that need filling, though she protests that they give her no trouble except when she eats sweet things, and with sugar so high it is probably a blessing anyway. Mother is like that ‘ policies must be kept up and there must be a little saved for an emergency, but One can do without a surprising he insurances nothing else matter number of th Who should be ele That Mrs. Bre the family lived on when mec ir t? Well, some practical *who chummed with mother when Hlellams Street was elected to the Crystal ¢ Her husband made a great deal of money during the war and they moved to a more fash- able t of tow Mother met her on the street turted to peak, but he looked straight to hotice. Mother was deeply » family expressed its opinion of the Browne s that were a little bit rude. Frank—he’s the aid he would make a million dollars some wh a few things that would make withenvy. Poverty wouldn’t be such ted pre iden wre man lub last week. esterday ithead and p nded not f this t yreer ody was poor. , the future of India and Egypt, , the railroads—these afford inter- Discussing them keeps the cl il- The Mule < mule is almost a gentleman. He can boast that his father was a gentleman of leisure, and never under any ! ass of himself. He has though one gentleman without this equipment, and his natural inclination and desire is to loaf. ple nacquar ted think the clipped nane and shaven tail natural equipment, but these are In a world full of natural hazards one man should elect to circumstance can he make an brait may be a with mules of ervit ide, understand why any sane *s tail, but it is done, a high tenor voice with an effective fal- ted. When he lifts his voice Inging No much to laugh about cannot shave a mule The mule has setto, but his rep rtoire lin does not kr ! Is sit suubt an intelligent mule could find L of me ow whether he or laughing. a worid ful The mule is not an accomplished linguist. He seems able to grasp the meaning of fundamental profanity in any language, but polite speech leaves him unmoved. Professional handlers of mules aver that truly picturesque and vitriolic profanity has been known to move a mule to tears of ecstasy. This seems an exaggeration, but it is a matter of common knowledge that any mule does his best when encouraged by a few high-powered expletives, A mule has a good time while he is a colt, but his latter end is bitter, Bitter also is the experience of those who monkey with a mule’s latter end, for that is where his heavy artillery is mounted, He is not effective at long range, but those who engage him at close quarters are gathered to their fathers. When the clears for action he bares his teeth and exposes the whites of his eyes, This is technically known as a feint, The unwary, expecting mischief from the weapons flourished, takes no thought of the guns mounted aft. Mensay the mule isstubborn, but thisis libel. He has con- victions concerning this new doctrine of self-determination and occasionally makes futile effort to express an opinion of those who would gee or haw without the consent of the governed, but this is not stubbornness. It is democracy. Before we abolished war and greed and human nature and such things, papers of state at times referred to stub- born and rebellious peoples who objected to a boss, In this bright new era even a mule may have rights. If we cannot grant him full liberty we can at least call him a mandatory instead of a mule and let him understand that we are plowing him for his own good, without ulterior mule Paying Debts NE cannot classify the inhabitants of the earth as good O people and bad people, for the good are seldom as good as they think and the bad seldom as bad as they seem, Moreover, proportions of good and bad are frequently so nearly balanced in an individual that he cannot be classi- fied except as a neutral. One who gets his living by dealing with the public has need of a rule by which to measure his acquaintances. If this pleasant fellow is not worthy of trust one should know it. If this other who does not speak in his own behalf is nevertheless worthy of all confidence it is well to cultivate him. The ability to judge men quickly and fairly makes for success in business, The man who pays cash may be an honest man, or he may be a rascal. In either case the seller need give the matter no anxious thought. The man to be judged is the one who asks for credit. If his record is available and flawless one may assume that he has made honesty a habit. If his record is not available it becomes necessary to learn something of his private life. His physical habits? Per haps. Yet some knaves have no acquaintance with vice and some honest men stoop to folly. His tastes, ambitions, friendships? None ofthese. One must know his standard of honor in matters of money. The rule is not infallible, but one is safe in assuming that the man who pays his personal debts is honest and that the man who does not pay his personal debts is a rascal. Misfortunes happen to us all, but the man who makes a debt knows whether there is reasonable hope of discharging it. If there is not reasonable hope he is but one degree removed from the common thief. Thrift is something more than an exercise of common sense. It isa standard of honor as well. Compare a man's expenditures with his earnings and you will know what manner of man he is. He may spend all that he makes and be nothing more reprehensible than a fool; but if he spends all that he makes and habitually mortgages his future to gratify a present desire he mortgages his honor as well. Rather he confesses his lack of honor—his will take without giving value received—his affinity with the rogue, Persons who live beyond their incomes are but refined brigands. They parade in finery that belongs to a mer- chant, feed their guests on stolen victuals, cut a wide swath with a purloined blade. The very fact that they can enjoy a transient glory so dearly bought proves them constitutionally incapable of appreciating or practicing common honesty. It is a hard saying, but if he spends more than he earns only a kindly circumstance directs his steps away from the path trod by thieves since the invention of jails. The thrifty cashier will greet you at his window to- morrow. The one who quits town between two suns is the one whose salary did not measure up to his social ambitions. By their spending you shall know them. neness to SATURDAY EVENING POST June 19,1920 STUFF Eating It also heads the list of human follies from which physicians, nerve specialists, sanitariums and venders of patent medicines derive their living. Lean people eat more than fat people. They do not eat more because they need more, but because they have more cargo space. Humans are very like other animals and eat until they are full. The fat man is tenanted by himself. There is as much fat inside as there is outside and he has little storage room for victuals. A little child is merely an animated stomach. Con- suming food is its one absorbing interest in life. When it is empty it is miserable. When it is stuffed it is happy and sleepy. The man whose heart and pocketbook are not touched by the sight of hungry children is headed for the place where Dante saw the wolf, Growing girls and boys eat more than adults. Boys are entirely frank about it and eat whenever, wherever and whatever they may. A girl of the sour-pickle age will con- sume more victuals than a harvest hand, but is ashamed of her appetite. If there is company at dinner she will toy with her food—the word “toy” is her expression—and consume about enough to tempt the appetite of a sick canary. But after the guests have departed she will steal back to the kitchen and eat everything that isn’t under lock and ke y- People who have nothing to do but try to think of some- thing to do know nothing of the joy of eating and must tempt their appetites with dainty dishes that have French names and too much seasoning. People who work, and especially those who work out-of-doors, have appetites that need no urging. They are more particular about quantity than quality. Many badly spoiled young Amer- icans learned the worth of plain chow while sojourning in France, and beef and beans made them regular fellows. One should eat when he is hungry and fast when he is not. Digestive organs know their business. When they need raw material they will let the fact be known. Perhaps they worked in extra shifts to handle a poor selection of junk sent in yesterday and are taking a day off to rest up. Putting another ton on the wagon won't ease the strain on tired horses, People who eat more than is necessary suffer more than is necessary and die earlier than is necessary. It may be that a just fate takes them away when they have con- sumed their fair share. Our guess is that there are 110,000,000 people in this country, including Americans, The reds wouldn't mind being deported if there was any other country where they could get a good living by stir- ring up trouble, Of course you understand that the one essential quali- fication for the presidency is the ability to get votes. When a man is needed for the job higher up he isn’t selected from the group that has spent most of its energy talking about its rights. Certainly we are civilized. Who but civilized people would pay school-teachers less than hod-carriers? A vivid imagination is one that can picture a group of professional statesmen handling the job at Washington for a dollar a year. Desire to punish Germany is tempered by the fact that a cow won't give milk unless you feed her. Ireland might take more kindly to home rule if there was some way to express it without using that word rule. The radical will never love this Government until it pledges him protection in his efforts to overthrow it. That departing anarchist who cried “‘To hell with America” clearly stated the hope and purpose of his kind. No doubt the German officers who are to be tried at Paris and Lille will get a fair conviction. The value of the German mark hasn’t fallen any lower than the value of the German trade-mark. This plan to fix the indemnity to fit Germany’s visible resources 1s the one our grocer uses, And now the nations are as anxious to get Heinie’s trade as they once were to get his goat. Even a budget system won’t budge the army of useless clerks. Everybody believes that children should be raised with- out whipping except those who have tried to raise children. If there was only one sex in the world highbrows would do less talking at sut the larger life. We could forgive statesmen anything else if they didn’t show such scornful contempt for common sense. Still a king has about as much divine right as a labor union. We can’t understand why compulsory military service is democratic if compulsory service in the arts of peace is an invasion of sacred constitutional rights.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ee There is no mistaking the high place the Liberty occupies in the minds of the great body of automobile owners. In all of the excitement and con- fusion of over-demand it still stands out sharp and distinct as one car whose quality is beyond question. Liberty Motor Car Company, Detroit BERTY §$

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Ino than burg vod points. Ar ed these more Parker r other practi ill Ohio point hat tr oO ii think of the change back to id cond ns — of ‘ f i b scruff of t kK and ner t ; ( > compara linal probability y enthusiast r the cor our railroading Che Pe tion 1 polite but firm and thir ritirely cor tent. Iti the one h ghly competitive : other barely so the ground é t New York terminal is ow being 1 t capac ind that tl oom i them. [t operat » trains a day an out of the terminal und Rail of whic the sole 275 trains; and ( ork, New Haven and Hartford f which muct na moment it cannot longer find room for ourteen trains daily of the Baltimore and O} twelve of the Lehigh Valley At least so it aver It i not a question of rental price that is in- volved. The man from Parkersburg and his friend from Cumberland must give way to the commuter from Whites Rah- way or Jamaica Yet the Pennsylvania folks might well afford to stress the point of room within the and quite frankly and say that the retention of a road » peculiarly « the Baltimore and Ohio within its chief station in its chief city is bad competitive railroading Such frankne would not hurt the situation. It is conceivable that it might tend to improve it greatly, On the ot ousting the . a nh road upon road, wher, more ior the cease to tation come out ompetitive a continent there slightly diffe of the acts of Administration in ced policy of cul- was the elim- her rim of the tuation, though ent in its details. Another Mr. McAdoo’'s Railroad keeping with his annour off all superfluou ination of two fairly famed and very picturesqi di trains of the Santa Fé ind Los Angele and The Angel The Santa Fé's between these two chief cities of about 110 miles longer than outhern Pac Yeti e old days it had a sporty policy in them these iS a Similar ting ervice rare between San Francise The pathway California 1 that of the competitive saint maintaining between twe handsome atu ly though they had an equipped train oderate patronage, The Cummins Idea Southern the ap- i two itself ween ace basis When wartime policy made the with its more direct lines, between ( Pacific, proved pathway aintly citie the Santa F¢ practically without throug! them. Now, « it is de two through night train But in order to make t rains efficient it like to route them over Southern to Moja ugh to Southern ilifornia’ found ervice bet oming back to rou of re« Lye tablishing its g them, would Pacitic whence its Golden a Pacifie is ne ildly anxious to consum- mate irrat rom the com petitive point of view its attitude is quite as logical’ and cor tent as thi of the Pennsylvat r New York termin tracks from own the Gate, such an gement passenger here n the ernmet ecms of real doubt mind [ be ailroaders and gov- ioment as to the lroad legislation as amended otlice? exact poli y laid ( t , ea uc ummu till particul y in ti ally isch-¢ to th tion be regard much mo qu on of competi Lween tf ine dual ne or their gradual col ried: } ith he pos ble n » lawyer interpret but I verage ; pretty 1 ight at ti moment as to what wishes the railroads tha him to become. Hemay be y be wrong, it unless [ interpret hin y wrongly ndeed he to-day the competitive lea between them. Cummins idea of grouping our mat any sey roads » from twenty thirty great sys- has been predicate d upon these npetitive systen is Opposed to the arate hive be ing tems THE SATURDAY EVENING POST OUR RAILROADS START BACK (Continued from Page 29) regional idea of a slightly lesser number of territorial and noncompetitive systems. Therefore, I repeat, the Pennsylvania may be consistently justified in barring the Baltimore and Ohio from its prize station, the Southern Pacific from saying that the Santa Fé may not use its direct tracks be- tween Los Angeles and Mojave, the North Western in opening fts exclusive ticket office in the Loop district of Chicago. If we are going to have competition let us have he genuine article, To the average man, larly one whose business carries him far afield across the country—the railroad question is not so intimately academic as foregoing paragraphs would seem to indicate. The question that concerns him ; generally a fairly selfish one; how our railroads are going to carry his fhm and himself. For the present we are consider- ing the last phase of it. Our average man private operation and com- somehow he has conceived the impression that the two are firmly and ir- revocably connected— are going to give him once again the train service that he enjoyed five or ten years ago, and is going to make quite a fuss if he does not get it. however—particu- feels that pe tition The Hell Gate Route I think that this gentleman is doomed to a considerable disappointment. A great many of the trains that were annulled as a war measure—by the Railroad Adminis- tration and the War Board of the railroads which immediately preceded it—will un- doubtedly come back. A good many others never will. These last are for the most part those which ran on branch lines and— please note this last —in noncompetitive territory. Small branches which formerly enjoyed three or four or five trains in each direction each day are now getting along with two or three, and in all probability will continue to do so, Times have changed. It costs a good deal more to run the simplest sort of train to-day than it cost yesterday. And the automobile in the rural districts is a factor in this sit- uation hardly to be ignored. Comparatively few trains were added to the passenger schedules when the roads came back to private control. The Central Railroad of New Jersey and Philadelphia and Reading New York-Philadelphia serv- ice, which had been greatly denuded of its passenger trains as a War measure, restored three of these in each direction; yet remem- bering folks easily recalled that its reés- tablished service of a train between the two big cities every two hours is not quite the every-hour-on-the-hour traffic that once distinguished this particular route. Nor do these fast expresses any longer traverse the ninety miles that lie between their terminals hour and fifty minutes— including minutes allowed for the ferry con- nection at the New York end of the run. That particular schedule, accomplished day after day with hardly a minute’s variation, represented the very apotheosis of Amer- ervice, To bring it back American railroads must their golden age. And seems very far away In one twelve ican passenger means that our once again enter that, for the moment, indeed, In a similar fashion the Pennsylvania Railroad has added not so much for its own Philadelphia-New York service as from the Pittsburgh region up into New England. Here it shows a genuine competitive front again. For many years the Pittsburgh- Boston traffic has been a practically ex- ive field for the Wanderbilts— by way burgh and Lake Erie, the New and+the Boston and Albany They have held it for them- once ‘ i of the Pitt York C Railroads, mM Ives But the completion of the great Hell Gate Bridge across the East River in the city of New York four or five years ago has wrought a larger change in the New Eng- land traffic situation and future than might easily have been anticipated. For years the Vanderbilts—the New York Central system — have all but held New England in a firm traffic grasp. Not only have they owned and controlled the Grand Central terminal, which until very recently was the sole New York City passenger gateway of New England's chief railroad, the New York, New Haven and Hartford, but they have held under long leasehold its next most important railroad, the Boston and entral Albany, as well as practically all the path- ways out from the three New England gate- ways at Albany, at Troy and at St. Albans. When, some twenty or more years ago, the Pennsylvania and the New Haven, in response to a pretty well formulated public demand, sought to establish a through-train service between Boston and Philadelphia, Baltimore and Washington, it was forced to ferry the trains on huge car floats from the New Haven’s freight terminals in the Bronx down the East River, round the very tip of Manhattan and across the Hudson River to the Pennsylvania’s old terminal in Jersey City—a very tedious and expensive procedure. In fact, so difficult was this process that eight or nine years ago it was abandoned and the Federal Express was routed from New Haven up and over the Poughkeepsie Bridge and thence by a devious single-tracked line back to the main line of the Pennsylvania at Trenton. So devious was this route that it was usable for only the night train. The day train, the Colonial Express, also a great public con- venience— was abandoned for a time. The Hell Gate Bridge has changed all this. It immediately became the short and direct all-rail passenger route between New England, Pennsylvania and the South. As soon as it was completed it took to itself the Federal, the Colonial—completely restored and shortened in its running schedule—as well as a through train operated in summer from Baltimore and Washington and Phila- delphia down to the State of Maine points. Now, with peacetime conditions reéstab- lished in our railroading, the Pennsylvania seemingly shows its hand more distinctly in regard to the New Haven property. It establishes fast through trains between Boston and Pittsburgh by the Hell Gate route in direct defiance of and in compe- tition with the Vanderbilt lines, And furthermore it places in service direct new night trains for exclusive Philadelphia and Boston business as well as semiexpresses for the local trade between Philadelphia and New Haven. The inference of all this is quite clear to anyone who has made any study whatso- ever of the strategy of our great railroads. The very slight Vanderbilt influence in the New Haven property is waning, the strong Pennsylvania influence growing stronger still. The pressure upon the Pennsylvania Station in the city of New York is, in my opinion, apt to grow more rapidly from the east—from the direction of New England— than from the west. That is where the room is to be needed. And the ideas of Mr. John E. Oldham, of Boston, and some other gentlemen who have made bold actually to allocate upon paper the twenty-odd com- petitive systems that Senator Cummins, “4 lowa, has so persistently held in his head start with giving the New York, Ne Ww Haven and Hartford over to the Pennsyl- vania Railroad. Which does net seem so very far from common sense. Traffic to New England As yet the New York Central has an- nounced no reprisals for these assaults upon its New England strongholds. It would like if it could to establish a New York- Soston service of its own and is in a fair strategic position to do that very thing by striking a diagonal line off across from the old-time Harlem River Road, which runs north from New York close to the east boundary of the Empire State, over to its Boston and Albany somewhere in the Berk- shire Hills. Such a line would be neither easy nor inexpensive to build. The country which it would traverse is rough and rugged in the extreme. Nor could it be built in a very direct way. It would have to avoid Connecticut completely. Years ago the statutes of that state were drawn so that no competing railroad could be built across it. But even with a fairly indirect line of its own from New York to Boston, the New York Central, if unable to compete with the fast day trains of the New Haven be- tween those two cities, could maintain a very comfortable competitive night serv- ice, to say nothing of the fighting chance for express and freight of every sort. It would be strategy well worth its while, and with the consolidation plan of competition really coming into effect and Boston and Maine and Maine Central falling to the Vanderbilt lot—as predicted by the astute June 19,1920 Mr. Oldham—it would form a very valu- able main stem into northern and eastern New England. The Western territory has seen far fewer restorations of trains even than the Eastern. It is probable that the comirig of heavy summer travel from Chicago out to Colo- rado will force the replacement of such crack trains as the Burlington’s One and Six, as well as one or two of the much- missed flyers on the Rock Island and the Milwaukee out to Denver and to Colorado Springs. Minor service replacements have already been made—observation sleepers replaced between Chicago and Omaha and Kansas City and the Twin Cities and the all-compartment sleepers reinserted in the fast night trains between these last two points and Chicago, while the Wabash, with a good deal of enthusiasm, announced the complete replacement of its prewar express service between Chicago and St. Louis. The Santa Fé felt the brunt of the vast overload of passenger traffic that came to all our American roads in the last year of the war as well as in the fourteen or sixteen months of peace that followed the signing of the armistice. It was chosen by the Railroad Administration as the approved route down into the Southwest. In conse- quence its trains were particularly over- crowded—the slower ones moving down from Chicago fourteen, fifteen or even sixteen cars, and pic king up two diners at Marceline + the breakfast into Kansas City. West of that point most of these trains are aoa for at the Harvey eating houses. Now Fred H: arvey built his re- freshment stations at the Santa Fé depots down into the Southwest for the normal demands of travel, not for the abnormal; which meant that a sixteen-car train stop- ping in front of them had to be fed in two shifts Old Schedules Disarranged The Santa Fé’s long-established crack train, the California Limited, has never stopped at Harvey eating houses. It carries diners all the way from Chicago to Los Angeles; and in other days up to San Francisco as well. And, because we have 5000 new millionaires as a result of our war- time experience—and heaven only knows how many who have put aside a mere quarter of a million or so—the traveler of to-day wants to ride the crack trains wants a drawing-room or a compartment as well; not only wants them but demands them; not only demands them but get them; for such is the very inherent nature of the American traveler to-day. In accordance with the demands of the McAdoo administration for wartime sim- plicity the running time of the Santa Fé’s crack train as well as that of its competitors was slowed from sixty-eight hours to seventy-two between Celene and Los Angeles, and the San Francisco service lopped off complete ly. In former years its schedule had been —_ ted to a nicety. Together with its hief competitors, the Rock Island’s Golden State Limited and the Union Pacifie’s ,os Angeles Limited, it left Chicago each evening after easy connection with the previous evening’s trains out of New York, and pulled into Los Angeles on the third day at 2:30 P.M., or in full time to make the three-o’clock afternoon connections to Santa Barbara and San Diego, getting tourists into each of these perennially pop- ular resorts in full time to worm into their boiled shirts for dinner. New schedules completely upset this com- fortable arrangement. What business did folks have with boiled shirts in war days anyway? The California Limited was set back and set forward. It now left Chicago at 7:35 o'clock each eve ning and did not get into Los Angel les until 5:30 o’clock in the afternoon; which meant if one was lucky he got to sen Diego or Santa Barbara by midnight, or just in time to have the urbane hotel clerk announce that the last available room had been sold thirty minutes before. But it was on the Chicago end of the revised schedule that the greatest part of the trouble rose. Last winter, as you may or may not care to recall, was a regular one Even the biggest and the best of the East- ern roads reaching into Chicago had fearful (Continued on Page 44)

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Continued from Page 42 me maintaining their schedules, or any thing like then with poor coal, worn-out locomotives and a lowered morale on the nen who were moving the trains. ut six o’clock of a January or a Febru- iry evening the passenger traffic manager f the Santa Fé—he a bundle of human energy andi! name W.J Black, though ilmost every one calls him “Jerry ’’—would an agonized request from one of the California or fifteen minute for cor nect- astern road to hol the ituation. A od portion of these connecting passengers from. the East held compartments or drawing-rooms reserved long in advance hey were the sort of folks who demand this particular type of Pullman accommo- ation They were good friends of the Black quickly surveyed the i i Fe Competitive davs were just ihead. Black did not hesitate. He would ill up his road’s terminal, down at Dear- born Street, and order the train's leaving delayed until the old hour of eight At about 7:55 o'clock, central standard time, the telephone in the Black family homestead on the outskirts of Chicago would begin ringing violently. An Eastern road again. The Wolverine or the Man- hattan was not doing so well as might have been expected in crossing the dunes of Indiana. Would Jerry hold the limited another thirty Would Jerry? A man does not get to be the boss traffic artist of a road like the Santa Fé without having ome obliging characterist He would, and he did—with the net result that the California Limited would go ambling late out of the Dearborn Street Station, but with a lot of satisfied folks aboard Nor was this so easy as it might seem. The California Limited is no slouch of a train in size or In appearance Ofttimes in winter months she runs in three sections, each of seven or eight heavy Pullmar Even through the period of war adminis- tration these extra sections were the rule rather than the exception Now Dearborn Station in the city of Chicago is not a particularly large termi- nal. Yet it has heavy demands upon it without the Santa Fé setting out to run its limited in sections. So it was that on those distressing winter evenings Mr. Black would get telephone messages from a dif ferent quarter: the Monon and the Grand Trunk and the Erie and the Wabash would begin calling him up and asking when the Santa Fé was going to get its durned old flossy limiteds out ef the crowded train shed They could not get their own little night roadsters into it After all, the troubles of delayed passengers on the Pennsylvania or the New York Central meant nothing at all to the bosses of the Erie or the Wabash. minutes? Back to the Golden Age All that is over now— one is tempted to add, reverently of course: ““Thank God.” The California Limited will be back at her eight-o'clock schedule out of Chicago and getting into Los Angeles for those beloved midafternoon connections by the time next winter's tourist gets ready to hie himself to Santa Barbara and down to San Die Ko So, too, will its twin train of the Rock Island the well-famed Golden State Only the Golden State has gained a great advantage of its competitor on the San Diego business by the completion of the San Diego and Arizona Railroad — the only important piece of brand-new railroad construction at- tempted in the United States during the past three or four years,shortening the route nto that ambitious town from the East I more than 100 miles. A good portion of th new line lies outh of the inter itional boundary in old Mexico, and at one point in our benighted neighbor where engines are changed there is a flourishing barroom acro from the railroad depot s San Diego ion a traffic advantage over its com- Which gives the Golden State’ connect petitors which is hardly to be scorned Other trains, too, are coming back; not merely back to their old schedules but in many cases fast long-distance flyers— short distance ones too, that seemingly died completely under the quick chloroforming of the governmental anesthetic experts are being broug back to life; but not quickly. The process is a slow one indeed. There is a shortage-—of men, of locomo- tive . of cary “Give me the P ullman equipment and I will give you the trains,” a big traffic man in Chir ego told me just the other day. “The people are not going to stand forever for the wartime conditions of overcrowding in passenger traffic.” Which led me quite logically into the near-by offices of the Pullman Company. The officers of that very systematic and usually very unemotional institution were in a state of near panic. To the standard or chronic state of sleeping-car and parlor- car shortage, always intensely aggravated toward the end of June by the perfectly healthy and natural desire of a highly prosperous people to enjoy long summer vacations, had been added a tremendous traffic overload caused by three prospective conventions to be held in the last week of that month and the first one of July—the Shriners at Portland, Oregon; the Elks at Chieago; and the great quadrennial love fest of the Democrats, planned this year for San Francisco. Personally I have my own thoughts as to conventions. Most folks who make a regular business of travel also possess them— not always of the most com- plimentary sort. It is hard to pull into Detroit or Kansas City late of a winter’s evening and find that the Michigan State Master Plumbers Association orthe Western Missouri Educators have arrived there in force some hours before and preémpted the none-too-generous hotel accommodations. Still, that conventions are a real necessity in our national life of to-day I would be the last todeny. And that the big political assemblages wherein our history is made are very real factors in it is a most patent fact. “Cars?” said one of the Pullman men to whom I gained access. ‘‘ Do you think that sleeping cars are made out of thin air or out of pasteboard?”’ The Pullman Car Shortage I denied such trivial or even flippant thinking. I told him that I realized that for two or three years past there had been no Pullman construction whatsoever; that the troop movements had been a vast tax upon the existing equipment. Ninety per cent of our boys in khaki who rode over twenty- four hours in continuous troop movements rode in Pullman sleepers—either tourist or standard—which was a decidedly different condition from that which prevailed over- seas. For verification ask any doughboy who was over there. The Pullman Company, with a sagacity born of long experience in troop movement, carefully denuded its cars of all their sur- plus luxuries, mirrors, curtains and the like, but found nevertheless that practically all its great fleet of 7700 cars which were allotted for army transport had to be shopped before they could go into regular passenger service once again. Which only has added to its perplexing problem of car shortage. Normally it would have built 350 to 500 ears in each of the past two years; so with the extra fleet of troop-movement cars now tied up in its repair shops it may be safely assumed that it is at least 1000 cars short of the number required for its minimum services; including of course the special movements and conventions that have long since come to be part and parcel of our na- tional life To try to overcome this shortage it has contracted for a 1920 output of 600 new sleeping cars—at practically double the pre war costs Nor would it be able to turn out these big steel cars at $35,000 each if it were not for the fact that it had much of its con- struction material bought and held from prewar days. To buy that material to-day would add at least $15,000 to the cost of each of these 600 new cars The schedule for their completion called for delivery at the rate of one a day through March and two a day thereafter. Yet the Pullman folks are by no means exempted from the troubles confronting other manu facturers of every sort these days. Which meant that when I saw their shops in mid- April, hardly twenty of these new cars had been completed. Yet the specter of the triple convention was barely two months distant. For it the Shriners had already ordered 487 sleepers—the most of them for thirty-day labsonien jaunts through- out the entire West—and would have or- dered more if the lid had not been forced down suddenly. And the expectations were that the Democratic convention alone would require 350 to 500 cars. The railroad folks turned quickly to the Portland folks with requests that the convention there be deferred—but without success up to the time of the writing of these paragraphs. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST These facts also are being set down, without a particle of prejudice, in order that the very great problem that confronts the operating railroader to-day may be understood in part at least by his passenger patrons. The passenger-operating man of our railroads to-day—East or West—is working against tremendous shortages not merely of Pullmans but of baggage and passenger coaches, practically none of which have been turned out either in the war months or in those that have followed Armistice Day, while the orders to-day for new equipment of this sort, even by roads which ordinarily are regarded as more pros- perous than their fellows, are both few and slim; not only of locomotives—there is a notion still prevalent among old-fashioned railroaders that locomotives still are essen- tial to the movement of trains—but of morale. The coming of Federal control, the governmental attempt to consolidate all our varied railroad systems and interests into a single so-called national railroad over- night, the added power and authority given to the railroad employees and their organi- zations did nothing whatsoever to add to this last extremely valuable transportation quality. On the contrary the extension of the union-station idea, with its almost in- variable accompaniments of indifference and inattention to the city ticket offices, only added to the general lessening of the old-time morale, and added to the problem of the railroad operator endeavoring with all his energy and ability to restore the old- time competitive system which our Govern- ment has now decided is the real panacea after all for its transportation ills. This lowered morale has run—consist- ently if you please—through almost every phase of passenger operation; freight op- eration, too, as we shall see at another time. It is to be found to-day not only in traffic solicitation, in ticket selling, but in the real departments of actual operation. Take dining-car service as a single instance. I should not care to defend our dining-car operation as it existed in each and every corner and section of the land in the days before the war. In some instances it was very good. In others it was inconceivably bad. Much traveled and sophisticated folks who returned from Europe and with these last instances of American railroad cuisine firmly fixed in their minds used frequently to declare that they did these things much better over there. Since then I have ridden on European restaurant ears myself, and am perfectly willing to testify that even in the hard, hard days that immediately followed the closing of the war the French diners in particular furnished meals of the same taste and qual- ity that one found elsewhere throughout France. Yet even then | am unwilling to con- cede that even these were quite comparable with the best of our American dining-car meals in those lovely days before the war. The Road to the Stomach The trouble with the Railroad Adminis- tration seemed to be that in its passion for consolidation and for standardization it fixed the very worst of our prewar dining- car standards as its high marks of ultimate perfection. But even with this policy ap- parently fixed in its mind, it fluttered and changed. One day it hit upon the brilliant idea of standardized table d’héte meals. From one end of the country to the other, no matter what the climate, what the sea- son, what the market, the man riding from Portland, Oregon, up to Seattle should eat the same lunch— dish for dish—as his fel- low unfortunate bound from Portland, Maine, up to Bangor, or he who ventured to fare upon the cars between New Orleans and Mobile or between Duluth and St. Paul. Then it was that wise travelers de- veloped the lunch-box habit. Now I am not arguing against the table d’héte system in our dining cars. On the contrary I am perfectly willing to admit that I believe that our private railroad operators, generally speaking, have never recognized its full possibilities under cer- tain conditions. But if they had wished to damn the system utterly and finally they could have chosen no more glorious or effective road than that taken by the gov- ernmental railroad operators. Their table d’hdtes were badly chosen, badly cooked, badly served. No one at Washington ap- parently had the simple horse sense to sug- gest that a little variety in their content could have been introduced without ruining the possibilities of our country’s winning the war. But the menu cards were changed June 19,1920 once in fifteen days only—to the intense disgust of folks who had long journeys to make up and down or across the conti- nent. , ‘You had better get the yellow cornmeal again and the regular maple sirup and start your griddles going again, Ezra,” said the big boss of one of the Eastern trunk lines on the third day of last March to his dining- car superintendent. This particular rail- road president is rather touchy on this question of cornmeal. It so happened that one day four or five years ago he fell in with one of his boyhood cronies who had come East from Chicago to stir up things on the banks of the Hudson. “Treat you all right on our road?” said the railroad president to the man from Chicago. The crony was visibly embarrassed. Fi- nally he blurted out: “Sorry, old man, I came this time on the X. & Z.” The railroader is never embarrassed. He came back for the reason. It developed, slowly. The Chicagoan—he is a big banker out there by Lake Michigan—had chosen the X. & Z., with slower service and more roundabout, because he liked the corn- cakes. Others were traveling on the second- rater for the same reason. The road to the stomach is always a popular line. The big railroader in New York lost no time in taking his cue. Cornmeal—corn- meal cakes, please remember—became his He started in on the great corn- meal competition. It did not cease until government operation and standardization came along and choked it to death; with other exhibits of initiative and energy. obsession. Good Meals at Low Prices Trifles? Suppose they are? It is upon trifles such as these, multiplied and magni- fied, that the best of our railroad service in the old days was pretty firmly imbedded Did the railroad that winds its way through the Colorado mountains specialize in moun- tain trout upon its diners—and begin to advertise that fact to an expectant world? Behold, its competitor heralded a little better species of mountain trout—even though it came from Galveston or Corpus Christi and was properly camouflaged in its preparation—and advertised that accom plishment a bit more loudly. That was service, under competition. That was the sort of service that brought high reputation to our American railroads. That is why so many of them have taker the revival of their old-time dining-ca standards as one of their most serious ar d immediate operating problems. Not a few of our railroaders, big and little, realize that private operation is on trial for its life here to-day, possibly for the final time. It is a real crisis for them. Perhaps that is the reason why the average railroad dining car is about the cheapest place in the coun- try to eat to-day—-with the exception of the very cheap lunch rooms. The Milwaukee’s famous evening splurge on its Pioneer Limited from Chicago up to the Twin Cities—and again as of yore in personal charge of the ever-fascinating Dan Healy —is practically as elaborate a fea in other days, and remains priced at $ instead of the traditional dollar. I dined, myself, the other night on the Rock Island's Golden State, running from Chicago down into the Southwest. We had a thin soup, roast duck, three or four vegetables, a deli- cious salad, a dessert and coffee. The check for two came to $3.50; on the a-la-carte plan It was such a dinner as could not have been ordered in a first-class hotel, with the same qui ality of food and of service, for less than six or seven dollars. So I found it all the way across the land. Even the famous meals at the Harvey houses all the way throughout the Southwest have only riser to a dollar instead of their prewar price of seventy-five cents. There is no guaranty, of course, of the maintenance of these low prices. For the moment, while our railroads are in the throes of their reorganization, their ex- penditures are in a large measure protected by the government guaranty, which expires on the first of September next, at which time they will be supposed to have ad- justed their income to take full care of their outgo. Which, being translated, will quickly mean not only an increase in dining-car prices but in sleeping- car and parlor-car fares—the Pullman Company accomplished this particular step quite painlessly on May first last —but in railroad fares themselves. (Concluded on Page 46) is Aes ate Sc

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SATURDAY EVENING POST § 2 ~ will welcome detailed infor- mation about the LAFayrrrer, we print a summary from a review of this car written by an eminent technical critic and published in a leading auto- motive journal. ‘Believing the public | Tr) , , ; The obse rving eve redds ih the . _ . 1] | ’ r laane mechanism of thel. tF4IvertT! \ hollow cral kshaft of large ~ , | many evidences of theinfluenc. Mameter with Rive bearings Pa. z “ ) a be aring on each side of each of the marked engineering de ( ' , nol, td r t j crank, one factor which makes velopment during fhe past five ! “4 I Ici 6 i ssible extremely high spec ' - Si seen a Ves which .- years. CllE eNaM ple: WAICA reases life. are hy I 1 al: | = , 1" fe writ amshaft with y ‘ | . ae paces . , A very simple eight-cylind ee me for each valve. gine, notable for its clean dk _ ; f haf " | ¢ ubprication oOo amsnhnalt sign, unusual accessibility and ; : ae” 1 3 iS DY oil under pressure. reduction in number of parts. ¢ of allov steel | Valve tappets operate directly The gene ral use lho’ . yn cams without forgings instea 1 of the conve! malleable iron casting. ee: The achievement of lightness by the introduction of hollow alloy steel shafts to replace : solid shafts. The incorporation | ati uminum alloys. elimination of ; the ¢ exception of which operate The en losure { parts for protection against just and oil, this construction applying to the entire cycle of movements from the engine to on ‘ a t ye ; ey irect th — iriven fron e cranksha THe dignity of the La- Us « straight rods: not on a eee cae saliag sa FAYETTE in its physical aspect rod in th and the brilliancy of perform- ance, consequent upon the ex e entire I Power travels in a straight line to rear axle irculatior ko , p ; ‘ 1 msn & hail : ; cellence of its engineering, Lubrication has been greatly for q ness, whil ied and the number of heated intake ensu rope! have given it rank among the > reduced iporization tue finest motor cars of the world. A FAY

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THE SATURDAY apparently to attempt of the Pullman system », wherefore the demand on passenger experts for the the users of the service 1 is not unlikely to be met ities at Washington; there are harges also likely to of the standard time The a perpetual auditors and come flat a ha raise the present baggage pa eT yer k, rather more justly so supercharge. Just why irting 150 pounds of lug forward of the trair he same whe extra demand upon the railroad my mit end price as he has beer in the minds of a studied never other men who have han btine tailroad Administration considered a flat ten-cent terminal charge f a trunk or checked bag haul. The idea wa EVENING POST ing too complicated finally Sut it shows the for adoption at that time trend of the passenger-fare situation at this moment. The other day I rode on the new San Diego and Arizona through the wonder- ful Carriso Gorge from E] Centro down to San Diego, 148 miles. I rode on a ticket which me $5.40, with war tax, and which stated upon its face that it was not good for checking baggage. Had I wished that privilege that selfsame ticket would have cost me $6.48. It is hardly ger- mane that this lowered-rate ticket was installed to meet competition from a through stage line. The point is that itisa bully illustration of scientific rate making; the fare made to attract passenger traffic and yet recognizing face the differ- ence to be rendered Upon line ich as these the more imme- diate readjustments in our passenger fares The mileage-book system may or may not be retained. It is probable that the convenient universal mileage book into effect by the United Administration will be rejected as be cost expressly ipon its In service are apt to come was put Railroad which States The One Big Nationa N EVERYDAY life, before the average man ‘ of any kind he wants to ( ill about Usually he is read the paper tands what 1 paper ha indet at it will let him ith other signature uyreement a round rotest, a nomination as signed it ‘ d, decides whether know what the weight in the likely to ask Ther t or ‘ ign of what he and the wreed to do and what benefit trouble rers have rivt to inform him a wholesome fear of m if he signs the e signed the wrong heard unpleasant rate he ha 1 and of the thing irred to them in conse quen \ f e paper he t a ked to sign, th { to his fingers, the fact that the l going to bind him and that if h he cannot later get th the plea that he did not know paper—these are what away w what wa make him st ok and listen But the other hand, from him only about the subject, and in most cases offhand “Fine!” “‘No good!” don't know!” and let it go at In this case he has not been asked to thing and as far as he can see there Keep the paper away him, ask ly what he think he will say or “Oh, I that on his part. is con- is no call for positive action So, being busy with other things, he dea that all this person- concerns him. It like a pas a part of the land cape, e, | in | estimat price of beef tent to pass up the age in impor on, le ally history or of « Vital to hi the ti I t t itions, ceé t in hi tant yur teak, tainly not contra new ind not so enter- the lay’ about the pocke baseball seore mental attitude of r to-be with taining a This i out of ten citizens and « ne tizen regard to a per of the not tion odd depen individua to the their « ifety ar ture security an omfort economically, to their pre mind and to the than does any tence A pauper the great principles Government, affects directly the act try every day in the American when he qualifies and ta ereby binding ! dh other document in which, in setting forth of hi of ey n the cour ch, in effect, every i Ke separately the oath of cit tl himself to do certain things for the Govern ment and for himself and binding the Gov- to do certain things for him these things provided And just how mate- } of indi- to-be are ernment But just what are by the Constit rial to the welf vidual citizer they? Th League of America, a tion of citizens, now proposes to make to every man, woman and child in United State “sell” the C It plans to “‘sell stitution to appine zen Constitutional voluntary assoc the people by showing t! June 19,1920 abandoned. In the opinion of railroad ex- ecutives it is far too subject to abuse on the part of oversmart travelers. Some other form of script or mileage, more limited in territorial extent and safeguarded against these abuses, will probably succeed it. The idea itself will stand. The railroad traffic managers are not entirely blind to the possibilities of salesmanship in transporta- tion—in passenger transportation in par- ticular. Only they are feeling their way very carefully at just this present moment. Yet upon the freight rates must come the brunt of the greatly increased railroad charges that we are soon to undergo even the scientific and judicial Interstate Com- merce Commission will be forced to that But because a discussion of the es en- viewpoint. ity and variety of these increa incident and detail nece tails such a wealth of I shall leave that until another time. They are in themselves another story, and a story of consuming importance not merely to direct users of freight service but to its indirect which means every man, woman and child in the United States. users Contract that, beyond being a statement of great principles upon which our laws are based and our Government constructed, the Constitution is at once a contract and an insurance policy—a contract between all Americans in which they agree to stick by the common job, to play fair by one another and by the nation and, if they decide that they want to change the Constitution or their form of government, to do so only by exercise of the voting power which is sup- plied them; a mutual insurance policy which protects their lives, property and lib- erty, guaranteeing them a square deal in obtaining an education, earning a living, 1 them and how giving choosing who shall gove worship, and generally them a « ince to express their opinion these facts clear, the League will of the Constitution into every one of twenty million homes in America, explaining the document paragraph by paragraph, in the terms of everyday life and in foreign languages as well as in Eng- lish. It will do this c<hrough the agency of political parties and labor bodies, from the public, church and club platform, by lec- tures and debates and by coéperation with American Legion, fraternal associa- schools, and personal welfare and busine i country over. This is a movement for Americanization which has the right slant and which, funda- mental in its purpose and plan, is broad enough in its application to be worth while. If the League shall keep that movement free from suspicion of being worked in the interest of any political party, class or creed, or for the advance of any individual's am- bition, it will deserve and it will probably get all the public support it requires. they hall To make put a copy the tion 3 organizations the

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— —— he a —— HENEVER anything happens at Camp Eileen they first of all send for my chum Georgia Moreland, and if she didn’t do it—or if they can’t prove she did « were in swimming, the day after the 4th of July, ¢ was sure Georgie had something to do with it. Mother L—that’s what we call Mrs. Laird, > or anything, she knows we call her it And when the directress; whole bungalow got up at r table and asked our to report to her office after supper everybody knew what Wis UP. There are seven bungalows at Camp Eileen, two Senior, Junior; t Senior Bungalow. There are six of us in the only one that isn’t fifteen yet. ree Intermede and two Ole, is the Fir it, and I an Georgie, ixteen and a half. The other Senior Bunga- low gets better counts for deportment and neatness, but of » Better 'Ole have it all over them in every way! The other Seniors and the Intermedes were all hanging of the Main House cutting the class in dancing just to hear what happened to us and my ¢ hum, i course around the porct anaesthetic whethe rwe were going to be suspended or only pore hed ag You know they have to be a little strict or there wouldn't be any disei n or what. how a summer camp Is piine But they don’t dare be too strict because parents that spend four hundred dollars to send their daughter away for the summer send them away for a good time and sated like a reform school or something. So worst punishment they dare to hand free about handing out that. awful bluffs—-Mother L and the counsel- always keep saying at Camp Meeting hments and all that stuff, and then do, it’s “Eulalie Prince, you are ’ or “This afternoon during the west not to be tre porching is about the out. But they’re awfull; In a way they’re lors— because they how they hate puni the least thing you porched to-mort wimming, E porch!” And that means you have to stay main on ‘ there on your honor no matter what happens, and if the porch was to blow away they'd expect you to stay there just the same, I ippose, oO I'd like to see myself being such a dub. Our whole bungalow had been porched that whole day, only being allowed to come in for meals, because of having the night before. You might as well midnight feast at Camp But when you think how sad a midnight fea someone a nave a the fuss they make! your confiscated whole of July happened before trunk d Floppit to be the day gotten a lous box from and mayon- »and olives and stuffed crackers and marshmallow And Georgie rfectly mar from gotten a pe mu box of choce ate crus} Dear Ormond n't that a mply d name? AndI hadsomef left from the day we hiked to ivine lade aha, and I bought it ke pt Miss the camera moangat Cre orgie while mpson busy at tLWO WeCKS WE nave trun hi pect on, and yund andex aati « to see if you keep them neat and also what you've got in them. Andas Georgie place we can pu Mother h’L won’t find it at trunk inspec- tion.’’ Well of co knew without she explaining id,‘ There’ only one this stuff that irse we all it, just what she had in mind, and our counsellor was dow! on the of the from Ca- guas, so it really looked like the chance of a lifetime. th one lake w boys’ counsellor ILLUSTRATED then they begin quizzing the other thirty-nine girls. So when the counsellors’ bloomers got hidden while they very body and ours, The Better ‘ la ¥ e\ind Lal pp Grosvenor She Toid Them That if She Ever Saw Them Even Look at Any of Her Girls They Would be Fired fo Fast vu ul ! her Br THELMA CUDLIPP And we would have gotten away with it, too, only Floppit Rosenberg had to go to work and fall over my wardrobe trunk looking for a corkscrew in the dark, and Miriam Rees choked on an olive and we all got giggling and Winkie ~she was the Officer of the Day he heard u and reported us And Mother L came chasing over and gave us an awfu talk and porched us the whole next day And during swimming, while we were upposed | be porched, the counsellors’ bloomers happened to get stolet how yo round in Well, you know All the girls middies and bloomers, and if somebody hides your bloom camp is. ers while you're in the water you haven't got much to get the field and up to the bungalows in. It first time anybody thought of it, and it made a terrible lot of excitement in camp. “Well,” said Mother L, “ which girl or girls broke their patrol and hid the counsel across I’m waiting. I want to know lors’ bloomers, and also where they are hid.” Nobody answered Mother L tapped with her foot on the office floor. “This whole bungalow does without dessert until those bloomers are restored And for breaking your patrol you are porched again to-morrow— with a counsellor on guard I am heartily ashamed to think that my Senior Bungalow would “What think,”’ interrupted Georgie —she was the only one that had sense enough to even think of asking—“‘ what makes you think it was us?”’ “Tl know it was you Now, I do not like to punish the girls who are not responsible but who from a So if the girls makes you or one of you mistaken sense of loyalty are keeping still who had nothing to do with it will step forward Of course nobody made a move. So after a while she said, “You know how I hate these punishments!"’ Well if she does nobody keeps making her hand them out, say 1. “So if the girl who is to blame will confess I will lift the band from the whole bungalow, and as an additional reward for honesty she may go along on the overnight hike to Lake Ursuline.” There was great fidgeting by all. Suddenly I had an inspiration. it Would Take Their Breath Away! GROSVENOR ay an was the THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 49 UNG AIDVENTURESSES By Viola Brothers Shore: ::: 0 1 but Georgie shoo er ead at me, and thinking it was a hint to not ything, I didso. And anyway,! Grease beat me to it ‘I did it, Mother L!”’ she said The big bluff! She never did! Mother L looked at he ‘Miriam Ree don’t lie You never did a thing ) that i ir lif You haven't the brains or the courage Report to the council to-morrow morning after Camp Meet ny, lor ing Do hea : ‘Yes, Mother L, but I , Ne t I i what i \ for the rest of 1 t iW t i ure porched aga to rrow under yuard And no dessert until those bloome re appear. And when | do 1 out, as you know I shall, re insured it W " Norse vith you Now you may go Eulalie, what the matter with you? You lool ; though you had bee ealing iar and were caught with your hand in the bow : l wa jumfoundered I couldn't speak For I never steal sugar, and anyway I always use the tongues Before I could get my breath back Ge rgie said, “ That’ the way she always looks when you're displeased with her ‘Indeed! And who Please let speak for herself!” But I had not} Fulalic We told the bunch we were porched ag iin, and the ill looked sort of orry for u But I bet in their heart of hearts they wished they had of thought of hiding those bloomers and ing pictures of the counsellors running their feet through the sleeves of their ich Georgie had of the other pair of bloomers was in the was} 1 of sore about the whole thing But picture Miss Rawes went by wit camera, wl happened to have brought over with her Some counselors whose were kir those they set Going to the post office i if the

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ose hops at the Wayward House s the only place around here! it who’s going all the way Lollypop and I ’ } t e@ says she can t hel the rest just pops out. we going to The Inn. »” TI inquired, “and ds camping over in that neighbor- rie, giving me a look about something over for us.” you going omething which may reall; ’t it marvelous the way the inquired. vel body cried, val » laugh the when Georgie ‘I'd ng after (,rease: Rawes on! Didn't [ could jump in the lake?” “Wh C,eor under and I, The girl C,eorgie bega been ince it opened, at most of the ( think much of tmnip ore hardl ii (amp Rileer For alt ougl she is the rid, her taste in songs mp Eileen is really one of : ignal. lous, Lollypop?” wl when I sing, and here they get my she asked. nh wasa good joke, because of it people don’t. “It only goes ‘that there’s no profit in being er that isn’t the way that ong. In lots of places if it understand why I've tried to, enough Dummy Line and they The idea of her mentioning anything about having our heads kerosened against—well, you know what I mean. Some young girls have no sense of shame, or humor either, say I. You can’t expect much from some of the others, but I feel awfully disappointed in Georgie some- times. We all have skin as smooth as silk Because we always drink our milk Our hearts are pure, we have no faults Because we take our Ep om Salts. we don’t rise till ten, breakfast then. hathe in porce lain tubs give us alcohol rub F dear he Ti, Mornings Servants bring us We alway 4nd the counsellor Luncheon’s On solid silver, a la carte And Mother h’L goes out and gets Each girl her monogrammed cigare the served at one 1p eg . June 19,1920 No sooner was Mother L out of the house than the chef says, “It’s him or me,” meaning the kitchen man, and the kitchen man quit and the housekeeper and dishwasher sided with the kitchen man so they quit too. Simp and Nuisance—that’s Mother L’s secretary, Miss Newstadt nearly went dotty. They tried to get help from New York and Saratoga and the agencies kept promising to send someone, but nobody came. And then Nuisance would phone again and they’d promise again, and no- body’d come again. So finely the chef said he’d quit if he didn’t have more help. So our whole bungalow turned out to set tables and peel potatoes. And I and Georgie offered to wash dishes and Simp kissed us both, though there is no real love lost between she and Georgie. Mon Dieu! what a time! Finely Simp decided, so as to have less work, to send all the big girls with some of the counsellors on a four days’ trip to Lake George. We could have gone only Georgie said we ought to stay home and help Simp and there were tears in Simp’s eyes when we told her. I bet she was orry for all the times she was mean to Georgie. Poor Simp! When they get as old as twenty-nine there’s not much hope for them any more. Al- though she dives simply divinely. We were in the kitchen helping when Nuisance finely said to Simp, “You'll have to send someone down to Saratoga. Folks come in and walk away with the help before they can send them out to us.” “But I can’t spare anyone!” Simp was almost in tears. ‘“‘I’m so darn short handed already, I wish I was dead and criminated and done with it all.” ‘You'll simply have to wire Mother L.” “Never!” After, Georgie came fly The Better ’Ole and began to dance a hornpipe. “I’m going to Sara- toga!” she began tosing. “‘To geta kitchen man and a dishwasher!” I was so stunned I couldn’t talk. “Yep. by stage to-morrow morning.’ “But how?” “Well, she had nobody else needs all the other counsellors for the And Nuisance has to so there’s somebody in into ing ng Simp is going to send me She hike to-morrow. stay home camp. So when I offered “And what,” I inquired “*hecomes of me?” “Oh, you poor darling Lolly She had the decency to look “You're to go on the hike with the Intermedes! Oh, if I could only manage to take you along to Sara suddenly, pop.” ? “A fine chance’’—I was ready to “of your managing that!” But would you believe it, she did Although, of course, as happened, we never did toga manage it? get to ~ te **Don't Cry, Dearie,"* She Said, “the Pain Will Stop" Rasket ball’s too rougl Pi g pong, though, is It does not wear We alway S ipper is served by ten Rit The Juniors find it very hard To order all in Frenel arleton cooks from a@ me? Every evening we rejoice Ri ling in the can p Rolls-Royce To the W ayward House we all repair ) t ind dance al there “* Mother night with the boys down Georgie came to me in wild excitement. h’L’s goin “ Away’ “Yep. anything we like! “What's Mother h’L going away for?’ “A rest,” replied Georgie. She always knows every- thing about everything in camp, “She's a nervous wretch away!” And Simp’ll be in charge. Yea bo! We can do between the chef threatening to leave if the kitchen man doesn't, and the housekeeper siding with the kitchen man and Bareknees Eckstein straining the tender in her foot, and Daffy Miller’s mother saying she looked underfed. But don’t mention it toa soul. It’s a dark secret.”’ And sure enough a couple of days later Mother L got a telegram to come to her sick aunt, and Miss Simpson was left in charge. Poor Simp! Saratoga. And that's where the mar- velous part or our Great Adventure came in. That night, being alone in our bungalow, we slept in the same bed, which is a very strict rule I mean it’s a strict rule not to. We talked very late trying to think up ways for me to get to Saratoga. In the middle of the night Georgie woke me up by jumping out of bed and starting for the door with virtuously her I thought the place was on fire, “T’ve got it!” she cried “What?”’ “Toothache! “Mon dieu! “No, you!” “Me?” “Of course. There’s no dentist in Soangataha. I once heard Mother L say if a girl had a toothache she’d have to send her all the way to Blue Ridge or Saratoga. Yea bo!” and she opened the bungalow door. “Where you going?” “For Sizzle. Get busy and stifle a couple of moans.”’ And sure enough she went and got our poor fat nurse, Mi Sessler, out of bed. And she put oil of cloves on a cott in camp. nothing but gun pajamas. at least. y Ou have a toothache? on on my tooth. “Don’t ery, dearie,” she said, “the pain will stop. ’t erying about any pain, only I hate the taste But I wasn of cloves and the darn thing burned my tongue. she yawned, to Georgie, “if that doesn’t She “Call me,” help.” And she almost fell over herself getting out. Continued on Page 53)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING PRESERVATION A timely talk of interest = to all users of structural wood ee 0 OR ae

Treating fence Posts Open Tank Process

J — PUBLISHED BY US EVERY FEW WEEKS IN THE SATURDAY EVENING POST

; Ae Matias 2 In and Around the Mine : n utnorti : | ; ay . | : beiigss A Striking Example Every mining engineer knows that a ‘*Wood is the backbone of indus- the 1 | | ! t ft d \ lumber try. Upon our forest crops as upon id b 7 ” wr 8 eee ee ne a See iy nothing else depend the millions of I T us look at the CNOFMOUS Waste is one of his biggest operating costs 4 dollars that are put in our payroll -_ decayed root timbers alone, in k.ven for te mporary structures a treat | we envelopes textile and paper mills, and other ment with Carbosota will soon repay a every week. places where high humidities prevail. its cost. The capital in- Take the weave-shed of a_ big A Carbosota treating plant is easil To | vested in the le mill for ge OSOT ATING } a ie eget textile mul for example, nside the made and every pi of timber that " | using wood in mill the temperature must be high can possibly be carbosot a one form or an- and the air moist, or the yarn can’t be treated by the Open Tank pr (a other is three woven. The roof decks and timbers | Bat Creosoted lumber 1s recog every By | billion dollars. are almost always moist due to con- A ‘‘close-up’’ of action of soot wrohened where foritsdurability. Carbosot of, Oy 30,{ : : to a danger- re ue to decayo planking ss —— - 1} ver 1,138,000 densation. In this warm atmosphere, “°* “*™#*""P°* nic aN LUMBERMA ieeaiiatel tae mim mennin tenatenets ‘ workers are in ahaa then : I : % the wood-using decay soon starts, so that in from four to six years tle heaviest timbers will 43 . Rea Aiaataiaes oll have decayec onbenay: tains Sacenneme fall apart almost from theirown weight. The Pole Problem 1) : pop See 2c ] i . the country.... P aper- mi il] roo ifs dec ay just as quik kly. The cause is always the same We use about >.000.000 les ar Ke ‘*We should have forest crops just excessive humidity ; and the remedy is just as easy —Carbosota. ‘or | ment of r tel f ee PSj nually for rep! of o ; as we have c > ‘ . | | The sehaes a he Pret cg Think of a compl te new roof every few years! What a useless ¢ xpense, graph, tek phi ne, ¢ tr it lack of it, of any nation is osadl when we kvow that preservative treatment with Carbosota would, at very trolley poles. There is a “pe prob upon that country’s forest wealth. re asonable cost, make that same root last twice or three times as long. | m ; just as ther 5 al f [ rhere is not a single industry inde- probl m.” because good pol ' pendent of wood in some form. selian His : NT ol 1 ! continu: growing tnt VF | q he need of a national forest policy . ' j 1 } | is a straight business proposition. On the Farm Railroads equals woo for poles, ar f ti | ‘*Proper utilization of wood (elim- Lumber users who smile at the Roundhouse roofs catch all the pol S$ are given a } rop r Cart ta j | ination of the waste due to decay) mill owner who uses untreated lumber steam that rises from the locomotives. treatment thicy i ti p | is the means available to each = should consider their own case, be- They are more or less moist with con treated poles. Surt treat ts of every consume { Sticing tim r - + } S ° Te » t} nk pr } CORE S eee cause in a vast number of instances densed vapors, causing a condition of he Open Tank | | conservation. Wood preservation “ee , ae , ] | . ' hy, t t | aids the conservation of our present the life of structural wood can be easily abnormal humidity Consequently, ployed as requit : ; ‘ | , oe ‘a | supply while reforestation will pro- doubled by the simplest kind of pre- they are subject to premature decay Write for folder No. 40 | vide the new crop of timber.”’ ative 7 this subtect. i , servative treatment. Numerous other way structures and , ss , | Cuaries Larnrop Pack ! a Lil rained ’ . . . wooden equipment could be mainta } | President } E “ts n the farmer who cuts his own al H ' = : How to Use It v | Imerican Forestry Association } | i berhastopay ti rmilli nad labor St SOUS Fe the } 1 CUS8 YY rl “= ee ( } ¢ (hj } Vinent of On-pl sure treat ! } eeneateoniea it ey than tees ! ( ' Surface treat P j : with rbosota,and with thes rant Ww Sy But Conservation is a slow process. — It will pay every farmer to 3 me oe eel. ' . ° - reduction of the waste due to decay UN Der WITH TWO CE , } I While we are waiting for our new use Carbosota treatment for his silos, j : ep il + ° 1 ortwo t 5 9 *. * mammtenar : , treme! ’ >’) forests to grow, we must take steps to barn floors, sills, fence posts and all Ca or ae \\ | : ‘ ats r make our existing wood supply cover structural timbers US expel to our railroad | : , . our present needs a :; rung mee ‘. number of cars awaiting replacementOr alin gt , siden Mae There is no “art” about it. All he rotted roofs, foorsand sillsislargely 1 Carboa ] , , , , na tank t rbosota f needs is a can of Carbosota and a big sponsible for the perennial car short F brush. which hampers the Nation’s business Surka treat nts are tf I I . Ce ee ae J a t | : may 7 het ig rat. * ~ ) col rvatior by wor pr t t { lh Oy | pt | ‘ permit ‘ | jective. Special | : — for apy ith f : Wood silo showing staves badly decayed , ¢ | } : } at base and tongue-and-groove edges, I and consequent leakage. | hrar ty i ) Preservation is the “short-cut” to r Write Us Today | Conservation. If by preservative ) treatment of our lumber we can pro If yout t ol : long its u ful life over several ad ill quant i , itional years, we are aiding Conser r box —_— | \\ f ae oe most practical way. This it Low Cost It t is not only a personal but a patriotic Ses Eee — , - ( ota | t | duty. We owe it to ours« Ives as well Contractor’s plant showing hot and cold tanks for creosoting lumber with Carbosota that 5 t i] \ 2 : ie y the Open Tank process. A single job requiring a reasonable quantity of 2 . i cl as to our country. lumber will fully pay for equipment of this nature . I ae ee er re — —_— — ee a - \\ i) What is Carbosota? : The , Company Ga il : Carbosota Creosote Oil is a highly refined and | | | ‘4 speci: lly processed Coal-tar Creosote, ps irticular ly : j adapted 1 to Surface treatments (brush treatment or EWA \ORONA soit Lat , ; painting, spraying and dipping) and the Open Tank Grade-One Liquid Latrok , | process. It conforms to standard specifications. Creesate Off ae ae F ta |

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ¢ RSE a RE RG GE The Elgin Classic —CiUSses hy Wadsworth Distinctive, indeed, is this Elgin Classic case —created by Wadsworth crafts men for one of the best-known move ments of the Elgin National Watch Company. The clean-cut lines of the bow, the sub merged pendant, the graceful bezel, bestow upon this case a note of real artistry and distinction. The Classic is but one of the many notable cases brought out by Wadsworth during the last 30 years for the move- ments of leading manufacturers and importers. Some of these were ey designed,as was the Classic, exclusively for a particular watch, while others are available to your jeweler for use with any standard movement. People nowadays, when buying a watch, use almost as much care in selecting the case as in selecting the movement. Their satisfaction in the watch depends in no small measure upon the beauty and dura- bility of the case. When you select a movement, ask your jeweler to “dress” it in a Wadsworth case. The name Wadsworth in a watch case is your guarantee not only of correct design but of the best pos- sible in material and workmanship. June 19,1920 THE WADSWORTH WATCH CASE Factories: Dayton, Ky CO., CINCINNATI, OHIO

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_ ~ = a —— Cee Satin Ss _—— — i ne Ps —— (Continued from Page 50) just loathes being bothered. I sat up and spit out the cotton, ‘I wish you’ d be the one that gets the medicine sometimes!” I remarked sarcas- ticallv. ‘Now, Lollypop,” replied my chum, “I have a good mind to just le ave you home for that!”” But a person can’t frighten me like that. I can tell when they're just fooling. Georgie woke me again later by grab- bing me by the arm. “No more cloves!” I cried very firmly. “No, no. Not that. But I’ve got the most marvelous ide a!” “What?” She came over and hugge 1 me. “Oh, it’s the most marvelous idea you ever he ard of. : ply marvelous!” ell, whi at is it?” “Wait But if she thought I was going to wait up all night, she was mistaken. I laid right down again. I saw her dive under her bed and fish out her empty suitcase and I knew she was wishing I'd ask her ques- tions, but I was too peeved to, even when I saw her put on her raincoat and start out with the suitease “‘T hate to do it to poor old Simp just now,” she called from the door, “but, c’est le guerre!”’ When she came back I must have been isleep and I don’t remember another thing till the rising bell and Georgie saying, ‘*Don’t wash your face. You have to look as if you hadn’t slept.”” And then Sizzle poking her head in the door and Georgie telling her neither af us slept a wink all ight and what did she think ought to be done about it? 't like to have to do anything ibout anything. So she waited for me to iress and we all went over to ask Simp about it. “T think Miss Sessler ought to take Lolly down to the dentist in Soangataha,”’ Georgie said. I started to remind her that there was no dentist in Soangataha, but she eee on my foot and before I had a chance to think what she was hinting at, Simp spoke. It seems she knew about any dentist there. So gie said, why not take me along with her to Saratoga? Mon dieu! what a look Simp gave her. But Georgie didn’t seem to notice. ‘There’s Dr. Peters in Saratoga. Aunt Sizzle doe there not being (,eor Phoe be Say he "s very gor dd. “Who's Aunt Phoebe?” ‘Mrs. Bre She’s not my real aunt but I’ve always called her Aunt Phoebe all my life. She spends her summers in Sara- toga THE SATURDAY “Well, I don’t know what Mother L will say to my letting you two go off to Saratoga alone. But there doesn’t seem anything else to do, and prob ably it’s better than letting one of you go alone. But don’t miss the bus back, Georgie. Remember, you've only got two hours in Ss iratoga. You take Eulalie to the dentist and then go right over to Ross’ agency and don’t lose any time. I want you to catch that two o'clock bus back to Soangataha and the five o'clock tage back to camp.” “Tf I should miss it “Now, Georgie, don’t begin anything like that. You’re not going to miss it. Hear?” “Of course I’m not. But if I sheuld I could go right over to Aunt Phoebe’s 4 “You won't miss it,” said Simp, “‘if you mind your peas and cues.” “Who’s your Aunt Phoebe?” I asked while waiting for the stage. “Well,” said Georgie, “she’s our laun- dress. She works s in Saratoga summers “in, 4 7e( rgie “‘What’s the matter? I said she wasn’t my real aunt, didn’t I? And Dr. Peters is her dentist. I didn’t say he was white, did I? I only said he was good!” Nobody saw us off, everybody being busy getting ready for the hikes and et cetera. We are only one hour from Soanga- taha by the stage From Soangataha there’s one bus a day to Saratoga and back. If we missed that. I didn’t have a chance to talk to Georgie about her idea, but somehow I had a hunch we were going to miss that bus. And I guess Simp had Jecause the last thing she said was, “If you do miss the bus— remember, you're not to miss it! But if you do— go straight to your aunt’s.”’ The stage was empty and we got in the front seat alongside of Timmy. He is a friend of ours. Whenever we ¢ xpect a box by express Georgie waits at the rusty benc} up the road and he gives it to her instead of taking it to camp and having it confiscated And then Mother L wonders how we alway manage to have feeds in The Better "Ole! Timmy’s an awfully funny man He knows everything that’s happened aroun here the beginning of the Christi error. But when he talks he doesn’t lool k at you or move his mouth and he ha unke n cheeks and a bad cough and is very pale and a mimic. At the rusty bench he stopped and Georgie got out and you « imagine my feelings when I saw her ¢ limb again with her suitcase! one too. ye ry. ‘ talked all the way to Soangat aha He told \ ; Lady Bumberell was closing up her place. It seems she has ulsters in the tomach ‘and had to go to New York T mm} was to pick her up on his returr trip All of a Sudden I Broke Down and Cried Like a Baby. Georgie Put Her Arms Around Me EVENING POST PIPELESS FURNACE HEAT YOUR HOME SCIENTIFICALLY Sooner or later you must solve anew the problem of heating your’ home — because old, wasteful methods cannot be continued with the ever-rising cost of fuel. Why not solve this problem #0w—in the light of modern science—with the patented CaloriC Pipel SS hurnace g The CaloriC is the wonderful, patented system of heating buildings by natural cir- culation of air. It is an established, scien- tific fact that the CaloriC heats homes more thoroughly and more uniformly, with 4to% less fuel. OVER 100,000 SATISFKED USERS inevery state in the Unior ! rown neighborhood The Monitor Stove Company 101 Years in Business CINCINNATILO tl A UT THE ORIGINAL PIPELESS FURNACE TRIPLE-CASING PATENT

