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Volume 199, Number 23 DEC. 4 192600, Norman Rocnwell CHRISTMAS

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SATURDAY EVENING POST Take a letter 2 Miss B yrne a L, President j Sutherland | takes a shot at eorge Burt's economy And right here, George, 1s where consider when buving certain thing I start saying “I told you so.” Four Roofs for instance. years ago, when we decided to build Yours very sincerely, that Morton plant and put you in R. K. Sutherland charge as superintendent, I let you President have your say on the specifications. One item you balked at was a Barrett al ue : . . as yerien 1as proved that a Bar Specification Roof—said you could get eas a . ° 1 rett Specification Roof will show th a root that was O. kK. for less money. ae ee lowest unit cost (the cost per squat Now let’s face facts. ; ; . “ . , foot per year of service) of any roof. We have nine plants scattered over : : , ; ; With a Barrett Specification Roof the owner receives a Surety Bond the United States. Eight of those plants have been built anywhere from eleven to sixteen vears. On those « ight which guarantees him against an plants we have Barrett Specification pense for roof repairs or maintenat 58 Roots. To date not one cent for root for 20 years. repair or maintenance from those eight dd this: Service records on file tell roofs. But what about the Morton of great numbers of Barrett Roofs of plant, your plant, built four years ago this type laid 35 to 45 years ago which with your just-as-good roof ? That roof are still weather-tight—and_ never cost us last year $367.00 for repairs, cent for repairs or maintenance. fk plus damage to stock from roof leaks nally Barrett Specification Roofs amounting to $2160.00. take the base rate of fire insurance: Do I have to point the moral? Sounds interesting? Write The Ba: that cost per vear of service, and wot rett Company, 40 Rector Street, New initial cost, is the important factor to York City. SPECIFICATION ROOFS Ji + "a all rot Sal This column is addressed — to men concerned with School, Factory, or Apartment building maintenance i Ask Ha | i t \y ¢ v? Dol g \; Toon Phe Bar ( t Rook 4 \ . Rocky M | B Roof | S MAIL THIS COUPON TODAY THE BARRETT COMPANY 40 Rector St., New York be ee ee oe oe oe eo oe oe IN CANADA: The Barrett Company, Limited 5551 St. Hubert Street, Montreal, Quebex

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST > i — December 4,1926 Uti Weeass —p ACTUAL VISITS TO P&G HOMES NG; 7 “Please dont call them blouses, mother —theyre shirts” a Pen The largest-selling / } ln } ” m dhnadry Soap in lhe work why it costs so litth P and G _ became populal because it was such a fine soap. It is now the largest- selling soap in the rid, so you can buy it ata price smatier, ounce tor unce, than that of other soaps. i “()* course, Tommy calls them ‘ shirts,’ a | Mrs. SATS, now, smiled Warner,* “but sometimes 1 stil forget and call them ‘*d/ouses.’ He's so grown-up these days that he brushes his hair and changes his blouses without being told.” We were talking to Mrs. Warner about laundry soap. We had met her in the course of a day in Detroit while asking women what kind of soap they used and why they liked it. Hospitably she had invited us into her pleasant, sunny living room and shown us three or four blouses which she had washed for Tommy just that morning. “| always use P and G,” she said, “and it is very easy to tell you why. It gets the clothes c/ean. P and G requires remarkably little rubbing bands and wristbands, sometimes, and places like wel ‘Then, | like to be careful about my clothes. hate faded colors and with P and G my things stay bright and fresh. Take these blouses, for example. *Not ! ai name f cour rac THE WHITE 1 THe SOA They get awfully dirty at the wrist, vet you can see the cufts haven’ t faded. This 7 lavender striped one is over a year old and has been washed just about every week. “P and G is a wonderful all-round soap. I use it for my dishes and all my cleaning, too. Millions of women have found that y P and G is an ideal “‘all-round soap.” Clothes come out dazzling white from ) P and G tubbings with a minimum of rubbing. And they have a fresh, clean fragrance ; ifterwi irds that smells like sun and wind and all outdoors. With hot, warm, or cold water, P and G works beautifully W ashes clothes, or dishes, or bathroom, or woodwork to absolute spotlessne ss. No wonder it 1S the li irgest selling laundry soap in the world! We would suggest that you try it yourself to discover how much real help it will give you with your washing and cleaning. PROCTER & GAMBLI cA time-saving hint from Mrs. Warner “] iron my sheets at the same time that I iron small pieces. I simply place the sheet on the board ready to iron and then iron my napkins and handkerchiefs and other small pieces right on it. As the I keep it moving. This little trick sheet gets ironed, saves quite a bit

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L read and easily forgot- en, like a song hat goes and comes again in memory. I think the reason we love life for itself is be- cause it is not a masterpiece, bu something we can adjust to what we really are, without considering the rules of art or rhetoric. What I ll write will be sha a record of exper- ences not too great or profound to be beyond the wis- dom of the hum- blest man or woman. A masterpiece, in my opinion, is only a good thing if a master in liv- ing writes it, but if he is a little fel- low it is his size. The masterliness of the perform- ance consists in that agination. author does not even spare ing only the mental and animal life of men glamour have faded from the minds of men. substituted for Robin Hood. ue beheve the it mer . = nen na y a new kit f is for por t g the W t { r ot ’ erpret t ¢ r tT eT ‘ ? i aiit i ‘ tsham They ¢ } m L ir it t t t rik 4 Zz é Wit trie ve i i rimordial ima natior They d t know that it 1 lake the - blest t king to terpret the me st Y n Phe io not re that bra Dadly cultured m e no record t giorily w t ; men really are in ¥ gt | (ee , { eve y ogy thing; that it 1dealism, love honest faith vy produce the tad c rs of hu Pr man litle in the SS M word the perfect fit to the dinginess, It is with the gravest trepidation that I lay the scenes of the ugliness and the petit-point meanness of his own im- my latest adventures where so many of these smarter people have lately gone before, teaching and preachir Consider, for example, the first chapter of a lately pop- their doctrines. The shadows of their minds are bounc ular novel. It bears all the earmarks of a masterpiece of to fall upon me. In fact, I now believe they had al literature, but it depicts one of the grossest scenes in ready dimmed my sight before I started upon these everyday life—a pudgy, bald-headed man waking up early travels. But the halcyon period of my memorie in the morning, blowing his nose, going through the whole passed, and I have written so many of them into th process of bathing, shaving and dressing for the day. The Circuit Rider stories to avoid the hysteria of suppress the reader the sight of the spiritual instincts that the readers of these tales alread wilted towels his hero leaves on the bathroom floor. He know how many times I have made an end of one ex belongs to the school of modern fiction which makes a fine ence and started upon another without the prefix of de literary art of dramatizing all those incidents in Nature to account for the next one. There was never any change which we perform, but of which we do not speak in polite scenes, always living my da é hang society. These authors are sophisticated literalists interpret- f circumstances, always bobbing uy x mit really plagia- accompanied by the same old Scripture it mi rists, if you want to know the truth, of the same kind of stuff written ble perversity of a woman determine grow 1 dic in the medieval period with more vivacity and less malicious effort. st her virtue We are producing the same kind of material from which elder romanc- his is the point: If you go on thir g one Ww t A iinw ers like Walter Scott created their heroes and heroines, but the glory and a you live starts thinking like a house afire in the t ect Gerald Chapman has been Corra Harris From a time to sit up, take notice and do a little revising \ ir persona py We are no longer related to life as the bead Recent Photograph. die in the debit column of human souls. If you are teet it of draw is to the wine. We are the transient reporters of ugly hours in living. A Steve —The Home of ing with your times something is wrong. N ne can be that n es Sreernty OF nearer rignt than the majority The atroy oleven a 1 ¢ racte? thousand men and women of our times write more brilliantly than the elder novelists did, they

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4 THE SATURDAY EVENING it only the ulti- nate conclusions that started me off or these idven- tures. The pro which I reached them was devious and inco- herent, as you will ee from the record They are confused and that follows contradic tory, | ke | thinking we do before we copy it cording to the down ac- rules of the best writers and speak- ers. In this con- nection | may as well face the charge sometimes made against me | by critics—that I am not cogent. I am accused of stopping in the midst of a narra- tive paragraph to interpolate sev- eral pages of reflec tions, extraneous matter that inter- feres with the flow of the narrative It is a fact. 1 do that frequently. I

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December 4, 1926 something noble about myself on behalf of those dumb great ones whom we always with us. In short, it is not Nave ac- tually reprehensi- ble to use your personal pronoun if you know how and it all No woman is to use it, ‘omes to this: man ot justified in writ- ing a book, auto- biographical or otherwise, if he cannot cast some kind of friendly light upon the vast liv- ing in this world But if he cuss the adventure of can dis evils of | it with good-tem- pered wit, give i credit where credit is due, even if he merit in if he happiness has no himself; can predict and prove that we move as usual to- ward some “far ne event,” he is justified Wi are all mi- gratory by nature, never domestica- ted except by cir- am probably writ- sae Vii cumstances or ing the tale just Charites, Henry, Lula and Lena Resting at Their Cabin After the Day’s Work necessity. Even to get the chance then we keep our to doit. It is only where you write fiction, make up your heroine and hero, predict beforehand precisely what they will do, that you can keep them busy doing, according to the literary rules of cogency. In real life there is no such thing. You do a deed, dram- atize your love affair or commit a crime. Then you sit down and talk to yourself by thinking about what you have done, or about something else suggested by it. What you think is nearly always more interesting than the ly little thing you accomplished—that is, to an intelligent reader, not a lazy one, who wants to jump upon the horse behind your hero and ride at a gallop through the tale. That sort of thing is hard on the author. He becomes no more than the slave of his play-boy reader, writing a hold his attention and keep him from

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Besides, if a famous novelist belonging to the latest hool of fiction can spend a thousand words telling how a cat looks its tail up begging for breakfast, it does seem to me that a pleasant old person like this writer might

with enjoy the privilege of pointing up a decent little scene by Cogency can rising above it with a few lofty reflections.

be a dreadful thing if you keep on being cogent when you should be decently silent critics of my omplain of the tiresome similarity between the As a matter of fact, the and women are singularly alike, viewed e considerable library of letters con- readers of the Circuit Rider stories proves that they do not write to praise the tale. They must know that it is poor stuff considered from the literary point but from every walk of life they have written to have felt, thought, suffered, bled and died Some work have also been unreasonable enougn tc ves | have lived and published. mer ide. Th to me DY the ves of all irom the in buted as many times as I have, with precisely the same hopes,

defeats and aspirations. And they are comforted to dis- er that the wn lives bear such a striking family resemblance to min his is sometimes a trifle embar- y, bu lact that I do recog: ze a sort of third- cou \ p to the best of them and a strong anti-fam/ly eness to the worst of them. Let any honest man who has cient brava u not a mere confession, but the ery trutl S secre f , and he will be confounded at the cosmop loud of witnesses he raises who will con- m the record. We e all vain repetitions of each other, playing our erent scenes and under different imstanc An eg 4 pe n with an inward sense of inferiority that fre r eads hin ymit his own personal pronoun and hide behind the smallest numeral noun known to man. He will say, ‘‘One thinks thus and so.”’ This has the ap- pearance of modesty, but modesty is one of those dimmer, doubtful virtues that spring, oftener than we realize, from cowardice, or a sly effort to get the underhold in the argu- ment without betraying one’s identity by literally indors- ing what one thinks. I have sometimes been faintly annoyed by such people. They resent as brazen even the printed photograph of my own heroine pronoun. But im- agine beginning an anonymous ee eee record of yourself as: ‘“‘One”’ was born on such and such a date, or was born, by way of indicating your gender! This is an = affectation that would remove you at once from an intimate relationship to your “she” reader. I have no such finicky feelings toward mine. My bus- iness and only worth as a writer is to stick as close to him as the ticking of his own heart. When I use my old gray- headed, plain-faced pronoun I giveit a gallant stride across the page. I endeavor to enliven it with the wit, wisdom, tenderness and courage those other people have who never publish theirs—all relatives of personal

mine! Now and then one of them draws back shocked and writes to tell me that she never had any such views or feeling. I do not reply, but take a grinning satisfaction in the fact that she recogniz them on the printed page. In any case, what I have said that she denies is the truth for somebody. I sometimes put in ase homely women, or

a sentence portrait of myself to ple I drop the tear of one of my own thoughts to comfort one who grieves, or I say something to interpret the meanest little good woman | might, could or have been, by way of giving tongue to a great many men and women who would like to do the same thing—but never ceasing to pray for a moment of loftier inspiration in which to tell

ed them when she saw Aunt Mary, for Many Years a Member of Mrs. Harris’ Household traveling minds. The man who cannot escape for one day from his labor plans a trip now and then. The weariest woman thinks she will go away somewhere after a while and take a long rest. The only rest or change they get until after the poorest But neither one of them ever goes. funeral is this wing motion of their thoughts. on many a long journey in my imagi overs in half a dozen foreign countries between dark bedtime, especially after a hard day’s work. But the next morning I have gone ation and made stop and 1 was always at my copying the tail feathers of an that | should have spent the remain- der of my life without going out of it for more desk as usual, and My belief now is wings idea

in this valley than a few days occasionally if Nature had her little private one of tragedies by not staged which sheso frequently destroys makes him over with- out taking him into her confi- beforehand aman or dence

During the year 1924 I wrote three ials and passed through farm

drought a severe here without being entirely defeated by either the editors or the weather. I should have been in good heart as usual, hav- ing always enjoyed a sort of ve hemence in living, no matter hard the going but by the end of that year I was out how was: of conceit with myself. I began to feel pathetic inside where we all really live. It is a strictly human by tears, and has nothing to do with your fortune or misfortune—the mood a woman sensation, accompanied oby ious is the matter?”’ tone in spite is in when her husband asks her ‘‘ What and she tells him “ Nothing” which convicts him of some kind of occult guilt, of the fact that he knows himself to be reasonably inno- in a sad, accusative cent. But when you have neither husband nor family to sac rifice upon the altar of your grief it is difficult to react into your normal self.

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My feet hurt me sometimes when I have been for a long tramp through the fields, but never in my life have I known what it is to be tired mentally. For nearly thirty years I

» put in from ten to fifteen hours a day at my desk and finished up with the animation of one who has been on the wing all day. But that winter, every time I sat down to work, mere facts stuck to the end of my pen. It was as if the adder of the commonplace had stung me. I suffered from the virus of those literalists whose veracity can take the pigment out of the loveliest trut} I have no artistic instincts. I am incapable of that ele gant, cold-hearted thinking, out of which the finest litera ture comes. I could never paint « landscape with mere words, but I have what may be called a sanguine tempera- ment toward Nature, and receive my best inspirations from scenes in the open, to be sketched into copy with any words that pop up, as one uses symbols to convey un- speakable meanings. Or maybe I get a lift from reading the will of God in the wind. I have been caught up in it many a time, like a funny old disheveled Elijah in pett coats, thinking about how it comes and goes in changing moods, but the same one that blew in the beginning I am not critic stand—a writer who has held the interest and baffled the the author of Genesis, you under

speculations of scientists and theologians for thousands of years as the greatest chronicler of natural phenomena known to man. Still, if I] had written that book, I should have put in something historically convincing about the wind that must have blown the elements of creation to- gether and been the great scene shifter of that period What a blast that first one must have been that divided the waters from the waters, with these continents of dry land showing up age after age between! The earth split- ting and the mountains bubbling high from the fierce heat below furnished the features and gave the earth its varied countenance, but I am telling you that the wind and weather had a sight more to do with setting tl s in order

There is no science in such ideas, but a fool has as much right to exercise his imagination asa scientist. I am merely explaining the process of intoxication I have practiced as a writer, tanked up on the glory of God, never doing any thinking of my own, always getting inspiration from one source or another on the outside, borrowing my own thoughts from ev

ry man, the wind, Moses and the proph- ets; setting love, hope, faith down to such a tune, helter- skelter, and calling it a book. And invariably I got by with it, for no reason that I can think of, unless it is that many people prefer to have their aspirations doled out to them in some kind of literary powders, and their emotions recited to them in the golden words of another person, rather than hunt the wind and the stars tor the cue to themselves It is a breath- taking business, and I wasnolonger equal to making the ascent. For tne first time in my life I was sane and sober as a judge. What I mean is that I was very dull, incapa- ble of imagining the brighter gar- ments of truth My vocation and higher life in the written word had been taken away from me. Day after day I sat down to my desk, and re- mained there inar- ticulate, like the chiel mourner ata funeral. | always keep the titles of a few short stories on hand like seeds in a flowerpot. 1 tried to bring up one with the sing- ing romance of in- nocent young love. Nothing doing! | | | | | L THE SATURDAY EVENING POST

by ‘ ‘ I re zed ‘ re Cupid, but an arrogant phisticated ing ad j who takes her lovers Just as any other game is taken. Six months earlier no one could have taught me such din ng information about love and lovers! Then I tried out another sto i t M il l ‘ T Lia | 4 I had was of wt n fre lent produ half a dozer f himself in the communit where ¢ t me xg | f i 1 st A the max e thes i ing tera e CSS T I were | t i i ry ‘ i 4 The world is fu f su mor they develop n en i strengt an the perennial go But no sooner did | ivet ing both ways than it was time call the police, which is a inda | nave never come upon betore In my own creative wor

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the flights of noble thought I always make in the interest of the meanest character | dertake to portray After days of scribbling 1 could not mix the best with the worst of him into a savory hero Every time I drew the scratc} of a pen on him he darkened into more and more of a bla guard He had a_ vocative moral conscience, purely orna mental; his very virtues were predatory, if you can imagine suc! a thing; and he retained a light and . oat. joyful gift for rascality —no powers of secret repentance in him which affor«

the writer 1 have always been the best : bod iny grout erst or endea opportunities of interpretation. I could g to shift the responsibility of having never get beyond the damnable deeds ne Corra Harris When She caught mysell writing too many « f the prin accomplished. He had no better moments Was 34 Years Old tive traits into the imp I wa out 1 Otherwise he was an engaging young man reate, but I am setting down a certa 1s thoroughly equipped with brains, romance raptures and ar n for what it worth. Diseases of the mind are and industrious disposition for producing copy his outraged e alwa been more ymmunicable than those of the creator. od We are subject to some r yance ll 3 I had him by the scruff of the neck and could do not} matter. Thede sdance swept like wildfire ih Europe ing with him peculiar to my own way of thinking. I tore n an age when there were m ‘ "4 rY the more t té ‘} t } yidonot byt } est I e Wa it ne eve ¢ t W i é ‘ e of he Continued on