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She’s a queer old dame that lives next to Eileen, and there is nothing but war between she and us all the time. She would rather let her berries rot than have we pick them. And she almost ruined our swimming for us by buying up the only bit of sandy beach on the lake. It used to be free to anybody and we could take our beginners there. The rest of the lake was a vile, muddy bottom and if you wade in it you go up to your neck in mud. So now we have to throw our girls off the dock with life preservers, and there is no love lost between she and us, you can rest insured. “Tfshe goes for good, good!”’ said Georgie. “We can use our sandy beach again.” “Oi hear,” replied Timmy, “she’s put- ting a caretaker in.” “The old she-devil!”’ said Georgie. “Why is she so down on Eileen?” “Oi don’t know’s oi know, roightly”’ Timmy began, but Georgie interrupted him. “Timmy!” she said, and got it out of him. I always have to marvel when I see how she gets around other people and gets her own way with them. I’m glad she doesn’t try it on me, though of course she wouldn’t dare, because I'd see through her in a minute. It seems Lady B has the most idiotic ideas about camps. She thinks they turn out nothing but tomboys, and that girls should be girlish and not boysterous and should learn sewing and cooking instead of basket ball and diving. But all those ideas were dead and buried long ago! You can tell the kind of person a person is by their ideas, say I. Besides, she thinks only poor families that can’t afford to go away for the summer send their girls to camp and she’s crazy to sell her property for a lot of money and she thinks it runs down her property to have we girls next door. Poor families! I have to laugh! My father is the well known A. Prince, the Prince, of Norwalk, Conn. And Georgie’s mother is the Alma Moreland! Part of Lady B’s peeveis because Mother L pays the natives such good wages they won’t come and work for her for nothing any more. But worst of all, once when she was on the stage she saw a case of wine delivered at Camp! Isn’t that a crime! And it was before Prohibition too! But she has such a grudge against liquor on ac- count of being a W. C. T. U. and a Pro- hibitionist and all that sort of stuff, that she got down on Eileen and had a bene against Mother L ever since. People like she ought to make out their last will and testimonial and drop off the top of a mountain, say I. At Soangataha I made a move to get off. Georgie held my arm. “Sit still.” “But the Saratoga bus will go without us.’ ‘Leave it,” said Georgie. I suppose she expected me to get down on my knees and ask her questions. But what's the use of asking a person questions if they just want to keep you guessing? So even when Timmy started back to Blue Ridge with we still on the front seat, I never gave her , | the satisfaction of asking her a single ques- tion. Just before we passed ERileen, Geor- gie dropped something on the floor and we When she was only a penny —we were past Eileen grounds, and there in the road, waving a fat old cotton umbrella, was Lady Bum- berell. She’s a sour looking old dame named Mrs. Henry. With her money she could afford to dress like a queen but she goes around so shabby if you saw her on the street you'd stop and give her arms. She got in the seat in back of us. A tittle further on a bunch of girls from Camp Pinemere got on. I don’t like to be sarcastic, but Pinemere really isn’t the sort of camp I’d want to send my daughter to. They take as much as a hundred girls and what kind of girls! And they have no camp spirit! Our girls dress all alike—tan sneaks andstockings, brown bloomers, tan middies, brown ties and tan hats—as my Mother says, a perfect sympathy in brown and tan. But Pinemere wear just any old middies with green bloomers and any old sweaters. And they're very ordinary girls and very noisy. They gave a screechy old cheer when they saw the stage and then another— three rahs seven rays with Eileen at the end—when they saw us. I think cheering is sort of unrefined so I was awfully glad that Georgie didn’t give a return cheer, but only turned and thanked them. June 19,1920 “Where you aiming for, Eileen?” one Pinesmear yelled. She looked as if it was months since she could find her comb. Very different from we two, I must say. Everybody remarks about my braids, and says they look like spun gold. And even if Georgie’s hair is bobbed and terribly curly, it always looks as if it was good friends with her brush. “‘I’m taking one of our campers to Blue Ridge to see a dentist,”’ replied Georgie. I looked at her. It was the first tinkling I had of we going to Blue Ridge. “Gee whiz!” said another Pinesmear, “thought you were a coupla kids out with- out a counsellor.” “Eileen girls don’t go out without a counsellor!’’ replied Georgie, giving me what I would terminate a meaning look. ““My Lord! What are you—a prison that they don’t leave you go out without a guard? Our girls are hiking to Caguas for a baseball game with the boys. We’re the invalids and there was no room for us in the car with the team. It’s gonna be tsome game! Boys play left handed and in skirts! Fun? But you don’t ever play boys’ camps, do you?” No, we don’t and Pinemere never misses a chance to give us a dig about it. It’s too bad Mother L has such old fashioned no- tions about boys of the opposite sex, we all think. So I was dumfoundered to hear Georgie say, ““Oh no! We girls can have just as much fun without boys!” and she looked around at Lady B when she said it. We passed their camp on the hike and they exchanged cheers. Then they started to brag about tricks they played at their camp and et cetera.. Such tricks! They think it’s a wonderful joke to knot up the counsellors’ pajamas! Baby tricks! I don’t like Georgie to play practical jokes, because they’re not really very refined, but I wanted her to tell some of the ones she did so they wouldn’t have such an exulted opinion of themselves. Like the night she sneaked away from campfire and locked all the bungalow doors and screens from the inside and climbed out through the high washroom windows. And nobody could climb in again through those high windows without the ladder, which Georgie had happened to have hid in the top of the barn, where nobody goes. And it was eleven o'clock before camp finely retired that night by the kitchen man piling up tables and chairs and falling down severeal times and finely climbing in one bungalow after another and unlocking the doors. And to this day everybody thinks it was tramps or boys that did it But Georgie wouldn’t tell it and all she said was, “Oh no, we never play those kinds of tricks at Eileen!’’ which was a good joke, meaning of course that wedo! I do enjoy Georgie’s humor when it’s any good. At Caguasthe Pinesmearsgot off. Georgie sighed. ‘* What a shame for a camp to turn out tomboys like that instead of little ladies!’ I got all ready to laugh because that’s the way Georgie always jokes —saying things the opposite from what she really And you know at camp it’s the ' means. worst insult to call anybody a little lady So I was going to laugh, but she poked me with her knee and I suddenly decided to not. “Think of sending girls out,”’ she went on, “without a counsellor! And all that cheering in a public conveyance! Mrs Laird is always warning us against such a wampum disregard of other people’s rights and telling us we must confine our cheering as much as possible to our own grounds And to always remember to not be a nui- sance to our neighbors!” I looked at Timmy, but he was looking straight ahead. His face hardly ever shows anything and besides he probably didn’t know about Georgie being cheer leader at camp and always giving a couple of extra loud ones near Lady B’s fence! Georgie went right on. “‘ Had you heard, Eulalie, that that dear old lady that lives next to camp is going away for the rest of the summer?” Pretending to not know who she was! ‘ Mother L was so worried for fear of the girls had of annoyed her some way. You know how she always warns us to be careful and not trespass on dear Mrs. Henry’s grounds.” Well, if the earth had of stopped turning round on its axiom, I couldn’t have been more dumfoundered. 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Continued from Page 54 ipplement and then let the whole forty of them loose on her petun ia beds!” ; ept on and on. “I've never seen Mrs. Henry myself, but Mother L Taves about her noble work for ten perance! You know, Timmy, how Mother L just adores tem- perance and = bition and all that noble work? Why, she just sent away our house- keeper that Pos had since camp started, she found out she had cases of liquor! mind you sent up every id them in our cellar! Think of that vile stuff right in our IS away now getting a new ouseke¢ per and Miss Simpson is in charge if can a I did not know where I was at or if she was joking or getting crazy or what. “I I began, but Georgie inter- Georgie because quor thought ipted me “Have you ever,”” she asked, turning iround in her seat and speaking right to Lady B, “been to Camp Eileen?” My mother once had ap attack of verdi gris on % a ladder, and I know just how he felt. Lady B at Eileen! Such an idea! Lady B shook her head no. ‘It’s the finest camp in the country. Very exclusive. Nearly all millionaires’ ** Ahem,” he id. ou do Oh n es! laughters of ve ! 3 eemed interest interrt ip ited “the Prince of ‘Well, I declare!” Lady B looked at me t I blushed to the daughter ‘A Prince’s Ye € Pr cess E ihe of i B f urs¢ ’s not general He i ire nere n cogs The id to give up the gdom on account of Ame il rO , k Georgie answered O} € they’re ng Ame i t Wheaton ‘ iting?” It’s not certair might settle tup tl! Wi “You don’t ! ught she was ng to fall out ner ““Do you mear ey might « b up this way?’ ‘They might. They just adore Eulalie, d they’d do anything to be near her. Of surse they’d require the finest kind of an ate.’ ‘There’s nothing around here any finer There Mr inter ted Georgie. lly the finest lace around here But when the Prince eard Mrs. Henry wouldn't let his daughter ithe n her ndy beach, he wa a ous a aid he wouldn't have anythi ) do witl those k ! j of people. He's Ss really awfully democratic, you know.” d kind of whistful. She asked 9 git he Prince? “Of course. I’m companion to Eulalie ere “You don’t say! You look very young » have such a responsible pocition.”’ Bobbed hair always makes you look “Why, if I'm not too personal, how ok “Tl be twenty-one some day,” she ided under her breath. Lady 3 seemed to be thinking of some- thing all the rest of the way. Once or twice re gave a heart render g sigh. When we eft her at Blue Ridge I thought Georgie I lectie fit, laughing. ly mar elou ae he asped when she got her breath. “I don't ow how I ever did it. It just seemed to fron com to me m somewhere. Prince Eul rwalk,Conn. . . . Oh—ohk!”’ ind ed o have another fit. I had to remark at le I ery funny!” Sometimes I think Georgie is the funniest sense of or! You know what Georgie’s perfectly marvelous idea was that 9 he got in the night po barman tell me? lo go to the dance at Highland Inn that Madagascar bet her she wouldn’t. And we did! And you know who with? Boys! other chaps! Dean Ormond and three Doesn’t it read just like a boo! THE SATURDAY It seems they were camping at a place near Highland. We took the Highland tage at Blue Ridge and got off at a narrow little trail that leads right down to their camp. Georgie stood at the top of the trail and gave a funny kind of a call. Somebody answered the same way and a few seconds later a boy in khaki came around the bend, and then another, and when they saw Georgie they came tearing up as if the grass was on fire at least, and it was Dean Ormond, the boy that lives next door to Georgie, and his chum Howard Diaz! They carried our suitcases down to their camp and on the way Georgie explained all about us being there and they troduced us to the two other boys they were amping with—the Farrell twins. One of them just got out of the 1 navy and the other is a per fect gentleman in every way. They’re a perfectly marvelous fellows, especially How- ard Diaz. He has the divinest black eyes. They say people with blue eye | yuld marry people with black. Of course I'm not thinkir ig of marry ing yet, and anyway I wouldn’t think of anybody I just met, but somebody I knew and respected a time, although that wouldn’t stop me really loved a person. | They had two tents to eat and sleep in anda d for the Farrells’ flivver. It was two o’clock when we got there and we spent the afternoon talking and then they made a fire and most marvelous mea Th yon most wonderful coffee ‘T ever tasted in a perculator and they told us all about their adventures in the war. Dean was wounded everal times leg v he he tore up his shirt fora turnkey. And once a bullet skinned his neck and he said it ju Ini ed hi juggle rveu ! Ar d H ward Wa ip in a balloon and it took fire and if hadn't of been for his thingumabob working all right, mon Die u! ITneverwassi rilles et cetera and the the I tried to remind Georgie about how were we going to get back and about the kitcher man and et cetera but she told me to 1 worry as we would get back the way) came, only ride to Soangataha or the ind then back again so as to look a 1 of ni ‘ na It com é kitchen n Y \ } ( ildn'’t get ¢ y E | I the ly he And, as I told her, I wasn’t so worried about we getting home again as al t getting to the Inn in bloomer ‘As to tha replied Georgie ya s And she opened her suitcase and there were two evening dresses! ‘For you,” she said and tossed me a dream of a deft blue Georgette. The other was black lace with lor gy sleeve ‘But Georgie! Where on earth Counsellors’ closet.” ( he cour Vink es ud ip counsellor f being engaged. he enga red, even ‘ I u tte and never g the “ ' » doesn’ : find out. It was the | only one short enot h for you.” “But how “T just swiped them. They’ll never n them because they only wear them to the ayward House and Mother h’L made promise to not go while she wa Dieu! I wish you could have seer us when we were dressed! I had t pil Georgie in the black lace but you couldn’ ee it, being hid under the girdle. Even | with her bobbed hair she looked about | eighty in that dress. My hair was in pufl and the deft bl e fitted me ] I | the wall, a rath say. All the boys re- | marked that we looked ra i | “Where'd you get ’em‘ she showed me hairpins and powder and vthir ig | Dramat ics locker.””. Isn’t she a wor der? ‘Don't put on so much,” she told n and took a towel and rubbed off some of my | compl xion I was a little nervous sté flivver at the Inn and it dance and all and never boys, but I soon got over t} was jammed and there were lots of gi: standing around on the porch and in the doors that didn’t have all their dance taken like we. I felt sort of sorry for them. It must be awful to not be popu lar! 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We were silent as the doom. ery time a car came toward us we ucked None passed us by because the ttle old flivver was moving along. It’s a wonder we got back to the tents alive It howed that God wasn’t so very angry with us anyway The first thi old aresses aid to Georgie, “ clutched me by Did she see you: - She you. beside in’t sir 4 coming dowr any g we did was take off those and get into our uniforms. It’s agood thing the boys two or where would we have If thev’d have only had one, we would have had to have slept on the ground. Didn't y } - ia ‘Well, could 1? dart have tents le pt? of everything, igh t of _ to get here and ry afety pins and powder and yu think I am, a thinking I knew we'd manage at do ye once we got here And even if hadn't manage it wouldn't have nobody slept a wink all Farrells We just of been able to mattered because night but the around and talkec about everything and the best way to get of it all It was decided that the hould take us all the way to Soangataha in the flivver. Then we wouldn't run inyone and we could take the stage from there as if we had of war “Whi h t ked H pent sat out boys into back come from ippens if caught?” at home,” repli d Ge orgie. I couldn't help it. I broke dowr ried like a baby. ‘‘My mother will ki if | get sent bac k!” Sut you "re « iught you get and lime back won't get ‘But we're ure to get ‘Don’t be a calamityike,” said Georgie ‘We're right vet. Or ly ” and I could © eve he wasn't so exactly happy— ‘‘it uld be better if we had a kitchen mar At th ill felt pretty glum. ‘‘ How would Ido? 1 Dean. ‘‘ How would I do fora kitchen man?” ‘Huh! You've got to have experience! “What kind of experience?” ‘Oh— chopping wood and ind peelir g potatoes,” ‘Say, what do you think looming war?” *And you ut we " aske couring p ] lear } got to know a little with Me wounded head nd one he hearts of his * said Howard Dean went or adi - Once country- mer and now needing a ummer in the refreshing mountain air be- re going | 0 hard labor = ‘At Stevens,”’ put iu Hloward Everybody had to laugh and Dean ‘How much do you pay, lady?” ‘Sixty-five dollars a mont} “Oh, lady, what couldn't ! y ! Put me eu bo! asked, | wonder “Do I go swimming? "we But not with the girls hel Ay ‘Oh, well,”’ said * began Georgie. With Howard, Don't you ‘you can’t ! 1 twe ave everything nee itchen me No, but we *Well,” repli hearts | have be a dishwasher In a girls’ camp,” menced to sing: need a dishwasher.” ed Howard, “in my heart of always che rished an ambition said Dean, and com EVENING POST ers a "t aol he ‘ nmi go ‘Who say st yle They got s the u hile thal our dishwas no tyle all the while, the y got st yle ull ‘I mean it,’”” Howard said. ‘‘What say you, Dean, do we make Georgie let us take a shot at it?” “Sure. Come on, Georgie! “Yes; come on, Georgie!” “They can’t do more than kill me,” said Georgie, “and they won't do that because it costs so much to ship the body home from the mountains. But remember, you came from Mrs. Ross, the agency lady, and you're a sad case. Young man wounded ir the—the—where was it again?” ‘Defense of his country,” said Howard. “Your duty to your country’s heroes lady, remember! A trial is all I ask.” We all had fits laughing. ‘‘Mayb fall for it,’ Georgie thought. ‘Never,” said I “IT never saw such a calamityike. She might! A wounded soldier! She won't have the heart to him. And if him, why not Howard?"” Why not indeed? On the way to Soangataha in the flivver I asked Georgie, “What do we tell ‘The truth, of course “Of course. But shouldn’ and tell it the = ‘Sure,” she said you tell it the same.” When we passed the stage Georgie peeped from under the blanket, and sure enough, there on the front seat next to Timmy sat Mother L! Mon Dieu! Well, we got without any more troubles, although we had enough already, and the first tl ing Mother L does is to give over and ask me what did he do to my teeth! That I didn’t get heart failure that day wasn’t because I didn’t have plenty of chances to! Georgie spoke up ‘*He didn’t do anything. There really isn’t the matter with her tooth. It must have been = si ‘You'd think,” ‘that Eulalie was tongue tight always answer for her Eulalie, how your tooth is? ‘It doesn’t ache—now,” at last That’s good,”’ said Mother L ‘Now run along.”” Think of all that heart failure for nothing! And she took Dean and How- ard after hearing their heart-rendering story. Only she told them that if she ever saw them even look at any of her girls they would be so fast it would take their breath away! So they took all three — over to their tent and later Georgie got hers | le not take Simp? ame home me the once have to anythi: interrupted Mother L, the way you asked you, I managed to fired ases back foemn belie d the wood p here is a pipe running from the linen | t down to the Ol ellors’ writ ng room. And if you sl ld happen to be etting a towel you car hear ev erything down there if you should happen » your ear on the floor. s of the line n, which that nobody wants, but worth it. She heard Mother L say to Simp, “‘I may If in for all kinds of trouble how could I turn them down? They 30 evidently if we don't chef will walk out them.” has good eyes but they d Dean went to the wood pile two notes there. And they say to h Georgie a mean job Ge orgie says be letting myse but were get somebody But I'll keep my eyes on Mother L ee that when after wood he left took two away. rhe next day Georgie said to Mother L, ‘My mothe rwi te that my cous over at The Inn.’ ‘Yourcous in: ‘They ay she’ ‘She's neere alr soon the Int in may be What does she look like?” s the image of me.” ‘lw much like you — only whe when I er happened to be dri The Inn—that I even told Mi could have SW Georgie heard her say it. 0 looke I wa ving eimp there | Saw a yl } older orn it was you.” knew she said that to Simp. June 19,1920 ‘That’s why I had to give her some- thing,”’ Georgie told me, “to make her mind easy. Now she won’t think about it any more. So. That’s the end of that!” But it wasn’t. Simp called us both over the next day and showed us a letter. Dear Miss Simpson: it ran I hear you are in charge of Camp in the absence of Mrs. Laird. I would consider it a favor if you would have your little girls go over and pick the berries on my grounds as it would be such a hame to have them go to waste! And if you would care to let your little girls use any part of my beach for swimming, I would feel honored. The companion to the Princess Eulalie informed me, on the stage going to Blue Ridge, that Mrs. Laird was interested in the splendid fight against liquor in this country. I am sending her some literature on the same subject which I think will terest her. The good fight is by no means Ove r! Remember me kindly to the little and her charming companion. Yours sincerely and cordially, MARTHA HENRY. Blue Ridge?” asked Simp Com} anion tothe Princess Eulalie? Splen- lid fight against liquor? What's the answer?” Georgie Prince tera and Fileen Prin- “Stage to told her about the Princess and and the sandy beach and et she kept biting her lip and blinking her eyes. And once when Georgie was telling her about Mother L and pro- hibition | thought she was going to laugh, but she coughed instead. “But what were you doing on the stage to Blue Ridge?” “Oh, the stage fo Blue Ridge is the same as the stage from Blue Ridge. I mean, it’ the same stage—don’t you see?” Simp looked doubtful. “I what shall I say to Mother L? explain it—this letter and all ‘I could tell her the truth,” Georgie, “or could—sort of the truth your way.” ‘Very well.” Simp tore up the letter. ‘I'll tell her the truth my way, and if you two know what’s healthy for you, you'll keep mum about the whole thing.” Which we did, even though it meant giving up a box of fudge that Georg hould have won from Madagascar. heard Simp say to the other that night: “The little devil choked to death trying to keep Mother L and the nobk And they all see. But How shall I to her?” suggested tell her you Georgie llors, I nearly from laughing! fight against liquor!” out aughing. ‘I shouldn’t have let Georgie out of my only I was so desperate. Mother L uld have my scalp if she ever heard the le story. She was sore that I let them go at all, but what could Ido? Thank the irs the 4 broug rht home the bacon. Those boys seem to be working out fine. Although, somehow, I don’t feel just easy in my mind Nuisance, be sure and get that prohibi- tion literature out of the mail before the old lady ” And they all had fits again. ‘I haven’t told her yet, but I know she'll be tickled pink over the sandy beach Think of that little wretch telling me to tell her the truth way! bright, all right, that I only wish I could counse burst sees it. my SI e’s youngster. get rid of the feeling that there’s something f about the whole thing, that that ro is keeping under her tam o’ shanter. I'll have to pump the little Princess. Wh: ever it is, it ‘ll come out sooner or later. It always does , Chat’s what they think. always. Like the time bloomers were gone. “Whoever found them?” asked Georgie. ‘Mother h’L, of course. ‘Butshe never knew who did it, did she?” “Sure, she did,” replied Georgie. ‘‘She ~w only one girl in camp could get past chef and hide bloomers in the lar.” ‘But she never said a word. And she ‘ver punished you. Wasn’t that kind of 9? inny But it doesn’t the counsellors’ those “Well,”’ said Georgie, “ ybe it wasn’t. You see I had hid them her secret bunk that had built cial and that she thought nobody knew about. And maybe it was kindness that made her keep still and maybe it was more not wanting the whole camp to know about her having that secret closet and also about the big stock of wine she had stowed away there. maybe it was and she

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{ { , | I LA Cn el Honor Where Honor is Due NE of the pl picture producers is proud of the fact that he oneer moving- rather was the first of his profession to discover the atmospheric advantages, for outdoor camera work, of Southern California, and that he was the first to set up a studio near Los Angeles. Not far from his studio at this time is the studio of the Balboa Company, also a moving- picture corporation, but a newer one than his. A year or two ago he was turn- ing out a series of one-reel films depicting historical events in the development of America. Suitable themes for subjects were running rather low. One day his chief scenario expert, a former news- paper man, entered his presence to offer an idea. “Say, chief,”’ he stated enthu- siastically, “I’ve got a corking notion for the next one of that his- torical series we make. Why not turn out a picture showing Balboa discoy- ering the Pacific?”’ With flaming eyes his superior bounded indignantly from his chair. c “Shus aha snortedindignantly. ‘What kind of foolish talk is that? Them Balboa guys never discovered the Pacific. dis- covered the Pacific!” The Hero Unintentional ITHOUT much practical experience but with unlimited nerve, a Yankee second lieutenant in the second year of the American participation in the war broke into the aviation service over in France. On being sent up as a pilot he promptly knocked the top off a tall tree and de- scended through the branches with the wreckage of his machine. This feat, one might think, should have qualified him for a transfer to the forestry branch of the service. But we did not do things that way very often in our army, as many can testify. Instead of transferring him the “y assigned him to a bombing plane. His initial foray in this capacity was a com- plete success in every detail excepting one. He dropped his bombs squarely upon a fortified town. The only mistake he made was that the town on which he dropped them happened to be a French town well inside the lines. When the fact of this error came out the ambitious youth found himself facing tne prospect of a court-martial. Overcome with remorse he promptly became over- come with something else which he procured in large quantities at a near-by café and consumed on the spot. Following this he climbed into a strange car which he found standing hard by the flying field of the squadron to which he llies’ lately had been attached, and without notifying anyone he had borrowed it he drove away in what might be called a general direction. Well up toward the Front, after whizzing madly by military policemen, road guards and sentry out- posts, he smashed the car against the stone foundations of a wayside shrine and, aban- doning the ruin where it was, he proceeded upon his befogged and uncertain way afoot. That destiny which looks after idiots, children and green second lieutenants presently landed him in a trench where a squad of French infantrymen was await- ing the signal to go over the top on a forlorn-hope expedition into hostile terri- tory. Having nowhere in particular to go himself and not caring particularly where he might go, ani d only dimly aware that he was going anywhere at all, the young- ster joined these adventure In their company he lcmeeiial across No Man’s Land to where a blast of fire from the watchful Huns wiped out a good half of the squad and left most of the others lying stunned and wounded where they had dropped. But just before this tragedy came to pass that same beneficent Provi- dence which had our hero in its keeping decreed that he should stumble into a shell hole, where promptly he was over- come by a compelling desire for slumber and where he lay sleeping serenely through all the horrors of the massacre. Fifteen minutes later a second wave of French raiders, following in the tracks of the decimated handful that had led the way, drove in the Germans, took some pris- oners and fell back again to the protection of their own breastworks. They brought in the battered survivors of the first wave, and along with them the Yank, still in- capable of being roused but without a scratch on him. Before long he was doing his sleeping in a forward dressing station. At dawn came a fre nch general, deso- lated by the loss but intensely thrilled by the account he had heard of the desperate courage of his men, to pin decorations upon their breasts. The general passed down the line, kneel- ing by each outstretched form to make solicitous inquiry regarding the injury the man had suffered, and in the name of a grateful country to bestow the ordained honor upon him. He came to where the American was stretched out. At sight of the khaki among the horizon blues the commander was overcome by emotions of astor nishment and enthusiasm ‘Behold!”’ he cried out in French to the members of his staff who accompanied him. ‘Behold here a gallant American officer who volunteers for this undertaking and who falls fighting for France!” Alongside the American he stopped, murmuring his sympathy. When his words THE SATURDAY EVENING POST SENSE AINID NONSENSE failed to rouse the recumbent one the general gently stirred him until the half youth Ope ned one drowsy ind heavy eyelid. “Ah!” cried the general, in Engli ‘now you are awake. And of what do your P ae injuries consist? “Ge neral,’ murmured the second lieu- tenant, ‘I’m plastered. “Ah, my pm yor one!"’ He turned to the members of his staff. ‘Gentlemen, this gallant one has been most terribly pl tered.” And in the name of France fastened a Croix de Guerre upon the tunic of the American, who already had gone back to sleep again The chief merit of this story is that it is said to be true. The Hunting Season AST summer a well-known New York 4 caterer took his small boy, Harry, out to Long Beach, Long Island, for a day’ romp. While digging in the sand the young ster found a cheap watch, and his excite ment was unabated for a month. The incident was forgotten by the father but not by the youngster. The day little Harry saw the car pull up at the door to take his father as usual to his business. other “Oh, daddy,” he teased, ‘“‘won'’t you stay away from the office to-day and let W illi im take us out to the beach?” “It’s too early for bathing, son,” de murred the father. ‘I don’t want to go bathin’,’ ter little Harry. ‘‘Let’s go out ther 1 go watch hunting.” No Longer a Badge of Honor OUR wealthy occupants of a styl | potas leer house came down the eleva tor clad in overalls for the recent that was to be New York’s protest at the high cost of clothing. The janitor ¢ aught sig ht of them as they departed. Immediately he went to the baseme discarded his overalls and put on a regul: suit of clothing. In this he greeted his wealthy tenants upon their return. “What's the matter with your overalls, Henry? 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ROO 2 mG ‘C°NON: 9 / A Personal Message —and it will interest every actual or prospective building owner ! call with ple to 350,000 Home Owners proot asure its tering sun 30'd roof. taught you th unde r br iht under out ( atl vo if me j i SATURDAY Dat oa is Fy TSF EVENING POST gentlemen in them I feel like a soldier watching civilians wear the uniform when they’ve never been in the service.” An Enthusiastic Friend | N THE New York National League baseball club there is a pitcher, strong of arm but not very well versed in letters. For two years he listened and endeavored tolearn. During that time he became very | enthusiastic about another ball player from his section of the country; so much so that Manager McGraw finally becameinterested. “‘Say,”’ the manager asked of the pitcher one day, “I’ve just had a chance to sign the player you’ve been raving about. Tell me what build man is he—tall and rangy or short and stubby?” “Well, Mac, I couldn't say exactly,”’ re- plied the young man. ‘“‘I reckon he’s what you'd call mediocre.” A New York Bargain WO New York women were in a shoe store engrossed in the usual topic of places to live and the high rent. “Have you succeeded in getting an apart- ment?” one asked. “No, I am keeping my old one.’ “But they’ve raised your rent, haven't they?” “Oh, certainly, but considering the sur- roundings,” the other replied, ‘‘I am satis- fied to pay $125 a month—that’s only a raise of sixty dollars. I have so much air. Think of it, four of our windows come down to the floor and every one of them looks right out over the cemetery!” A Consoling Thought N NEW JERSEY the friends of Gov- ernor Edwards are telling of a trip they made to a penitentiary where he was to address the convicts. The party was a little late in arriving. The governor was immediately intro- duced. June 19,1920 “Fellow citizens,” he began, and hesi- tated. That form of address would not do. “‘Fellow—fellow—convicts,” he finally started, and again stopped. The whole assemblage broke into a laugh in which the governor joined. “Anyway,” he announced in an effort to straighten things out as quiet was secured, “‘T am glad to see that so many of us finally got here.” Discriminating Against New York N THE first week of May there was a partial eclipse and a reporter on one of the New York papers was assigned to write a special story about it. The eclipse was supposed to take place about seven o'clock in the evening. The reporter turned in a story in which he very seriously explained at what hour the phenomenon would occur. “But,” he added apologetically, ‘‘New Yorkers will not be able to view the shadow throughout its passage on account of the daylight-saving law, which makes the sun one hour later than our time.” He Was Born a Lawyer | A ys wrong the examination of several can- didates for admission to the bar in Alabama one of the prospective legal lights, though admittedly humorous, was consid- ered a little too flippant in his answer to a question. The president of the board, in an effort to sit on the young man, decided to trick him by the use of a legal term that had been obsolete, so he afterward said, for seventy years. “Young man,” he asked sternly, “what would you do if you brought a suit in det- inue and the opposing counsel should in- troduce a plea of absque hoc?” “There'd be only one thing to do,” the young man replied without a moment's hesitation: “I’d ask for a continuance and look that one up.” He was admitted all right.

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gic of now uyne O ex ome hing said Miss father. “‘That’s ome permanent ’ said Miss Fisher, your ger er stopped other aid to Mr. Payne, little difficulties in cause of your hold persons and some nd both saw he was » ventured then, tuation of this kind, : of argument,” went on ris! after a pause, “we hould ha Suppose there was a youn; ni ho owned a certain amount ¢ ock and, on the other han 1, woman who had sold short the same amount, which covered his bet, let us say,"’ he said, and held off, ire hly observing the results of his supposi . And suppose, for the sake of argument, he proceeded, ‘they married — following an engagement Chen then,” he said, going on when neither replied, or indeed as much as moved a muscle or made a sign, besides a growing mutual ruddiness of complexion, it would be the simplest thing in the world. This stock would be loaned to her to carry out her short contract. Technically she would have borrowed his stock. There ho bona fide sale, no records of transactions for either. T closed, in point of fact. would hi ve no valid claim collection of its infamous confisca- and the money would stay right family What do you think ? Mr. Fisher scheme?" asked uation i " ‘ ne Lhere Wu ‘ y ing tion upon his hearers would be closing the would not be Government for the tory tax y The there in the of that for a Mr THE SATURDAY EVENING POST HIDDEN PROFITS (Continued from Page 27 with a pardonable pride at a completed triumph of reasoning showing in his voice and eyes. ‘Don’t mind him!” said Miss after a moment, turning to Mr. Payne, face quite flushed. “But didn’t I understand —didn’t I guess right,”” exclaimed her father, “‘when I thought you two were practically engaged to be married?” ‘We are—or we were,” said Mr. Payne, starting speaking now in a strained and hollow voice. ‘“‘At least I hoped so. “Were!” cried Miss Fisher, her face con- siderably less rosier than it was. “Oh, if it were only possible now!”’ said Mr. Payne, suddenly straightening and raising his hands to his face. ‘Possible!’ exclaimed Miss Fisher. **Can’t you see,” said Mr. Payne, speak- ing almost like an automaton, “what has happened?” “See what?” echoed Miss Fisher with dry a. “‘How this postpones our marriage in- definitely? : $i ‘Indefinitely!’’ cried Miss Fisher. **Can’t yousee how everything is changed by what’s happened?” “‘Changed!” cried Miss Fisher, growing quite rosy once again and sitting up straighter, a new and sharper light dawning in her eye. Mr. Payne, however, was now facing Mr. Fisher, without watching her. ‘It was true what you surmised,” he was expli aining. “We had aaeee with your consent, he said, bowing slightly to Mr Fisher, ‘‘to be married—and married not long a now,” turning and looking with wan appeal to the face of Miss Fisher, which, however, met it with a hostile and rosy stare. ‘I had the means marry,” said Mr. Payne. “ But now “But now?” repeated Mr. Fisher, who had been listening with his mouth slightly ajar ‘But now I have nothing upon which I could get married; no means on which I would be justified in asking any woman to marry me since the fall in Agmo. ‘ad ‘What do you want? “ What do I want?” Fisher her I felt that I could returned Mr. Payne. “Certainly! Haven’t you practi- cally $500,000?" Certainly not,” said Mr. Payne. ‘‘You know and I know what has hap- pened. You have just fin- ished saying yourself that $ } Fisher, Speaking Finally With Quiet Authority. this money must be hers legally and not mine.”’ “But,” began Mr. Fisher, “‘in reality - “But in reality,” persisted Mr. Payne, “it is and has been exactly the same. I appreciate— no one can tell how much what she—-what you have tried to do for me,” he said appealingly again, and turned his eyes away, once more repulsed by that growing, rosy hardness “But you know and I know,” he then went on, “‘that money is not mine ethically or morally any more than it is legally. It was her judgment, not mine, that won that money. My judgment lost it; it was hers that won it finally.” ““My judgment won it!” said Miss Fisher and was silent. * Moreover,” was made in the given in good faith, at least to you. Oh, in a hoarse appeal to the young woman, “that this money, " a part « of this money, might properly be held to be your father’s because the original ‘gilt was perhaps to him; but never, by any course of reason- ing, could it be considered mine, even if I could have employed it--accumulated this money legally—which, as your father has shown, I could not possibly have done? ‘No,” said Mr. Payne, “the thing is so clear in principle that there is no debating it. That money, in spite of your kindness,” he said to both of them, “‘is not mine. It absolutely!” “Say it is,” said Mr. Fisher—‘‘say it is hers! What of it? What difference that make?” “What difference does that make?”’ re- sponded Mr. Payne slowly. “Why, ob- viously it makes all the difference in the world! Don’t you see?” he said, now turn- ing in a desperate appeal to his fiancée. ‘Don't you see—on principle?” His appeal was met with a still rosier and still more repe sllent stare “Can't you see, as a matter of principle, Deborah?” he said, calling her for the first time in public by her first name. ‘Don't be unreasonable! Don’t be un- fair! That money is yours—physically, ethically, legally. It was mine when the stock was up—all mine. But now when the stock is all “_~ it is yours—just exactly the same and for the same reason. Don't you admit that? i don’t,”’ she stated laconically. “And being your money, as it certainly * he went on insistently with his reason- ing, “I can’t—I wouldn't have anything of my own to support you on ‘Of all ” stated Miss rising from her chair. ‘I know!” exclaimed Mr. Payne hastily. ‘You say that! It might look so super- ficially. But think of it—my position practically, fora moment. Just amoment! Just be still and consider it, as it would actually be day after day, year after year! Is there any- thing in the world more des- picable than a man who has to live on his continued Mr. Payne, ‘‘it first place from money irrevocably, to her, or can’t you see,”” he said is hers d es Fisher, half “Hidden Profits, That's Why"’ June 19,1920 wife’s money year after year, year after ye ar? Just on prince iple? “On principle!”’ repeated Miss Fisher, now more loudly. ‘Did any man ever do it and keep his self-respect?” “Oh!” said Miss Fisher suddenly. “So that’s all there is to it now,’ the other speaker went on then in a very mel- ancholy voice. “It all depends—our marriage,” said Mr. Payne, now very seriously indeed, looking at Mr. Fisher in lieu of catching his daughter’s eye. “ must face it now as well as later. It all de- pends on whether your daughter is willing to wait for me to make good at my pro- fession. I must go now where I had planned to go at first——to the copper mines of Mon- tana—and begin at the beginning of my career as an engineer. And now,” he said toward the rigid, rosy face so near him and yet so infinitely far away, “‘I can’t press you. Ihave noright. But will you try to see my position? Will you feel that you could wait?” And at this the young woman beside him sprang to her fe et. No!” she exclaimed with a inflection. ‘“‘No, will not wait—on principle! On prine iple I wouldn't, marry you—on principle—if you were the last man alive ‘on principle! ‘I have heard of excuses,” she stated, her manner now changing to one of ex treme coldness, ‘“‘but I never yet heard of a man who hated to marry a girl so much iat he would rather - up $500,000 than have to take her with it, especially when she’s just made it for him with her own hands. So here’s your ring,’ she stated, withdrawing it from where it had ap- parently been secreted previously at the end of a chain. “And as far as that confounded, dis- gusting old $500,000, or whatever it is, is concerned, I wouldn't touch it if I starved to death four thousand years in Siberia without a stitch to my back.” And with that awful picture in her hear- ers’ mind she started abruptly to the door. “But,” cried Mr. Fisher hastily, “you can’t go this way! You can't, kitten! We've got to do something about this money, even if neither one of you wants it. Be practical! Be practical!” he urged her. But she would not be detained. ‘You can do just what you want to with it,”""shesaid. “I’mthrough! Do what you want to with your darned old $500,000! I’m through!” Saying this, she swept from the private room and left the two men staring blankly at the glass door marked “ Private’’ which slammed after her. Mr. Fisher was the first of the two to recover speech. “She was always that way—as a child,” he stated. “Always a quick- tempered little tike, flying up at nothing.’ 4 ‘I wouldn't say that,’ said Mr. Payne in ashaken voice. ‘If there was any fault in this it wasn’t hers. I can see her posi- tion exactly. I'm only sorry she can’t see mine,” he said, and paused, a broken man “She thinks me too—too theoretical,” he went on still more sadly. ‘‘Too much the moral and intellectual highbrow. But I was right—in principle. I know I was right. A man cannot live on his wife’s money and entertain his self-respect year after year. I have seen it too many times Look,”’ he said in final argument—“‘ look at that man Halpin!’ know! I know!” said Mr. Fisher tactfully, and sat then for a moment very still. But then after a few moments he mz ade an attempt at speec h again. “Of course,” he said, “as practical men, sooner or later we shall have to go ahead and work the thing out practically be tween us.” “Yes, yes,”” said Mr. Payne, giving the sudden start of one intensely preoccupied with another subject. ‘But for the pres- ent,” he said, swallowing slightly, ‘ “there i is no dange r in letting it re — as it is.’ ““No,” conceded Mr. Fisher. “Well, if you don’t mind, for the present we will leave it so. For the present,’’ he said, swallowing again. ‘‘We will discuss the final arrangements later,” he said, get- ting up and going out then, evidently under the influence of only partially suppressed emotion. To Mr. Fisher, sitting there alone in his private room, recalling his parting word: (Continued on Page 67 Jo! No! fast -rising

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Continued from Page 64 and manner, there was something more di- rectly suggestive of a sincere grief-stricken undertaker than of a man who has just been the victim of a promising conspiracy to give him $500,000. To Mr. Fisher, sitting there in much the same attitude on the following late after- noon, reading over the short letter in a heavy, precise script in his hands there had come an even greater burden of wonder and anxiety. This much-read letter said to Mr. Fisher: “T find upon consideration through the night that my one logical course now is to go at once where I should perhaps have gone before—to my mining work in Mon- tana. “I have attempted during this morning to get in touch with your daughter at your house, but it seems that she is no longer desirous even to see me. So then there is only one logical course open to me—to go away and rid her of my presence at once. For if I stay in New York I could not help- in spite of my best resolutions—but annoy her more or less with my unwelcome efiorts to see her. “This being so, it would be a great favor to me if in the meantime you would use your judgment about the handling or clos- ing out of my stock account in your office. I know your judgment will be excellent, and I shall, in fact, be glad of any settlement which you may finally make which will give me my own initial investment of $10,000 and whatever else may accrue to me on my stock. That—but no more. Anything, in fact, you may do will be entirely satisfac- tory to me, except the giving to me of any part of the profits under that other account, not my own in any sense, which both legally and literally belongs to you and your daughter. Any part of that I shall never take. “Yours very sincerely, “JOHN HENRY PAYNE, 3D. 3oston Hobo Mining Company, ‘‘Butte, Montana.”’ “* Address, Mr. Fisher, reading this letter for the hundredth time, shook his head once again. He could see these two accounts containing this undesired $500,000, which neither of its two possible claimants would touch on any terms, going on indefinitely upon his books; two accounts always the same in the total of profits on his books, but with the amounts in either account shifting from time to time as the price of Agmo moved up or down: if it were up of course put- THE SATURDAY under his management by the subtle bonds of the income-tax law. vit N MARCH 9, 1920, quite early in the morning, Mr. ‘Augustus J. Halpin stood facing the stock board in the rooms of the brokerage house of J. Belgrave Fisher & Co. in that same sidewise, or profile, atti- tude which was so familiar to students of Napoleon and to the older frequenters of the offices of J. Belgrave Fisher & Co. “The old girl’s got some life in her yet,” he said to the round, high-headed man with glasses in his hand who stood observing the board beside him. They were both apparently looking at the same point on the stock board under the department of mo- tors—at Agmo common. “IT was wise,”’ stated Mr. Halpin, “to hang on to her just as I did.” For as a matter of fact, with but a slight assistance from that wealthy woman, his wife, he had held on to his Agmo through thick and thin. “There's something going on there,” he continued. ‘‘They’ve got the bears on the run. They're twisting them. They’re turning their flank. That stock has re- covered now over a third from its low. It’s gone right up, especially since that Supreme Court decision on stock dividends is out. “Why?” asked Mr. Fisher, speaking finally vith quiet authority. “‘ Hidden prof- its, that’s why—following that wise de- cision registering the public opinion of this country concerning stock dividends; a de- cision which upholds and carries out the expectations of the brainy, farseeing law- yers of the financial district. Just as I prophesied — just as I prophesied it would.” Though Mr. Halpin did not seem to be listening carefully, Mr. Fisher went on nevertheless. “You are about to see another great era of prosperity in Wall Street and the coun- try at large from this—this wise, farseeing decision,’ he asserted. ‘‘ Why?” he asked. “Why?” heasked again, and then answered, going on: “‘Because it completes the pro cess; the process upon which the best minds of this country—the minds of all sane, honest, patriotic citizens of the Re public—have been at work during the past two years—-the determination to prevent and oppose to the last limit of their strength the penalizing of American industry and effort by these insane and confiscatory in- come taxes. “As I have said so many times before to you,” he proceeded, “the big, strong, broad- gauged managers of the great corporations and their lawyers have planned to bring this about in two ways: First by hidden EVENING POST those suspended profits from their great government contract which were still in dispute and which were very naturally and prudently kept out of their annual report. They were there, hidden a little more conservatively, a little deeper than I would advise, but there just the ome and the market is now re. gistering them And now he saw that Mr. Halpin was clearly not listening to him, but watching with unconcealed interest the entry of a tall, bronzed, angular man—a stranger in recent weeks in this office. “*How are you? Welcome to our midst!" said Mr. Halpin, stepping forward with a quizzical and sardonic smile. ‘‘ How is the copper king?” “Not that as yet by any means,” replied Mr. Payne of Boston and Montana, shak- ing hands with the two men warmly and with whomever of his former seat mates there were still sitting their days out in the rooms of J. Belgrave F ishe or & Co. “Come in, come in,” said Mr. Mr. Payne finally, and the two soon found themselves again looking at each other over the bare, severe surface of the miniature directors’ table in the glass room of Mr. Fisher marked “ Private.” “— orrespondence was not entirely sat- isfactory, * said the young man finally. “T felt that I might perhaps better céme and see you about the settling of that matter between your myself.” “Exactly,” it here.” “Now let me understand it, please,”’ said Mr. Payne, settling himself down and winding his legs together preparatory to mental effort. “Certainly,” said Mr. Fisher. ‘“‘My understanding of it is this: You two have together a profit which must stay inde »fi- “T have replied Mr. Fisher; nitely at approximately $500,000 if left as it is.’ “Yes,” assented Mr. Payne. “Tf left as it is—left as it should be—and not made subject by an entirely unneces- sary sale to the confiscatory depredations of the income tax—kept as it should be At least my daughter and I myself have felt that way. “Very well,” said Mr. Payne, bowing. “ Anything she— you wish, I also wish in this.” “‘T have asked her if she would close out her short account when Agmo was low, giving her a large profit,” stated Mr. Fisher concerning his daughter. ‘“‘ But this she absolutely refused to do, saying, in fact, that the whole property being yours it must conservatively; | Fisher to your daughter and | Pelter ! When You Motor— don’t forget to take al eee ts: ——— ting more into Mr. Payne’s balance; if it profits accumulated in their treasuries; and be kept intact as it is, without disturbing were down more into his daughter’s. In his second by distribution whenever possible the certainty of its profits, and that in any Not only for the inimitabl mind’s eye he could see these two accounts to their owners—their stockholders. And case she would refuse to take the money wreteul but hecatuse making up this undesired $500,000 teeter- now that the Supreme Court has got this And at this Mr. Payne's dark face, which cialis . ; —— ing up and down indefinitely in the absence stock-dividend decision off its chest finally, had been red, grew noticeably more so. coats make motoring s of exact orders from the persons who had_ the method of distribution of these profits “So my feeling is this,"’ continued Mr. ble disowned it as to what disposition should to their owners lies open and we shall see e ‘isher ‘So long as this matter stands as it sesestalan be made of their contents. now a new era of prosperity dawning in this 7. have decided on this form, subject of When it vet There was one thing, however, upon country from now on. po torte to your approval, for my own pro - which Mr. Fisher’s mind was made up “And as for Agmo common,” he said _ tection.” ning shp into quite definitely in advance. He would not significantly, ‘‘you’ve probably heard the **T see,”’ said Mr. Payne. you'll feel comfort close out or pay the income tax upon these news about the hidden profits they’ve got “The stock which you owned has been two accounts except asa last resort. He was there—how they had them covered up.” transferred as a loan to the short account, If the road resolved rather than pay them at all that “T heard something,” replied Mr. Hal- which my daughter claims is yours, but as Dilvee wisktes he would see first what the healing effects pin noncommittally. you know and I know cannot be yours under eae ae of time might accomplish upon the minds “T always said they were there. Youwill the law.” dust of the two principals in this very unusual give me the credit for that,”’ continued Mr. “*Exactly,”” responded Mr. Payne , transaction, this dual account in Agmo, Fisher to Mr. Halpin. ‘There were hid- “She having borrowed this stock by m) And if it should who though now to be hundreds of miles’ den profits there. There are everywhere arrangement,” continued Mr. Fisher, “gi just turn your Pk apart, were still to remain bound together in all the corporations. In this case it wa (Continued on Page 69 1 Gabardit + ies 4 ral agin 1G nit wu | ndshie ld and you | | thoroughly dry. | nth il tak Pelter with 1, no { Ww he \ u I I 1 hiking, hu fishing V What store near you sells ify ton't know you ought « Write anc os tell you International Duplex Coat Co. Pioneer Maker 114 -116 Fifth Avenue i Leather ( oat New York City DRAWN BY RALPH CARLYLE PRATHER

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= i — —— a (Continued from Page 67) her acknowledgment to you for your stock certificates, which both by business prac- tice and law and the necessities of the financing of the case would be necessary.” “T see,”’ said Mr. Payne, his lower body showing slight uneasiness. ‘‘ Very well.” “‘Now then,” said Mr. Fisher, “‘ by agree- ments which I can make I have financed this matter on this basis: She has borrowed your stock in place of previously borrowed stock—she owes you for this. And tem- porarily of course you have no stock— merely her agreement to deliver. In other words, there is no stock for the present in either of your hands, though neither ac- count is completed or closed on my books. “This leaves,”’ said Mr. Fisher, going on, “practically $500,000 in assets in my hands free for investment. I consequently, by my plan, take these, form a trust fund under my name and divide at the end of each month or quarter the amounts of income which accrue to it during that time, on the basis of the average price of Agmo, the average profit belonging to each account during the given period.” “Yes, yes,”” said Mr. Payne, now with the voice of one gladly consenting to any- thing. ‘‘ Whatever she wishes or you wish will suit me very nicely. But ——” he said, and stopped. “But what?” inquired Mr. Fisher. “Ts not that somewhat elaborate plan?” And at this question Mr. Fisher laughed heartily. “Elaborate!”’ he said. “If you think that is elaborate you should see the others! That plan is simplicity itself to what takes place in most of our great financial and business offices. In Agmo, for instance, imagine what pains, what elaborate pains, must have been taken in the past year in its accounting for the suspended and hid- den assets, which have now appeared and are making their mark upon the price of that stock. “The fact is,”’ continued Mr. Fisher, now dropping the immediate case in point and going on to the general financial conditions in Wall Street and the country—‘“‘the fact is that this rapacious Government has driven this country into elaborateness—the elaborateness of self-defense. It has been one of the great problems of this country, upon which the brainiest men have centered their intellectual powers in the past two years—this elaborateness of self-defense which you speak of. The brainiest men, in fact all sane, progressive, patriotic citizens, have determined that American industry should not be penalized and paralyzed. And now, thank God,” he said devoutly, “the country at large has quite generally worked out this overhanging, overwhelm- ing problem of the stifling income tax, each man and corporation in its own sphere. “You do not realize, perhaps,”’ said Mr. Fisher, ‘‘not having been in New York so much recently, how far this great = of the income tax has been worked out by this country at large. Take the greatest class,”” he said, ‘“‘in numbers in the coun- try—the farmers of the South and the great West. Of course, naturally, having framed these taxes and having had the administra- tion of them, you would not naturally ex- pect them to pay them themselves. Oh, no, naturally,” said Mr. Fisher, “‘ the farmers of course could not be counted on for the payment of any great amount of our income taxes.” “T see,” said Mr. Payne, listening at- tentively. “After these,”’ continued Mr. Fisher, “in numbers would come perhaps the high- paid mechanics—the so-called workingmen getting from $3000 up to $5000 a year under these new and better wages. These too of course would be expected to pay their income tax in relatively fewer instances, their income naturally not being so acces- sible in many cases to the tax collector's knowledge, inviting of course less interest and attention than the great fortunes from which it was at first expected to get so much of the income tax. “But the great fortunes—the great capi- talists,” explained Mr. Fisher, going on, “have, as is well known, found investments quite largely for their capital which are not subject to tax, thus of course removing one of the greatest sources of the hoped-for revenue.” ““T have heard so,” admitted Mr. Payne. “For the corporations,” proceeded Mr. Fisher then, “and the business enterprises of considerable size of all kinds, which of course, with the great capitalists, had been your expected to furnish the great bulk of this tax, the working out of the problem has been more difficult and a much more elabo- rate matter. They could and did of course raise prices on their goods to secure a good THE SATURDAY EVENING POST liberal surplus over the excess-profits taxes | for themselves. And then of course in ad- dition to this they would naturally put away as much as possible in hidden assets profits. And now this wise decision of the United States Supreme Court, coming as it does, clears the air at last and frees these hidden profits for final distribution to their rightful owners—through the stock- dividend decision making stock dividends free from this income tax. “And so you see,”” went on Mr. Fisher to Mr. Payne, ‘“‘the country at large—all kinds of the larger and well-organized in- terests and classes—has worked out its own problem very well, leaving only one class which has really to suffer from the tax pay- ments—the large and necessarily unorgan- ized middle class, drawing salaries or returns from $2000 up—school-teachers, professors, clerks, salaried persons of all kinds who are unfortunate enough to have to pay their taxes fully and at the same time to help the corporations and business houses pay theirs also by the increased prices which all business is compelled to put on its goods in order to pay the Government’s taxes and lay aside its own surplus profits. “So you see,” said Mr. Fisher, drawing back to watch the effect of his thorough analysis of national conditions on Mr. -ayne’s mind, “‘the country at large, with the exception of this special class, has now worked out its problems under the income tax very well indeed, just as we ourselves are now engaged in working it out in this instance you and my daughter. “And now,” said Mr. Fisher, going on with this particular business again, “there is one more thing about this agreement: In case of the death - “Death!” interrupted Mr. Payne, red dening suddenly. “9 of my daughter Fisher, and paused. “Your daughter!” " said Mr. cried Mr. in this understanding between | Payne | finally. “I hope—I hope there is noth- | ing —— “*She isn’t well,” said Mr. Fisher, waving his glasses a little sadly, “‘of course. She isn’t so well as we might have hoped since that affair—this disagreement between you, this insult which she feels you have put upon her.” “Tnsult!"’ exclaimed Mr. Payne. “Certainly. Why not?” inquired Mr. Fisher, trying to speak fairly and judi- ciously. ‘‘Why not, if you look at it broadly?” “Tnsult!”” repeated Mr. Payne, and stopped, swallowing quite openly. ‘Tell me,” he said in the voice of one able to wait no longer, “‘how isshe? Is she dangerously ill?” “No more perhaps than might be ex- pected,” said Mr. Fisher. ‘‘She has lost per- haps five pounds in weight. We are thinking of sending her to Florida before long. “Of course,”’ he said, “I can see how you both feel. But I have felt for some time that if you could only get together in some way; if you could only effect a compromise in this matter—a compromise—a compro- mise is the thing always,’’ commented Mr. Fisher reflectively, “in all business of any consequence. And if you would only con- | ” sent to see her and discuss —— “‘Consent to see her!” cried Mr. Payne. “Consent tosee her! I cannot see her. She will not see me. She has stated so over and possible,” replied Mr. Fisher thoughtfully—‘“‘ possible that I could ar- range it so you might see her.” “Not with her consent,” said Mr. Payne “T know that too well now.” “Well, without it then,” returned Mr. Fisher. ‘‘Would you—could you arrange to drop in her2 at, say, four o'clock this afternoon?” “Why, certainly!” answered Mr. Payne. “T think, if so,”’ said Mr. Fisher—“‘if so I could get her in here.” “To meet me?” cried Mr. Payne eagerly. “Not to her knowledge, you under- stand,”’ said Mr. Fisher, ‘“‘but upon some pretext or other. And then you yourself could happen in—to see me. The office of course at that time of day would probably be empty, I myself going out. She would naturally be in my private room alone.” Mr. Payne quite clearly while Mr. Fisher was speaking was the prey to active internal emotional struggle. ” es They have studied Each ingredient in a scientif Every flavor, every blend was the su ect of countless comparison No such flavor Was ever atta dish ¢ ined tn thi \ Evaporated Milk Chili Con Carne Soups Prepared in the Van Cam " CG ma ps iS . LILI oO =e) Other Van Camp Products Include Catsup ecrets of Van Camp’s Spaghetti In a littl community— and only one they produce a remarkable cheese. Every ounce used in Van Camp Spaghetti comes trom there And we age a year to pertect the flavor. Without that cheese one can never make Spaghetti like Van Camp . 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i ( sid at once. “T’ll do it For I must at least see with my if she is really ill.” 1x jo N Mr. P 1e came in the great | : om deserted, with no tive-minded inhabit- e fragrance high een a“ before except Che great ng of the stock clock, dom- eemed you n It was so still, in Mr ayne’s heart sank within turned the handle *Private”’ and office } tly four o'clock, nee whict erthele he glase door marked d ; *Billikins!*" said fail to recognize “po illy?”’ Mr. Pa in the a voice W hich he could you've come vne stood for a moment speech- doorway aid hoarsely then, and like a She was very pale, he >and thin And y , he ob- ed, she wore an entirely new hat ‘You!” she said, and rose with a flare of udden color to her cheeks ‘You here in New Y orkt”’ Yes,’ said Mr. Payne Hie was deeply chilled by the growing ldness of her and manner, her ob wntment at his being even in the *\ turned voice ous re ame cl ‘Yes,”’ he said you.” ‘Haven't I told ently,” she inquired coldly uur face again? And now he saw that all was there was no possibility of reéstablishing between them; and immediately came back to him, that despair the desperate theoretical Jostonian, the New Eng in the forlorn hope; felt in that shell I felt that I must again, “* shown you suffi ‘that I never you wished to see over—that relations his courage murage courage of the in the lost cause yurage that he Argonne You are right,”’ he said was lost but going ause he knew he hould on principle ‘I realize that I was But | want to say so ne lander the ame ct hole in the eeing that al! on bee ill at fault, alway rectiy be fore I leave you fi thy And at this Miss Fisher, av at down rather suddenly by the side of the iiniature director of herfather. He could not help but realize then how frail and and pale and inexperienced she was ‘Il know,” he said, “that you are anx ious that I go and leave you Your father,”’ he continued in her silence, “has no doubt told you the arrangement he has made concerning that matter in dispute be tween us.’ She made way or the other, sitting looking at him very pale and cold, with a face full of scornful expre sionlessness ‘He will, ued Mr. Payne. fied. I hope you will be; it will be very easy to have What ever you wish,”’ Mr. Payne assured her ‘will be done exactly. For you have more brains and worth and value,”’ he told her suddenly, “in your little finger than I have in my whole body ‘But that,” continued Mr. Payne, ‘‘is not what I want to talk about—what I must take up—in the few moments I have before I go finally—for the last time.” And he stopped, for it seemed to him he heard a faint smothered ejaculation from her lips ‘I could not go,” iain "table young no response to this one if he has not already,” contin ‘[ think you will be satis and if you are not you so he said. “I could not pd myself by going without telling yo " he said, and stopped W me ?” asked Miss Fisher finally from beside him, seated at the side of the minia- ture directors’ table *‘What—of everything you have meant everything that was frank and fine and inexperienced,” said Mr. to me; ind girlish Payne. ‘Oh!” cried Miss ‘But now of course,” realize that what I hoped is “Oh!” said Miss Fishe vudly. “I angered you,"’ went on Mr ifter a moment's waiting. “Y ulted you. I can—can see forgive me. But I want you ifter years ”* he said, and stopped ‘Oh! Oh!” Miss Fisher was crying igain ‘But I want you to realize,”” Mr. Payne continued after a further break, “that in thing— one only you were wrong Fis! er. said Mr. Payne, not to be.” again, more | Payne mu felt that I you cannot to realize in one THE SATURDAY whatever I did—whatever I said-—I did inadvertently, on what I thought was principle—on principle,” he said, and stopped suddenly, much agitated. “Oh! Oh!” said Miss Fisher, and with a cry of sudden anguish threw her upper body face downward upon the miniature directors’ table Mr. Payne of Boston and Montana, hear- ing her, sprang to her side. ‘What is it?” he asked in genuine als arm. “What is it? Shall I send for someone? “Oh! Oh!” cried Miss Fisher again, but did not answer him directly; merely lay there face downward, shaken by an excess of pain and grief “What is it? What is it?” cried Mr. Payne, still more genuinely alarmed and, seating himself beside her, drew lightly at her shoulder to attract her attention. He felt that he had never touched anything so frail and helpless, so priceless and so fragile. She yielded only slightly to his gentle in- sistence. ‘What is it?” he said, exerting just a little more strength to see her face. *Don’t!” she said, still hiding it. “What is it? What is it?” reiterated Mr. Payne. And suddenly again her parox- ysms of pain and grief, or whatever it might be, returned to her “Oh! Oh! Oh!” cried Miss Deborah Fisher, her face hopelessly concealed from him by her arms, and stamped with her small foot in the intensity of her emotions. *What— what " eried Mr. Payne, coming closer and closer in his anxiety to relieve her. “What is it?” he exclaimed, and now, gently pulling at her arm, almost uncovered her face. “ What is it?” “Oh! Oh!” she said, answering when he could almost see her face a Bostonian!” ‘Why?” asked Mr. pulling at her shoulder, behind which her face had again disappeared. ““Why? Why should you say that?” he cried to her now, now pulling gently but more firmly at her arm. “Why do you say that?” “They aren't human! They aren't hu- man, that’s why!” she cried “Oh, no, don’t say that! Don't say that!" said Mr ene anxiously, still drawing ay or ut insistently at her shoulder. And all of a sudden he felt his hand come into contact with a very warm, smooth, tear-stained cheek. “Don’t say that! Don't say that! That isn’t so! That isn’t so! That isn’t so!” cried Mr Payne with a sudden outpouring of thick and hasty speech at the end of which he found himself, to his intense surprise, face downward upon the miniature directors’ table with the contact of a warm. smooth, tear-stained face against his own right cheek ‘It isn’t so!” repeated Mr. Payne firmly after a few moments, and he now found his right hand vigorously patting the small shoulder farther from him as they still sat side by side, face downward upon the miniature directors’ table ‘Do you really mean it?” said Miss Fisher, finally consenting to look up. And he saw with delight the fascinating angle which her new hat made where it tipped slightly over her left eye ‘Will you do anything I say him then with a frank, wet glance. anything I say?” ‘Anything! Payne “About that money “Anything!” Mr. ‘Anything you say.” ‘I thought you would would be sensible,” she said, talked it over.”’ *‘Then—then you know plan?” said Mr. Payne, prised “Oh, yes, said quite calmly just how we could do it. comfort to know, too, isn't it?” she continued ‘What is?” asked Mr. Payne happily. ‘That it will be all—all ours; that that confounded grasping old Government won't have to get a cent of it so long as we live and are happy together.” And suddenly, very frankly, him on the end of his nose. “How cold your hands are!” she then. “My! It came to Mr. Payne, sitting there with her, how little in the past he “had appre- ciated woman—all her deeper powers, her deeper principles of action. No one, it seemed to him, of all those who had ex- pressed themselves on her in prose or rime that is it? at last, *Darn Payne defensively, ?” she asked “About Anything!" promised Mr. o" Payne reasserted. I thought you “when we about it somewhat our sur- I thought it out myself,”” she “almost everything And it’s a great about everything, she kissed said EVENING POST had ever done justice to woman as she really was—to her sagacity, her foresight, the real grasp of fundamentals in which her mind so much surpasses the often more showy intelligence of the male; to that something, that deep, underlying, intangible something in feminine nature which stands and will always stand as surety for the per- manence of purpose and achievement in both the individual and the race. (THE END Civil Service February 10, 1920. Editor, THe SATURDAY EVENING Post, Philadelphia. Sir: You were good enough to send the Commission on January 16 a letter from Mr. Arthur Bullard, of 1228 Seventeenth Street, Washington, the author of an article appearing in your issue of December 27 under the title of ‘“‘ Dollar-a-Year Men on Polities,”” concerning which the Commis- sion wrote you on January 3. The Com- mission finds Mr. Bullard’s letter very interesting As was pointed out in letter of January 3 to you, two of the principal criticisms found in the article were, first, that promotions within the service were made according to seniority, and, second, that a cabinet officer cannot remove a civil-service employee. Mr. Bullard in his article quoted certain dollar-a-year men as saying with regard to seniority, “Appointment on the basis of competitive examinations, permanent ten- ure of office, promotion by rote, the senior- ity rule.”” In his letter Mr. Bullard says, “Of course, there is not a hard and fast adherence to the seniority rule. The boy who is taken in as messenger does not go up by rote.”’ In his article he quoted someone as say- ing with reference to cabinet officers, “‘ His relation to his subordinates is just as gro- He cannot discharge them—they are protected by civil service—and so has no real control over them.”” Mr. Bullard in his letter says, “It is true that the ap- pointment officer can remove appointees ‘for cause.’’’ We are glad to have Mr. Bullard add his testimony to our own that the statements appearing in the article in question were not correct. No one claims that the Government service or the civil- service system is perfect, and so far as the Commission is concerned it has always been its policy to welcome constructive criticism, but it quite naturally objects to statements concerning the service which are manifestly not in accordance with the facts It will serve no purpose to enter into a discussion of the statements made in Mr. Bullard’s letter. The Commission cannot refrain from pointing out, however, that many of the superior positions in the gov- ernment service are filled through compe- tition instead of political appointment, though we agree that the service would be improved if more of them were. It is our opinion, whatever may be said to the contrary, that generally methods of selecting employees followed by business concerns are far less satisfactory than the Government's method, and that many con- cerns succeed not because of these methods but in spite of them. In recent years the larger corporations have given greater attention to this prob- lem, with the result that many have adopted systems of selection quite similar to the Government's; and contrary to Mr. Bul- lard’s view, many personnel managers of these larger corporations seek suggestions and advice from this Commission and in- vite the Commission to send representa- tives to their conventions for cgnference with them. By direction of the Commission: Very respectfully, (Signed) MARTIN A, Morrison, President. tesque WASHINGTON, D. C. March 13, 1920. SATURDAY EVENING Post. Dear Sir: Your letter of March ninth at hand. Early in January you sent me a copy of Mr. Morrison's letter, to which I replied on the twelfth. Most of the business men who volun- teered for war work here in Washington did not, in all probability, read the law which Mr. Morrison quotes. They were faced by a condition, not a theory. The Editor, THE S June 19,1920 experience they had here during the war did not give them the impression that the Civil Service regulations were perfect, nor even so good as the personnel work of the businesses with which they were familiar. None of them, as far as I know, have te up their former practice to copy the Civil Service regulations. The reason which business men give in favor of the ordinary business practice as against the Civil Service regulations is the superior elasticity of the former. They find it easier to move men about, to give rapid promotion to exceptional talent, to get rid of the listless and inefficient. Of course, there is not a hard and fast adherence to the seniority rule. The boy who is taken in as a messenger does not go up by rote. Some youngsters by very marked ability do go ahead a short way quite rapidly, but on the whole the ad- herence to the seniority rule is very much closer in Government than in private busi- ness. The young people in the Civil Serv- ice—just like the West Point graduate in peacetimes—can figure out the average mortality among their superiors and make a fairly reliable chart of the dates of their future promotions. The young man in Civil Service has no real hope of ever working up to the top. The chief jobs are political appointments. For instance, in the Diplomatic Service the top rung of the ladder is “Counsellor of Embassy.’’ Ambassadors and Ministers, with very few exceptions, are chosen from outside the Service. The esprit of the whole Civil Service would be immensely im- proved if these higher positions were incor- porated in the classified lists, but until this is done the civil servant will lack the in- centive which the employee of private business has from the knowledge that hard work and high ability may lead to mem- bership in the firm It is equally true that the business man coming to Washington for war work was deeply impressed by the lack of real con- trol over Civil Service employees similar to what he was accustomed to in his own af- fairs. I have read carefully the regulations forwarded by Mr. Morrison. In spite of the letter of the law, the present practice is generally a reaction—a very laudable and necessary reaction —from the old spoils sys- tem, where the tenure of office in Govern- ment service was dependent on campaign contributions. In an effort to protect the employees from the danger of discharge because of politics, safeguards were con- trived which, when compared with the ap- pointment practice successful in efficient business, seem too rigid to men who were used to choosing, promoting and firing their staff under the pressure of making their enterprises earn profits. A careful report on the subject was pre- pared by the Food Administration, and as a result a special exemption was made for them, allowing them more latitude in em- ployment than in the regular Government bureaus. It is not only business men who bring such criticism against the Civil Service. The Honorable Franklin K. Lane, in his letter to the President, on leaving the De- partment of the Interior, expressed the same criticism in somewhat different words. None of the dollar-a-year men with whom I talked while gathering material for my article wished to minimize the tremendous good which the Civil Service reform has rendered. The old spoils system is well dead, and it is an achievement of which the Civil Service Commission may be very proud that the day is past when campaign managers go through the Washington bu- reaus with their subscription blanks and force contributions from all government employees. We are going to have some Civil Service regulations. Return to the old spoils system is unthinkable. The Civil Service Commis- sion will, in my opinion, best serve its pur- pose if it keeps an open ear for all honest criticism. Their work has been good infinitely better than the old system. It is very generally highly appreciated by every- one who knows anything about it, but it is not yet as efficient as the personnel work of half a dozen large corporations. It is even doubtful if we have succeeded in building up as efficient and effective a Civil Service as has been done in other coun- tries—for instance, Switzerland. The only thing which could stop the steady improve- ment of our Civil Service would be a satis- fied attitude that it is already perfect and too sacred for criticism. Cordially, ARTHUR BULLARD.