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6 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 4,1926 Letters of a Self-Made Diplomat to Jus President Leningrad, Russia. R. CALVIN COOLIDGE, Newly renovated White House, 1 Washington, D. C, [Drown Care]. Well, I guess you been watching Sectry New’s help pretty close to see if they was bringing a letter up from the ild front gate to you from me. I had a special delivery on in Russia heard it was worth ten cents icked it off ‘his is the town they used to call St. Petersburg. Then the war come along with Germany and they got fraid Germany would capture it, they changed its name to Petrograd so it would fool the Germans and they r-ouldent know what town they were capturing. Well, that Germany couldent find it, and just when the | all his board of strategy was gloating over their ruse, why, a fellow named Lenin found out where it was, and he had never had a town named after him; in this, but a fellow d he | worked fine Zar al clever fact, they had always kept him moving so fast that he couldent tell whether the town was named after him or before him Well, he said, “If I take this town, will you name it after me?” They replied in the affirmitive. So he found it and took it, and now it is named Leningrad. I found it; so if you hear of it being cailed Rogerskofsxzy, why, that will be partly in my honor From what I could gather from the old-time residents be quite a place; kind of a cross between ia, St. Louis and Chicago. It had the drab night life of Hollywood, the color, dash and brilliance if St. Louis and the pistol and rifle fire of Chicago. It is ith of the Neva River; and when I say I mean the mouths of It's plural, and it’s also singular that it should have so many mouths, but it has. It just can’t make up ts mind how to get out of Russia and empty in the Gulf of apital of Finland there, it used to | i lollvwood, Californ situated at the m« the mouth of the the Neva. Neva I am wrong Finland. Nurmi is the Russia's Army is the Seediest:Looking Layout I Ever Saw. They Look About Like a Chamber of Commerce in Evening Clothes Lined Up to Meet Queen Marie The ground is very low under Leningrad; in fact, it’s the only town in the world whose altitude is just exactly 0. There is towns that are above sea level, and there is towns that are below sea level; but Leningrad couldent make up her mind which she wanted to be, so she just split the difference. You have to move twice a day in Leningrad—at low tide you live downstairs and at high tide you move back upstairs. It’s built on poles driven into the mud and clams. Peter the Great settled it, but that is not why he was called Peter the Great. He lost an election bet —the other side spent too much money—and he either had to build a town in some odd place or roll a wheelbarrow around the living room, so he decided on the former. He got even with all the other Czars, for he put a Joker in the 19th Amendment of their Constitution, so they would have to live there. Like our old-time Presidents used to have to live in Washington in the Summertime. Winter starts the first week in July and ends the last week in June. Spring, Summer and Fall are not what you would call long, but they are comfortable—all three days are very pleasant. But with all its flatness, it’s much the most beautiful City in Russia. The streets are all laid out straight and cross at right angles. It has some wonderful buildings and marvelous Churches. It was the Capital of the Country when the Bolshevikis got it, but was so close to the Gulf that they got afraid somebody would come up there with a big Battleship and drop a few shots among the assembled Senators. You know, Communists like to throw things themselves at various Governments and prominent people, but they don’t like the idea of being on the receiving end of anything in the nature of a bomb CARTOONS Br By WILL ROGERS HERBERT JOHNSON The city is much more modern and Euro- pean than Moscow. Moscow has more of the Far East in its appearance, with all of its Mosque-like domes to all the Churches. It’s really ancient, while Len- ingrad has been made to order. The main street is the Nevskii Prospekt. The Soviets have changed the name to the 25th of October. That’s the date of a Revolution They changed the old names on everything that was con- nected with the Czar’s régime. Now when these people took everything over and run everybody out that had anything, they took most of the Palaces and big places that belonged to the rich and made Museums and Schools and Clubs and Public buildings. Of course, they have not been able to keep them up in very good shape, but you can see what they must have been when the old Gang were going good. Course the main one most everybody is interested in is the Czar’s Palace, or the Winter Palace. It fronts out on a great big square, composed of big old worn Cobblestones. It was formerly called Palace Square, and is the one you have seen in most pictures showing the Czar’s Armies and Revolutionary scenes; in fact, just about everything of any importance that wanted to happen in Russia for hundreds of years back had to wait for their turn to happen on this square. And it was in it that the present Government captured it from the Royal régime. It’s Uritzsky Square. He was a Socialist that was killed here They, as I say, always name things after the last man killed there on their side. If you get killed on the side that don’t win, you don’t get the place named after you; but if you do win, why, you can die knowing you had a square named after you, provided you are the last one killed You must always be careful about that —pick your time to get shot. Get these names: The Garden of the Toilers another square is called; then there is the Square of the Victims of the Revolution. One of their bridges is called the Bridge of Equality. This Palace was practically the constant home of the It is now a Museum. Part of it is given over t now called Czars.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST what is called the Revolutionary Museum —more about’ kinder overestimated the importance of our Art {1 Horrors! Museum and M m Tu id's wax that later. The Palace has seven hundred rooms. If a underestimated the importance of people that did mi w would be ire nurse ' parisor young Czar ever forgot the number of his room, he would — thing to help provide Corn Bread and Bacon and cheapen | i-and-thunde it It wa nade i921 and be an old Czar before he found it. The Apartments of the things we had to have Ather Crreece, Was Many everything t Nicholas I, Alexander the I] and Nicholas II are shown as’ with Art. Nowthey ain't eating regula Rome had not Ru in R it but anyl e that ippene they were as historical memorials, including all the big ing to recommend it but art and broken columns till M ( rooms of State. solini come along and made’em all throw their paintbrus! r Bon t anything that would make par Then you come to the Apartments of the late Czar and in the Tiber and go to work at something product Family. It almost looks as if they had left it that morning So, after looking over Ru a, | believe there a nur Vna l t t e, the make a ie All their personal photographs of people we are familiar dred things I could think of to improve them with besid mall amount of material. But | ildent se with in these times, with personal writing on them, are Art. Russians need meat right now worse than they d I t f the i f ‘ i there—a great many photos taken with King Edward, and naked Statues. The thing about al] these Museums the only way the iid get any more there enlargements from what must have been snapshots of when you have gone through one of them you have gone would be to get me more people } 1 Solt various groups of the family. The whole thing looked like through all of them. You take the Hermitage in Leni: the Revolutionary Museum line the im we the rooms in any wealthy man’s home with a family—that grad —which, by the way ne the most famou Progress. They can just load up the Bombs they ¢ is, one that has always been wealthy. Everything was museums in the World; it’s right next to the Czar there now and blow up half of re modern and up-to-date. No big Gold furniture; all things Palace and had an entrance from the Palace. You take it As you enter, there will be a wax-size figure of an old t that you could use in a home today and not attract any and the Louvre and the Metropolitan in New York, and with a Bomb drawn ba ist re to sl at a Cwar out attention. the big ones in Rome and London —they give t rd i Balcor en the e | ed painting They had a Telephone connection, with a little switch man just about all the art he can digest in one lifetime : ver the walls that ke Movie Lithogr “A thing on it that they could connect with the Opera and Russia don’t need to develop so many men who car ng ¢ sack harging Wome ( itt hear everything. paint or sculpture a beautiful, well-rounded human body Continued on Page 222 They had even the Children’s colored Easter eggs, and What they need is somebody that can provide the where dozens of pictures of them on their Ponies and in sleighs. with to fill out that well-rounded body. Los Angeles g Pictures in all kinds of little silver and some just ordinary the right idea. Instead of having yo cheap frames. seven hundred Museums, they got In the Czarina’s bedroom the ceiling and the Tapestries seven thousand filling station are covered with some sort of blue floral design. Her de- If you got a big family, art is a voutly religious nature shows very plainly by the fact that right for one son to indulge in the rooms are full of Icons and many images of Saints. but you want to have the other 12 There were lots of little personal keepsakes that had been to bring home some revenue and given by friends. In the drawing-room is some Louie the feed him and humor him. It 14th furniture given them as a wedding present by King should only be indulged in by Edward. The Czar’s rooms is just about what you would every 13th member of a family, see in a Gentleman’s Apartment today, only a great many and then only after unani- Japanese things— gifts received on a visit of his to the Far mous consent and sacrifice Fast. of the other 12 It looked like these folks, when they got away from the Now we go into the Red pomp and parade of appearing in public, tried to live Museum, which is part like human beings. It was so simple and modest that I the Palace. Oh, Baby, talk doubt if an Oil millionaire or a Moving Picture Star would about a Chamber of have lived in it without having it redone. There is one thing that this Soviet outfit has certainly done, and that is go in strong for Museums. I think there is some 700 museums in the various Cities and towns. They are trying to develop Art, and they have some of the most wonderful art treasures in the world. You see, they all the rich nobility that have had it handed down in families for dozens of generations. Now I don’t know just how far that Art thing is going to get them. Iam not so strong on art myself as a com- modity. I think most countries have not only have the State but all the private collections of ¢ Y ae we f-.. ~ ge en VAD PA “A Sohews oO“ Why, There is Only Two Pair of Trunks in Russia, and They Were Being Mendcu the Weeks I Was There

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8 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST I¢ is Hard to Be a Rich Man’s Son HE Bible says “‘It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to en- ter into the Kingdom of God.” I should like to para- phrase this—‘“* than for a rich man’s son to enter into the business world.” Rich men's sons who may be endowed with a desire to accomplish something in the world do not usually find it easy. Invariably—and I suppose there are many other young men born and brought up in similar circum- tances—-the task of getting a job and keeping it is a lifficult one; difficult for many reasons. America is aland where anyone with enough determina- tion, stamina or “‘go-get-it-iveness”’ is supposed to suc- ceed. America has been built chiefly by men who have risen from the ranks. It is a nation of self-made idols, ilmost any one of whom relishes the idea that he has been able to rise above his less fortunate brethren. America is great and enduring because this system is permitted to exist. / Foreign countries \\ ya = tocracy. Maybe, how- { ever, that is why ( America leads the rest \ of the world in in- + dustrial and financial _ achievement—be- would not tolerate this type of business au- cause she has learned how to tolerate all kinds of things which have in the end made her greater. Men rise from the ranks in this country of ours in a surprisingly short time. They becorne pillars upon which the whole sys- tem of the nation is built. They raise fam- ilies; their children go to schools and col- leges; and sooner or later the girls marry and the boysgotowork. A century ortwo ago, when our earlier families of great wealth were making a reputation for themselves, their male descendants joined the companies which their fathers had founded, and helped them come to the fore. Today industrial activities in the United States have assumed such gigantic proportions that it is difficult for any man, Henry Ford excepted, to rule any business single-handed. Today there are boards of di- rectors, executive committees, and the like, who operate the business enterprises of the land. The sons of the executives of these great modern cor- porations, if they are instilled with a desire for service, find it unbecoming to endeavor to help along that business without first having obtained a groundwork knowledge of the manner in which it is conducted. On the other hand, many of the sons of well-known men, on account of the manner in which they have been brought up, do not relish the idea of beginning at the bottom. Most of those who even condescend to such a thing, give up their jobs long before they have learned the essentials necessary for leader- Dp. A Waste of Good Money 4 [AT is probably a reason why business people generally look with so little favor at the rich man’s son who may earnestly desire to be given the same opportunity in life as the son of the man from down the line. But regardless of what it Is, a rich man’s son, intent upon making a name for himself, has as diflicult a time as can be conceived. First of all, no man burdened with a prominent name is ever given half a chance at anything unless he just forces his way along regardless of the consequences.

Next, no matter how hard he tries to accomplish some- thing, he is confronted by someone anxious to criticize. He is condemned before he has begun to achieve. His most earnest endeavors are ridiculed by people who claim, by his attempting to work, he a is robbing some less y Gs se. ee) wealthy person of a po- f 0 a bf sition.

/ j WT Later, if he has been f ; j fortunate enough to get t j «7 a that far and create his \ <A 4 own business enter- prise, the animosity of his rivals is constantly rumor goes out that this new at work. The By Cornelius Vanderbilt, Jr. ILLUSTRATED BY WYNCIE KING

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I Learned to Detest Money business is no competitor for older, more estab- lished firms, but is, instead, a rich man’s toy, put into being just in order to give the in- dividual something to do, and that whether it is successful or not makes little difference to the founder and his pocketbook. Too, he is beset by people who try in every conceivable fashion to entwine themselves with him and his enterprise. However they obtain entrée makes little difference. The fact remains to outsiders that they are his friends or his business colleagues. For a while even the most hardened of these keeps his peace; but time and circumstances will tell. The professed friendship develops into a grandiloquent scheme of usury; and unless the in- dividual so pressed exerts a powerful will, he is the target of an unscrupulous group of individuals. Further, the rich man’s son who goes after a job on his own accord, should he be fortunate enough to find and to keep that job, will be constantly faced with the fact that his pay check is often lower than that of the man next to him, though they are both doing identically the same sort of work. If he should question this, he will learn, usually, that the firm does not believe he really needs the money, so why should they give it to him to throw away! It is seven years since I made up my mind to go to work. I was just out of Uncle Sam’s Army, having served many months as a buck private in France. Previous to my war experience I had been brought up in private schools and by private tutors and governesses in all parts of the world. I vad traveled an extraordinary amount for a child so young, and I had acquired a lot of book knowledge as well. Of life as it really existed, I knew next to nothing, though I had seen life at its worst in my two years in the Army. My parents wanted me to continue my education, to go through college—I was headed for Yale, and had passed my entrance examinations. After college they thought I might like to try for a degree in an English university. And after that I was expected to enter my father’s business and learn how to take care of the investments in which he and mem- bers of his family were interested. With the true char- acteristics of many of our old-time families, my parents never thought to consult me as to the life they were plan- ning for me to live. But I had ideas of my own. Where they came from is difficult to imagine. Evidently some of my great-great- grandfather's blood flows in my veins. Perhaps, also, my army experience changed my point of view. Regardless, without telling my parents for fear they might intervene, I set out quietly one morning to try to find a job. December 4, 1926 I had been thinking it over for some time. In school and in the Army I had had a good deal of experience editing magazines. I liked writing better than almost anything, and the late President Roosevelt, who was a very good friend of mine, had suggested once that I try to be a journalist. His words were still ringing in my ears when | entered a New York newspaper office. I had no idea who to see or what to ask for. As luck would have it, right in front of me, with his back turned, was the editor of one of the great metropolitan journals. He knew my family well. It dawned on me that if I spoke to him he would tell my family, and my opportunity of getting a job would be lost Sliding Into a Job O I WENT about other means. A friend who had been engaged as areporter on the old New York Herald was about to get married. He had told me previously that his wife wanted him to go to California, but that he could not give up his job without having someone to take his place I sought him out. He told the city editor that a friend of his—without mentioning my name—would fill his place while he went on leave to California. The following day I be- came a cub reporter at thirty AX y,

\ la / dollars a week, in the dark, y dingy old print shop at sr Thirty-fifth Street. It would have been useless to have tried to keep my name quiet. I am, unfortunately, blessed with a face which has been photographed so often that it is recognizable al- most everywhere. Tome theglori- ous privilege of ; being independ- ent, of earning my way through a process of brain and bodily en- ergy, was about P the most wonder- ful thing on the y 4 horizon. I was F not worried then yw concerning the consequences or the pitfalls that awaited me. I did not know in those days the things I know now—of the hardships to be faced, of the toil and the sleepless nights just because I happened to be a rich man’s son. At home that night I said nothing. Next morning the American press did all the talking that was necessary. Shortly afterward my parents summoned me, and I was told, with no mincing of words, that I would be given just twenty-four hours to resign my job. To the ordinary individual such treatment is difficult to understand. It was to me, even though I knew my parents better than anyone else, I could not understand why they would not be proud of me because I had wanted to work, to add to the annals of American life and letters something that might live as long as the name and the fame of my an- cestors. But, no; their decision had been made. It stood iron bound. It was their will or mine. Years and years ago, while returning from a railroad inspection trip in the Middle West, Commodore Vander- bilt, my great-great-grandfather, then president of the New York Central and affiliated lines, was disturbed in the middle of the night by an energetic reporter, who is said to have forced his way into the old gentieman’s private car, as reporters are wont to force their way sometimes, and in- quired for an interview. Awakened from asound slumber, the old gentle- man was not very cour- teous in his reply, whereupon the re- porter, using a bromide amongst newspaper- men, said that ‘“‘the public were demanding to know some- thing’’; and the commodore Y&Y

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replied, ‘The publie be damned.” It was a who newspaper- man that phrase, and since that time those have gone around the world; they the lips of executives and Often descendants of the old gentle- man have winced coined words are or employes. it their usage; and certain it is that every means under the sun has been used by my family to eradicate them, but Later, as industrialism crept from infancy to its present- day stage, newspapers came into being; and whilst some took the middle ground, others turned the light of pub- licity on individuals and tore to bits the scandalous doings For years my family had suffered with the rest; and though I can conceive of few more innocent old-fashioned people, they had been accustomed to being painted in garish hue by the press of the land. To them, therefore, the press existed in this manner or lost in its race forsupremacy. Asaresult, my family did not believe it pos- le for any man to succeed in the publishing business un- til he resorted to such methods. Constructive journalism of people of affairs. was to them simply a name for something that could never ieved. Newspapers, in their thought, existed merely for the abuse of persons who had acquired wealth. Nevertheless, later in the day I tried to argue with my ily that my joining as an apprentice and learning the be acn in the newspaper field; but my words went into deaf ears. The result of it was that I remained in il newspaper work, but not without the \ greatest animosity x He is no possible from almost every single member 5 wr g of the family. after secur- ing my job my trou- the outside Every day I realized more than ever just what a man had to undergo be- cause his father happened to be wealthy. I learned to detest money. The idea of vast sums of wealth made me thoroughly sick. In my own way of looking at things I was the same as anybody else, but it \ Soon bles on began. did not take me long to realize that the fellow didn’t think so, or if he did, he didn’t like to acknowledge it. othe, The Old Shoe K. OHL, in 1919 managing editor e of the old James Gordon Bennett New York Herald, once said to me, “‘ The joke of it all is, Vanderbilt, that people either fear; respect or despise you be- cause you are a rich man’s son. None of them know you as we do here. If they did they would realize you are more like an worn and tried and worn again—than thesort of egotistical person they expect to find.” But before they knew me on the Herald, I found they were inclined to minimize my going to work. All sorts of exaggerated reports were in the air. It was said that I used a high-powered car to cover my assignments. Rumors were out to the effect that a detective was constantly with me; other rumors that I had gone to work merely as a publicity stunt—as if I had not received enough publicity all my life and craved some more. Some of the editors seemed afraid to give me difficult jobs; the easier assignments crept into my letter box; other editors liked to show off, and sent me on the most unheard of errands. Everyone with an ax to grind seemed eager to whet it on me. At every turn in my new chosen field there was an ob- stacle of some sort, erected, it seemed, by any individual who had it in for the rich man’s son. Many times I was sent off on assignments to places where I was recognized, and where at once I was met with every kind of proposal old shoe other than in line with my business. On one occasion I had been sent to write up an old- i in a little village on Long Island 1ance, fashioned ¢ oiver Ziv THE SATURDAY EVENING POST not far from New York. | ed efore P ‘ began and told the servant at the r tlwa ‘ te He looked me over from head to foot in a most upstage fashion, and must have decided I was too shabby to be admitted to the ballroom; whereu he med me | could get my story by looking through the window I had been at the window for pernaj i Nall ir wher someone inside the r m evidently recognized me A m ment later I was led into the room, where many apologi were offered. The next thing my overcoat was off and I had been pushed to the head of the line and asked to lead the Virginia reel W hether it was hospitalit thet! ight of my unknown host of securing publicity for his dance through the use of my name, | was never quite able to de termine; though I strong] Others sought me out, thinking that through my inex perience in uurnalism they attaching themselves to me Stull others threatened m«¢ bordered personally when I turned up for a story whicl on making trouble for them. On one occasion a prominent man under arrest for murder threatened to bring suit me for the manner in which I tr he was out on bail. I was the American continent to secure an inter of Wales. All my colleagues in New course Vanderbilt got it. We could have, had been Vanderbilt.” But they never took into account that it had taken me five solid weeks of the h: auled him when first cor constantly respondent on the view with the in York said, “Of too, if our name ardest worl imaginable, of disguises galore, of jumping freight trains, of holding telegraph wires, and of every kind of stunt in order to get near to His Royal Highness; and that not once in the whole procedure did I use my name for any favor at all. Another time I was sent to cover a radical leader who was traveling through Canada under an assumed name. I found him in a Vancouver hotel, after a seemingly fruitless search of many weeks. I told him I was a cigar salesman, and we got to be quite good friends. He was going East Just Because I Happened to be a Rich Man's Son iW ‘ pete and 1 panied hin ‘ ; \f , ’ t A ¢ , qule gi ibig st ew irred the United State I did not ‘ wire the Her that I had lostt} man, for | knew the " a r wn there I told Y I nan's sor so i hunts M ng tne Dallr m ol ( f est After the dance w ‘ Parlor Pinks and Society ()' T in the hall he accidentally dropp« ! ‘ ‘ out of his pocket. Lat was that of a clothing shop in the old pa ‘ Ww! Nex morning I went there, asked for him and was ushe little room in the rear where he was sitting. The closed and I heard a bolt snap. The rad t he had known who I was all al tha ce | come after him, he wanted to know what was my game. He drew out a revolver and brandished it menacingly. I t him I represented an American newspaper and that the desired to know about the strike. At first he would not believe me. He thought I was a spy for the railroad which my uncle was president. Then he told me there wa not going to be any strike. He got more d more mer acing in his threats to me, and | was really beginning t At this juncture the bolt was ur ed and some- one came into the room; } out, expecting every moment to hear a t whiz past Out on the street I saw a policemar in my best fren: I asked him to arrest a man who carried a gun and who had threatened me. A moment was in the strong hand of the law, and a the custom of afraid. later my friend, the rad the police, they frisked him. TI ey gave me the pape! ( ad in his pockets to go througl The one I wante “accidentally” slipped into my own pocket. The 7 ~. radical was then arrested on a technical charge / threat to use force. Next morning the Herald carried a complete sched ule of the strike, how the communists would fur tion, and all other details. In New York they said “Vanderbilt got that because he a little bit of a parlor Bolshevist himself, you know Which brings to mir men W oung away from family tic breat i traditions, and do 1 ssipate, are supposed to | tlhe arlor-pink. Mer e] { om ety re L1i' at d t ends, ha nid t t one m iM ‘ t get ut W \ the rest ol ma a“ ustle for an ex ence It does x eem to be gener underst i tha s i wea family imbued with the service idea can follow the midd ground as well as anyone else. The man in the stre PN an idea this young fellow must be a representative interests; his family and friends, that he is a Bols) Few rich men’s s e fort selves escape tne dali) evaient t haps after his picture hi All| of mail come to hand stles mash notes, from bl wistic. It no wonder that most pe S in the iblic eye rese affability of the individual, ever } t on some 1 of note, who calls him by his first name and indignant demands to know why his letters have not been answer Last year just as an experiment I figured up the t amount asked for in begging letters. It aggregated $8.54 676.26, and there were 21,456 letters of request. T year I received more than 19,000 mash notes from women in all parts of the globe, of whom 11,000 sent photographs and complete descriptions I resigned from the Herald, and two wee cured a job on the New York Tim where I; Continued on Page 59

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10 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 4, 1926 Taig LIGHTHOUSE ON LO ACRE SQUARE mo! Bos + ILLUSTRATE DO BY By Thomas McMorrow ERNEST FUHR The Site Was Commanding; a Building Thereon Could Have Been Seen From Afar Off, Would Have Been Seen From Sidewalks Crowded From Gutter to Building Line by People Mostly Come to Gape IS name was Royal MacGregor, but he was better known in the New York building game as Rob toy. A broker with his office in his hat fastened the nickname on him; this man sued MacGregor for eighteen thousand dollars, claiming that thumping sum as on the sale of a house, and he went around 1 i i commissior wailing when the court refused to countenance his grandiose delusion. He received hollow sympathy from the builders and operators, and was comforted with crocodile tears auditors knew Rob Roy, and knew that he wasn’t ecting honest debts go to suit but they liked the broker's ‘kname more than his tale of woe. It had a fine, free ring, a suggestion of ably planned and boldly done forays. It seemed to make of Royal MacGregor a symbol and a stereotype, a fixed quantity and calculable; the dark- gray eyes in his large pale face would look at them there- r less mscrutably His office was down on Wall Street where people get where office boys forgo suddenly and _ hilariously. ric! their noonday hot dogs in the Ann Street Busy Bee for the sake of cleaning up twenty thousand dollars apiece, or even less, and as the fruit of such denial, borrow a nickel apiece at five o’clock to ride home Rob Roy was not in Wall Street of necessity—he would ve been as well placed in Cedar or in Pine, and better in Forty-second. The Stock Exchange was across the way from him, and the Curb Market— looking, as always, like a rowdy chowder party—was carrying on between the littered gutters of Broad Street around the corner, but Rob Roy never put down a bet. He would have ascribed this to caution—he thought he was a cautious and fearful man but it was probably the fact that his own game absorbed him, Then, too, he was always short of money, having only a very few million dollars and every dollar earmarked. He was in the real-estate business, to be inveigled into operating by cunning brokers, going by preference and with confidence into building. His office was a sober little three-room suite that had once housed the business activities of a well-known state official. Rob Roy’s distinguished predecessor had shone in public life. During his term he was one of the most influential officials the state ever had, but he didn’t step out of office to become the finest business man. He failed, honorably, but utterly. His picture, framed in burnished gold over molded plaster, was still on the office wall. It looked resolutely at the safe from which his name had been rubbed; it looked at the solemn furniture of American walnut that had been his, and its gaze was not flustered when it encountered a trace of the auctioneer’s red chalk. There was a presence in the three rooms, and bluffly bawling contractors and calculatedly excited brokers couldn't lay it. Rob Roy, promoter, speculator, forestaller of the city’s space needs, builder of a daring hat spetied foolhardiness to many wise men, but vestry- man of his church and a sober-sided family man, liked his quarters, liking conventions and settled ways. People coming to New York are wont to gape more or less sophisticatedly at the big buildings. Even the native- born raises his eyes once in a while and is surprised to see what's been going on since he looked up last. New York’s annual building program is something like a billion dollars. There is no boom, and yet there are peppy municipalities between Key West and the Golden Gate that don’t build that much in a very good year, and even admit it in private. Visitors walk down streets of dumpy little brownstone fronts, the quaint little domiciles that saved our merchant princes of the 70’s and 80’s from undesirable publicity, and they see a watercourse of granite, and massy portals of bronze, and a curtain wall of Indiana limestone that causes them to crane their necks, and they are before a brute of a building that seems to lean right over them. And there's another one going up there-—and look at that whopper! Fast Side, West Side, all around, shooting up ever faster from the steely blue gneiss of Manhattan. Most of it speculatively built. Rob Roy had his string of speculative builders, men worth from fifty thousand dollars to ten times as much, but willing to make a modest turn on a big job for the sake of his coOperation. His modus ope rundi was simple. He selected a site, sewed it up on ashoe string, exhibited a few penciled figures to the controller of a lending institution and got a tentative promise of a building loan. He then offered the proposed job to his builders, agreeing to go behind the building loan and take a second mortgage for his trouble. Without being ee a ee

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST told, the builder knew that he was paying Rob Roy hand thereby insulting them and making them fee] cheay } It had bee tiate vas Y ed } ker omely; that when he agreed to give his patron a second Eighty-four of them moved out in a huff. Rob Roy fore was natura e. | alling market mortgage fora hundred thousand dollars Rob Roy wouldn't closed a second mortgage on the economist during the wa ‘ g } é ‘ r il, givir eg have more than twenty thousand of his own canny dollars and resold the building during the housing panic at a profit | n the job. But the builder commonly found it worth his of eight hundred thousand dollars; it is a big house f while; there were imponderables. Standing in Rob Roy’s And, oh, yes--he built the Lighthouse on Long Acre is while ‘ West Eight } shadow, his credit was Al; subcontractors didn’t put 10 Square, a building that made people nervous for mont} Street ‘ ts ) hat Rob R | per cent on their bids for insurance. The lending institution they couldn’t imagine what in thunder the thing was for met Mile Hig! ( ed man wv Wa iperinter , didn’t watch him like a hawk for fear he would grab a pay Now, there’s a story. We'll come back to the Lighthouse’ ent of construct i great I I } ment and leg it away. He couldn’t be frightened into rent- inamoment. You know, there are drama and intrigue and first Street job fa en Matt M the builder ing under the market; he wouldn’t make a bum trade human interest in the story of every one of those monstrous his few thousar the “ while he had one of the city’s keenest appraisers at his buildings; they don’t just sprout like sunflowers. If you're footings, but the it Rk I eet. There : ervice; Rob Roy’s private lawyer, Jake Wolf, wasn't interested mildly we’ll look into a few of Rob Roy’s sixty story, too, but it’s not t é overing hopefully around the corner with a complaint or seventy jobs, and we'll start with the Lighthouse, start Mile High—} ght name was Myle levi wa j in foreclosure behind his back. ing at home. He lived up there for years, in a heaven practical builder and no come Among Rob Roy’s jobs was the Ladies’ Wear building, a bound French chateau, and grew as fine roses as you’d humorous sobriquet. He didn't « block front in the West Thirties with a ground area of two want to see, in a garden two hundred and twenty feet above lect; he was bor er in the « | hundred by two hundred, fourteen stories high, and costing the Subway kiosk. It wasn’t such a queer fancy. It’s north of Hell's Kitchen, and lived up in Harlem afterwar y fourteen hundred thousand; the cost is genuine prewar. dqueerness that incites a man to live on the street level in’ in his own brownstone front. He sunt mal Jim Moore, the builder, took a quarter of a million dollars New York, getting traffic officer’s headache from the six-foot-four and able to carry a sac} ement eithe cold-cash profit out of that job, and promptly sank it burned gasoline, eating smoke, deafened by the infernal dir hand like a bean bag. As he cou t get a unior without trace in a job of his own. With that dizzy profit in and airing his wash upon a fine flat roof the New York building trades, he w eda 1 building his fist, and with Rob Roy a hundred and a quarter richer ob Roy had not been a practical builder, as practical as handy man, and learned how the ng tuck t for doing just nothing —the phrase was Jim’s——Jim decided builders say who are wont to go home to their wives with gether, from water tank to fabricat ‘ lie wa that he was easy; and so he was. His next job was a five- plaster on their brogans and brick dust in their hair. For worker, having gone to the right He used to story walk-up in the Bronx that matter, neither were Joe and Leo Bangs practica tubs of mortar ar oads of Mike Murtagh, the Rob Roy put up, under one of his dozen aliases, the builders in that sense, and those boys share pretty equally mason, and Mike was one ne ce to wor Three Theaters building on upper Broadway, a structure with the New York Central the credit for today’s Park for. In those days a brick xtex ire { having a two-a-day vaudeville house on the street floor, Avenue. None of the Palermo clan—the group that built brick into the wall or was given his time; we and a moving-picture palace upstairs, and an open-air more big West Side houses than anybody else-—-ever held not, he was given his time fir anywal In those | show on the roof for the summer. Another of Rob Roy’s a union card; one was a physician, another an architect, day to stride up ar A ke a | jobs was the Hohenzollern—prewar—a fourteen-story and so on. The man whose name occurs to a real-estate ring at the fort) ellows whe 7 apartment hotel filling a whole block between Amsterdam man thinking of New York’s palatially housed garment were hurling it together, firing one of them pe our like and Broadway; that house has a kitchen on every floor. trade used to be a pants maker. Rob Roy appears first in clockwork. Mile High eventua threw up his two-dolla | The ultimate investor was a bit of an economist, and he history as assistant controller of the National Realties, a ob with Mike and went to work for an arch man at twe ; put in a coéperative store to save his tenants’ money, twenty-five-million-dollar pipe dream that went blah in Continued on Page 108 ee Gey tesa, ‘*Going to Build a Shot Tower, Sir?’’ Said Mile High Lightly

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ADAM,”’ THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Lidlg MAGIC OF THE MOVIES By MARGARETTA TUTTLE aid tne udge of the Superior t na day t | had been \ ng nim tne peo ple’s words that he might decide whether one set of wi rd . g ad heen copied without credit from ar other set, “*T hear that authors get a fixed sum forevery word they white Is it so?” “Some writers do, judge. But there are whole days when they cannot think of a single word.” ‘That,’’ de- cided the judge, “would certainly be the time for them to write for tne movies It seems reasonable There are a hun- dred reasons for the days on which you cannot think f a single word, and not on any rea- son among the hundred do you are to dwell. And tnere is no reason at all for the days when your words are winged and come to you sing- Ing These days are magical If a genie says “Open sesame!”’ December 4, 1926 apiece to see it, perhaps not even fifty cents, to pay the picture pri- mates for all their effort, let alone a dividend on their stock. Even if they pre- pare an expensive picture of amazing thrills, maybe it will pull through and maybe it won't. Right here begins the separa- tion from reason. None of the big successes appar- ently are suc- cesses because of any particular rea- son. They : successful because they are. And if they are dupli- ire just cated, as they usually are, the duplicates are of ten failures. Sacrifice ye ALL the pl ture people can do is to tie to some- thing that has made a success somewhere— some story thousands of people have read some beautiful woman the publi wants to see; some man who keeps Some of the Power Boats and Surf Boats Used in the Production of Feet of Clay and the closed door unlatches before you, you do not analyze the words—not, at least, until you face the next closed door. You let your \stinets serve you, and if you have any impulses handy ou tie to them. It is all you can do with magic. The traight-and-narrow path be- tween premise and conclusion has nothing to do with it World Without Reason ( N THE morning | abandoned this path and set foot in this enchanted intry of crowned ngs showering gold on their magiciaris, of heroes and hero- whose feet never touched narrow paths, of romance sep- rated from reasonableness be- ause of incompatibility that ild never be adjusted, like many another voyager on the known, | was entirely un vare of my direction. I had i I had crossed the der between real life and pic i was sitting on the stone ter house | had leased on io mountain. | i nd sold —which ften more difficult—a novel ed Feet of Clay. It had been ed seria and then in I form, where it had gon xth edition did not know it then, but that goes into its sixth t Lior itomat ally mmends motion-picture managers. In their world, where no effect can be counted on to follow any cause it followed before, there is little to tie to in the search for success. If the producer offers the public a charming and deli- cate picture, ten to one the public will not pay a dollar himself in good enough condition to jump from the roof to the cellar in a pleasing way. Sit ting on this stone terrace that was mine as long as | paid my rent, I talked with the only woman motion-picture director in the world Lois Weber. Why there are no more of them is another story, deeply interwoven with Rod La Rocque, Vera Reynolds and Ricardo Cortez in the Beach Scene unreasonableness. Thislady, be- ing my good friend, was reading my new novel, not so much be cause she was my friend, but because she was my guest. She looked up from my novel and said, ‘Why don’t you keep the pictures in mind when you write a story? You could dou ble your returns.” I was not insensible to the doubling suggestion. ‘‘ What,” I asked, “is the matter with that story you are reading, from a picture standpoint?”’ Phere was much, of course, that she might have said. But all she did say was: ‘The hero has only half a foot. In the pic- tures the hero has to be whole My hero had lost the toes of one foot in the war. As he was subsequently filmed it was not half exciting enough for him to have lost his toes under shot and shell. Cecil De Mille had shark bite off his toes. Yes, | saw the shark doit. No, I don't know how he did it, though | was there watching it when it was photographed. I saw Rod La Rocque swimming under water, attacked by a real shark who bit. I saw him bite. I saw it photographed, but I do not ON a i

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| know how it was done. Pomeroy dis it —the man who made the waters of the Red Sea divide on the He can do anything wit graph. If he wanted to make that shark bite off Rod La Rocque’s head done it kept during the magi screen a photo have and a) alive he could La Roeque process. And of course Cecil De Mille was right; it was vastly more exciting to have a shark bite that foot than the 4 other thing; for I saw the other thing too. I saw men torn up by shrapnel and there wasn’t anything exciting about it. It it was so desperately tragic that no one who saw it can ever forget it. It ravaged you. But it would never do for entertainment—for a thing you pay fifty cents to see in was horrible; $ ay order to bring more romance into your life Piss — than is there; or that was what the - Bact ng = picture people thought two years ago, ™ before they had tried it on the pub- hic Now, of course, every picture — corporation is getting out its war pic- ture. It is only another proof that it - doesn’t do to reason in this business me ale On my stone terrace, in my pleas- ant rocking-chair, I deliberated over what it would do to my story to make my hero whole. I concluded that I might have done it had I known it would double my re- turns. But I was wrong. That story sold to the pictures because the hero had only half a foot was different. That part of the story that hung on the hero’s having only half his foot was the only part of it that went on the screen. It takes quite a while to photograph a motion picture; two months is a short time; three months This was new; it is the average. One very hot day in July, when the California sun was beating through glass on the beautiful garden that Bel Geddes designed in the De Mille studio for Feet of Clay, La Rocque, worn with a long day’s acting, turned on me with: ‘“Why in the name of sanity didn’t you make this hero hurt his hand and not his foot? I shall be crippled for life hobbling around this way ten hours a day for ninety days.”’ And I thought of my stone ter- race and my pleas- ant rocking-chair and of what might have happened had I made hero’s feet matc! my Suspense BOUT that 4i time, out on my terrace, there came to me several telegrams asking for permission to sell this story to the agents’ telegrams. I looked on these wires with I exhib- ited them with in- terest, not only to the lady director, but to anybody who would look at them. The lady di- rector humped a shoulder. And then, one day after pictures surprise; shehadgone home, there came a tele- gram that said: “I can sell your story for twenty-five thousand dollars now, and for fifty if you wait.”” And this was so funny to me—not for a moment did I be- lieve it—that I an- swered: ‘‘ You had better wait.’’ THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 4 “~aA |e 8 a | ‘ ‘ « . a / a | j * » " * . The De Mille Yacht, the Seaward Presently, having more writing to do, I went home to do it. But it was not a fortunate f times when I couldn't think of time; it Was one of those a single word. I couldn't 1 had been paid for it ling that overtakes you when you have thought of one no matter what There is a peculiar fee have to get copy done and no words come. You can’t go out and kick yourself with any useful results, though you are tempted to. You frequently write anyhow. It is one of the things that shows itself in novels many present their writers couldn’t seem to find words and so wrote anyhow. After you have done this for a while, takes you to do something that I know female authors who garden a great longing over- shows it has been done of some male authors who catch fish and some Myself, I prefer an oil mop “What wil “Two thousan The floor oi! mop « But all I e source that had ir dollars at once waited. UIG See Was a Le rOnICaALLY « ere The Voice on the Wire NEW YORK i Tuttle a i were What i aia WwW ig? I writing it ‘I am offered twenty-five tl into the telep! or é miles between myst of the distinction t sands, not hundreds The answer was call you back.” T Rod La Rocque and Vera Reynolds in the Bel Geddes Garden Scene Which Was Built in the Studio for Feet of Clay And then, f f and New Yor nev sorely fr aid you he promptness at was the er ther nad said and fifty thousand c ontinued on

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14 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ASIDE AFTIER a Iii two young men were friends, and ‘this not so much in spite of the dif- ference between them as because of it. had been of equal capacities and pow- re must have been rivalry, there might have been jealousy, and there could hardly have been such a union f spirit as did, in fact, exist. They had come together at lechnology, Charlie Trevett from a town in northern New York state, Hugh Manley from downin Maine. The class- room introduced them to each other; their acquaintance loped into liking, and in their final year at Tech they roomed together amicably. l'revett had a brilliant and audacious mind; he had a way of leaping over intermediate obstacles to the solution of a difficulty. Manley, on the other hand, was a plodder Give them the same problem to do, and Manley attacked t with a sober diligence, covering many sheets of paper with complicated computations, thinking with a lead pencil, seeking no short cuts, but try- ng everyroadinturn. Trevett, under the same cir- cumstances, was more likely to light his pipe, stroll about the room, glance into a novel, read the evening paper, fill his pipe again, and finally fling himself down at the desk to seize pencil and pad and rip the heart out f the matter in half a dozen ghtning calculations. He usu- ally finished the task before the slower man, and he was more apt to be right than Manley too. At their graduation he ranked fth in his class, while Manley was hopelessly down in the ruck, floundering along among those who passed but failed of any dis- Linetion l'revett was not inflated by his eminence. ‘‘it doesn’t mean inything,’’ he used to say. “‘It sn't the figures the professors set down in their little books; t’s the figure on your pay check ten years from now that counts.”’ But Manley was immensely proud of this friend of his Charlie has a brilliant mind,” he pointed out. ‘‘ He has genius n him; he can leap over a dif- ficulty that takes me hours to pass. Yes, sir, Charlie will bea big man in ten years’ time. At the top of the profession.” He was as pleased with this prediction as though it were his own fine future he foresaw. Trevett used to laugh at him for this, and he used to say kind things about Manley —things obviously kind. “I don’t see that you've flunked any courses “he reminded the other man. “‘Chances are, in ten years I'll be coming to you for a job.” But they both knew this was mn itsfaceabsurd; both accepted t for the jest it so obviously was, Their specialty was electrical engineering, and the sum- mer after graduation they went to work as foremen of con- struction at the New England Electric Company plant, then being built by Banks and Burgess just outside the ust begun; the plant would require three years to complete. So they took a little apartment f three rooms and dwelt together there. putting their theoretic education to the test of practical usage engrossed, for months, their thoughts and waking hour Manley, as has been said, was a state of Maine man; s home had been in Camden. There was an electrician at work under his direction by the name of Vinal— Arthur Vinal. When Manley first heard the name it caught his attention, for Vinal liaven lies not far from Camden, and Vinals have been state of Maine folk from the begin- ng. Vinal was a youngster, nineteen or so, but he was a nd intelligent. One day Manley spoke to oe 7 ILLUSTRATED BY ROBERT E. JOHNSTON / 3 “ab ‘Just You and Vinal and the Girl There?”’ ‘‘Yes, Just the Three of Us"’ him about his name, asked whether his home had been in Maine “Yes,”’ Vinal told him. “‘Yes, I come from down in Maine. Lived theretill twoyearsago. Livedat Stonington.” “I’ve been over there when I was a boy,’”’ Manley com- mented. ‘‘We used to get a motorboat and go over there deep-sea fishing, down by Isle au Haut.” Young Vinal nodded. ‘We used to go too,” he agreed **My father ran a line of lobster pots down that way; and sis and I used to go down with him sometimes and take some of the short lobsters and make a stew out of them You like lobster stew?” ‘Yes,’’ Manley said enthusiastically. ‘‘ Yes, very much if it’s made right.” ** My sister makes it sometimes,” Vinal said. ‘Once ina while. But you can’t get real good lobsters here. They’re dried out, or something.” ‘You've got to get them right out of the water, to be good,” Manley agreed. December 4, 1926 UCRIE At other times they had other words to- By Bem Ames Wiallliq mas cctv ey pad gt words to mother were dead, that the young man was studying and attending night classes, that he hoped eventually to take a degree. ‘‘ You have to h: one, to get far,” Vinal declared, and Manley nodded “You're wise to go ‘It’s a good thing,’’ he assented. after it. Where do you live?”’ Vinal said he and his sister lived together in a house- keeping apartment in the suburb near the plant. ‘We rent the house at Stonington to summer people,’’ he ex plained. ‘‘And we heired enough from pa so we get along fine. Only I figured I’d get along faster if I could check up the school work this way, seeing the practical side at the same time.’”’ His sister, he added, was studying music at the Conservatory. ‘‘She can’t sing much,”’ he said honestly, “‘but she plays the piano real well.””. And later still, Vinal said one day, somewhat diffidently, *‘We'd like to have you come to supper sometime, if you want to.” Manley was faintly disturbed by this. He was apt to be a lit tle ill at ease with strangers, and particularly with young women Vinal’s sister was, he gathered, young; probably a little older than Vinal, but still not so old Also, Manley valued his eve- nings. Trevett’s persuasions sometimes led him tothe theater but Manley was more apt to stay at home and devote himself to study. There was, he was discoverin; a bewildering amount of literature which a young man of his profession should read; and he was finding, with a certain surprise, that his technical course had only made a beginning, had only opened doors. It was his task obvi usly, to discover what lay be yond these doors, and he was engaged in ex plorations there. But he was unwilling to disappoint Vinal, so he said now, “* Why, I'd like to sometime.” “T’ll get sis to make some lobster stew,”’ Vinal promised Manley realized, with a faint relief, that no day had been appointed, and he hoped that Vinal might permit the matter to rest in this wise But about a week later, on a Fri day, Vinal asked: “*Would you want to come tomorrow night?” Manley felt, after the first conster nation, a certain relief. That would be Saturday night. If he did not go to Vinal’s, Trevett would be sure to insist that they go to the theater; so the eve- ning was lost in any case, and he might as well go to Vinal’s as to some musica] comedy which would serve merely t« tire his eyes. “Why, all right,” he agreed. ‘I'd like to come.”’ So Vinal gave him directions. ‘* You might as well come about six o’clock,”’ he suggested. ‘‘We usually have supper about half- past.” Manley had, during the rest of the day, a faint sense of guilt, a feeling that he was deserting Trevett. And while they were at dinner that night it seemed to him a matter of duty to confess. He put it off, however, till Trevett forced him into the open with some word about a comedy he wished to see. ‘““Well, I'll tell you, Charlie,’"” Manley said awkwardly “I’m going out tomorrow night.’ Trevett looked at him in laughing surprise. ‘“‘Is that so?” he exclaimed. ‘‘Putting something over, are you? Where you going?”’ “Why, one of the men on the job,”’ Manley confessed, flushing uncomfortably. ‘Vinal. You know him. He asked me to come to his house, and I didn’t see any way out of it.””. He added defensively, ‘‘He comes from near my home, and he’s studying at night school for a degree, He’s a pretiy intelligent chap, Cha te — oe e y