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a stains, mud stains, damp- ness stains—they all come right off my white shoes at a touch of Bon Ami. It does not paint a temporary layer of white over a layer of grime as some shoe whiteners do; but it uncovers the original white and makes the shoes Se cette: ent” mc pit se much water—don't sop the shoes. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Bon Ami for white canvas, cloth and all white leathers except kid. look like new again. (You don’t need any shoe whitener until the original white is actually worn through; and even then you should clean the shoes with Bon Ami first to give the whitener a clean foundation, permitting a thin coatingtoavoidthe flaky filled-uplook!) You can use either the cake or powder form of Bon Ami. Avoid too Shoe trees are helpful. Use Made in both ( ake and pow der form Hasi t scratched yet”’ ,

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST SPADA A ADSM AL AAML LSAGALILUAALLJUALLA MAMRAAR SL ,et i i ry your town June 19,1920 Quakies have come to Over the way, at your grocers, these Three Good Spirits dwell Dear boys and girl You know, what grown-ups sometimes forget, that everywhere about us live Good Spirits, Elves and Pixi This is the story of Three Good Spirits that live in a box of corn flakes—a fairy box of a new kind ot flakes, like tho while we tell it hown in the picture Listen Long, long ago when the Quakers first came to America the cruel winter came upon them and caught them without food Then the Indians, whom the Quakers had be friended, brought them corn to stay their hunger And this is the story the Indians told the Quakers when they taught them why the corn was good. In the corn, the Indians said, the Great Spirit had caused to dwell the Three Good Spirits of Beautiful Youth—the Spirit of Strength, the Spirit of Courage, and the Spirit of Truth And unto him who ate the corn entered these Three Good Spirits, and he became strong and brave and true Now we bring them to you Three Good caught them in fairy Now we have caught for you these Spirits of Beautiful Youth flakes of corn We have named these fairy flakes the Quaker Quakies. The warm spring rains have sweetened them as they do the maple tree ; the summer suns have colored them a golden brown; and the autumn winds have crisped them to a new deliciousness. Now the Quakies have come to your town, and just over the way at your grocer’s these Three Good Spirits dwell And when mother fills your bowl with Quaker Quakies tomorrow morning you, too, like the little Quaker and Indian boys and girls, can become strong and brave and true from these Three Good Spirits of Beautiful Youth. The Quaker Oats Company, 1056 Railway Exchange Building, Chicago, U. S. A. The Quaker Oats Company

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—— — eae Instead of curing him of his passion the af- fair only served to excite it to a hotter flame. The first time he could walk, his shaking legs carried him past the house of Ynez Jiminez in the hope that he might obtain a glimpse of her. But Antonia was too angry with him even to reward his vigil by carelessly moving past her window, and poor Gon- zales returned home in a distressful state. There were other suitors too. No girl in all that region could hold a candle to An- tonia for beauty and vivacity of spirit. It was well known, moreover, that the old man had been careful and saving, so that a handsome sum might be expected to go with the daughter. Consequently all the youths round there set about winning her favorable consideration. Months went by and then on a night Pablo Urbina swooped upon Mezquital with myself and two thousand men. The garrison was taken by surprise. Many of them were partially stupefied by the poisonous drink known as so- tol and were dan- cing with their women to the tune of La Cucaracha when they heard our thundering shouts of ‘* Viva Urbina!” The wretches rushed pell-mell into the streets with their frantic females clinging to them, and terrible scenes ensued. The night was extremely dark and cloudy. A mild wind kissed the blossoms, scatter- ing their fragrance and scents, chat- ting faintly with the sighing leaves of the trees, indif- ferent witnesses of the tragedy. By goodness, sir, we drove them head- long before us so that they could never rally. There were no superior officers on hand to lead them or direct their fighting; the commander was asleep when the alarm sounded, and he fled out of the city in his under- clothes on a burro. We were in undis- ~~ possession of Mezquital before dawn, with seven hundred persons, five cannon and twenty machine guns. Awakened by the firing and the screams of the neighbors Antonia jumped out of bed at the first onset and dressed. Just in time! Hardly had she got her clothes on than there came a big thump on the front door and a harsh voice commanded “Open! Open up!” Tonita shook in her little shoes, sir. What fate lay in store for her, there behind that frail berrier? She knew well what a captured city had to expect from thé out- laws, and she shuddered. The marauder on the outsice continued to shout, emphasizing his orders by pound- ing with the butt of a rifle against the wood, and at last the Sefior Jiminez decided he must admit him. He went to the door all atremble and opened it about half an inch. ‘What do you want?” he quavered. “We are peaceful folk here who have never harmed anybody. Only my old wife and myself are in the house, Excellency, and we have nothing worthy of your trouble.” But the soldier was not to be put off in that manner. He stuck his foot inside the door, pushed it wide open, and paying no attention whatsoever to Ynez Jim{inez, strode straight toward Antonia’s room. “Hi! Wait a minute!’’ begged the ago- nized father. ‘“‘You cannot get in there. Oh, my poor Antonia! She’s lost.” THE SATURDAY EVENING POST (Continued from Page 4) His daughter heard him, but she had also heard the footfall of the bold soldier; and suddenly, her door was flung back and she stood revealed in the lamplight. “Tomas!” she cried. “Tofnita! Tofita!” The lovers rushed into each other’s arms. They embraced, shedding tears of joy. By goodness, was it not beautiful, sir? “But how—did you—get here?” panted the lovely girl when she could catch her breath because of the so terrible force with which this Dozal hugged her. “TI have captured the city,” Tomas proudly. “What? You? Alone? Or are you in command of this army whose shouts I hear?” “Well, not exactly that,” explained Dozal an- swered; very slow to admit it. “A man i And, by Goodness, We Did It! We Fell Upon named Urbina is the general just now. But I am a sergeant and the best fighter in the whole bunch.” Well, sir, the old man was quite as glad to see Tomas as his daughter could be. It meant protection and safety for his home. He wept as he patted the honest fellow’s back, the while Tofiita caressed him with her nice violet eyes. “And you will never run away from me again?’’ she asked with passion. “Never! We will never part, I and you. I swear it.’ Neither she nor her father dreamed of what was in his mind when he uttered these fateful words. However, they learned before the day was out, for at noon Pablo Urbina sent for me and said—‘‘Get to- gether all we can carry with us, Don Dario. The rascally Murguia is coming up from the south with four thousand seasoned troops, and we must beat it quick. This place is easy to take, but hard to hold.” Accordingly I took a bunch of picked men and made the rounds of all the shops and residences named in the list my general gave tome. We collected a huge amount of booty, consisting of grain and food and merchandise of the better sort; also jew- elry and household things that could be converted into money. About four o’clock in the afternoon we were all set to go, and Tomas presented himself at the house of the Sefior Jim{inez leading a sleek gray mule he had appropri- ated from the stable of the father of Miguel Gonzales. He had been drinking beer and he gazed about him like a je. fe. “Where are you bound?” asked Sefiora Jiminez. “We leave for the north in an hour.’ “But what is to become of me?” An- tonia wailed. ‘“‘You promised we would never be separated again.” This Dozal looked at her and answered very importantly—‘‘And I intend to keep my promise. Get ready to go with me. This mule is for you. See how gentle he is and how easy is his gait.” The doting parents were now almost be- side themselves. “‘What! Take her from us? And with the army? You are mad, Dozal! She is only a child. Think what Those Devils and Scattered Them Like Chaff you are doing. Think what danger $ They raised more noise than a bunch of parrots, sir. So Tomas bent his brows on them, thereby acquiring a more fier countenance. ‘** Peace, old crow,” he cried to the father. “*She belongs to me. When I was poor and in distress you repulsed me from this house with beatings and harsh words. And now I come as a conqueror to claim my own You see before you a man of humble birth and no education, but a man of heart and indomitable will. I will not tolerate to be given orders by no one on earth. What do I care about the dreaded future? Not any! Power! Power shail be mine! Hustle and get your clothes, girl.”’ This Dozal had certainly drunk too much beer, in my opinion. What do you think, sir? ‘Yes. I will be the entire state some day — perhaps of the world some other time So ea me: Listen to the words of one who is going far from here ind may never return, but who bears in his soul truth and honesty. I will take good care of your fair Antonia. She shall be a e lady when we have swept this scum off thes arth. That’s the kind of a guy l am By goodness, what do you know about that! The weeping mother standing there before him, wringing her hands as she saw her beloved child about to be torn from her factotum of this THE ROMANCE OF TOMAS DOZAL arms—the distressed father, divided | tween his love and his fears. The spectacl moved Tomas Dozal not at all. He sat at ease on his horse, watching them and per spiring comfortably. “Go get your things, Tofiita,”’ he con manded. “I have got to beat it. We leave in a few minutes and this guy Urbina do« not wait for nobody.” And little Antonia, sir, never hesitated She ran swiftly into her bedroom and rolled some clothes into a bundle. The out ‘ came, carrying it and a broker ‘doll in het slim arms, and Tomas helped her to get up on the mule. “What's this?”’ pointing to the doll *Mine.”” She turned all red, Tofiita did ‘Let me keep her. Lean never give he rup.”’ Thesergeant made noreply, but motioned to the distressed father to let go of the mule’ bridle and get out of the way “Mychild! My child! Give me back my child!” shrieked Sefora Jiminez But this Dozal, Sir, pa d no atter tior He started drayyit rithe along by the r before the for parents had half finished earessing their lost laml Antoniadid not ery out, nor forbid it No; she settled herself in the sad dle, tucked the doll in the hollow of one arm, and wiped away the tears that were streaking her face “Now you are mt pele, Toma she said gayly, yet with a sort of a sob in her voice “Sure,” replied the seryveant, ing up tike " rooster; “I'm th hoes.” So Antor 1 We I with Tom: the army, and be came a camp fo lower. How is tl for devotion, She cooked fo Do il, ind Ww ed trv nowu 1 In whe | nee ! ilso \ mt mare} Por trudged | A nh the other v whe we Vv ft I adversity : did not have railroad trair She carried ll herowr bel nyiny il in of this Dozal's, too, for Tomas was or sergeant and no sooner did Pablo | clap eyes on the mule he rode tha ne formed the opinion that the beast w | make an excellent pack animal for amn tion. Therefore, Antonia had to wall The girl did not complair She ” lost a good deal of her prettiness, what with the hard work, sir, and carrying ver heavy loads for miles and miles; but tl aa A opr hvirg doing it, so why not she We had about nine hundred w vit our poh wen , for women play an import part in every campaign in Mexico, The form one of the most valuable branche any force. Why, sir, if thrown on hi resources | doubt if the Mexican soldier could get along. Our system is t} I soldier is SUPpPO ed to cook for himself, do his own washing, and feed himself whe the towns We have no comm if you understand it. If the arn the soldiers receive flour and grair HH r, frijoles : his mainstay and he « them with fortilla The women attend f ill this work in order that their mer of tranquil mind and free for the fig ‘ ' , res; the women are the ur iT they are often also the chief mea of tra port for supplies. On the march they shame most men. When an army

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE CROSS STITCH STOPS THE GARTER RUN HOSIERY Haven’t you always wanted to wear silky, lus- trous hosiery withthe sat- isfaction of knowing you won’t be annoyed with garter runs? Well, it’s really very easy to get this satisfaction in hosiery— just mention style No. 564. The cross stitch does prevent garter runs, and you have only to ex- amine it to be convinced of its quality. Just remember two words — TRUE SHAPE. <i Bhi TRUE SHAPE HOSIERY COMPANY PHILADELPHIA ee Lae ears. oe ee ECG ek Aum OR, Fe | | to start for a new camp the women hit straight across country, walking day and night and carrying bedding, pots, food, children and all their worldly possessions. Often it means a march of thirty miles, but by the time the tired soldiers get there the fires are going and the beans are at the boil. Sir, our women are always beside us to help. Afoot, over the highest mountains, taking routes where no water can be found earthen pots on their backs or in their hands, a pan for baking fortillas, a tin of water, bedding, and clothes on their heads, children toddling at their heels or clinging at their skirts—they toil along to keep up with and aid the soldiers. Often have I seen one give birth on the march, when no medical assistance was possible; and sev- eral times, during disastrous retreats, we have left a trail of dead women and horses. They are ignorant and dirty—yes—and they quarrel over their men and pull hair, but, by goodness, sir, I salute them! Now, little Antonia was a dandy cook, having been carefully raised by her mother, and Tomas received so many compliments ; on his wife that he grew surly at last and | several fights took place, for he was of a | mean and selfish nature. But Tofiita never | gave him cause for jealousy any more. Perhaps the affair with Miguel Gonzales had taught her a lesson. What is your opinion? It was a brave sight to see Antonia and | the other women when General Urbina captured some trains and the camp fol- lowers were able to travel like grand ladies. We loaded as many as fifty into one freight | car, but they did not appear to mind a | little crowding. When there was not room enough inside they rode on top. Antonia grew very expert at this. She could sleep | peacefully over the roughest roadbed, and rolled off only once. That happened when | the train came to a sudden stop at a burned- | out bridge, so she was not left behind; yet Dozal reproached her. “You must be more eareful,” he said crossly. ‘For if you should fall off and be killed I would have nobody to cook for me.” And Antonia promised that she would be on her guard in the future. They cooked the meals right on the floor | of the car, over a fire of charcoal or chips. By spreading sand they prevented the flames eating through the boards, but often | the air grew so blue with smoke that An- | tonia could not see her hand in front of her nose and everybody coughed a great deal. Which was quite different to the comfort of her home in Mezquital, sir; but Antonia was happy and sang as they bumped along or as she washed the shirt of Tomas Dozal on the rocks in the river. For was she not with the man she loved? She was proud of Tomd4s too. He was very plucky; yes. Whenever Pablo Urbina | asked for volunteers to scout out a dan- | gerous position or blow up a house with dynamite under enemy fire or throw some bombs into the midst of the Federals, up | stepped Dozal. “I'm the bravest one in the whole bunch, mi general,”’ he would bellow, “‘let me go.”’ By reason of this fearless spirit and be- | eause he worked very hard also, the general promote d him to be a lieutenant. Antonia was the proudest woman in Mexico that day. She had a fight with the wife of Rafael Fraustro, because the wife of Rafael Frau- stro laughed a nasty laugh when she went by with some new clothes Tomas had looted at the capture of a passenger train. His specialty was roping machine guns. That was what this Tomas liked best of all to do, sir. You think it cannot be done? Well, Tomds Dozal did it, not once but a dozen times, However, he tried it once too often for his own good. That was in the battle we had with Murguia’s forces at the beautiful plantation known as La Loma. The enémy held the church and had sharpshooters on the roofs of all the houses, but what caused the most havoe in our attacking column was a machine gun placed in front of the church, which commanded the street up which we had to advance. | ‘They raked us cruelly with this weapon so that we were driven back to take shelter. Every attack we attempted was broken up, until Pablo Urbina fell into a rage and shouted: ‘‘What? Do I have to lead you myself? Come on, then! Follow me!” At this moment Tom4s Dozal spurred forward and saluted. “T will put that gun out of business, mi general,” he cried at the top of his lungs. “Good! Here’s a man of my own kidney. How many will you need for the job?” June 19,1920 This Tomas laughed. Yes; he laughed out loud right in the face of Pablo Urbina. “Keep your toy soldiers, general,” he said; ‘I ean do this little job myself.” “Ts the man crazy?” retorted Urbina. ““Now I am more than ever convinced this hombre uses marihuana.” “See for yourself.””,. And Tomas Dozal dashed off, sir, coiling his fifty-foot raw- hide. We lost sight of him for a few min- utes and some of the officers began to laugh, thinking it was all a big bluff, but they soon had to laugh on the other sid of their mouths. By goodness, yes! For Tomas darted suddenly out of the lane that ran beside the church, and into the square where the machine gun was. ; “Vira Urbina!” he yeiled, his rope cir- cling his head in wide loops. Whish! The noose sped toward the machine gun, sir, and fell fairly over it. Then this Dozal dug the spurs into his horse and dragged that weapon clean away from the rascals who were operating it. A rain of rifle bullets greeted him; and next thing we knew, Dozal was down. He was down on the ground with his horse heaving and lashing out with its heels in the death agony. I looked toward Pablo Urbina, who seemed to be measuring the distance be- tween our forces and the church; but as he hesitated a woman ran out of the very lane from which Dozal had himself emerged and sped to where he lay. Her hair was down and streamed in the breeze. It was An- tonia, sir. How she got there I cannot say; but there she was racing against death toward her lover. Not a glance did she give to the enemy soldiers sweatily reloading their rifles at the church door and fumbling in their haste; not a thought for the sharpshooters on the roofs, whose weapons were crackling from every side. I do not think Antonia even saw the spurts of dust that flew up all around her as she ran. The only object her eyes beheld was the still form of her man there under his horse. She reached the spot at last and threw herself on top of him, offering her young body against the falling bullets. And the dear God reached out his hand, sir, to turn them aside. Yes; how else could it have been? For Antonia escaped without a scratch. Now mark what happened. The instant Pablo Urbina espied the girl his face lighted up and he gripped the mane of his horse. The moment to strike had come and, born leader that he was, Urbina knew it. He stood up in the stirrups. “Charge! Conquer or die, boys! Let’s make a whirlpool of brothers and enemies.” And, by goodness, we did it! We fell upon those devils and scattered them like chaff. We killed over one hundred of same very dead. Then Pablo Urbina came riding back to where Antonia knelt beside her lover. “Are you hurt?” he asked. “Oh, no, Excellency. But Tomas is dead Oh, he is dead!” “Nonsense! Do not talk foolishness, child. They could not kill Dozal. The beloved Ruler of the Universe takes care of fools. Besides, a pretty girl like you should not spoil your eyes by weeping. There's just as good men left alive.” He spoke no more than the truth, sir, but I think that Urbina erred in mentioning the fact, do you not? For it could not be denied that Tom4s Dozal had served him well that day. Perhaps, only for him, we would have suffered a defeat. However, Antonia did not resent his words. She paid no further attention to General Urbina, but continued to stanch Dozal’s wounds with a piece of cloth torn from her waist. And this Tomas was not killed at all. He had been hit in five places, but none of them was fatal @nd his strength was such that he was on the road to recovery within a month. For this feat Pablo Urbina promoted him to be a colonel and gave him a separate command of six hundred men and the town of Saucito and all the surrounding region. Then he moved on with his army to more important things. And Dozal became a jefe and lorded it over miles of country. However, the change in his circumstances wrought only evil, sir, which is frequently the case. The majority of men can behave respectably while poor and humble, since they cannot well do otherwise; but the mettle of a man is tested when prosperity and power are given unto him. Control of a district and its population seemed to turn the head of Tomas Dozal. (Continued on Page 76)

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The ignorant pelados looked up to him almost as a god because of the contempt for danger he showed. Yes; Tomas was a very lion of the mountains. Also, he had taken a leaf from the book of Pablo Urbina and always saw to it that his men were well fed and got their pay as regularly as Dozal could raise the money. He was not like those chief- tains—and a lot of Federal generals, sir— who turn over pay for the soldiery to officers under them and never bother to find out where it goes. There are many scoundrels in the world; by goodness, yes; and I grieve to say that in every Mexican army it is customary for the officers who handle the money ¥ appropriate a considerable portion of it to their own use, putting off with fine promises the poor wretches who do the fighting. The result is disaffection and disloyalty. Often, right in the midst of a battle, I have seen a whole command desert the Federal flag to ally themselves with us This Dozal understood very well indeed the nature of his roughnecks. He knew the way to their hearts and how to keep them loyal to him. Many a time has he entered country taverns where they were celebrat- ing a victory to scatter money to his fol- lowers. “Merry days, boys! What do you all need? Let it be known for once and always that for the striving bunch there will ever be plenty of dough. Never forget to observe theeverlasting practice of the wise— namely, to provide for oneself with your neighbors’ belongings. Now, let the music hit up La Cucaracha and, dear muchachitos, shake your hooves, cough your lungs out, and keep along with the tune.” ‘Bravo! Bravo!” By goodness, what do you know about that! It is a sad admission to make, but it is a fact, that his ideas are popular among most of the revolutionaries in my distressed country. With the growth of his power, relations between Tomas and Antonia soon became strained. The colonel was very ambitious to have a son to whom he might pass along the possessions he was rapidly accumulat- ing, but Antonia presented him with no children whatsoever, sir, neither nor daughter. Being of an outspoken and surly temperament, Dozal did not hesitate to reproach her on this point, and many unpleasant scenes took place Also, Tofiita was very jealous. Her own beauty faded fast, which is a misfortune that overtakes women of her class at an early age in my country, and it was inevita- ble that Dozal should find temptation in his way now that he was undisputed lord of that region. There are always women who set their caps for greatness, and this stupid fellow fell easy victim to their wiles. Barely a year had elapsed since his pro- motion to a separate command when he gave a great ball in the big white house which served as his headquarters, to which were invited all the people of consequence for miles around. And guess who this affair was in honor of! Not Antonia, but the Sefiora Rosa Ruiz. This Sefiora Rosa was the widow of a rich plantation owner, who had bequeathed her vast estates in those parts, stocked with cattle and fruit orchards and fine big barns. It so happened that she was extremely beautiful and ambitious beyond telling. Having heard so much about the bravery of Colonel Dozal and how highly his general thought of him, she set about ensnaring his affections, hoping thereby to place her- self on a pinnacle of greatness by advancing the fortunes of so promising a soldier. The presence of Antonia did not deter her in the least. You see, sir, owing to the wild and precarious life Tomas had lived, as an outlaw and with the forces of Urbina, no ceremony had ever been performed be- tween himself and little Antonia. Under the circumstances in which they found themselves this was apt to happen, yet regarded the unions as mar- riages. However, now that he was climbing the ladder of fame, Tiomds chose to ignore her rightful status, so it is probable that if son EVENING POST Sefiora Ruiz knew of Tofiita’s existence she shut her eyes and regarded her presence in the colonel’s house with the tolerance a woman of the world would feel toward the escapades of a dashing soldier. However, Antonia attended the ball, sir, and in a dandy dress like a fine lady. She had taken care to bathe and make herself nice and clean. Also, she had rubbed glyc- erin on her face and then rice powder, so that Tofiita was far sweeter in her simple costume than the Sefiora Rosa in her finery. Moreover, Antonia wore a beautiful green flowered shaw] her mother had once given to her. Alas, all her coquettish arts accomplished nothing. The infatuated Toma4s had no eyes for anybody but the wealthy widow. He danced with her half a dozen times, to the neglect of Tofiita, and after the ball was over a dreadful scene took place. There were flashing tears and shrieks, and a little harmless knife play which Dozal easily frustrated. It ended in a furious break between them. 5 So violent did Antonia become that the colonel ordered her from his house, and when she would not budge an inch he got on his dignity and said: ‘ Very well. I will ZO then ve With that, sir, he departed from the town and took up his he adquarters at a planta- tion fully forty miles distant. Antonia raised a great outcry after he had gone, but it did not bring Tomas back to her, and shortly thereafter she betook her grief to the capital city and dropped out of sight. It wasn’t long before this Tomds Dozal repented of his harshness, being prompted thereto in part by the action of the Sefiora Ruiz in preferring a handsomer man. He tried to find his little Antonia, but the capital city was in the hands of the Fed- erals, and none of the men with whom Colonel Dozal corresponded there could obtain any news of her. ‘Keep a close watch and let me know the instant she is located,” he gave orders. I do not think, sir, that this solicitude was altogether due to repentance and the wish to make amends; by no means. Tomas knew well the temper of his sweet Tofiita and felt uneasy; he wished to keep informed of her actions that he might be on guard against her revenge. What is your opinion? However, nobody could get any trace of her. Neither did her parents know what had become of their daughter. When Colo- nel Dozal inquired they truthfully replied that they assumed she was in her proper place, at his side. If not, what had hap- pened and where was their lost angel? To this Tom4s answered that Antonia had deserted him and he was as much in the dark concerning her whereabouts as they were themselves. By goodness, what a lie! There the matter rested. Tom4s Dozal proceeded to administer the country under his control te the satisfaction of Pablo Urbina, and continued to grow in influence and power. Victory seemed always to perch on his banner, so that when General Urbina fell victim to the foul treachery of assassins hired by the treacherous Federals, Colonel Dozal stepped into his shoes. He was now the most powerful chief in revolt against the central government, and to cele- brate his elevation to the command of the rebels he planned a campaign on a more ambitious scale than had ever occurred to Pablo Urbina in his wildest dreams. Meanwhile Tofiita was washing dishes and doing laundry work for the wife of a telegraph operator in the capital city, who had given her a job on sight. To this excel- lent woman she confided her story, and often the two would sit together of nights, scheming how they might bring the terrible Dozal to his knees and accomplish the down- fall and humiliation of the wicked Sefiora Rosa. For, all unknowing of the sefiora’s marriage to another man, little Antonia nursed thcughts of revenge against her. Once or twice the telegrapher’s wife un- folded their plans to her husband after the pair had gone to bed, but he showed un- easiness and scoffed at them. ““You keep out of this mess,” he warned her; “they are tough guys, these rebels, and if this Dozal should catch me mixing up in his business he'd come in here some dark night and maybe cut off my ears as a warning not to listen to gossip. Now let me sleep.” However, his wife was not so easily daunted, and night after night when the day’s work was done she and Antonia sat at the window, going over the story again June 19,1920 and again and mapping out what her action should be when the great moment came. Women are like that. Well, two years passed, sir. And this fellow Tom4s Dozal won so great a victory near Canatlan that the rascally enemy was completely demoralized and resolved to evacuate the capital city itself. When the people heard of it some rejoiced and others were in a frenzy of fear. The telegrapher, being in the employ of the established gov- ernment, naturally expected no mercy and was for fleeing with his family and posses- sions immediately, it did not matter where. “*They will shoot me, or put me in prison at the very least. So hurry,” he told his wife. Then Antonia spoke up: “ No, you must stay. They will not harm you. Remain here and I will answer for your safety. I swear it.’ You may well believe, sir, that the teleg- rapher placed small faith in this assuranc e, but his wife trusted Antonia implicitly and announced her intention of remaining. So they stayed, although the husband grum- bled. The next day the army of General Dozal entered the city amid tumult and rejoic ing. A proud man that day was Tomas, full of importance and gin. I rode close to him as a member of his staff, having served in that capacity since the death of Pablo Urbina. Well, we took peaceful possession and organized the city. Then Dozal ordered me to admit those who wished an audience to present their petitions, for it was his policy to listen to all, no matter how humble Guess who the first petitioner was, sir! Guess who headed the line of applicants for his favors!—none but Antonia herself! By goodness, but I was glad to see her again. Yet I considered it unwise for her to ap- proach the general without a little prepara- tion. Often the most desirable projects fail through clumsy handling, and when I saw the poor appearance Tofiita made it oc- curred to me that possibly Tom4s Dozal’s feelings would have to be worked upon through another channel than affection or tender memories. For I regret to say, sir, that Antonia had taken on bushels of fat and was no longer the ravishing creature whose freshness and vivacity had charmed all who frequented Dozal’s house. Most of our women bloom early and fade early, and Tofiita had broken earlier than most, what with hard work and despair born of neglect. No amount of glycerin and powder could conceal the ravages of the recent years. Moreover, her attire was not calculated to improve her appearance, poverty compelling her to wear a loose, sacklike cotton dress devoid of waistline, and a large, cheap black shawl Consequently I determined to use diplo- macy in advancing her cause. Fortunately for our conspiracy an excel- lent medium was presented. Among the applicants for an interview with the general was a young woman who had a complaint to lodge against a member of the staff. She claimed to be the abandoned wife of Cap- tain Dato, and came to the general to obtain redress and provision for herself and child. “What?” roared Tomas when he heard her story, and the veins stood out on his neck. ‘‘ He would treat a woman in this fashion, eh? Send for the captain at once, Don Darfo, and if what the poor creature says be true I will give that hombre a pill of my making.” I ran like an antelope to execute the gen- eral’s orders. Thinking that Dozal wished to reward him publicly for his part in the recent fighting, the captain smoothed his long black hair, saw to the set of his coat and came very jauntily. “Captain Dato,” said the general sternly, “*have you ever seen this lady before?”’ The captain looked, and he turned a peculiar greenish tinge, sir. “‘She is nothing to me, Excellency. I swear it. And when I was sick she deserted me.” Dozal smiled contemptuously, transfix- ing him with a dreadful glance. ‘‘ Will you answer me this, hombre? Have you ever seen any animal deny his own blood? Will you answer me that?” ““Why—that’s a surprising question—I don’t know why you ask it, mi general.” ““Answer without evasion!’ roared Tomas. ‘Have you ever seen an animal deny its blood?” “Well, Excellency—but ee “There is no ‘but.’ Isn’t that your child?”’ And in obedience to a sign from (Concluded on Page 79)

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Bh } 7 AM i —— ne, ame See Pt er eens i ’ (Concluded from Page 76) him the unfortunate mother drew back her shawl, revealing a tiny baby. By goodness, it surprised this Dato! “Mi general, I have been calumniated!” he cried. ‘‘Hear me, I beg.” ‘Silence, you big rascal, you!—who have the appearance of a civilized man, yet are lower than any animal! You have denied your own blood. Wretch, I am going t he ave you shot! jut, Excellency, I will make amends.” “Don’t waste your breath. But first tell me, viper, are you not the father of the child? Why do you try to deny it?” thun- dered Dozal. ‘Look at his ears.” We all did so. Sure enough, the boy’s ears stuck out exactly like the captain’s. Nobody could fail to see the resemblance. This Dato turned ghastly pale. He was plucky, but he saw ruin and possible death staring him in the face. “Don Darfo,” continued the general in a stifled voice, ‘make the necessary ar- rangements. Captain Dato is about to go on a long journey.” On hearing this sentence the captain took a step forward, knowing well it meant a firing squad. ‘Excellency, hear me, I beg. mistake. I will make amends.’ “Silence!’? shouted the general. What he would have said further I do not know, sir, for + that moment I judged it oppor- tune to intervene, and I whispered dis- creetly in his ear. He listened reluctantly, being a very obstinz a fe llow. “All right. All right,” he grumbled at last. ‘‘Have it your own way, Don Darfo. Go fetch a priest and let all the bells be rung. We will have a wedding instead of an execution. Now get out of my sight, you! You may be sure the captain needed no further urging; no. He beat it from there as fast as his legs would carry him, with his new-found wife at his heels “And now,” said Tomas Dozal with the complacence of a man who has performed a meritorious act, ‘“‘show the next one in, Don Darfo.”’ Well, sir, never shall I forget the general's re when he recognized that next one. A dozen different emotions conflicted for supremacy, but mostly he looked very foolish, for he discer ned the trap. “‘ Aha, so it is you, Antonia,” he s: aid i last with an attempt at lightness. And where have you been all this while? I have ” It is alla THE SATURDAY hunted for you everywhere. It seems to me that you have treated me very badly, woman.” Antonia tried to say something, but the words would not come. Yes; at sight of her old lover she forgot the carefully pre- pared speech she had rehearsed so often with the telegrapher’s wife, and could do nothing but stare at the magnificent gen- eral. The contrast between them was painfully marked, sir. Prosperity was reflected in every inch of Tomas Dozal; he was attired in a smart uniform, with all the insignia of his rank, and the habit of authority had grown so natural to him that it was obvious to the most unobservant that an impassable gulf separated the triumphant rebel chief and the poor peon woman who stood dumbly in front of him. Indeed, there was nothing to distinguish Antonia from any one of the scores of slatterns who waited outside for a word with the new ruler of the state. I now judged that the time had arrived for me to smooth the way for Antonia. “Excellency,” I ventured to murmur, “knowing your sense of justice and how strongly you feel for all helpless women, the Sefiora Antonia has dared to appear before you to request that some provision should be made for her out of your munific ence, in order that she may live in comfort.’ It was a bold step to take, sir, in view of Dozal’s fiery temper and well-known re- sentment against the least interference in his affairs; but I calculated that he could not reverse his attitude right on top of his treatment of Captain Dato. Moreover, I wished to provide him an opening to escape the importunate plea of Antonia, for our short conversation had revealed to me that she entertained a no less ambition than to assume her former status with the general. By goodness, what do you know about that! You see, Tofiita could not forget their earlier years together, and seemed blind to the barrier which circumstances had erected between herself and the conqueror, who was now at the height of his power. But it was impossible that the great General Dozal, the dictator of three states, should stoop to reward with his name an old sweetheart who had sunk to the level of bathing dishes for her living, more especially as Antonia was not the beauty she had been of old, but merely a stout, untidy woman of a disagree- able square figure, not at all calculated to excite admiration. Nobody except Antonia EVENING POST would have dreamed of such a thing is your opinion, sir? “*So that is it?"’ exclaimed Tomas Do and he took a deep breath of re ete that is the situation, is it? And what are the poor child’s circumstances, Don Darfo?"’ ‘“*She is without means of livelihood, general,” I told him, ‘and is dependent upon the charity of an excellent womar who is wife to the telegrapher at the rail road station.” “Hem!” grunted Dozal displeasingly. “But her parents in Mezquital are com fortably situated? Surely they can pro- vide for their only child, Don Darfo?” “They are both dead, Excellency,” I hastened to inform him. ‘The plague cat ried them off last winter and every bit of property belonging to the Sefior Jiminez was seized by the rascally Federals.’ All this time Antonia had not uttered a word. She stood with her gaze fixed on Tomas Dozal, more like a faithful dog wait- ing on its master than a former sweetheart at areunion. The general drummed on the table with his fingers a moment, surveying her. Then he rose and, advance ing to An- tonia, took her by the hand and said very tenderly: ‘“‘My poor Tofiita, you have judged me right. You will see that the heart of Tomas Dozal is loyal to those who have loved him. I cannot forget th when we were all the world to each other, and I am going to reward you and make provision for your future.” Antonia clung to his fingers, sir, and started to say something, but be fore she could formulate the words the general turned hastily toward me and continued: ‘Don Dario, you will escort this lady to a suitable place of residence and then report to me for further orders.” And with that, sir, he turned back to the table and I hastened to usher Antonia out- side. She wished to remain and continue the audience, but I was fearful that the triumph I h ad achieved might be spoiled by some indiscretion on her part, and I almost dragged her from the house. Yes, Tomas Dozal did not forget in the days of his prosperity the woman who had sacrificed so much for love of him. By his command she received a responsible post under the city administration, which re- moved her from the fear of want and offered steady employment. Antonia se- cured a fine job with the street-cleaning department as a whitewing at one of the busiest corners in the capital, sir. e years ., Jim Henrys ~ Column I’ve been good natured ene it all the “ years perhaps fl wasa gulat gram tl so at Fag he but iz innot get recon | 1 to the a that t lot of men don't seem to believe what I tell them Cream. about Mennen Shaving Out of the twenty or thirty million men who would use Mennen’s if the 5 would only try it once, not more than lon have nhrmed two mi becom«e ce men who tortur Just think of th themselves every morning just becau they can’t seem to gra sp the idea that 1 am actually telling less than the truth, even in my more exalted out bursts about the marvelous virtue of Mennen lather. Perh: aps it is because I have been too restrained. 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The Philosopher HAD great hopes in my tender youth Of winning a certain maiden, And all of my thoughts: and dreams in truth With lore of that lass were laden; All I could do and think and plan Was centered and fired about her; But when she married another man I worried along without her. And then I figured on wealth and fame A s things that were worth the getting, And spent long years as I sought acclaim With ple ney of toil and fre ting; But wealth and honor were not for me, And though I would never flout them I bow to Destiny's harsh decree And worry along without them. It isn’t fun when you fail to win The things that you think essential, But in time you learn to lose—and grin, A fact that is providential; The dreams that I set my heart upon Are lost—and it’s tough, don’t doubt it; Life *s left—and I quess when that is gone I'll worry along without it! — Berton Braley.

Prosaic KNEW some day you'd kiss me. I had thought How I should act, what I would feel and say How I'd resist a bit for keene r joy When I would finally let you have your way. Pe rhaps "twould come some night with our good-by, Or in the country where we went to walk: Or it could happen by the fireplace Some evening, as we sat to dream and talk. Such plans! One Sunday night you would insist On helping with the supper work, for fun, So we were left togethe Tr, u itha pan Of water, sudsy hot. I'd just begun, When you flung down the towek in your hand, And caught and kissed me in one vibrant § hock, And all I'd dreamed about for days and month Was over in three seconds, by the clock! J. Lilian Vandevere. Evening: A Woman ata Piano T SEEM to see your subtle fingers straying Over a magic keyboard, black and white ; I seem to hear you very sofily playing Enchanted fragments to the perfumed night. An oriental scent, the music rises In une rpecte d chords, in sobbing calls: Full of stranae sigh S and amorous urprises The music falls. : I see your vibrant body softly swaying: Through your veiled eyes I see blue light- nings dart; I know not what it is that you are playin 1; I only know the keyboard is my heart. Reginald Wright Kauffman. Lines on Reading the Telephone Com: pany’s Advertisement Requesting Sub« scribers te Make None But Essential Calls ADY, whe n upon my vision | 4 That advertisement appeared I, a literal precisian, Wondered, hesitated, feared. Wondered weakly as to whether I might call you up to say That the celebrated weather Was unusually nice to-day. Lady, when I read that warning, I ndecisiveness was mine. Jught I ring you every morning Just to hear you're feeling fine? a I hesitated also As I read that warning o’er As 3 whether I should call so Fre que nily as here tofore. Lady, let them raise objection It I feel I have to say What the state of my affection Isa pe n times a day! Let them deem inconsequential {ny messages of mine! I'm the judge of what's essential * * . * “Give me River, Two Two Nine.” Franklin P. Adan Daily Grace—in June OR being poor I always raise A prayer of thanks, on summer day That while my richer brothers mutter {nd curse the garlic in the butter, On meadows green I gaze-serene, And gayly munch my margarine! Margaret Matla-i

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE LOGANSPORT BREEZE ais ih | irre Capital and Labor Agree that good eyesight is essential for good work. Possibly you teel vou are not up to vour best. Have vour favorite spec ialist optical examine your eyes and, if glasse s are needed, suggest that he supply you with the carefully made, good- highly cflicient Quality Bevond Question Jor than Fifty Years looking, Spec tacles KK. Kirstein Sons Co, Rox Hk + ee LOOK FOR Shur-on STAMPED IN THE BRIDGE prin, IN. I. June 19,1920 (Continued from Page 35) called attention to Davy. He read the home paper regularly, but his wife could never tell from his funny little smile whether it was amusement or chagrin. “You seem to be going pretty good in making us famous, Counselor,”’ he once remarked to her, ‘‘but I still don’t see any bats named after me; or any kids playing like they were Davy Carter.” This worried Nimmo. She was almost panicky when he pointed out where a kid pitcher in Logansport, after striking out six batters, was calling himself the Logans- port Breeze. In her big sense of fairness Mrs. Carter felt a realization that Davy, her pride, was playing second fiddle. And she had in- tended everything for him! “Oh, Mr. Dryden,” she called to Sam as he was passing through the hotel lobby that evening, “had you noticed that Davy has stolen fifteen bases already and that he is hitting well upward of .300? Isn't that encouraging?” “Indeed it is,” agreed old Sam. “He is faster than he ever was in his life. He'll earn those honuses sure.”’ “It would please him immensely to know that you thought that.” She did not add that it would also de- light her immensely to have it mentioned in the paper, but Sam, an old-timer at the game, understood When we received the papers there ap- peared a special article by Dryden headed hy the statement: “The efforts of the Logansport Breeze have turned Davy Carter into a marvel.” Davy Carter saw it and smiled at Nim- mo’s dismay. The Grays arrived in St. Louis the first of July, leading the race by six games, their standing largely due to the brilliant playing of Davy Carter. Manager Gilks had readily consented for Nimmo to travel with the team throughout the season. Not only was she personally conducting Davy to the Hall of Fame but her buoyant presence he believed an inspiration to the whole club. She still winced under the thought, though, that due to her misdirected efforts the husband was playing second fiddle as a personality On the morning following the team’s ar- rival in St. Louis Manager Gilks was sur- prised, entering the breakfast room, by a request that neither he nor his players order any fruit. “We have a surprise for you,” the head waiter told him. Each player found on his table a heaping bow! of the largest strawberries he had ever seen in his life. Beside the bowl lay a card bearing the legend: ‘“‘Logansport straw- berries. Compliments of David Carter.” By cautious inquiry we learned that the Commercial Club of Logansport had ex- pressed the berries, as well as a five-gallon can of pure cream, direct to the hotel. It was not difficult for us to understand who had conceived the idea. The newspaper men never learned exactly how it affected the Carter family but in an attempt at humor we sent out a story to the effect that Logansport berries, largest in the world, had put the Grays on their feet for a final dash. No mention was made of Davy Carter. The Weekly Democrat filled in any pos- sible gaps in our comments with an edi- torial urging the necessity of a shipping hoard among the merchants of the town. Despite the apparent failure of Nimmo to make Davy Carter conspicuous as a per- sonality as well as a player, he was playing the greatest baseball of his cureer. The daily box scores showed that his work on the bases and his hitting were keeping the Grays on top. Before the middle of August it was practically certain that he would collect all the bonuses in his contract. Al- ready he had stolen fifty-odd bases. It seemed impossible that he could fail to hit over .300. The Grays won the pennant in a canter. In the World's Series they were favorites over the Browns at odds of 8 to 5. This price jumped to prohibitive odds when, with a slam-bang start, Gilks’ team won the first two games and were in a command- ing position. They had to win but four games to be declared world’s champions. Influenced by the bad business of the war period the National Commission of Baseball had prepared fora financial failure To prevent dissatisfaction on the part of the players the members had announced a guaranty of $88,000, or an average of $2000 to each of the forty-four players engaged Of course it was understood that this money would be divided sixty per cent to the winners and forty per cent to the losers. At the start, though, it was seen that the war influence had gone; that the series would be a remarkable financial success. Every seat was sold in advance and thou- sands of fans came from all over the United States to witness the annual struggle. The receipts of the first two games alone would more than make good the guaranty to the athletes. Under the old National Agree- ment they were entitled to seventy-five per cent of the gross receipts for the first four games. Immediately there went up a roar ‘‘Nim, did you hear what the National Commission has decided to do?”’ Davy in- quired of his wife, returning to his room after the second game, unusually agitated “Why, they now claim that the $2000 guaranty is all that we get, and all the halance will go to the club owners, except- ing the ten per cent that goes to the commission !”’ “Exactly what does that mean?” she asked, ““Why, it means they'll gyp the players out of more than $1000 each if they get away withit. But they won't. I’m on the committee representing the players, and if the commission doesn’t back up on it stand we won't play to-morrow’s gam That's all.” ‘You mean you'll strike?” “Sure Ido. And you can bet the public will be with us too.” The commission did refuse to recede from its position, but made the tactical mistake of failing to notify the public. Thirty thousand people gathered next day for the third game of the world’s championship fight. Toward two o'clock the great throng, many of whom had heen there since ten o'clock, began to wonder at the absence of players from the field. An uneasy feeling grew into downright appre- hension as game time arrived and still the teams did not appear. Something was wrong. The crowd grew restive as rumor grad- ually spread that the Grays and Browns had gone on strike. Fans began to yell “Play ball!"’ and otherwise voice their dis- pleasure. Mrs. Davy Carter sat in a box immediately behind the Grays’ bench and watched the situation with growing in- terest. The attitude of the crowd grew ominous. After some parley !‘1e commission agreed to meet the represer:catives of the players in the clubhouse offices. Counter arguments led to nothing. Both sides were obstinate, and sounds from out- side indicated that the crowd, the goose that laid the golden eggs, was getting dis- gusted. Davy Carter was delegated to go to the Grays’ bench and get a copy of the National Agreement that Manager Gilks had in his little grip with the bandages and first-aid appliances. Seeing Nimmo leaning over the rail Davy went to her and explained the situation. “Davy,” she said, ‘I think you can ar- range a compromise. You've got to. The public is due something. Listen, dear. You go back and explain to the commission that if a guaranty is fixed for the players a guaranty should also be fixed for the com- mission and the club owners. Their mere announcemdat of arrangements is not a real contract, you know.” Davy returned to the conference. In his natural timidity he rose to present this idea, and, as usual, got it all mixed up. A member of the commission, a lawyer, caught a drift of the argument, though. Right now the commission was eager for anything that would let them out without the ap- pearance of absolute surrender. Sooner or later they knew they would have to give in, as the ball players, so far as the public was concerned, were the main show. “Carter,” said this member, “‘ you've got this balled up some way, but there is a real suggestion behind what you are trying to tell us. Send one of the ushers and ask Mrs. Carter if she will come here in person and explain the proposition. She will not object. She is an attorney, is she not?” (Conciuded on Page 85)

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Concluded from Page 82) ‘You bet she is,’”’ re plied one of the ball players, “‘and a darn good one, too. She can speak for the Grays.’’ This player spoke hurriedly and in a low voice to the captain of the Browns. “And for us, too,” announced the captain. A few of the fans in the front rows, im- patient for news, were mildly curious when they saw the pretty young woman get up and accompany a uniformed usher to the club offices. From where we perched in the press box Sam Dryden also saw the move. “*Nimmo’s on the job,”’ he whispered to me. ‘“‘We better get down there. Might be a good story.” “Gentlemen,” said Nimmo, when intro- duced, “I assume that I represent the players—my husband at any rate. It is very necessary thatac ompromise be re ached 1 It strikes me as being per- fectly simple. The difficulty is that you are trying to treat this matter as if it were a contract. This is no contract, and if it were it would not be equitable.” “It is certair ly not a contract,” agreed the chairman, rather surprised at her di- rectness of thought. ‘You have fixed the amount that is to go to the players, while the amount going and commission is on a per- centage basis. In other words, one is sta- tionary and the other is on a sliding scale. On that basis nothing could ever be adjusted.”’ ‘Got to hand it to her,” whispered one of the players, noticing the effect of this tatement on the commission. ‘She's there four ways from the ace.” ‘Now I suggested to my husband, as a basis of compromise,”’ the young woman continued—‘‘at least, that is what I inti- mated—that you compute on the old per- centage ba the amount of money that would go to the commission and owners if players received $88,000. In other words, guarantee all hands a fixed im up to that point If it goes over, ! a percentage basis immediate] to club owner! the forty-four 1 € Dala e on After the first four games the club own- ers and comm m will yet all the receipts Way Am | right?’ ‘**Y our figuresare correct, madam,” agreed ‘In making these arrangements,”’ she continued, “‘I dare say the commission cal- culated that there would not be more than $2000 coming to each ball player, in any event In your gene rosity and for the good of the game you decided to guarantee them that much whether you received anything or not.” Members of the commission beamed at cate touch of flattery, but for a looked sour. this de moment the players ‘But,”” she went on, ‘“‘now that the receipts are known to be far in excess of what anybody expected, all should share in the surplu Your generosity, I am sure, you | have a statement to that effect prepared and given to the press?” cnairmalr She nodded an affirmative, knowing that Sam Dryden and I were waiting outside. that,”” announced the inquired the e'll accept ry! ‘ r piayt ' ‘All right, go ahead and play,” directed the commission. Their faces were saved and the statement would make them popu- lar with the publi “‘Any ordinary office lawyer could have done that,’’ a member of the commission confided to me some time later, “ but it took a woman to make them listen.” Davy Carter mopped up with a three- base hit in the eighth inning and won the game. Every newspaper in the big town next morning carried a-headline similar to this one taken from the News. THE SATURDAY “Logansport Brains Settle Logansport Brawn Wins for the Grays.” If Davy was hurt by that he said nothing. Nimmo wept. And it was the same brilliant playing of Davy that eventually settled the series, giving each member of the winning team $3500. All Logansport seemed to beat the sta- tion when the Carters arrived home. There was a band and cheers, and a committee, headed by old Mr. Asa Farnsworth. The Hon. Warren Davis walked beside Mr. Farnsworth to the waiting automobile and indorsed the arrangement by which Mr. and Mrs. Carter were to be taken to the Commercial Club immediately for a public reception **Davy has done wonderful things, Mr Farnsworth,”’ Nimmo told him; “and I do hope the town at last realizes his worth to the community.” F rs. Carter,’ he replied, “I can assure you that your husband is going to have the most pleasant surprise of his life. To-night Davy Carter will be the proudest man in Logansport.” A thrill went over Nimmo. She did not make further inquiry, for fear of spoiling the surprise. Arriving at the hall, profusely decorated, Davy and his wife were escorted to seats of honor. They were greeted by the chairman of the Democratic County Committee Logansport was overwhelmingly Demo- cratic. ** Ladies and gentlemen,” began the chair- man, opening the proceedings, “it is not often that a woman—a young woman succeeds, where men have failed, in putting her town on the map. It is unusual that a woman can see far enough ahead to im- prove the business interests of her town and even make farmers prosperous. I refer to our strawberry growers. It isn’t often that such a woman also has a husband who has emblazoned his name in the baseball Hall of Fame.” **Now’’—and Nimmo smiled in anticipa- tion—“‘it is coming.” It was. “T want to announce, therefore, that Strike; | while this couple was absent from our city | a canvass was made of the county, and I can assure you all that there are enough votes pledged to make certain the nomina- tion of a citizen of Logansport for the state legislature. There will be no real opposition. Permit me to read the opening sentence of an article that has been prepared and will appear in the next issue of the Weekly Democrat: “*At the coming session the delibera- tions of our state legislature will be refreshed by the Logansport Breeze.’ “Ladies and gentlemen, I present Mrs. Nimmo Carter!” But Mrs. David Carter did not respond. She voiced a weak “Il thank you,” and burst out crying. Davy had to take her home. “Now, now, Nimmie,”’ Davy said to her at home, legislator ever acted that way. proudest man in the world.” “But, you, Davy. I meant everything for ia “Listen, Nim,” he interrupted softly, “you fix yourself up right away. I want you to go over to the old home and ask the Hon. Warren Davis if he still thinks marry- ing a ball player has interfered with your career. Understand?”’ When she had gone Davy sat down, and with a quiet chuckle indited the following telegram to his old friends among the base- ball writers: “Thanks to ycu and my pal on the Weekly Democrat, we put it over cértain of nomination.” Nimmo on pray “you'll have to brace up. No | I’m the } EVENING POST OWL Brana I The | With the Brown Band What Arkansas said ™ E all smile down my way ’cause we got three mighty good things that always keep us mighty happy — our fields of cotton, our fruit trees and the Owl Cigar.”’ All the States can smile with Arkansas, for all can enjoy the Owl Brand with the Brown Band. The General Cigar Co., Inc., keeps a $3,000,000 leaf reserve always in the process of curing to guarantee you a mellow fragrant Owl. That’s why your Owl can always be counted on for mellowness. Try Owl Brand — with the Brown Band. DEPENDABLE CIGARS 119 West 40th Street, New York City inc. OW! —h Nc X —