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Trevett grinned ‘What are you » embarrassed apartment, and managed Sunday 1 ng é about?” he challenged. ‘‘ Vinal got a sister, has he?’ there, sitting miorta in pajamas wit the > | } ‘Why, yes,”’ Manley confessed. ‘*‘ Yes, she keeps house papers littering the 01 Hugh usually made ‘ ! for him.” browned the toast; for Charlie wa w to rise, and t B Trevett made him a laughing little bow It takes you day he had to be ed a secor e. A é quiet ones,’’ he derided; and Manley grinned and said, and as he opened the paper he asked H } ‘Oh, don’t be an ass, old man.”’ ‘Well, good time last night Hug! ed u Huasset | There was, next day, something almost furtive in his ‘Very pleasant,”’ Hugh told hin And ( ‘ é Ye n \ bearing. Their work ended at one o'clock, and he and up from his cup and grinned DD lar ] Fr ett went back to town together and lunched at the ‘*How’s his sister?’’ he asked He t ‘ ma ‘ . University Club, and played bridge there in the afternoon ‘“*She’s pleasant,’’ Hugh replied monotonously Compar ver here from New \Y bout five o’clock Manley cut out of the gan, and Trevett made a wry face hat usually means they've them after n acat / ‘Trevett, at another table, waved a hand in farewell and gota harelip or something.”’ Hugh felt a si irprise ‘ called Manley shook his head No; 1 she’s attractive Banks and Burg e asked You mé ‘Give her my love, Hugh!” But friendly, too, so you don’t think so much about ; » here?”’ So Hugh departed in hot discomfort, and this persisted she looks. We got along fine. She has a sense of humor Trevett nodded here's rt pening ead here while he pottered about the apartment, choosing a fresh “That would appeal to you,”” Trevett said gravely, and pointed out It'll take another tw ‘ h t | shirt and tie, and while he rode to the address Vinal had they both grinned. Manley’s soberness was a standing plant, and then we be right ba where we begat given him. He found that Vinal and his sister lived in a joke between them. ‘‘ What'd you have to eat he asked rouble with working for a big nst tior mpar three-story apartment house, and upon the top floor, and And when Hugh told him, he exclaimed, *‘ Lobster stew you have to start over every two or three year And the when he pressed the button a girl’s voice came down the Never heard of it are too many ahead o! The Ek \ © peo] tube to his ear. ‘*] like lobster best that way Manley assured n e asmaller € ance ge é Hasset's be “This is Mr. Manley,” he said, choking a little, and he ‘ But most people are like you —never heard of it, or don’t _ telling me thought she chuckled faintly. know how to make it.” W hat’s he doing over here?’ Manley asked unstead | “Oh, do you mind walking right up?”’ she asked. ‘‘ The ‘“*T like lobster,”” Trevett suggested, and grinned He's bee ip at Te getting me t tuff ot elevator’s gone out for the day.” Hugh nodded. ‘“* Maybe I can get them to as 1, t new stunt they’re pulling He’s only been with t And he heard the latch click, and pushed the door and some day,”’ he promised peopie four years, and he's probabl) ge ting te r fiftes climbed the stairs. Her voice, he thought, was a pleasant ‘Just you and Vinal and the girl there thousand a year right now.”’ Trevett laughed, shifted one. She opened the door for him, and she explained that “Yes, just the three of us.” position. “Oh, | haven't decided yet, of course. I'm going Arthur had gone out to buy a pound of butter. ‘There’s ““What’s her name?” Charlie asked; and Hug é to get a day or two off and go over and see them by and |! always something at the last minute,’’ she said, and bade tated, and then said gravely They're always looking for men, Hasset says He added | him come out in the kitchen with her. He followed, and he “Arthur called her Margaret.” with a glance at Hugh, “ You'd better « me along was a little embarrassed to find himself grinning sense- ‘What'd you do after supper?” Manley shook his head uncertainly I guess not. I’n essly; so he sobered his countenance. But he could not *“‘We washed the dishes,”” Manley confessed ‘And not much of a gambler, an adventurer, Charlie I'd } easily sober the pulse that had begun to pound in his’ then we played cribbage.”’ rather stick to a sure thing. I know I can handle this jot j throat at the sight of her. “Three-handed?”’ ‘Anybody could,” Trevett retorted with faint scorr ) “Te,” “That's the trouble with it—no chance to do anything He had, next day, to tell Charlie Trevett all about it. Trevett grinned and looked at his paper; and Hugh I can’t waste time on it, Hug! They had an electric toaster and a percolator in their carried the cups and the butter plates into the bathroom to Continued on Page 190 ab eet po 5 He Had Always Known That Charlie Trevett Could Get Anything He Wanted So the Foursome Became a Twosome. Hugh Took it Philosophically.

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It) THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Rc aeM be DIT # ” a ri , Ke at Acne ie he et Caleb Visualized Life in That House —the Life of This Girt Who Hated Her Tormentor. connected with the political welfare of the commonwealth on the morning of the discovery of the murder and so did not become aware of it until late that night. Jinks Baker informed him of such facts as were patent and of much apocryphal matter already accepted currently as fact. It was all in the way of business that he should do so, for Jinks considered it one of his major duties to note and to report to Caleb all of importance which befell in the young lawyer’s infrequent absences. Curiously enough, there was little which did not interest Caleb. One might not have suspected him of harboring such curiosity, for he was net at all the type of male gossip. But small facts were important to him just as slight symp- toms are important to a physician, and Caleb kept his fingers pressed constantly on the pulse of Luxor. “They found Emery Battle murdered this mornin’,” aid Jinks. “They?” “Lloyd Baxter found him when he fetched the milk. The girl was settin’ on the back stoop awful still, but wringin’ her hands, and Lloyd spoke to her, but she didn’t appear to recognize him; and he went past her into the kitchen and kind of looked around, and there, in that office of Emery’s off the dinin’ room, was Emery deader’n a doornail.”’ “Murdered, you said?” “With a flatiron,”’ Jinks said flatly, ‘“‘and it was layin’ there beside him. And the ironin’ board was set up and the’ was a dress of the girl’s on it about half ironed.” ‘There are deaths that wi ud cause more mourning December 4, 1926 FF Va w#.Ff & & BY ERWNWES FT Jinks disregarded that observation. ‘‘ Yestiddy Emery went to Lawyer Barton to git him to draw up a new will, cuttin’ off the girl with a dollar. Accordin’ to the old will, and the promise everybody knows Emery made to his wife, the girl was to git it all. Barton says the will was to of been signed today.” “If her face hadn’t worn that sullen look,’’ said Caleb, ‘she would have been pretty.’ ‘Public opinion ‘ud ’a’ been with her if it wasn’t for the will part of it. If she’d jest up and killed him because she couldn’t stand his abuse no longer. But killin’ him to git money’s a hoss of a different color.” “*He would be just as dead,” said Caleb. ‘‘ Whom was the money to have gone to under this new will?” ‘Nellie Kaiser,” said Jinks. “The girl id ™ folks said was Emery’s daughter,” Jinks finished the sentence. ““What have they done with the girl?” “She ain’t exactly arrested yet, but they got her shut up in the house.”’ Caleb shook his head. ‘“‘Something was bound to hap- pen there,”’ he said slowly. ‘‘ There were all the elements. But I’m sorry it had to be Battle’s stepdaughter. And a flatiron. One doesn’t like to hear of the flatiron.”’ “I cal’late that’s about all of importance,” said Jinks. “T’ll drive you down or you'll be late for your supper.” Caleb ate alone and in silence. He was depressed. The picture of a girl —a girl who might have been beautiful And He Visualized the Presence of Fear ALEB HOPE was in the state ° snial on tainew not w- By Clarence Budington Kellamed and happy—driven to an act of un- speakable violence was one which depressed him. What, hewondered, could have been the proximate cause; what final unbearable thing ree 8 could have driven her to such a deed? There was the money of course. Men had been killed for money, and by women as young and as lovely as this Carol Deane, but Caleb did not like to think of that dreadful aspect of human nature. If this were the motive, then there could be no sympathy for the girl—no such sympathy as would have manifested itself had she been the victim of such wrongs as drive human beings to madness. And there might well have been some such motive, for Emery Battle had not been an admirable man; his ways had not been upright ways and his thoughts had not been admirable thoughts. The girl’s life, since the death of her mother, had been one which might not be envied, and often Caleb had mar- veled that she endured it Why, indeed, had she endured it? Was it that her spirit was broken and that the power to assert herself as an independent human being had been lost? It was incomprehensible. And if her spirit was so broken, what had caused it to burst into lurid flame? Or had it all been pretense, and had she acted a part and waited and schemed and planned? He could make no head or tail of it. His reflections were interrupted by the waitress, who stopped beside his chair to tell him he was wanted on the telephone. He reared his gaunt height and walked into the office to answer. H ope speaking ‘ 1»? 6 Polol Hello,” he said Calet —- — Ca a ten sae

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “This Rooney,” Sala a VOIce “Marty Rooney | “A fatal positior Caleb said i le j ‘ hope I’ve not called you away from supper, but Seena ‘You mustn't say that Seena Rooney said pa ! I int he } insisted I should call.” atel) You mustn't be like all the rest of them She d uid Seer “Yes,” Caleb said noncommittally “The fact said Caleb, but Seena interrupted \ et us be elementa Ise iw Ca “Will you be in your office this evening mperiousl) ine t ‘ ent, M R ‘ ew t nece “In half an hour.” Facts have nothing to do with it be found ir ent 1 ju rY mig } ‘“*Seena and I will be there, if we may.” Caleb lifted his eyes to look at her and frowned egard your eferences in su matte Her « | “Very well,” said Caleb; ‘‘at eight o’clock.”’ ‘Just a moment, my dear,” said Marty Hope, we ashed, but e did t answe Next " He returned to his table with a new puzzle. What did want you to undertake her defense. A woman a prett ementa we are compelled to admit me Ba | Marty Rooney want of him—and his niece Seena? Was woman always has a chance before a jury if he ast lead and that he w é this to be some new offer to join forces, some fresh scheme handled adroit \ ‘ me ind lual wv Wu ‘ id ‘ of Rooney’s carefully disguised? He could not help liking Oh,” cried Seena, “‘you think she did it too! I know Rooney, even though the man’s ethics were not his own; youdo! You said you didn’t, Uncle Mart here was though Rooney was more or less of a rascal, he was a Now, now,” Mr. Rooney said patient); ust ke He was killed aid Cale me \ had pleasant rascal, not without his admirable qualities. He your bonnet on, my dear I'm prepared to unde eason to W leath — that is 4 motive -and lifted his shoulders and addressed himself to his rapidly take whatever expense there shall be,”’ he said to Caleb meone who had the portunit trike t blow cooling meal. Having finished his pie and coffee, he saun- ‘Why?” Still no answe tered to the office and waited Marty flushed, then smiled ‘I assure you I have W b les Ca 1) Promptly at eight the screen door opened, and Marty motive in this which you need suspect tunit } Rooney, handsome, meticulously dressed, debonair, en Caleb glanced at him sharply and nodded We é A hundred peopl tered, with a girl at his side at whom Caleb did not look that point pass,”’ he said Does the girl want me Motive, perhaps, but not op] init ir as we can Of late he had abstained from looking at Seena Rooney ‘“*She’s beside herself with fear,”’ said Rooney, “‘but the perceive. Carol had what you might call a redundance of whenever he could compel himself to avert his eyes, for thought that you would defend her seemed to quiet her motives and all the opportunities in the world. She could apprehension was growing within him. Much as he dis You suggested it liked her—-for her high-handed conduct, her disregard ‘*Seena suggested it Hie paused upon that word and See natched the mo of the little rights of others, her belief that the world was ‘There has been no confession?” ment t pea D 1 thir ‘ i e planne ordained for her benefit and amusement —he found that he Of course not,’’ said Seena How could she confe Her e wa niu > j a giri could could visualize her in the dark. Even against his will, he didn't do?” lar ama visualized her. He had only to shut his eyes, and there she t know you were a friend of Carol's,” Cale f J ense e had ¥ n and stood before him, a most attractive vision. And women jy in her place must ew \ d played no part in Caleb’s carefully ordered future I wasn’t,” said Seena but everybody's against her have been in any way like tl It wouldn't be natural. A | “Will you be seated?” he said in his lawyer-to-client now.” woman might think of poison or maybe of oting, but voice. “*What can I do for you?”’ Caleb lifted his brows. ‘‘A passion for originality! e no woman deliberately would c} e a flatiror I “It’s about Carol Deane,” said Marty. said ironically be as elementary as you. If tl \ 1 planned murder } ““What interest,’”’ asked Caleb, “have you in Carol “Call it what you like,” she said hotly Will you de then Carol Deane did not do it r ar ther womar j Deane?”’ fend her?” “*Premeditation,”’ said Caleb ul then repeated the ) Marty Rooney rubbed his smooth chin and smiled “Every accused is entitled to his defense,’’ Caleb said. word softly, “ Premeditation.’ ** After all,”’ he said, ‘1 have most of the human emotions, ‘I will defend her-——honestly.’’ He turned his eyes upor They waited for him to speak agai: it he wa and sympathy is one of them. The girl is terribly alone. Marty. ‘But you need expect no jury tricks. I will see thought. Seena became impatient There is no friend or relative on earth to come forward in that she has a fair trial. If that is satisfactory - “Well?”’ she demanded her behalf. And she is in a terrible position.” ** Perfec "said Marty Continued on Page 94 Caleb Watked to Beside the Softly Sobbing Carol Deane Sat Seena Rooney, Holding the Girl Gently. Her Side

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TREE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 4,1926 Lille YOUNGEST BROTIAENR The West and its Share in the National Heritage /“ECTIONAL- ISM isa hate Re ful word. The thing for which it By ALBERT W. ATWOOD ‘*Most of the big things out here have been done in spite of govern- stands is so de- hesitate to admit the existence of ectional differ- ences or view- Rather than delve into points. such dangerous tuff, the subject s usually glossed over by merely as- serting that we are one people and : me country. Is it or vicious to talk of Fast and West, or to treat the Kast as East and the West as West? Nothing could be truer than that we are one people and. one country Similarities the country over far exceed the dissim- ilarities. Unity has long been tri- imphant over dis- unity; we render allegiance to one flag and one con- titution. But there are differ- ences whicn are Hap better faced and A understood than A merely hushed up or pushed aside. Per} aps upon ex- . Taw *) ‘ e¥ ‘ gre, tg then, merely idle as alin ; ae “ag! w& ment opposition,” was a statement made to me more than ten years later by an engi- neer who has been successful in the building of dams and other devel- opment works “The Imperial Valley developed against the ad vice of the Depart- n° Sit. ment of Agricul ture. They said the land was no ‘— ee good. One of the high officials of ee the Reclamatior Service wouldn't & 6: look at the Salt River Valley of Arizona. He said we should have developed the Gila instead of the palit. Plum Pie Se AM a conser vationist, but I don’t believe the East has a right ee, after having mad —— 7 : — an empire of its y own, to conserve - . this country and Xx . * keep it from de ~ velopment. You can’t do anything imination their b R s L) THERN PACIF PHOT and im- e may fade. But most people do not search far to discover even that much, and apparent dif- s continue as live and troublesome issues. The Parable of Uncle Sam’s Sons YO IF we search into the attitude and feelings of the \) West toward the East and scrutinize the relations between the two sections, it is for the sake of promoting national understanding rather than misunderstanding, accord rather than discord. There is not enough of such stock taking. There is not enough time spent by the people of one section in learning the problems of the other. it is just as well, then, at the very start to recognize a persistent feeling in the West that that section has de- veloped as much as it has in spite of rather than be- au By East is meant both the North and South. How many people hold this view no one can say. Perhaps it is only a small minority who be- lieve that the East has actually held back the West. But uncounted thousands would agree that the East does not realize the bigness of the country, does not understand or appreciate the West, and is compla- cently indifferent to its problems. ( “4 of the East very now and then some outspoken Western citi- en arises to remark that his section has not had the me consideration as the East. The case has never en more clearly stated than by Judge Frank H. Short, of California, in a notable discussion with Theo- re Roosevelt at the Commonwealth Club of San Fran- px BY GABRIEL MOULIN, SAN FRANCISCO A Redwood Forest. Above—Construction Work on the Southern Pacific’s New Cascade Line Near Mount Shasta, California to all their share in his estate. Before there had been a March 27, 1911. The sentiment expressed was put chance to turn the youngest brother’s share over to him, t forn a parable the three older brothers exclaimed at what a wasteful, Uncle m had fou Kast, North, South and West prodigal thing it would be to let West have his share and ] e t | the e long ago transferred title demanded that it be administered for the benefit of all four. out here without consulting a forest ranger. Those responsible in the East for these poli cies belong to the I’ ve-got-mine club.”’ An official of a Far Western state remarked that states like New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio and IIli- nois had grown rich by using up their own resources, and now want to prevent the West from doing what they once did. ‘And that is called conservation!” “* As one of the gentlemen expressed it here the other day, they have had their pie back East,’’ said Frank J Hagenbarth, president of the National Wool Growers Association, in testimony before a committee of the United States Senate a year ago. ‘‘They have had their pie. Now they come out here asking us to give them half our pie. I think it is a homely illustration but it aptly expresses it.” The two previous quotations were from residents of Nevada and Arizona; Mr. Hagenbarth lives in Idaho, so the sentiments expressed are not confined to any one Western state. A stock man in Wyoming, in opposing an enlargement of the Yellowstone Park, remarked **Men and women who are not citizens or taxpayers of Wyoming want to convert all of the state into one great park for the benefit of people from all over th« country, but not for the benefit of Wyoming.” “The North American Indian was of pretty muc! the same opinion as our latter-day wsthetic,”’ says an Arizona editor. “ After the aforesaid esthetic skinned the country back East sufficiently, he now feels that he can afford to enjoy scenery and his great flair for Nature—as is.” Or turning to another state—California—a business leader in voicing opposition to an extension of one of the national parks remarked that there are two irreconcilable groups-—-the Easterners, who have no homes in the West and therefore want as much of it as possible preserved, and