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nfinitude of detail, freeing him for broader yet when circumstance brought her management of trivialities before him n review he saw invariably that she had is he would have acted. Driven and rassed, he found an abiding comfort in ense of her permanence. And this per- he considered it, was a appearance. She wasn’t She'd stay where she till died. Now quite suddenly a irbing doubt woke in him. He veyed her, conscious of her gray, unwaver s, troubled to discover in her ~ sa tardily something like appeal almost the inconse- and iunence, when ollary of marrying sort. her sur ng eve an ing to charm ,elow speculation his major thought pur- ourse. He laughed shortly. I know my position pretty well, imount quent ed its ¢ “Oh, Margaret he did change of her expression. tion on her part and yielded to a rare e of self justi ficat on. ‘You don’t think so, eh? I'll show you. What I missed last night was the outside They looked like just so many idditional liabilities at first, but I’ve got right line on them now. The mills won't ike any money for a long time, but I can ifford that so long as I own the gas works nd the power plant and the rest. They'll bring in plenty of money—in cash too. People have got to use gas and elec- no matter how much they hate They've got to buy ice and ride answer except for a slight He felt a reserva- im- not pu terests thie tricity, me n the trolleys he did not chuckled, Funny thing, Margaret. I didn’t ro into those outside investments for rofit. I--I thought they’d all show ne losses I ” ‘You meant them as a gift to the town.” She poke ¢ I tly. “] under- id that of course.” He opened his eyes ‘You understood? I don’t, Mar- iret. What do you mean by all that?” it’s all quite evident, isn’tit? You t start the mills in Trafford to money. You had a better reason And these other things upply and the electric lights ind all—are just part of thesame plan. You meant to build a city.” He felt himself flushing like a boy detected in some stealthy benefaction. An impulse to deny the charge stirred ind subsided. After all it needed shar ing, that of his. It would be a relief to discuss it with somebody after all these years. He had put it into words often enough in his own thoughts—to build a city. He had meant to do just that with the quiet old village which shared the name of Trafford. And he had done it—done it better than even his dreams had hoped. ‘I didn’t know you'd gue poke almost shyly. ‘How thought ‘lL knew.” He answer this either. rE nmne n then the water secret sed that.” He did you? I She shrugged. “You aren'ta money grabber like the rest I've seen enough here in the mills to understand that. It wasn't difficult to put one and one together.” Ile felt Well, came back four thouss an expansion of I've done it, haven't I? When I from Cuba in ‘98 there were ind people in Trafford. There must be nearly forty thousand now.”” A touch of pride warmed his voice. ** You can remember what it was like, can’t you? The hitching posts along Main Street, where the farmers used to tie their teams on Sat irdays, the mud and the dust and the jeadness, aday, anda crowd in the post each of ‘em, Difier ent pirit two trair office aftér now.” ‘Yes,”’ she nodded He caught alight ening glow which puz ‘Yes, it is different city.” You've helped, Margaret done it without you.’ rose, a reproaching realiza- e accomplishment in the gray eye led him. You've | ,asoft ulit your I couldn't have He ion of her sh drew back a ‘Yes,’ she suid tonele ly, “I suppose I leserve that I've helped.” Her voice hanged abruptly. “I'll send r. Mat ver to see about the the po He'll glad omething moved by are in Ul te p en CuOnu! to hi lant be to do wer **Good idea. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST BABEL (Continued from Page 7) or he’ll bother us both.” He nodded in dismissal and she moved away. Alone, Keep him busy all you can he went back to the window and looked out across the mill roofs to the city sprawling on the slant of the low hill. It his whi a i was shoulder it he had show rats! want to know whether agi The mayor his, he “You don’t get me.”” The mayor wagged his head. ‘I meant the people—the com- munity at large. Your interests — ‘My interests are all that matters—to Trafford. I’m responsible for its existence and you know it. The mills support it. Every man and woman and child in it is living on my pay rolls. If it hadn’t been for me you wouldn’t be here—you and all the rest of them. If I go under the town goes with me. There’s no two ways tothat. If you want to consider the community, consider Matthew Traf- ford. I’m the community—in all that matters.” “There’s a lot in that, of course.” Pry zak was Obviously eager to agree. “Tt’s really your interest I’m thinking about, for that matter. It’s true ina sense that you’re the community. That’swhyI’mtryingto protect you.” ‘Protect me? You? That’s funny, Pryzak.” Trafford laughed. ‘‘Do you think your little po- lice force would be any good ina pinch like this? Why, a mob would eat 3 .4 The Mayor Departed, Treading Carefuily on the Toes of His Shining Boots. Honestiy Sorry for Him thought. He Matt built. them,” he said a a Trafford traighter ed loud. ET’S get this perfectly clear. Pryzak. I A like the 1inst me, Oo » way you talk, nee for all.’ you're spread his hands. Trafford remembered that gesture. wit could hold “The I don’t h me or Matthew It had given him the key to Pryzak’s character interview eight years before, when the lawyer had come to him with a at tru mil rat ten wate of li could be Pryza Lo pri fog bres ha their first mped-up ls. They her often ipt for p es and lia k ran niphan, T hed Pryza accident claim had dealt olitics k's rising influe with since then, and Trafford’s con had deepened as he against ear nce, the h other A trade rs. It suited his convenience to lend a hand to the liar with whom he for mayor rafford agair sure of dealing effectually. ist ¢ had taken a sort Ww hen Paul of id le in throwing his aid toward the petti- ging shyst aid was b in't had uttered and by wh any trouble with Pryz who knew which side of his He old ym. ak; Doniphan would have bothered him to the poi nt of fren zy with his of municipal government. acade Pr mic yzak had theories al- ways come obediently to heel without even i whi tle B difference in got me illow quieting. ‘I'm with face to « ‘The town you kn twisted msider the ut to-day there was a visible the fellow’s attitude that was you of town too course,”” uneasily. ’ Trafford laughed. yw it better than most “But Pryzak’s I've “That's Trafford Was 7. ( se} them up. I’m protecting myself, thanks. I've got a squad of McKenna’s men on their way right now. They'll do all the pro- tecting that’s needed, thanks.” “IT know. Donaldson phoned me. That’s why I came right over. I'm afraid to have those men here, Mr. Trafford. They'll mean trouble—bad trouble.” “That’s what I’m paying them for—to mean as much trouble as they can to any- body who meddles with my property. They’re better than police. They haven't got any brothers-in-law or second cousins inthemob. They won't beafraid to shoot.” ‘That's it. They're outside TS, and the men are always ugly when —— “Outsiders! That's good! What are the strikers themselves? Riffraff swept out of half the ash heaps in Europe’s back alleys. I ought to know. I've spent the best part of a hundred thousand in the last four years just for bringing them, in here, Outsiders!” “Strangers, then.”” Pryzak shook his head again. ‘“‘There’s a difference anywzy. The police live here. The men know them. As you said yourself, there will be relatives of theirs in the other crowd. That helps to avoid trouble—both ways. I wish you'd keep your gunmen out of town, Mr. Traf- ford—for your own sake.” Trafford laughed. “Sorry, but I can’t take any risks. I’ve got too much at stake to count on your home-breds.”’ ““We'll have trouble then. It’s playing right into the hands of the agitators. By ae they'll be ranting about your hired butchers in every strike meeting. So far the men aren’t ugly. This will stir them up better than anything else you can do.” June 19,1920 “T’m willing. We’ve come to a show- down, Pryzak. If we can’t settle this question without burning some gunpowder, we'll settle it that way. I can stand it if they can.” The mayor rose, unconvinced and plainly worried. Trafford had a careless touch of compassion for him—a rat facing a bull- dog’s job. Even old Doniphan would have met this crisis better than this fellow, with his talent for hidden wires and sly coward- ice. He saw Pryzak to the door. In the very pose of his back he could read a con- fession. Pryzak would stand by him only as long as he was more afraid of Matthew Trafford than of a mob of fools. It didn’t matter. With him or against him, Pryzak was negligible in such a time as this. He came back to the window and stood looking out over his town, his hands crossed behind him. The clean sky and the lazy, shining clouds no longer offended him. Somehow they were friendly now, nudging forgotten memories into life. They made him think of summer afternoons with his fishing rod and the old, stiff-kneed setter, when the brook had whimpered between arched willows and there had been open fields where the mills stood now. He thought inconsequently of the blurred sky line of those days—a nestling congregation of elms and maples, with a spire or two showing above them, and here and there a glimpse of friendly chimneys or a roof. He grinned feebly as the Trafford of his boyhood came again before his mind's eye; the sleepy stretch of Main Street flanked by the brick blocks and the hitching posts, the loungers in the post office nodding to his father as he unlocked the family box, the picket fences and the lawns behind them and the painted wooden houses set in their gardens. He had changed all that. Trafford was alive now—alive and big and busy, thanks to him. He slipped into an unwonted self-pity. Small thanks he got for it all, for the dream out of which he had wrought reality, for the vision which had seen into the future, glimpsed the possibilities of rubber and cotton fiber molded and woven into magi carpets for the traffic of the world, for the twenty years of labor which had built the mills and kept them running. They hated him for it—even the remnant of the old stock, whose homesteads had multiplied in value through his industry and wits—the Doniphans and Tylers and Cookes, whose roots struck as deeply into the red soil ashisown. He had built thema city in place of the drowsing village he had found paved their streets and laid trolley tracks in them, dammed Clear Creek back in the hills and piped its waters into their stiff, creaking houses, given them electricity and gas, while they watched and criticized and grumbled. They might have thanked him, he thought, with a sense of grievance. He'd earned that much. Instead they hated him. He had always been conscious of this but to-day as he confronted a new enmity more menacing and positive than their dis- like he envisioned his unpopularity in a new light. It was natural enough for the alien rabble to hate him. There would always be an- tagonism and distrust between those who labored with their hands and those who hired their toil. And these outlanders, with their background of oppression, learned hate at the breast. He bore them no keen malice. They were fools of course—blind to their own advantage, the dupes and tools of slack-jawed, mud-headed zealots who screamed at them from soap boxes and cart tails, but he would as readily have blamed a pig for setting its feet in its trough as to blame these simpletons for snatching at the chance of a greater wage for a lesser tribute of work. He would starve them back to something like sense in due time. That was simple enough. But the others—the old stock, men and women of his own race and blood and traditions these suddenly presented a problem of which he had not been more than dimly aware. He was forty-three. It came home to him with a shock that his best years had been given to his work. In a few more he would be old, on the downward slope of life. And in the city he had built, the com- munity he called home, there was no man or woman he might name as friend. 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1 i 4 ' ( i : i ; ' - 2 j ' i onan (Continued from Page 86) He had never taken time to contemplate this truth. Always the hours had been too few and full for the things which must be done. Now, as he caught the infection of peace and leisure from the open sky and the silent, empty mill yard, he realized his solitude with a sense of catastrophe. He had built a city, yes. And he dwelt in it now more alone than in a desert. An instinct of self-justification imposed itself on his thought. It wasn’t his fault. They hadn’t caught the spirit of the age, those deliberate, slow-thinking townsmen. He’d had to lean on outsiders—men who could think fast and straight and work on their nerve. And between these newcomers and the old village, inevitably in conflict, he had been constrained to choose as allies those who served his need. He would have preferred to work with his neighbors, to lift them as he climbed, instead of enriching strangers, but he had been given no choice, The fault was theirs, not his. He shook off the mood with an effort almost physical. Matthew Trafford wast- ing time in being sorry for himself! He turned away from the window and went back to his desk carrying a picture of the Trafford he had created—the treeless stretch of walls and roofs and pavement, the swaying progress of a trolley car coast- ing down the slant toward the mills, the rows of wooden shanties on the low flats along the stream. It quickened his reviv- ing pride of creation, In spite of the vacant mill yards and the smokeless stacks, Trafford was a city—his city. “Yes, and I’ll live to build it twice as big,”’ he told himself as he plunged into his work. “This is just the beginning.” The old compelling dream repossessed him. He brushed the strike out of the path of his thought as a negligible and trifling incident. The afternoon fled. He was startled when Margaret Patton brought him his letters at five. She waited while he signed them. ‘*Your car’s waiting,” she told him as he thrust the pile back across the desk. He shook his head. “I’m going to stay here to-night. Tell Joe to take the car home and have Gabe pack a bag for me. Wait a minute, Mar- garet—while this thing’s on you'd better use the car yourself. Joe will call for you in the morning.” “Thank you.” She took the offer calmly. “There are some pickets at the office gates, you know. Some of the girls are worried.” He frowned, his fists closing. That was their measure—hanging about to frighten women! He considered briefly. “We'll settle that easily enough. Tell the office that while the strike lasts the company will provide busses. Telephone to Gonfarone’s and have him send down as many cars as you'll need. They can drive in through Number Four gate. Hold the girls till they get here.” She nodded. He watched her go, his earlier curiosity reviving. Something in her face baffled him utterly. It made her almost—almost attractive. And yet he was queerly certain that she was against him like all the rest. She would not help his enemies, but she wanted them to win. He tried to persuade himself that this abiding conviction was pure fancy, but an intuition more compelling than logic over- bore his arguments. A gray depression settled upon him. Not even Margaret Patton stood behind him in this quarrel—a quarrel in which he fought for the life of the city which had turned on its creator. He carried the thought with him through what remained of the day. It harassed him as he superintended the measures of defense, posting a handful of loyal foremen at the vulnerable points, connecting fire hose to the high-pressure hydrants. It troubled him while he presided at a con- ference of his lieutenants—Searing, who ran the electric plant; McCall, manager of the gas works; Lanning and Mitchell, of the street railway; and Gerrish, of the water system. He knew that he could count on their loyalty, but he sensed below this assurance their pessimistic view of the situation. None of them was more than a dependable subordinate. He had chosen them for their ability to take orders. “We'll keep things going as long as we can,” said Lanning, speaking for them all. “But they’ll hit at us before long. They know we're all working for you. I hope you'll get it straightened out before they tie us all up, sir. Trafford made light of his fears. suggestion deepened his depression. But the If the strike extended to his lesser interests he would go down. He had no reserve to meet the strain of a long fight. His eager- ness to build had always kept him balanced on the edge of financial disaster. Every dollar of profit had been reinvested before it was fairly earned—invested always in Trafford and in enterprises from which con- servative capital quite reasonably held back. By diverting current revenue from the trolleys and the power plants he could manage to keep the mills solvent for an interval of idleness. Wanting that income, the major business would infallibly crash. And the men who had fathered the strike were clever enough to see this as clearly as he saw it. A little before midnight McKenna’s men arrived. A string of tourist sleepers carried them into the yards on the mill’s own tracks without interference on the part of the straggling pickets. Their presence gave Matthew Trafford a sense of security. They obviously knew their trade—some of them, he fancied, enjoyed it. They had the calm, placid look of man-killers, the direct, opaque eye of their craft. He watched the process of distributing them about the de- fenses, reassured against the fear of physi- cal destruction. Afterward he sle pt uneasily on the cot he kept at the office. Trafford was safe for the present. Pees FEELING of peace came into the room with Margaret Patton. He looked up, aware once more of the challeng- ing change in her. She carried a tray with a bowl of soup and a little pile of sand- wiches. “You'd better a something to eat,’ she announced. ‘‘Going without food can’t possibly do any good to anybody.” He checked an impatient refusal. Under her level eyes he suddenly sensed the boy- ish folly of his self-starvation. The clear broth tempted him. He finished it and the generous bread and meat. “That's better,”” she told him. “T sent out for it. ‘A hungry man isn’t normal. And this job needs sanity, Mr. Trafford.” Her tone soothed him. He felt a restful lessening of the tight pull at his nerves. His hand fumbled for his cigarette case. He had not smoked either during these last twenty-four hours. She nodded approval, lifting the tray from the desk. He checked her with a gesture. “Don’t go, Margaret. Stay and—and talk to me. If I’m alone I think—hard.” She obeyed placidly. A cross light brought her face into profile. Again he found himself seeking to analyze the un- familiar quality of her. She sat with her hands crossed in her lap, her body effort- lessly erect, at ease. A silence fell between them, broken at last by Trafford’s explo- sive speech. “Margaret, they’re going to beat me. I can't see a way out. It’s a choice between smashing after I sur.ender or smashing first. Either way, it’s the end of Trafford.’ “Do you mind very much?” Her question amazed him. Did he mind' Twenty-two years—all his best, his dreams his youth, his strength, all wasted! And she could ask him, as casually as if it wer¢ an affair of pennies, whether he minded! “A little,” he said dryly. ‘You see, Margaret, it isn’t just Matthew Trafford who's going under. That wouldn’t bother me much. It’s—well, you guessed the other day. I haven't been chasing money all these years. I—I've clung to a fool idea that I was building up something that would be—oh, a monument, I suppose. And that hurts.” “‘Twondered.”’ She surveyed himsteadily. “T thought perhaps that you might have seen a new side since this trouble came You've said some things which sounde 1 as if you'd discovered this city you've built for what it is, instead of the air castles you've been dreaming all these years. A city? What does the word mean—to you? Just just bigness, people, noise, hustle?” He frowned. “That’s all part of it, of course. Growth and development mean noise and hurry. That’s life. I suppose that’s why they don’t like me, though—the old-timers. They’d rather have had the place stand still—stagnate. I didn’t realize that you felt the same way about it. You've cer- tainly helped me make it what it is. I couldn’t have done it without you. I see that more and more clearly these days.” “T’ve helped you, of course. You paid me for that. But I haven’t made you un- derstand what I meant. You've created THE SATURDAY EVENING POST something. We call it a city. The name doesn’t matter. The point is, do you like it? Is it worth fighting for, as you've been fighting for it these last few days? That puzzles me.” He was bewildered. “Like it? Why not? What’s wrong with it? Forty thousand population—ten times as many as we had when I began—every- thing that any town of twice our size could ask for. Why, there are dozens of bigger places that can’t compare with Trafford!” “T didn’t mean the—the material things water and electricity and the rest. I was thinking more about the people. There were only a few of us when you were build- ing the first shop, but—don’t you see the difference betwee on the few you found and the many you've brought? We—we be- longed here and we belonged together; we'd taken root. Trafford meant—meant something to us that it doesn’t mean to these aliens you’ve imported. Can you imagine a boy born i in one of those shanties on River Alley growing up with a dream like yours? I can’t!” He laughed. “T see now. I suppose the Indians felt that way when the first settlers came up the river. It’s natural enough, but it’s wrong. Give these people a generation or two and their roots will go down as deep as ours. Why shouldn't they? It’s the same country—a better country than my great- grandfather found when he hewed out his clearing over there on the bank. He didn’t have any trolleys; his children didn’t ride to high school and study their books by electric lights. And yet he did pretty well, coneida ring. That’s all poppycock. We're all aliens when you look the facts in the face. Some of us have been here a bit longer than others, that’s all.” She nodded. “Yes, but those who came first came slowly and paid high for their coming They left the easy places behind them, and if they weren't strong and stubborn and hard they died young. Nobody met them as they filed off their ships and paid their railroad fare. I wonder if the men you've brought here can leave their children what you and I inherited? I'm not so sure. If I were I'd want you to win this fight.” He started. “And you don’t want me to now? You mean that?” Her eyes softened, but her lips were firm. “Yes, if winning means that you're to goon with allthis. I'd rather you lost now; I'd rather see all you've done disintegrate; I'd rather see these—these personally con- ducted immigrants of yours go through something of the same refining process that smelted out the slag in the old stock. I don't see any chance of making them over by charity.” “Oh, come, Margaret! You can’t turn back the clock. The pioneer days are gone This is an age of organization. The same basic law applies, though. The fittest come to the top, the weak go under. You can't repeal Nature.” “We're doing our best, though.”’ She leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm, an elbow on the arm of her chair “Perhaps you're right. I don't know. I wish I could be sure, beci ause me She stopped, and her eyes for the first time evaded his. He detected something vital in her interrupted speech “Why? What would you do?” He got to hi Ss feet, crossing tow: ard her. I'd tell you how to win,” she said simply. ‘It’s quite easy. But I'm afraid ~ sometimes I think it's all part of some big natural process, all this sudden madness I'm afraid to interfere. Whom the gods would destroy, you know, Perhaps we're getting back to the old unrelenting law of the survival of the fittest. 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And I’m It maddened him to realize that success | or failure of all his life work might con- | me decide. ceivably lie in her keeping. He knew her habit of cautious speech too well to take her declaration lightly. If she saw a way out of the closing trap it would be practical and feasible at least. “Trust my judgment,” he urged. “Let If you see a chance of winning through—why, Margaret, don’t you see what it means to me? Whatever happens to Trafford and the people in it, I'll be done. I’m forty-three. I'll never make another start if I fail now. Everything I've done, everything I’ve slaved and schemed for al! my life is gone if I don’t break this strike this week. Are you going to let me go down for the sake of a fancy? Tell me what you'd do He felt her eyes measuring him as if she weighed the risk of putting a weapon into his hands. He was amazed at the breath- less tension in which he waited. After all, it would be some fantastic woman’s notion. Absurd to behave as if she held the keys of | Fate, and yet below his doubts an abiding | harsh. certainty sustained him. She knew! “T’ll tell you then.”’ Her voice sounded He saw her lips tighten and draw | stri aight as if speech cost her a price of pain. | they’ve worked out! | that your strikers can have | food and shelter. | and beg like well-whipped dogs. ‘The utilities the gas and water and lights He flung his hands wide. “Oh, if that’s all—why, you know how There’s no surplus revenue in any of them. I had to cut into the reserve to meet the pay rolls this week. They’re running at a loss.” “Yes, you’re spending money you des- perately need to keep them running, so water for the turning of a tap, cook their food on your gas, hold their meetings under your electric lamps! Why don’t you shut down—let them carry water from the river if they want it— walk instead of riding—hold their precious meetings in the dark? Give them a taste of what this country was when our race found it. If they stand fast there’s stuff in them that would beat you anyway. But they won’t. You know they won't.” He stared at her, stunned. Their own weapon turned against them! A sharp laugh fought its way to his lips. His mind leaped to the consequences. How they would squeal! He tasted the triumph in anticipation. She was right—they were soft, these people; helpless to do for them- selves the simplest of the vital daily tasks; dependent on the wits and labor of the men they hated and fought for their drink and One day without their luxurious necessities and they would whine He felt his lips draw back from his teeth, “You've won for us,” he said in a strained whisper. ‘‘I believe you’ve put your finger on the answer to the whole problem. Cut off their supplies and they’re beaten—and the world round capital con- trols the vital things. Margaret, you've done a bigger thing than you think. We're fighting the last strike —right here in Traf- ford. And it’s almost over. There'll never be another—not with an outside chance of winning.”” He stopped. Her hands, which somehow he had seized, were cold and passive, and the look in her eyes frightened him. “* Don’t worry — it’s all right. You’ve done more for them than you have for me. You’ ve kept them from killing the golden goose. ‘I know. That’s it. I wonder—I won- der if it wouldn’t nave been better to let them kill it. Better for them, I mean” her voice changed queerly—‘‘and better for—for the golden goose too.” He scarcely heard her. Already he was at the telephone calling impatiently for Searing at the lighting plant. He he Id the whip after all. Below a surging joy of victory he warmed with a glow of gratitude | toward the woman who had thrust it into his hands. “T’ll owe this to you, Margaret,” he said over his shoulder. “I don’t forget.” iv OU can't go through with it.’ Pry- zak’s voice shook witha kind of terror. “It’s all right to bluff, but you can’t do it if they call you. You don’t realize June 19,1920 “You don’t, you mean. You can’t get it out of your head that I’ m fighting for profits, Pryzak. You're as bad as the simple fools who think I’m getting rich on their labor. It’s not Matthew Trafford I’m thinking about; it’s the town—these jackasses themselves. If I let them break me they’ll suffer before I do. And without the mills— why, Trafford won’t last a year! I’m fight- ing for you and your crowd—for those weak-backed idiots at the chamber of com- mere se.”” “Tt doesn’t matter. Cut off their water and gas and we'll have red hell here in three hours. They’ve been getting uglier ever since the word went out. There’s a meeting called for to-night —Smolenski and Borkmeyer and that she-devil, Hilda Lang, will scream murder at them. They will stampede, Trafford.” “Let them!” Trafford’s glance moved to the slouching figures of McKenna’s sen- tries lounging just inside the gates. “We'll give them as good as we get.” He laughed harshly. “I tell you, Pryzak, you’re watch- ing the dawn—we’re through with strikes. Hereafter men will get what they earn, not what they can blackmail out of hamstrung employers. We've been fools—incredible fools—or we’d have found the answer years ago. While one man’s hands hold him up and go through his pockets the rest of us have calmly fed ’em and housed ’em and served ’em with all the modern con- veniences. That’s ended—to-night. After this you're going to see organization on our side. And when some crooked walking dele- gate calls a strike his dupes will find them- selves busy rustling coal and water and milk and ice without any help from the rest of the e mployi ing class. It’s as simple as winking.” “You're missing a bet if you think that. You're playing straight into Borkmeyer’s hands with that stunt. He doesn’t want to win this strike. He’s aiming for straight communism—no_ private property any- where. Everything in the pool. You couldn’t suit him better, because you're going to make me pull his chestnuts out of the fire. If you won’t furnish water and gas and light I'll have to seize your plants and see that they keep running—for the sake of the town.” “Tryit!”’ Trafford laughed again. try it!” Pryzak spread his hands in the old ex- pressive gesture. ‘Suppose I don’t? The governor will have troops here by to-morrow morning put the place under martial law. And what'll be the first thing the soldiers do? I'll leave it to you if they won’t comman- deer your plants. They'll have to.”’ Trafford shook his head. “Go right ahead and commandeer! I might put some of McKenna’s men on guard and keep you out by force; I might get an injunction against you, but I won’t. If you can run those plants without me you're welcome.”” He laughed. ‘‘ Don't you think I’m sane enough to have foreseen that move, Pryzak? Until I’m ready there won't be gas or current or water in Traf- ford. There won't be a pound of ice or a turning trolley wheel. You can seize my plants, but you can’t make ’em work. I've seen to that. Ever hear of sabotage? Well, I've adopted the principle. We've fixed the dynamos so it'll take a week to get them running unless we choose to replace the missing parts. The pumps in the water plant are out of commission and the reser- voir will be empty in another hour. And it'll be a clever mechanic who can reas- semble the gate valves in the gas mains I’m ready for you! Go as far as you like!”’ Pryzak shook. “Is that on the level?” “Go and see for yourself! They'll let you inspect the plants. It’s no use, Pryzak. I hold the cards. Go and tell your people to throw up the sponge. They’re licked.” “T'll see what I can do. Maybe you can get by with it. But’’—he shook his head—‘‘I can feel trouble.” “Want a bit of good advice?” A pale compassion for the man woke in Matthew Trafford. Pryzak’s political talents were pathetically unequal to red crises. ‘Send out a squad and round up Borkmeyer and Smolenski and the rest of ’em. Run ’em in on any charge you like and have Judge Morganstern give ‘em half an hour to gét out of town. That'll settle it.” “Maybe. I'll think about it.” The mayor departed, treading carefully on the toes of his shining boots. Trafford was honestly sorry for him. Next fall it Concluded on Page 92) “Just

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} { { ‘| | ] | | [ {i { ) , i A No maintenance expense for 23 years— N 1892 the Norfolk & Western Rail- road erected at Lambert’s Point, Va., the warehouse piers shown here. A Barrett Specitication type of roof was used to cover these buildings. This was in the days before The Barrett Company issued Surety Bonds on Barrett Specification Roofs, and be- fore some of the present-day improved roofing methods had been worked out. Notwithstanding this, there was no maintenance expense of any kind on these roofs until /9/5, In other words, the owners were absolutely free from roof trouble and roof expense for 23 years. When the time came to roof their new warehouse piers, there was no ques- tion in the minds of officials of the Nor- folk & Western Railroad as to what roof they would use. They ordered the new buildings covered with Barrett Speci- fication Roofs as a matter of course. These roofs, shown in the illustrations A THE SATURDAY EVENING POST This roof has been in service 23 years ee) P hn! below, cover an area of more than 400,000 square feet. On them we have issued our 20-Year Surety Bond, and while the railroad othcials were pleased to get the Surety Bond, they knew from experience that it was not necessary, for the roofs would outlive the guarantee. The Surety Bond The Surety Bond is offered on all Barrett Specification Roofs of fifty squares or more in all cities of 25,000 or over, and in smalle) places where our Inspection Service 1 able. It is issued by the U. S. Fidelity & Guaranty Company of Baltimore, and ex the owner from all maintenance expense for the life of the Bond. aval € mpts Our only stipulations are that the Barrett Specification revised .1pril 15, 1920, be strictly followed and that the roofing contractor shall be approved by us and his work subject to our inspection, shall ‘| hese roofs take the base rate of insur ance and cost le » per year of servic than any other type of “permanent” roof. Important Notice The Barrett Specification 20-Y ear Bonded Roof represents the most permanent root-covering it } possi bk to construct, and while we bond tt for twenty years only, we can point to many 1 of this type that have been in sery over forty years and are still in good conditior For those who wish a somewhat lichter a low r priced roof coverin , We recomme! i th Barrett Specification Type “A” Root bond tor 10 years. Both roofs are built of the same high-grad iterproot iterials, th ly differ tn juantity u Fu letat Bond / d fit we / fy requ 4 = —_ . — SS . A AMA Me Soactan John P. Pe ( Ln “r Va ir sng Dept., Norfolk and Western R. I } ’ 1 a a

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(Conctuded from Page 90) would be a good thing to put a real man in Pryzak’s place—Mott Tyler perhaps, or even old Doniphan himself. He made a mental note to see to it when the time came. The strain of the preceding days and nights had lifted now. He relaxed, surrender- ing to a grateful certainty of success. The situation was saved, thanks to Margaret Patton His thought drifted comfortably toward her. Queer thet she should have hit on the one device which could have rescued him! She wasn’t in the least the ruthless, cold- blooded sort to think of such a method. He promised himself that when this business had settled itself he would study her a little. Perhaps she could be trained to take a larger measure of responsibility from his weighted shoulders. Anyway he’d have to find some method of squaring the account between them. If he pulled through he’d owe it absolutely to her. Toward evening he made a round of inspection with Leary, McKenna’s assist- ant. The guards had been reduced during the day, the major portion of their number sleeping in the cars on the siding, to be fresh for the night’s duty. Leary was at one with Pryzak in scenting action. “We'll get busy before morning,” he said as they turned back toward the office building. “‘This stunt of yours’ll start things moving.” It was plain that he enjoyed the prospect. And Matthew Trafford saw something of the same anticipation in the faces of the guards themselves “You act as if you hoped gan. Leary chuckled “IT guess I do—sort of. It’s a slow job, except when the lid blows off.” “Think you can handle ’em?” Trafford was not concerned. He in- quired merely to give the man the relief of speecli. Leary grinned “Sure! We could always handle 'em if we had the right guy behind us. Trouble is that most owners want us to slap 'em on the wrist and speak real cross to ’em if they don't behave. Give me leave to start the music first and I'll show you results —every time. A shotgun with buckshot makes a beautiful argument—if you shoot it soon enough.” Trafford said nothing. The professional attitude repelled him without weakening his determination. If they wanted blood they should have it. And yet as he glimpsed a vision of sprawled bodies tumbled before his gates he had a moment of doubt. Cattle of y ang but human cattle—immortal souls if the preachers had the right of it. A sense of inevitable and undeserved responsibility harassed him. He didn’t want any right of high justice over these alien simpletons. Al! he wanted was to run his mills in peace. It wasn’t fair to cor front a man with such decisions in such a cause, “Suppose thev were too st rong for you? ‘ he heard himself asking. ‘“‘Suppose they rushed the gates before you could stop them?” ‘They won't!" Leary chuckled. “But if they did, what about your men? They'd wipe you all out if they got to close quarters,” “Yes, but they won't It's a funny thing about mobs. Any bull’ll tell you the same thing. Lay your man out cold with one punch and his gang won't lift a finger. Leave him on his feet and his crowd piles right in on your neck. It’s like that in these scraps. Stretch a couple of 'em before they're ready for it and the rest’ll run like rabbits. I’ve been through it half a dozen times.”’ Trafford listened inattentively. “But they do come on sometimes,” he persisted. “And they'd have your men penned in here like mice in a trap. They'd wipe you out.” **No, we figure on that, o’ course. There's the train, and the engine’s hooked onto her, with steam up. If we lost out we'd just make a rush a it for the cars and beat it. But don't worry. -We'll be here in the morning—all of us.” Trafford left him at the office doorway. He looked in at Margaret Patton's desk as he passed her door. The room was empty. He was vaguely relieved. She must have taken his advice and gone home early. He ought not to let any of them come till the trouble quieted down. Even in the motor cars he had chartered they weren't wholly safe. A picket might fling a stone or take a chance shot. It didn't matter now. By to-morrow the danger would have passed ” he be- THE SATURDAY Pryzak was wrong—Leary too. The men wouldn't fight—not as men fight, anyway. If they’d been like the old stock, to be sure—it wouldn’t have been safe to try starving Traffords or Cookes or Tylers into surrendering a cause they thought just. But these people—he shook his head in negation of the idea that they would turn to violence as their last resort. He watched the night thicken over the town like a slow sediment sinking in a clear fluid. Often and often he had seen the day end from this same window, seen the yellow lights multiply and brighten as the sun faded; taken a builder's thrill of pride in them as so many symbols of success. Now as the twilight died the streets darkened. Here and there in the huddled buildings a spark revealed itself, accentuating the surrounding shadows. He found himself remembering such scattered lights as he had watched them from the hill years before. A kind of wistfulness tightened his throat and brought a stinging moisture to his eyes. Friendly lights, those lamps and can- dles—tokens of warmth and comfort against the terrors of the dark. Every one of them had had a message for him in the old days. Now—he shook the mood from him, angry at himself for the descent into sticky senti- ment. He tried to smoke, but his tighten- ing nerves rejected the factitious solace. Nine o’clock. They would be listening to Borkmeyer now, shrieking his turgid lunacy in distorted English which their ears must strain to understand. A sudden impulse overpowered him. It would be dark, even with such makeshift illumination as they sould manage. No one could recognize him if he kept in the shadows. Why not The sheer adventure of it tempted him. He found an old overcoat in the closet, a felt hat with a limp brim. The guard at the gate flashed an electric torch in his face to verify his answer to the challenge. He went out into a deserted street, black with the almost palpable darkness of country lane. Presently, guided by a sure instinct for distance and direction, he came within earshot of the meeting. They were holding it in the open—on the sand-lot where the next block of cottages would be built. He saw a group of men in the center of a huddled mass of black and guessed that a crude platform had been put up. Gasoline torches flared and flickered at its corners. A harsh voice carried to him, its key eloquent before he could distinguish words. Borkmeyer! He made out the thick, almost deformed torso, the head set seemingly on the shoulders, the distorted features of the orator, grimacing as he strained his vocal cords, the waving, up- lifted fists Gradually his ear caught the thread of the man’s frenzied clamor. He smiled thinly at the worn absurdities, pointed now because they were centered on him- self ‘You wouldn't believe us when we told you you were slaves. Do you believe us now, when your master takes the lights out of the shanties he gives you to live in, lets your children cry for water, denies you the right to live unless you do his bidding? Will you wait till he sets up a whipping post and flogs you as his kind flogged you in the old days?” He was faintly pleased at this. The blow had struck heavily, it seemed. Borkmeyer could scream himself speechless; the fact remained that Matthew Trafford ruled. They had chosen to appeal to the decision of strength. Let them make the best of it now that they knew he was strongest. “What can you do? You ask me what you can do?"’ Borkmeyer flung his arms high. “I'll tell you. If you’re men you'll take what's yours—take it and keep it. If you're slaves you'll crawl back on your bellies and kiss Matt Trafford’s foot. What can you do? When there are five thousand of you—and only two hundred hired thugs against you! Take the mills! They're yours—you built them with your bloody sweat. Take them and keep them! Run them yourselves for your own profit! They’re doing it in Russia. Why can’t you do it here? Throw Trafford’s paid butchers into the river and take what’s yours!” Trafford sensed the rising response in the crowd. He thought of a great sleeping beast slowly waking, moving its muscles experimentally, finding its strength. An impatient pity for the folly of the men who could be herded by the frothing maniac under the torches gave way to a nascent fear. If they guessed that he stood here EVENING POST they would kill him with their hands, suffocate him as bees kill their drones, by the mere press of their crowding bodies. And suddenly he understood what Mar- garet Patton had meant. These men were what he had made them—he and his kind. The law of Nature which would have sifted and sorted them had been suspended long enough to fashion them as he saw them now. Borkmeyer was right. They were slaves—in the sense that a higher intelligence shepherded them; fed and clad and housed them; set them to appointed tasks; gave them, unasked and undesired, the gifts for which free men struggle and sweat and die. And as water seeks eternally its level, so whatever force lay behind this ferment rose against men’s artifice. In their own despite these fatted cattle rebelled against the thing which pro- tected them against the basic law. It seemed to Matthew Trafford as if a mighty hand descended on him; as if some stern and unrelenting power overruled his will. A builder? Yes, like those nameless architects who had lifted their sun-baked brick terraces to scale heaven while their gods laughed. Babel—the parallel fasci- nated him, while Borkmeyer’s screaming words battered at his ears. That was what he had built—another Babel; not a city, not a commonwealth, but this futile coun- terfeit—a crowd, a mob. Slowly, with the clamor of the agitator’s abuse dulling behind him, he walked back to the mills. His mind moved against his will, carrying him remorselessly toward a decision he foresaw and against which all his instincts cried out. The guard at the gate challenged him sharply. He felt the tension in the tone. This man too stood in the path, a straw in the course of a torrent. He stopped as the fellow recognized him. “‘Where’s Leary?” The guard wasn’t sure. He thought the leader would be down by the train. Traf- ford turned away, conscious of a dominant force which refused to pause and parley with his marshaled logic. The lighted windows of the cars guided him. He fourd Leary talking in whispers with a group gathered on the platform of the rearmost slee per. ‘They’re due to show up any time now.” Leary spoke in a hush of excitement. ‘I’ve had a couple of men down there and they say it’s a sure thing.” “Get your men on board and pull out,” said Trafford. ‘‘Hurry up! I want you off the grounds in half an hour.” Leary stared “TI don’t get going to quit —now?” “T mean what I say! get out! Now!” “But, Mr. Trafford’’—Leary’s voice lifted—‘‘they mean business down there. Even if you're ready to quit, it’s a safe bet the y'll tear hell loose before you can tell ’e m 4 ‘I'm giving orders here.” Trafford moved his head as a man does when a per- sistent insect troubles him. ‘‘Get your men off my grounds in half an hour. That's you. You mean you're Get your men and saw the contempt deepen in the lean Leary’s lips drew clear of his short teeth. He swore in a thin, grating whisper and spat in the cinders of the roadbed. “All right! Just as you say!” He turned, spoke to the men behind him. Trafford stayed only to see them scatter on his bidding. Then, walking heavily, he went back to the office. When the mills went down Matthew Trafford would go down with them. There was a curious consolation in the thought. It came to him with an effect of rest after strain. His work was done. He watched the string o: lights move down the track, vanish at the first curve. He sat before the window which overlooked the main gates, strangely at peace with himself. He took no heed of time. It might have been an hour before his ear caught the first sound of the mob—a faint, droning noise, rising and falling a little, like a chant. Lights appeared in the darkness of the street, wavering and dancing sparks, brightening and expanding as he watched them. He drew in aslow breath. It wouldn’t be long now. He knew what would happen in spite of Borkmeyer’s fantastic proposals of confiscation. Once that mob streamed through the gates with its gasoline torches there could be only one result. ‘“‘ Fire makes all clean again’’—the quotation crept into his thought with an effect of reassurance. He wondered whether the polyglot mob had June 19,1920 burned their tower ages ago at Babel. Probably they had tried. Fire makes all clean —— He sprang up, himself again, as his door opened. “Margaret!”’ He ran toward her, his interval of mad- ness past, his mind keenly awake to the vastness of his folly. “TI had to come,” she whispered. “7 tried to stay away, but “Never mind. We'll have to hurry or they’ll find us here.” He gripped her arm, drawing her toward the stairs. ‘‘ You must run. They’ll be here in a minute or two.’ “But the guards “T’ve sent them away. You're right. It Let them smash isn’t worth fighting for. it. Fire makes all clean.’ She ran beside him now, keeping pace with him. He felt a savage pride in this, as if her strength and swiftness were some- how his. They reached the side entrance as the torches swept in at the main gates. He led the way straight up the slope of the bare hill. A hundred yards from the street it flattened to another level. He stopped and turned. A long spout of yellow flame stabbed up into the night. He laughed. “_ thought so. It’ll make a pretty fire, Margaret. She touched his arm. “T don’t understand why —— “But you do! It was your idea! I—I guess I lost my head or I'd have fought it out. But somehow I seemed to see it all as you must have seen it yesterday. It’s better for them to kill the golden goose better for me too, maybe. I— it’s queer how the thing rests me, Margaret. I’m through —— “I know! I feel that too. There was a kind of weight, as if we carried them all on our shoulders.” ‘Yes—when Nature meant them to walk. Anyway, it’s ended. And Trafford’s ended too. With the mills gone there won’t be even the shell of a city here.” “T wonder.” The flare of the spreading flames lighted her face. Her voice caught his curiosity. “Don’t! The town dies when the mills stop. That’s sure!” “‘T wonder. You won't go, You're going to stay here?” “Maybe. I hadn’t thought about it. Yes, I suppose I'll stay.’ ““Yes, and so will the others who belong here. We're rooted deep, Matt—deeper than we know.” His name on her lips startled him. He was silent, studying her in the blaze of the Babel he and she had built. ‘They'll go, of course, but they’ll leave us here. There was Trafford before there were mills. It won't die. They—our grandfathers built better than we have, Matt.” “*Maybe.”’ He was not interested. Some- thing deeper than his compelling dreams of his city absorbed him now. He touched her arm. ‘‘ Margaret, you helped me do it. You hated it, and yet you worked as hard as [ did.’ She lifted her shoulders. ‘Yes, it was better than—than nothing. I suppose we've all a little of the building instinct in us. We ought to have. Think of the blood in us, the men who chose to fight their way back into the hills and make a nation in a wilderness, and the women who went with them. We can’t help trying to do what they did. We'll build badly, if we must, but we'll build something.” “IT wonder if they meant it.”” He pressed his lips straightly. ‘‘Do you suppose they went about it deliberately, as I did planned to found a republic in the woods?” He broke off in a laugh. ‘Of course they didn’t! They never dreamed of anything like this. All they wanted was—was “It doesn’t matter. They built some- thing—and it endures. And what we built—you and I together $8 She flung a hand out toward the roaring fires at their feet. The light streamed on her face. Quite simply and suddenly Matthew Trafford saw the truth by that illumination. “I know—now. They weren’t trying to build towns or cities or nations —those peo- ple began at the beginning. They built — families— homes. They built—men and women. Margaret—I—we ——” She turned slowly, calmly toward him. And the fire, making all clean where he had built his Babel, gave him light to un- derstand her eyes. He knew that his build- ing had not ended—nor begun. And he knew that it would endure. will you?

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=" THE SATURDAY EVENING POST HOW Al TOWN COMES BACK (Continued from Page 23) of $20,000; with this letter r before me I told him that he was good with us for $40,000 if he needed it. “He was in here a few days ago and showed me a statement covering his business operations since i the storm; things had ' come along better than he had expected. “*You know I told you I thought I would be even with the world in two years,’ he said cheerfully. ‘I am going to do better than that. If business keeps up my assets will catch up with my debts inside of three months more.’”’ The action of the De- troit executive is typical of the way the big con- cerns of the country treated their debtors in Corpus Christi. I did not hear of an instance where any creditor has pressed a Corpus debtor for money. There were one or two cases where merchants settled with their credi- contes that I had come in to pry into her private affairs. | ‘You were in busine | here at the time of the | | storm?” I aske “Tl wa the milliner answered brijetly ‘Wa \ ir stocr aged much?" IL ; foolishly, glancing round at the chie creation in traw, silk and feather **It wasn't a total loss,’’ she replied I got twenty-four dollars out of it She had lized twenty-four d¢ out of a stock that invoiced more than $6000 the day big storm. Yet here she was a few mont! afterward with a store full before the of new hat », her name in fresh gilt letter on the window, and cheerful a am liner Can reasol ably be who i nterrupted her work. She could not understand why anyone tors at a discount and left town to go into busi- ness elsewhere, but the business men of Corpus do not like to talk about it. Such cases are a reflection on the hundred-cents-on-the-dollar spirit of the town. If any man doubts the value of keeping his nerve in discouraging times he ought to hear of another case the banker told me about. This man, it seems, also had a busi- ness that was pretty badly damaged, but his loss was not near so great as that of the young manufacturer. He was worth prob- ably $50,000 before the storm, and his net holdings now are possibly $20,000. “Of course it was a hard blow,” the banker told me, “‘but not a knockout by any means. He owes some money, but not enough to worry over. He is just in the prime of life and should have at least thirty years of good work in front of him. But he seems to have lost his nerve.” An Island of Gloom “‘He is perfectly honest and has no in- tention of beating anyone out of anything. But since the storm he does not put much punch into his work; he complains a little about his hard luck, and that makes people shy of him. There is a general understand- ing round town that it is our duty to be cheerful ‘‘A few days ago there was a meeting of our bank directors at which we were going over the names of our customers, with a view of deciding on credit, should they ask for it. In ordinary North Beach Residence District He was polite enough to everybody, but whenever he spoke there was a little pessi- mism in what he said. Mostly he sat round in an abstracted sort of way, looking un- happy. It wasn’t long before the crowd evaporated, one or two quietly slipping off at a time. The last I saw of Blank he was sitting by himself in one of the big leather-covered chairs where the crowd had been gathered, looking gloomily out the window. “*Tt’s the same way at other places, You know a lot of the younger business men gather in the Greek restaurant round the corner here at lunch time every day. Well, I went in there yesterday. The gang wa all there, lined up on the high stools against the counter. There were just two vacant Blank was there eating, with one of the vacant stools on each side of him. He was a little island of gloom in the midst of a sea of cheerfulness. “*A man like that isn’t going to attract much business to himself. Blank is going to have a poor chance to get back where he was before the storm unless he braces up. I do not think we would be justified in lending him any of the bank’s money.’” As I walked round Corpus Christi’s main streets looking for someone to tell me how people get back into business after being thoroughly knocked out I ran across a neat- looking millinery store. Snappy-looking spring hats were in the show window, each stoc ls. one labeled with a price card designed to prove to the public that the hats were not only chie but cheap. Everywhere in Corpus it is possible to tell how deep the water rose in any particu- lar spot by looking at the side of some building for the stain of black oil which the storm brought in from broken tanks across the bay. On the side of the millinery the oil stains were probably twelve feet above the sidewalk Ladies’ hats are not built to resist much v oil, sea water and driftwood, a 4 pelled by a wind blowing more than a hundred miles an hour. I went in to see how a milliner had managed to make a store be ng pro as no great rush to wait on més as I entered and asked to see the proprietor; men who go into millinery narily salesmen or bill col just as well wait. Directly the proprietor came out of the workroom at the re an unfinished hat in one hand an ribbon in the other; there was just a ta of suspicion in her voice as she inquired what she could do for me “How's business?” being able to think of anything more ap stores are ord ctors, and can _ ’ I asked lamely, propriate, “*Business is all right,’’ answered the milliner abstracts rupt me so much th: my work.” it people inter I can't keep up with times if there is any doubt as to the credit of a man who comes in to ask for a loan we tell him to wait until the board shall pass on it, but now we want to be in posi- tion to do business with him at once; he may not be able to wait for a meeting of the board. “The name of the man who complains about his losses finally came up; I asked the other members of the board what should be done if he should come in and ask for a loan. One of the board members spoke in reply, a man who is himself a merchant and has built a comfortable fortune up from nothing. ‘I don’t think we ought to risk the bank’s money on a man who has lost his nerve,’ he said. ‘Blank isa good fellow all right, but he is going to lose what money he has left unless he changes his ways. The other night I was in one of the hotels talk- ing to half a dozen fellows in the lobby and Blank came in and joined the crowd. should be interested in her affairs, but after a littl coaxing she sat down on the store settee and told all about it meanwhile sewing ribbons and things on the hat that she had brought out of the workroom She had been in business about five Ff \.> year efore that she had been a trimmer making her headquarters with a St. Li wholesale millinery house and g out eacl vv 1 fall to take cl f the m 1eT rtment of yim mall-tow retailer. The women of twenty tow: Texas, Louisiana and Mi made happier by her workmanship during the past tifteen year Corpus Christi and liked it so we Sippl Nave bee She trimmed one yn The Milliner’s Story she tarted in a sma way becuuse aid not have much capita ind » easy for a woman to get merchandise redit as fora man. That is her statement ot mine When she said it I st ypped he and asked why it wa I had alwa inde tood that women were more tr im me I gue because W ‘ i ) to throw up ¢ thing t ed he answered ind e} bands don’t want to pa ff a f i eve iw each her If | were I a 't believe I wou myself,”” she added edi } ¢ four ve , had tma ! yreat I t vhen t , ' { ' pus Ch 1 ha been affected evere drought t ind, of t ike ‘ » get esta ‘ D , e is wor on smaliyeay But t t ere wonderf roy i ith Texas last imme and she prey ed tO Make a paid her bills, and so when he went to St. Loui to buy her fall stock there wa no ¢ t jue ion of getting good on credit She bought more than $4000 wort} of shape flowers and ribbons, to be paid for later in the seasor I did not ask how n $4000 worth of raw ma terials in the milling yb ness would amount to wher finished up and sold acro the counter; such a quest might have seemed prying It may be assumed, how In the Business Section ever, that she was due far nice profit.

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wart | Hi Wat Nililil mA Include this kegulator ‘With your Heating Plant HM Min THE SATURDAY The time to install new heating plants for next winter is now. When ordering your installation be sure to buy a furnace which is equipped with The Little Draft-Man “Furnace |x| Regulator With this equipment a part of your heating plant you can lie in bed every cold morning until the house is warm. Set the regulator at night and in the morning the ‘Little Draft-Man”’ the damper and closes the check. opens During the day you regulate the flow of heat by merely turning the regulator in the “off’’ or “on’’ direction. ‘The only attention the furnace supply fuel. The ‘*Littlhe Draft-Man’”’ is practical, dependable, and works equally well with old or new heating plants of any make—warm air, hot water, steam furnaces or boilers. Installation is easy. ‘The entire mechanism is enclosed in a beautiful bronzed case which is fastened on the wall in the living rooms directly above your furnace chains. needs is to To Heating Equipment Dealers The public is being educated to appreciate com- plete home heating comfort. Be prepared to meet this demand. Sell a furnace equipped with the **Little Draft-Man’’ Furnace Regulator. We will be glad to send you complete information, with list of manufacturers who include the “Little Draft-Man”"’ as standard equipment. Sahlin Manufacturing Co. GRAND RATION, acemoats Canadian Distributors, McClary’s, London, Ont Tei Ta EVENING POST On the Sunday of the big storm she was spending the day with some friends who lived in the part of town that was first cut off by the rising water. Out of eight persons in the house she was the only one who came through it alive. It was about midnight when the house definitely went to pieces and she was in the water with the wind blowing a hundred miles an hour and heavy driftwood jamming in every direction. She thinks it was a chicken coop that she got hold of and hung on to as long as she remem- bers anything. Anyhow § she was lying be- side a battered old chicken coop when she was found late the next evening lying un- conscious on the beach five miles across the bay. She was pretty badly cut on the head and for more than two weeks she was totally blind. They first carried her to a farmhouse temporarily turned hospital, and afterward to a regular hospital in a neighboring town. It was a month before she got back to the boarding house in Corpus Christi where she had lived before the storm. When she got well enough to sit up in bed she let it be known that she would like to have some work to do, and some cf her old customers began to bring her materials to be made into fall hats. It was nearly three months after the storm before she was able to go down into the business district where her store had been. The Red Cross had gathered up the tangled remains cf what had once been her stock in trade and had it in storage. She sorted it over and got quite a pile of useful materials; these she sold in a bargain lot for twenty-four — llars. It was her entire alvage out of a stock worth more than $5000. She had a little money in bank, and that, togeth er with the twenty-four dollars and what she had earned trimming hats in her boarding-house bedroom, amounted to more than $200. With this money in her pocket she bought a ticket to St. Louis and went to see her creditors. She owed her wholesale house $4000. In the past they had sometimes been a litile evere with her when she had not re mitt ted promptly. Once when she had written them that she would like to take an « xtra sixty days on a bill of goods they wrote back snappishly that they had to pay their own bills promptly and they expected their customers to do the same. The Good Samaritan in St. Louis But the head of the wholesale house was urprisingly pleasant when she got to St. Louis and told him that she had nothing at all with which to pay the $4000 she owed him. He didn’t seem to want to talk about business at all, but asked her how it felt to be drifting round in the ocean in the middle of the night with a hurricane going on. He was particularly interested in knowing if she was afraid to die when it seemed there was so little chance of c pd through. After a while he asked her if she felt well enough to go to work again. “Why, yes,” she answered; ‘‘T am feel- ng very well now. Anyhow I've got to get to work, and I thought perhaps you could find me a job as trimmer somewhere. I must get busy if I ever expect to begin pay ig ofl my de bts. * The wholesaler didn’t seem to be paying much attention to what she was saying. He fumbled with some papers on his desk and even read a couple of letters before he re- sponded. “Is your old storeroom in Corpus still vacant?” he finally asked. “It was three days ago when I left,” she answered. “That’s good,” he said. ‘You had bet- ter send a wire telling the landlord that you want to rent it again. Then after lunch you go down in our showrooms and. buy your opening bill. I guess we can give you a little extra time on your purchases until you get going good. - ‘But I haven’t got a cent even to make the first payment with,” she objected. “Have I said anything about a first pay- ment?” he demanded irritab ly. “You go ah ead and buy your goods.” “But there is the $4000 I already owe you,” she persisted. “You don’t owe us a cent,” he said sort of roughly. He reached down in a drawer of his desk and pulled out a legal-looking paper on which there was an itemized state- ment of her account. He dipped a pen in red ink and wrote across the face of the statement in big letters the words “ Paid in full.” June 19,1920 Up to this part of our story she had talked in a pleasant conversational way. Even when she told about hanging on to the chicken coop in the water all night she had laughed about it and made a little joke about not being much of a chicken herself But when she got to the words “Paid in full” her voice sort of gave out and she got up and went back into the workroom, pre- tending to look for something. I saw her through the curtains powdering her nose with a piece of chamois in front of a mirror before she came out again. So instead of getting a job as trimmer she bought a new stock of goods and went back to Corpus. Her name is on the sig! above the door in bright gold letters and the show window is full of tempting bar- gains in the latest St. Louis styles. She said she was sorry she couldn’t answer my question about how people get back into business after being knocked out. With her it was just a case of things turning out that way, she said. “But, of e ourse, I wouldn’t think of letting those people cancel that $4000 debt,”’ she concluded. “If I have any luck I can easily pay it off in five or six years Meanwhile I am protecting them.” She went back to a little safe and brought out an official- looking document to show me. It was a $4000 insurance policy on her life, with the St. Louis wholesale house named as beneficiary. “T really thought I ought to do it,” she said, “‘on account of their being so nice to me.” It certainly looks as though that whole- sale house will get its money one way or another. Generous Creditors to the Rescue I learned that it-had become quite a fad for Corpus business people to take out in- surance policies as a protection to their creditors. Everywhere I heard praise of the attitude assumed by the big concerns of the country toward their debtors in Corpus Christi. A music store had all its talking machines float out through the broken show windows and lose themselves in the waters of the Gulf. The manufacturers wrote the music-store man to send in a list of all the machines lost; when this had been done new machines were sent to take their places free of all cost, even the freight charges being prepaid. A banker told me that no less than six out-of-town banks, entirely unsolicited, sent him deposits of currency to help him out in case there was a run on his institu- tion by depositors. A hardware man reported that one of the big stove manufacturers in the Middle West wired him to give to needy poor any stoves he might have in stock that had been rusted by the water, and new stoves would be for- warded at once to take their places in his stock. A wholesale drug house wrote all its customers in Corpus Christi that their ac- counts would be automatically extended one year. A furniture dealer told me that when telegraph communications had been re- stored, a couple of days after the storm, he received a wire from one of his creditors asking about his financial condition. This particular firm had always been a close collector; if the furniture ‘man had not paid a bill on the date it fell due there was a sharp letter of inquiry. If the bill ran a week past due the firm would draw on him through his bank. When the furniture man got the telegram asking about his financial condition he presumed the concern was worried about its money and he wired back a curt message stating that there was no cause for alarm as he expected to pay his bills. In a few hours he received a telegram in reply. The furniture man has the message framed and hanging on the wall in his office to show how a hard soulless corporation will sometimes act. I copied the exact wording: “You misunderstood our meaning. We want to help. Wire us how much money you need and draw on us for same.” After my talk with the milliner I went out and joined another chamber-of-commerce committee. I noticed on this committee one particularly active worker whom any- one would have known for a professional man. He looked to be about sixty years old, fat, rosy-faced, and wore his clothe: sort of loose and careless, the way men do Concluded on Page 100)

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—— lems THE SATURDAY EVENING POST This Wheel-Talk is the last of a Series of Eight that have appeared at regular intervals in this publication. If you have read these Wheel-Talks you now have, we trust, a clearer understanding of the functions and essentials of the modern, scientif- ically designed motor car wheel. Briefly summarized those essentials are: A motor car wheel should be so designed and con- structed that road-shocks cannot be transmitted to the mechanism of the car; that there can be no con- centration of strains at any one point; that the weight in the wheel be scientifically distributed; that tire changing and wheel-changing be made easy; that the Wheel cut cleanly through mud, sand and snow and be easily cleaned; that the wheel stay round and hold the tire firm and true at all times; that there be no rattling spokes or squeaking rims—t.e., the wheel be actually noiseless; that the wheel be very Strong, yet very light; that the wheel save tires and gasoline, increase the efficiency and prolong the life of the motor car. Can you conceive of any wheel, other than a single disc steel wheel, that can accomplish a// these things. comply with @// these require- ments? oul he Wheels of. {ay om a? Therefore, the wheels should be made of steel, like the rest of the motor car. ‘The march of progress is irresistible. The law of evolution is not to be denied. ‘I he old horse- drawn carriage, the progenitor of the motor car, was practically a// wood. So were the early, the primitive motor cars. Gradually steel, lighter, vastly stronger, more pliable, more durable, more beautiful, has become dominant in motor car construction. ‘The wheels, most obstinately clinging to tradition, were the last to yiel | to steel. Is it not logical as well as inevitable that the Wheels, like the rest of the motor car, should be made of steel? Not only the greater beauty, but the greater safety, comfort and economy of Disteel Wheels have been ac hieved by steel. Steel Wheels mean Disteel Wheels. Upon request we shall be glad to send you this Series of Wheel-] alks,« ompiled in be .ok-form. Exclusive Manufacturers Detroit Pressed Steel Company, Detroit, U.S. A. Disteel W heel Plant, Cabot Avenue New York: 1846 Broadway at 6lst St. Boston: 925 Boylston Street Automobile Frame Plant, Mt. Elliott Avenue Chicago: 732 Michigan Avenue San Francisco : 326 Rialto Building DISTEEL WHEELS The Wheels That Complete Tbe Car

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(Concluded from Page 98) who have professional duties on their minds. He was the type of man one in- tinctively calls Doce Professional men much at town boosting most of the soliciting that goes on every day in the year in every normal American and city. Unless it is a very well- drive the workers just content with going into the stores along e main streets and do not bother the up- airs offices at all. I think I am safe in erting that the most prosperous lawyer any community does not have to buy mne-tenth so many tickets to amateur enter- tainments as does the smallest groceryman n that same unity. But the man on my eommittee was one of the most enthusiastic boosters, though a professional man. He was detailed to call on the hardest prospects. He outargued those who demanded to know what that old chamber of commerce had ever done anyhow, and he patiently reasoned with other conscientious objectors who stated that the chamber of commerce was nothing world but a meal ticket for the secre- Doc's faith in his home town was colossal. I heard him say more than once that New Orleans and Galveston wouldn't be in it if Corpus Christi could just get a couple of steamship lines and another rail- road and a few more good factories. Later I learned that Doc was not one of the local plutoerats inciting his fellow townsmen to boost things so as to increase the value of his own property; he was, on the contrary, one of those who had gone through the big storm and, financially had come out theesmall end of the horn. Sitting in his 6ffice that evening Doe answered my question about how it feels to go flat broke and start to make a come-back Doe is fifty-nine years old. In his young days he was something of a rover and prac ticed his profession in a dozen different towns and cities throughout the Middle West and South. Fifteen years ago he went to Corpus and decided that would be the spot where he would make his final stand He confided to me that as a boy he had always wanted to go to sea, and the real reason he located in Corpus was because he could look out on the imagine what great adventures he might have had if only his youthful ambition had been grati- fied. He thinks his life has been a kind of tragedy nothing much has ever happened to him do not ordinarily work They even escape town ganized em elve eS comm in the tary speaking, ocean and hecause Plenty Happens to Doc Doe did pretty well during his years of practice in Corpus Christi. Before the torm he had accumulated about $40,000, which he had invested in rent cottages along the shore. Rent cottages in Corpus pay well; in the winter they are taken by Northern tourists and in the summer by l'exans from the interior towns. Doe him- self lived in a nice story house with his wife and daughter out on the north beach near his flock of rent cottages. He was mighty wel! fixed for a man who doesn't especially want to be rich Ihe big storm broke on Sunday morning with heavy rain and a hurricane blowing in from the ocean. The north beach is a long point of land with the ocean in front of it and the bay behind it. By nine o'clock in the morning the water began to creep up on the beach and a good many people left their homes and went into town, where the principal residential district is on high ground, Doc didn’t feel like leaving home, however. He had some Plymouth Rock chickens that he hated to abandon, and besides he had plenty of confidence in his good two-story house. By twelve o'clock, when things began to look really bad, the street leading up into the higher part of town was too deep in water to take a chance. Along about the middle of the afternoon Doc, looking out his window, saw his rent cottages begin to go to pieces, one by one. The first to go was one located little nearer the beach than the others. It slid off its brick foundation and stood for a while tipped at a rakish angle like a wagon with one wheel broken. Then a couple of extra big waves wrenched off the front porch, and the pillars went banging round the side of the house knocking out all the windows. Inside of ten minutes the house was over on its side and the roof slid off after the front porch. What was left of the house just crumbled to pieces and mixed two THE SATURDAY in as driftwood along with chairs, tables, bureaus and wooden bedsteads. The second rent cottage went down from one mighty wallop of a great log of wood that came from somewhere out at sea, and the third house succumbed to a fishing schooner which was running amuck along the beach. Doc was getting poorer at the rate of about $2000 every fifteen minutes. The Window-Blind Rafts By evening the only house in the neigh- borhood left standing was Doc’s two-story home. The lower floor was six feet deep in water, and Doc, his wife and daughter were upstairs wondering how long the storm could keep up. His wife was pretty blue over the loss of all their rent property, but Doe cheered her up by saying that they had their home left anyhow and it was easy enough for an active man to make a good living if he didn’t have any rent to pay. He bustled round and lifted heavy pieces of furniture to prove to her how strong he really was, and that he was just as capable of taking care of a family as any young fellow that ever lived. But by nine o’clock that night Doc real- ized that he would have to pay house rent in the future along with the other expenses of the family. His two-story house was be- ginning to give way under the hammering of the storm, which never let up a minute. The foundations were weakened by the water and some heavy driftwood had banged its way into the parlor downstairs, where it was swishing round and breaking up things generally. From the lee side of the house Doc man- aged to take off three window blinds, one apiece for his daughter, his wife and him- self. He connected the blinds with pieces of clothesline so the family might not get separated on the coming trip. Doce had it all figured out that a person would stand a better chance hanging on to something light like a window blind than trying to ride to safety on a more pretentious raft. During the afternoon he had seen a whole family which was floating on the roof of a house dashed to sudden death when their raft was hit by a catapulting telegraph pole, By this time Doc’s net worth was pretty low from a financial standpoint. All his rent cottages were gone and his two-story home was about to give way under his feet. There was a small mortgage on his holdings which would just about neutralize the value of the land where the buildings had stood ut he had nearly a hundred dollars in currency, the proceeds of a bill he had col lected the day before. lle showed the money to his wife to cheer her up and re- marked that they weren't busted yet by a darn sight. Then he tied the bills in a roll with a piece of string and put the roll in his back trousers pocket, fastening it in witha safety pin. When all was ready for the start Doe got his three window blinds out on the roof of the back porch and issued final instruc- tions EVENING POST “Remember this, mamma, and you too, daughter,” he said: ‘‘ Don’t try to climb on top of your window blind. Just hang on to it with your hands and let your body down into the water as much as you can. That way you aren’t in so much danger from the driftwood.” He gave one more piece of advice, which was perhaps the most important of all, just as they were about to let themselves off the roof of the back porch into the water. “The main thing is to hang on to those window blinds,”’ he said. “‘ Hang on as long as you possibly can. And when you can’t hang on any longer, remember that it’s time to just begin hanging on.’ The waves caught them with a rush and carried them clear of the house in a second. It was so dark that they couldn’t see one another, but Doc’s family obeyed instruc- tions and let themselves deep down in the water; so they tossed along with the floating débris. The pieces of clothesline held the window blinds together for quite a while but eventually they got tangled up with a telephone pole that stuck out of the water and Doc’s window blind got torn loose from the others. There was nothing he could do for his folks then except to give them moral support, but he did that the best he knew how. “T’ll look you up over on the beach in San Patricio County first thing in the morning,” he yelled cheerfully. ‘Good night, and don’t forget to hang on to those window blinds.” It is about six miles from where Doc’s house stood over to San Patricio County across the bay. Doc doesn’t know how long he was getting there but he thinks he was in the water about four hours. The bank was rather high and steep where he struck; it was so dark that he didn’t even know he was there until a wave threw him head first into the soft clay halfway up the bank. There being nothing to catch hold of he promptly slipped back into the water again. This was repeated three or four times, and Doc thought perhaps all his trouble had been for nothing, but at last he got hold of a little bush sticking out of the bank, and that time he didn’t wash back into the water. There was a bigger bush a few feet farther up, clear of the water al- together, and Doe managed to make it. Then he sort of collapsed. Assets: One Gunny Sack Doe lay under that bush the rest of the night in the streaming rain, about the poorest man in the world. His clothes had been torn off in the water. He was naked except for the neckband of his shirt and the cuff of one shirt sleeve on the arm which he had kept on the under side of the window blind. He had a pain in his side and was a little worried lest he was catching pneu- monia, but it turned out to be nothing but a cracked rib. As soon as daylight came Doe got out from under his bush and climbed to the top June 19,1920 of the bank to look round. The rain had pretty well stopped by that time and he saw a little house a couple of hundred yards back from the shore. Going over ound it Doc realized for the first time how he looked. Besides being naked he was of a coal-black color, painted that way by the heavy oil that had covered the surface of the bay. The little house was occupied by a negro fisherman and his family; there were some women stirring about, and Doc realized that he ought not to go right up to the front door in his present condition even though his color might entitle him to claim kin- ship. At one side of the house was an old barn, and Doc having crept up behind that stuck his head round the corner and hollered; the fisherman heard and came out to see what he wanted. Doc’s first request was for the loan of a pair of pants. The negro regretfully replied that he would be glad to accommodate him but unfortunately he himself was wearing the only pair of pants that he owned. To show that his heart was in the right place, however, he said he would see what he could do. He invited Doc to step into the tumble-down barn and presently found an old gunny sack that he sometimes used to tote fish in from the beach up to his house. He cut two holes in the lower end of the gunny sack big enough for Doc to stick his legs through, and found a piece of string long enough to tie the open end round Doc’s body. Thus clothed, Doe stepped boldly out in the open to go and look for his family, a fat man, fifty-nine years old, with a cracked rib and assets of one secondhand gunny sack which he had got on credit. A few hundred yards up the beach he met a neighbor of his ffom Corpus Christi who also had floated across the bay. Thoughts on Being Cleaned Out “Hello, Doc,” he said. “‘I just saw your wife and daughter back there about a quarter of a mile. They're looking for you.” That is about all there was to Doc’s story. The Red Cross furnished enough clothes for the family to go respectably back to Corpus Christi, where they were able to rent a furnished flat on credit. When Doe went down to his office he found that his desk and other furniture had been pretty well ruined by the water, but the landlord let him have some office fur- nishings that had been on an upper floor and were undamaged. Within a week after the storm Doe was at work again. He says he has fifteen years of good work in him, and barring accidents will lay up at least thirty dollars to take care of himself and family in old age. Though Doe had told me what he did during the big storm he had not quite an- swered the question I most wanted to know about, and so I put it to him straight. “Please tell me this,” I said: ‘‘When you were over there on the beach in San Patricio County, without a cent in the world and not even a shirt on your back, how did you feel? Did it seem as if the bot- tom had dropped out of everything? Did you have any idea that you could make a come-back?’ Before he could answer someone came into his office and Doc bustled round at- tending to the business in hand for ten or fifteen minutes. Then he came back and sat opposite me again, his fat body very straight in his office « *hair. ““Why, yes,” he said, “TI can tell exactly how I felt. After my neighbor had told me that my wife and daughter were safe and looking for me I started in their direction, running as fast as I could. But after a little my cracked rib began to hurt and I had to sit down and rest. “As I sat there I thought how hard I had always worked and now I hadn’t a cent in the world. Andrew Carnegie had recently died and I reflected a little bitterly that he had given away millions and yet had died a rich man. He hadn’t worked any harder than I had, and yet here I was out on the beach, naked except for a gunny sack. “Then I shook off these gloomy thoughts and got up to go to my wife and daughter. As I went along I looked down at my husky old body, which was still in good working condition. ““*Yes, Andrew Carnegie had a hundred million dollars,’ I said to myself, ‘and I haven’t a cent. But there is just one thing in which I have got the best of it: Andrew Carnegie is dead. But I’m aliye!’”

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE TOAD (Continued from Page 17) OYCE Moto-Meter will save you money and avoid breakdowns and repairs just as it is doing daily for millions of other motorists, Boyce Moto-Meter tells you at a glance it your motor Is running too hot, too cool or at a safe, normal temperature. The moment any mishap or abnormal condition arises that might subject your engine to the ravages of excessive heat and friction, Boyce Moto Meter warns you before damage is done. That’s how it eliminates engine troubles and repair bills. That's why your car deserves one. We especially recommend Boyce Moto- Meter for such cars as Overland, Studebaker, Dodge, Cadillac, Buick, Reo, Chandler, Cleveland and Ford. THE MOTO-METER COMPANY, Inc. LONG ISLAND CITY NEW YORK, U.S. A. | at last Even the silent Goosewings was moved He twined his long legs, cracked his knuckles and tried to break in as a | rival. “To Pembroke Fair,” said he, ‘I seen a cu-cunjrer oncet, chewed glass and et up p-poison, afore your face and eyes. ’T wan't rale poison, somebody lets on. ‘Hain’t it?’ says the cu-cunjrer, and chucked out a two-ouncet fial full "mongst the crowd. ‘Per-perfessor,’ s’e, ‘you settle it. Is she rale p-poison, or is she not?’ Appears they was a per-perfessor standin’ there to look on. He didn’ haf to take but one sniff the bottle. ‘Yis, deadly,’ s’e, right off like that. ‘She'd kill a w’ale, fust drop.” The cu-cunjrer m-muckled on to her again and wigged her one g-gullup, and laughed, and went "bout his business, givin’ away shirt tuds and leniment f-for prizes ’s if his g-guts was so much s-s-so’ luther. I wate..ed him clos’ too. He downed her.” his bit of table talk Goosewings con- tributed earnestly, wagging his hatchet face up and down, as though to chop the Gor- dian knots of speech. ‘Guess they was a ketch in it some- wheres,”” said Noah. “Sleyth of hand muybe. He made some pass and deceived ve ‘*Never d-done no such thing!” cried the other, with heat. ‘Right in the open air, and me standin’ under him so’s I could see int’ the roof of his mouth!” During their argument, which moved lowly and lasted long, Zenobia bent over talph’s shoulder to get some dish from the table. He looked up, and caught in her eyes a secret light, a gleam of suppressed laughter. For a moment, at that close range, he seemed to share with her a droll understanding; then she was gone across the room to her work; but the brightness of her look and the touch of her arm that had brushed him he still felt with a quick intimacy. The spirit of youth and fun had breathed on him in passing. It went to his head. Capping Goose- wings’ yarn with a better, or at least a more polished, he talked on gayly. Old Noah sat in judgment, but from time to time gave a chuckle; the young rustic, though he hung his face down, could not keep from appearing sourly entertained; and Ralph himself knew that he was in great form as a prince of good company. His recompense came at bedtime, after Loveday had said: “You show him his room, Zenoby. I hope you pitch in a good sleep, sir, for you must be tuckered after all that walkin’. Good night, sir.” Upstairs in a narrow passageway Zenobia left him before a closed door. “You'll find your things inside.” She gave him the little brass lamp with which she had lighted the way. ‘Afraid it ain't any too comf'table.” Ralph, watching her face over the lamp, thought her the prettiest thing he had ever seen. She was all life and color, smiling with a kind of frightened mischief, made bold by admiration. “Well, there! This evening—I don’t know when we had so much fun!” She spoke hurriedly and low, almost whispering. Then she turned and fled down the passage, down the stairs. His room had two black bearskins on the floor, a patchwork quilt on the bed, and a painted chest of drawers, where he found his knapsack. The offending brogues peeped from below the bed. Ralph cared nothing for all this, but got rid of his lamp, to stand upright under the slanting roof, stare about him, and draw a long breath. As if dazzled, he saw her pictured on the darkness. ‘“‘Humph!" At last he woke and grinned. ‘‘Don’t believe my foot will get well for some days now!” He looked at the borrowed moccasins and remained still, thinking mr E CAME down early for breakfast, prepared to make this day begin as well as the last had ended, or better. Plans of enjoyment filled his head. He entered the room with a smiling morning face. It went for nothing, wasted; no one was there, and though by his place at table a meal lay waiting he saw that the rest of the household had eaten and gone. ‘**What ungodly hours!” thought Ralph. The sun had not cleared the firs on the hill; without a cloud the upper air shone June 19,1920 wonderfully bright, while yet a brownish haze, earth’s long-drawn shadow, clung to the valley and the alder brook in low con- tours of twilight. A crow cawed, welcoming warmth among his treetops. In the open barn door, hitched right and left by rope to the jambs, a tall white horse drowsed as if expecting to be curried, and pawed with a shaggy forefoot. “Ungodly victuals too.” Returning from the window Ralph sat down and eyed his breakfast with scorn—tea, bread and pickings of salt codfish. “IT can’t eat them.” The things were hot, he found; but in his disgust he did not draw the plain conclu- sion thut somebody had watched or listened for him and set them forth accordingly in time. Pains taken by anyone else meant little to Ralph, nothing when the outcome proved, as now, so meager. ‘““How do people work and keep alive,” he wondered, “‘on such fearful chow?” It was enough to spoil a man’s day. He sat glooming over it, but at last had to eat and drink. “That or go hungry.” While trying to feed he heard sounds of life overhead, foot teps,t he creak of boards, voices that rumbled once or twice, and the steady whisking of a brush on cloth. The Lovedays, then, were still indoors. This fact surprised him. He had thought farm- ers—the old kind, lingering round the edge of woods—went out as soon as awake to plow or tend cattle or do something rural under the morning star. But now time passed, the sun had risen, daylight flooded the valley, and here these mysterious peo- ple lurked in their bed chambers. An hour or more dragged by. Then came a sound of doors opening and feet, heavy and slow, on the stairway. Another sur prise greeted him when his hosts appeared in the door. “Good morning!” **Mornin’, sir.”’ They were all strangely transfigured: old Noah and his helper by black clothes of a formal cut, so ample and loose hung that both men seemed to have shrunk overnight; the girl Zenobia by a tight black dress and a grandmotherly hat. Ralph wondered what blight had fallen on them, what dark- ness. Perhaps they were going to.a funeral Father and daughter came into the room Goosewings with a friendly grin turned and disappeared down the passage. “Well, sir’’—Loveday looked nowhere and spoke as to himself—‘‘can ye manage, and hold the fort alon’? Wekind o’ guessed, maybe, you wouldn’t feel eagle to going with us so fur.” “Going? Oh,” ventured Ralph, “I hope—TI hope it’s not bad news that calls you away?” They both regarded him oddly, as if puzzled. The girl’s face, so young and bright with the play of thought, made a very droll contrast to her middle-aged gar- ments. “Why,” she said, ‘‘to-day’s Sunday!” Had her father not been there, it seemed, she would have laughed. “I—I probably lost count,” replied Ralph. Noah’s gaze traveled about the room. “Tt hain’t never bad news,” he mum- bled, “‘that draws folks, to meetin’, don’t seem’s ’ough.” Ralph thought to clear his character; besides, he felt this girl’s way of looking, the mirth hidden in her great red-brown eyes, as a kind of challenge; and seeing her now he remembered their good night in the corridor upstairs, and determined that wherever she were going she cculd not leave him behind. ““May I come too?’’- He suddenly re- membered also that he was lame, and shuf- fled a few steps. ‘‘If you think it’s all right for me to appear in these things.” He pointed at the moosehide moccasins. “Wore ’em there my own self,” declared Loveday, ‘‘many’s the time.” His daughter said nothing. With a quick but careful motion she took Ralph's dishes from the table and, carrying them so as not to touch her black dress, crossed the room. “Then I will, Mr. Loveday.” She was busy in the sunlight by the win- dows, her back turned; but somehow Ralph caught an impression that his words pleased her. “Feet ain’t what has to pass muster,” said Noah. The stooping little graybeard, (Continued on Page 107)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 19,1920 | ‘ ‘ over 6000 feet high-- make it any time without stopping. “4 THE FRANKLIN CAR 20 miles to the gallon of gasoline é J UV miles to the set of tires T2500 miles to th toft ey M slower yearly de pret lation National Average CCOMPLISHING the most difficult A motoring feats without trouble, and travelling the longest distances in a day with comfort, are examples of what the Franklin can do when called upon. This reserve of capability insures under any Some Recent conditions a day-by-day service which 1s Franklin Performances above the average. Franklin comfort, ease Portland, Me., to Top of Mt. Washington 98.2 mile non-stop, low-gear run and reliability can always be counted on as Set Wek 0a Dead ale $58.8 mile in 12 hours, § mit surely as Franklin Cconomy se Indianapolis to Syracuse and beyond 6 niles) in 22'» hour (Une drive uousiy at the wheel on Any Franklin dealer will gladly give you Cincinnati to Cleveland and return 3 mule m2 15 hours, a complete demonstration at any time. Boston to Syracuse and return 643 mile in 24 hours, 20 min. Woman driver New York to Montreal! FRANKLIN AUTOMOBILE COMPANY, 348 miles) in 9 hours, 59 minute W ate rloo, la » Non-stop, 4 reek SYRACUSE, mm a dirt road record, (865

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“a ' \ (3 { 1 mi) | | a } > Continued from Page 104) who looked and talked at nobody, might be a philosopher or u fool; Ralph could not tell which. ‘They ‘low the Lord taketh no pleasure in the laigs of a man, and likely it applies clean on down him. Tomah Nicho- las the Injun made them snow pacs five years ago, and made 'em good. But no one’s goin’ to be conscious of ’em, sir, least not after the parson gits warm and lets out.” Things moved without haste on Love- day’s Farm, for another hour passed he- fore Goosewings led round to the front door a horse and - agon. It was the tall white horse; his hairy fetlocks, like old paintbrushes, bore an incurable yellow stain, but his coat shone from the curry- comb, and his harness—a good stout coll: ir- and-hames affair—glistened with blacking. Goosewings put his lank legs over a wheel and dropped into the rear seat beside Ralph, while father and daughter mounted the front. “Stir your stumps, Danamite,” said Noah in a tone of gentle advice: and the horse, taking his own gait, lumbered away with the m. A long, slow journey it was, but one in which Ralph soon found unexpected pleasure, They went down a steep gras ribhed lane, wept unde rneath alders in a lowland where every leaf and fern and grass blade, wet with dew that had heen all but frost, gleamed silver-white in patterns of elfin beauty. They bumped over cordu roy road—sunken logs coated with moss. Fording a brown pool of the brook, they scared minnows helter-skelter, and made the black-petaled shadows of water beetles that wavered, eac] h with central dots of pris matic light, vanish from the sandy bottom. Then upl ll, solemnly del herate, Noa } horse drew them into fir woods, green shade that breathed balsam and the scent of hid den flowers. Once, in the road ahead, a covey of young grouse left their early sun bath and went from sight like so many brown yarn balls trundling under the And once the girl Zenobia jumped up and squealed. ‘He's run over!”’ She turned to look be- hind, kneeling on the seat, hugging herself in apprehension, with hands clutched Then she laughed. ‘No, he’s all right! A mole crossing the ro'd.”’ Her distress, her joy at the mole’s escape, were slight passing things and left her fac- ing Ralph for the moment as if ashamed. In these dark woods, as in the dark corridor last 1 igh Se e brightest creature alive; her face, with its change and color, adorable; and her young body—even when she had sat down again, so prim it old-womani h clothes—a figure gayls dressed for masquerade Someone else, Ralph discovered, was haring his admiration; for Goosewings beside him gave a shy grin and a wag of the head, declaring plainly that Zenobia was good to look upon. ‘I al’ays do like g-g- goin’ to meetin’,” aid Goosewings, continuing yet changing the subject. ‘“‘Best part the “week, hain’t it?’’ He wrung his lean free kled hands till the joints creaked, as if by so doing he wound up some mechanism of talk. “You'll see a raft A people there. ” His eyes regarded the back of Zenobi ia’s neck, but his words were to Ralph. “ Our p-par- draws ’em, I tell you; p-pulls ’em out their holes thick as rain does angly-worms, might say. He hain’t no ways a d-devil dodger, parson; he ketches holt and wras- tles good. Yis, sir! Can take the t-tough- est old stubb’n text in the Book, and d-drive it ‘fore him like chasin’ a squerril up a t-tree. a Noah, nodding to himself, agre ed. “He does so. The man’s a Griver!” In- spired by this word, Mr. Loveday threat- ened a sl: ip of the reins, which fell dangling harmless on the rump bones of his horse. ‘He kin so clod the texts at ye, both han ds to one time.”’ Jogging along, while the sun grew higher and the pointed shadows left the road, they discoursed thus at random of many things. Ralph would have thought it a]l stupid but for the presence of this girl before him. She spoke little, seldom glanced behind; yet she was listening, for once or twice when he laughed at some feeble joke a spark from the corner of her eyes encouraged him. At last, on a hill, firs gave way to open sky. Crossing the ridge and rattling —e its farther sl ype, the travelers entered : green pastoral country of hollow fields, hounded by dark promontories powerfully blue in the distance. Close underneath shone a lake dotted with fat little islands, leaves toge ther she se emed t} THE SATURDAY mounds of leaves floating on their reflec tion. The road bent round one end of this lake, in which as they passed Ralph saw with astonishment long seaweed drifting and a snowy gull that swam near a border of meadow grass. “T thought I'd left the sea away behind.’ “She runs up in amor gst us unbeknown everywhere,” said Noah. “She fooled ye Salt water. That plank bridge we crossed was made out the wrack of the Salva Y Hermanos, West Injies. We git plenty o’ fog, too, f'm the bellerin’ old fog fact’ry out beyond. W'oa, Danger!” They had suddenly arrived Under rowan trees full of yellowish-red berries other wagons, empty, stood in line, their horses tied to a rail fence or anchored with hitching weights. Above, on a granite hil- lock searred by glaciers long ago, where nothing grew but mullein and bull thistles, a white wooden building sat alone. It seemed forlorn, pinched and barren like the foundation rock. Some men in black who move od as though de presse od were going upstairs through the open door. The Lovedays and their guest followed Soon afterward, between Zenobia and her father, in a bleak room full of sad- looking people, Ralph heard the promised A worn little elderly man witha grim face rose on his platform before them and seized the pulpit firmly, right and left. ‘“** Benny-Eyer, the son of Jeho-Ida,’”’ he chanted with a good round voice, “‘‘ went down and sloo a lion in a pit in a snowy day.’’”’ The preacher paused and eyed them all as if ready to quell objections wonders. ‘First Chronicles, eleventh chapter, twenty-second verse. ‘Benny-Eyer, the son of Jeho-Ida, went down and sloo a lion ina pifina snowy day!’”’ What merit the followed Ralph of lions, and all that David Liv had to say about them; rarity of snow in Palestine, where “folks would take a flurry harder than what we do"; disadvantages of fighting in a pit, ‘without elhowroom to swing your weapon full heft, let alon’ you had anything more in hand than a how- arrow, those days’’ —were put forward ina homely style that was all too entertaining Noah had spoken truth, for moccasins exposition had which could not judge Ingstone meant nothing when the preacher warmed to his work. ‘Mark this: The accum’lation of diff’- culties don’t signify, not a York shillin’ father used to say. Diff'culty, trouble, the gurry of the soul-—they com pass us about, friends, from our cradle to our grave. One long battle in a snowfall so thick you can’t see front of your face. The enemy faints not nor faileth, but fur from losing heart, it keeps our interest up Benny-Eyer, the son of Jeho-Ida, warn't content with overcoming common lions ir the way, path lions, ro’d lions, turnpike lions; he walked out of his course to find "em, scrabbled down into holes after ‘em killed ’em there at odds, and red his neigh- borhood of the pesky things. And he took first chance come for it, not fine weather, but a snowy day!” Later, outdoors again, while Noah and his man lingered talking with friends on the granite mound, Zenobia turned to Ralph for confirmation of this doctrine They stood under the rowan trees, un- hitching the horse together; a task that required only one pair of hands, yet their fingers met on the rope. “‘How’'d you like the sermon?” Between them drooped the long white nose of the horse. Ralph craned over it, and saw her smiling. “Great sport,’’ he answered. His own good humor in coming to such a show pleased him greatly. He knew it hz ud pleased her. ‘‘ Funniest talk I ever heard.’ sorrer, Ferocity | | | The half-ripe berries of the rowan made | a tantalizing background for her face. ‘“‘Was it?” she said. ‘I guess it was, you're so bright about things. I’d never have thought of that part.” Her smile changed and faded. Iv HE week after that Sunday seemed to him a reckless golden age. The days flowed like a river, all sunshine and peace, but with a dark undercurrent quickening toward the plunge. What he had taken at first for another mood, another whim, became a mastering force that carried him along without resistance, or even the desire He went to sleep thinking ‘‘To- morrow I shall see her again’’; woke think- ing ‘‘I shall see her to-day"; and when (Concluded on Page 110) to resist EVENING POST TU LAL LULL LL Li TTT TTP iH AVNHERATPUANOEHIVPTNERGSURHOPTESOENOHGATHUENEHERVNeASHOUHTERNILQEPHOO HUES Ae RNAS} RNpHSROT EE Microscopic -but THERE! Litt E keen edges of steel one ten-thousandth (.0001) of an inch in thickness. They decide. If there’s one little defect in your blade, your shave isn’t right. But there ISN’T one little defect in Ever-Ready Radio Blades. At the Ever-Ready factory, mak- ing those little thin edges of beard- slicing steel is an art. All thoughts are focused on that edge. It must be perfect, more than perfect. 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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Why Are Hudson Owners Isn’t It Because Contentment in Hudson Ended Inquiry Into Others? Thousands of Hudson owners know no other make of car. Their satisfaction in the Super-Six leaves nothing to tempt them to experiment elsewhere. Our experience gives confidence to count every Hudson purchaser as a2 permanent owner. > Naturally we expect men of wide motor knowledge to select Hudson. But isn’t it a revelation of the convincing way Super-Six performance overshadows the field that thousands who profess little mechanical knowledge are just as unerring in their choice? Can Any Endorsement Rival This? For nearly five years Hudson has outsold all the world’s fine cars. And today its distinction is so wanted that we see no curb to sales except the production limitations that fine, accurate building imposes. More than 100,000 Super-Sixes are in service. That exceeds the output of any car costing above $1500, by many thousands. strong—for qualities and It fixes the specific reason It is a verdict—100,000 abilities no other car can share. for dominance of a type, unlike any other car. This chief issue is Hudson endurance. And it is ex- clusive, because it results from a patented principle. Others cannot use this invention, which by reducing vibration to within 10% of vanishing made Hudson’s unequalled reliability marks possible. Its Endurance Limits Still Undiscovered Years must elapse before we know the final limit of Super-Six endurance. We tried to establish those limits by test. Speedway trials, a double trans-continental run that no other car ever endured to finish, and the abuse of high-speed racing, failed to reveal the point at which Reus \ ‘Q SON [ie wee at ath dete ee ee a “ LALLELERELRALEAEBE: MAAAAAAASA : LAAA wy AAA br \ le ? ALAA. June 19,1920

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—— THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 109 Indifferent lo Other Cars? 100,000 Owners Now Acclaim the Supremacy of the Super-Six Hudson endurance would yield. But they did establish that the Super-Six possessed greater durability than any other car ever proved. The earliest Super-Sixes, built nearly five years ago, and still serving with undiminished satisfaction, testify how car life is practically doubled through this invention. A Satisfaction That Grows With Years They have the same rich smoothness in action and distinction of performance that instantly mark out a Hudson in any assemblage of cars. Years of service have not undermined the dependability of these early Super- Sixes. Neither replacements, loss of ability nor constant need for mechanical attention reminds the owner that his car is an old one. And Hudson style permanency means that a Super-Six of any year’s production is essentially modern in appearance. But Hudson's supremacy does not lie only in endur- ance. Though we have never emphasized speed as a major issue, the Super-Six is the fleetest stock car in the world. See What It Has Done It holds all official stock car speed records from 1 to 100 miles. It holds the acceleration records. It has made the fastest time in the world’s greatest hill-climb event—the Pike’s Peak classic. You are not likely ever to require such speed or power. But the over capacity means a reserve that frees the car from strain in any task. It means minimum wear, fewer repair needs. It gives smooth, easy riding comfort that does not fatigue. These are things that account for the unchanging loyalty 9f those who own and know Hudson. Hudson Motor Car Company, Detroit, Michigan - ny (Eee | we ee ie PPS EG ee Pa oa 8 PS, om 7 — BMS yh Be se ty, ey wer ee we so sinteded IID IID I I IDS SS SSAA ADAP AS bd AAI AIA é WA Ahbphbbhda kh Apbhhopphbhhhhhhbbbbhbhbhhbhbhbhbhhbds ES TS BOS oii, 5 ma . r >IIIIIII- eoeyre oo . MAA TM MAMAM ERE AM GRAAL GA Db bh hh he Db te ht ee hy i ee A iy

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(Concluded from Page 107) these thoughts came true could hard! to lose her a moment from sight. He lived like aman in a dream, bewitched ; ident to for early one morning as he awaited her in the front passage Ralph heard voices without Do? That's it. He d-don’t doa hand’ lained on ‘Hanl hear rh fact grew « other vird had cattered dropping day and ke Father Time vard a black gap Ralph knew the tant flowage to cut »neglected overlong They would not mig} “Pes ner of ifter } | 4 a He entered to fine before, the table forhim. Zenoh windows. He made for her straightwa) You go sit dowr deat! Can't Il calla minute m ov ler strange colored eye “ { ) but her liy } e other iwa uusv near the kitchen , deep were laughing ou're worse'n t Get awa P She slipped out at the back door and ran so quickly that he could not find a trace of her Hunt ng wa orrT learned. She a dozen old child- hood hiding places on that farm. All morn- t noon appeared and shut it Oo use might t ‘ ing she avoided him; at n vanished, putting his talk aside : not till three long hou ¥ won did she within range ly as he wit 1oke { me happened to catch her pa the meadow **Let me ‘ » too.” mace “How He wais ep he “Wi me now “*T don’t,” obi: ou able She into from ecm to come I'm not welcome?” 1 long face, for melancholy, he hecoming to him “You don't me’? Very few peo ° rhen you mean le do talk about I like you tohear you.” — ed a shallow of mbed together a inny turf and, leaving low, entered a road that ces broken and vines, yarrow telling her, world. She ' Oh,” she cried, ‘let’ ome- thing else besix our own sel ve best then ean, like He obey They cro the alder br ec] long tern slo eemed to have er before Now, or now, in tl rawn el in ev he tho time: yet for what he had planned white-l ome reason he dared not venture or and fully detern Thus they went on : At last Zenobia paused The road lost it elf, lane the banks of which othered with early ned three or four mil narrowing to a hung down n goldenrod ** Here's the best place pick and lug them.” For half an hour waded among greenish-golden tufts. When they slid down again into the grass-grown way the sun poured level over them and their shining armful Her face and throat were gilded with light, as if she embosomed ind radiated all the clear outdoor flame of those young flower ‘Listen to me! She laughed, shook You can help me thev scrambled and her head and grew seriou “No. I came after. Wait. You ha To-day’s the THE SATURDAY I got all It’s a shame. I ought to have.” She led him rapidly back along the way they had come. In the white-birch grove she turned, took a path upon the right which he had not seen, and passed through a gap among brambles into a clearing. ‘Il must try to get here oftener,” said Ze nobia The place was an old burying ground. Surrounded by the white pillars and flick- } headstone few caught the sunset. She halted by a marble grow- ummer. ering leave of birch a lab. Little gray-and-black lichen ng in the letters chiseled upon it rendered them dark and pla n. ZENOBIA BORN BELOVED WIFE OF NOAH LOVEDAY 1873 — 1901 Noah's daughter began to lay rod before this carefully ‘Mother died the same year and month as the old Queen of England. I can just re member her Father says she was awful young and pretty. He was an r mar Ralph thought it best to leave her for the moment. He threw down his goldenrod and walked off to ewhere. This kind of thing always bored him. On some of the older weather-worn slate carved with queer cherubs’ heads—he found a few amusing epitap! her golden- look el stones ; to while the time away: AFTER AN THOUGH TO-WARDS YE CLOSI _ PERPLEXT JOEL BORNE, ESQRE, 4 GENTLEMAN OF PLEASING & MANNERS DYED 1752 IN YE LORD WHO KNOWETH REMEMBERETH YT WE'RE DusT INOFFENSIVE LIFE ; Mucu AFFABLE TRUSTING OuUR FRAME & oned A smaller and later memorial! thus in verse: Wuy WAS THE To CALL Our LITTLE BION? Or COARSE He DONE IT FOR THE IN FOLDING HIM TO REST When the girl had disposed he and risen the sun was leaving the grass, prolonging the rounded shadows of sweet fern, and departing through’ the birches in a ligh t that faded from tree to tree until the glimmered pale and ghostly, kept only SHEPHEARD So UNKIND BEST r offering nearer trunk while those deeper withir of lilae. Zenobia, waiting in the g carried a great cluster of goldenrod ‘I always bring ome for my Ralph took them I didn’t sense a tinge ap, till some } live too.”’ she iid a “We must h ‘twas getting rom her irry. fo f ! to he lk ow late He felt no need of haste “They won't come back from their flow- age for a long time yet Something in |} voice made her look at him quicl lv. There wa i trace of alarm he thought, in those large red-brown eye EVENING POST “We must } urry,” out walking at a pace that seemed almost like flight. He had hard work to keep alongside her. They brushed rapidly down the road, where the overhanging leaves now caught and held masses of dusk. Downhill, in the lower turns and hollows, the air became that of nightfall, changeable, now cool, now warm and fragrant with the breath of the wayside. Stars hung above the meadow, which lay himmering as though turned to frosty vapor, a forml haunted ground at the bottom of the night. Loveday’s Brool tinkled in lowerme irkness. They were leaving it behind, when a meteor fell across the sky, trailing soft parks of golden fire, quenched in a long eurve. As if this gave the signal Ralph tossed away his flowers and made a swoop. “‘Zenobia, dear! I must tell you what a wonder you ¥ It was his best voice. F tant he felt her ling, thought her captured and frightened; but than his thought she was free, standing there firmly, a shadow, inaccessible. “You must come away with cried. “‘I can’t leave you behind This awful life of yours, here in a corner among louts and kheads, when you were made to shine before the whole world, and be worshiped! You can’t let me go without you! You shan’t!” He found himself pouring out wild words, broken but powerful. Probably at the time he was quite honest and meant them all. He did not know that anything could so move him; for now it was he who trembled and stood afraid. ‘N ne ever talkec » me like that be- bia, wrapped round with the of starlight, “No; } she repeated, and set roone in trem! quicker me!” he I can’t! lor spoke quietly me again. | got to tl . She moved away, so that he lost the adow of her head against a many-pointed blackness of fir He ran after her. “You go pick up your goldenrod,” she aid. “I ought to feel happy. It’s a great great honor, the ay. I ought to.” Suddenly he guessed that she was erving “You know I—1 Oh, we did ge so well! Don’t spoil the day an; Vv 1 hi fied he played lly right through in a rush. He knew n that Zenoby was a different kind of from the other That she wa signified not i mother] girl, by the way, ng to if indeed the fact ever crossed | He played very llfully, and soon re\ ange morning when he be- came sure of triumph. A thick mist, lumi- nous but impenetrable, hid the country. The sea had flooded these woods with clinging fog, in which the nearest bough, two paces ahead, seemed to drift like a bil- of dark while distant sounds clear yet magnified and altered so ould tell what they a strange low moke, imeé it no mar were. June 19,1920 Zenobia raised her head to listen, ther walked on, studying the ground. Her face in this gray vapor showed pale. “Come, don’t mope,”’ said Ralph lightly “Think what a lark we'll have!” She shook her head. “It’s the leaving father. We did wrong not to tell him. I mean I did wrong, prom- ising you not to tell.” From what could be seen of trees they were passing through the cedar grove, where Ralph, on his way to this business, had felt a presentiment. All was right now, he thought. A few hours on foot would bring them to the Crossing; there he had a wagon and pair of horses waiting; and thence to seaport or railway it was a short affair. “Your father? Why, he'll laugh when we come back and tell him we’re—we’re and wife.” had no intention to make any part of He uttered the lie handsomely, smile that always took effect. ” said Zenobia. ” He swung is true, “It’s wrong, though, “Dear girl, you must toward her. “No!” She drew back so quickly that a wreath of fog whirled between them, marking the draft of her motion. Truly she was differ- ent from the others: here she came, per- suaded, brave enough to follow him to the world’s end, yet since the other night she would not so much as join hands. “Zenobia, forget what’s behind!” he cried. “‘ Remember what’s ahead of us!” His gift of words being still upon him he unrolled once more a prospect of enchanted lands and cities—Vita picta sensualis, the pride of the eye and fullness of life, many- colored, thrilling, beyond this fog. jack here, honestly, what is there? Goosewings wagging his ears after supper! You don’t know how paltry it all is, be- cause you've never seen!’ He wanted to express great pity for her. “‘ My dear child, not to drag out your days doing and housemaid work, then go to your grave like that poor old noddy up there in I what was his name? ‘ After an Inoffensive Life’! Let’s have no more of tnis you re coor the birches He heard voices as of men drawing near trick of the fog; they ceased ““Let’s go on and be happy.” She heard him out, almost to the end elong, full-orbed, steady glance tly the look, he thought, of the Linley in her portrait, the long ago. This child must ve good blood in her somewhere. Mean- ile she had clenched her fist; a funny d charming little fist. ““You to’d!” said Zenobia. With a force he never expected or forgot she hit him straight in the face. “You mis’rable to’d!”’ Words and blow caught him off his bal- ance. He staggered, fell, and sat in the road, his head ringing. “You just make fun of everything —my church, my father! You don’t care! Nota mite, good or bad.” Her face, no longer pale, blazed hot with shame. “There, I'm yrry. But when you made fun of our dead ” some a d ( folks, you opened my eyes. They remained open, wide. Their light was the last he saw of Zenobia Loveday as she backed away toward home and van- hedin smoke. He sat where he had fallen This obscurity, smelling of arbor vite and the salt sea, contained illusion mixed with hard truth. The voices he thought imaginary proved real; men had been close at hand, perhaps hearing him; for suddenly there walked past without word or sign the bent figure of Noah, going patiently home The fog lifted and rolled in the man’s wake, as though he took it with him. A moment afterward Goosewings the joker went gangling by, his long legs preceding him with a sag of the knees at every stride He spied Ralph, took to the ditch, embar- rassed, and made a circuit to avoid what- ever might be unseemly. Ralph watched him go. The cedars grew visible roundabout. He knew them again. It was a place where something happened to him; the touch of Ithuriel’s spear, reversed, had turned an archangel to a toad. Falsehood saw its own likeness. “Oh, damn it all anyway!” said Ralph. Bravado would not serve. His head still And from the dwarf cedars, hump- backed, mossy, full of shadows that wrig- gled and mist that stole through, a hundred ecret watchers in the woods, very old, peeped out and were laughing at him. rang.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 19,1920 YTEP into the Jordan and you will experience a rare S sensation. The body sides are deep—but not high because the cushions are extremely deep and rest almost on the floor. You sink down at a perfect comfort angle, conscious of no etfort—no need to brace yourself to keep from slid- ing forward or sideways. The soft, hand-butfed leather, with quaint lustre and narrow French pleats, wells up around you. The arm rest is in just the right position. Your knees are not too high. You feel that satisfying sense of loung- ing, for you ride in the car and not on top of it. And then, like a spirited horse—full of life, muscular and alert, the Jordan responds to the slightest touch. Light, yet perfectly balanced, its every motion is for- ward. No ruinous side-sway. No jerky up and down motion. Yo drive or ride in a Jordan is to experience the kind of motor comfort Europeans know. JORDAN MOTOR CAR CO., Inc., Cleveland, Ohta JORDAN

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| ; . | t ——_ t RECONSTRUCTION, OR ATLANTA, FOR INSTANCE THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 19 took place Begin- eee - oma sp W.Lee,W.W. Roa ning on the twelfth Judge C. M ‘ the citizens of At- Capta Hubbard lanta, consisting W. I liowa ind mainly of women, othe Mr. Howard children and oldmen, had } ‘ At bundled the rbelong- la i (; ernor ings into Sherman’s ] wr take charge army wagons and of the able ; were driven to the ert t be little town of Rough longing to the " and Ready, which () the twe Itt was the first Con- f Decembe he federate outpost ert fter the ce outh of Atlanta truction of the { The number of Was preached people who had re- First Baptist C} } mained in Atlanta by the Re H. ¢ throughout the siege Hornad was comparatively As the w er a small Thousands i ( ind t Wa had taken flight dur een t Wa tt ing the terrible sum ‘ lof the Fed mer montt when ‘ t yt the town was being N hwe Georgia bombarded The tie ed Atla official records show 1 it that 446 familie y imber were movedto Rough i i | ’ ya and Ready, cor t ‘ | 1 of ng of 705 adults and Wa pour v 860 childrer Ihe ' lud iverage al unt of ua if il hagyage tr vorted ing The peo With ¢ far Wid As Sherman Left Atlanta, After Burning it in 1864 ile tnot einre 1654 ind | (it ne Sherman rested at Atlanta until Novem- All the hotels except one were burned carcasses of animal wh Was the t bole I the old re ! wl neve \ w wha ber xteent when he began his march to The estimate was that out of 2800 houses that greeted the eye f Er Lawshe and Vas to pert n menial labo tripped the he sea Before setting out he gave order only 400 were left standing within the city other citizens who returned to the t ' mits and set to kno ng dead 1 ir y I ¢ ete destruction of the town limits and, when those outside the cor- December, 1864 thet | n the deb that wa e ther What could not be consumed by fire wa porate limits of the city were taken into The charred walls of Atlanta were yet buildings preparatory to rebuilding. Mer wn up, torn down or otherwise de- account, it was estimated that the Federal warm when scores of her exiled citizens re e Judge John Collier mixe and royed. No city during the Civil Warwas Army destroyed in and about Atlanta’ turned to work to restore the city to it tid brich There were 1 th i ! ynearly completely annihilated. The cen- about 4500 houses. All of the railroads former prosperity. I can tell you the labor was too hard. o1 enial f il er of the city, the business locality, was leading out of the town were completely names of some of them. They deserve to Atlantan to set his hand to one complete ruin, there being but a soli- destroyed for a distance of twenty-five or beknown. Mayor Calhoun, Marshal Jone tu t ture standing on the main street, thirty miles. The roadbeds were torn up, Doctor Alexander, Col. J. W. Dunear True American Spirit Whitehall, between its extreme commer- the rails were heated and then bent and Colonel Cowart, Judge Butt, Perino Brow mits At least three-fourths of the twisted into such shapes that they could Major Thompson, Major Bacon, Er Lawshe The men were no j ‘ buildings in the city were Cestroyed, the not be used again Doctor Simmons, Messrs. L. S. Salmon, women. This spirit brought about the remaining number consisting chiefly of out- Peck Purtell, J. T. Porter. The foregoing toration of the town in a remarkab t lying dwellings The Restorers Begin Work arrived before December tent Judge — time At first, of course, the houss vere Very few buildings of any consequence Jared [. Whitaker, publisher of the l cheaply and temporar tructed were spared. The churches, the Masonic Atlanta was thus left a scene of charred _ telligencer, arrived with his family Decen dreds of mere shanties springing up on the lemple and medical school, used as a hos- and deserted ruins, the home of starved ber fifteenth. Others coming later in the business thoroughfare Aln , | pital, however, were left untouched. The and half-wild dogs and of carrion fowls month were Col. N. J. Hammond, the — of structure answered for a place of she ty hall was damaged, but not destroyed. feasting upon refuse and the decayed tev. H. C. Hornady, A. K. Seago, Col. G Continued on Page 116 Downtown Atlanta at Present Time, Showing Part of Business Section

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116 Continued from Page 113 . wh ] d which to do area « liameter was put There were three opera papers, one weekly laily ind one monthl maga Zine Che asse ed value of the real estate in 1866 was about $7,000,000 and the amount in old was estimated at § 000. The census taken at thi time howed that about five per cent of the population were widow and orphans of Confeder ate soldier Up Against It While I was in Atlanta in April I talked with her oldest citizens, men who had returned to the town as Sherman left it I details l asked them: ‘“‘How did you get started in the work of re ration? Ye back here anc Atlanta in ruil treets piled débri , no worl mals, no vehicle oon as sought business, no sto no organized n pal lif What you do? How did you put in your time the first week? How did you actually tarted earning ng? ° These questior al ways gave them pause. But in the end the reply was always the same— ‘I went to work.” One said “TIT hauled sand.’ Another helped Judge John Collier rebuild his building Another got a job scraping the mortar off old bricks so they could iy Looking From the Whitehall Street Viaduct Toward Peachtree Street in Atlanta THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 19,1920 remember, we were ‘i eee ee mew ee « At the Right—The Same Place in 1867 iM ised again il or too hard. These people were right up against the real thing They had no policy or plan of reconstruction. They in- dulged in no windy aspirations to re ipe this sorry scheme of things entire. They did not sit down amid the ruins of their blackened and broken homes and cuss the Yankees. As they toldme: “‘ Wejust sweated Per No job was too me Now that is the magic formula of reconstruction that I have un- earthed. It is a working hypothe- sis—a proved recipe. A gently bred woman told me: ‘For three years, perhaps nearly four, we lived on corn bread and sorghum and field peas, and we didn’t always have enough of these. Many atime I have got up from the table feeling that I could eat more if it had been there to eat. But as I Below —“‘Five Points,"’ the Heart of Atlanta, as it is To-day and as it Was, at the Left, Fifty Years Ago very happy in those days. We _ worked hard and we endured privations, but don’t think we were any the worse for them. We were so completely ruined and down in the world that anything that happened to us had to be for the bet- ter. We literally didn’t have a cent of money. I don’t think I touched fifty dollars in the first three years after the war. Prices were high as they are now, and we couldn't buy When I hear people nowadays talking about how hard it is to make ends meet I wonder at them They are spending money with both hands and so few of them seem to know what to work and te save really means. “We haven't for- gotten the pinch of those old days. That is one reason why the South is prosperous now. I venture to declare that there is more real understanding now in the old Confederate states of how to economize than in any other part of the coun- try. I believe more gently nurtured girls down here make their own clothe and trim their own hats than do the girls of any other section. They saw their mothers doing it be- fore them and have grown up to regard it as an es- tablished family practice They don’t boast of these little private economies and they don’t proclaim them, but they aren't ashamed of them.” But the itinerant analyst questing for impressions doesn't see much of these small economies in these piping days. serene and untroubled. offices there it has long been proverbial that every big news story, no matter where it breaks, has an Atlanta end. Atlanta is In the newspaper No Reds in Atlanta “Tt has never failed but once,” they told me the other day. “‘When Palmer began his nation-wide raids on the reds there was no Atlanta end to the story. We had no reds here and there were no Atlan- tans involved in any of the raids in other cities. We came clear on all that mess.” Look at the pic- tures with this article and see what Atlanta was and what she so splendidly is to-day They don’t show you the energy of the town or the bustling street life. Nor do they show you Jersey cows tethered on ample, shaded front lawns quite in the old simple way, or back yards where one finds limousines, bees, cows, chickens and a vegetable gar- den. In the evening the fortunate owners go to hear Caruso. For Atlanta has an opera season. This is the tenth year that she has imported for her (Continued on Page 120)

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People come from all over the South to these pe rformances. It is Atlanta’s gala week. Caruso in his sport clothes under a striped umbrella on the piazza of the Georgia Terrace is one of the sights of the town. The house is sold out for every performance It is a good ball town too. These eyes beheld some 138,000 of its chivalry and beauty packed in the ball yard on the day of the opening game of the season. I seek to give the impression that the town is solvent and prosperous and up and coming. You might never know that Sherman had ever been there if it wasn’t for the old car shed, the Ivy Street School as it was in the late seventies and in the main traffic thor- oughfares holes in the paving big enough and deep enough to drown a wombat in. Memories of the Sixties The whole point about Atlanta that makes her valuable as an illustration is that when the Civil War ended her people quit fighting and went to work. They dropped the war cold at once and went to work at once. They didn’t sit down and hold post-mortems over what might have been. Federal soldiers were garrisoned in Atlanta until 167-68 Atlanta mer- chants made money out of them. They were the first out-of-town customers I find in the old accounts that the people of Atlanta accepted the situation after Lee's surrender philosophically. They were too busy to talk polities or to exhibit re- sentment. The Federal authorities got along very well with the citizens and did nothing to incur their displeasure. On May 11, 1865, the local morning paper, The Intelligencer, said in its editorial columns: “Colonel Eggleston, commandant of this and Captain Lawder, provost mar- shal, performed their duties in a highly satisfactory manner. No soldier of either Lee’s or Johnston's army has any com- plaint to make. All that they need from the post commissary or quartermaster’s de- partment is freely given and more than they ask. Deportment like this is too commendable to pass unnoticed, and it is hoped that the citizens will know how to appreciate and demean themselves accord- ingly.” Henry W. Grady, ina speech before the New England Society in New York in 1886, drew for the South the picture of first troublous after-the-war days: post, classic those ‘Let me picture to you the footsore Con- federate buttoning up in his faded gray jacket the parole which was to bear testimony to his children of his fidelity and faith, he turned his face southward from Appomattox in 1865. Think of him as ragged, half starved, heavy-hearted, en- feebled by want and wounds; having fought to exhaustion, he surrenders his gun, wrings the hands of his comrades in silence, pulls his gray cap over his brow and begins the slow and painful journey. He finds his house in ruins, his farm devastated, his slaves free, his stock killed, his barns empty, his trade destroyed, his money worthless, his social system swept away, his people without law or legal status, his comrades slain and the burdens of others heavy on his shoulders.” soldier “us, Yet I am persuaded by the reminiscences of all the old people of that time with whom I have talked that cheerfulness and a light- hearted buoyancy prevailed Bill Arp, the Georgia philosopher, struck the keynote when he said: “‘ Well, I killed as many of them as they did of me and now I am going to work.” Or the soldier making his way home and roasting some corn on the roadside who said to his comrade: ‘“‘ You may leave the South if you want to, but I am going to Sandersville, kiss my wife and raise a crop, and if the Yankees fool with me any more I will whip them again.” All of the memoirs of those days reflect this unquenchable gayety. Everybody went to work with his or her hands. People worked who had never worked before. Here are authentic little pictures: ns Nannie, tuce, radishes, our young bride, is raising let- nasturtiums in her back EVENING POST yard for sale. She is painting her house herself—with her husband’s help. She is going to give the lettuce toward paying the church debt. She has nothing else to give. I think I will raise something to buy win- dowpanes for this house. Windowpanes patched with paper are all the fashion in this town. “I am prospering with my needlework. I sew early and late. My friends who are better off give me work, paying me as generously as they can. Mammy Jane has sold some of my embroideries to Northern ladies. Many ladies, widows and orphans are seeking employment as teachers. The great trouble is that so few people are able to engage them or to pay for help of any kind. Still we all manage to help each other somehow.’ This is the plight in which Gen. M. C. Butler, Hampton‘s aide, came out of the war: Twenty-nine years old, with one leg gone, a wife and three children to support, seventy slaves emancipated, a debt of $15,000 and in his pocket $1.75 in cash. That was a common condition. Colonel Cary, of General Magruder’s staff, came home to find his family desper- ately poor. His wife made apple pies and the colonel sold them to the Union soldiers stationed in his neighborhood. This went on all over the South. In Atlanta the men went to work in the streets, removing the rubbish and building houses with what could be salvaged from the débris. Judge George Hillyer told me that the first hat he had after the war his mother made for him from the back and tails of an old gray coat He wore it for two years. The judge's brother, Henry, told me about the birthday party his mother gave him at Athens in May, 1865. She had nothing but pones of corn-meal bread on the table; no butter, no milk, no preserves, no coffee, no sugar; nothing but corn-meal bread and water. “It’s amazing,” said Henry Hillyer, “how much corn bread a man can eat when he is hungry and when there is nothing else to eat. I recall that day as one of the gay- est dinners I ever attended. We made jokes about our poverty.” A dear lady in Atlanta summed it all up for me. I asked her what she had left when Sherman had finished with Atlanta and gone on toward the sea. “Nothing,” she replied, and poverty.” General Sherman himself said: ‘One hun- dred million dollars of damage has been done to Georgia; $20,000,000 inured to our benefit, the remainder simply waste and destruction.” The close of the war found Georgia in a sad condition. The assessed valuation of the whole taxable property of the state had been reduced from $672,000,000 in 1860 to about $148,000,000 in 1865; her resources of every kind had been fearfully depleted, her territory ravaged, her workshops de- stroyed and her people reduced to poverty The story of the recovery of Atlanta and of Georgia and of the entire South from this condition is one of grinding, continuous work, of the sharpest economy, of deter- mination to get forward, of self-reliance and of undiluted courage. The people relied upon themselves and not upon others to help them. It was not until 1889, a period of twenty-four years, that Georgia's total property equaled the property on the tax books in 1860. It was not until 1890 that the property on the digest, exclusive of rail- road property, equaled the same class of property in 1860. Three times in a period of thirty-four years after the Civil War Georgians built property values on the tax books until they equaled approximately the values on the digest of 1860. At each high tide of each of the periods a panic pro- duced a notable shrinkage in values. It was not until 1907, a period of forty-seven years, that Georgia's total property equaled the grand total —which included the value of the slaves—-of 1860. At the close of 1918 the tax books of the state showed property of a taxable value of $1,079,236,826. The attached table sets forth in summary form the increase in livestock, in the value of farm products and the growth of manufac- tures in the state: “but refinement VALUE OF ALL FARM PRO- DUCTIONS 10,156,317 $ 80,390,298 June 19,1920 VALUE OF ALL FARM PRO- DUCTIONS VALUE OF ALL LIVESTOCK YEAR 1880 Swine Cattle 1890 Swine ] Cattle 1900 Swine (On farm 5,930,352 1,471,003 859,885 2 67,028,929 396,362 824,818 31,477,990 83,371,482 1,424,208 Cattle 688,000 5, 1910 S 200,507 104,304,476 wink 1,783,684 Catt! 1,080,316 1920 78, 118,098 226,595,436 3,16. Cattle 1,232,000 Cattle in the above beef cattle 5,000 613,240,000 includes both milch cows and MANUFACTURE! CAPITAL ANNUAL VALUE OF PRODUCTS 16,925,564 $1,196,115 $6,440,948 68,917,020 106,654,527 202,863,000 INVESTED 1S) $ 10,890,875 $ 1,393,125 20,672,410 1870 1XSO }8O0 1900 ra Su. 1910 7 22,7 1914 4639 56,921,580 789,656 78,000 258,325,811 253,270,511 In 1918 Georgia was the fourth state in the Union in value of agricultural products. In 1919 she dropped to sixth place, North Carolina going ahead of her because of her tobacco and Kansas going ahead because of her wheat. Though the years of real reconstruction are supposed to have covered the period from 1865 to 1871, actually it has taken Georgia fifty-five years to reach in property value the point where Massachusetts was at the end of the Civil War. At the begin- ning of the war in 1860 the two states stood on an approximate equality. As Henry W. Grady put it in 1887: ‘“When we remember that amazement fol- lowing the payment by 37,000,000 French- men of $1,000,000,000 indemnity to Ger- many, that the 5,000,000 whites of the South rendered to the torch and sword $3,000,000,000 of property, that $30,000,- 000 a year, or $600,000,000 in twenty years, has been given willingly of our pov- erty as pensions for Northern soldiers, the wonder is that we are here at all.” And now what of Atlanta? Her case has been typical of the recovery. I can summar- ize her material prosperity. Her homes and her shops and her manu- factories cover an area of twenty-six square miles. She has something more than 3: 5,000 houses within her corporate limits. Her twenty-six banks and trust companies have deposits of $125,000,000, which at the present time are increasing at the rate of over $117,000 a day. The bank clearings in 1919 were $3,290,000,000. They were more than $2,000,000,000 in 1918. The population of the town has increased fifty per cent in ten years. Draw a straight line across the United States from Washington, D. C., to Los Angeles, and the receipts of the Atlanta post office exceed those of any city south of the line. They exceeded $2,500,000 last year. Nearly 14,000 motor cars bump over the ill-paved streets of the town—the peo- ple are ashamed of the condition of the streets and are now taking steps to put them in order. The assessed value of At- lanta property is about $268,000,000. The 500 manufactories in the town have an out- put valued at $75,000,000. Did it All Herself Atlanta as she stands to-day may be said to date from 1880. The patchwork build- ings that went up in the period from 1865 through the seventies have had to give lace to modern substantial structures. Not the blight of war, but the nervous, ir- reverent hand of progress is responsible for the after-the-war destruction. Business houses of the seventies answered well enough the requirements of a town of 30,000 people, but were inadequate to the demands of the city that soon came to count its population in hundreds of thousands. Atlanta trebled her population within a period of twenty years. Atlanta has no unusual natural endow- ments. She has no water front, no outstand- ing sources of supply of raw material. She had nothing in the way of equipment to start with but a pile of ashes. She has undeniable geographical location. She made it for herself. Atlanta’s railroad facilities are not surpassed in the South. She was ambitious to be a real city and realized (Concluded on Page 122)

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The 1 but a well tried-out me An proposition is Write irometer is new, cessity. attractive to espe ially now open | | for it $1.75 each or set of 5 | Specify wood or wire wheels. deals Ts Price in U. S for $8.00. | Tirometer Valve Corporation of America Charleston, West Virginia TIROMETER - THE SATURDAY EVENING POST (Concluded from Page 120) that the best way this was produce enough business to bring the rail roads in. Atlanta has been and is a natural- born That accounts for her yrosperity. It means that the people pull together on all questions that affect the prosperity of the town. They have an alert and sensitive civic pride. In any time of crisis they appeal to what they call the Atlanta spirit. It pulls them through. The only lasting ill effect of the recon- struction days of 1865-70 has been politic il effect. The South i because of the reconstruction policies of Andrew Jackson, Thad and the other irreconcilables in Congress in those after-the-war days. The war against the Southern States was prosecuted sternly. Such orders as these are sufficient proof Sheridan's official report: ‘IT have to achieve to go-getter solid to da‘ stevens two d corn burned thousand bar 1 wheat ar l filled wi il] the mills the whole country, destroyed all the fa tories of cloth, killed or driven off every animal, even the that could « tribute to human sustenance “Nothing should be left in the Shenan- doah but eyes to lament the war.” oultry, 14, 1864 Washir +h “City Pont, July GENERAL HALLECK, BP. Ries ‘If the enemy ha ““ MAJOR tor left Maryland, as I uppose has, he should have upon his heels veterans, militiamen, men horse back and everything that can got to follow to eat out Virginia clear and clear as they go, so that the crows flyir g over it will have to carry their provender with then or be Signed GRANT, Lieutenant General.” August 26, 1864. SHERIDAN, Halltown, U.S. “City Pornt, “MaJoR GENERAL Va ‘Do all amaye to rop off criptior ane ’ , SO a her ola We Valley 1 barren ou ali preven want the Shenandoah waste, to furt t r o Tel signed ‘U.S. GRANT, Lieutenant General.” “TIEADQUARTERS OF THE ARMY, Washing ton, D. C., December 1864, “MAJOR GENERAL SHERMAN, Savannah, ‘Should you capture Charleston, I hope that by the place may be 18, ome accident destroyed; and if a little salt should be sown upon the site it may prevent the growth of future crops of nullification and secession, “* (Signed) “W. H. HALLeck, Chief of Staff.” FIELD HEADQUARTERS OF THE MILITARY DIVISION OF THE Mississippi, Savannah, December 24, 1864 MaJoR GENERAL W. H. HALLECK, CHIEF OF STAFF, Washington, D. C. “T will bear in mind your hint as to Charleston, and I do not think salt will be ry. When I move Fifteenth Corps will the right of the right wing, and their them into Charle first; pring ou have watched the history of this corps y marked th it y ou will have re- pretty well does its work “The truth is, the whole army is burning with an atiable desire to wreak venge- ance upon South Carolina. I almost tremble at her fate, but feel that she de- serves all that seems in store for her. We must make old and young, rich and poor feel the hard hand of war as well as organized armies. “ (Signed SHERMAN, Major General.”’ necessa the be o1 position l ton if y will and = their ws Es The Story of a Great March, Brevet Major George W. Nicholson, aide-de camp to General Sherman, November 15, 1864, P, 38), Atlanta, Georgia: A grand and awful spectacle is pre- ited to the beholders of beautiful city now in flames. The heaven is one ex- panse of lurid fire. The air is filled with flying, burning cinders. Buildings covering in ruins‘ or flames ving Atlanta. " this 200 acres are “We a Behind we a track of flame. Yester- we saw in the distance a pillar of bridges were all in flam are | leave smoke day Ke; tne set very river on ‘If he has it’ are in an and } replied inhabitants are hearty oldiers ¢ things, and these pleasantest excitements P. 39). ire hunting for concealed searches are one of the of our march.” the manner of their no unhealed wounds. and have left These orders execution June 19,1920 But the effects of the political mistakes and blindness of 1865-70 endure to this day The dead hand of those stupid, misguided politicians is still lying on the South. I can give you a concrete present-day illustration. I mean Herbert Hoover, and I only tell what I know. Hoover called a Democrat would sweep the state of Georgia. He would have car- ried the Democratic primary held on April twentieth beyond any question. I believe this to be an assured statement of fact. Hoover called a Republican makes men timid to come out for him openly. Plenty of men in Georgia will vote for Hoover if he is nominated on the Republican ticket, but they won’t stand out in the now and be counted because of the social and historic specter of Republicanism. Be- ing a Republican in the South, at least in Georgia, is still to be in some degree a political outcast. That is the enduring effect of the memory and the legacy left by the carpetbaggers and scalawags of the days after the war. Industrially and economically the South has made a complete recovery. Politically the old ghosts are still potent in degree. This old spell is slowly dissolving. this year are willing to vote for on the Republican ticket and to proclaim their intention who would not have dared such an act ten years ago. The South is slowly feeling toward the impending new political realignment that is surely taking place. It is only a matter of time before the solid South is broken Hoover could do it this year. I doubt of it, and my impressi first hand are politicians. When that is done, when the South frees itself politically and so arranges or controls peculiar problem that it car speak i convictions through any candi date, whatever his part indeed the last shred of reconstru cleared That is one of the reasons why Hoover is so significant a figure in the South to-day. Atlanta abhors a slough as Nature abhors a vacuum. She sees Hoover clearly and his meaning and value. Her people know, if anybody in the world knows, how to face and solve a problem of reconstruction and what sort of man it takes todo the job. It struck me as immensely significant that they had picked Hoover as that type of man ope n have no sssions gained at mnfirmed by Democrati: its sectional! been away.

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bt } | iZ | | } for people. You do more’n you ought. I mean to say, trouble’s hard on all of us in the same way. It’s human nature to be soured by it. And it’s human nature to think, when trouble comes, that all the world’s down on us. Whereas folks here would be only too glad to do things for Skeezicks, to help him have a good time and cheer him up, if he’d only let ’em. Just the same way, folks hate to see you having to work so hard and all.”” Judson paused to wipe a soiled handkerchief over his brow, moist from much eloquence. “Miss Mag- gie,’” he murmured, leaning in confidential wise over his counter, ‘Miss Maggie, I | he “For heaven’s sake!” groaned Maggie, turning to defy Mrs. Gentry. The little blond lady sniffed and whirled round “Miss Magyie,”” persisted the grocer, having caught his breath, ‘I'd be pleased to take you to the committee meeting Saturday night a week from to-morrow, about the Thanksgiving program, you know. It ain’t right that you should walk all that lonesome way yourself. I'd bring the car round.” “Don’t trouble,” fidgeted Maggie. “It ain’t a mite of trouble,” said Judson. “Oh, all right, thank you.” What could Maggie do otherwise? Now maybe he’d shut up at any rate. The color came back into Maggie’s face. She had been afraid the fool was going to propose right then in public, so to speak. Every- body in Webster was looking for that. Mrs. Gentry had been expecting a real titbit. If there had only been another grocery ore in Webster! Maggie gathered her parcels. “Shan’t I send those things by Charley?” asked Judson, calmer after his bold ad- vance, “No, I’ll take them. I want the prunes for supper. Good-by.” Maggie Bender hurried out of the tore, wrapped tightly in her odd self- isolation, she noted how Abraham shook his head and smiled in deprecatory fashion at Mrs. Gentry. As nearly as anything gave her pleasure it afforded Maggie grim amusement to consider how her cantanker- ous and thorny ways puzzled folk. Judson would be explaining her to Mrs. Gentry. He’d be remarking that Maggie hated old Skeezicks, hadn’t been quite herself since the cat had died. He'd call her a good woman. Mrs. Gentry would admit that she was a good teacher, but cranky. They’d tell how she could pound mathematics into a block of hardwood. Reviewing her care for a paralytic father and a complaining, overindulged mother, they’d concede that she was a good daughter and not the least bit mean. By and by they’d get to the Hollow and marvel over her interest in Charley Kuhn, an overgrown kid who de- livered groceries for Judson and, to the distress of his penurious parents, was crazy about fiddling. The Thanksgiving entertainment was to be a benefit for Charley Kuhn’s musical education. Mag- gie had suggested the plan. Judson, fawn- ing as always, had boosted the scheme. Judson! A wave of disgust rolled over Maggie And Skeezicks! Maggie, hurrying home, her feelings tumbling over one another, bruising her sensitive heart, felt that organ swell with h venom for Skeezicks. Her hatred for that man drowned even her disgust at Judson’s fawning advances. She couldn't have told why, but she had hated Skeezicks bitterly from the first, even be- fore the cat episode. And folks were wast- ing pity on him. Judson had dared to compare him to her, Maggie Bender. That was a stinging insult. The mean old —cat murderer! As Maggie passed Skeezicks’ insolent new house with its rich stucco facade, its stone wall all about, she quiv- red with antagonism. It looked to her liculous and unjust that people should | sorry for a man with all that; and ng the scarred and tottering frame house he opposite side of the road she felt a sh accumulation of self-pity sweep over id ——p A een The usual petty worries of her day went on. No smoke was coming from the chim- neys of her home, though Maggie had been careful at noon to put wood into the heat- ers in both her father’s and her mother’s rooms. Her father was out on the shaky porch, huddled in blankets. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST LO-MORROW (Continued from Page 21) “You must have put on green logs,”’ he quavered fretfully. ‘‘They didn’t catch. It’s warmer out here than in that cold barn of a house.” Maggie did not scold. Fifteen years be- fore she might have; but she knew now that it was no use to scold. That only wasted needed breath. “Your mother’s poorly,” her father in- formed her when the stove in his room be- gan toroar. ‘‘She’s took to her bed.” Grimly Maggie turned to that duty ‘You're late,’’ complained her mother. “You're late a lot nowadays. Been to the store, I suppose. I should think if you're going to fool round there all the time like that you’d take up with Abraham Judson and have done with it. You could do worse. Folks say he’s dead set to have you. Of course he ain’t handsome and he ain't very tidy and he ain’t educated up to some; but you're getting ’long to that time of life when you needn't to mind if a man ain’t good-looking. It’d look foolish for you to turn up your nose at Abraham Jud- son. He's got a good trade and a fine big house. Your father and I could have some real comfort then instead of pinching to get along. Some more bills come in to-day. I put them into your room. You wouldn't have to worry about bills if you married Judson. And he could keep help in the house for you. I didn’t get to do the noon dishes to-day. I took a spell right in the middle of them, it seems like. The kitchen’s a sight. I'd relish some milk toast for sup- per. I took a chillin this cold room. If you was to take Judson, now os Desperately Maggie dammed violent speech. This sort of thing went on every day, every day. But familiarity did not keep her from loathing the spectacle of the kitchen. One sweeping glance showed her a dishearten- ing stack of dishes in the sink, empty pans on the stove, a dishpan full of stagnant soapy water on the table. If the hands of the clock had not driven Maggie merci lessly to her tasks she might have collapsed on the floor and wept like any ordinary woman. For she was more tired than usual this evening. Her head was heavy with a numb weariness, which is only one of the things for which teachers’ salaries do not compensate them. Standing pains tugged at the muscles in the backs of her sturdy limbs. And her heart ached, oh, how it ached! A person would think one’s heart would quit aching by and by and grow callous. As far back, aimost as far back as Maggie dared to look, life had been all mussy and fuli of drab tasks like the kitchen where she stood. Maggie cleared up the dishes and the pans, and swept the worn, faded linoleum. Carrying a pan of scraps to the garbage pail she caught herself calling to Jessica. She had forgotten that Jessica was dead. Maggie stood on the windswept back step and recalled the night when Jessica had died. She could still hear that faint whimpering cry which the poor animal had raised. Mag- gie had opened the door and called, but the cat had not comein. Mag- gie had gone out into the yard, where the dark night had concealed poor coal- black Jessica. Then the cry had stopped, though Mag- gie had called and called. In the morning she had found Jessica lying stiff on the ground near the back steps. Little rags of foam had dried on her coat. That had been the doing of that old devil living across the way. Maggie had seen him, wrapped to his spectacles in a long fur coat, pelt ing the beast with sticks. Maggie jerked herself back to her tasks. There was something else she ought to at- tend to be fore supper What was it? Her head didn’t seem to be worki: gright. Oh, yes, the bills! Up in her room Maggie spent her nights and as little of her days as possible in the only finished room on the second floor, “a roughly pla - tered makeshift chamber ur ; smothering hot in summer, chill and drafty in the winter. fferec der the eave For furniture it offered jin mute apology a rickety old walnut bed stead with sagging springs and lumpy pad ding, a walnut dresser with onyx top, and, back in the most obscure corner, a battered old square brass-bound trunk as s« , locked as Maggie’s aching heart. If Maggie ever wanted to sit down in her room she must sit there, for it was the only This evening, however, since dusk was be ginning to gather, she stood by the one low window to read her bill There was, to begin with, the wood bill. Eighty dollars. Maggie had that. If nothing happened she could pay forty this month and forty next. They'd trust her. What was the other bill? She paid cash for provisions. It was from the drug store. Mrs. Bender, in spite of all Maggie had said and threatened, had been buying patent medicines again—and cos metics and toilet soap and _ perfume Twenty dollars’ worth of nonsense! But it had to be paid for. With what? Maggie got out her account book. Fifteen dollars house rent, apt to be raised any day; forty dollars on the wood bill, she must pay at least that; ten dollars for flannelette night clothes for the old people, they felt the chill so; out of her month’s salary that left thirty-five dollars for food. A little more than a dollar a day for three people and the drug-store bill not paid. Judson might give her credit. Of course he would. What good would it do? There'd be an other bill at the end of the month. And could she ask Judson for credit—decently? “Why don’t you take up with Judson and have done with it?” her mother had ure counted on She Threw Herself Down Beside the Battered Little Trunk and Wept said. Then you wouldn't have any | to worry about.” Why didn't Maggie take up with Jud son? Was this littke commonplace man any duller than every heavy hour of Maggie’s day? Was the thought of marr ing him merely as an escape from one kind of burden any more sordid than the life she led? Work that she hated, fretting and nagging in her ears at home, bills, bills, bills? Why didn’t Maggie take up with Judson? Her eyes dropped moodily to the battered sealed trunk. A spasm of agony flashed across Maggie's set features. She looked out the window at house, towering above its insolent fence—a monstrous flashing pile, put up by some Skeezicks freakish notion as if to shame the humble, tumble-down neighborhood. That folks should pity Skeezicks! A terrorized squawk went up from Mag gie’ chicken yard in the rear M ipl dropped her bills and stumbled down the teps and out the kitchen door sy the time she reached the poultry yard it wa in complete upheaval The rooster, safe } on top of a coop, scolded clamorously; the fat silly hens scurried this way and that with queer spraddling helplessness; while at their tails yapped a small white terrier, mad with rapture at the babel and flutter- ation ‘Stop!”’ screamed Maggie Instantly the terrier stood, humorously ring with a wicked leer, for which ing was to blame, the flushed, panting, Outraged woman ‘You little devil!” hissed Maggie. The terrier winked “If I had any poison I'd feed it all to you!” Instead she made a determined swoop him by at the dog and caught } The little beast squealed in protest as she hook him fiercely, then clutched him tightly in one arm and set off for Skee zicks’ place acro the road Magy e wa angry enough for anything. It made no difference that the dog’s clean mouth proved he had not touched her chick- ens. Maggie realized now that she had been waiting ever since Jessica's death for an excuse to go over and speak her mind out at Skeezicks himself She'd tell that old sinner a few thing she woul 3 Unfortunately Skeezicks antic e attach ‘Put down that dog! narled a voice from an upper window the minute Maggie opened the gate Maggie jumped. The terrier aim t ped Magyie queezed the breat! out of him in a fled ye as she took fresh grip « ! wriggling bod Put down that dog, I ¥ fr ay! ” I won't do it!” retorted H ; Magyie I caught him ; chasing n cl ‘ ind | came er t ee what nu ’ meant to do about it If you have to keep a good-f ; nothing cur lke tl wi can t uu shut him up ) he ta it of mischief If you d t want al mm after ua cr t wi ion t 1 lence them In properly? pt yo before 1! ed i here ind Lord know vl : 1 did nobody n t town ¢ ‘ needed t y i Just because ire ite ful and ‘Will 1 top that eaming it there iw reet n led W lid you yé f th dow for? Iv , e door whe me hut up and come on!” 1 Maggie trode to fr door. Resolutely she stepped ir the man housekeeper adn tted her. The bit by bit, her re ition began t In the first place, Maggie had never bee Continued on Page 128