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST the remaining resources and te ne pioneers wi had made good where to get As it was, ( done so under repressive conditior Where the West Begins _ representative of general opinion thes quoted statements are, I cannot say. But they noe do disclose a general feeling among widely separated but influential citizens that Western development has been, if anything, retarded by the East throug! the Federal Government's policy of conservation The West which these men are talking about and which I am writing about is, of course, the Far West and not the Central or Middle West. That the cer tral section—the great Mississippi Valley Corn Be region, of which Iowa is so typical — has its own bone to pick with the financial and industrial East is suff | ciently well known. But that is quite another sub ' aie — ject; a very different one indeed } Cutting @ Head Vireugh Vigis Vamser It is true that the Far West and the Central West both feel that the East desires to buy their raw prod- the Westerners, with homes and property there, whodesire ucts too cheaply. But that is where the resemblance ends. you want to know what the Far West t a quick development. In fact, the Far West includes the Central West, as far and populous central states. T! mmittee of twe ‘It is all bunk about our children’s children being de- even as Kansas and the Dakotas, in what it describes as one does not contain a single member from ar f t} prived of their heritage,’’ said a San Francisco banker. the East. It does not regard the Central Western states eleven Far Wester “That phrase became popular merely because Roosevelt as any more sympathetic with its point of view than those its immense farm product suggestionized the country. He didn’t altogether land on the Atlantic Coast The West of which I writ nsist ever California, however, because it had developed before he Ask a congressman from one of the Rocky Mountain or those in the Rocky Mountain, desert and Pacific ¢ came along. Just look for a moment at what happened to desert states what he thinks of the make-up of the Agri- region. It is by far the largest but, taken as a whole, the 4 it. The romance and lure of gold are what brought people cultural Committee of the House of Representatives if most sparsely settled and at present the poorest sect ! to California. Its of the ul discovery was the Story and tra consummation of _— : 7 weitesn thatwe ¢ } the hope of the ted mar world for three ‘ ‘ pa centuries— the ob- ning exa | jective of the th n | conquistadors. geograpt } There was no mo- the We vr | | nopoly on this \ t. Usu gold. the efer t t | “It was open state of n to all, in a virgin even though th country. Thus lo bound it ir came about a flow- ! tang ! ering of every civi- mann lization. At one time there were Forsetten housands of t Frenchmen, and we had the Conu- nental charm of Spain as well. The Orient came in, and Chinamen bulked large in what was an open be d e ¢ field for all.” | = g and ( 2 ; T+ International pe ! _ in a few : J years the entrat gold boom blew up, i ) d ] and men wrote \ eS al books on the illu- sion of California. It is a wonder that most of them did not leave. If they had pulled up stakes it would > 4 ~a Yet in the larg have taken fifty P , hi ; ' § years to start Cali- e Pn’ op te @: ~ a AK J ; : rf Ay aie LEM rw . fornia up again. wet abst : i yw a — 4 Continued on > found . : : ———— But they found A Scene on the New Cascade Line in Oregon, Between Eugene and Kiamath Falls Page 197

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APA wouldn't buy that NR car for three good reasons: First, because he wouldn’t buy that car; second, because he wouldn’t buy that car; third, because he wouldn’t buy tnat It was funny about papa. Here was Fanewood growing up nto a real live town; spreading out along the river like some- thing seized by growing pains; new suburbs marching bravely upstream; new houses raising their proud skeletons and their asbestos-shingled roofs above the willows, making rusty-red marks with their chimneys against the background of faint hills. A new skyscraper on Bank Street! The New Imperial Hotel! A country club and a polo club and plenty of jazz in the air! Oh, boy! Fanewood was awake. America was awake. The wide, wide world was awake and stepping out. The gospel of Rotary was the gospel of the new day se a ~Fanewood Fan!’’ said the large buttons worn by the inspired citizenry at the last chamber-of-commerce banquet. And even in the more rarefied atmosphere of the polo ciub there were polite echoes of the general trumpeting. At the polo club you drank pink cocktails and said, ‘What has New York to offer you that you can’t get right here in Fane- wood?" Sometimes “ Paris” or “London” or even “ Vienna”’ was substituted for *‘New York.” The tone of the polo club was cosmopolitan and very sport ing. Why, there was even some talk of having a polo team! Yes; everybody had waked up except papa. He was still inacoma. Hestill rose at seven 4.M., put on in leisurely fashion his neat blue serge business suit, his high black buttoned shoes, his starched collar and his sober tie; consumed a sober breakfast of fruit, cereal and two eggs boiled four minutes by the sand- glass; read the Fanewood Clar- ion, rose and kissed mamma and drove off to his insurance othice in the sober old sedan that had served him so loyally these seven years past And he never got home from » office till six P.M., except on Saturdays, when he came home

tne at 2:30 to take mamma for a nice little drive. Papa never drank cocktails, never played golf and never seemed to know that he was missing half his life— that is, until Doristold him You see, Doris was his daughter; and by all the portents e should have been a quiet girl. A nice, quiet, rather homely girl, who would go driving with her parents on Saturday afternoons, sitting dutifully on the back seat of the old sedan and thinking perhaps of hymn number 365; the sort of girl who would paint on china and put down crab-apple jelly in the fall. Or aren't there any such girls eft in the world? Kut Doris Weston was one of those accidents that hap- pen. Ona certain Sunday morning, a few days previous to her nineteenth birthday, Mr. James Penny Weston papa—looked across the breakfast table at Mrs. James Penny Weston—mamma—and said, almost accusingly, Allie, did you know that Doris was beautiful?” 20 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST M OJDJEIL

December 4, 1926 By DANA BURNET ILLUSTRATED BY GRANT REYNARD Papa said, rather sadly, ‘| eon a

should have been told of this Oh, of ccurse I knew that Doris was not a homely child—not homely, no. But to discover, all at once, that my daugh- ter 5 “Our daughter,’’ murmured mamma gently but firmly ‘As I was saying, to discover that Doris has become the pret- tiest girl in Fanewood, is— | must admit—a distinct shock to my mind.” Mamma _ smiled ironically ‘‘How did you discover it, Penny?” “Why, Doris told me. She told me herself—last night during the course of a—a con- versation.”’ “She told you that she was the prettiest girl “No, no; not in so many words. No, not at all. She merely gave me to understand that she was, in a way, grown up and—well, she did speak of her looks, though not conceit- edly. You wouldn’t say that Doris was conceited, would you Allie?’’ “She knows her good points,”’ answered mamma. “And why not?”’ “‘T’m sure I don’t know why not. But—well, here’s the gist of what I’m trying to say I wish you'd stop stirring your coffee, Allie, and listen to me!’ Mamma very softly put down her spoon and inclined her ear Papa went on: “‘ The factis H’m Well, I want you to understand right now that | will not buy that car!” “Oh, Doris was talking t

you about the new car again?’ ““Yes,shewas. Shesaidshe’d rather have it than anything else on earth. She said she could see herself zooming zooming, mind you!-——out to the polo club in that kippy roadster and knocking the bystanders for a collection of antiques That’s precisely what your daughter said, Allie, I give you my word. |—er—I memorized it.” ‘“‘And what did you say, Penny?” “I said—well, I said, ‘You would, eh?’ I said. And then I said, ‘Well,’ I said, ‘since no member of this family belongs to the polo club, I don’t see

So She Speeded Up a Little, Swung Her Blue Beauty Around the Curve and, to Her Utter Horror, Saw Standing Placidly in the Middle of the Road Not Fifty Yards Ahead of Hera Large, Red, Ridiculous, Impossible Cow “Why, yes, Penny dear, I knew it.” “Then why,’’ demanded Mr. Weston, “didn’t you tell me?”’ ‘“*But—my soul, Penny, couldn’t you see for yourself?” ““No, I couldn’t. I never looked.”’ “Never looked— at your own daughter!”’ Papa began deliberately to fold up the Sunday Clarion. You know what I mean, Allie.”’ ‘No, I don’t, Penny. I wish you’d explain yourself. Of course Doris is beautiful. She’s the prettiest girl in Fane- wood. Everyone says so.” Mamma’s tone was mild, but there was a solid complacence in her manner that caused papa a vague uneasiness. Also, her eyes questioned him, as though to say, ‘* What sort of man are you, James Penny 19 Weston, after all? what good it would do you to go zooming out there. Ha-ha!’”’ **And what did I say tothat?” sang out a vibrant young voice from the doorway. Mr. and Mrs. Weston turned at the same moment and beheld, with varying emotions, the entrance of their lovely daughter into the sober parental dining room. Doris was up early this morning—it was only nine o'clock. Doris had been up late the night before. And yet Doris looked as fresh and dewy-eyed and glowing as though she had just finished sleeping around the clock. She was slim and buoyant and very blond. Her eyes were blue and shining. Her hair had a natural wave. Her figure was one of those figures. Gazing at her now, Mr Weston remembered suddenly a stunningly pretty girl he once had seen in a musical comedy, a popular prima donna who had come dashing in just like that, with the same brilliant, confident smile and the same toss of a golden head.

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| } And t was Sunday morning too! Papa ighed rattled the Clarion and was completely appalled Well, papa,’’ demanded Doris, floating up to the table ‘why don’t you break the news to mother ‘News!”’ coughed papa. ‘‘What news? What on eartl lo you mean” ‘Why, don’t you know? I thought it was all settled Doris slid into a chair, stretched her shapely gs under the table and sat in an entrancing curve, her n on one delicately crumpled hand. ‘“‘You know mamma,” she said gravely, ‘‘that it’s about time the Westons joined the polo club.” “What?” ‘Doris ‘And also,”’ continued the girl rapidly, “we're going to buy that sport-model roadster, aren’t we, papa?” “No!” exploded papa. ‘No, no, no, no, no! 3ut even i the fury of his denial he had the most disconcerting feeling that he really was going to buy that sport-model roadster. ‘Oh, all right,” purred Doris. “If you don’t want to discuss it nicely ‘But we've discussed it and discussed it a “Yes, | know. And I’ve proved to you every time the subject came up that it was the only thing to do. I’ve absolutely proved it! But, of course, if you just want to be ss and shortsighted and i ‘Now, Doris!”’ breathed mamma soothingly ‘**But, mamma, it’s for his own good as well as mine. It’s for the good of the family. I mean, I don’t see why you should think I’m being just sort of mean and selfish when | suggest buying a decent car and doing something rather progressive, like joining the polo club.” ‘Now you look it here * began papa sternly. When papa became really excited he always started off by saying, ‘Now you look it here.” But in this instance mamma got in ahead of him. As he paused to draw breath and assemble his arguments she said: ** Doris dear, your father and I both understand why you want to do these things, and we're sorry to have to refuse you anything. But the truth is, honey, your father can't afford expensive cars and expensive club member- ships and all the rest of it. He’s going through rather a hard time at the office just now a ““Never mind about that,” interrupted papa, bristling courageously. ‘“That’s my worry. I hope I’m not the sort THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 1m: t ng ‘ ‘ N ( + ur i ‘ bu ea ik it t ‘ ist the me r are |! ng I ) « ‘ 1) talk about \ t I 1imost 1! sul ' D Ss, wi t l A k I’m saying that pay ’ , , on ther KS | w it it t a \ Lit periectiy game to go dow wit ¢ p ve ever | bottom. But I’d a lot rather swim than sink, and I just know that if papa’ll do the right thing he can pull out Mr. Weston leaned tens y across the table Let me tell you, young lady, that I am doing the right thing! I'm doing the best I know how, and I intend to pull out Haven't I practically reorganized the office force in the past three months? up from New York just to bring a little new blood into the 9 business? Haven't I got that young Collender “Yes,” said Doris, attacking her grapefruit, ‘that’s how I found out things. Your young Collender was at the polo club last night. We had a few dances together—quite a few—and then we went out to look at the Big Dipper ““Why,” demanded papa Big Dipper?”’ **Because John ‘did you go out to look at the nterested in astronomy “Johnny! “That's his name, isn’t it? He told me it was his name “Oh, he did, eh? And besides that, he told you that your father was almost sunk! That the Weston Imperial Insurance Company was on the rocks! That the bu atin - ‘Not at all,’’ countered Doris. ‘He was as tactful a could be. But you know, mamma, when a man’s interested in astronomy, and-—-I mean, when his mind’s sort of on the Big Dipper, you can usually find out what you want to know ; It was such a lovely night! So after a while we were talking like old friends, and we talked about the business, and | told him I thought papa ought to step out a little and buy a new car and sort of n the polo club so that people could see how progressive he was. Because you really are progressive, papa. You can’t tell me you're not **Four Thousand a Year Isn’t Much, is It?’’ Doris Inquired of the Silver Mist Veiling the Wortd About Them t Par ‘ Y { | se ‘ } on ‘ He R { rr y ‘ ‘ ) \ I f f n t meet Jol nterested in relig \ hurry a littl Mr. Westor per curve I lo e ess t i N wilderment—his nineteen-year resistible talit vt im gracefu draped and ing thought be merciful to me what he said was Now yu me reason to I ‘ t and fled ne had a ae t Do and € I tne t exquisite evebrows we fte 4 faintly quest rt é Mrs. Westor | yw r 1¢T ng t it t t i t i rmwo } S t t r j | SP( t 1 ‘ s yntented] le hin I y like it r 1 i ye Ww Young Che bim W Wear hymn num! f She wa particular sne wa Ist bel And ther is tne proceede m on the ght re whee ee years along | nts 4imost happene \ eam-co tou ¥ d forced papa to j Continued on Page 8C

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22 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST SEALIED SIz Matrimos Publishing Company, New York. WENTLEMEN: Youwill proba- bly remember me as being the A party from this town who wrote you in August, inclosing coupon as directed, and requesting by return mail your Supreme Revelation Book entitled Matrimos, or Sealed Secrets of the Art of Wooing to Win. And I can only add that in due time this vol- ime arrived, and being well pleased with same, I paid the mailman three dollars plus a few cents for postage as per agreement And that is the way it all began, gentlemen—that is the way it all began. And I should like to state here frankly that I did not send for this book with the purpose of win- ning the heart of Miss Clara Kobus—of whom more later though I will admit I had observed this party once or twice since her arrival in town about the middle of luly. No, gentlemen, I might as well state first as last that in spite of reading the ad I did not take your Supreme Revelation Book altogether serious, and sent for same merely with the idea that 1 would have some fun by show- ing it to a few of the boys. Che book arrived by the afternoon mail delivery, and thus was waiting for me when I returned home from the itfice. But I did not have a chance to look it over until ifter supper, when I took same up to my room and opened t at Chapter Seven, which you have entitled Spiritual Jiujitsu, or Supreme Methods for Gaining the Affection of One of the Opposite Sex. Gentlemen, as | am at present in need of your sincere coliaboration and whole-hearted assistance, I am going to state without any effort at concealment that when I began Chapter Seven I would have broke out into a laugh if I had not been living at my sister’s house with the baby asleep. But, gentlemen, I was not laughing when, three ours later, I laid down your Supreme Revelation Book ind walked out of the house to try to collect my thoughts hough it did not seem possible that by following your simple instructions I could win a girl's heart, yet every- thing had been set down so plain that I was more than alf convinced. I could see now why, in the past, my entimental experiences had been failures and why I had ever been able to interest a member of the opposite sex in myself, even when there was nobody else com- peting \fter walking about the streets for some time and turning over the matter in my thoughts, I decided to drop in at Sam's Dogwagon and have a bite. Bernie Woods was sitting at the counter. | was glad to see him at this moment, because | onsidered him an authority on the question. All the girls liked him and he had the reputation of aving won many hearts “Hello, Bernie,” I said, “‘ how is everything? ‘Everything is Q. K., Al, except that Sam has t too many onions in this Hamburger All lasked, Sam, was to have it Havored. I never Es “Tread Water, Alois. Alois, Tread Water. I Will Save You."’ And Then She Dove in said anything about wanting to annex the Bermuda Is- lands. Sam, it is lucky I have not got a girl just now, or I would climb over the counter and paste you.”’ I thought this was-a good time to introduce the subject, so I said, ‘‘What is the matter, you have not got a girl, Bernie? I thought the ladies all liked you.” “They like everybody,” he said. ‘‘The secret is not in getting them to like you, but in getting them to stop liking you. I have just escaped from my last, and the next one that gets me will have to shoot me first. Some low hound once spread the rumor that where ladies were concerned little Bernie was a curly wolf. Ever since that date I have had to fight off the babes with a club. Some more mustard, Sam.” 3ernie,”’ I said, ‘‘a fellow was telling me that all he had to do to win a girl’s heart was to go after her in the right way.” ‘“What asylum was he in, Al?” ‘*He was not in any asylum,” I answered, surprised. “Why?” “Al, if you knew there was a cyclone sleeping in your cellar would you fool around with a forked stick trying to stir it up?” “No,” I said. ‘If you saw a rattlesnake sunning itself would you rub a lot of powdered snake food on your shoes and then try to attract the reptile’s attention to see if it would chase you?”’ ““No,”’ I said once more. “And if you knew where a tiger lived would you walk up and ring the doorbell and yell, ‘Come and get it’?””’ I shook my head. “Well,”’ he went on, ‘anybody who would deliberately try to make a girl interested in him would do all those ILLUSTRATED December 4, 1926 By Horatio Winslow BY RAEBURWN VAN BUREN things and would spend his spare time rocking a boat in a heavy sea and looking down the barrels of shotguns to see what would happen when he pulled the triggers. The ladies are sure to get you sooner or later, so why hurry the tragedy?” Gentlemen, allowing for exaggeration, the remarks made by Bernie Woods confirmed what I had read a few. minutes before in your Supreme Revelation Book. And on my way home from Sam's Dogwagon I defi- nitely made up my mind to win the heart of Miss Clara Kobus by means of the Sealed Secrets explained in your Chapter Seven. If you were to ask me why I had picked out Clara Kobus I would have hard work telling you. She did not seem to be especially good-looking or stylish. But there were two points in her favor. In the first place, she was a newcomer and did not know me; and in the second place, she did not seem to have anybody to go around with. Thus I thought she would be just right for practice work with your Sealed Secrets. And for my own protection, gentlemen, and so you will not get a wrong idea of me, I will add here, I had no intention of being brutal in the matter and winning the heart of Miss Kobus and then leaving her to her despair I hoped to be able to arrange the breaking of the engage ment, when same became necessary, in such a manner as to leave her with no worse feeling than that which, in the words of the poet, ‘‘resembles sorrow only as the mist re sembles the rain.” Therefore, the next evening, before quitting the house with the intention of getting acquainted with Miss Kobus I read over your Chapter Seven, entitled Spiritual Jiujitsu from beginning to end, and practically committed to mem ory the entire paragraph which you publish under the heading, Supreme Sealed Secret Number One. The residence of old Mr. Henry Kobus, uncle of Clara is at 314 Maple Street, about five blocks from the new Maple Street Bridge. It was 7:30 when | approached the Kobus residence, and I need not say I was well pleased when I saw Clara sitting on the front porch alone. Walking up and taking off my hat, I said, “Is this Num ber 514 Maple Street?” “No,” she said; “it is 314. The five-hundred block is toward the bridge.” “It is so dark,” I said, “‘I couldn’t see the numbers, and for the last five minutes I have been trying to get up my nerve to ask somebody.” “Then it proves I didn’t frighten you off,’” was the reply made in a laughing manner. “No, you had the contrary effect on me. That is cer- tainly a swell front porch.” *Yes,”’ she came back; “reserved seats on sale next year.” “Season tickets are on sale now,” I said, my heart beating wildly as I put into action Supreme Sealed Secret Number One. ‘I have got two of them in my pocket —one in your name and one in mine.” She looked at me in a cold way, and in an un- encouraging voice said, “Really I haven’t the pleasure of knowing your name.” Gentlemen, two days before, this would have taken all the wind out of my sails, but remem- bering back to Supreme Sealed Secret Number One, I merely said, ‘‘ In that case life is beginning oe

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‘Some Low Hound Once Spread the Rumor That Where Ladies Were Concerned Little Bernie Was a Curly Wolf’’ for you right now, because I am going to tell you my name.” I walked up on that front porch with nobody stopping » still talking. me, and at ten o’clock that evening we were i BY THIS time, gentlemen, you will understand that the J present letter is not written with the idea of trying to get my money back on the plea that your Supreme Reve- lation Book was no good. On the contrary, gentlemen on the contrary And | will frankly admit I do not know where I would be today if I had used all your Sealed Secrets instead of confining myself to the First only. And I will recall to you that the secret in question reads as follows SUPREME SEALED SECRET NUMBER ONE Auda ity ana bluff Keep then guessing Let then KNOW : i now good you needles ) pins and Don't be a and then leave them on olet and do be to ipulous about e truth when putting in a good word for irself In love ind war anything goes. And after they realize through and through how lucky they are to have interested you--then the ondering whether or not i Greatest Sealed Secret After I had called on Miss Kobus a couple of times and had given her some unimportant personal information about myself, as, for instance, that I liked to go in swim ming and that I always had the barber leave my hair long on top, I introduced the following conversation: ‘**T hope I won't have to go to Madison very soon.” “W hy not, Alois?’ “Oh, there is a girl there wants me to look her up.” “Well, why don’t you look her up?” “Since I have got acquainted with you, Clara, she is no longer interesting to me. But she can't let me alone.” ‘Alois, aren’t you just terrible?” “Yes, I suppose I am, but a man can’t help feeling the way he feels. I have a good mind to write her a letter and have it over.’ **Aren’t you just terrible, Alois?’ But even at that she isn’t as bad as a couple of girls in Fond du Lac. They practically fight over me to be good friends, They used but since I came into their lives they don’t speak to each other any more.” ““You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Alois.”’ “Is it my fault? All I ever tried to do was just to be polite. I don’t understand why they are always writing me letters and sending me telegrams and presents. Still, | have got one thing to be thankful for.” ‘““What is that?” *T don’t like to talk about it.”’ tell me, Alois t to someone.”’ “Please You will feel easier if you only mnfide THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ‘Well, | would rather tell it t i than to anybody else I know, but very embarrassing. There wasa Janes ville girl who got it into her head I was going to marry er, and whe ‘ uund out different, started a bre {-promise suit. And today n Nyt drawn the suit and admitted in writing that there anything between Was neve us exc that once I let her kiss me Such is the way I went gentlemen, and I do not ha to explain that all these va ous girls in Madison, Fond du Lac and Janesville did not exist and never have existed and were introduced mere to carry out instructions cor in Supreme sSeaied Number One And gentlemen, to employ a slang Supreme Sealed Secret Number One proved t The third time I met Clara I kissed her good tained secret expression, be the goods night, and later in the evening had the pleasure of inscribing on the flyleaf of your Supreme Book Tried Sealed Secret Number One or Miss K forts.” Thus in a brief time, gentle men, I had won Miss Kobus’ entire heart and was beginning to wish I hadn't It is not for me, gentlemen, to knock a girl. I have never done it ir my entire career and I am not going to begin now. Miss Kobus struck me as a nice girl providing you didn’t se« her too often. But to be engaged to her was a little too much. Her idea of a pleasant afternoon was to go in swimming, and as she had won various life-saving and Revelation Success crowned ef swimming contests, the afternoon in the water was mort fun for her than for me. Also, even on land she was full of strength and high spirits and was always throwing sofa cushions at me or grabbing my tie pin or something out of my pocket and then not giving the object back until the next day. It got to be very wearing Moreover, there Revelation Book had opened my eyes our Ise Y Or was something € Supreme 1 all sides I was seeing more attractive girls whose hearts I could eas have won if I had not been tied up wit! Miss Kobus That Evening Clara Was Feeling Extremely Playful and Frolicsome, I ma ’ " the ( W t ¢ igre¢ ‘ Iw i Du ¢ et ‘ etwer O (; eve r ‘ { ‘ t - Wi t ecause | n ve w eat it Ww ” ‘ I if] ‘ ry liow w j ne ige t) te I don't e swet ‘Would et — nice sa Alois? O get 3 a headache Ww Ni JUST it me t I did not like t w me lee en St ] t did Kobu ead of ¢ ng me than eve I be et e Wa where 1 eg move ‘ re ‘ he And | ave 1 tne ‘ \ ( night | ad not i é Ww the nature v I was in ther r Book to see there w: t ect to lose a girls heart a 1 ha came a Knock at the ¢ in ‘Alois ner sa ttle somet! and polish the buttor n r rapidly down. Two minutes lat exhilaration swept over me, and started out to make what I hoped w Clara Kobus It was hard getting down to tl evening Clara was feeling extreme throwing sofa cushions, wrestling house, and what not ‘Clara,” I said final the time ously and look matters square in the ‘What has grave?” “Well,” I said 1 hav statistic the fellow says al one is bunk.” ippened, s, and not niy S “Yes, but how much pleasanter panion in iile s journey t alone Continued on Page Throwing Sofa nan to got Cusht 134 n ‘ a d What wy i a Zz K rT ‘ ry n 4 | r i fear: é iM ( ttache rht . t ma , i le ; Ww ‘ ‘ met y e Revelati e about i t, when tner n-iaWw sal ir eves shir 4 the gia urage ar p my hat ] ist ca Db ause t! qd lics r Da rt tr t ie to ta st , m es rising | aS eapi\ N«

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SAT YE t ’—a young iburn-haired omal ana my ell ) y wit! mve tion and mosquitoes A mudge burned in a corner of the in- soft expanse of the i . Morrison River, a vith an outboard motor, purred toa anding at the quat log buildings of a Hudson’s Bay post, there to dis- gorge a collection syuaws and }{ pooses, and the hind quarters of a moose, which the of the Indian re Village, tlooding , from deal building and tepee greeted vocifer- ously In the room behind us a child played upon a rug THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Tig WN By Courtmey Ryley Cooper ~ Of bearsxin, a new “ee addition to the lit- tle home caused by that everlasting clas! between civilization and the wild. said the young woman at my side, I happened to look up and see something black So I called my husband and told him I thought I had seen a bear.”’ was ironing,” crossing the yard ‘Then”’ I asked. ‘Oh, I kept on ironing,” she answered, ‘until I heard the shot. Of course I went out then and celebrated with my husband and the children.” She said it with a smile, and nonchalantly, this young woman ) had been born and reared prac- the mysticism of the bush, stretching on for miles as though daring one to attempt to conquer it, yet beckoning never- these things seem incompatible. The distances, the lack of roads, give a far-awayness to this new country of which the northern stretches of Ontario and Quebec form a great part; a grotesque country in its aloofness and So far east, for instance, that one can theless; in its geography. reach its fringes overnight from Buffalo, New York, yet so remote that Jack Nankervis and myself a short time ago brush and tree growth; because they are the self-evident things; The North Country of Ontario and Quebec is Dotted With Mountains of Cut Pulp Wood December 4, 1926 W NORTH occupied a full week in travel ing between two points only fifty three miles apart! So old that its his- tory is mildewed, so new that parts of it period of settle- ment, 1912, ers have never date, in a only from while oth- been penetrated it is today’s pio neer frontier, where one may hear airplanes al most any day, yet earn his living from the forest, from the trap and the rifle, even a the settlers of I]! nois and Missour earned theirs a century or more ago Paradox _ AT isonerea son why it hard to explall anotner is the tact that such ploneet country 1s atl enigma to the or dinary persor The cruelty of th bush, the swee p ol the winter winds, the threat of for } waiting until lar can be reclaimed from so muct one thinks of these things first these and the mosquitoes and the black flies waiting to harass the new comer, the danger of illness, the distance from civilizz What Today the New North stands defiant, black bushed, wild, untrammeled; the average person, accustomed to city) may come later is not conveniences, sees no more ideas; taken into consideratior sut the pioneer has ot} that’s what makes him a pioneer. To make the case even more quet the New North isn’t north at all in tically at the edge of New York State, who had taken her college courses in domestic sciences, in mu- nd the languages, and then, who and had found her true happiness in After a moment , e smile faded to an expression of beating the bush. Perversity | WAS wondering the other day,” he said, ‘“‘whether I'd like to go ym i t this fall. They don’t em to understand me—my friends, iknow. The last time-I was there I horrified then | happened to mer that Lloved the North Coun- that two of my) three chil- id been born without a doc- f New > 3 0 I + ng bant ern eage They couldn’t reconcile the two Moving Railroad Building Supplies by Dog Team, in Northern Quebec position the New pioited r le ess es 1 districts of Canada. miles farther south of Dawson City than Jacksonville,’ Florida, York. runswick, well settled and p1 towns, Newfoundland t line with points at the lower end of geographical comparison with other On the west, for instance, Alberta, Saskatchewar 1 Manitoba possess towns, and for even one city of 40,000 or more pe! sons, that are fully 200 miles nearer the North Pole than this place calle the New North. the Yukon it is by several hundred As compared wit ; j Is south On the east New ous, Nova Scotia with its ancient ‘Ss, are relatively north oj parts of the New North districts even the typically Yankee state of laine extends its tip along the ea of the United States to a hat stands on a meridiar North that are now just , , , , explored, surveyed and ex The reason for the remote purely elementai cause country, penetrated " H a | ‘a ‘ i ———

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Canadian N National, onl; however, to lie fallow for ‘ asst } years owing to the war and eeble the its aftermath. But now all " i essed a that is over, and the next ten r H years will see in the New 5 ‘ t i } North a land seriously con- Ame ' ‘ 5 | tending for its place in the erve en if sun. " | Perhaps this district best ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ i could be described as being eed é in its second childhood, for ( ‘ ‘ it is venerable indeed in the t history of the Company of ure , ; } Adventurers, otherwise ‘ ‘ r nic known as the Hudson’s Bay et i | Company. A century is a ure | comparatively short span for é as ‘ ‘ | some of the white-painted i isa at Wa | log outposts which, in the eyed a n é exce twentieth century, are ful- whe e be al acl filling a new duty—that of e det es from the ra forming a nucleus for a dif- et ea " ferent type of growth from etime i g whe the fur trade which was ~ gs e fed a } their original cause for ex- f s worthw , istence. This was fur terri- —— t ia} ere t tory and lumber territory, Building a Railroad Through Sis Feet of Snow in . : i ; nothing else, and for centu- the New North. In Oval—John Keezick, 117 Years Wine I wort . me | ries it existed only as such Otd, and His Wife, 9&, Who Still Go Forth Each Y One mea an Lon But other elements have Year to Trap for the Hudson's Bay Company e d I the y | made their appearance— the ; possibility of limitless riches in the deposits of minerals, a forspotswhere, two years like amount of wealth-in the development of water power ago, there were only the Old John } from the innumerable lakes and rivers which splash a relief trapper and the wander- ) map of the bush country like gusty raindrops upon a side ing Indian. So fleets i 'O the packet went ‘ walk, the call of the insatiable maw of the daily newspaper the world. aged woman, to siump int tilling the streams with pulp wood on the way to the mill, The ancient packet's the floor, a lo the development of railroads to tap districts which in the passengers were wait ng ‘ ! pipe old days formed only the habitation of the Indian, the ing; down the cordu nd tobacco, the long-haire ;’ beaver, the moose and the brush wolf, because that was al royed platform the n aring a match a the country seemed worth possessing. courtly appearing fac- e Knelt besiae er rhe The change which is coming to pass is a romantic one, tor of the post was as- actor wave hand doubly so in the romance of the arriving andthe departing. sisting two aged, bent Good-t Jo} é t | One day in the late summer I climbed through the doorway OjibwaIndians—abuck See you next ng of a greasy, North Country mail boat, to the platform of a and his squaw-—-to the Then he sighed and smiled a } Hudson’s Bay post, and stood reflecting upon the changes door of the boat, while the he turned awa hive which even this chugging, unromantic-appearing craft had crew helped to stow their I say good-l them tet n seen. It was old, this boat, creakily, greasily old as motor canoe, their fly-bitten, I'll never see them again. Bu j crafts go; time was when it had seen no other duties than hunger-weakened dogs, the he spring the Dack again wit to drag supplies across the sixty-mile expanse of a choppy supplies and their traps for t elr pe summer lake; gewgaws for ae r yea Tl the Indians, traps I mt know | and rifles and am- They're gol munition, and in irthe awa the early spring to Three hundre come torth to civ- hile maybe to ilization with the ndred. And he i break-up, loaded A hundred ana with the pelts of [ beaver, of fox and te . }’ ermineand marmot. ind seventes nat i asked Fashion rears. O | in ae RUE, it would here and t} - still carry these act erked things; true also, it thuml was about to fulfill shoulde I; an ancient and tisa } ‘ honorable duty to- i twent ea ward the passen- O j ( gers who waited ame ¢ ve at this far-distant wor three yea | post. But there ate His w ) ety~ t. Whe was a new, a raw ingredient in the uncient ensem- ble: far out upon the lakea brightly painted boat was speeding by, loaded with pros- pectors bound for i a spot 100 miles beyond — to a town which prospectors | had built in last } winter’s snow. In f the belly of the ancient packet it- self were a dozen , Continued on mail bags. bound A River Jammed With Pulp Wood on the Way to the Paper Mills Page 149

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26 DIZUMIOINIDS JIN Tine ROUGE YLVIA paid scant attention to the wind- ing road which Courtney told her was to iS lead up to Mason’s house. She realized that the cream-colored motor car in which they had come from the station had turned in between two impressive stone posts; she approved of the great trees of oak and maple which were fast turning gold and russet in the crisp autumn air; she even said with that automatic making-polite-conversation manner in which he was so adept: ‘I’m glad he hasn’t stripped away the native Long Island trees and had foreign things like Lombardy poplars and Japanese maples put in, aren’t you?” ““Oh, Mason didn’t plan the place.’”’ Courtney glanced cautiously at the windshield which separated them from the trim back of their host’s uniformed chauffeur. ‘He undoubtedly did just what these new rich always do bought the taste and artistic expression of some cultivated devil who had the misfortune to be poor and in need of ready money.’ But Sylvia, like most polite conversationalists, was listening with only a quarter of her attentiveness. When she needed time to think, her method was to ask a ques- tion which she knew would stimulate a response, prefer- ably a monologue; this left her mind free to follow its own thoughts Now she suddenly asked the question around which these thoughts revolved, ‘“‘Is Mason so important to you, Courtney?” “As things stand now, he’s not only the bread and butter but the marmalade also of my bachelor solitude.” His hand came over and touched her light suéde glove. “But oh, my dear, it would be nectar which I could ask a lovely lady to share, if he could be persuaded to give me this new job!” “Have you any reason to think he might?” ‘Not much. And yet I can’t account for his making such a point of my coming down for this particular week- end. You see, they only decided definitely the other day to open this big foreign branch, and everyone’s been crazy to know whom he’ll put at its head. He never chooses men he’s as autocratic as a czar. It will be the biggest plum anyone at the bank’s had for many ‘the way other people do ILLUSTRATED BY THE SATURDAY EVENING POST By Maude Parker Child BARTOW Vv. Vv. a year—there’ll be a huge salary and a house in London— and I happen to know that Mason told the directors he’d let them know on Monday who the man would be!” “And this is Friday.” “Exactly. Now the more I think it over, the more I wonder if it isn’t more than mere coincidence that he asked you down here, too, at this particular time. You’ve no idea how pleased he was when he heard you'd accepted. It was darned nice of you, Sylvia.’”” A smile came over his rather narrow, well-bred face. ‘‘Wouldn’t it be amusing if he made it possible for me to have you, and you made it possi- ble for me to get what I want from him?” Sylvia moved her shoulders in a gesture more of discom- fort than disapproval. She adjusted the gardenias which Courtney had sent her, in the gray-fox collar of her coat. “IT don’t see why he should feel so pleased about my coming.” “Oh, these self-made millionaires think that they’ve got a prize in anyone whose family has lived in New York for two hundred and fifty years.” “‘But compared with most of the people I know, Court- ney, I’m poor, and not even very proud!” “‘T love you when you laugh and crinkle up the corners of your eyes. Incidentally, they’re gray today, not blue a bit.” “Wait until you see me in my new dinner gown. It cost almost the accumulated income of those two hundred and fifty years.” His voice expressed anxiety. ‘‘ You—you won't be funny, will you, Sylvia? I mean, you won't do any of your imita- tions of the wives of famous men, or anything like that?” The car glided around a last curve and the great house of dull-red brick, covered for the most part with English ivy, came into view. Sylvia looked suddenly very young. “But can’t I be natural at all, Court?”’ As they stopped under the porte-cochére, he whispered emphatically, as if in desperate need of making her under- stand all that she might have failed to realize before, ‘‘No! o t MATTESON She Had Never Seen Him in This Mood Before; Appeared Taller and Straighter, and He Had an Listen, Sylvia—he’s the kind of man who has corn cut off the cob and eats it with a spoon!”’ A footman in livery came forward and opened the door of the motor car. As Sylvia stepped intv the hall she found herself looking directly at a tall, lean man in riding clothes. ‘‘ You must be Miss Bradley. It is good of you to have come.” As she took his hand and smiled automatically up at him, even as she went on to newly arrived guest conversation about the charming vista of green lawn and giant trees, Sylvia was wondering why it had never occurred to her that Mason was a young man with nice shoulders and a waistline. She knew of course that in Wall Street he had often been compared to Alexander Hamilton, and that during the past few years he had also been called the Mus- solini of finance; but she had judged from the newspaper photographs after he had made a sensational coup in the market or had been snapped at some horse show, that he was fifty at least. Now she saw that he could not be more than thirty seven oreight. As she looked at him again, she wondered if perhaps it was not his eyes which made him appear older. They were deep-set, and although his smooth hair and well-defined eyebrows were so dark that one ex- pected them to be brown, they were the most surprisingly penetrating blue. As the two men greeted each other she noted the contrast of theirappearance. Courtney’sslightly wavy brown hair and well-modeled nose and chin always caused foreigners to believe that he was a well-born English- man; Mason’s rugged features had the irregularity of the American pioneer. When they went into the long drawing-room Mason's aunt rose to welcome them. Sylvia had assumed, from the somewhat stilted note of invitation, that he would produce as hostess an aunt authentic enough, no doubt, but dressed according to the best stage traditions. She had pictured a frail old lady in black taffeta with a white collar pinned with a cameo brooch. She would be someone who adored her nephew and who, the moment he was out of the room, talked with pride of his great success and of his generosity to her. But when Mason said “This is Miss Bradley, Aunt Mary. This is my aunt, Mrs. Day,” an energetic, bright eyed woman who could not have been a day over fifty-five arose and shook her hand. She said, “I’m pleased to meet you.” He Added Air of Seif«Confidence. He Seemed Another Person From the Man She Had First Known December 4, 1926 = = = ee ;

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] | THE SATURDAY EVENING POST tuted his particular Vaiue Was fis ability to ride to hounds with the conserva tive rich of large in heritance with whom he had been brought up, as easily as he dined or lunched or Mrs. Lacey:Smith Took His Arm With a Proprietary Gesture. ‘‘You Haven't Even Telephoned Me for Two Whole Days!"’ She Said in Her Sweet Childlike Voice Sylvia could feel Courtney’s smile, even though it did not appear on his face. She could hear him describing the scene afterward to their intimate friends, and saying, “‘ Well, in a word she was the kind of woman who said, ‘I’m pleased to meet you.’”” In order to make up for his criticism, even though it was un- expressed, she found herself making an effort to be un- usually gracious. Now graciousness was as becoming to Sylvia’s spirit as soft furs and rose color and wide hats were becoming to her slender face and figure. For some inexplicable reason she had chosen to wear her most feminine clothes. Now, as she slipped off her coat and sat down to tea beside Mason’s aunt, she was glad that she had decided against the smarter but more severe costume which she usually wore for traveling. Even if Courtney’s eyes had not told her so, she would have known that she was looking her best in her straight short dress of rose color with a wide felt hat of the same shade. Sylvia felt unusually important today; she knew there was something childish in her elation at being so helpful to Courtney, but nevertheless she did feel, in prospect, like the proverbial wife who made him. She saw a picture of him arising years after this at a public banquet and saying, “‘T owe all I am to ' Suddenly, as the absurdity of this picture struck her, she laughed out loud. Then she found, as if awakened from a dream, that the others were looking at her in surprise. When she recollected herself she realized that Courtney had just said: ‘‘Sylvia knows them very well. In fact, they’re cousins of yours, aren’t they, Sylvia?” It was at this moment that she had laughed. Desper- ately she thought back to his earlier sentences. Oh, yes, he was talking about the Bradleys, whose estate adjoined Mason’s. “T suddenly thought of the most ridiculous thing that happened at their house once,” she improvised. She went on into an anecdote, for the most part manufactured, which formed part of the conversational equipment of her week- end luggage; in order to account for her laughter she found it necessary to lay the scene in her distant cousins’ house. In the middle of the story she realized that an imitation was coming; there was no way she could stop it now. It was, moreover, an imitation of the wife of a newly rich millionaire. Out of the corner of hereye she saw Courtney’s agonizing look; he had heard the story before and knew the precipice toward which she was heading; nevertheless, she went on. After all, she was not yet his wife. The picture of him saying, in twenty years, to an interviewer ““My success is all due to her’’ faded as she was led on by the passionate attachment felt by the natural-born story- teller for its progeny. When she had finished, Mason laughed heartily; Court ney smiled, but Mrs. Day blinked her bright eyes as if a little bewildered. “I know a lot of women just like that at home!”’ she said. And her nephew roared. “Well, to go back to the subject of the Bradleys,”’ Court- ney addressed Sylvia without looking at her; she recog- nized in his voice the thin edge of possessive disapproval with which husbands speak to wives across the bri table. ‘Don’t you think you should call them up and tell them you're only a step away?” She knew what that meant. Her cousins, two indefinably elegant spinsters of old-fashioned distinction, were sup posed to be the social arbiters of this fashionable section of the Island. By introducing Mason to them she would be paying for her board and perhaps helping Courtney toward his goal. It was a repulsive thought, even though when she had accepted his invitation she had looked upon it as quid pro quo. Mason had money and she had social position; each wanted what the other could give them—or at least she wanted what Mason could give Courtney. It was be ing done all over the world today; she’d seen Englis! women in London pawning their birthright of good breed- ing and the standing of their family’s achievement in exchange for the money of some vulgar outsider. She had been glad that her own income, small though it was, had made her secure against such temptations Now she suddenly wondered if she were not engaged in the same sordid pursuit. Only she was doing it for Court- ney, not for herself. He wanted money; he felt, indeed, that money was his due. If his father had not died so dra- matically his last year of boarding school, he would have had all the money and the leisure necessary for pla; polo or polities or collecting first editions or doing wha ever in his various moods he considered worthy of a gentle- man. As it was now, he had to take orders from men whom he considered his inferiors in every way that counted His position in the downtown bank of which Mason was the president was dependent largely upon the unusual went to Palm Beac! and Newport as the guest of important newcomers. He was called on todo every thing from putting into the newspapers the right kind of pub licity for the debutante daughter of one director, to keeping the a ties of another’s son out of the papers On his side, he craved independ ence. He wanted to have enoug! money to be his own master, whic meant a great deal of money indeed to one of his fastidious tastes. And in order to serve his apprenticeship toward this goal, he had to spend his time, as he phrased it in a moment of bitterness, in licking the boots of the rich Sylvia had been drawn to him ever since he had told her, in a flash of desperate unhappiness, what he really wanted. She had been visiting in Florida the winter before and he had dined on her host's house boat, then been torr away on a night of silver moonlight, to go back and show his hosts the intricacies of gambling at the most fashion able place. She had felt that something of rare fineness ir him—something which could have been produced only by birth and breeding and cultivation—-was in battle against the materialism and coarseness of lesser men’s success She had enlisted under his banner. They had never become definitely engaged, although they had seen each other con- stantly after they had returned to New York, and the; had eventually taken for granted that when he was in a position to marry they would do so. Whe neve! Sylvi i thought of their relationship, she visualized herself marc} ing under Courtney’s banner Mason was saying, “Would you like to go upstairs now?” 1) And a moment later she was following a and-white uniform up to her room It was a delightful room, she saw at first glance, with a wood fire crackling, chintz curtains drawn, and shaded lamps turned on. Sylvia threw off her hat and sat down o1 the chaise longue before the fire, drawing the pins out of her long light hair, even as her eyes looked over the book and magazines on the low table beside her She was susceptible to rooms, and now she was cor scious of feeling happy anda ¢ ymmfortable and rather delightfully ex- pectant in this yne Her bag a strange ieel ing of belor y ing inthisroom The walls and ceiling were painted the ade | é bl - green as tne background of Same s§ delicate She Feit Like a Little Girl Who Has Gone to a Party Expecting to be Admired and is Told There is a Smudge on Her Nose Continued on Page 209