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Heavy curtains obscured the light of wink and doors. Heavy smothering curtains seemed everywhere. A pair of them, with an odd shrouding effect, draped a wall panel just at the foot of the shining staircase. Something about the place seemed to say ne e are the riches of life which } 1 with me into the tomb.” heard Skeezicks coughing his lown the steps toward her. It was a worrisome cough. Skeezicks him- appeared. Maggie had not dreamed he was so broken—so helpless. His right arm dangled lifelessly. There was some- thing pathetic about that. There was omething pathetic, too, about the sag of worn dressing gown, about the shuf- ling « fh ] ppere d feet, about the snow- white hair that lay in a tumbled mass above his chilled blue eyes. ‘Well?” he demanded. you to say now?” ‘Il wanted to Say Wi ante 1 to say ‘Well, sneered Skeezicks, don't keep me here all night!” “Aren't you ashamed?” blazed Maggie, his contempt firing her to her original pur- pose. ‘‘Aren’t you ashamed to act What did my cat Jessica ever do to you that you should poison her? Why do you want to shut yourself off from everybody and act so hateful that nobody ever comes near you? What's the good of all the money you have if everybody hates you? What difference does it make if you have trouble? Everybody has that and most people more than you have. I should - ink, feeble and sickly as you are, you'd be vafrs rid to be so sour and mean.” ‘Sour?” hissed Skeezicks. ‘Sour? Well, what do you think you are, biting and snapping round the way you do? Do you call yourself sweet?” At the blank outrage on Maggie’s face he threw back his head and cackled like a demon. The laugh started his cough. The cough became a strangle. Maggie started forward, to be intercepted by the man housekeeper. The servant, throwing a beseeching glance at Maggie as he went, half carried, half dragged Skeezicks up the teps. Maggie dropped the terrier. That night she did not rest well. It was not Skeezicks’ accusation that made her uneasy. She had eaten herring for supper and herring always disagreed with her. However, from her bedroom window she could look across at Skeezicks’ house i} lopping uncomfortably, she got to won- dering if he were really ill. There were lights in two rooms upstairs. A motor drove up to the gate, stopped, and a man with a satchel went up to the house. That was a doctor, no doubt. Maggie stopped flopping. What if the man died? Would that be her fault? Good riddance; still drat that herring! To-morrow was Satur- day, with cleaning to do. Maggie needed sleep. Skeezicks had looked dreadfully weak. It wouldn't lighten Maggie's bur- dens any to feel responsible if he should die. Maybe the man housekeeper would tell “Where are you going now, Maggie?” asked her mother the next morning as Maggie started off with a covered bowl ona tray ‘Man next door is sick,” explained Maggie briefly, “‘and no womenfolk to do for him. You wouldn't have him starve, would you?” ‘He won't eat it,” said the man house- keeper at Skeezicks’ kitchen door. “I'm nearly crazy. He won't eat a thing.” ‘He'll eat this,” said Maggie grimly, ‘if [ have to choke it down him. Where is he Upstairs Skeezicks’ eyes blazed at her feverishly as he lay, propped up on pillows, in his great carved bed. Get out!” he croaked. “I won't,” said Maggie. “I’ve brought you some hot breakfast. It’s milk toast fixed with my own kind of sauce. It’s good and nourishing, and it won't irritate your throat. And you're going to eat it.’ With a jerk of her head she signaled the housekeeper to draw up a low table. On the stand she placed the bow! and removed its cover. The warm fumes would have weakened any misanthrope velours lows carrie she his “What have * began Maggie—‘“‘I say it,” “and so? seen EVENING POST “Tr m not hungry,”” grumbled Skeezicks. “You're going to eat, just the same,” said Maggie. ‘I’m going to stay here till you've swallowed the last mouthful. I don’t care if I stand here till I faint. So, if you want to be rid of me, eat.’ Something in Skeezicks’ eyes sparkled. It couldn’t have been humor—in Skee zicks. Yet his eyes did sparkle faintly as he considered Maggie, standing on his bed- side rug—adamant purpose incarnate. “You'll have to eat it,”” repeated Maggie, “and it’s better hot than cold.” With his awkward trembling left hand Skeezicks took up the spoon. And when he laid it down the bowl was empty. “Tell him how to fix it,”” he said curtly, indicating the man housekeeper. “His slop turns my stomach.” “T’ll bring you some every day,” Maggie. “You needn’t bother.” “T will bother. Do you think I'd let you die just out of spite? I'll bring you some every day.” “The devil!”’ groaned Skeezicks. Good-by,” said Maggie. In the evening she took him a glass of cool, smooth, rich custard. Thereafter twice a day for a week she carried him palatable foods. She couldn’t explain just why she did this. She hated Skeezicks worse every time she saw him. He snarled at her like an ill-tempered dog on each visit, and she gave him back snap for snar). Sometimes Maggie thought it was her very hatred that drew her to his bedside. It gave her grisly pleasure to spite the old devil by being outwardly kind to him in his helplessness. Hate was the only name she could put to the irresistible force that did attract her. Then, too, he took her mind off her troubles at home. There was the matter of those bills and the groceries and one thing and another. Maggie had made no attempt to settle anything, not knowing where to begin. And one day her mother said to her: “Fine bright days I might go to church or to the Ladies’ Aid if I had anything fit to wear. It would give some daughters pleasure to provide nice clothes for their old mothers.” And her father, shivering more and more as the weather freshened, expressed a de- sire for one of those plaid rugs he’d seen advertised so much. It did seem a pity that an old man who'd worked hard while he kept his health couldn't have a a to keep his old bones from knocking with the cold. Maggie held long comfortless ses- sions in the old room under the eaves. Judson? Perhaps it would come to that. He was a good man and generous. Maggie's notion that she couldn't ever bear to touch him was ridiculous. What was left of her life anyhow but husks? If any man was fool enough to want her under the circum- stances, she ought to count herself lucky, as her mother often said. Things couldn't be really worse than they were now. At any rate she'd be the only one to suffer then, she'd not be hearing that fret- ting, wearing wail of her old parents. And surely, after battling with that old shell- back over the way, Maggie must appreci- ate the kindness of Judson—even if he did smell queer and unwashed and his shirts were soiled. “But I'd burn you first,” to the old battered trunk. Saturday morning came a letter from the school board. Brave men, they had lacked the face to talk the matter over with Maggie. They were giving her a long no- tice so that she might locate a good position for the coming year. They had no com- plaints to make; they would give her a good recommendation; but they wanted a younger person, someone with newer, more up-to-date methods, in her place. Poor Maggie, she had had no time or money for summer courses or brushing up. That settled everything. In the evening when Judson turned his runabout and drove past his unkempt inherited mansion and halted in the road before it Maggie offered no protest. “*Miss Maggie,”’ faltered Judson, point- ing, “I’ve been trying for ten years to get up nerve to ask you to take charge of that and me.” “T know, Abraham,” said Maggie ¢ calmly. “Why do you want to marry me? Judson stared at her in amazement. This was so different from Maggie. Her face, cold and motionless, told him nothing. “Why, I don’t know as I ever thought it out. I just sort of fancied. Miss Maggie, said so she said fiercely June 19,1920 I’m naturally a family man and I’ve been powerful lonesome. I sort of miss having someone to look out for me, and you’ve got such a way with you. You ain’t afraid of work and you’ ve got a head for business -_ you're good to folks dependent on you I'd be = to supply the money and the com: rts, but I’d be dependent on you. ‘There isn’t anything romantic then, is there?”’ said Maggie. ‘‘ You just want me to take care of your house and you, is that it? A new ; job?’ “Well, now,” fumbled Judson, troubled. “T think a lot of you, of course, but I ain’t one of these play-acting kind, and we’ve both gone past the foolish age, you know. You don’t mind my saying that, I hope.” “I'm relieved,” said Maggie. “‘But you know I have two old people depending on me. They’re quite a burden. “T know, I know. I'd be glad to do for them while they last. It would sort of even up for what you’d be doing for me. Miss Maggie, I’d be good to them and good to you as I know how. What do you say?” “I'll do my best,” said Maggie. “Now hurry, or we'll be late to the meeting.” On the way home Judson milled some- thing over in his mind. Maggie could tell by the batting of his ugly eyes. “‘M-maggie,”’ he said at her gate, “I’ve been wondering if I couldn’t do something to show my appreciation. I’ve been think- ing of what you seem to set your heart most on, and it’s Charley Kuhn and his fiddling I don’t see much in fiddling myself, but I know you're anxious to see him go on tak- ing lessons. I’ve made up my mind to pay for them after the money from the benefit is used up.” Maggie felt shame. She put out her hand to the spotted coat sleeve of the little man she thought she could not touch. “Abraham Judson,” she said, “you'll never know why I want Charley to go on with his music, but you’re a good man You're the best man I know. I—I will do my duty by you.” And she slept better that night than she had for a week. In the morning she remembered Skeezicks. He was better now, not really in need of coddling. She’d pay him one last visit. Skeezicks was up, fully dressed. There was something distinguished about his spotless black suit and his soft linen shirt. He wore a soft black tie and he’d just been shaved. “You're late,’ weren't coming. “So you missed me?” “I missed my pudding. y ou? i ‘Il had to hurry through supper for a committee meeting.’ ‘“What committee?” “Hungry Hollow Committee.” “What's Hungry Hollow? Why don’t you ever tell a man anything? I have to drag gossip out of you piece by piece.” “Didn't suppose you'd be interested. They're poor folk in the Hollow.” ‘Hum! Feed them and pamper them and generally encourage social unrest?” “No!” Maggie gripped the bedpost. “We try to make life a bit worth living, that’s all. But the Thanksgiving enter- tainment isn’t just for that.” “What is it for? For heaven’s sake, sit down and look comfortable, no matter how you feel. You are the most cantankerous what about the entertainment?” Maggie slid to the edge of a chair. “The entertainment is a_ benefit—for Charley Kuhn,” she said. ‘“‘He plays the violin like magic. But his folks are dirt poor and they want him to go to work in the steel mills next year. We're trying to raise the money so he won't have to go to work but can study in the city.” “You interested in him?” Skeezicks’ question was a jeer, such as Maggie had grown used to expecting. “I am,” she said shortly. ““Give me my check book, Johnson.” Before Maggie could gather her wits the check was written and in her hands. “For the boy,” said Skeezicks on the verge of diffidence. ‘But you mustn rt, dollars!" “Owe you something, manded Skeezicks crossly. you for taking care of me. boy, remember.” The sneer and the bitterness had come back to his face. The fiendish mockery of his prematurely senile grimace was horrible Something within Maggie began to give Way. 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_—_ _ \ | ‘ ' ‘ LY 4 ; ” - Concluded from Page 128 “‘No, you don’t need to repay me,” she said, ‘‘and I don’t think your money woul l do the boy any good. Anyhow, he will be taken care of. Mr. Judson has promiced to educate him.” “Judson? The dirty little grocer John- son talks about?” ‘He’s the man I am going to marry, if you want to know,” said Maggie, rising to her feet, tre mbling. ‘You’re going to marry? You? Oh, Lord! You marry the dirty little grocer?” Skeezicks groaned. In another minute he would laugh. Maggie hoped that ‘this time he would choke to death. Something within her snapped and the blood rushed to her face, ““Who are you to laugh at him or at me?” he cried. ‘“*You mean, hateful, vile old man! Take your filthy old money and keep — She tore the check across and rushed from th: room. Down the steps she crambled, for her knees wabbled fright- fully. They were steps to be taken with care and st On the third from the bottom her unste ady feet slipped and she fell forward. (¢ lutching out blindly she « zed the velour curtains over the wall panel. Maggie was heavy. The fasten- ings to the curtains gave way with a rending noise. Still, Maggie’s fall was She came down very gently on her knees on the hardwood floor. And there, all motion congealed in her, her eves fastened on the unveiled wall, she remained. The color went from her face, leaving it white and rigid and drawn. At the sound of her fall Johnson came run ning. On the turn of the staircase he, too, topped, frozen with horror. Clapping his hand over his mouth he looked a wild prayer toward his master’s room. Skee- zicks did not appear. Maggie still stared t the ws all. re I year God!” she moaned between frozen lips. ‘*Are you hurt, Miss Maggie?’’ asked Johnson, tugging in agony at her elbow “Quick, Miss Maggie, for pity’s sake! I must get them back before he sees. He'd Nobody ever has seen what he Quick, Miss ateline proken, a go crazy. keeps behind those curtains. Maggie! Oh, are you hurt?’ “No,” said Maggie, rising stiffly, “I’m not hurt. Don’t tell him, Johnson, Don’t —tell—him.” By feeling and instinct she found her way across the street, into her home, up to the little drafty room under the eaves. She threw herself down beside the battered little trunk and wept as Maggie Bender had not wept in almost twenty years. When the wrenching sobs began to ease and only a bitter tear now and then trickled down over Maggie’s clenched hands she began to think. And the decails of her thought concern Maggie and the One who had pressed her life into such tortuous paths. “What can I do?” pent weariness Evidently the answer came, for she grew calmer and the tears ceased, ‘Ain’t you going to church, Maggie? ealled her mother. “No,” said Maggie, unbuckling a trunk trap, “I'm busy. I'll go this evening maybe, At noon Judson sent Charley Kuhn round with a note, saying he would take Maggie to church that evening. “Ch y,”’ asked Maggie, searce heed- ing the note, “‘are you going to play my tune at the concert Thursday? The one she asked at last in ”

that goes like this?” “Why, Mi Maggie,” exclaimed the boy, ‘ ‘T di ir ~~ you coulk d sing!”’ ‘I can’t,” said Magyie, “‘or ly that tune, Once upon a time—never mind. Will you ] 49? I IL. al you say so, Miss Maggie. It’s aw- ‘Tunes don’t grow old Charley. You play it.” like people, THE SATURDAY And that night she asked Judson if there was any way in —_ they might get Skee- zic ‘ks to attend the benefit. “T shouidn’t be surprised,” said Judson, ‘now you speak of it. He sent his man ce with a check for a hundred dollars this morning. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I sent him a bunch of complimentary tickets, but I thought may- be you could explain - — can't —_ 1in—not now,” said Mag- gie. ‘‘Remember, I’m to make the speech about Charley. I do hope you on get Skeezicks there.” ‘Maggie, what’s come over you?” de- manded poor little Judson. ‘‘ You don't seem like yourself to-night. You ain’t changed your mind about—about 5 “Oh, I don’t know,” said Maggie. “Don’t worry me, Abraham. It all de- pends on how my speech turns out Thurs- Hf iy. The less Judson comprehended Maggie the more he admired her; so that pa sed, Three times in the next three days Skee- zicks sent word that he wanted to see Maggie. Three times Maggie answered that she would see him at the end of the program Thursday, if he came to the bene- fit. Otherwise she'd never see him again, Evenings she spent in her miserable room, sewing, sewing. “Whatever are you doing up there, Maggie?" demanded her mother ** Making over old stuff,”’ replied Maggie “Well, I wish you'd quit talking to your- elf all the time. You sound sort of crazy.’ Thursday Skeezicks came to the ot nefit His entry into the little hall made pec ple forge t the usual late he ginning « f the enter- tainment. Not until the invalid took his seat, well up front and to one side, did the curtain rise on the fanciful garden scene left over from the last amateur play. The audience settled back, murmuring softly and waiting for Maggie’s opening speech, as it was scheduled on the printed programs. However, Charley Kuhn came out first. He knew Maggie should have gone before, and, poor lad, he'd tried to say ) but Maggie had obstinately ordered him on the stage. “You go first,”’ she said, standir gin the wings, wrapped from head to foot in a hooded cape of gray broadcloth. ‘Goright on and play that little piece. Then I'll come.” And Charley, not knowing why, but driven by a new force emanating from his worshiped Miss Maggie, went on. He was a lithe, we lad of about sixteen. His dark curling hair enhanced the dreaminess of his wide brown eyes, and Maggie herself had taught him to wear full bow ties. With childish simplicity he tucked his violin under his chin and tripped into the lilting, haunting melody that Maggie loved. Biting her lip Magvie looked out through a hole in the fly curtain to where Skeezicks sat, well up front and to one side. She saw Skeezicks close his eye grow pale, but shake his head at a whisper rom Johnson, who sat beside him. When Charley ended and disappeared Maggie came on. Only this was not the Maggie Bender that Webster knew. Here was a lovely, tender, sighing woman in draperies of filmy tulle, speaking in a voice low, rich, sweet, vibrant and trained. She was a trifle plump, perhaps; but I think no one suspected until afterward how many inches Maggie had had to add to the waist- band of that treasured gown or how she had struggled to bring her long-abused hair down in fluffiness about her forehead and her ears. The gown and the hair helped, and Maggie's inspiration, glowing in her eyes and flushed cheeks, did the rest. She did not speak of Charley Kuhn. She slipped into the ingénue’s big scene of a play that had been the greatest hit on Broadway not quite twenty years before. The audience sat breathless. They were more shocked than Maggie when, well up front and a little to one s ide, someone fell with a crash. The beautiful voice on the

EVENING POST Stage broke off sudder that was Maggie Ben ‘ yet not Mag gie Bender stood still with clasped anxiou hands while someone helped Johnson carry Skeezicks out. As the y reached the door Maggie came back to motion. Picking up her filmy skirt she dashed for the wings. **Go on, go on!” cheered Abraham J 1 d- son excitedly, - wonderful, Maggie! Don't stop on account of hi im. It’s only that old Skeezi: Go on!’ ‘*Let me pass!”’ sobbed Maggie. ‘Oh, let me pass! I must go to him!” Snatching up her cape and knocking Judson to one side she sped out of the hall. Skeezicks’ limousine had gone. Maggie began to run. Folks on the street that afternoon said afterward that it was like a ghost chasing down the sidewalks. They never suspected that it was Maggie Be =n r running so. Breathless, but still carried out of herself, she arrived at Skeezicks’ house. The doctor shook his head. “He's asking for you,” he said, “but I don’t think it wise. To-morrow, perhaps.” To-morrow! Maggie brushed the doctor aside as she had brushed Judson. And she came near to upsetting the man house- keeper as she dashed by him to Skeezicks’ room. Within she closed the door and stood, panting, disheveled, but very beauti- ful, against it. The man on the bed turned and saw her standing there. His sad blue eyes were luminous with hope and pain. He put out both arms, both arms to her. 1 the woman

blocking her exit. “My dream girl!’ he murmured bro- | kenly. “Oh, my dear!” Maggie knelt beside him, burying her face in the bedding. Presently she felt his hands on her head, moving ae caressi! igly, wonds ringly, like the hands of a blind man. “‘ After all these years!"’ he was saying. “* After all these met ton Oh, my dear, I am so sorry. It was bad enough for me, but that you should have suffered too! didn’t know. I couldn’t—how could you know? I amso sorry!” ‘*Never mind,” wept Maggie. “It was the painting downstairs, you know; but never mind. It wasn’t your fault, and it wasn't mine. It wasn't anybody’s fault oh, what difference does it make now?” ““Twenty years,” sighed Skeezicks; ‘“‘and I’m a broken old man.” Then, as always in big moments, thing struck the woman. “You're using your right hand, looking up. Skeezicks smiled at her sweetness. ‘It moves a little more each day,” he answere: d. “It has ever since your com- ing.”’ The on he clutched her shoulder, **You won't leave me?” he asked. ‘ You won't leave me again?’’ ‘No,” said Maggie, “not if you want me now. But you don’t have to say so just bec ause “T have never ceased to want you, ” said Skeezic! “my dream girl.” “But the dream is gone,” Maggie Benita Darcy Bender, a trivial she said, with heavenly mourned ‘There is the afterglow, dear heart,” said Skeezick “The beautiful afterglow. We will forget the weary years and the pain, and we'll watch the afterglow together, to-day and all our to-morrows.”’ To-morrow! The soul has never truly died which still knows its to-morrow, I sh Di wadba hag Not Protected N A RECENT article that appeared THE SATURDAY EVENING Post, entitled Check, it was stated that a Mr

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Ee =a —_ “Lady lrey went out to dinner and the opera,” said she. ‘‘There was noth- ing for me to do, so I decided to go to \ t Lutetia on the Avenue Vie he asked Mr uut alone?”’ The show was over about ten and when I came out I met Harry Hazard and Raymond Wagner. They asked me to go with them somewhere, and as I knew they were nice boy nd there seemed no harm in it I walked down the Champs-Elysées with them to Fouquet’s. There was a big crowd at the tables out in front, and before we had sat there very long Harry began to get noisy. They had both been drinking before I met them, and they had two bottles of champagne while we were there. Then Hazard began to tell us about oil being struck on his land and ions he would be what he was going to do.” 1 “Was that the first { + you'd both heard of it € rupted. _ 2 ited for an ” . 1 said she. Heming had o lunch the told me zard must taymond al- hegot foolish.” cause ‘In what way? asked Mr. Harker. Agnes flushed. ‘‘Oh, ask- ing me to marry him and help spend the money, and scarcely knowing what he + “Did Raymond seem drunk?” “No, sir; but then Raymond was a Cl igo boy and used to it. Harry was just like one of our Maine fishermen when there’s been a bu g round. He didn’t know what he was saying. Then Raymond told me that he was absent without leave. He aid he’d sneaked out of camp and got a ride into Paris on a ‘ tor truck. I be- gan to get worried about them both, because Harry was H that peo- ple were beginning to look at him, and I knew that Raymond would get in trouble unle back in camp for reveille. So I sug at we get In a taxi and ri en take Harry bacl to his hote ! itused and looked apologetically at Mr. boat har rench army 1 getting “T just couldn’t let those two oy keep on the way they were going if could st * said she “Quite I dea aid the lawyer. “What then? We got into a taxi, and as soon as we spered to Raymor d to per uade Harry to go back and go to bed l ippose he thought I wanted to yet rid of Harry because he was drunk, so he did as I asked Harr vas too far gone to make any objections, and when we'd stopped in front of the hotel he got out and said good ‘Raymond helped him, I suppose,” said Mr. Harker casually No, Mr. Harker.’ Agr es, Who aj peared to have regained her entire self possession, looked him straight in the eyes. **Raymond offered to help him, but Harry got angry and said that he was all right and went in alone. He was unsteady on his feet, but he got along all right. Then as I felt that I'd got Harry safely back, I per- suaded Raymond to return to camp. He didn’t want to go, but he finally agreed. The taxi driver spoke English and I told him to take us to the nearest station for a train to Versailles. I was afraid that Ray- mond might not really go, so when we got to the station, which was the Invalides, I got on the train with him and went as far as Grenelle, where I changed for an Auteuil train, which took me back to Ranelagh.” “You are surely a good friend,” said Mr. Harker. ‘‘And what time was it when you left Hazard at hotel?” “It must have been about eleven o’clock, Mr. Harker.” THE SATURDAY EVENING POST CATCHING UP Continued from Page 25 “‘And you are quite sure that Raymond went on with the train?” “‘T know he did,” Agnes answered. ‘‘He got to camp all right, and that’s just the trouble. The sentry caught him getting back into barracks, but let him off because they’d been through some pretty hard fighting together and he didn’t want to get him into trouble. That’s why I’ve come to tell you about it, so that in case it should be proved that Raymond was in Paris that night I can account for where he was all the time.”’ This naive statement was too much for Mr. Harker. He had practiced the better part of his active professional life in France, and he had become imbued to some extent Here Was a Decidedly Spoited Girt to be Treated With, But Not a Bad One with the superficial mannerisms of his Gallic confréres. So now in face and ges tures he gave semblance for a moment of a Parisian avoué seized suddenly between ses sions while pacing the Salle des Pas Perdus by the flagrant indiscretion of a recent wit ness. He flung his with a gesture of despair, when caught in full flight by his American sense of satirical humor he looked at Calvert, and swore ‘*Now what do you think of that, Steele?”’ he asked. ‘Here's a perfectly good inno- cent fool of an American girl coming for- ward with a bit of testimony which if given before the procureur d'état would land her in Saint Lazare and this man Raymond Wagner in the Santé in just about two seconds. And yet we know that what she’s telling us is perfectly true. If Raymond had gone into the hotel with Hazard she wouldn’t be here telling it. And the satanic humor of it all is that it doesn’t get us any nearer anything than we were before.” He whirled upon Agnes and stood for a moment regarding her a good deal as a sorely exasperated but indulgent parent might regard his little girl. He shook his finger at her reprovingly, or rather cau- tioningly. **Agnes,”’ said he, ‘‘you are sure to be a very bright child. You did right in coming here and telling me your story. But listen to me, honey—don’t you darst open your mouth to another living soul! They'd say sure as shooting that you waited out in front of the hotel while Raymond went in and killed Hazard. You hear me, child?” arms above his head Agnes sprang up out of her chair. “But Mr. Harker,” she cried, ‘‘ I'm ready to swear that Raymond only got out of the taxi, and then got back into it again! I'm ready to swear it!” Mr. Harker gave a despairing shrug ‘*Shucks, my dear, that’s nothing! I feel like swearing myself.” vi “TINHERE goes a young person,” said Mr Harker to Calvert as the door closed on Agnes, “‘who is a true type of the sort which might be called the inevitable trouble maker—the purely involuntary trouble maker. Such girls are harmless in them- selves, often with good and generous im- pulses, but disturbers— mi gadders and fly-by-nights. commit indiscretions which crack the enamel of their reputations, and this they patch witha veneer of cheap deceit. They are the sort who figure in frauds or brawls, divorce and un- written law, and they get up on the witness stand and turn their appeal- ing, limpid eyes upon the court and get sympathy enough to secure their immediate ac quittal, several offers of marriage and a contract on the vaudeville stage.”’ “Still Agnes was acting for the best,”’ Calvert protested. “Yes, and for all we know may have succeeded in achieving the worst. If she had kept out of it gone straight home after the show as a good girl should— those two young men would probably have kept together. Raymond would have been punished for A.W.O. L. and Harry not have been murdered. But no, she must butt ir try to straighten things out-— with the result that Hazard was killed, and if she tells anybody else what she has just spilled to us it is going to look black for Raymond.’ “You seem to have no doubt about her te lling the truth,” said Calvert, “fT haven't. If Raymond had gone into that hotel she’d never have come here, The beauty of it is that with that n aynifi cent, complacent inve iture of ur que tionable virtue with which such a girl mantles herself, it never occurred to her that we might refuse absolutely to believe her and charge Raymond with the murder and herself as accessory before or after the fact. No, there is not the slightest doubt in my mind about her ~ having told the truth; but I have a very strong conviction that she is still holding something ba “So have I,” said Calvert. Harker shot him one of his pene trating looks. “*T reckon it struck us both in the same place,” said he. ‘“‘ What's your idea?” “*T don’t believe she went to the movies alone,”’ said Calvert. ‘“‘No more do I; in fact I’m sure she didn’t. A girl like that doesn’t go to ar tl ing alone. I'll bet right now he’ got a bigger list of friends and acquaintances in this town than you have, and that she slips in and out of that Villa des Lilas of Lady Chat’s like a sleek, pussy-footed little prowler, Mind you, Steele, I don’t question her good behavior or virtuous in- tention, but I know that type of gadder,.” **How can she manage it?” “Shucks, nothing easier! You know what those villas are like. An iron gate with a concierge’s loge and a sleepy old fool « hronically soused with vin rouge. In side a central path bordered with lila hushes and things, and half a do little bungalow things fronting on it; English and d | zen or sO American art and musical students flitting in and out all hours of the day and night and nobody giving a whoop Lady Chat’s not rich, and probably has a femme de ménage who comes in by the day This is merely her pied-d-terre in Paris he’s of a Devon family, with a fine old place down near Torquay, and she's a veteran gadder herself, though of a differ ent sort—liberal, broad-minded and a good old sport; fellow of the Royal Geographic Society and God knows how many others She'd be the last to stand guard on a little friend. Don’t know her, do you?” “Only by reputation,” said Calvert. “Well, I think you ought to meet her ‘I could manage that. I know the Ormes, and they’re intimate friends, I believe,”’ “Then go to it! Agnes could do with a bit of wat« hing. We've got to know who she trails with. There's no use in our hand ing in this statement she’s made. I think it’s perfectly true, and it would only com- plicate things for the present. Meet Lady Audrey and cultivate her a little and keep your eye on Agnes. Let me know what you turn up. Now I must get on my job. I've kept a cabinet minister waiting for the last three-quarters of an hour.” Calvert wished him good morning and went out. It seemed to him now that his investigation was beginning to take some ort of form. The next step appeared to be to see Isabel and take her sufficiently into his confidence for a speedy presenta tion to Lady Audrey Chatter Fortune gave him a friendly lift in this direction, as on walking back up the Champ Ely ées to his hotel he prese ntly overhauled a willowy girl in a jersey dress of latest cut, ye rked along with a lateral an eager Airedale he being swaying movement by tugging at a leash Calvert recognized the black wavy hair and sweep of the graceful shoulders. Isa bel’s physique was of the sort which Pari ian cartoonists of chic demoiselles are ) fond of depicting. Fabiano, for instance might have taken her for a model type the round svelte body with the i of full limbs, their curves masked by the skill of the costumer, and a straight yet elastic impression as of a young birch in the breeze, Isabel's traits were distinctly Latin, like those of her father, whose mother had been of Italian aristocra Calvert had particularly noticed her ey« which were of an excee hade of blue—a dense blue, a i the fabric of the French uniforn homo yeneous in texture, the whole of the iri this dark lapis lazuli, like a hot Italian sky, and black pupils rather small. Like } most eves of tl uncommon tone there was a slight duskiness to the etting, W yave a temperamental accent, as though they might become lurid under emotion At sight of her now ahead of him Cal vert’s pulse and footsteps quickened *‘Good morning, Miss Orme,” vert, hauling up abreast “you seem to have a tractor to haul y She flashed him a smile over her shoul “That's the dogs,”’ said she. ‘‘They’re always in such a desperate hurry to get nowhere Ile be longs to Lady Audrey Chatteris, : offered to exercise him. He's doing it to May I relieve the watch? ( trouble with these silly Yes, if you don’t mind. He's making me lopsided and besides there are alwa a swarm of tikes to kick out of the way opposite Fouquet’ She handed the leash to Calvert, and the dog feeling the change of ter ion ca ba a look of reproach, Isabel arranged her long glove. “Have you had any news? Or perhaps I shouldn't ask, he said “Things seem to be pointing up in an indefinite sort of way, insweré “but I hope to be able to improve the situation for Heming.’ Continued on Page 138

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 19,1920 ea The Modern JSratt-desrendant of Daul Revere OLDIER and patriot was Paul Revere—a lieutenant at Crown Point, a leader in the Boston Tea Party, a lieutenant-colonel in the Revolution. But in his eighty-three years of useful life war was only an incident. The real Paul Revere was a craftsman—engraver, gun-pow- der manufacturer, copper-plater, goldsmith. As Grand Master of Masons he laid the corner-stone of the Boston State House. As silversmith he designed and made the most beautiful hand- wrought silverware ever pro- duced in America. Devotion to Self-imposed Standards The craftsmen of modern New England are the Paul Reveres of 1920. They, too, are patriots. Do you remember their work during the war? The great guns they made, their infinitely accurate instruments of science, their watches that told off the pre- cious seconds to the zero hour? But with them, as with Revere, war was an incident, though a tremendous one. They possess the same adapt- ability of true craftsmanship that distinguished Revere. Their product—a multi-jeweled watch, a delicately adjusted rifle, a mammoth gun or a Stevens-Duryea Motor Car—is a labor of creative instinct, wrought in the fire of a passion- ate devotion to self-imposed standards. Nowhere else in America, prob- ably, is there a group of such artisans numerous enough to produce true craftsmen’s prod- ucts in large quantities. A Tradition that Brooks no Compromise If it were required of them, a large number of Stevens-Duryea craftsmen could each produce almost without assistance, from the working drawings of the designer, a complete motor car. STEVENS e

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Continued from Page 135 Au and, a little? nk I under | Agne "d rather ne because I at Dougla traight to like more nking ore formal way ‘That would be ibel admitt Then you'll hav wait till the first of next weel macy 1rey roing down to Romorantin to-morrow, and I am g ith her to arranging for ing children’s hom are returning orning and When Lad lerge core » matire hits huffle-footed, ugh the movement } , an ole signe Agnes’ px lieuts nt “ret wition thers democri in theory * Doe Agnes ve wealth”? No, quite the trary. She seem it referrec ) ywut she i up over her pro to have ures idy Audrey tribute ] to cor So that We can't There yererou another reason f rdto nub mi tall t} t evening at strikes permitting ) ately after dd iner to THE SATURDAY gamble, and one n what he may grab.” Have you decided what you'd like to ‘alvert answered. It ben A say lalvert that he caught the faintest fleck of dusky blue under the long black lashes “Is it grabable ‘E ything i if one’s a good enough Jock dow n a walk might tell you at Romorantin in the woods I uppose so, When we were the other day we and he grabbed i hedgehog ‘Poor tike! I thought his muzzle looked a little puffy. He ought to be old enough to know better.”’ ‘Well, you see, this ety Lady Audrey Canada, and he'd een only ] quill He thought tl sung to be - ingerous.”’ ‘Often a fatal mistake,” Calvert ad- mitted ‘But did he get the hedgehog?” put the victory like Ypres. But idian, so the cost } } that | took was a strange vari- brought him from porcupines wit was too Is one long ‘He made it unc at ightful cost, eh gained at fr then Joc] didn’t count so k as he gained ob- it Jock is right, , ‘in principle if not in military strat- egy. It is be tte r toget victory and a mouth- ful of quills than defeat and the quills at the opposite a I'm tired of hearing him ugh pons oA t his collar. Let’ Etoile and go round by the Bois and let him run.” ‘He might run away,” I ‘That does not match up with his race and character,” said Calvert. ‘ Besides any dog or other male protector to leave ' lurch would not be worth keeping anyway.” This time there was no mistaking gleam of what—to use an abominable term—was actually Prussian blue. There was also a dimple, not of the round but « the vertical, long variety in the preset ted to Calvert ‘Lady Audrey might see it if Jock lost,” said | wanted to let him run in the Bois the other day, but said there were too many Tom- ibout and that a stray Airedale had the same effect upon a British soldier as a tray chicken on an American darky produced a paralysis of all moral principle. But we might go ge vada the Avenue du Bois and round by the Chaussée de la Muette all the same.” They crossed the Place de as they walked ur ider the Ar Isabel said: ‘‘ Doesn't it give derful thrill of vi tory . **No,” Calvert answered. ‘‘ Not yet.’ turned her head and their eyes met. I abel looked quickly away. ‘It does me,” she said. houldn’t it?” C houldn’t it l be comp! cross the Avenue du abel objec ted ou in the the if cheek differently were abel “She mies l'Etoile, and r'riomphe you a won- She asked parried oO give me ilvert you?” she te t the Victory Arc as we passed unde fool with a treaty ed il but I’m waiting for the ithan vre ‘I don't believe th it wait ribly Calvert did not had not yet his he , was infinitel than ient one They ere . the le weep in a vortex of flash ing ven les and used on the other side to look down the a Sey e Avenue du Bois, throng- yr with its g ring pari ide of peopl Isabel cor templat ed it for a moment lvert glancing at ner face could guess at motion with which the spec- you will h long * Isabel murmure i He felt that the for the only answer 30 Ler answer, come ng stretel tense ¢ seemed to infuse her ‘I suppose,”’ said the girl slowls peaking it seemed as much to to him, “this is without question the most lliant crowd of the brilliant city of world at the most brilliant hour in the and herself as most histor Calvert answered, ‘‘and I am ng it with the most brilliant of them vir AS HEMING'S sister, Juanita, was due to arrive at the Gare du Nord that seven-—wind, tide and Calvert went immedi- Heming’s little about EVENING POST apartment on the Rue Pergolése, which with the aid of the concierge and a femme de ménage he succeeded in putting in order for the expected guest. Heming, despite his previous habits of loose living, or per- haps because of them, was rather a fas- tidious person, and his rez-de-chaussée was comfortably and tastefully furnished, had hes recently renovated and lacked for nothing in its domestic appointments. It consisted of a salon and dining room, bedroom, bath and kitchen. The steamer train, which arrived almost on time, was crowded, but Calvert had no difficulty in picking out Juanita Heming from her brother’s description, which if anything was underrated. She wasa vivid blonde, with hair which would have invited ation of artificial coloring but for iant luster; long eyes of a light shade of um ber made the more striking by straight black brows and lashes. When Calvert sighted her she was —_ very ak looked after by three or four young men whose smart clothes and alert faces suggested business traveler renege made kno and the frie er dly and ‘Captain Heming is laid up in camp. Nothing serious. Sort of nervous let- down call it shell i “Yes, let's,” said th rl ding look n justified by nces, ‘You'll not him When about it, ~ il¢ 1ivert, ‘I’ve ap: irtment all re r fe or go right there ond come trunks.” “Why not make Juanita, “I rey ng for 2 cup of tea We eee ) » Term nus Café, and then come bact a get my things through the douane himself immediately rl’s eyes gave him a approving irvey. with an under- the circum- you hear got his you, and we might back later for the one job of i said ( alvert agreed to t) S, al seated and the ord yrother send for 1d when they * given he asked: you, Miss were vour he wired veé you here. Come briefly, saying, immediately.’ of my friends who this boat postponed her thercabin. It tooka little passport, but I managedit “Do you know anything about the in- heritance?”’ Calvert asked *‘Inheritance?”’ Herstriki a little wider. ‘“‘No; what Calvert ex ied the whole affair in detail, t othing, not the in- vie he g. He had become 1 that here was a g person from whom withheld, Juanita listened terruption, her light amber eyes sparkling with excitement. When Calvert had finished she did not nent, but ap- as one was passage; doing about my crossing on sol g r geyes opened inheritance?” even nothing need be without a single in immediate peare 1 to be th offer any Y tly him,”’ Calvert *said Juanita. “‘ He’s simply All that money couldn't through life with ind your back,” was an Apache,” said , but Harker people y hopeles An Apache would have and besides the Paris » almost always does his work out- a well-known dive It common thief or pickpos ket eithe D uly who went took advantage of his condi- and rob him. Robbery was not the motive. It had to do with the inheri- tance, and since Hazard was not killed by Jerry or you or Raymond or Agnes, then it must have been killed ho hada very hopeful inter- est in one of you four—or else . Her extremely feline eves rested t! fully on the old-fashioned cruet as though hypnotize - by the polished pewter. ‘Or else ‘Or else omebody who did not know anything about the will at all, or that he had made In other words, his next of real weapon, wasn'ta Neither there to see was any Ha ind tands to reason he by somebody w ought- one ” said Calvert. anything about them?” ‘Hazard told Heming that they were meaner than coyotes. He reall that Joseph's brethren were philanthropists compared with his, because they sold Joseph into captivity and gave him a chance to get ahead. His kept him to do their own dirty work, That's the reason he was in such a ‘I hadn’t thought of that, “Do you know June 19,1920 tearing hurry to make his will. He’d hardly have told them about it until everything was nailed down tight.” Juanita nodded. “There was an awfully big fortune in- volved,” said she. ‘‘Perhaps they had reason to know it to be even greater.” “Your suggestion hadn’t occurred to me,” said Calvert, ‘‘ but I shouldn’t be sur- prised if it had to Harker. It is very possible that he has already started to investigate these people over there and find out some- thing about their movements. You think then that it was somebody already in the hotel?” “Yes. two days. at such a place?’ ‘No, he didn’t say.” “This person might have steered him there. ‘ “But that would indicate premeditation, and in such a case the assassin would have provided himself with a weapon. It is also probable that he would have learned about the will.” “That's so,” Juanita admitted. ‘Well, then I want to You say Hazard had been there You don’t know why he put up I must talk to Jerry first; meet Agnes and get some sort of a line on her. But I don’t want her to know who I am, or that Jerry’s sister is in Paris.”” She reflected for an instant. ‘I'll go out to see Jerry to-morrow morning; then in the ary yp I'll go to the Villa des Lilas and ask for Lady Audrey.” ‘She is le -aving for Romorantin at a’ Cc loc *k.”” ‘Precisely. I'll go there about three on the off chance of seeing Agnes. Can’t we lunch together to-morrow at about one?” “Of course.”’ **Well, then let’s say chez Henri — Place Vauban, at one. I hope you don’t mind ti uk ing me on as colleague | in this case “Qn the contrary,” said Calvert, “‘I need a lot of help. Besides there’s nobody more interested than yourself.” “Then it’ 8 understood. What's first name?’ **Calvert.”’ “Then I’m going to call you Calvert, and you must call me Nita. Now let’s go get my luggage and we'll go up to th: apartment, and then after that if you've nothing to do we might have dinner and go somewhere and dance.” one your ‘alvert took Nita back to her brother's nse at two o’clock in the morning after such an evening of frivolity as was about the last thing he had counted on during his investigation. He could not make Nita out at all, She impressed him as having no definite place, whether of nationality, social caste or conventional be havior. Her English was distinctly Angli can—correct, and that of the upper lasses; her French the same—searcely accented Parisian; and she told him that she spoke German with the same fluency and had when a young girl studied the violin in Vienna. She cnnenel to have speaking acquaintance with a great many prominent people both in London and Paris But so far as he was able to discover she was not on intimate social relations with any. He had discovered incidentally when her luggage was examined by the customs that she was abundantly supplied with money, as on opening her beaded bag to get her keys it appeared bulging with a rouleau of crisp billets de which from their size and color were of five hundred frances each. This was very puzzling to Calvert. Nita appeared devoted to her brother; showed 4a sincerity of affection in reference to him that was not to be questioned Yet here was Heming at the end of his pecuniary scope, now under restricted liberty pending further investigations of a murder case of which the burden of sus- picion fell upon himself, while his loving and only sister arrived in Paris carrying care lessly in what looked like a twenty-guinea beaded bag a roll of several thousand frances, and gave herself up immediately under Calvert’s escort to an evening of frolicsome gayety in the course of which she drank a good many glasses of cham- pagne, and for all of which she insisted upon defraying the expense, despite Cal- vert s protests, “That's the least of our cares, Calvert,”’ she had said at the very beginning of their evening. ‘You and Jerry are both poten- tial millionaires, and you can square your- selves later. I’ve got enough to go on for a while, and when I feel the pinch I'll sing out, never fear, buddy.” Continued on Page 141) banque,

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Continued from Page 138 One thing he was forced to admit —that Nita was the focal point of admiration wherever they happened to find them- selves. She had changed into a demi- toilette of flame-colored chiffon over a saffron silk, which gave her a softly shim- mering effect precisely suited to set off the metallic coppery sheen of her hair and tawny eyes which held a golden light like champagne in the brilliant illumination of restaurant and cabaret. She wore no jewels except a string of amber beads and a topaz ring. Calvert, a good dancer, had never met with a partner whose step and balance seemed more perfectly ad justed to his own, but then he felt that ul rive that Nita’s elastie resilience would g impression to any partner And throughout their evening she had not once referred to the vital business in hand, but seemed wholly on enjoyment bent; and when he had left her at the little apartment on the Rue Pergolése Calvert departed with the uncomfortable impression that he had been remiss in something at parting, for a girl does not turn up her face and look into the eyes of her cavalier while giving his hand a little jueeze to assure him that she has en- joyed her evening But on returning to the Cecilia, Calvert was very glad that he had conducted him- self with such punctilious behavior, despite the exaggerated lack of this in their sur- roundings, for he found on his dresser a petit bleu which read as follows: “Dear Lieutenant Steele: Just after leav- ig |} this morning I discovered something which I feel that you should know imme- diately. Lady Audrey and I are leaving to-morrow noon, but unless I hear from you to the contrary I shall be in the Rose Garden at Bagatelle at ten in the little kiosk on the rocks. oe vir lace of rendez bps as at the place rendez vous a good half hour before its time a young man ree ]

ently from the e Western Front and very hould be required to wait on in the gardens of Baga une he would be as much as Adam waiting for a ren in the Garden of Eden e that the Rose Garden p how the Garden of Eden a great deal in the matter of pi turesque beauty and romantic charm, to iy nothing of it tl immunity to angels with flaming sword For one thing one can

— ircely in agine the picturesque when there were no pictures, or the romantic before the first romance Moreover in the gardens of

Bagatelle countle Edens have been cor idered in their clair to beauty, and doubtle also countle Eder have been lived | the daughters of E So that this particular Sans Souci may be thought of as a sort of love fraught and hallowed and inspired and suffered shrine in whict exquisite tend of human passion and inguish and delight have been woven and worn until they have fine ol ome relic sacred le s than ts lessons and exper enter ing the Rose Garder n the pringtime receive it mucl i mourner entle ab orb at once it tudied ire of it nt icles might require in most cases a certain preparatory course, but it doubtful if any person in whom 1 lingered an attenuated cadence of yveuth could have gone into those gar dens on that June morning and remained yonsive to their atmosphere of ro-

Calvert, whose sentiment system was at that moment as susceptible as one of the flowering shrubs swelling to burgeon,

started slowly to m: the circle of the before returning to the kiosk, in which at this moment place some children were playing. He had put the motive of the rendezvous out of his nind, dwelling only on the thought that he was to see and talk to Isabel in this entrancing spot. He did at she might have to tell him, ess. The fact of her having and cared | chosen the Rose Garden in which to meet him seemed to indicate something in the back of her mind not entirely addressed to the detection of crime. She might have met him on the Allée de Longchamp or by the Boulogne gate, or a great many other places more convenient to Ranelagh than Baga- elle, and Calvert argued with joyful wis- dom that it must have been something very

THE SATURDAY pleasant in her thought of him which as- sociated with it the Rose Gardens. He followed the winding path slowly, passed the charming relic of the ancient abbey with its beautiful door, stood on the little bridge and watched the black swans deploying their fluffy cygnets, followed the wall round, and passing the house and stables, which seemed always to preserve their charming atmosphere of occupancy, came presently to an old gardener who was trimming and tying up and examining his grafts on damask trees and hardy eglantine and chatting with some pretty children and their pretty mamma with that pleasing friendliness of which the familiarity is that of the old family servant, precisely as though he were their old retainer and the charming little estate their property, which in a sense it was. he roses bordering the little plots and along the brick wall were in full bloom, with a beauty to make even a casual flower lover catch his breath, and at the far end there was a sort of tropic jungle banked with rhododendrons, and the fine lawn in front of these masses sown with double violets of exquisite fragrance which mingled with the perfume of jasmine at a corner of the wall. Feeling almost light- headed, Calvert continued on his rambling way; then as he glanced across the little stretch of lawn and up at the kiosk his eye was caught by a flutter of white, andhesawa pongee-silk riding coat and little tricorne hat peeping from behind a pillar. Isabel also was some minutes ahead of her rendezvous, and as Calvert approached he thought she herself looked rather like one of the crimson Jacqueminots. Exer- cise and excitement and something else perhaps had spread a vivid color over the semitropic beauty of her face, and she offered him her hand a little shyly. ““You must have been surprised to get said she, ‘‘and to be asked to 1e way out here.”’ ‘*You couldn't have picked a more love spot,”’ said Calvert “Isn't it? I adore this place, but that’s not the reason I chose it. I had a special There is a man whom I think you ought to see and try to learn something about, and at eleven o'clock he ought to be trying some ponies on the polo field just across the drive His name is Howard Townley and he is a racing man, but a pr fessi ynal now, and occupies some sort of position-—-head trainer or the like —for the Martell stables at Chantilly. He does some horse dealing on his own account,

my note, yme obprect,

and he is coming here to show some polo ponies to an English officer named Harrod.” Calvert smiled at her eagerne ‘And what particular interest has this hnorsy chap for us?”’ he asked “I’m not sure, Perhaps he hasn't any. t I think that he is Agnes’ best beau

Calvert's eyes opened very wide. **(,ood for you!” sald Ne “T found it out by accident,” said Isabel

‘After you left me yesterday I was cros ing the Chaussée de la Muette, and being home I thought I could risk giving Jock a run, so I slipped his leash, ind after he had torn about for a few mo dashed up to a girl who was I couldn't nT whi tled, because the girl was hidden by a para )] So I went over there and found seemed very em ment he ting ona bench with a man. understand Jock’s not coming wher that it was Agne she barrassed, and introduced her friend, whom EVENING POST I remembered having seen talking to father at the Grand Prix at Longchamp He told me that he knew my father, and later I asked papa about him.” ‘Did Agnes seem embarrassed?" Cal vert asked. “Rather more than that. She was badly rattled. She told me afterward that she had known him about a month.” “‘How did she meet him?” **T did not ask her, nor did she volunteerit. Papa says that he knew Townley slightly before the war and that he was one of those turf hangers-on that nobody knew much about that were usually to be found round the Jockey Club and Automobile Club and Henry’s Bar. He said that he had a sort of an idea that Townley was a gentleman born who might have bet away his inheritance and taken up the track as a means of livelihood.” ‘*What’s his description?” Calvert asked. “He's tall and well built in a rangy athletic way, with a rather handsome high featured face and cold blue eyes. He has a little mustache waxed at the ends, and speaks with one of those exaggerated Eng lish accents, rather like an actor.” ‘‘A nice sort of chap for Agnes to be meeting up with on the sly,” said Calvert. Isabel nodded. ‘She knows it too. She came in to Lady Audrey’s right after me and asked me not to say anything about it to Lady Audrey, to which I agreed. She told me that Mr. Townley had been a captain in the British quartermaster’s department during the war and looked after the supplying of horses, selecting those for the diffe

t br inches of cavalry and artillery and trans- port —and the care or sale of those réformés which had been crocked in patching them up for service or selling them to farmers, and all that sort of thing She told me also that he was the ne a duke, but she wasn't quite sure the duke of what. Papa didn’t know anything about th oe:

service me way, phew of n ‘No,” said Calvert, “I imagine not. Did she tell you that he was coming out here to day c ‘‘She said that he was out at the polo field every morning, and as I wa ming through the Bois | saw him riding down the Avenue des Acacias with a st who was leading a couple of ponies “I think you are a very able scout said Calvert. “I'll go over there presently and have a look at him. Are you riding

able boy alone “Mr. Minturn’s groom, me. Mr. Minturn likes to have me exercise his horses. Auguste is a nice old thing. He had a little twinkle in his eye when I told him I wanted to stop and look at the rose He said, ‘ Don't stay too long, mademoiselle, or they will get jealous.’”’ “He is right,’” said Calvert that i about their getting jealou but you havea few minutes to spare, haven't you ko abel had risen from the ru eat ‘Well, I can give you tive more Hlave you learned anything else

Not about our case,’ Calvert answered reseating himself at her side, “*but a yood deal about myself “What are you going to do whe u come into all this wealth?” Give a lot of it away. You may tell Lady Audrey she ount « ip port.” ‘That ery good of you. I don’t see how there lid [ ! t 4 t

141 rnen,’ ud Calvert, and his gray eye sought and held her blue ones, which there in the shadow looked a deep indigo i warm dense color, like that of hot Gulf Stream water against the sid am going to your father and my credentials and say to him, ‘Sir’ voice deepened a little and took pre the tone of a subaltern preferring a re to his colonel ‘I have the honor t your permission to pay my addre your daughter.’”’ The wave of color which flooded I face would indeed have verified t groom’s privileged speech She down at the polishe 1 toes of her boots ‘I rather like your military met said she, f this.” ‘I rather hate the Calvert answered your father will say Agnes way my “What do you e of a ship, “I ly el jut t >a ‘ Lo } abe ‘ ld “It makes me feel better about The long dimple showed at the corner of her mouth. “He will probably answer: ‘Sir, request shall be duly investigated, ar approved—duly indorsed and referr Mrs, Orme for her consideration.’ ” “That sounds like the easiest part « said Calvert. : but once before.”’ “Once bef re He caught a flash of blue betwee black lashes. “Yes twelve years ago,” “Honestly?” “Honestly and truly, Isabel. I sw on—on—on what is dearer to me thar thing in the world. This “i ‘So far as I know, my res is a clean one. I have never been in id if ed to < 3," n the that was at St.-Jean-de-Luz about ear it lany He reached for her hand, which was rest ing on one knee, rai 1 it, and sto down brushed the bac then looked at her with shining ey« e kk

of it with his opi pithy li lip ‘Do you think that if lam lucky enough to get my official request approved at hea quarters the rest is going to be terrib hard?” Isabel looked away. ‘Hadn't you better get your official pe mission first? Beside i've got such a frightfully important now ! carcely right anytl Do you that t ! Townle; ything t do with the crime “It wouldn't be fair to make ever guess,’ Calvert answered He had not loosed her hand, but I now drew it awa glanced é wa ind rose I must go now hie uid | a to ye bu nd irige and wet | A udre at the tatior ¢ tue 4 meal LO “Sk il tea t bach Phat oug { ve M i bu neve I ”™ | erta su these strike We ma t eed v Ling Kon il it a Cu ert turted t } " t rhe t ile | it 1 thet i € 1 her I i l i dle i ly ye re 1) t . il A | \ iy’ clin t ty ‘ t { i ri it t? i the rose but it can do no hari » let his Wait ‘ 1 ¢ ‘ He sped dow he bank to where the 1 yurae i talking to | Howe as it 4 M tended them Calvert handed hi l If L pueaine t n Par Phe old man chuckled, then gla | it thre r rb ‘You are righ no : chanting sof to himself Ou vole le parfu ‘ Ou vont nos } Then, “Oui, oui, r the Vv ‘ man is right. To be 1 t I ans, and then to be ir ¢ the ‘ tiest young lady in Pa € anything but right I s} MY only Du Barry which has yet flower he queen of this garde ‘ And so self-communing he went to ar other plot and clipped lf ‘ with a very long sten ind 4 ( I aged back and handed the fl rto Calve with a military sluts \ é lenant, may mademoiselle be plea i

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 19,1920 RAVELLING at the rate of 156.04 miles per hour at Daytona Beach, Tommy Milton, in a Duesenberg car, broke six world’s speed records and established a new one. This speed of almost three miles per minute was faster than any man has ever travelled on earth. The Duesenberg Twin Eight was equipped with Delco ignition. It is not unusual for Delco to be on record breaking trips—Major Schroeder's altitude climb, the NC-4 trans-Atlantic flight, the Hudson Super-Six trans-continental run, and the Essex fifty hour grind—all are world’s records. Tommy Milton simply voiced the everyday ex- ; “ggyeet perience of the many thousands who own we ehemanbie ae dae Delco-equipped cars when he said, “In the Automobile Association ‘record breaking drive, Delco ignition worked Vy mile 11.57 sec., 155.57 miles per hour perfectly at all times.” 1 kilometer 14.40 sec., 155.34 miles per hour 1 mile 23.07 sec., 156.04 miles per hour Delco publishes these records because it be- 2 miles 46.24 sec., 155.70 miles per hour . : . 3 miles, | min. :12.18 sec., 149 - miles a. hour lieves every user of a Car equipped with Delco ‘ — 1 min. :36.14 sec., 149.78 miles per hour will be proud to know that the system on his 5 miles, 2 min. :6 4 sex 149.95 mil r hou 4 ’ — a car has established new world’s records. Delco TON, OHIO, U.S.A. —

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i : | ) ’ ’ i ’ , happening again. I donot deny that some of this spirit had been worked up in them by their Communistic leaders, who saw in it a good selling point. But the germ of the spirit was there. Now ten days after the first rush south- ward from Hagen the affair seemed likely soon to be closed up. In the Bielefeld con- ference the government had granted not only a partial-amnesty but enough radical social changes, we felt, to satisfy even the Communists. We went to Essen to see the end of the show. Yet the appearance of Essen as we stepped out of the station early on Palm Sunday morning gave us something of a shock. There it stood, the powerful gray city, built with all the solid brutality of modern German architecture, and past its massive buildings I seemed to catch at first sight more armed men than IJ had seen in all Diisseldorf. Before the Diisseldorf station three or four sentries had kept desultory watch. Here was a cloud of guards. Moreover, they seemed of different char- acter. At Diisseldorf they looked like plain, orderly workingmen who had for some reason taken up arms. The Essen men were younger, tougher. They slung round their rifles with a little air of swagger. Nearly all of them wore blouses of the old army; some not only had red brassards round their arms but in their caps knots and festoons of red ribbon. I remembered then the Boston police strike of the summer of 1919 and the looting by the city toughs, which I happened to witness. Somehow these red guards reminded me a little of those water-front hoodlums who kicked up the row in Boston. The Kaiserhof at Essen calls itself the leading hotel of Southern Germany. Here of old years the industrials of the Ruhr used to blow in their swollen profits. Now it was the White House, the capitol, of the Ruhr republic. Where once millionaires, counts and field marshals used to order round the waiters, puddlers, miners and paper hangers were doing the ordering. Enough sentries to be ealled a cordon guarded the front stopping all who entered to inquire their business. Yet physically the hotel had not at all changed. ed portrait of William the Damned, painted in full field-marshal’s uni- form, still presided over lobby; op- posite smiled the portrait of his imperial consort, the ex-empre Nor did I read much new Germ: n the attitude of the proprie tor and } cle rks. W } en we asked for rooms their eyes showed the old hatred of they barked out their g open just then. with the dirt of ! and field strode into the lobby, escorting half a dozen important leaders of the Ruhr movement, all in working clothes; and I thought the proprietor was going to blow up with suppressed rage. English speec} The door 4 Palm Sunday in Essen British and American correspondents, on t side ever ce the row began, surrounded us with information. One of the Americar was (Qr! ng to reach the red front. He iggested we put in our application with . Even if we did not go to the front, he added, we were not quite ut a pass from the Com- surger € safe in Essen with mittee of Actior We were carr} ng about our guilty secret, which we had not to mention even to each other. ad come straight from the Reichswehr front, and to tie up at once with the red army would have been both i However, we went along to the city hall for our passes. It stood, a rather barbarously overdeco- rated brick building of the seventies, on a indecent and ind ree square opposite a fine old Gothie church. The morning of Palm Sunday was wearing away by now; the bells were ringing. The crowded streets seemed to hold only two classes of people—red soldiers or their civilian followers, the latter designated by snots of red ribbon, and the devout going to church. These last were mainly women. As the y pas sed the red ser tries the y « lasped their prayer books tight to their bosoms and looked straight into the distance. The armed reds—dirty, tough and hardy— smiled and babbled about the door of the city hall. From the church across the square there began in deep, harmonious voices the solemn chanting of high mass. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE RUAR ARLAME (Continued from Page 9) The whole atmosphere was so tense, so pregnant with hint of trouble, that I found myself developing a queer nervousness, a sense that something was momentarily about to happen. This rose in me almost to a crisis when, upon entering the deep shade of the lobby, I stumbled over two high-peaked, bronze-ornamented oak cof- fins. Apparently they were not empty. A group of red guards stood, their rifles at rest on the floor, regarding them grimly. Two little street girls, who had somehow crept past the sentries, regarded them also, each with a finger in her mouth. These coffins, I learned later, held the corpses of two looters caught in the act, sentenced to death by the revolutionary tribunal, exe- cuted by shooting in the basement but an hour before. From this fitting welcome we passed on to the anteroom of a revolutionary sec- retary of war. It had been the office of some city functionary but a week before. It was furnished with the latest office appliances. A set of really distinguished sketches portraying the great Essen steel works looked down on a scene of pictur- esque confusion. As in the workingmen’s headquarters at Diisseldorf, the remains of breakfasts lay everywhere on the floor and tables. There was a washstand in the corner. Towels had apparently given out. A pile of soggy, soppy newspapers, which had been used for towels, lay on the floor, putting forth small rivulets. Scenes at Headquarters At a table presided the secretary of war’s secretary. He was a tall, lean youth, appearing rather like a clerk than a work- ingman. He wore a dickey, a garment resur- rected to use in Germany since the cotton shortage. With the violence of his labors its lower edge had popped out over his waistcoat. Across that waistcoat ran a cartridge belt, full; from beneath his coat stuck the butt of an automatic pistol. I glanced at his assistants, working over papers at a side table. All of them were similarly accoutered. For the rest, the room was uncomfortably packed with revo- lutionary soldiers, with plain citizens in working clothes, half of them talking in loud, explosive German, half of them trying to attract the attention of the secretary's secretary. The soldiers had no equipment in com- mon except the red armlet, the Mauser rifle and the full bandoleer. Half of them wore old German Army blouses and caps, all shoulder straps and insignia carefully cut away. Some had even mustered a full uniform. The rest had worn to war simply the worst they had. And the worst, in the present state of German clothing, looks like the garments of a stage tramp. Two big slouching fellows, with complexions of the indescribable Slavic blond, wore black slouch hats which I recognized as a type I had seen on Austrian prisoners at the Italian Front. These were Slovaks. An- other wore a Russian blouse and cap. Suddenly I was aware of a commotion at the door and a big, loose-jointed man with a grim, hard and yet boyish face pushed into the room. He wore full uniform, with the peaked cap of an old noncommissioned officer. Under its band was stuck a bunch of fresh apple blossoms. Behind him strode three others, all armed to the teeth, all looking dangerou He pushed his way to the desk, his followers behind him. The Ralph Hayes of the Ruhr republic was at that moment talking over the telephone, Jabble stopped—evidently something was going to happen. That perfect interpreter, the Herr Professor, sidled up and began translating into my ear. “That verdammt scoundrel, the general, has refused to sign this requisition,”’ said the newcomer. “I want it signed. It i for necessities for my company.” The secretary’s secretary excused him- self to the telephone, put his hand over the transmitter and glanced down at the docu- ment which the big fellow had shoved under his nose. “‘Nein!”’ he said shortly, and took his hand off the transmitter. “You won't?” burst out the big fellow. At that moment my attention was at- tracted by a low animal growl behind me. The three followers were rolling their eyes and behaving as I thought men never be- haved outside of the movies. All the face registered hate. The nearest—a dark, Slavic-looking man—was_ showing his teeth. He lifted his rifle; he made play of working the lever; he swung it in circles which crossed and recrossed my nervous chest; and he growled. “My company took Friedri roared the big fellow. “I wish I here! They would tear up this Low growls rose again from his rear. “Nein,” replied the secretary calmly. “You refuse?” roared the big fellow. “Ja!” said the secretary, and resumed his conversation over the telephone. By now everyone in the room was taking one side or the other. More guns swung their muzzles in circles. It occurred to me that I had never seen such wholesale, car less, offhand manipulation of loaded har ware outside of a Western movie film. T big fellow, however, resolved the crisis him- self. “Come, comrades,” he said, “‘we will yo and see whether we can get justice from the army.” He and his armed following clanked away down the corridor. Presently the secretary’s secretary got a breathing spell and ushered us into the inner sanctum, where ruled those members of the commit- tee of action de signated to the posts of secretary of war and assistant secretary. We were in a little cubby-hole of a room. As usual, remains of morning coffee on the floor; wet newspapers under the wash- stand; littered confusion. For the rest there were a roll-top desk, half a dozen chairs and munitions—munitions every- where; in two corners stocks of rifles, new and old; on the pegs of the hatracks five or six swords, three or four pistols in hol- sters; on the floor boxes of cartridges; spilling over them, loose clips of cartridges for rifles, belts of them for machine guns; in another corner heaps of grenades, both potato-masher and lemon. One felt un- easy about smoking, but everyone was smoking nevertheless. At the telephone, carrying on an em- phatic conversation, stood Paul Geld- macher, the assistant secretary of war. He was tall; he had a grave, lined, smooth- shaven face and mouse-colored hair. He wore a white collar and cravat, but I felt that I placed him as a foreman perhap some position in life where he both worke d and managed men. Arthur Eckhard, the secretary of war, entering a moment later to rummage among the papers piled high or his desk, was distinctly of the intellectual type. A soldier slouched in—a lit man with a drooping mustache and very knock-kneed, clad in putties. He was smoking a cigarette; his hands were in his trousers pockets; his gun was slung over his shoulder by its strap. He addressed the secretary of war in the familiar du instead of the formal sie. That custom I found uni- versal. The revolution had abolished sie. hsfelde!"”’ id them lace!’ ¢ Routine Business “Comrade,” said the soldier, removing his cigarette for a long inhalation, “we've rot some corpses down below that we don’t know what to do with. Can you sign me ar order? “Tell my secretary to sign a burial or- der,” said the secre ary Ol War, never lOoOK- ing up from his paper Over in the corner a Litt had been standing apart ever since we entered. She wore a long gray coat, quite I from an arm over- coat, and = man’s cap. Her , toil-worn. I had alre: that her eyes were red, her upper lip swollen, ng, though her face , . RY : nem onal, NOW she ap- ie Gumpy woman evidently made ove | +t Knotted as with too much wee] looked stolid, proached the assistant se retary, who had for the moment put down the telephone “Mein Herr, if you please,”’ she began. But a soldier, bursting through the « in the manner which these re tionaries have, claimed attentior “Comrade,” said he, “the delegat from that want “Well morning?” snapped the secretary o “Tell them if they'll wait an hour they'll ee the money s brigade is outside and says ay al once vat have I been doing y a! The soldier retired and the dumpy little woman took advantage of the pause to address the secretary of war himself “Mein Herr, please,” she said in a per- fectly even tone, ‘“‘my husband bod please. He was killed yesterday by Wes« A comrade came to tell mé. He lic it-of- doors in a wood. I want to go to Wesel for his body plea Pha The secretary of war answered in ner pe rfectly busine like, thoug! kindly, Comrade, we do not allow bodies of the dead to lie out. Doubtk our stretcher bearers picked it up last night A hospital train will come in from Wesel at noon with wounded and dead. Here’’—he banged a rubber stamp on a typewritten form—‘ a pass to the station.” She took the slip dumb! folde passed out, still lia Another delegat had b thro i the door. My attention f ised itself on a little man who had sidled in among them He wore rough working clothes, the trou- sers tucked into a pair of cavalry boot Over all was a faded army overcoat and on his head a slouch hat of the Austrian Army cocked raki hly at one sic He had a dar} complexion, a short, hool } dead, set black ¢ ye. I looked up. From the hatrack just above me hur Na ym word Paying no more attention to me than a though I were a piece of furniture, he took down three swords, chose the one with the most fancy guard, tried to fix it on his belt. The Herr Professor, who sat at my side rapidly translating conversations into n ear, addressed He paid n piece of tr ! n ! sword to his belt. Up stepped just then to him some genial remarl ntion whatever, but drew a oO atte i from } ng ng a German whom we had placed as a kind of general assistant about the office He picked up a gun an load ! “Here, Otto,”’ if you're going to be ive more use for them t “But I wore a iat Army,” said Otto. “Look here!”’ He pro duced a photograph from his inside pocket The Red Legislature Just then the German was called away by a sharp order from the secretary of v Seeing that we looked interested, Ott sented him standing in full Austrian u form with his left hand re¢ g lly ona e enough he e a big graph away, for the Gert functiona who had given him the rifle was in « conference with the secretary of w r moment seemed propitiou D p y if ealed ‘ tand ! 1 } ed } « ‘ f , a " 1 re ‘ ‘ ( wht jor. From without cat f ‘ lict. The PUSE he a eturned Ca ng the fr ‘ abbard dangied at é ( a The ecretal ‘ é ] tte i passe 1 moment late Ie ‘ the ( hicago journa ip] go to the fro! ! lere which suited erfect The da eemed »be atu t the whole affair, fi e ge | after several d f ad gail been ! ‘ 1 ‘ yn We ‘ t} ‘ Essen, now fille irif geneous, ner t People Pa ( N f oute door to the ‘ ‘ ' legislature wa \\ proceeded to the world importance of the we represented and asked to be We expected refusal as a matter this was only a first diplomat n toward getting someone to come out the news. The doorkeeper went insid \ moment later, and to ir great rprise, he came back demanding our crede Continued on Page 148

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Miss Case stood be the New kdison and sang iT, sl THE SATURDAY EVENING JAMES MONTGOMERY FLAGG The NEW EDISON “The describes triumph of Edison’s new phono- graph on March 10th before a distinguished New York audience that packed Carnegie Hall. Re-Crearev voice substituted for liv- ing voice—in darkness—and no one detected the substitution. See New York papers of March IIth: “Times”, ““Sun and New York Herald”, “Morning Telegraph”, “Evening Mail”’, “Evening Sun”, “Globe” and “Evening Telegram”’. Phonograph with a Soul” June 19,1920 lhen the lights went out. Case's voice continued. HE recital was at Carnegie Hall this afternoon—the Edison Com- pany asked me to go to it and report, in my own way, just what happened —I did. There was a big bunch of New Yorkers there — A pleasant gentleman in an Ascot tie introduced the phonograph, which stood unemctionally in the center of the stage through the ordeal, without a suspicion of self-consciousness. Then Miss Case. She draped her beautiful self in an almost affectionate posture against the phonograph. One of her own song recordings was put on the instrument, and they, Miss Case and the phonograph, sang together. Then she would stop and her other self would continue—then together again— I looked away and then back again—

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it puzzled me to determine which was at the bat! She sang a charming duet with herself, too—one of them doing the alto business—I couldn’t say which. Then the tallest pianist in the civi- lized world, sometimes called Victor Young, played a charming thing, ac- companied by himself via the phono- graph —lifting his fingers away from 1 could SEE couldn’ t the keys now and again. him stop playing, but I HEAR him stop—the recording was exact. It was remarkable. Most piano selections on a reproducing in- strument sound like Mamie Hooligan beating the old family box, if you re- call the ones you’ve suffered through. SO Then the big stunt of the recital — the dark scene. Miss Case began singing with the phonograph. At a certain stanza the house was suddenly suddente —the lights flashed on again. This is the scene that greeted the audi- ence. Case's voice was coming from the New Edison—but Case was not there. darkened. The song went on. I was shooting my ears out like periscopes to detect the second when she would stop and leave the stage. I was sure I got it! But she seemed to be back again! Then I knew I was being completely deceived. The flood of light came on again — but no Anna! Only the self-possessed and urbane phonograph standing there singing away. It might have been the singer herself—only it wasn’t so good looking ! It was quite wonderful and the audi- ence applauded and laughed. Two girls behind me said ‘‘Goo-gracious”’ It was both charming and astonishing. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST LC Gone Statement by A. L. Walsh, Director of Recitals for the Edison Laboratories: “The instrument used at Carnegie Hall, New York City, on March 10th, 1920, is an exact duplicate of the original Official Lab- Model, in developing which Mr. I:dison spent more than three million dollars oratory for research work. Every I:dison dealer in the United States and C his possession an exact duplicate of the in- anada now has in strument used at Carnegie Hall, New York, —and will guarantee it, without quibble « question, to be capable of sustaining precisely at Co the same tests as those made arne gic Hall on March 10th, 1920.” ***** If you do not know the name of the Edison dealer in your locality, write us and we shall be glad to send you his name and address “Edison and Music” Orange, N. J ‘I homas and a copy of \. Edison, Inc.,