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28 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Oh, Couid Anything be More Wonderful Than to Have Teacher Eye to Eye, Smile to Smile; es cree Oe oe d cen ., 9 Jui. 183 Je the fashionable bees’-nest-stamping Dee je ' Dp beau al og “ goin VY Charleston—the males in their flay Dum-dum! Deedle-dee-dum! He at much d mewn than they come- tum! FaeenortrTrae aeTe a a? P THROUGH the open stairway from the lower hall, asymphony now of red immortelle bells, laurel rope and holiday decoration, floated the snarling sion of the Jazz-Bo Six in the living room beyond, re- enforced by the passion of fifty strong young throats, wide open as feeding robins. Mr. Thomas J. Power, who owned the hallway—and who a would presently go downstairs and hand the leader of the Jazz-Bo Six fifty dollars—leaned against the upper oaken rail and listened to the refrain sarcastically. ['ll say he is,” indorsed Mr. Power. ‘‘I’ll say he’s so dumb he ought to think in the sign language only.” Mr. Thomas J. Power was a good-looking man, grazing fifty, a little grizzled, a little shopworn, but by no means feeble or given to leaning. He leaned now because his feet tle, and his feet hurt a little because it was Christ- and he Was wearing young Eleanor’s Christmas gift, a pair of house slippers of maroon kid, with a handsome pansy painted on each toe. They were not anything he would ave chosen for himself; but since Eleanor had given them to him he had worn the informally, all day. You doa the season of love and consideration dinarily expect to do. rt him was that Eleanor had not got around to buying him a gift until the day before, when, patronizing the shoe shop where he kept the family 1 found they we ut of his size in any pattern ared for, and she had been compelled to charge a pair ize smaller than customary. She had been so shame- 1 and so sweet in her apologies for tardiness—and be- ise she had scandalously run out of funds at the last nute, in view of there being so many presents to get for > crowd—that he had willingly and boldly worn them } 3 he slippers had now become an irritation. Not because they scrunched up his toes—he was willing to H EN RY R scrunch up his toes—but because nobody seemed to notice him doing it; because it was merely taken for granted that he would do it. That’s what ailed Mr. Thomas J. Power, standing at the head of his own stairs, annotating the song that rose to his ear. It was twelve o’clock on Christmas night, and though we all know that Christmas comes but once a year and that it is more blessed to give than to receive, Mr. Power was having one of those dark-brown hang-overs incident to the hour and the day. One of those reactions brought about by what he privately called the annual frenzy, when, wrought upon by weeks of being hustled by orgiastic crowds, by a lot of useless shopping, the disillusion of torn tissue wrappings and a too heavy turkey dinner, a sense of futility steals upon the soul, and the philosophical mind asks whither and why. Mr. Thomas Power, leaning on the stair rail, in his too tight slippers, faced with the price of Christmas and the fact of January first and its storm of bills one week off with more immediately the expensive caterer and the orchestra for this sorority party of Eleanor’s—was asking whither and why, and was pitying himself as one frankly neglected. Certainly he had not had very much attention paid to him in these last hours; at this minute nobody seemed to pay any attention to him at all. And who deserved it bet- ter? asked Thomas Power. Who sustained the burden he did? It was enough to make any man feel disgruntled. A common mood! It is true that nobody was paying any attention to him at the moment—certainly not downstairs at that sorority party. Down there, Mr. Thomas J. Power did not exist. Across the open arch of doorway you could see a slice of the party. The young encoupled dancers swaying and twining in billowy tangos or leaping up and down in to Look Deep Into the Well of Teacher's Kindly Eyes? ping dress trousers suggesting young crows with too long wings; the young females, the Rue de la Paix, in their silver-slippered, abbreviated golds and sapphires and ver milions. No, for them, Mr. Power was not—unless you counted the unconscious tribute paid him in the popular Dumb Dora song which, six times now, this ardent young group had rendered to sax and snare: LEiGaHaA “*Dum-dum! Deedle-dee-dum! Gee, but that bimbo was dumb-dum-dun “Yes,”’ agreed Mr. Power, “‘you are right; but there’s no need of — it in.” from the place where he stood, because two mixed members of the sorority party came out into the hall to stand advertently under a bough of mistletoe—and there was another thing; the florist’s bill for these holiday greens would come to quite a pretty penny, the way things wers done nowadays, with hundreds of yards of evergreen rope and bells of immortelle, real, not paper, and half the holly with its leaves hand-silvered, and this mistletoe; there was twice as much as last year and that had been ten dollars And he suddenly went away and, looking up and seeing him, gave him a baleful glare Not that there was any particular place to go to. There is no place for fathers at a sorority party, unless it is in bed But there was no bed for him to get into. His own was occupied. His and Ruth’s room, with its somberer mahogany, its graver colors, his own masculine accouterments, had been turned over to the gentlemen. His bed, as he saw, stop- ping in the doorway, was being slept in by a great quantity of cutsize raccoons. ‘‘Quite a stock farm they’ve given me,” he reflected, standing looking at his bed, and ne made a rapid computation in fur-coat statistics based on the estimated enrollments this year in American colleges God help the raccoon, he thought; on its way to the dodo! Through the door opposite he could see Eleanor’s room and the guest chamber adjoining. These had been given December 4, 1926

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST over to the ladies, as who should need a greater degree of In his own private sanctum of irse. There was, ad ! ea went int N snct umr expansion. There were coon coats here, too, and what was joining Steve’s and Philip's room, a small bac allwitha thed not coon was velvet and fox. Alla fluffy storm. Eventhe downward-leading stairs that emerged to a side door a } air was a fluffy storm of scented powder. Across this little landing was a tiny room, about the size | ip first movement was t irl the wastebasket fror of a large bathroom, with a slanting roof. It was called nd sweep the ¢ n nd ¢ “Tt is not raining rain today, { It’s raining daffodils.” variously the old trunk room or dad's 1 ym. Indeed, it graved cards out of the seat of his n | ie was still both, for Ruth kept stored-up linens and wooler ead out like Alice’s tumbling king i eer quoted Mr. Power in sarcasm, and he shuffled on down the _ in the more outlawed pieces of baggage here, and severa nnocent legends lay face up befor t hall. steamer trunks and other oddments had been built or | Philin and Steve shared the big room here. It had been these in a sort of Leaning Tower of Pisa pesca “_ 7 . } J arranged as a card and smoke room, a form purely, since But the tower had been covered by a pair of old browr ; : none of the young people left off the excitements of dancing chenille curtains and the immediate foreground cleared ee ~ - N, y Ye . and mistletoeing to use it. But certainly Eleanor would to hold tightly a forsaken morris chair, an old desk, a not like him to go to bed in the card and smoke room. No, smoke stand, a small bookcase, in which were kept some sees ; he was sleepy, but there was nowhere he could go to sleep shabby books, and a few pieces of such sport equipment “‘And some guy takes money every year for getting out except in a tiny, cold, extra bedroom on the third floor as he still used—a gun, a bag of golf clubs, a racket he used __ original things like that.’’ Mr. Power savagely thrust adjoining the cook’s, and there he simply would not go. when they went to Lake Garfield. These last all subject foot into the friendly clamor and coldly eyed the ne “That’s right. The man of the house, and he hath not to Steve’s and Philip’s forays. stack he had made of gift silk stockings, tie mporte } where to lay his head when he feels like it of a Christmas Thomas Power opened the door and switched on the handkerchiefs, kid gloves, cigar lighte: no! fw evening! A pretty how-do-you-do,” said Thomas Power light. The room was not warm. He had introduced a really needed—and fifty cigars fron te n Ca ! solemnly. radiator, but somebody had obligingly turned it off. It fornia. He hated the particular brand she had sent. By There was left the party. He could go down and mingle cracked protestingly as he opened the valve, and sent out hint and plea, overt and covert, he had let Mabel out with that. He could go and stand near the Jazz-Bos and a hissing needle of steam. California know that he did not use that have his eardrums blown out; or go and sit near uth and The room had not been dusted lately, under the holiday Nevertheless, every year Mabel forgot, and extra staff } Mrs. Pemberlee and Helen Stanton, who had come in, and pressure, and he saw that somebody had brought up his of clerks were put on, weary blue-clothed minions of t} have them blown in. Christmas presents from downstairs and thrust them Post Office Department fought and struggled, mail var Gabble, gabble, gabble! All about permanent waves hastily into the seat of the morris chair, along with a pile rolled and rumbled, time schedules were set aside, officia and No, my dear, this year we decided to have a_ of engraved greetings, out of the way of the party. There meals choked down, sleep shortened, traffic tied up, that duck; and Ruth showing her new pearls. were other things here, out of the way of the party. A hemightsafely havethem. Cigars! Christmas! Thomas Yes, he had given Ruth a string of pearls. Clam, not carpet sweeper, a bath brush on the bookcase, some clothes, J. Power kicked the cigar box with contemptuous secret oyster. He was not in the oyster-pearl class, thank God. amackintosh tossed upon the trunk tower. Onhisdesklid foot, opened a desk drawer, extracted a cheap corn-cob ) He was not yet able to buy gasoline yachts and ermine stood a wastebasket full of lint rolls and colored paper pipe, lit it and settled back in the now warming room cloaks to put into Christmas stockings. But it had cost scrap. Then he saw the bath brush staring at him on his old book enough. He had paid three hundred dollars—or he would There were shoes and rubbers thrown about on the case. He picked up the bath brush, kn ng over a | pay January first—for a very good-looking syntheticstring. floor, and a great oily duster draped on the chair back. shabby little gray book as he did so. A Christmas Caro ; There were two diamonds in the clasp. Every woman The music heard in the front hall came to you much more _ he deciphered in faded gilt on the back. On the flylk } of moderate means nowadays wears diamond-clasped syn- faintly here. But it came, unmistakably: was written: Reward for Meritorious Conduct-—L. R thetic pearls. It’s the clasp that does it. Next year 10t, wtes auth dante Gan Gin cone dandent” Hetzel, 1885. Miss Eleanor wanted a string of the same kind. But he Funny little sentimental trophy. Ruth and he had felt he couldn’t bear to hear it all discussed again. Nor “Oh, shut up!” cried Thomas J. Power in sudden re- come out of the same country district, and the little | did he care to sit behind a palm. Where, then, could he sit? volt—for youth has no option on revolt, as we popularly Continued on Page 166 att **‘Wake Up, Wake Up, Daddy,’’ She Was Saying. ‘I’ve Been Looking for You Everywhere"

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30 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 4, 1926 Getting Salesmen and Holding BREATH or two after the current year first T In By KENNETH COOLBAUGH EDWARD FLEaivwtTFrAazASsa TF sD Br fixed charges, but if you plug, aver- RYAN age a certain number of calls tested its lung power a young man called at my iffice. He wanted aselling position, preferably along machine-tool or drop-forging lines. None of theselling oppor- tunities I had at the moment squared with his background Rising to leave, he sud- denly asked,‘ By the way, do you ever place men with the Blanket Tool salesmen, 9 | mean? Then, for the first time in ten years of job brokerage, the fact struck me that, though | had sent hun- dreds of men to the Blanket lool — hammer- men, machinists, draftsmen, clerks, laborers and an occasional office boy—they had never called upon me for a single salesman. a day, week in and week out, by the law of aver- ages you'll come through if you’re a salesman. There’s no limit to what you can make. The more you make the more we make. N ow tell us what you’ve got to have to bridge the gap, and if it’s within reason we'll underwrite you for that amount. It won’t be salary; it'll be a drawing ac- count, and any commissions you earn will be credited against what you’ve drawn. You stand to lose,say, a year of your time; we stand to lose what we pay you. Isthat fair?”’ A fourth house advanced the same opportu- nity, but in as much as its three partners fre- quently con- I phoned their director of per- sonnel. ‘Lord, man,” he said. “Salesmen? We've got a wait- ing list as long as the Union League’s.”’ My caller left. In the months that followed I thought often of that trifling incident, and then that there were other companies to which I consistently send men, that never ask me for a salesman. The roster is brief, but its very brevity strikes Thor-like blows that forge a question of vital import, not only to the men who meet the country’s pay rolls, but everlastingly so to the millions of workers who draw those pay rolls. It’s important to the miner of coal and to the clerk who bills it, to the driller for oil and the men who refine it, to the setter of type and the reader who proofs it, to the forger of steel and the machinist who turns it. It’s important because production, jobs, everyday living for most of us, spring from salesmen’s order books. And in smaller measure it’s mportant to you and me because as buyers we must pay the selling cost of the things we buy. The Drawing Power of a Drawing Account Ww do some companies get and hold the salesmen they ! want while others either cannot get those they want or fail to hold those they get? I can answer the question only so far as men have answered it for me. And their con- victions or beliefs are worth absorbing only in so far as we can blend them with the stubborn needs of our own busi- First of all let’s limit our concern to business men who have a product or service worth buying. The ultimate con- sumer will take care of those who haven’t. Within a quarter-mile radius of my office are a dozen investment- banking houses from which in years past I have had re- quests for embryo bond salesmen. I cite them for friendly hearing because I know of no other business mart in which every element of salesmanship cuts so wide a swath, and because, in the long run, there is but slim distinction in the juality of the things all twelve houses sell—things you and | would buy if we had the wherewithal—government, municipal and mortgage bonds, and occasionally the ‘*The Five Men Clarke Was Instrumental in Converting He Took Under His Wing’’ to preferred stocks of railroads, public utilities and established industrial organizations. I can lift my receiver and buy the identical security from all of them; if they haven't it in their loans they will buy it for me. Several are of na- tional, two of world-wide prestige. But all, regardless of size or financial resource, face, wholly or in part, the common problem. And of the many spheres into which I have directed salesmen I know of none in which the problem is more clearly screened. The demand for salesmen from these first-flight investment houses is and has been as unfailing as the tide, and this in spite of the fact that successful bond salesmen seldom divert their selling power into other channels. Salesmen of about everything from baby coaches to cemetery lots have drifted my way, in good and poor times, but never a seasoned bond man. All twelve houses have wanted and want salesmen. Yet 85 per cent of the men I have so far steered into the pro- fession went with three of the twelve. Why? Not because they had convictions or even notions as to which house offered the best long-run opportunity. The world of finance, they frankly told me, was opaque to them, Nor was it because in my talks with them I gave one house a better break than another; as a broker I relayed only that which principals had passed to me. Three firms secured the elephant’s share for a reason as fundamental as it is trite: They offered men an immediate drawing account sufficient to meet their fixed charges during the drudging period of apprenticeship. For, on the last chalk line, bonds are not bought; they are sold, and green men sell them no more aptly than they sell old-line insurance, tractors, dynamos, paint, tool steel, ink, print paper, hardware and a chain of other things that require in men a welded background of knowledge and experience before they are converted into cash. In substance, all three said to men: ‘“We believe you can make a go of selling bonds. But the only way to prove it is for you to try—for both of us to take a chance, with the chances against us both. You probably won't make enough the first year to meet your sumed ten days three weeks reaching their decisions, the salesmen I sent them went where they could get quicker action. Still another firm, once it offered men positions, insisted upon an immediate yes or no. It re- sented their wish to think over the matter and possibly interview other houses before reaching a decision. Just why it so decreed I’ve never fathomed, for certainly a job seeker has the same right to look over the field before he makes his choice that an employer has to take his time sizing up the available applicants. Reluctant to Take the Plunge ) he not on record that a sales manager ever said to a salesman prospect: ‘‘ This is the best proposition we can offer you. Before you accept it, go out and look over the field; see what our competitors offer. Then, if you want this job, come back, and if it’s still open it’s yours.” Probably none ever will, but if more of them ap- proximated it, they’d save many a dollar of the grand total that business men contribute to the training of salesmen for their competitors. Stripped of verbal raiment, the other houses, seven in all, said: “There’s a desk over there. We’ll supply you with en- graved calling cards, give you a list of leads and a quarter, third, half the profits on what you sell. Hop in, the water’s fine.” The water may have been fine, but the hopping was poor. It usually is where months of unrewarded effort are the acknowledged price men must pay before the lubricating lucre comes their way. Sales managers seldom forget they once were salesmen, but quite often they forget the days they weren’t even that. But these firms that were fortunate enough to get sales- men—have they been canny enough to hold those they got? The score of the men I placed with them shows—con- sider only those men who are still selling bonds—that a shade over 90 per cent are no longer with the houses that gave them their start. Every week I meet one or more of Continued on Page 181