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New York Chicago Scoflis Towels San Francisco Scot Tissue Products for Personal Hygiene Ss a "They (Continued from Page 145) When he returned with them, “ You may come in,”” he said. Before I took in the scene I was aware of a man looking toward us from the platform and making oration. “Comrades,”’ the Herr Professor rapidly translated in my ear, “three American journalists representing important publica- tions have asked permission to report this meeting. We wish America to know our cause. I have admitted them. Is there any objection es No one spoke. We seated ourselves. We were in a big vaulted basement as- | sembly room decorated in brown and gold. Before us sat a hundred and fifty men with or two women. They looked for the most part what they were—laboring men in their best clothes. There was a sprin- kling of men rather better dressed, as though they were walking delegates. I had attended a meeting of the San Francisco Labor Council the spring before and it struck me then that externally there was little apparent difference. Herr Epstein presided. He had a thin, prominent hook nose, a shock of curly black hair, bright black eyes; he wore a flowing bow tie. He looked exactly like a stage version of the East-Side poet. He is, in fact, a Socialist editor. Beside him on the platform sat three other men—two rather roughly dressed; the other, with his black frock coat, his correct collar and cravat, looking out of place. The secretary read a resolution, sub- mitted by the Central Committee, which made us sit up and gasp. The Bielefeld agreement had seemed to us enough for any government not gone entirely Bolshevik to swallow. But this a neutral zone of twenty-five kilometers was to be drawn between the red army and the Reichswehr. The insurgents were to be allowed to return home with all their arms and to keep them as a guaranty that the Bielefeld agreement should be carried out, In short, rebels against the existing Ger- man Government were to be completely forgiven and to retain their arms in order to do it again whenever they wished! Sen- tence by sentence, the secretary read off this resolution, while his audience, with Germanic method, copied it down for ref- erence during the debate. one Some Lively Speeches The three men on the platform turned out to be visitors from Berlin, headmen in the Social Democrats, the Independent Socialists and the Communists. The Social Democrat opened the debate and we began to perceive another odd thing. He was arguing for acceptance of the Bielefeld terms, with this amendment — and he made it perfectly plain that he must needs argue against others who wanted even more ex- treme.terms! The same thing happened when the Independent Socialist spoke. Their speeches droned on for more than an hour, with only an occasional angry in terruption. One o'clock passed; the audi- ence got out black-bread sandwiches from their pockets, began to cut them with clasp knives, to divide them round and to eat. A careless usher banged a door in the far end of the hall. I could see the audience before me give convulsive jump, as though the floor had been momentarily lifted and lowered. There was a queer ten- sion about the whole affair. Now the audience stopped eating, black- bread sandwiches poised in air halfway to hungry mouths. For the man in the frock coat was on his feet. He was tall; his long, narrow head was close-cropped. He had an aquiline, rather powerful Jewish head, with a pair of deep-set, burning eyes. This was Doctor Levy, leader of the Communists, the Lenine of Germany. He was just out of jail, where he had been suffering political imprisonment. He an orator of real power. Poor as my German is, I felt that I should have understood him without the Herr Professer’s running translation, so expressive were his gestures and intona- tions. He had not spoken two minutes before I realized that the jig was up for the Ruhr republic. The Independent Socialists and the labor unions in the rest of Germany, he said, had refused to declare a general strike in sympathy with the Ruhr. Why should they? On these terms the Ruhr workers had won a victory. Moreover, to declare a general strike on top of the one which throttled Kapp was like trying to one is | light dead ashes. June 19,1920 “Rest on your victory,” said Levy. “Take home your arms and gather strength for the next struggle!” He carried his audience with him; the scathing shouts of disapproval were drowned out in roars of applause. As he sat down a slight young man in a simple, neat gray uniform sprang to the platform. He was not more than thirty years old; he had the firm, square- shouldered carriage of an old noncommis- sioned officer. His face was blond, regular, rather agreeable; but he, too, had the deep- set, burning eyes of fanaticism. This was “General” Leitner. Now all the way through you kept learn- ing conflicting reports as to who really led the red army. Sometimes Fixe was named, sometimes Rowenseipen, sometimes this Leitner. All these were noncommissioned officers in the Great War—no man who ever held a commission was ever allowed to com- mand in the red army. Asa matter of fact, [ suspect that the real command lay much further back. This Leitner had been forg- ing rapidly to the front in the past few days. A painter and paper hanger by trade, he was a leader of the irreconcilables and had been sent by vote of the soldiers to represent them before the general com- mittee. The Legislature’s Swan Song He hurled himself against Levy’s argu- ment, doubling up his trim, boyish figure and shooting his words into the faces of the audience. First he wished to report on the military situation. It was good—very good. The lines held about Wesel. Two days before a subordinate, ‘‘who thought he knew more about military matters than I do,” said Leitner, had made a rash at- tack, bending their line perilously into the shape of a letter S, threatening their center with annihilation. But he, Leitner, had ordered an attack which straightened the line; further, he had restored discipline. Now the railroad lines and main highways between Miinster and Wesel were all held by the red army. This morning they had attacked Wesel again from along the river. They had failed, he said, only because the Belgians had fired upon them. Leitner went very lightly on this alleged Belgian breach of neutrality, but his audi- ence roared disapproval, and I, with my guilty consciousness of having just come from the Reichswehr front, felt myself shrinking into my chair. Well we know, the wire hound, the Herr Professor and I, under what provocation of shells and bul lets from the insurgents the Belgians had fired. Had we not ourselves, while on Bel gian territory, run like rabbits with insur gent riflemen sniping at us? Colonel Préaux, of the Belgian Army, had told us, his eyes flashing, that the next time it hap- pened he was going to take a hand. Then Leitner lashed into the present sit uation. Had he been in the Central Com mittee when that resolution was drawn up it would have been killed right there, he said The red army must go on to the bitter end And here the audience began roaring like a den of lions. Explosive ‘nein and “jas”’ punetuated the roars. ‘Kleiner Lude ndorff! 2 yelled someone from the edge of the crowd. Others took it up in solo and in chorus. ** Kleiner dorff!”’ Red in the face, Leitner bawled back: “I can argue this question with level-headed men, but not with woodenheads!”’ The crowd parted to let through the frock-coated figure of Doctor Levy, the firebrand. He leaped onto the platform, de manding if this man intended to set up a military dictatorship like Kapp. Leitner, when the chairman had restored comparative quiet, asked who this Ber liner was that tried to dictate to the Ruhr Between roars of the crowd, which always sided with Levy, they had it out, back and forth. Levy and the crowd together si lenced all the ‘“‘general’s”’ guns. The resolution was passed almost unan- imously and after considerable stormy debate another to the effect that the mill- tary forces of the Ruhr republic should always be under direction of the civilian powers. A little scattering business, in- cluding a law that prohibition should be enforced in the Ruhr—prohibition in Ger- many does not include beer—and the red legislature adjourned sine die. I believe this was its swan song—the last meeting it ever held. (Continued on Page 151) Lude ndorff! Kleiner Luden-

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( | 4 { { Ee — (Continued from Page 148) Later in the day I saw at the Kaiserhof the British, American and French journal- ists who had been at Essen all through, cer- tain government investigators and two figures in international socialism who had come up to see the show. These last were privileged at any moment to enter that gilded salon where the Central Committee held its continuous, troubled sessions. And what had puzzled us in the attitude of Leit- ner became clear at once, as did the pre- vailing air of anxiety. The army didn’t want to quit, because it had not the slightest faith in the promise of amnesty. Half the men out there in the ring about Wesel had served all through the war under Prussian officers of the kind — commanding the Reichswehr. They had seen what happened in Belgium and North- ern France—they knew their men! They were certain, down in their bones, that if they laid down arms and went home the Reichswehr would initiate the white terror. Leitner believed he was fighting for his life and—to do him credit—also for the lives of his men. They preferred to die in arms rather than against a wall. Then there was the extreme Communist nucleus. Fanatical enthusiasts, they were rather hoping for martyrdom. One inves- tigator told me that he sat with a group of this element at the front, listening to their speculations on how long they had to live and just how their deaths would profit the movement. The secretary of war, inter- viewed that night, remarked that he had eighteen shots in his two automatic pis- tols—seventeen for whoever tried to get him, one for himself. To complicate all this, atrocity rumors began to fly. Just as a Reichswehr deserter whom I met opposite Wesel told me that the reds tossed their prisoners in the air and burned them in petrol, so one red soldier, then innumerable red soldiers, informed me that the Reichswehr was cutting off the breasts of the red nurses. They offered to show me hospitals where nurses so muti- lated lay under medical care. This had a familiar ring. Wild German atrocity ru- mor all through the war carried this par- ticular story, just as our own horror mongers told how the Germans were cutting off children’s hands. They did show me one or two ghastly photographs of dead red army soldiers shamefully mutilated, though this may possibly have been the work of shells. Toward night a story spread which, I found later, had better foundation. Learn- ing that the red army had no gas masks, the Reichswehr took a certain wood by as- saulting it with gas grenades. Fifty red infantrymen were dying in five minutes. This story was retailed with bated breath in E ' “Think of it!” they said. gas on Germans!” >) **Germans use An Army on Union Rules Nor was this strange perversion of logic on the part of the people who introduced poison gas confined to the red army. Later I told this story to a Cologne hotel keeper of reactionary principles, who in a general way sympathized with the Reichswehr. He said exactly the same thing—‘‘Germans use gas on Germans!” From these same observers, running back and forth between Essen and the ring round Wesel, there came quaint, unusual pic- tures of the red army in action. Every radical working girl in the district, it seemed to some, had put on a red brassard and such imitation of a nurse’s veil as she could find and gone out to succor the wounded. In places it looked as though there was a nurse to every soldier. S« , too, older women performed the functions of camp cooks and laundresses. rhe army was run on union labor rule 3. One difficulty of the officers was in getting the men to stay or ‘the job of nights. Once a company was told off to guard a road. As night eame on a hundred and fifty of them went home to their wives, returning when he factory whistles blew next morning. In places they fought with the sheerest valor, charging into machine guns without even the poor protection of helmets. In other encounters they developed unaccountable panics. One of the reporters made his way toward the front in an automobile which he had E He was+caught A group of red managed to hire at in the rush of a retre oldiers mavenstied him. “You have no business with an auto- mobile,” they said, ‘‘when hundreds of THE SATURDAY wounded are lying over there across the hill. Hand it over! We have no ambu- lances.” The panic ceased; the officers began to rally the soldiers. Presently the automo- bile returned. It contained only one wounded soldier and a slightly wounded nurse—all the casualties (here were. As I have recorded elsewhere, the raw recruits of the Reichswehr in Wesel devel- oped at times the same tendency to run away from their own shadows. Now, ac- cording to some, the insurgent army was tending to melt away. Visitors to brigade or battalion headquarters reported seeing soldiers hand in their guns and bandoleers. “‘T have fought for ten days,”’ they would say; “I have done enough. It is time I went back to my job.” Those who resigned in this fashion be- longed almost always to the more moderate elements—usually the Social Democrats If toward the end the character of the revo lution grew continually more extremist, if from the workingmen’s army it became the red army, it was because the white and pink elements fell away, leaving the blood red alone in the field. A Stormy Session The organization at Essen was just as unusual, just.as tragically entert: uining. The policy of the leaders, up to a certain moment, was to keep the industrial life of the district going. They pulled certain factories from which they wanted recruits, but these were comparatively few in the aggregate. Industrial men of Essen with whom I talked confirmed the red state- ment that not a mine had been forced to shut down and that the Ruhr had pro- duced since the revolution more than eighty per cent of its 1920 normal. The men of the red army were paid from their union treasuries at strike-benefit rates. This money was regularly deposited and drawn at the bourgeois Essen banks. The union funds giving out after the first week, the Central Committee demanded that the employers give all men gone with the red army half or three-quarters of their regular pay. The employers, most of whom sympathized with the Reichswehr, came through with what grace they might—they had to. Except at Duisburg—the reddest city of all, as Diisseldorf was the mildest the banks had not been touched. In Duis- burg the revolutionaries made a regular levy for support of their army on all finan- cial institutions. Except for this, there had been virtually no looting—a fact which I give on the testimony of all observers. So far only one attempt at disorder had oc- curred in Essen. The wreckage of that attempt I saw in coffins before the secre- tary of war’s door. However, when the red army finally broke up and its remaining units ran to cover there was some looting and perhaps some other offenses of a more serious kind. The insurgents had at once comman- deered all automobiles. The best of them they took for staff cars ‘and messe nger serv- ice, returning the poorer. Upon the own- ers complaining that their cars would be ruined, the reds replied that the owners had the privilege of sending along their own chauffeurs to drive them. And this very generally was done—the owners paying the salaries of the chauffeurs! That Palm Sunday evening the atmos- phere about the Kaiserhof thickened some- how; things of importance were afoot. The Central Committee seemed to be in stormy, all-night session. Delegations from the front, all stained with mud and armed to the teeth, threw themselves out of fast automobiles at the door, to stride with an aggressive air into the meeting. ‘“‘Gen- eral” Leitner arrived. I noticed then, and I noticed whenever I saw him afterward, that his hand was always on the butt of the automatic at his belt. Trying to sleep that night, I lay listening to the regular rifle shots by which the red sentries signaled “all's well,’ and made of it nothing whatever. One thing looked sig nificant: As if specially inspired, everyone about red headquarters had begun talking about the possibility that the extremists, if the Reichswehr came on, would destroy the mines—those mines from which alone Ger- many can pay her debt of coal to France From conjecture and rumor the reds passed to threats. One who knows the Ruhr very well called me aside and whispered that thi was only bluff. The Ruhr miner, he said, was not merely a revolutionist. 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Concluded from Page 151 n with affection for ot fool enough velihood, | time. Now a moment when r of War, was atory me te le- irgents KIN j d for re sent solely vosed our all arms I After that inhabi- und in were to treated accordingly. known , made it “with a r with the yon W otter meant decided that two cards. Next morn- if them a German, erhof to Cologne, There, know for a certainty, they put it ly up to the Allies. The revolting t of the Ruhr is in the fifty-kilometer one. The Allies had reserved the vade that zone whenever Ger- hould treaty. In the rey lar troops in excess of the illowance. Would not the Allies and hold the bag—stand between ntil the insurgents dispersed er? Otherwise the dynamite ng among the extremists could vented from doing their work; anarchy Allie seem to have but noneommittal attention, that they could nct move at of Tuesday, the moment set for wehr advance, was only twenty- 1 urs away. The workingmen’s gov- nent of the Ruhr played its last card. It declared a general strike in the district, beginning Tuesday morning. ommiutte¢ t wo mer one not tfromthe Ka violate the listened with It was once, A Super-Sunday in Essen ver experienced a real gen- United States; the phe growing all common in t is perhaps impossible to convey how it a kind of arti- Sunday; how still everything That morning before daybreak of the red guard surrounded the other great fac- of workmen coming too the occasion settles a paralysis idden!| cial uper become letachment the Krupp works ane tories. The stream with their dinner pails all turned back Our hotel served no meals in times. We found a bakery managed coffee very soggy cake proprietor pulled from being che ap strange lunch open without sugar and instead of bread down the shutter een, hurried u ished ar d before we was putting up his er the do r The Kettwiger Strasse this metropolis of steel crowded People drifted aimlessly but nervously north and south; the bourgeoisie to be all out. You identified this not so much by their clothing as ch they were refusing The city noises stilled and there sation, so that the tread of thousands of feet only sound you heard horn tooted far down the itner’s car, carry- " himself, rolled along pavement As he ap- proaches se itting noncha- | intly, s right elbow cocked up carelessly the back cushion. As came level these room to get ome The to prevent us out as soon as we were fin- had turned the corner protective iron lattice Broadway to was already eemed element by the manner in wl en to see the red soldiers pt ip St sp d hoofs were wus but little conver compo te eemed to be the An aut treet and mobile “General”’ Le ing the “gene! il the deserted center eal d to be THE SATURDAY I could see that his hand was on the automatic at his belt. ted soldiers marched in groups here and there; red soldiers just from the front, looking altogether more dangerous than the mere policemen of the street corners. They strode along toward the common fo- cus of city hall. But here for the first time a cordon of guards backed by machine guns cut off all approaches to the square. These soldier delegations stopped, clamored and held impromptu soviets outside the cor- don. They wanted, it appeared, nothing more important than their pay. The Ruhr republic was breaking down and its finances were breaking first of all. When we returned to the Kaiserhof, the only place in Essen which seemed to be open for business, we found that a delega- tion of soldiers had just entered the lobby and, after threatening to beat in the door of the salon with gun butts, had invaded the meeting of the Central Committee. We met them emerging; they were led by a tall, handsome brigand dressed in an Austrian slouch hat and a Russian blouse. In his hat he wore a bunch of fresh May blos- soms. “Did you get what you went after, com- rade?”’ asked the sentry at the door. “You're dead right we did!” he re- sponded—or its German equivalent. with me The Wire Hound in Distress Things somehow seemed to be growing more and more nervous. The wire hound visited the telegraph office to file a dis- yatch. It was refused. Up to now the reds t ad exercised only a nominal censorship, though the transmission of telegrams was uncertain owing to the demands on the wire. The manager of the telegraph bu- reau made it plain that he, a government official, was not on strike. But the reds had insisted on censoring all dispatches and if they wanted to play on those terms they could put in their own manager! This was serious for the wire hound, whose job con- sists in getting the facts to America red hot and in advance of hated competitors. A strategist of the news, he formed his plan at once. The telephone was still open. He would employ some German newspaper man as local correspondent and take up his station at Diisseldorf beside an open wire to Paris. Moderate Diisseldorf, we already knew, was refusing to enter the general strike, otherwise universal in the Ruhr. Our search led us to a certain Herr Doktor, highly recommended, who worked for the conservative newspaper—a young man with the carriage of an officer and over face and scalp the most elaborate pat- tern of sword slashes that I ever saw. While they bargained and planned I looked idly through the window into the counting- room. Suddenly heavy martial steps sounded on the staircase. Into the count- ingroom burst five armed men. Their of- ficer, a little popeyed lad probably not more than seventeen years old, held before him an automatic pistol. He was crouching and advancing with cat steps like Kit Car- son on the trail or Old Sleuth. I almost envied him. He was living the melodrama which most boys of his age merely imag- ine. The clerks glanced up and resumed their counting. A woman at the desk shrank slightly, then resumed paying her subscription. The Herr Doktor of the crisscrossed countenance looked inside and answered my glance of inquiry with: ‘“‘Oh, they’re just searching us for conc e ~ale darms. They do that nearly every day. Then as we emerged we heard what was like a small riot. A knot of soldiers was scuffling with someone; from the center of the struggle rose feminine squalls of rage. Itall resolved itself intoa news woman fighting valiantly for of her papers, which the soldiers were tearing away. They succeeded and, suckirg a bruised wrist, she hurled at them language possession EVENING POST which would have done credit to an army- mule driver. It appeared that the organ of the trades-unions had printed news that the general strike order was not obeyed at Dortmund. That town had belatedly or- dered the strike just after the paper went to press, whereupon the Committee of Ac- tion had ordered the edition suppressed. That was the ostensible reason at least; the real one was an editorial denouncing the Little Ludendorffs who were keeping up the fight at the front. Once more on the Kettwiger Strasse I noted a phenomenon significant to the ex- —— eye. The crowd was drifting no onger; it was gathering, congealing into groups. That always seems to happen in moments of impending danger, as though all men were looking for close human com- fort. I saw it in Louvain when the Germans entered, in Venice when news came that the Carso line was broken, in Cologne when the first information of the Kapp revolu- tion appeared on the bulletin boards. We reached the Kaiserhof. Usually the square before it held curious persons, keep- ing respectful distances from the sentries. Jow it was swept bare. And here we found that twin rumors were running through the | town. It was nearly eleven o'clock. The Von Wotter ultimatum expired at twelve and everyone knew that the red army of the front was not going to quit. Now half the citizens of Essen were saying that just at twelve Reichswehr artillery was going to open on the city and especially on the Kaiserhof. I knew this to be inherently impossible, The lines were forty kilome- ters away. The other rumor was equally definite and even more dreadful. It held that the massacre of the bourgeoisie by the reds was set to begin at noon. That, I knew by all my observations and intuitions, was equally improbable. Yet mob instinct gets us all. I was to a that morning why a timid man will varge like a hero against machine guns. Quite certain though I was that these an- ticipations were ridiculous, I found it im- possible during the next long hour to con- trol an occasional catch of the breath. At a quarter past eleven I went for a look at the Kettwiger Strasse, two blocks away. The crowd was slimmer; children had dis- appeared. At half past I looked again. Now the women were gone and from all sides resounded banging shutters. A quar- ter to twelve and the red-army soldiers, moving stolidly about army business, were alone visible. I the remaining quarter of an hour in front of the hotel. passed And Nothing Happened The manager had ordered the steel- latticed gate closed all but a crack. Before it he took his station, chewing a strand of his upturned Kaiserish mustache which had drooped away from its neighboring strands. Beside him stood his two clerks. At inter- vals they took a deep breath. Half a dozen American and British journalists waited with them. As the minutes wore on we found it imp»ssible to talk. We just stood smoking cigarettes end to end, glancing every few seconds at our watches. Out of such a silence as I have never heard at noon in a great city came the deep clang of a bell. It was the clock in the old Miinster on the first stroke of twelve. It finished. A minute or two more we waited. No scream of a shell, no roar of a mob, no rifle shots. Suddenly the proprietor gave a short, hard Prussian laugh; he turned and threw back with a bang the sliding steel gates. The noise seemed to waken us as from an enchantment. We laughed with him. Presently I went out to look at the KettwigerStrasse. People—evenchildren— were beginning to drift in from the side streets. Shutters were banging again—this time going up. By one o'clock the thorough- fare was once more crowded. Certain bold tobacconists were even opening their doors for customers and I noticed that for the June 19,1920 first time since early morning the crowds were talking. But guns had opened fire sharp at noon— on the front, forty kilometers away. The Reichswehr, reénforced, equipped, ready, was bombarding those parts of the line where the irreconcilables still held out; was beginning its slow, methodical ad- vance. Much of the inside to this strange episode is still hidden. Few know—and they are not telling—the history of that Von Wotter ultimatum. Was the govern- ment, while seeming to negotiate, treach- erously playing for time? Or did Von Wotter, now reénforced by part of the Baltic troops who assisted the Kapp up- rising, take things into his own hands? I in- cline to the latter theory. For it is certain now, ten days later, that in this concen- tration of officers and adventurer soldiers the Germai. Republic, hope of stability in Europe, faces the danger of a new roy- alist revolution. Lessons of Democracy At first the whole affair gave me a bewil- dered impression of the curiosities in the German mind. I find myself able to under- stand a British or French, an Italian or even a Spanish political row. But this seemed to manifest somehow a psychology entirely alien. In my youth I have seen half-wild range cattle suddenly begin mill- ing and stampeding for no reason that any human could understand. “They just do it—that’s all,” cowboy Ss. So at times during the Ruhr upheaval did I feel about the Germans. But in that Palm Sunday meeting of the general Ruhr committee I got a sudden illumination. Herbert Hoover, talking on the political affairs of this worl i, said once: ‘‘ The reason why the Western democracies have suc- ceeded is that individuals have learned by experience to yield to the will of the ma- jority. If you are a prohibitionist and the district goes wet, you don’t take a gun and go out to enforce prohibition on your own account. You accept the will of the ma- jority and try to change it by persuasion. That’s the reason for the constant revolu- tions, the political instability, in Central America—they haven't yet learned that principle. The spirit of yielding to the will of the majority, plus free discussion for the minority—it is all a democracy needs.’ The German, so advanced and sophisti- cated in science and abstract philosophies, appears to be a whole stage behind the rest of us in political development. The neces- sary principle, which the Anglo-Saxon learned in the five centuries after Magna Charta, which the Gaul learned in two flashes of history during the French Re »vO- lution and the Napoleonic dictatorship, is only an airy working theory to the Ger- man—it does not live in his instincts. Three times in a month a German mi- nority had refused to accept the verdict. First Kapp from the Right; a week later the Ruhr workingmen from the Left; lastly the Reichswehr from the Right. I was see- ing in the Ruhr the birth pains of German democracy, learning its lesson, feeling its way. This proof of political undevelopment does not look promising for Germany. One other symptom seemed more promising, both for Germany and for all Europe. It was always plain to me that the confused Ruhr rebellion was less a social revolution than an uprising against militarism in its old German form. Without cannon fodder in plenty this system cannot exist. Now the humble people of the Ruhr showed plainly that the cannon fodder will be fed to the cannon no more. The men who must make the rank and file of Gorman armies seeking a place in the sun are sick to the heart of the goose step and the sharp edge of the sword, of officers who push civilians off the streets, of drill sergeants who enforce discipline with a beit buckle or a heavy boot. said the

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 19,1920 ‘Makes lar ork EASY Mechanics everywhere are talking about the Plumb Ball Pein Hammer. In daily service in countless shops thousands of these hammers are showing their superiority. This hammer was made for mechanics by mechanics. To perfect the design of this hammer, from the standpoint of the user, we sent models to mechanics in railroad and machine shops—in locomotive works—everywhere that hammers could be tested in the most exacting way. Machinists’ Suggestions When we began to hear from them, we got some wonderful ideas—one suggested the “off centre’’ head with the weight in a chunk right back of the broad striking face —to give accuracy and force to the blow. Another pointed out, the ball should be cone shaped to spread a rivet and not mash it. A third suggested an oblong “eye”’ to enable a wider and stronger handle A fourth made it plain that a longer eye would give greater “ purchase’’ and would strengthen the tool at its weakest point, viz. the ‘“‘eye’’, while a fifth advised the “taper” in the handle away from the thick stock in the eye to give “‘spring’’ to take up the jar and the further comfort grip with “ swell”’ in the end of the handle to make the handle rest naturally and easily in the hand and so make hard work easy. The Design Perfected Our Engineering Department then took charge of all records and findings. Manufacturing processes were developed to points of scientific perfection that in- sured definite materials, identical methods that made mistakes practically impossible. Special analysis steel assured the right hardness and toughness. Heating was ab solutely indicated by pyrometer, and the steel brought exact/y to the right temper ature—no higher and no lower. This is the actual basis for ‘“‘ Double Life’’ quality —these are the solid reasons for every good workman's saying about Plumb tools ‘“‘ They’re worth more.” Plumb tools are distributed throughout the United States and Canada and all principal countries of the world. Get them from your nearest dealer. FAYETTE R. PLUMB, Inc., Philadelphia, U.S. A. Established 1856 Factories, Philadelphia and St. Louis Foreign Branches and Representatives Sydney Wellington Sao Paulo Melbourne Manila Montevideo Brisbane Johannesburg Santiago Buenos Aires New Feature Nail Hammer Extra curve in the claws gives greater leverage. Keen nipper-like edges grip and hold any nail, head or no head. Hand com fort mahoganized handl does not tire nor cramp Handsome, hand-forged, non-rust finish preserves from tarnishing. Price $2.50 » @ mY Prices DOUBLE LIFE 4 Machinist’s Ball Pein Hammer $2.00 Automobilist’s Ball Pein Hammer 1.75 Hammers Hatchets | \ Hatchet 2'50 ~ Sledges and Axes nye

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= eterno ane a _— te THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 157 THE STRING ON THE GERMAN EXODUS (Continued from Page 15) “We have forbidden the stimulation of become an ardent advocate of South Amer emigration by private agents,” said Doctor —e ; ica for the South Americans. The person Jung. “There have been many organiza- who could still wish to move to a land tions in Germany whose object consisted of ; where the country is barren, the climate is obtaining emigrants to South America. ’ very bad and the farms are several days’ For the most part these organizations were journey from the railway stations must fraudulent, and were organized merely to a: f ¥ either be a fugitive from justice or crossed secure money from credulous persons. ‘ in love. Some of the persons at the head of these The professional man and the skilled organizations claimed to have colonies in laborer are assured pointedly that South South America; others claimed that they American republics are only good for some were in a position to assure work to Ger- body else to live in. mans who were willing togo to South Amer- “With scarcely any exceptions,” read ica. The eagerness of the Germans to the instructions to be given to engineer emigrate led them to listen to these people doctors, merchants, business employee and to pay them large amounts of money and skilled workmen, ‘‘Germans in Sout} for which they received no return. We are America strongly advise against emigratior prosecuting many persons who have thus at the present time. There is no chance to obtained money under false pretenses. In tain prosperity Ail through South some cases we have had these false agents America the English, American and South fined heavily and sentenced to long prison American business houses have discharged terms. most of their German employees during the “The new law provides that in the future war. Asa result the few German firms in all information and advice concerning emi- South America are oversupplied with help gration must have the sanction of the Ger- of all sorts. There is also a great deal of man Emigration Bureau. Nothing can be unemployment.” done without consulting this office. No Mexico is branded with curt but potent steamship line can issue any propaganda of words of disapproval. The German Emi any sort concerning any country without gration Bureau orders that prospective our permission. No person can accept emigrants to Mexico be told that “in con- money for advising prospective emigrants. sequence of the revolution which has been We have even forbidden the giving of free going on for almost ten years, the safety of advice concerning emigration without the body and property is so small that, quite permission of this department. Any per- apart from other considerations, Germans son who even gives free advice contrary to are strongly advised to refrain from going the desires of this department will be se- there to settle for a long time.” verely punished. “There are in Germany many private societies and religious societies which exist for the purpose of advising poor people in regard to emigration. We recognize that these societies do a good work. But in the future every one of them must do its work in conjunction with and according to the wishes of this department. If we tell these societies that they must stop advising emi gration to any country they must stop in stantly, or their officers will be fined and imprisoned. The German Emigration Bu reau realizes that it cannot keep the people of Germany from going to any country. But it can discourage them to such an ex tent that all movement to that country will practically cease.”’ The Fruit of the Goldenrod hile, Brazil, Peru, Colombia, Venezuela Bolivia, Uruguay and Paraguay all receive harsh words from the German emigration authorities. The only places not on the black list are the two states of Santa Catharina and Rio Grande do Sul in South Brazil. For many years these two states have had a large German population, and the emigra tion authorities grudgingly admit that a few German farm laborers would probably be helped by the Germans in those two tates— but only a lew All this has given rise to a situation in emigration magazines which has deceived many people. On the cover of an emigra tion magazine may be a beautiful picture The Official Gloom Factory ‘ " = — of, let us say, the town of Razooza in At the German Derby Races. The Latest in Styles Keuador. The priv ny of ture l { The German Emigration Bureau, then, in- verboten. The prospective grant see tends to say where the 5,000,000 Germans the pretty picture and promptly buys the eer are going to emigrate in the next ten magazine. He turns over the leaves, and ‘ars are going to go. Germany knows As a matter of fact, the German . n’t and those who sympathize with the immi- on Page Five he finds the notes on Ecuador hat it’s doing, and people who think that care two wags of a chameleon’s tail wh * grants who wish to retain their national inspired by the emigration bureau it doesn’t are barking up the wrong wire- hans things are detrimental to the emi- culture, “Ecuador,” say the notes in effect, * i less pole, so to speak. grant’s new country. They want them done, The general instructions of the German _ poor place to live in. The sun almost drive General instructions for all advisers of whether they’re detrimental or whether Emigration Bureau are followed up by you crazy, and the flies eat you alive German emigrants, whether of a profes- they aren’t. Doctor Jung was a bit balder specific instructions concerning the argu Disease is rampant and Germans are d sional or amateur sort, have been issued by — in some of his statements. ments which should be delivered to all iked there. There are no job Mimigrant the emigration bureau. A copy of these “Up to the war,”’ said he, “‘amanhadto persons wishing to emigrate to South yoing there will probi ibly starve to death with great fluency instructions fell into my hands. Emigra- live in Germany to be considered a true America. Every South American 1 » the effects of the picture are counter tion, say these instructions, must be dis- German. It is now our purpose to buil lup is given a black eye by these i couraged. a sort of universal state, extending allover’ If it isn’t one thing it’s anothe icted. But it ha id the magazine Nobody must refer carelessly to any the world. Wherever a German shall find person hears all the drawbacks under It has not been difficult for the emigra country as a swell place. himself, he will consider himself in Ger- which South America labors—according to on authorities to check the desire among “Should they in spite of this be desirous —m: wb and he will be as much of aGerman the information di oat by the Germar Germans to emigrate to uth America of emigrating,” continue _ instructions, subject as though he were still within the Emigration Bureau—he wonders how it i When Brazil last winter published in Ge en ane ee are to be given in boundaries of the Fatherland. That is our } ybody can bear to li here man papas it offer to transport 3000 such manner that the rests of the emi- plan.” is the sort of conver ch Germ: to Brazil free of charge the em grants correspond with Ge n interests It is understandable that a country ‘tive German emigrant to the gr viens 1uthorities immediately followed up This statement is pure Prussian. Itsays should be averse to losing her citize1 ne must be treated by official orde the offer with a mass of anti-Brazilian infor in effect that Germans are to be told any Germany, however, realiz I it mean hswanderungsamt mation. Anybody who read it inevital thing in order to get them to go where for immigr ants to enter a co live to- io dai that the Arg ne Gove iped to the conclu n tare Germany wants them to go. The ideas K ‘ther and adhere to the speech and the ment is favorably inclined toward prospe Brazil was even more unde put forward are the ideas of the Prussia _ liv ing ¢ onditions of their former country. tive immigration, German settlers in the fe sentence in a jail which had few moder before the war. The war has had no effect ‘It is to be fe ared,’ * says Doctor Kaindl, Argentine, however, warn Ger i t nvenience As a result ! HD poe on the offices in Wilhelmstrasse. It’s the a German emigration authori y, “that coming there. All of the goo | id taken advantage of t} Te ver same old Prussia behind a putty-colored every German who now emi n eenter of the cou ry wa | ya er id hee pub ed pits { ti mask of Social Democracy. 2 time be replace:’ by an in n i when a decent farm i ) ‘ esire on » part of the Gern “For this purpose,” continue the general German, and thus the di t of » the market it ‘ rbhita ) ew here instructions, “it is desirous of turning their the country at home be st Moreover there is proba i flaw in t Ihe ief reason for all mode emigra thoughts to countries in which their inter Europeans have some horrible examples _ t Chere i l some free vernme e desire f } ng | ests will be furthered economically, socially of the results of immigrants entering a land to be had e extre ! h of t nd more ‘ | " and culturally, and where they can without country, flocking together and preserving country, but the: ate j »yhottherethat come to America because they have beer detriment to their new country show their their own speech and habits. In the case of northern Europeans cannot endure i oppressed in thought or s] loyalty to their mother country by further Hungary, for example, a slice has recently There are tro il forests to be cleared } Luse nebod cultivating the German language and by been amputated from that country because w juires endle hor. Government it Ame ‘ » besme d keeping their German sentiment. Foreco- it was inhabited by German immigrant land can also be rented the ruth A ! ‘ it emu nomic reasons prospective emigrants must who had lived there for a ng time. An- Patag i—but the land is good it ’ en ente yt be directed toward countries where they other slice was cut off because it wa partly j heep breeding. The country i igs won't be messed will remain German customers, and where inhabited by Rumanian immigrants of long b the climate is very bad and the formed on authorit oO they will not be employed in any work standing. America is planning to age we '9 ; are several days’ journey from the therm unimpeachable that which damages German production by icanize the immigrants who come to her ilway stations. The housing and food = grow on bushe ind that gold watches and competition.” shores. If these immigrants eal the arrangements offered to farmers and agri- chains come to full fruition every autumn These instructions are couched in careful ideas which Germany to-day is pumping cultural lal borers are far below the German — on the luxuriant goldenrod plant. If their language. into all would-be immigrants, a problem tar ~ me ds informants do not convey this information “If it can be done without detriment to will one day rise which will cause great After hearing such an arraignment of a in so many words they imply it their new country,” say the instructions. agony of spirit to Americanizers, uplifters country the average German is inclined to Continued on Page 160)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING At the international cup races — T= throngs who will witness the contest for the yachting laurels of the world will be as much a part of that interest- ing event as the race itself—and the marks of distinction will be as apparent among the spectators as among the myriad craft along the course. “ ° & CUSTOM TAILORING outwardly expresses the inherent distinction of distinguished people, and because of the highly developed organization of skilled tailors, and the superior buying power back of it, that quality of tailoring is available to exacting dressers everywhere —at a fair price. Clothes, made to your individual measure- Jy 4 —hy ments, that inspire your friends to inquire eal Me pla Your point of contact is our dealer near you If you don’t know who he 1s, ask us. Ed. V. Price & Co., Market and Van Buren Sts., Chicago

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THE SATURDAY Where every working minute means money, blown fuses cut profit unless electrical circuits are protected by ih aba 4 bree earch NDUSTRIES using elec- trical energy operate most efficiently when de- lays in machine operation are unnecessary while blown fuses are being re- placed. Economy Fuses are used by thousands of industries because they permit of re- newal in minimum time at minimum cost. Where greater efficiency is required a reserve stock of fuses is kept on hand and used in case of blowouts. The blown fuse is then re- stored to duty at leisure by simply inserting a new Economy ‘Drop Out’’ Re- newal Link. Economy Fuses cut annual fuse maintenance costs 80% as compared to the use of “one-time” fuses. The fibre cartridge, the winged washers which lock the fuse, and the threaded end caps which complete the assembly are virtually indestructible and are used over and over again. Economy was the first line using inexpensive bare re- newal links for restoring blown fuses to their original eficiency to be Approved In All Capacities by the Underwriters’ Laboratories. For sale by all leading electrical jobbers and dealers ‘2 Economy Fuse & Mfg. Co. Chicago, U.S. A. omy Fuses are also made in Canada EVENING POST (Continued from Page 157) All over Europe, especially in the dis- tricts which provide large numbers of immi- grants, every American is regarded as a millionaire. The American traveler in such districts senses the keen desire on the part of all the natives to ask him how he made his first million. Such travelers occasion- ally attempt to point out to the natives that if America were, as they firmly be- lieve, a nation composed of nothing but millionaires nobody would care to throw away the precious hours at driving trolley cars or occupying a cage in a bank or policing the streets. But such efforts are always received with incredulous smiles by the natives, who know better. You can’t kid them. All Americans are millionaires. In Italy I ran into a young man who has already achieved an enviable reputation as an archwologist, though he is not yet out of his twenties. He has unearthed entire regi- ments of ancient Roman statues, and by examining the foundations of a residence which has been buried for twenty centuries he can unhesitatingly describe the upper stories of the house, and even estimate the cost of the roof. Unfortunately archeology is not a profession at which one can earn large amounts of money. A highly paid archzologist who wished to live on his salary at the present time would have to hve in a tent and subsist on grass salad. The young Italian archeologist wishes to be married, but archeology will not per- init it. “T shall go to America,”’ said this young man, “and tind work in a great New York banking house; and after three years I will have enough money so that 1 can come back to Italy and be married and devote myself to archeology.” He has the same idea that all foreign- ers—and a great many American college men and do.ing mothers incidentally have in regard to the making of money in banks and business houses. I asked him how much he thought he'd be paid if he ucceeded in getting a position in a New York banking house—which he would be fortunate to do, since the banking business is not in immediate need of expert archzol- ogists. He wasn't sure, but he had a vague notion that he would probably draw down something like $50,000 a year. When I told him that he’d be unusually fortunate to receive fifteen dollars a week he almost swooned., Doctor Jung’s Views At any rate, an emigrant emigrates be- cause of the exciting stories which he hears of wealth in the land to which he is going. He used to get these stories from the agents of steamship lines and woolen mills and uch-like people. Nowadays, generally speaking, he gets them almost entirely from letters which are written to the home folks by emigrants who have gone before. Such letters nowadays are rarely received in Germany from Germans who e migrate «d to South America before the war. Conse- quently the efforts of the German Emigra- tion Bureau to stifle migration to South America have been very successful. The scarcity of glowing letters to Germany from South America is due to two reasons: Not nearly so many people have emigrated from Germany to South America recently as some think; and a lot of the Germans in South America don’t like it there. The conditions in many cases are too primitive. Moreover, emigration from Germany to South America was growing less and less with each year which preceded the war. For example, the largest German emigra- tion to any South American country has always been to Brazil; yet in 1834, when approximately 54,000 immigrants came nto the United States from Germany, the figures of the German Emigration Bureau ow that only 1288 emigrants went from Germany to Brazil. In 1900 the number of emigrants who went to Brazil had dropped to 64 There were 353 in 1910; 363 in 1911; 225in 1912; and 140in 1913. Inthe latter year more than 34,000 people emi- grated from Germany to the United States. In addition to putting a quietus on pro- spective German emigration to South America, the German emigration authori- ties also wish to kill the desire to emigrate to the United States. The first is easy, but the second isn't. The Germans are making hard going of it, but they are determined to do it, Doctor Jung’s upturned mustaches seemed to me to quiver with suppressed emotion as he stared coldly at me and gave June 19,1920 me the reasons why German emigration to America would be suppressed. “In the first place,”’ said Doctor Jung, “the American laborer does not want the German laborer in competition with him, because the German laborer is a better workman. Even before the war the trades unions of America made every effort to discourage German immigration. The em- ployers and capitalists want German labor- ers because they are good men, but the laborers don’t. All the labor papers since the war say so. Germans have been branded as strike breakers and undesir- ables. Therefore we do not wish Germans to go to America. “In the second place Germans in Amer- ica are inclined to neglect the German tongue, take up the English language and not remain true Germans. This is contrary to our wishes. It is our understanding that the United States is to forbid immigration entirely for a period of two years. If this is true it is exactly what we wish. We prefer to keep our people here rather than have them go to America and lose their na- tionality.” Those Elusive Letters “In the third place the people of Ger- many do not trust the United States. Dur- ing the war the American people and the American Government treated German civilians terribly. All civilians who were interned in the United States during the war have given us letters telling of their horrible experiences in America and their awful treatment at the hands of American officials. In Germany no American civilian was deprived of his liberty. He was al- lowed to go about his business in almost complete freedom. But in America the Germans were treated like criminals for no reason at all. We are carefully preserving all the letters of this nature which we have received, and we are taking steps to see that every civilian who was interned in America writes us such a letter on his return to Germany. These letters will be shown to all Germans who apply to this office for information concerning emigrating to Amer- ica—and all Germans wishing to emigrate to America must apply to this office or one of its branches. The mass of people in Germany realize that it was America that brought Germany to her present pitiable condition, and they are deeply resentful of it. A few Germans will go to America —the few who have friends and relatives there but the remainder will listen to us and will not go ‘ad Doctor Jung made no reference to the internment camps for German civilians in America which provided tennis courts, swimming pools and orange groves for the suffering internees. Some of the letters which the emigration bureau receives will probably contain some bitter complaints about broken strings in their tennis rackets and too many seeds in their oranges, or about their eggs being underdone, or the reading lights over their beds being too bright. However, I couldn’t ask about es h things. I wanted to hear all of the things which were resting on the chests of the German emigration authorities. ““Are there any other reasons why Ger- mans will not be permitted to emigrate to the United States?” I asked. ‘There are,” said Doctor Jung dispas- sionately. ‘‘In America the people have not the same protection that they have in Germany. Here they are safeguarded against old age, poverty and sickness. All of their wants are looked after, and in the future these same provisions against’ mis- fortune will be kept up. I longed to ask Doctor Jung why Ger- many didn’t safeguard her people against Prussianism, dounple-dealing and trickery on the part of her rulers, but he was going so slellp that I didn’t dare interrupt him. “Since America provides none of these things,”” he continued, ‘‘we do not want our people to go there. And we learn that a German in America is regarded with dislike because of the war. Until Americans change their attitude toward Germans all emigration to America will be stopped.” Vill it be permitted to resume when Americans change their attitude?” I asked. “Yes,” said Doctor Jung—evidently for- getting the lack of provision in America for old age, poverty and sickness. “You spoke of letters written by civilians interned in the United States,” I told Doctor Jung. ‘Will you provide me with copies of some of these letters? (Continued on Page 162)

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The treatment they re- ceived was shocking.” “This is not generally known in the United States,” I told Doctor Jung. *“ Will you provide me with copies of some of these letters?” Doctor Jung seemed to be willing to do this, but a series of holidays was approach- ing, and first one thing and then another prevented the emigration authorities from providing me with copies of the letters. Finally after a lapse of several days I per- suaded them to give me a statement touch- ing lightly on some of the most shocking of the civilian internment cases. The state- ment was to be followed later by copies of the letters themselves. But they were never forthcoming, though after I had been gone from Germany several weeks I re- ceived a further communication from the German emigration authorities asking that a correction be made in the statement, and promising again to send copies of the letters. The statement is a rather remarkable one, and I reproduce it in full, since on the authority of no less a person than the president of the National Board of Emigra- tion himself, every prospective emigrant to America is to be told of these shocking actions of Americans toward Germans in order to dissuade him from going. The statement is headed ‘Cases made known to the board of emigration, Berlin, W., Wilhelmstrasse 71, of German civilian prisoners badly treated in the United States of America,” and is signed by Doctor Kundt, who, next to Doctor Jung, is the highest official of the board of emigration. “Especially numerous,” declares the statement, “‘were complaints that when war was declared Germans in general were given an insufficient amount of time in which to leave the country. Where Ger- mans were concerned, furthermore, there was an entire disregard on the part of the Americans for the American principle of law which provides that in cases in which persons are suspected of criminal acts arrests cannot be made without a written order from a judge, and that the person arrested must be brought before the judge within twenty-four hours in order to enable him to defend himself and regain his free- Practically without exception the several thousand Germans who have been interned during the war in the different camps of the United States were first put into American prisons and were often kept there for weeks. In many cases made known to us here they were imprisoned for months.” Other German Charges “Internment was absolutely at random, without any regard for the age, health and family conditions of the interned. For example, Frank Meyer, an eighty-three- year-old German, was interned for more than a year and a half at Fort Oglethorpe, and a request made through the Swiss legation to have him put on parole was refused by the State Department. An- other case is that of Frank Stadtler, a seventy-year-old clerk, who was interned at Fort Douglas. This man was suffering from asthma when interned, and on January 21, 1919, he died of this illness in the camp. “In spite of the efforts of the Swiss lega- tion, which represented German interests in Washington in a manner fully appre- ciated by the Germans, a sufficient protec- tion of property, life and health of the Germans in the United States could not be obtained, as the American Government was either not in the position or did not want to take the proper measures to carry them out. For instance, the Américan State Department declined, in spite of the prom- ise of reciprocity on the part of the German Government, to send lists of the interned Germans to Germany. The making of a summary of Germans detained in the United States has thereby been prevented. The mortality in the camps, due especially to poor sanitary conditions, was very high. Out of 4000 civilians interned more than 150 died. This number of cases has been reported to us, but the actual number of persons who died in internment or in con- sequence of internment is very much larger. “Contrary to all military usage, military sentries guarding civilian camps were armed with shotguns. By careless and unper- mitted use of these weapons a number of Germans were injured and killed. For in- stance, the civilian Peter Czan, interned at Camp Oglethorpe, was so heavily wounded June 19,1920 during an alleged attempt to escape on July 8, 1918, that he died on the same day. A similar case happened in the following month at Fort Douglas in the state of Utah. On this occasion seven men were badly wounded by the guards because they were said to have insulted them. “Owing to the internment and the con- sequences of internment, a number of Germans have become weak-minded. Ac- cording to a report from the Swiss legation, dated in February, 1919, in St. Elizabeth’s Hospital in Washington alone there were forty-one Germans who had become weak- minded. For the greater part they came from the internment camps, having been transferred from the camps to the hospital. This transfer only took place in the really bad cases, whereas the weak-minded who were not in such serious condition were kept at the internment camps. In the in- stitution mentioned the weak-minded Ger- mans, though they had committed no crime other than that of being Germans and being ill, were confined with criminals who were really weak-minded. “‘ According to official reports dated Sep- tember, 1918, 3728 civilian prisoners were detained in the different camps. Besides this, twenty-six Germans were in the peni- tentiary at Atlanta, Georgia, and in several other prisons there were 230 more Ger- mans.” A Hair-Raising Lie Nailed In addition to the above shocking exam- ples of the inhuman treatment accorded to interned German civilians during the war, there are other and still more shocking cases reported by Germans who are in- terested in stopping emigration to the United States. In the emigration bureau I was told a hair-raising story about the treatment suffered by the wife of a promi- nent German steamship official who lived in New York. This woman, so the story ran, was arrested by the Americans and incarcerated for three weeks without a hearing in a home for fallen women. While thus imprisoned she contracted a terrible disease. This story is common property in Berlin. Everybody has heard it. I ran it down as well as I could. The woman, who is a loud and frequent talker, was detained for a matter of four days in a perfectly good New York hospital, because there were no other suitable quarters available. She con- tracted no disease at all. Her husband is now at the head of a German society of people who have returned to Germany from foreign lands. Practically all the members of this society are eagerly seeking to return to America. Just before I arrived in Berlin a compara- tively young man with snow-white hair had delivered an emigration lecture in one of the Berlin lecture halls. His white hair, according to his story, had been caused by the treatment which he received while an interned civilian in the United States. For one thing, he claimed to have been hung up by the thumbs by his jailers and allowed to hang for several hours. My object in recounting these cases is not to stir up resentment against Germans, but to show that it is the purpose of the German Government, by the admission of its own representatives, to instance to all prospective German emigrants so many cases of the mistreatment of Germans by Americans that they will lose all desire to emigrate to America. “*Should they still be desirous of emigrat- ing,” say the official instructions of the emigration bureau, “information and ad- vice are to be given in such manner that the interests of the emigrants correspond with German interests.” Prospective German emigrants are being told emphatically and repeatedly that they must retain their German interests. They must go to countries where they can show their loyalty to Germany by further culti- vating the German language and keeping their German sentiments. The official organ of the German Board of Emigration makes that specific statement. Doctor Jung told me bitterly that the Germans in the United States had not been good Germans during the war. I was there to get information and not to fight the war over again, so that I was unable to argue this point. I asked Doctor Jung whether in his opinion all the Germans in the United States should heve fought against the United States. He shifted his eyes and said somewhat querulously that they should have given America the proper picture of (Continued on Page 165)

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_—— Continued from Page 162 Germany, instead of allowing America to be misled by British propaganda regarding German atrocities. My interpreter in- formed me at this point that two of the strongest anti-German publications in America during the war—THE SATURDAY EVENING Post and Life—were owned by British capital. The piquant humor of this assertion can best be appreciated by the solidly American owners of these two magazines. all the emigration talk which is and the official tions and the unofficial which take their ilhelmstrasse or go out of business with the utmost celerity—through all these things run two clearly defined motifs: One is the motif about the sity for German emigrants to adhere to the German | and the other is the motif to t] German emigrants must alwaysremain loyal Germans. Neither of these motifs is at all effective when played on American instruments. They have a singularly discordant, not to say sour, sound, The Keny quires 200 hours a y Througl made by German officials emigration publica t emigration orders from 71 W magazines, neces- guage, effect that n Americanization Bill re- ear schooling for all alien residents of the United States who cannot speak or write English. In some cases this will make American citizens,’and in other cases it won't. A great part of the trouble in Central E to-day is due to emigrants who have gone out “om one country, settled in another and insisted on retaining the and their customs. Hungary's fight against dismemberment is hased aln fact that the dismembe occupied by im- migrants from othe and that the immigrants have received territory to which they have no title—as though California urope S ect peer entirely on the sections are ‘r countries, hould be heavily populated by Japanese, and a peace conference should one day lecide that California consequently be- longed to Japar The efforts of the Magyars to Magyarize their i ligrants is exactly similar to the efforts of America to Americanize its; but in Cen- tral Europe are known as oppre *SSION. In an artic] present sentiment in that coun ry I compared the try with the if large num- hypothetical sentiment in Sou bers of immigrants from a European state should succeed in taking South Dakota away from the Americans who originally settled there. In line wit} that comparison I wish to quote an extra from an official German emigration journal. his journal, under the names of the ent cour tries to which there is a possibi ity of German emigration, st to emigrants from Ger- fler prints items whicl mignt be Germans in Nebraska “United States of this publication early in owing paragraph: Herald reports in a long 1920 printed the fe ‘The New York irticle on the efforts of the German ele- ments in the state of Nebraska to revive tne teaching all lessons in their schools in the German ruage. The Germans are ly strong t} ere. Out of 1,400,- 200,000 Germar thirty comparative 000 inhabitants there are many of whom settled there and forty years ago; pen vines Soma Zens they have ren twenty, it in spite of earning ng American citi- a Ge rmans at heart. Now they are attempting, by appealing to the Supreme ( ‘ourt of Justice of the State of Nebraska, t6 have the law which concerns the teaching of foreign languages in schools revoked and to regain their former influence on the paroc hial schools. The y th reaten be- at they will do as they 1 tion of German teaching ides quite openly tt in the que choose in the schools. Their chief aim at present is to have German teaching again estab- hed in the public schools ‘“When America entered the war German was taught in all the schools of the state. Children from their eighth to their thir- teenth years studied German as much as English. The German-American Union had stipulated and obtained that German teaching should be compulsory wherever a certain number of school patrons demanded it. The Germans saw that this claim was voiced everywhere. This law was repealed during the last legislative and it was superseded by a law which prohibited the teaching of any language except Eng- lish to children under nine years of age. A few months ago the German population session, demanded the legal abolition of this law, but the demand was refused. Conse- quently they have now Supreme Court. “*A few weeks ago it was discovered,’ writes the Herald, ‘that regardless of the existing law a German school had been opened in the Hamilton district. The administration of the district had approved of it. Fifty-eight pupils were being in- structed in the school. The school was forced to close. But the fact that it was officially opened and attended by many pupils shows the feeling and sentiment among Germans in Nebraska. In Decem- ber a constitutional assembly will be held in Nebraska in order to draft a new state constitution. In November the elections of the assemblymen are to take place. As a matter of fact, all candidates are already known, and many of them are partisans of the German-American Union. In certain districts German schoolmasters are running for assemblymen. In some districts the Germans boast openly that they will elect so many of their candidates that the aboli- tion of the law made during the last legisla- tive session will be assured.’”’ This paragraph was printed without comment in the German emigration maga zine. It is me rely a par t of the general campaign in Germany to impress on emi grants that good Germans keep right on speaking German, no matter where they are. There is a tremendous lack of knowledge in the United States concerning the alien communities whith have come into exist ence in various parts of the country, and which have deliberately cut themselves off from American ideas and American prog- ress. They have kept their own language, literature and ideals. They print their own newspapers, or they import them from their own countries. They go so far as to have their own governments, pass their own laws and punish certain infractions of these laws with death. Foreign propa- ganda finds these communities the most fertile of all breeding grounds, and from them are launched the most violent attacks on the principles and the institutions of the American Government. After the Money The propaganda which the German Board of Emigration admits that it is carrying or is nothing more or less than an attempt to perpetuate the isolated and un-American nities which have been a thorn ir America’s side for many years, and which will become far greater thorns as years go less they can be eradicated. However, the German authorities are effort to prevent Germans from emigrating to America, because, to a great extent, of the unfortunate habit which Germans in America have acquired of becoming as good Americans as America boast. This fact was impressed on them in every battle of the war in whic! Americans participated, because of the large number of soldiers who were of Ger man descent. What the German to do as regards emigration and what they are succeeding in doing are two very differ commu on ur making every is able to authorities are trying ent thing They know where they want the 5,000,000 Germans to go in the next ten years. They also know that they don't want them to go to South America or the United States. They can keep them away from South America with comparative ease, but they'll have to work a great deal harder to keep them away from the United states. Doctor Jung’s statement that the people of Germany do not trust the United States, and that they are so resentful of the part which the United States played in winning the war that they do not want to emigrate there, is all nonsense. 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rs een vaww e+ BEE ar \GENTMG GUM Irritability A man whose digestion is impaired, even slightly, is prone to be irritable, cross and annoyed by trifles. Under these conditions he is unable to do his best work or obtain co-opera- tion and the best work from those around him. Such a man should make it a practice to chew Beeman’s Original Pepsin Gum ten minutes after each meal, for it will do much to prevent the common form of indigestion. CHICLE THE SATURDAY EVENING POST they don’t all want to go. America has been press agented for the past two years as the richest nation in the world and the place where the highest wages are paid. All good things are supposed to be in America; that fact is daily advertised to all Germans by the American Relief Ware- house posters, which inform them that if they have relatives or friends in America they can write to them and ask that food drafts be sent to them so that they can get American food. America is feeding all the nations of Europe; America is expected to finance all the nations of Europe; America is the place! The propaganda of the German emigra- tion authorities against America has turned the attention of some would-be emigrants to other places. Some regard America as hopeless because of immigration restric- tions. Some regard it as hopeless because of the cost of going there. But none are averse to going there because of the part that America played in the war. With the rate of exchange where it is to-day, the cost of emigrating to America from Germany is very high. Suppose the rate of exchange is eighty German marks for one dollar. In order to travel from North Germany to New York by steerage, to sup- ply himself with the minimum amount of food for his travels and to have fifty dollars left with which to get his start in the United States, a German would have to have about 10,000 marks, which amounts to one year’s wages for a skilled laborer. It’s not so easy to get as it might be, but as soon as it’s possible for Germans to go to America the Germans will get the requisite amount of money, and get it in large numbers. Supposedly it is impossible for Germans to go to America until diplomatic relations are resumed. Actually it isn’t at all im- possible. Last autumn eight members of the Locksmiths’ Guild in Berlin, having heard of the tremendously large wages which were being paid to members of their craft in America, went to a person who had been very successful in helping Germans to leave the country. They wished to be assisted in going to America. They were told that no help could be given them, so they went away glumly. Two months later the person who had been unable to help received a post card from one of the eight locksmiths telling of his safe arrival in the United States. A few days later another of the eight locksmiths announced his ar- rival in America. Within three months of the day when the eight men had first at- tempted to obtain assistance and failed the person to whom they applied had received post cards or letters from every one of the eight, and all the post cards and letters had heen mailed in America. They had gone to Mexico and crossed into the United States from there. As I have said before, Mexico was about the easiest country for a German to get into during 1919 and early 1920; and to get from Mexico into the United States is so simple that it’s a joke. Between Matamoros and Piedras Negras alone there is a 500-mile stretch in which there is only one port of entry. That stretch of territory is a hole that would be difficult to plug. Rich Pickings in Russia Germany is overpopulated and over- crowded. The cities are jammed and run- ning over with people. Fifty-two thousand Germans have had to leave Alsace-Lorraine and come back into Germany. The figures that I quote were given to me by the Ger- man emigration authorities. Five thousand German subjects have had to leave Aus- tralia; 100,000 have come back from Rus- sian Poland and the Ukraine; 30,000 have come back from Brazil; 10,000 have had to leave France; 6000 have been returned from the German colonies and 5000 from the United States. These people, as well as the people who find conditions intolerable in Germany, are the ones who are clamor- ing to get out. They are also the ones on whom Germany wants to keep her clutches. ““We want our people to stay where they will not be lost to us,” said Doctor Jung. “We want them to stay as near home as possible. We do not want them across oceans; we want them where they can board trains and come back to us in case of need.” That is why Germany is determined to stop emigration to North America and to South America and to turn it to Russia, where the softest and the richest picking of modern times lies ready for the picker. The German Emigration Bureau hasn't a good word for Brazil or the Argentine, for June 19,1920 America or Canada or Mexico, for Para- guay or Uruguay or Chile or Ecuador or Peru. But for Russia and Siberia it has a large, mellifluous horn, and it is blowing steadily and resonantly into it with all the wind at its command. It is booming and tootling and oompahing away on the glories and the resources and the advan- tages of Russia and Siberia. It is making the welkin ring deafeningly with its per- sistent song. It may even be said that the welkin is being rung so steadily that a new welkin may soon have to be constructed. The German Government is holding emigration in check by every means in its power until communication has been opened with Russia once more. Then it will take its 5,000,000 would-be emigrants and smooth down the path before them and strew roses on it and push them over into Russia with a loud huzza. To many people this will sound like the result of a prolonged bout with a Welsh rabbit, a mince pie and several other indi- gestible and dream-provoking foods. Some will think that it is the result of sleeping on the back instead of on the side. It is not, however. It is the result of German thought and German efficiency and German foresight and German determination to patch up an empire in Europe which shall be an ersatz, or substitute, for the dream emptre which she has lost. asked Doctor Jung about German emigration to Russia. Germany’s Land of Canaan “Russia and Siberia,”’ said he, “‘are the lands of promise. Russia to-day is impos sible because of the disturbed situation When the situation clears, however, Russia will be the logical goal for all German emi- gration. If,necessary, when the situation has cleared, we shall encourage overland emigration rather than allow oversea emi gration to get started.” In other words, Germany will put up the money to send her people to Russia if they show too many signs of wanting to go the other way. One of the greatest financial experts in Germany stuck his thumb against a map and screwed it back and forth on the Altai Mountains, which divide the table-lands of Mongolia from Siberia, and among whose mighty slopes the three great Si berian rivers Obi, Irtysh and Yenisei have their beginnings. “In these mountains,” said he, “ther« lies an untold wealth of iron and copper and silver. Our explorers have reported that it is so. The iron mines of Lorraine are ours no longer, and we must have iron The Altai-region is the richest mineral re- gion in the world. Germans will go to that region in great numbers. Suppose now that American capital were to interest itself in a scheme to assist German emigration to reach the Altai. It would mean preferen tial trade treatment for Americans, yes? It would open up a vast new outlet for American goods—an excellent working agreement for both Germany and America Do you see?” I saw— that German emigration is going to Russia and Siberia. “Il recommend,” says Doctor Kaindl, German emigration expert, “‘that all Ger mans who must leave Germany should emi grate toward the east rather than across the seas. During many centuries the Germans wandered toward the east, creating villages and towns, populating whole districts and attaining great power and influence. This development was paralyzed by our over- seas polic¥, and emigration toward the east was interrupted. If this had not happened we should have had an immense economic district in the east, and no war could have starved us. In the east lie our assured cereal reserves; the sources from which we may draw all raw materials; the best markets for our industrial products; the best field for workers, intellectual as well as manual,” This constant talk on the part of the emigration authorities and the agents of the emigration authorities has had its effect on a goodly percentage of the German people. They are waiting eagerly for the hour when the situation, as Doctor Jung phrased it, shall have cleared. Then they'll go. The Communists of Germany don’t need to be persuaded by the emigration authori- ties. Father Lenine has called them and they have heard the call. Last winter the Communists of Berlin and Vienna were in (Concluded on Page 169) ,

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i j | i ' THE SATURDAY EVENING POST LOSSES HH ms err “ g od . P a - * em Swot eu The “tight-squeeze’'— An hourly occurrence on every crossing and on every crowded street, with cars of fifty different makes— more or less under the driver's control How Can the Motorist Save Himself from the “Other Fellow” EW YORK CITY re- corded over three thou- sand motor car collisions last year in Manhattan Island alone. Effective traffic regulation de- pends on each individual driver having his car under positive control, If every driver could be as sure of his car as the Packard owner, there would be less congestion, and only the careless driver would get into ‘‘accidents.”’ HE Packard people believe that first-class transportation must deliver Safety, Ability, Comfert, Economy and Endur- ing Value to the highest degree. “Ask the Man Were the Packard to choose from the best sources of commer- cial parts’ makers—we feel certain that these necessary features would not measure up to the present high standard maintained in the Packard car. You are absolutely sure to get them by starting with unified en- gineering in the Packard manner. Controlling parts by specifica- tions and tests—through casting, forging, machining, heat-treat- ing, finishing and inspection. Paying 12 cents a pound for your steel, instead of taking a chance with steel at 6 cents. You will be led straight to the Twin-Six Engine, with its sure and flexible power, and the great- est range of ability in high gear. To gears heat-treated through and through—not merely case- hardened. To clutch, brakes, universal and bearings that give you the safety of positive control—Pack- ard designed for the Packard car. T makes little difference whether the other fellow is to blame, or merely subject to the whims and weaknesses of his car. The Packard owner has all the chances of the road discounted, because he is sure of what his Packard will do. He is riding in first-class safety and first-class comfort. It costs him less all around than riding second class! Who Owns One’’ PACKARD MOTOR CAR COMPANY, Detroit 7 POSS SSS 95S 9S SSS¢

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(Concluded from Page 166 ilmost daily communication with Bolshe VIK h eadquarters in Moscow. I went one day to see Karl Tomann, the Communist leader in Vienna. He wasn’t to be found. I waited, and eventually w: rd went round that a comrade from America was amor g those present. I was sup posed to be the comrade from America. A very soile« tator in a dilapidated soldier’s uniform came and talked to me, addressing me as ““Genosse.”” I am not sure of the spelling of that word, but it sounded like “‘ Genosse,”’ and it means ‘‘comr “es All the other comrad ies, hesaid, were going to Russia as soon as the railroads were open. Father Lenine, he said, had written that all workmen should come to Russia. Father Lenine had especially requested the presence of ; l pecialists—all skilled work- men. They were all going—all. Steinhardt had just returned from Moscow, and he had reported that all who came would be re ceived = open arms. It would be the golden land, the land of plenty, the land of oa ei Two days later I saw Tomann. I asked him whether it ony tau had Lenine had written that skilled workmen and laborers were greatly desired in Russia. Tomar aid that such a communication had been received from Lenine. The word had been passed on. As soon as peace had been de clared and it was possible to pass openly nto Russia the skilled workmen and the unskilled workmen of Germany and Aus- tria would go in great throngs. ‘ I asked him whether Ler ne had specified that all who came must be Communists. “By no means,” said Tomann. “He tid specifically that all workmen would be welcome, whether Communist or not. But if they are not Communists thev must not attempt to obstruct the plans of the Soviet government. That would not be tolerated.” Germany, Russia and Japan It is not for nothing that German money continued to finance Lenine and Trotzky after the armistice November, 1918 Talk to Polish intel ce officers and they will tell you that the so-called German Com munist uprising of March, 1920, miscalcu- lated by three weeks. They will tell you that it was a plot d het weer tussia and Germany) f it had been properly timed nave ] ceeded—and that tl countries of Germany and Ru | have ex ded solidly from the Rhine across the Urals to the Pacific. Ninety-eight per ce of the stories that one hears in Central Europe are so fant tic that they sound e pipe drear But when they are rur to earth nearly eighty-nine per cent of them are true, There one persistent story that I en- ere I have found it e Philippines, in f Germany Pol 1 Ce il Europe It there is one of the ifoot that the world has alliance of Germany and " TI may be one of the nd it may not be. But dream or whether it that the German Emigra tion Bureau intends that the bulk of 5,000,000 Germ who are going to emi- grate in the next ten years shall emigrate to Russia; and it is equally a fact that Russia will welcome the whole 5,000,000. Already there is a bond, and a strong bond, between Russia and Germany. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST . _ Do tor Jung told me, friends or relatives t », probably 1,000,000 at the lowest i friends or enue y 7 st ar ndpo nt »t Bene and eas st } of Eur: 1p Let Russia Have Them > > " cold C/l Jo O di CS tresh from Dixie Only the choicest nuts gathered from sunny Southern PENNANT Clean and whole propaganda of the Germ PEANUT packages. have a delicious and satisfying ‘' PERNOT tlavor th it every An ever-popular di luncheon table. St. Ter for the les of the TH] CRED PENNAN polic y to give information ¢ Germans headed for ner that the emigrants’ intere German interests, just so long will it i America to further German interests by not robbing Rus Glassine bag, 5c PLANTERS PENNANT I many hopes to send there in the next ten

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THE SATURDAY When Your Springs Break put on ULSAN The Replacement Spring Single handed you cannot smooth the roads, but it is not compulsory that you gamble with fate. Nor need you suffer agonizing delay. The best spring is within your reach. Thousands of dealers carry VULCAN springs to fit your car. VULCAN quality springs will safe- guard your comfort, your time, your life, your purse. Ask for a VULCAN. Our name plate is on every spring. It is for your protection. Insist upon it. JENKINS VULCAN SPRING COMPANY Factory, Richmond, Indiana Branches: Atlanta, Ga. Kansas City, Mo. Boston, Mass. Minneapolis, Minn. Dallas, Tex. Reading, Pa. Richmond, Va. | at least makes it unnecessary EVENING POST June 19,1920 EVERYBODY'S BUSINESS Conctuded from Page 38 No scheme for classifying desk material seems to excel the time-honored plan of dividing everything under four heads. First come unfinished letters and papers that are up for immediate consideration; second are matters held for future attention; third, letters and data that have been attended to and are ready for filing; and fourth come the desk equipment, writing materials and other working tools. To-day’s work should always be kept out of the drawers and on top of the desk, where it is a silent but constant reminder of things that should be done. The present day’s work is simplified by having a special receptacle or portfolio with labeled com- partments into which all matters demand- ing immediate attention can be properly placed. The executives who accomplish most are the ones who plan eac> day’s work the night before. This method eliminates the lost time that results from aimless action during the first haif hour of the working Too many people mistake activity for productivity. Effective work that brings results can only be done by people who have a definite knowledge of just what they are trying to do and why they are aoing it Thousands of people ling positions read their mail at least twice once to find out what the letters are about and again to dictate replies. Hours of time can be saved each week if all letters are answered on the first reading. If this is impossible the important ( the letters should be underscored and a com- ment written at the side of the sheet. T) to re read the day. important entences in letter in detail Most execut j human mind It will travel along othing or the tra nd ves have discovered that the omewhat like a locomotive when there ror disturb its off the track the mooth, It is for attention to smoothly progress, but w going is neither ra this reason that iciency in ially in dictat- l the work is nothir g to important matters, and espec¢ ing, be attained wher done a room where there is mind, mental can or ly distract the worker's quality of greater value and rarity than is generally upposed. Many men ¢efer the practice of concentration, waiting for something of im portance to come along that is worthy of their utmost attention. fail when the vital moment arrives, because they have not made themselves ready for Concentratior Is a Such people usually " A the pract ce o1 concen- the little things. the big occasion by tion each day upor The worker who is efficient in business must be a master of psychology, and not only be able to look a man over but to look him through. At the same time he must be a student of detail in matters that may at first glance appear to be trivial. This person efficient must know the number and make of the pencil that suits him best. He must be a telescope in big matters and a micro- scope when it comes to little things. He nust not only know the large principles on which his business rests, but the fine details by which it runs. The thoughtful executive does not over- look the fact that some rubber bands will last a year, while others will last four; some carbon paper will make fifteen clear copies, while other brands will make thirty. In one office the bool keepers will work best with steel pens, while in another organiza- tion a saving in time has been effected through the use of a certain style of foun- Pens are temperamental things and are worth investigating. Some com- panies saved considerable sums of money by mailing printed matter in open- | envelopes which travel through the mails with a penny postage Our most successful business ned their high positions through follow- plan ver doing those tl hat can be satisfactorily taken care of by When such men have d their time too largely taken up by callers they have provided a remedy by picking out a tactful, clever assistant, who is sometimes given a high-sounding title small army of visitors that call t usiness with the of this type emphasize punc tual- tain pens. have se‘. men have of ne r the ings é € EES 4 ‘ir subordinates. d who meets ar ‘ Sries the man higher up. eft ent are HecauUuse keep ntments on the rhey ay and ir hat those with whom deal 1 »] Kewl lime f tive callers to send in advance of their visit a brief memorandum stating the principal points that are to be discussed. This memo- randum digested by the busy official and the tne - luced. Great leaders in mode have learned to profit from defeat and make ladders out of difficulties. These official have that in their fight for commercial or industrial supremacy they must make men before they can make money. The size of the net profits of a busine organization to-day depends very largely upon the xe of the men that it the company’s per s ofter 1 by asking prospec- can be quickly time of the interview eby re rn business to-day aiso come to know constitute nnel onnel

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Z > THE SATURDAY EVENING POST \ a \\ iS . \ ‘a \ \ "i ‘ } ‘ ” § * fi o ‘ ’ ° ‘ Steering Control Assembly of the Holt “Caterpillar” Tractor Helping the “Caterpillar” pull ts of Europ Screws— an AM YNG the battle fror went Ferry Proces essential part of the famous “Caterpillar” Tractors Helping the “C Hoe 4. ce vaterpillar do its tremendous work—trom Belgium to ! + Palestir Ferry Process Screws met i ery demand for strength and endur ’ — 1 ‘ , ance. Through the stri s of hauling thx , Allied h avy guns to firing positions and of mud and sand, Ferry withstood every test. Con menting on this, Holt officials have written to the Ferry Cap and Set Screw over shell-torn ground through jualit —— S Company as follow } r rer the beer ( ' , r Cor ; ’ ( rt roti l» ’ rnmer r quia r t } , nethen ' ’ r n ‘ j fi nor u Today Ferry Process this same efficient ing Holt on their big work in thirty-five different countries. Screws are giving service in peace, help Caterpillar” Tractors carry its mighty load blem Since 1907, when Thomas Ferry came ture of the steel forth with a wholly new principle in Thomas screw-making, Ferry Process Screws tion—a matrix, « have won an enviable reputation in the manufacturing world. Many other | ing manufacturers besides Holt put the stamp of thei Ferry methods have tl approval upon and Ferry product tandacd The Fi , eonent 3 This new principle in screw-makit sures uniformity in strength. Thi ompletely reverses the old method teps are performed by patented I In tead of taking a steel bar the size of juipment high [ 1 aut the head and tediously milling it to the machines and special tools. The 1 tht size, the Ferry Process begins with is the Ferry Pro Screw—as | al ar of ste el the SIZE d Ke n of the hy nk, thus ca make it ivoidinga great waste y A Les ‘ ' , of both time and raw Ferry Pt mate ~# Screws are used material 4 s av + vast quantith The matrix- nin aeolian suai compression aap chet yrinciple HS ihe ~ I i = t manufacturer But the real problem f American indu was to form the head. + | In many cast t} | . To batter ona shap = | ul wa De tied lees knob, and then : | oda prone to cut it to size and The Old ¥ , ' ugh tests and con 5 e Olid shape would disturb SS il parisons. Amor the molecular struc- these important user Tue Ferry Cap Anp Set Screw Company, 2151 Scranton Road, Cleveland, Ohi r head is formed by The head is finished, the end pointed, t 1 ou Out of this pri Ferry’s ingen inven die, in which ry heat tr proper compres he shank threaded to micrometer exa s, with Pratt & Whitney gauge 1 ) y ’ les Holt, ma ing well-known c «@®o Bi ty Y li «g FERRY PROCESS SCREWS

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THE SATURDAY ENCORE LES FEMMES! (Continued from Page 11 turbulence came of teaching her the alpha- het. Women, he expostulated, had need of the conversation of men to brighten their vi- vacity and to cure them of that negligence to which they would abandon themselves if they were not animated by the desire to This desire, he declared, produced allurement in their countenances, grace in their deportment, and sweetness in their voices, from which he proceeded to con- clude that it was really the men who gave charm to the women, who without them would fall into indolent or churlish dispo- He wound up by quoting the old French couplet of the twelfth century: please. itions. 1 woman knows enough if but her range of To tell ng one from tother coat and breeche ‘ hater who itterance to some impolite remarks or nable conceit of man who desired that woman’s life should be vacuous in order that like a mirror it should reflect only the image of man. She said a quan- tity of feveris} . brilliant things which sounded very well. But in the end I threw all these pecial pleaders out of court, marking this portion of the notes: igh interesting if true.’’ For all these antagonisms, bitternesses and levant thor backbitings got the main question nowhere. That main question I finally formulated roughly thus: Given—woman; a dynamic probably—certain con stant and essential qualities or attributes; i l more than probably certain other nonessential, inconstant and es, concerning both of which, constant and inconstant charac terl - a vast deal of rubbish has been force; possessing and possessing also ! variable qu w! and said from the beginning of time. But if it were possible to separate the constant and essential elements from the variable and nonessential elements as from gold; and if, possible to plot roughly e curve of the development of woman nee the beginning of the historical record, to see how heredity and environment have l ed these cor ] ments; and if, still further, it were pos ture of stant ele- sible to obtain a clear stream ] the development of that particu breed of the human species called the American woman, going back to the sources of the al-pioneer period, and fol owing the river fre ai it s} ining head- the windings of the cen- turies, taking soundings now and again to : obse r ow environment in the form of government A ndustrial civilization, and, last | ! ist, how that other par- member of the genu , has modified, res , homo sapie? haped or broadened the rrent until, finally, we reach the ear 20, in the present era of grace, with tl pre dential elections looming in the foreground, and women, as voters, an important factor therein; then, In posse m of these two powerful factors—woman’s angle of constancy and er specific development here in the United State could not one, taking the widest possible base, triangulate a point in the political future and say, with some degree of accuracy: ‘‘Thus and thus will American women react,”’ and so map out 1 stable course? Back to the Sources To do this, to work out the theorem even rougt ly, seemed at this juncture of more value than to discover whether Mrs. Bill Jones would vote the Democratic or the Rey ticket. Perhaps, if we have luck with the general proposition, we shall know where Mrs. Bill Jones gets off toc for we shall have reduced all the Mrs. Bill Joneses to their least nators and their political reac- tions, no matter what ticket they vote. Going back to origins and sources, it i not pertinent to this particular study to make a detailed stream picture of the de velopment of women since the beginning of time. But for amusement, as well as for benefit, one may drive down a few sur- stakes now and again along the shores of that stream as it has appeared glimmering through the pages of history; now a bright, clear flow of crystal wandering water, now muddy and defiled, now van- ished altogether from view, hidden, dark- ling, murmuring along its secret twilight common denomi- yveyors way; exciting wonder, hate, power always admitted even when most scourged and abused— until, of its wanderings, it appears in America, in the souls of our ancestors. The remotest ancestor of man, in the pale gray dawn of organic life, so the scien- tists say, was the Pteraspis, the ganoid fish, an amiable chap, whose respected skeleton may now occasionally be found in section of limestone. Upon the subject of how Monsieur Pteraspis treated Madame Pter- aspis the dim w#ons are mute. We do not know whether he regarded her as an angel ora demifool: as a chatte l, a hereditame nt oraslave; or whether as a free voting deni zen of the briny deep she had the right to fin in on any aquatic dispute. Speaking pri vately and unofficially, tion by the scientists, I think she finned ir Passing the ganoid fish of the Siluriar Kingdom, passing also sundry other rela tives, saurians of the prime, we come to cet tain ancestors whose features, physical and spiritual, bear a faint resemblance to our own. It is Eve, the enfant terrible, ragging man in the garden of first love. Here, with out doubt, certain significant character- istics of the radiant energy of woman as differentiated from that of man appear ir this ancient record. But there is another legend of the Far East which narrates the origin of woman, and since we are glancing at sources, pagan as well as Christian, we may as well file both reports. Whence Eve was derived every schoolboy knows. But how Koo Koo came into this world is, as t he French say, another pair of gloves. subject to corres The First Woman's Make-Up It is related in the blurred hieroglyphic inscriptions on the crumbling walls of an ancient temple that when Twashtri, Lord of Life, had finished the invention of the world and that funny jack in the box called man, he found he had exhausted all his materials and that nosolid elements were left. In this dilemma, after profound medi- tation, he did as follows: He took the rotundity of the moon, and the curves of and the clinging of tendrils, and the trembling of grass, and the slenderness of the reed, and the bloom of flowers, anc the lightness of leaves, and the tapering « the elephant’s trunk, and the glances « deer, and the clustering of rows of bees, an¢ the joyous gayety of sunbeams, and the weeping of clouds, and the fickleness of the winds, and the timidity of the hare, and the vanity of the peacock, and the softne of the parrot’s bosom, and the hardne of adamant, and the sweetness of honey, and the cruelty of the tiger, and the warm glow of the fire, and the coldness of snow, and the chattering of jays, and the cooing of the kokila, and the hypocrisy of the crane, and the fidelity of the chakrawaka—and_ he compounded all these subtly together and made woman and gave her to man. But after one week man came to him and said: “Lord, this creature you have given me makes my life miseral She chatters incessantly and teases me beyond creepers, 1 f endurance, never leaving me alone; and she requires constant attention and take up all my time and crie is always idle, and so I have come to give er back to you, as I cannot live with her So Twashtri said: “‘ Very well,” and he took her bacl s about nothing and ] l Then after another to him and said: ) week man came ‘Lord, I find my y since I gave you bac} I] remember how she used to dance and sing to me, and look at me out of the corner of her eye, and play wit! me and cling to me, and her laughter wa music, and she was beautiful to look at and soft totouch—sogive her back tomeagain.” So Twashtri said: “Very well,” and gave her back. Then after only three days man came and said: ‘“‘ Lord, I know not how it is, but I have come to conclude that she a trouble than a pleasure, so please take her back again.” 3ut Twashtri, Lord of Life, said: upon you! Be off! I will have no more of this. You must manage how you can.” Then man said: “But I cannot live with her.” And Twashtri replied: you live without her.” And he turned his back on man and wer on with his work life is very lone that creature. is more of “Out “Neither could love: its in the course EVENING POST Vi MU ca rately verted by whittling w;: \ nv yi vrite nen more yout Phe CONKLIN writ hours with one filling, al refilled at any in and the p the pol t CONKLIN various Sli/ es nth CONKLIN ts 1 points. Your ce a ral, unt Fountain Pen } iW ] you a } ity Press your thu " . well, mkt ‘ \ ] ier wan ¢ ’ ro your hand and manner of writing FILLER yon the C1 ‘ C; t. ly for worl equipp with ind fi t ot ts vou ft trys \ that rctly ts

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It is further recorded upon the wall that there was an ancient song com- posed by the first Perse of Persia in his lighter hours, when he was aweary of af- fairs of state, the first line of which runs: ““T know a Koo Koo.” At this stage the hieroglyphics become blurred and undecipherable—and perhaps it is just as well! But certainly this is a different account from that which Mr. John Milton gave of the first bridal pair: “He for God only, she for God in him!” Here in this record, a record of origins and sources, we indubitably obtain an indi- cation, a glimpse of that radiant, compulsive energy we have been talking about. Ex- pressed primitively, in terms of symbols, of paradox, its testimony is, nevertheless, ex- tremely significant. Pondering over the soul of this legend it seemed to me that the face of Koo Koo, peeping out down through the centuries, was still to be seen in civilized countries—most often, perhaps, in France, not in the cities, but in the hamlets and villages on a fresh Sunday morn; less in England; and in America, when seen, it was so overlaid by other things that the features were scarce recognizable as those imperturbable Koo Koo herself, the Radiant One, in whose wor- ship men in old days reared temples and cathedrals and carved her likeness in Winged Victories. Leaving this source to glance down the centuries, we come to ancient Egypt. Here dignity, power. They engaged in trade and commerce under their own names and one could read any morning, in the street of the merchants, posters of papyrus like this: ‘“* Miss Isis, of the House of Nepenthe, respectfully calls the attention of her distinguished clientele to the superfine quality of cotton of the Upper Nile which to-day she is selling at a tremendous sacrifice on account of mov- ing into her new bazaar. Excellent for wrapping the sacred dead. Our mummies endure forever.’’ The women studied medi- cine, music, law, and argued their own cases in court; attended camel races, re- gattas on the Nile, and, when need was, pushed their too importunate lovers over the parapet to the crocodiles. Altogether, a group of fine, free, independent dames, with the Koo Koo strain running strong. The Greek Suffragette In Greece the stream picture gives back a different reflection. In the beginning, to be sure, they had freedom and initiative aplenty, as witness the songs of Homer in which he recounts the exploits of the over- seas hero, Ulysses, and the episode with Nausicaa. Nausicaa, descending to the seashore to bathe with her maidens, sees the shipwrecked warrior, sans coat, hat, sans the price of a haircut, sans rien, peering wistfully at her radiant young beauty from behind a screen of trees. Pitying his plight Nausicaa bids him be fed, bathed and attired in a conventional costume. Presently, -when she sees him emerge from the bath, shaved, clothed, sleek and handsome as Apollo, and gayly ready to throw his hat into the ring, she exclaims with delightful candor: ‘Would that such a one might be called my hus- band, dwelling here, and that it might please him here to abide!” Koo Koo herself, in her winsomest mood, could not have spoken better. This was in the fresh morning of Greek civilization. Later on the women did not fare so well. For the Greek husbands took to locking up their true and lawful wives, pocketing the keys, and then going off to play by themselves in the open, at the games, in the sculptors’ studios, arguing with Socrates on the sidewalk or sporting with Amaryllis in the shade. That the wives, descendants of Koo Koo and of Nausicaa, objected to this we have the rec- ord of Xanthippe to prove. For she used to break out of her prison, come running down the street with red ruin in her eye, and tell Socrates and the young bloods gathered round him exactly what she thought of them. She was, I suppose, the first militant suffragette. Looked at from any point of view, the conduct of these latter-day Greek husbands sans June 19,1920 was thoroughly unsportsmanlike; and par- tisan historians have attempted to trace the entire downfall of the Greek civiliza- tion to that one defect. But to this the present nonpartisan reporter cannot agree; for though freely admitting that an in- dividual or a nation ought to fall down, and fall down severely, for such unamiable con- duct, it nevertheless looks as though such conduct must be regarded as a symptom rather than as a cause of disintegration. Many other things contributed to ruin the morale of the Greeks; and they exhibited their decline in their treatment of women. The next port of call is ancient Rome. Here, as in primitive Greece, the early Romans, a simple, warring, jovial lot, made their wives their companions, conquered with them the barbaric tribes of English- men and Gauls, hearkened to their advice in camp and court, and the word of Koo Koo was held in great esteem. Later, as the blazing star of the Roman Empire paled, the power and prestige of the Roman woman waned also and she fell on evil days. The Dark:Age Women We pass now to that obscure twilight period called the Dark Ages, when the stream whose shores we are following took an abrupt dip underground; a_ period wherein Koo Koo was considered an inven- tion of the devil—instead of a gift of the Lord of Life—to send man to hell; mar- riage was held to be a condition of mortal sin, and celibacy the pious and desirable state. During this paradoxical period man betook himself to a monkery, Koo Koo hid herself in a nunnery, and if one so much as glanced at the other both wore hair shirts fez a month. But there were a few com- pensations, at least so far as the women were concerned, in being considered the children of Beelzebub; for they found time to read, to learn ancient tongues, to make music, paint illuminated missals, and be- come skilled in nursing and medicine. They even studied higher mathematics and phil- osophy. But neither man nor woman was intended to live alone, and this period of asceticism tended to degrade women. Approaching more closely our own times, we come to France. Here, under the Code Napoléon, woman was placed entirely under the guardianship and control of her nearest male relative. Later, some—though not all—of the more oppressive laws of the code were repealed. But public opinion in France has always been far in advance of its laws respecting women, and their state, practically if not tec hnical ly, is one of broad social independence and power. It was a witty Frenchman who remarked that all women should reign but not rule. Cer- tainly they reign in France; and not seldom they also rule. In Germany, a new crude nation polit- ically as compared with France, the attitude toward women in the last two centuries is typified by the action of the father of Fred- erick the Great, of whom it is related that whenever he met a woman in the street he would raise his cane and say: ‘Get back into the house! An honest woman should keep indoors.” The next nation is England, in which the development of women, in its broad features, is known to us through the sim- ilarity of language, literature, politics and governmental forms. And now we have charted roughly a kind of topographical stream picture of the history of woman from her original source in the far-off leg- endary land of Koo Koo, down through the centuries, until we come to the rock- bound coast of Plymouth, U. 8. A. After which, from now on, it is unnecessary to consult legends, blurred hieroglyphics on the crumbling walls of ruined cities; unnec- essary to peruse the carved bas-relief of an ancient funeral urn to catch a glimpse of the fleeing figure of Koo Koo; or to dream over the songs of an old blind Greek wanderer whostruck his blooming lyre for all the world to hear, and an American, gathering up those golden notes on his own tuning fork, sang: Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicwan barks of yore, That gently, o’er a perfumed sea, The weary, wayworn wanderer bore To his own native shore. Lo! in yon brilliant window niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! (Continued on Page 177)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING June 19,1920 Charles M. Schwab Thousands of LaSalle-Trained Men in the Steel Industry LaSalle-trained men are holding responsible positions in the executive and administrative depart practically all the large companies in the steel industry—such as the United States Steel, Bet Crucible, Midvale, American Steel Foundries, and others. With each of many companies in other industries, such as the packing industry, the railroads, automobile manufacturers, telephone and graph companies, electrical manufacturers, banks, food product companies, public utility corpor express companies, etc., can be found from 50 to more than 2,000 students and graduates, How Big a Position Can You Handle? ) the steel industry is the same as in he started perhaps lower than the position you now It is such an association, help, and service that i try where brains and ability are occupy—much lower. 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se (Continued from Page 174) From now on all is clear sailing down the stream of time. One has only to walk into the nearest library, and say to the efficient person at the desk, “‘What have you on the development of American women dur- ing the colonial period?” and she conducts you straight to a wall bristling with drawers which contain a billion indexed cards. Ah, Koo Koo, we have you cornered now! In the observation of the stream picture of the development of women in America it seems better to break the whole period into three parts: calling the first, Woman, the Pioneer; the second, Woman in Industry; and the third, Woman, the Political Ani- mal. But before taking up, briefly and from one particular angle only, the study of these three periods, I am going to return for a moment to that phase of the problem in which I set myself the task of Miefini ing woman in terms of power, in terms of her essential constant elements, as one defines water by the formula of H.O. Upon this particular phase of the prob- lem the historical record, unfortunately, has been darkened and smirched by two antagonistic groups: A few embittered women who wish to prove the absolute in- feriority of the entire male sex; and a larger group of men who wish to confine woman rigorously to what they consider her sphere. There is something odious, i ignoble and revolting in these petty recrimina- tions—man trying to prove something against woman, and woman trying to catch man inatrap. Nothing is gained by such antagonism and the truth is often obscured; for the fundamental truth is that men and women are allies, not enemies; formed for friendship and love, not suspicion and hate. They are the two halves of the whole, and each half has need of the other half to make aunit. For this very fact of halfness means that neither man nor woman is altogether whole, perfect or complete in himself or herself It also means that neither half is the mere replica, echo or reiteration of the other half. Thus, woman is no more an underdeveloped man than man is an over-

developed woman. She is not a child; she is not simply an affectionate and docile ani- mal of inferior grade She is—herself; first of all, before wife or mother, a human heing; subject to the same weaknesses and distempers as man, and reacting in sub- stantially the same fashion to all chemical I ical agents. n ng their mentality, Prof. Albert Bus hnell Hart, of Harvard, says: “In nearly thirty years of teaching college men and women I have found no male and no female mind. The logical processes of young women and of young men seem to me to be the same in the same subjects.”

The Sex of Genius In addition, it should again be stated that there is rarely to be found among civilized beings a man pure unadulterated male or a womat ure unadulter:

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Whois] female. Almost every man has a streak of feminine in his nature and almost every woman has a streak of masculine in her na- ture; = those streaks run too wide a man is called effeminate and a woman ma saiiian It was, no doubt, something like this which the French philosopher had in mind when he remarked sardonically: ‘There are no wi mer of genius; ve n of genius are all men.’ B ut this, as Havelock Ellis points out, is , partly true; for in genius there is the m A, the female—and also the element of childlikeness. This was preéminently true of the Greeks, of Shak- pere and of Goethe. After, however, one has made all these admissions and modifications, thrown out antagonisms and questions of superiority and inferiority, there still remains a resid- uum, both on the one hand and on the other, in which woman energy, so-called, appears to react different]; y from man energy. And are gettir g down to bed rock. Yet, now we as a further modification and caution, it should be stated that the opir 107 nere given represent or ly the prese t scientific status of the subject, and it is well known that the scientific dogmas of one age are to the succeeding age a matter of derision and scorn. So it may well be that, as the development of the woman in the eight- eenth century was far greater than that of the seventeenth, and that of the nineteenth exceeded that of the eighteenth, their still further development in the twent ieth mi ty the scientists to eat their present do, their pronouncements cause dicta. Until they stand. THE SATURDAY These pronouncements may be stated as follows: There appears to be a greater general variability exhibited by the male sex—a greater variational tendency; they swing to wider extremes. Genius is gener: ally con ceded to be an organic congenital abnor- mality or disproportion, and abnormality is more common in men. “Thus, while genius, so-called, is by no means confined to one sex,”’ says Havelock E llis, “it is yet predominantly ASSOC iated with one sex.” He continues: “From the organic stand point, women represent the more stable and conservative elements in evolution: they are more primitive. We have ther fore to recognize that in men there is an organic variational tendency to depart from the average; and in women, in fe males generally, an organic tendency ee ne all their facility for minor oscillations—to stability and conservatism, involving a diminis hing individuality and variability. . . . A large part of the joy that men and women take in each other is rooted in this sexual difference of varia- bility. In men women find leaders. In women men find beings who have not wan dered so far as they have from the typical life of earth’s creatures. Women are for men the human embodiments of the restful responsiveness of Nature. Woman is more in harmony with Nature than man, and she brings man into harmonious accord with Nature. This organically primitive nature of woman in form and function and instinct is always restful to men, tormented by their vagrant energies.” Appeasing a Jealous Wife Continuing the discussion of the = ciple of the greater variability of the mal and the corresponding greater st: ability a the female the two qualities thus per fectly poised “The special liabil ity ‘ot women to be affected by minor vital balanced by a special re to more serious oscillations; so that against the affectability of women we must place their large disvulnerability.” And again: “‘The greater variability of men, while it produces many brilliant and ling phen produces a ot portion of worthless or even and the balance is thus equable level of

he says: oscillations is sistance tartl mena, also pont er rmful characters, restored with the more

women “In the intellectual region, men possess F

er aptitude in dealir g with remote ¢ pl eels © interests of women hav at least as ere at ar po oe in dealing with immediate practical interests. Women, it is true, remai n nearer than men to the child other hand, grea

tate; men, on the approach nearer than women senile state. The more nearly we gate, the more clearly and emphatica these compensations stand out. As womer are close to Nature, women’s interests are identified to Nature’s inter to the apelike and the

more close ly ests.” Ellis notes also “‘a greater precocit of the female, involving grea growth and consequently an earlier arre than in man.” Differences pointed out by ter rapidity ol other psy- ad chologists may be briefly summed up as follows: Masculine methods of thought tend to be massive and deliberate. Womer are more quick to perceive and more nimble to act. How often through the ages has man, in mortal danger, been saved by the brisk intervention of Koo Koo! Mer appear better able to apply what they learn; they are more inclined to supple- ment their acquired knowledge by reflec- tion or further independent investigation Women, in the large, dislike the intellectual process of analysis; they dislike rigid rule they are prone to accept or reject as a whole, to reduce the impersonal to the per- sonal, and the genera! to the concrete. To illustrate this latter point a Frenct man related the following episode: He said that one unfortunate day he inadvertently marked to his wife that he admired the blue-eyed type. Whereupon the dark- , partner of his destiny immediately instituted an espionage over all his letters in order to discover the address of her blue- eyed rival. ‘‘The more I laughed at her,” he said, “‘and told her she was a silly little goose, the more stonily convinced of my perfidy she became. The domestic tem- perature sank to round zero. My mother came to visit us, observed the frigid atmos- phere, and I gave her the lay of the lar nd. ““My mother looked at me thoughtfully and then she inquired: ‘Well—is there somebody?’

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Banish heat i in home and office Don't but one cent’s worth of power in lwo spec is piving bre e7e. IX h urs. you a light or Handsome nickel-plat le toany titi ] ~ strong } l notor Gio to y trical ul Polar Cub. office and one your dealer j 1 and we iit i \ GILBE RT C 0.,3 320 Blatchley Ave. Get \ for your home hasn't it ou wher wertu , New Haven, Conn. $750 The A, C. Polar -Cab Electric Fan PARIS GARTERS * NO METAL CAN TOUCH YOU «+ a = PARIS CASTERS No metaice REFLECT the intelligent discrimination of the man who wears them, the integrity of the dealer who sells them. and the quality standard always adhered tobyus —~ ~* A. STEIN & COMPANY Cnidrone HICKORY coins ow youn “* Grand Seigneur, mother!’ I exclaimed. ‘You're as bad as my wife.’ ““*You've not answered my question.’ “T answered it to her satisfaction; she meditated a moment and then remarked: ‘All right I'll arrange it. I’ll tell her you were thinking of me.’ Which she did— completely appeasing my wife. And by a ruse whic h would never have entered my head. But it was noruse. Both women simply reduced the general to the particular, and | the blue-eyed mother went a step farther, | realizing the profound truth that a man, | whether he be conscious of it or not, is apt to have a natural predilection for eyes of | the color which he first stared solemnly up into as a babe, and investigated thoroughly | from the safe vantage of a mother’s arms. One cannot leave this part of the subject without reference to Schopenhauer, that brilliant unstable genius, who, hating woman, fearing woman, yet uttered one of the profoundest truths concerning her na- ture that is to be found in the record of the | century. In it he marks definitely her dif- ferent relationship to power, to life, from that of man. “in the darkest recesses of their hearts,”’ he cries scornfully, “‘women live altogether more in the race than in the individual.’’ And this is so true that there is no need to quarrel with its author. He has stated in a single sentence the main dif- ference between the man angle and the woman angle in its relationship to life. As distinct from man, woman is a being to whom the race means more than does the individual; its needs mean more to her than the needs of the individual. High or , rich or poor, good or bad, women will be found guarding the interests of the race against the interests of the individual. On such a question all the Mrs. Bill Joneses in the world will vote the same way. Balanced Essentials Recapitulating briefly, there are, then, constant essential elements in the energy of woman which differentiate it from the energy of man, and give it a peculiar value in society, government and law. These con- stant essential differences may be stated as follows: A greater general variability of the male and a corresponding greater stability of the female. A greater precocity of the female, in- volving a greater rapidity of growth and a consequent earlier arrest than in man. A greater aptitude in the male for ab- stract philosophic interests and a greater aptitude in the female for immediate prac- tical interests A primitive quality in the female; a nearness to Nature and to Nature’s in- terests. Woman is a being to whom the race means more than the individual—she guards the race from the individual. Looking at these enduring and essential qualities of women, juxtaposed as they are by the enduring and essential qualities of man, one is arrested by a striking phe- nomenon,namely — that neither of these sets of constants, neither that of woman nor that of man, appears to be independent of the other set. On the contrary, they appear in every instance to be delicately yet powerfully poised and balanced one against the other, | and their fusion necessary to the perfect | whole. Thus, destruction is offset by con- | servatism; genius and abnormality by a |} sound average; wandering by stability; | divergence from Nature by a_ peculiar closeness to Nature; and the whole further | bound mystically together by a profound hankering of each of these lonesome little constants for its other half, its mate. If there is any conclusion to be drawn from this it is that the masculine and the feminine elements, each in equal measure, have need of the other in society, in gov- | ernment, in the home, wherever men and women are. Neither half of the constants is fashioned to go it alone. Each half by itself topples over, flies to pieces, drags. Each set of constants is especially ordained and designed to influence the other set to the uttermost. We want, therefore, the masculine and the feminine elements in our | nation; and we want a free, noble expres- | sion of both of them in our private and | public lives. | If emphasis has been laid on these con- | stant essential characteristics of women it | is because there appears to be a general | tendency in the world to thrust out of sight | | | | | these solid, eternal values, to ignore them, June 19,1920 to sweep them off the stage; and to crown instead those values in woman in which she merely parallels, imitates or follows man. Reduci ‘ing the matter to a formula, let us - man’s unique contribution to the world 1, and woman’s unique contribution b, and c the desirable sum of a+ in human affairs. But if woman forsakes her b-ness, in which lies her peculiar power, and slides over to a, then the result ¢, will have in it too much masculine a-ness and lack the flavor and salt of b. The birthright of Koo Koo will have been sold for a mess of pottage—of which nobody likes the taste. This point of the equal value of both the masculine and the feminine elements in life has been so obscured by animosity and hate, and the battle waged has been so stern, each side demanding the other side’s scalp, that these bottom facts have been trampled underfoot. Both men and women have become confused as to what they really are fighting for. Is woman, then, struggling to throw overboard her b-ness, and say that she stands on her a-ness along with man? Heaven and Koo Koo forbid! To a plain nonpartisan observer the proper method of procedure would appear to be to follow the straight lead of Nature: Man playing his game, woman playing hers; neither railing at the other; but each hew- ing square to the line, let the chips fall where they may. Upon this subject Have- lock Ellis says: “‘The hope of our future civilization lies in the development in equal freedom of both the masculine and the feminine elements in life. Respective fitness of man or woman for any kind of work can only be proved by actual open experiment. And exaggerated anxiety lest natural laws be overthrown is misplaced. The world is not so insecurely poised!” Thus far I have attempted to sketch roughly the stream picture of woman’s de- velopment in history; and, second, I have defined, approximately, the energy of that stream in terms of its constant elements That is to say, sources have been glimpse« i, and the angle of constancy has been de- termined. Let us call that constant angle in woman the angle of psyche; and the constant angle in man the angle of in- dividuality. This angle of psyche, common to all women at all times, we are going to use later on as a measure to figure the slant of woman in politics—the line of her maximum power, But in order to apply that angle of psyc with any degree of accuracy to American politics we must first establish a particular base. And for that base, in order to make it as wide as possible, 1 have chosen the line of development of American women from the colonial period up to the general elections of 1920. And now the main proposition, reduced to geometrical terms, reads something like this: Given woman’ constant angle of psyche, a, and man’s con stant angle of individuality, 6, and the base AB, to construct upon that base the political triangle of man’s and woman’s codperation, ABC Handmade America This base, AB, which is, in fact, the stream picture of development in America, I am going to subdivide into three portions, the first of which includes the activities of women during the colonial and pioneer period up to about 1840. A subtitle for this particular period might be called handmade America, in distinction from the second period, which was machine- made, coal and iron and steam made. Looking back upon this handmade America in its beginnings, and comparing those first sturdy pioneers with the present heterogeneous flood that yearly rolls in upon our shores, orfe is arrested by the quality of the first immigrants, and the quantity of the present ones. Among those who crossed over before 1840 there were, of course, a few cheap, worthless types, but most of the leaders as well as the rank and file came that they might be free to think their own thoughts and lead their own lives. They were the type of strong men and women who had thoughts to think and faiths to defend. And to think those thoughts and to live by those faiths they were willing to face exile and the wilder- ness. The early portraits show them straight of brow, stern of eye, strong of jaw, a hardy, individualistic, fighting lot ideal progenitors of a lusty nation. They started off the new civilization by building churches and schools and homes (Concluded on Page 181)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Lifting a car by its Own Bootstraps SHARP turn. A steep hill. A \ jam of traffic. A dead stop-——and on again. fhe occurrence 1s common enough. But have you ever given a thought to the herculean task it requires of the rear axle? \ giant’s feat! At one instant it holds the brakes that try to twist it from the frame; at the next, it is lifting the car almost by its own “bootstraps,” out of its deep inertia onward again towards the summit! ‘rom torsion in one direction to greater torsion in the opposite direction supporting weight from above, withstanding shocks thrusts from right or from left that is the daily story of the rear axle. Is it any wonder, then, that we, as axle builders, feel it necessary to concentrate the whole effort of our organization upon axles alone ° Backed by years of experience with axles, we came together in the Columbia Axle Company to make strong, safe axles. The great success of the Col- umbia One-Piece-Housing Rear \xle has confirmed our policy and we remain, as we began, axl specialists. We are proud to be able to offer you, as a motor car owner, this product of our con 50% Greater TorsionalStrength (by laboratory tests) is given to Columbia Rear Axles by one fea ture alone a one-piece housing, wrought from a single piece of steel with a single weld. More strength and efficiency are added by extra large brake drums, ring gears, bearings, and driving shafts. A car having a Col umbia Rear Axle will probably have a Colum bia Front Axle also. June 19,1920 from below — resisting end scientious endeavor. Columbia Axle Company Cleveland, Ohio, U. 8. A. ai pi Look for lum under the car

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(Concluded from Page 178) for their families—for these were family men, notsingle, reckless adventurers. Here, in this new environment, the conditions were extremely favorable for women to work out their freedom; to develop to the full the powers of their personality. For both men and women faced primitive forms of existence and did things in a new way; they had to do them in a new way in order to conquer their environment—in order to survive. Women had thus to break with their old tradition of conservatism of doing the same old things in the same old way. They had definitely to break with the past. The new life, with its multifold demands in every direction upon her personality, forced woman to exert herself to the last atom of her energy, te draw upon the deep- est reservoirs of her strength. Looking back over this period of beginnings one cannot designate it as an era of particular happiness to women. To bear and rear a large family; to cook and wash and scrub; to feed the harvesters in summer: to con- serve the meat and vegetables and fruit; to do all the ne. “e ing, sewing and mending; to care for the defective and sick—just to mention a few of the pioneer woman’s favorite indoor sports— prov ed sometimes too heavy a task. It is os orded that for a farmer in the early days to out- live three or four wives was no uncommon occurrence, When Families Flourished But the purpose of this review of the past is not to hunt for happine , but to check up the deve lopme nt of women along _ psyche slant of their maximum powers. And there can be no manner of doubt that during this period of struggle and violent change American women broadened and deepened to meet the calls on their nature; became more supple, resourceful, alert, with an open hospitable threshold to ideas, customs and peoples against which in Europe they would have unhesitatingly barred the door. And this alert resourcefulness, this look- ing forward instead of back, this hospital- ity to experiment and change, was a heritage which American women are cash- ing in upon to-day. Such a heritage was worth struggle, sacrifice, pain. This from the selfish viewpoint of a descendant. Thank you, ancestors! T his period of the nation’s infancy I have alled a handmade period, likening it to a handmade garment, strongly and carefully fashioned by painstaking hands. Every- where upon this early fabric is visible the hand of man, and, equally with his, the hand of woman—an able, patient, toil- yuughened hand. For in those times much more than now, the unit of the nation was the family—and the family was largely a handmade woman’s job. Practically all forms of activity centered there. Each fam- ily produced its own food, clothes, and often furniture. Educ ational and religious instruction were included in the daily régime. Even the amusements were home- made. And the controlling force of each one of these small solar systems was woman; she was the center and sun. Round her the en- tire mass revolved; she furnished the light and the heat. If what woman is after is opportur ity to develop to the full her personality, then the handmade home of handmade America before 1840 offered al- most ideal conditions. In the different sections the family life took different slants according to the envi- ronment. Thus in New England— a small, losely knit homogeneous community, very ear to the culture and polities of Europe, yet with a quick and jealous pride in this new land of promise—there was reared up a brood of stalwarts of whom we are justly proud to this day: statesmen, dip lomats, jurists, editors and writers whose brains could—and did—compare favorably with the best b : of Europe. In the South the big plantations—with an entire community dependent on the energy and organizing power of the mis- tress—took the youth out-of-doors into sgricultural pursuits. The period was pa- triarchal—and matriar chal. The mothers of the South bore large families, guided the domestic destinies of a household, black and white, as large as a village; they were rulers, producers, artisans, economists, ad- ministrator And in addition, perhaps to an even greater de gree than their sisters of the North, they kept hand in hand with the THE SATURDAY careers of their husbands and sons, not for- getting also to preserve the more elusive and fragrant qualities of Koo Koo, which have rendered the women of the old South famous for their beauty and grace and charm. In the West, also, the family life, crude, robust, vital, was the center of power. Thus in North, South and West the same general proposition held true: The strength of the nation lay in its fami'y life; the strength of the family life lay in its women; and the strength of the women lay in the fact that they were developing to the full those constant and essential elemen of the feminine energy which are their best gift to the nation and to man. This is by no me ans to be taken as an argument that woman's sphere should al- ways be circumscribed by the home. It depends on the home. It depends even more on the position of the home in the stream of historical time. It depends on how that stream is being shaped by external factors, by inventions, di coveries, and the | application of mechanical agents to modern life. The greatest revolutionary mec chani val agents in America, the agents which wiped out and obliterated this early period in hich family life attained its finest flower; agents which alte red and remade us from the ground uy; which changed our systems of trade, industry, finance, education and modes of thought; which made us as re- mote from our ancestors as if they had been the citizens of fabled Greece and Troy those mi ighty mec} anic al transformers of a nation’s type of civilization were steam and ‘oal and iron. When this triumvirate of forces struck the stream of American prog- ress it so deflected the current that famil life, along with everything else, took on a different slant. Wornen as individual units had no more to do with the change in the family life which supervened than had in- dividual men. The three Titans were the responsible agents. When a minor force meets a force majeure there are three courses of action: The tirst is to get out of its way; the second is to fight; the third is to swim with the tide. What the American woman did in face of this force belongs to the second part of these observations on the stream picture of her development. Here, in this first period, we are only concerned to point out that the age was handmade, the family life powerful, and woman's per- sonality developed to the full. Colonial Views on Suffrage In formal political life, it is true, she did not figure to a great degree; no doubt, she could have figured more with benefit to all concerned, But at the particular time it did not greatly matter, for her own circle was so extended that her powers and capa- | bilities were all engulfed therein. Her con- tribution counted just the same. In nine of the thirteen original colonies woman had a right to vote in municipal and state af- fairs. That right she lost when the Federal Constitution was framed, it being deemed, rightly or wrongly, that the matter of suf- frage belonged to the states. And the states, when it came to remaki ing their con- stitutions, did not confirm her rights under the colonial administration, and thus they lapsed. That some of the early American states- men took a liberal view of the subject is evidenced by the words of John Quincy Adams, who in defending the political petition of the women of Plymouth de- clared that ‘“‘women are not only justi- fied, but exhibit the most exalted — when they do depart from the domes circle to enter on the concerns of their coun- > try, of their humanity and of their God.’ So much for political rights. As for occu- pations, outside of matrimony, itis recorded that up to 1840 only seven kinds of employ- ment were open towomen. These consisted of teaching, nee ‘dlework, keeping boarders, working in cotton mills and in book bind- eries, typesetting and household service. Compared with the wide range of women’ occupations of the present day this seems a limited list. But looked at from the angle of the develop ment of woman’s constant and qusontio’ characteristics, those du acteristics which are of pect uliar value the state, the period is significant. The psyche element in her nature had prac- tically full swing. She was contrib iting to the nation her best gift along the lines of her maximum power. 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Hastings Stabilizer THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Our experience 1s your profit Forms devised and manufac tured by Baker-Vawter are far more than just so much paper and ink. ‘They are the result of vears of specialized study of accounting problems. They embody the experience of thou sands of firms that had to meet problems similar to yours, Wouldn’t you like to talk to one of our men? Phone or write today. BAKER -VAWTER COMPANY , ' Why Not Have Your Ford Complete? I Stylish Glass Rear Curtain Lights NIGHT DRIVING A PLEASURE INSTEAD OF A NIGHTMARE we” Hastings Expansion Tire Carrier RASTINGS-.. Manufacturing Co. Hastings, Michigan Dealers: Send for catalog of our complete line s Loose Leaf &’ Steel Fi ling E guipment June 19,1920 GRAVEY (Continued from Page 13) easily enough that the thousand had come into the possession of the smug and placid Esaw Flemmin. Stylus did a little careful thinking. Then he did a little more. Finally he besought Florian Slappey. “Florian,” he said quietly, “I wants you to do me two favors.”’ ‘Done with you,” retorted the immacu- late Florian, who owed Stylus a trifling matter of twenty dollars “HW hat they is?”’ “Tell me fust off,’’ pursued Stylus, “is you one of these heah spirumtilists?’ “Says wh ich?” “‘One of these heah which b’lieves Esaw Flemmin is got a telyphone cinnection with heaven?” ‘Nossuh,”’ snapped Florian positively, “T ain’t!” “Good. Now fo’ my two favors: The fust one is will you keep yo’ mouth shut *bout it?” **Bout what?”’ “*Bout the secon’ favor? “Yassuh, Brother Willuby, I will.” “Well, then the secon’ one is this: Esaw Flemmin thinks he’s ‘bout the hes’ pool player in the world. I wan: you to vagel him into a pool ane an’ lose this heah money’ and Sty lus handed over thirty dollars to Floriar ‘to him. All the time you keep a-tellin’ him what a swell pool player he is. An’ when he’ you outen that thutty dollars you siggest that he plays with me on account ink I’m a swell player, but 1 y ain’t as good as him Florian nodded, and the fai eginning of a gr n twisted the corners is mouth. **An’ then ‘An’ then,” finished Stylus, “‘w’en I finishes with Esaw I mig} sibly loant him his pants to go home in.” Two hours later the b: , were racked for what proved to be the | game of the Slappey-Flemmin set-to. "The air of Bud Pe — ; place was heavy with the smoke of cheap cigars and che pe r Turkish ciga- rettes. A huge crowd had jammed about the table, and side betting was rampant Prominent among the spectators was Stylus Willuby, who stood hunched against an adjoining table, silent for the most part, but occasionally spewing forth a comment which made Esaw Flemmin squirm. Florian was beginning to entertain doubts. Instructions or no instructions, he had come to re lize that Esaw Flemmin could spot him ten balls and beat him ina twenty-five-ball game. And he had a dark and horril ine picion that even then Esaw was playing under wraps. The final | game was for ten dollars. Esaw broke and missed his ball. Florian, play- i well above form, ran eleven. Esaw chalked up his cue ¢ nd clicked off twer ty- five straight The crowd applauded. Florian racked his cue. ‘I ain’t in yo’ class a-tall, Brother Flem- min,” he remarked. ‘‘What you'd oughter do is to play some reg’lar player like’n to srother Stylus Willuby!” A hush settled over the crowd and all eyes focused on Stylus zu gentleman shook his bullet head in negatior **Nos uh, bovs pool with no feller Flemmin doe Esaw swallowed hook, line and sinker. He was enormously pleased with the adula- tion of the spectators and, as had been = ee a misinterpreted Stylus’ hesita- tion.’ Ar i here, ne reflected, 01 er the green cloth and under. the bright lights, was a golden opportunity to humble once and for all the obnoxious Stylus. Esaw planted himself before Stylus. “You ain’t scared of me, is you?” he taur ted. ‘You shoots a pretty good game, grunted Stylus. ‘‘Co’se I shoots a good one too, ‘Bet you ten dollars you cain’t beat me.” Stylus shook his head. too much.” ‘Five.” Stylus hesitated. Florian nudged him. ““Whyn’t you be a spoht, Stylus? Five dollars ain't gwine put you in the po’house?”’ Stylus turned and doffed his coat. “Gimme a cue, Bud,” he said to the proprietor; and as Bud turned his back he grinned. There is a certain peculiarity about all pool rooms which is most manifest in those lone cleaned i gwine shoot no h shoots like Mistuh “Ten dollars is resorts frequented by the members of the Afro-American persuz asion, and it has to do with the town champion. It was show- ing itself now. There was not a man about the table— barring the victim—who did not know that Esaw Flemmin was in for a thorough trim- ming. There were many who liked Esaw ind disliked Stylus, but not one of them opened his lips in warning to Esaw. This is the unwritten law: “‘When a good pool player gits him a fish let him land him!” They were standing back, their attitudes indicating clearly that in their opinion Stylus wan the victien beine led took 1ughter, their indifference supe arbly simulated. The balls were racked, the game started. It was a close game and an exciting one. Esaw took no chances. He played his best, and in that particular game his best was geod enough to win. Stylus offered an ali “It I hadn’t of missed that easy shot on the eight-rock I would of won,” he said. Ki iw chuckled to himself. ‘‘Want to play wnethe r?” ‘Yeh! You said it.” gee won the game on an apparent uY id the contestants were financially usaw spre: ad two tens and a five on table ‘That much says I wins the ‘ . next game Stylus covered the twenty-five dollars. ble? edStylus. “I’dou ighter a chance to win my losin’s back. Fifty dollars, and Stylus won. Esaw was peeved; he was as yet blissfully ignorant of the fact that he was being successfully played for a sucker. Hund’ed?”’ he asked. Stylus nodded. Furt thermore, Stylus won, and was one hundred and twenty-five lollars ahead of the game. Again he had layed his man carefully, selecting a three- ‘ushion shot for the winning ball, which ressed Esaw as flukish. ‘Two hund’ed?”’ challenged Esau. ‘Nothin’ doin’,” negatived Stylus. ‘Hund’ed dollars is enough.” “Piker!’’ choked Esaw, producing a hun- dred dollars from the thousand-dollar roll which had been intrusted to him by Mural Gettins. Stylus began to extend himself a trifle. He won that game by a six-ball margin and was two hundred and twenty-five dollars to the good. “You i * than two hund’ed dollars winner, M stuh Willuby,” raved Esaw “How ‘bout playin’ me one mo’ game fo’ two hur d’ed?’ Stylus shook his he id “Too much money. Hund’ed d Dy Florian Slappey ~~ no che ap skate, Stylus. velvet. Stylus allowed himself to be persuaded Two hundred dollars a side was wagered next game. » crowd about the table had become a lense dark mass. The faces were eager, yet impassive. No hint was dropped the floun- dering Esaw by way of reminder that he was in for a thorough fleecing. The mass psychology of the spec tators gave esaw the ression that Stylus was playi: ig Over his 1 he ad and was certain to crack. saw entered that game supe tbly con- Stylus broke, called the far corner ra bank shot beneath him. He made » ran three more. Then he missed. saw sighted round the table, ran seven and then bobbléd a set up. Stylus found him elf se wed « ‘omple tely and tried a safety which failed to work. His ball rolled a fatal quarter inch beyond the spot he intended and left the table wide open for Esaw. With eighteen to go, Esaw quickly clicked off twelve. Then he — i the thirteenth, leaving the score at neteen to four. Stylus chuckled h anolly. And just as happily, just as easily, and with a poolish insouciance almost insulting, he ran off his eeded twenty-one and pocketed the four- hundred-dollar stake Esaw looked up with the first hint of sus- picion. But the suspicion had come too late. Four hundred and twenty-five dol- lars of Mural Gettins’ money had gone. He was forced to continue in a desperate effort to recoup. There was no backing out now. e hour later Esaw Flemmin staggered nto the night. In his pockets reposed the (Continued on Page 185) P i I TY t

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Continued from Page 182 sum of six dollars and forty-one cents, which amount included a Canadian dime. Esaw was up against it and up against it hard. Not only had he lost the thousand dollars of Mural’s money, but he realized that his failure to return that sum would bar him from all chance of getting his hands on the four thousand which she still re- tained. Esaw padded along Eighteenth Street, bound southward toward his boarding house. Birmingham’s Darktown was pre- paring for a night of tranquil rest. Not so Esaw. Esaw’s cosmic scheme had sud- denly gone kerflooie. From roseate out- look the immediate future had become a dull drab thing. Esaw reached his board- ing house, entered his ornately furnished room, tenderly placed high hat on the bureau, doffed his Prince Albert coat and eated himself on the bed. Obviously there was nothing for him to do now marry Mural. And that undertaking was hazardous. Heretofore he had feared Stylus, but only in a physical way. Now he was nauseatingly certain that Stylus had played him for a come-on in the most approved method. That he, Esaw, had been hoist by the petard of his own pool-shooting ego was a realization which came when all else had gone. Prin- cipally Mural’s thousand dollars. Well, Esaw sighed profoundly witha sigh which set his belt buckle to quivering—he would marry Mural and depart from Bir- mingham before the inevitable exposé. After all, the lines were not so terribly hard. Men had done worse than marry a pretty widow with money. Esaw was still trembling at recollection of the pool session through which he had just come. Many times in his career he had sent the ivory balls scampering over the table with ten or even twenty-five dollars at stake. But two hundred dollars a game! Pool history had been made in Birmingham! The front doorbell jangled suddenly. Esaw straightened. There was something ominous in that particular ring at this par- ticular hour. Then he heard voices in the hall and his door was flung open. A man entered. The door closed. The man stood for one split second with his back against the door Esaw visioned a gentleman whose enor- mous size and square jaw betokened im- measurable brute strength. He was roughly a suit which had long since seen Save dressed ir its best day 3 He wore upon a big head a cap of purplish plaid, which hung at a e. Tremendous apish arms He menacing a wung eas at his sides. too easuy eemed to fill the entire side of the room. Twice Esaw opened his lips to speak. They were dr and his tongue refused point nk to function. The man before him spelled trouble with a capital T, and Esaw knew it —knew it instinctively by the that beaded his pudgy ent cold w riggles of appre- ng up and down his spine. the tableau ever so perspirat little face and hension cavort For per held Ther ger moved, But that ile little movement of the body betokened annihilating power. Esaw again trie 1 to peak , al d succeeded ] g a shrill little “Oh!” the voice of the stranger filling the cramped haps half a minute slightly. oni in em And then boomed into the pace With appalling son isness ‘*Mistuh Esaw Flemmin?”’ “Y-y-y-y The monosyllable would not out and Esaw bobl t affirmative. I a fa ‘You is Esaw Flemm “Wh-wh-who says I ain’t? ga ped Esaw ‘“Who says you is? Doe yu? “Tis; yassuh, I is.” ‘““Ha!” The dialogue became sickeningly static. The stranger said nothing For perhaps two minutes he continued to say it. Then Esaw broke; | voice, piping shrill with hysteria, puncture i the silence. “Who you is »” The eyes of the big man narrowed. The head was shoved forward by a bull-like neck. The lips opened and a name came forth like a knell 0’ doom. “I is Clemint Gett . ““Clem-Clem——”’ head from side to side - wabbled his “Oh, my Lord!” “T is Clemint Gettins!” THE SATURDAY “No!” Esaw put out a pleading hand ** Please suh—you is daid.” “Does I look daiu?”’ “*Nossuh, b-b-b-but Mural says r “Is anybody ever saw my body? C’'n anybody swear which was buried was I?” “T ain’t knownothin’. Oh-h-h! Lawsy!”’ Another nerve-racking silence, broken by the newcomer. “T is jes’ gotten back.” “Back? Fum where?” “From where I been at, over to Memphis. I ain’t so big n’r strong like I useter be.” “Y-y-you ain’t? I—I—I don’t wonder that injine di’n’t hu’t you.” “No injine never hit me. That was some other feller.” “Insurance comp’ny says you is daid “That ain’t daidin’ me none, is it?” “No-o, but ” “They ain’t nobody knows I is heah.”’ Esaw pricked up his ears hopefully. ‘“‘ Not even my wife. But I hearn “bout you ca’yin’ on fummadiddles with her an’ sayin’ you is been talkin’ to me in heavum. I come straight to you.” “‘Wh-wh-what you is gwine do?” Esaw bent forward eagerly. The stranger laughed harshly. “‘Ise gwine step on you, cullud man, an’ sqush you.” And then Esaw came to life. He was on his feet in an instant, pleading shrilly with the returned husband to spare him. Esaw knew that his game was up. What bothered him was that it was up so high that it bade fair never to come down. He recog- nized that this was his cue to get out of town and stay as far out of town as the diameter of the earth permitted. He didn’t have a chance, and he realized it poignantly. With the physical presence of Clemint Gettins to give the lie to his psychic pretensions, even the adoring Mural would be more than likely to doubt. And with her faith in him destroyed and news of his thousand-dollar pool game with Stylus bruited about, there was small chance that she would swallow any story about his having invested her money else where And thereupon he bent himself to the task of placating the bloodthirsty husband of the Widow Gettins. He argued, he pleaded, he cajoled. And finally the big man nodded. “TI gives you fo’ hours to gitten yo'se’f outen Bummin’ham,” was his ultimatum. “‘Tf'n at the en’ of that time you ain’t went, then you is gwine be where you thunk I was at.” Esaw whirled, seized his suitcase and commenced piling clothes into it. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the big man thinking. Finally the other spoke. “IT wants a writin’.” “*Bout which?” “The feller which was tellin’ me "bout you an’ Mural also tol’ me you had some money of hern. I wan's that money or I wan’'s a writin’ you ain't gotten it. They’s mo’n li’ble to be trouble with the *surance comp’ny when I tu’ns up livin’.” For a second Esaw contemplated argu- ment, then he saw the futility of such a He didn’t know how much the stranger knew or how easily his ire might be roused. He seated himself on the bed, produced a gold-filigreed fountain pen and went to it. After ten minutes of arduous labor he handed over the writin’. Sayltr course. “My dere mr. Clemint Getins: this is to say on account you is hear And ant ded that all what i said bout you been ded is a lie and i ant been takkin to you in heven at all becoz you was not there. also where yore wife thinks her money is—it ant there neether. yrs. respeckfuly, ““EsSAW FLEMMIN.” Clemint read the letter and grunted. Then he handed it back. “'Pain’t enough.” ad 9” ’Tain’t enough which? “Say sumthin’ "bout you is what you done with the money More literary effort, and this appeared on the end of the letter: a fake; also “P. S.—iisafake. iant got no friends in heven at all And ant never spoke to them. also yore money which i had i gave it to stylus willuby.” EVENING POST BUELL Fhe Buell Whistle combines in one mechanism the maximum of simplicity and warning efficiency. Produced in its present form for the past seven years by an organization that has grown to be the largest manufacturers of auto motive whistles in the world. BUELL MANUFACTURING COMPANY. .. Chicago. . | = 1) = EXPLOSION WHISTLE a WARNS EVERY TIME whi INS TALLA ON THE PACK AS ¥ Gf at MAR Lo | wid Gp. : va 3 ma y 5 5, ih. Fave value in shoes is the true balance between what you get and what you pay for. It must be meas ured by the year, in terms of fit, comfort, style, endurance, satisfac tion; not by the pair. By this test Florsheim values never were so high as now; Florsheim prices never lower. j rfeet fet Flors| O i t I l The Florsheim Shoe Company Manufacturers Chicago

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186 THE SATURDAY Because oil is hetter for the chassis Cut-away view of Model K* Oil_Kipp for Spring Pins and other horizontal positions 7 here is a model ‘'H”’ vertical Oil_Kipp for steering knuckles and et vertical positions Kipp-Adapters fit Oil-Kipps to any make of truck or car Grease is merely a fibrous sponge, the pores of which are filled with oil. After the oil is squeezed out, the fibrous part gums up the bearing surfaces of spring bolts and steering knuckles. This gummed or caked grease prevents a new supply from reaching the bearing surfaces; squeaks, rattles and difficult steering result. Oil-Kipps lubricate spring bolts with oil—heavy oil-——-shot through the drill holes and over the en- tire bearing surface. They replace any kind of lubricating cup, gun or other device. They are small magazine force-pumps that one filling loads with enough oil for a month. By simply snapping their spring plungers the entire chassis can be lubricated in three minutes—with heavy oil. MADISON-KIPP CORPORATION Madison, Wisconsin Ojil-Kipps KEEP CARS NEW inab lity of grease to lubricate for the free bulletin, ‘Silencing the Chassis."’ ULTIOP The Carbon Paper That Gives Satisfaction Thousands haye found MultiKopy to be the best = SI ls If your dealer does not carry them as yet, send Kopp and, at the same time, the cheapest carbon paper. Best, because it makes clear, sharp, permanent copies, and more good copies at one typing. It is clean to handle, too. Cheapest, because it can be used again and again- | does more work per sheet as well as better work. | WEBs | ein stan /@ Send for Samples: of MultiKopy Carbon Paper Multikopy Carbon Paper, and the equally superior s A» Neca nues” Star Typewriter Ribbons, sold by all principal dealers hak the world over. AS i F. S. WEBSTER CO., 335 Congress Street, Boston, Mass. EVENING POST Twenty minutes later, armed with an armistice promise of four hours and pos- sessing in cash the whole of a sinking fund of twenty dollars which had been kept in his suitcase against just such an emergency, Esaw Flemmin started up a dark alley to- ward the Terminal Station. As he emerged into Twenty-sixth Street he bumped into someone. He recoiled from the impact and found himself face to face with Stylus Willuby. The face of neither man reflected any enormous elation at the meeting. Stylus spoke: “Who you runnin’ into?” = Nobody.” “Who ain’t nobody?” “You ain’t nobody—you is somebody.” They stared at one another, and quite suddenly, quite inexplicably, Esaw Flem- min found himself in the grip of an idea. The idea came to him all at once. Unlike most of the ideas which had belonged to Esaw in the past, he didn’t have to think about having this one. It just came— full panoplied. It was a wonderful idea, a stupendeusly marvelous one—an idea so fraught with keen satire, rich humor and good old- fashioned homely revenge that—if success- ful—it promised Esaw the opportunity of departing from Birmingham with shoulders back and head held high with pride. His manner underwent a change. He smiled in a rather oily fashion and his voice came forth mellowly: “They ain't no reason why I an’ you cain’t be frien’s, is they, Brother Willuby?” “Yes, they is,” grunted Stylus, “‘an’ you knows her name well as I do.” Esaw took on a sanctimonious expression. “Pshaw! Brother Willuby, you mis- jedges me horrible. You must think Mural is in love with me.” “‘Wimmin is all fools,”’ snorted Stylus. “Mural ain’t.””. Esaw planted himself firmly. ‘Brother Willuby, I wan’s to see that woman happy, so I tells you heah an’ now that she loves you an’ wants to make ma’iage with you.” ‘““What?"” “Tha’s the truth. Take my adwice an’ go right down an’ see her. Ast her will she ma’y you. She is gwine say yes. Come time she does, you grab her an’ run right off to the preacher’s house. Make a ’lope- ment with her. Git ma’ied right away. Will you do it?” Stylus’ face broadened into a hearty, healthy grin. June 19,1920 “Will I? Oh! Pickled tripe! Jes’ won't 1?” A brief pause, and then: “Brother Flemmin—you is sumthin’, ain’t you?” When the Chattanooga accommodation pulled out from under the huge shed of the Terminal Station forty minutes later Esaw Flemmin was ensconced in a window seat, his mind happy in a picture of the bridal couple, Stylus and Mural—a bridal couple so superlatively blissful that the wrecking of their matrimonial bark at the very moment of its launching was to be ample revenge for the ignominy which had been heaped upon Esaw. He envisioned the end of the four-hour period and the avalanchian appearance of the giant Clemint Gettins. He grinned broadly at thought of the utter extermina- tion which was destined to settle about the shoulders of Stylus Willuby in the immedi- ate future. Then Esaw Flemmin dozed. Back in Birmingham, Stylus was as good as his word. He sought Mural Gettins and suggested to her an immediate marriage She held off coyly. “*S’posin’ Brother Flemmin should hap- pen along?” “He ain’t gwine to.” " _ come not?” “*He’s done lef’ Bummin’ham, an’ he’s gwine to stay lef’.” “Says which?” “‘Heah’s the how of it, sweetness,”’ ex- plained the ardent Stylus. ‘‘When Esaw finished that pool game you is done a’ready hearn about where he los’ that thousan’ dollars of yourn to me, he foun’ yo’ daid husban’ waitin’ there to meet him.” ““Clemint?”’ ‘‘No—not Clemint, but Simeon Brough- ton; an’ Simeon said he was Clemint Y’see, honey lamb, I always knowed Esaw Flemmin was a fake, an’ this heah proves it.””. And Stylus handed to Mural Brother Esaw Flemmin’s confession. Mural deciphered it meticulously. When she looked up her eyes were beaming. “You went an’ thunk of that scheme right outen yo’ own haid, Stylus?” “Yassum—all by my ownse’f. Is you gwine ma’y me?” “Is 1?” Mural snuggled her head on his breast. ‘‘ They ain’t ary woman could keep from ma’yin’ a man with the brains what you is got; specially sence you is proved to her that her daid husban’ is gwine min’ hi own business fum now on!” (— ——— | 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. | en — a a June 19, 1920 SHORT STORIES PAGE The Romance of Tomas Dozal— George Pattullo , 3 Babel— Hugh MacNair Kahler. 6 Gravey—Octavus Roy Cohen 12 The Toad—Henry Milner Rideout 16 To-Morrow— Shirley L. Seifert 20 The Logansport Breeze— Bozeman Bulger 30 The Young Adventuresses— Viola Brothers Shore 49 SERIALS Catching Up— Henry C. Rowland 24 Hidden Profits—George Kibbe Turner 26 ARTICLES The Ruhr Aflame—Will Irwin . . .3 8 Encore Les Femmes!— Elizabeth Frazer 10 } The String on the German Exodus— Kenneth L. Roberts 14 Reconstruction, or Atlanta, for Instance-—-Edward G. Lowry 18 How a Town Comes Back—J. R. Sprague 22 Our Railroads Start Back—Edward Hungerford 29 | DEPARTMENTS The Victory Dance (Poem)—Alfred Noyes. . eee er ee ae 5 Editorials . wen. ea , ‘ ‘hel Sle 28 Everybody's Business—Floyd W. Parsons a ie a 36 Small-Town Stuff 40 Sense and Nonsense 61 The Poets’ Corner 81 | | 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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c Apri Y the glue to bor- 4 tom of leg; stretch the felt over the glue coated leg-bottom; let dry; then cut to shape and thus make chairs noiseless and prevent floor scratching. So easy; co ts so little No one feels at ease in a home that’s ‘out at elbows’; rickety chairs and loose-legged_ tables, torn-edged wall paper and things neglected generally. There is really no excuse for this, it’s so easy to keep things mended. An orderly home reflects an orderly, comfortable mind. LePage’s Glue, the Universal NMlender, has been doing the world’s mending for the past half century. THE Makes any nian a handy man “this Universal Mender” ‘* Mend, don’t spend,” it says. ‘Vhink of the money it has saved; let it help you save. And where nothing else will do but glue, nothing but the best will do so nothing hut the best 1or Vou / Everywhere you'll tind LePage’s at department, hardware, stationery and drug stores. Always keep a tube in the house no waste, no muss, no fiiss - ready for instant use. It keeps to the last drop. RUSSIA CEMENT COMPANY ' Laboratory and Factory, Gloucester, Mass. AGES GLUE SATURDAY EVENING POST HE clean and handy Tube with its always-ther “ h « n Noor preacde LePaging screw in ragged hole that | kk LePaging felt to match stands Also ¢ H r Ash I

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June 19,1920 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST a vr4 \ 4 I. AIZEN “When Dad comes home from the ; 99 office at the end of a stifiing day Its Refreshing Breezes Cool the Home When the thermometer is in the 90’s and There isn’t a room in the house but that there is not even the faintest whisper of a will be comfortable on the hottest Sum- breeze outside—turn on a Robbins & Myers mer’s day if it has the benefit of a Robbins Fan and be refreshed by cooling currents & Myers Fan. of air. Powered by Robbins & Myers Motors, the product of twenty-three years’ experi- ence and skill, these fans are dependable and economical—and just as necessary—in the home as in the office. When it is “Stoo hot to cook’’ out in the kitchen, switch on the faithful producer of coolness—an R&M Fan—and watch the heat waves disappear. Look for the R&M tlag—the sign of a And when Dad comes home from the breeze—on the guard of the fan you othce at the end of a stifling day—and the buy. It is all you need know about a fan. children are hot and tired from their play — greet them with a cool home, made cool and kept cool by Robbins & Myers Fans. Robbins Fans The Robbins & Myers ee a O. For eacaamer Year ae f Quality y Fa 1 { Motors

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