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 31 Al SUBTLE SOMETHING ATE in the summer of 1924, an ancient bearded chemist sat in his laboratory. engaged in a task only slightly younger than the human race itself—the concoction of a love philter. The laboratory was a tiny room in the rear of a small perfumer’s shop on Paris’ most celebrated street, the Rue de la Paix, but, save for a few slight signs of modernity, it might well have been tucked away in an Egyptian temple six thousand years ago. The man himself in his long black robe and skullcap would have fitted the character of a priest of Isis—a mage learned in the potencies of powders, philters, amulets, runes and charms. Over the room hung an atmosphere of aromatic musti- ness. On the long bench stood mortar and pestle, age-old symbols of the alchemist; a brazier under which burned a blue gas flame instead of the old charcoal fire; containers and retorts and vials holding unguents, balsams and fragrant oils, in the making of which millions of flowers had yielded up their lifeblood. The chemist lifted one of the containers, a long, slender test tube, and held it in his slim fingers against the light to study its amber-colored liquid contents. Then with half- closed eyes he picked up another tube containing a green- ish oily substance. When he removed the stopper a strong ILLUSTRATE DO BY CHARLES LAS and with eyes still closed, reached for his father and plants a fervent kiss on each cheek. “Ah!” he said simply. ‘C'est ¢a!”’ Here ended all resemblance to old priests and ancient times. The tempo picked up to suit a drama of modern business. And a drama it certainly was, even though the same scene occurred annually in the musty little labora- tory. Edouard Foucault, of the century-old house of Foucault Parfumeurs, had “come through” with a new bouquet, as he had for twenty years, to meet the Christmas trade. Edouard was expected to do just this. There was abso- lutely no doubt of it in the fragrant world in which he moved, or in the heart of Jacques, who, among his other gifts, possessed a blind faith in his father. Was not Edouard’s one of the greatest noses in the world? Could he not, by plucking haphazardly handfuls of flowers in his fields in Grasse, tell which flowers would give most readily their fragrance in the processes of enfleurage or distillation or in volatile solvents? Could he not, with oils and certain fragrance, so cloyingly sweet that it was sickening, filled the room. As he started to pour this carefully into the amber his resemblance to a pagan priest deepened. One would have guessed he was muttering an incantation. But he wasn’t. He was count- ing the drops. “Un,” he mumbled as a green globule dropped from the slanted tube into the amber, “‘deux, trois, quatre.” He agitated the amber fluid gently and the four green drops broke up to deepen the amber into an orange tint. “Quatre,”” he repeated, “‘ef cing!” He placed both tubes in a little rack before him and picked up a long thin piece of blotting paper. This he plunged into the mixture he had just completed, and lay- ing it on the bench, left the room to wait. The real soul of perfume is reached only after it is two-thirds evapo- rated. Five minutes later he returned and stood thought- fully looking at the paper spill. Then raising his eyes heavenward in a_ voiceless prayer, he picked it up and ran it slowly under his nose. His eyes closed, to open shining. “Voila!” he exclaimed. “Jacques! Jacques!” Scenting Success ACQUES, a newer and better-bound edition of the old man, and trimmed in black as to vestments and pointed Vandyke, burst through the door. “Mon péere! Qu’e ‘Voila!"’ repeated the graybeard, and dramatically thrust the paper spill under } his son’s nose. Its effect on Jacques was cea delayed pass something | in a footbal shut slowly. He inhaled pas- sionately, exhaled sonor« usly, game. His eyes - : cee Short Skirts, Bobbed Hair and a Wider Outlook on the World Have Brought Them an Aggressiveness That Makes Them Demand a Perfume That Will Leap Out and Hit You in the Nose By Charles Jo MeGurtrlk onic crjaamine that only a now a gre . ld detect the imitation fron reese the orig Or the louard hin ‘ I 1 there Heer ] pt er Par ne fered the agony of the artist, the distrust in himself and his ability to create a work of art. T} happily, was past now. The magic elixir he had just completed would kee + the name Foucault in its accustomed place at the head the best of perfumers. Or would it Edouard loubt still persisted. This introduction of a new perfume to the world wa and is, a gigantic gamble, as great as that of the show business and strikingly like it. Edouard ewest thetic triumph was like a play submitted by a re ed playwright, and as it rested in the test tube in a dark closet it was as much an unknown quantity as is the play before production. It had to be named, artistically clothed and then produced with such an appeal that the pub would flock to it. If it took, money, renewed fame and prestige and all the other rewards of success would attend it f it didn’t So in the little shop in the Rue de la Paix there was set in motion the far-reaching machinery employed in throw ing new bouquets and scents on the market It was named, and because this name is so far from the one —— 2 oye - it wore on its journey over the Sf é world, we will call it “Subt - gf” But its christening was at this stage a iong way ff First, like the play of ur known potentiality, it had t be “tried on the dog Trying it Out HIS was done in the shop Foucault's is one of the oldest and most famous per- fume shops in Paris. Itisthe Mecca of the fashionable and the half world. To it come the society woman, the mic nettle, the actress and the shop girl. The customers w visit the little place in a day represent a cross-section urban civilization made to order for such an experiment as the Foucaults, father and Sor now Cart ed or rhree or four ounces of the new perfume were put into a richly wrought gla bottle ind placed « the ¢ inter ir the front of the shop. Wher i customer had made he pur ise sne Wa is ced to ample it and was given a slip f absorbent paper contain ngadrop ofit. Asshe inhaled ts fragrance the expressior ¢ her face was watched hun g The Foucaults placed sma ilueé i what she said Fre hmen themse es, t } ew the urtes\ {tt own people > we to take I € siué Wi were cor ed a custome ikea it the gave | it If she na } iInend Ked eports tot eflect pe i ba to the store nd re ts Ww s | nt y juer ‘ Foucaults w | ye rhe report t ‘ sat t fy S it f the ne me n ging Ww the \ tne Y t gal I gsal t Riviera red and ‘ " r MM I tre t ag that the Continued on Page 72

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 4, 1926 allan SILVER C Vv HEN meen came to, a as pretty a case of acne rosacea as ‘nmmimvnrsinn DY George ss rane Chaummlberlentra i verveatd or rat ot” Rain was pelting in his wrtetretLiawmnm ‘That wouldn’t killme. I’ve got a a a oe me something else and I’m dying. Ever since | vom- ited, my throat is eandrunning in rivulets through reLACSTR ATA D air. He tried t ll over, but best he could io was to turn nis ead. At the next lash of lightr ling the scene of his disastrous fall was vidly revealed He saw the crest ofa divided water- fall, the protrud- ing edge of the rock on which he had sl} pped, and immediately be- neath it a hut with a bright green growth of roof rop. He even made out the straight slide, swept clean of erdure to the brown thatch by his descent. When the lightning had passed, two faint points of light within the door- way became visi- le He squirmed until he could look at them more di- rectly and saw hat they were the dim flames of primitive oil lamps, bottles with wicks thrust through their ecks. q t ey stood ma low table, be- yond which he could barely make out the head of an so sore J can searcely swallow My head burst open a while ago and soon it’s going to burst again When that hap- pens I'll be dead and I'll be glad.” ““OQpen your mouth,’’ com- manded Beard He brought the table with the lamp nearer, and seizing Harry's jaw, turned his head so as to throw the light down his throat The next moment he was ripping off Harry’s clothes without bothering to un- button them, and did not cease his efforts until } patient’s body was stripped ‘How long have you felt like this?”’ Harry rolled |} head from side to side and started to recite rapidly: “It was at Jasmine Pool, but I didn’t do it. He did it himself. I wasn’ even the . Search for Harry Jones! Search for Julia is what he should have said. You'll find him under the old man, immobile radiator cove " Then He Got a Basin and Certain Other Necessities, Dragged Up the Chairlike Couch and Sat Down to His Long Vigil and the bond : an ie oO Ss in is an idol, with straight white hair falling to his shoulders, and a vast gray beard. Along the nearer edge of the table, facing outward, were ranged three mall human skulls. He thought he was going mad, and with aspasmodic wrench managed to turn over; but when he attempted to rise even to his elbows, his strength ailed him. He sank to the ground and cried out, ‘Help! My head! Oh, my head in the hut, the knock of a chair e rattle of the skulls, thrown to- gether. Then came the hollow sound of one of them falling There was a against a wall and bouncing on the floor of beaten clay. The old man was moving; he was yutinto therain. He leaned above Harry, felt his limbs and turned him over in spite of his protesting groans. When the lightning flashed again he was peering directly int » Hi ury's face, shaking him, and asking in Engli “Who are you? How did you get here? Are you a marine?”’ At the last word Harry managed to make a hoarse de- risive sound; then he whispered, “I’m a fugitive; the ‘3 are after me The old man chuckled. ‘‘ Well, son,” he said conversa- tionally, ‘you're one man that has surely fooled them. On he other hand, if you're fooling me, your joke will end ght here yuiet ' ‘I’m sick,” groaned Harr I'm dying, and I don't ire “4 Although he was no lightweight, the old man picked him up with apparent ease, carried him into the hut, opened a door at the back of its front room and entered an apart- ment which had the acrid smell of live rock. In spite of the inky darkness, he moved forward confidently and deposited his burden on a low bed—a sturdy contraption made of hand-hewed timbers, with crisscrossed rawhide that served covered with a blanket and a stretched sheet. door of ingress, and only then lighted an excellent The brilliant illumination made Harry open his eyes. was in a cave which had been allowed to but wherein every One crevice served retain its natural conformation, had been utilized in an ingenious way. for fireplace and flue, another held rough shelves of various lengths, and in still another was perched a muslin-proofed box that was apparently used as a meat safe. cleft had dried herbs of various sorts hung against its walls and a bunch of ripe bananas suspended from a stout bar, while its floor was a general provision cellar. The lamp was placed on a small but There was a second couch, it stood a big chest. massive table, also hand hewed. much narrower than the bed, and with an adjustable slant- All the furniture seemed homemade; except for the lamp, a few cooking utensils and a dozen books, there was nothing in sight which a man with rough tools and leisure could not have produced for himself. ?” asked Harry in his turn. I’m a fugitive like yourself—a The old man chuckled and began ‘If 1 remember rightly, fugitive from justice!” to unlace Harry’s boots. “But what shall I call you?’ “I’m generally known as the Beard of God,” w astonishing answer, but given in so casual a tone that it seemed scarcely remarkable. ‘But that’s too much for ’ agreed his host, pulling off his sodden shoes and starting to unbutton his clothes Jasmine Pool.” “Stop that!’ ordered Beard. ‘‘You’ve got scarlet fever—the worst kind. It was the acne fooled me. You simply must tell me who you are and where you come from.” ‘That’s where they'll find them—in Jasmine Pool,” in- sisted Harry in a louder voice. ‘All you’ve got to do is to go there yourself. Lift the cover and look. You'll find them in the pool.” His voice went babbling on interminably, but Beard paid no further attention to it. He knew there would be small chance of getting reliable information for many days—perhaps never. The possibility did not seem to disturb him. If anything, his demeanor was more cheerful than ever as he began to make his preparations for the set battle. He started a fire, placed a large kettle of water to boil, and then went to the shelves, from which he took down an ancient and much thumbed medical book. ‘I wonder if there’s anything new since this old war horse was trotted out,”’ he said, talking aloud as if to keep Harry’s voice company. He wet his finger and turned the leaves slowly, his eye caught here and there by some phrase that tempted it to linger. ‘‘ Probably not. H’m—here we are. ‘Diagnostics—sore throat—pharynx and tonsils in- flamed—croupous condition—fever—pains in head and back—prostration—delirium—stupor.’ Yes, yes; that’s where we are now.” Fall on the ball!’’ shouted Harry in a loud voice that immediately subsided. “Not stupor—delirium,” Beard corrected himself placidly, and continued his reading in snatches: ‘** Vomit- ing first hours of invasion—strawberry tongue—cerebra! symptoms—increasing fever. Eruption neck, shoulders, extending trunk, arms, legs, full development one to fou: days.’ Yes, yes; we remember all that. ‘Subsiding, dead

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secondal ind even Ut? qa skinn ive ‘ st ar t ] es ‘ n ‘ lu! of prin r He stopped reading al t ind It w e wat ‘ \ ; | flown at Hart d red and distorted features wit! t id been stirre y i ! g f q ] kened l erest ri eap their ed i t ) SO, boy!” he eja ated in a tot a rent tone Ww n « la Yr | \ ‘ | Die if you mu but is} il favor to both of us, | beg other and a ‘ r bye la ‘ | ‘ , ut pull throug! Interesting extreme probiemat bright as a ed t rue 1 il, but interesting da bald, but | Bearing interes it f per cent ‘ two wet H ‘ well t cited Harry breathe rty thousand igainst being pt in bed a gre t How do I 1W w mar in’t take them Look here yung mar i ve ( t was Julian. He threw them in Jasmine P Lift the I've just earned my nicknar | COV lift the cover, lift the cover single-handed, ever nursed ar é | L me | H e went on and on while Beard nd his place nip and tuck more t é I ‘ r t sort : ind returned to his reading N for the treatment Now you're ¢ gt em q eC We re Must be ept in same room lor t ee WeeKS won't get off t t bed ‘ ‘ | i a om beginning of eruption.” That’s easy. ‘Keep in bed you out, kick you off the cliff and t " t } while fever and constitutional symptoms continue’—ditfi- after you.” \ true. I'v er i that all 7 fe, | | ilt under active delirium. There’s one thing I hadn't Harry not only promised but made abject ay ‘ \ r gr t ' | | membered—strap him it Plenty ventilatior SI a reward, he was moved m the 1 ! } must be washed every day warm water and soap.’ Easy times and allowed to lie wit! ead | pe ’ ural! ‘Quieting drugs permissible,’ but we'll have to could k out through the front ! the Alr i I did wit ‘ ‘ l eave U t ut ‘No animal food some patients long pat inlight be nd He lid sé \ { time we I r ment feeble.’ Ye ve nd cape in miniature the m t , | il tne ed gleam of a ray of coffee be tne He closed the t k, replaced it on the shelf and returned banana fronds, a golden cluster of ang i ( ir ‘ i | to look down at his raving patient. “It’s easy, boy. You bloom of hibiscus, and far, far away, the glint 1e W i | picked ¢ 1 disease made to ord Nothing but nurs At irregular inte ils Beard w i ‘ ‘ ) ‘ r j ng Hold now! None of that! d nd soon afte t ‘ i ‘ | The battle w W ith a cor ca ufflir s ps t ed r N desperate spasm <« fish trying ng ‘ The same t t t water, Har id cast himself r t, but Harry was seldon ( r ‘ N } ed him back and held him de tretched out on the flat bed, he t exhaustior VW ne was quiet intil the sun was hig! gy ¢} ind t | ut some t eurd t ed one even \ ‘ ; eet, which he tore four w priest ew edit {the Man W \ Be ] { ) } made a harness t t would give Continued on Page 62 | ntil he m ed toward one side ! . i her e got Dasil da certa ‘ er necess dragged | p the e couch and sat down to mg vig F It was to last for four nights and four da ninety-six yurs of the most arduous and repug- : ir e that ne Iman be g | ng the quatit ol , Can be : illed upon to re ‘ t inotner ; ‘ tne nflammation reacned it max

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST REG. U. 8. PAT. OFF. 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: To the United States and Possessions, Argentina, Bolivia, Brazil, Chile, Colombia, Costa Rica, Cuba, Dominican Republic, Ecuador, Guatemala, Haiti, Isle of Pines, Labrador, Mexico, Newfoundland, Nicaragua, Panama, Paraguay Peru, Republic of Honduras, Salvador, Spain and Uruguay, $2.00 the Year S. Money Order, Express Money Order, Check or by Draft, S. Funds. Remit by t payable in | lo Canada—RBy Subscription, $2.00 the Year. Single Copies, Five Cents— Canadian or U.S. Funds io Foreign Countries, exclusive of chose mentioned above, by subscrip- tion, post paid, $6.00 the Year. Remittances to be by Postal or Express Money Order or by Draft on a bank in the U. S., payable in U. S. Funds. PHILADELPHIA, DECEMBER 4, 1926 Backward States Waking Up XPERIENCE has proved that states which are in 3 earnest in their efforts to cope with criminality not only can do so with gratifying success but can also compel neighboring commonwealths to do likewise. Measures ind methods put into effect in the state of New York within the past few months have made the local hazards of crime so great that police officials say there has been As birds and beasts flock to game refuges, criminals transfer a considerable exodus of gunmen, bandits and thugs. safely and with least fear of punishment. Criminality is as their activities to regions where they can operate most liquid as cash and it flows naturally to those sections where the risk is smaliest and the rewards are the greatest. New Jersey and Pennsylvania have both received a sub- stantial influx of the criminal element squeezed out of New York by the Baumes laws. The first-named commonwealth is still up in arms over the murderous and highly successful Definite ir putting teeth into the criminal procedure were raid upon a mail truck in the streets of Elizabeth. proposals f discussed at a conference of law officers called by Gov- ernor Moore; but they have not yet been translated into action. Legislatures move slowly in such matters and often only in obedience to a popular outcry too loud to be ignored. There was a time when enforcement of the law was so passed into prompt and vigorous that ‘‘Jersey justice”’ proverb. The phrase has lost much of its old force, but it may stil! regain it if the judges, police officials and prosecut- ing attorneys are not balked in their desires. Present con- ditions are such that one judge is quoted as saying that he often feels like apologizing to the public for the leniency of his sentences, though the statutes do not allow him to } make them any more severe. Another jurist declares that the way to avoid being terrorized by crime is to terrorize the criminal. This policy has brought good results wher- ever it has been tried; and to say that it will not produce a like effect in other states is nothing more or less than a Putting the on parole and pardon boards, giving added sentences continued rule of the underworld. plea for the ] ' clamps for crimes in which firearms have been used and the impo- sition of life terms for fourth offenses unquestionably bring beneficial results, and the fear of such results is the only ‘ raf excuse for refusing to resort to such means mnceivabdle THE SATURDAY EVENING POST There is just as much patriotic work to do in this land in 1926 as there was in 1776, and men and women of sense are already attacking it instead of frittering away their time on the passing frivolities of public service. There are Bonds and Bonds HE negotiation and distribution of first-mortgage real- ‘hae bonds have attained the proportions of a great industry. It is estimated that during the past year no less than seven hundred million dollars’ worth of such securi- ties has been absorbed by American investors. The rapid expansion of this business and the compara- tive immunity from regulation which it enjoys have led to abuses and unsound policies which no investor in such securities can afford to ignore. The very name of these obligations is so closely bound up with our ideas of con- servatism and security that it all but disarms the suspicions of unwary bond buyers, and the weak sisters are often easily marketed on the reputation of the strong. It is a great mistake to assume that because some obligations of this type afford unquestionable security, a liberal return and ready marketability, all which are sold under the same name have the same general characteristics. As the industry has grown it has attracted to it not only operators who have sound ideas and employ conserva- tive methods but promoters who are only too glad of a chance to take the easy profits and allow their clients to take the risk. Generations of investors have found first-mortgage real- estate bonds a safe and profitable channel for the employ- ment of surplus funds. They are the ones who knew what they were buying and were acquainted with the reputation of the bond house with which they dealt. Their chance of ultimate loss was almost negligible. Their experience is not likely to be paralleled by hit-or-miss bond buyers who are attracted by high yields, fancy promises and the golden haze of vagueness which surrounds some of the newer flota- tions. Neither experience nor common sense has taught them that first-mortgage real-estate bonds must be inves- tigated just as carefully as any other form of security, and that the time to investigate is before purchasing rather than after. Careful bond buyers will talk with bankers and trust- company officials and learn in detail the record and repu- tation of the houses with which they contemplate dealing. They will ask their bankers how much they are prepared to lend on the issue in question and what price would be obtainable if there were reason for selling the bond before maturity. They will wish to know who appraised the property, what his reputation is and whether his appraisals are conservative or inflated. They will pry into all the details of the flotation, ascertain if a suitable trusteeship has been set up, inquire whether the issue is a separate entity or whether it has been scrambled in with half a dozen others. Estimated earnings of the building will be carefully checked, sinking-fund requirements will be stud- ied and the bond salesman will be put through a detailed questionnaire, Such procedure will no doubt take a great deal of time, trouble and intelligence, three commodities which are freely employed by the most successful investors. The Wrong Place for Vaudeville OST right-thinking persons read with pleasure the announcement that in deference to the opinions of station would influential important radio abandon the idea of broadcasting a certain much-discussed persons an murder trial. Thousands of listeners-in had expressed their approbation of the project, and no doubt much heart- burning was caused by the final decision not to cater to their prurient curiosity. Though we have nothing but praise for the good sense and the good taste of the broad- casting officials in abandoning the idea, the question naturally arises: Would the trial judge have permitted broadcasting had he been asked to do so? More than once judges sitting in celebrated criminal cases have laid themselves open to the charge of turning the most solemn procedure known to the law into a cheap December 4, 1925 vaudeville show for the amusement of the idle and the curious. The squads of cameramen, the platoons of special writers, the chorus of sob sisters, the morbid publicity, the columns of neurotic drool and the hourly newspaper extras have all conspired to create an atmosphere of tawdry vulgarity which nauseates every believer in American institutions. Judges who by their behavior indicate that they have no proper respect for their own courts cannot hope to exact it either from the general public or from the prisoner at the bar. Dignity can scarcely be separated from the administration of exact justice. Where Money Shows T IS a common human failing to spend money where it shows. A woman who thinks nothing of giving fifty dollars for a new dress which she does not need, begrudges the oculist a quarter or a fifth of that sum for an examina- tion of what is perhaps her most precious physical pos- eyesight. Communities are much the same. They point with pride to a monumental and ornamental public session building, but are not seriously interested in the proposed new garbage-disposal plant. If the subject is mentioned at all, the average citizen merely laughs. Modern and costly school buildings, well-paved streets and good roads are among the proudest possessions of communities, big and little. But as yet public opinion is not sufficiently aware that more essential to well-being are pure and ample water supplies and the sanitary disposal of wastes, human and industrial. Rivers, bays, harbors, and sometimes lakes, are the logical, and in most instances the only, outlet for human, industrial and other waste of the large cities which nat- urally develop upon their shores. The shortest, cheapest and easiest way is to dump this waste into the water. As Mr. Hoover has said: We have to work at least eight hours a day, and all but two or three “‘After all, we are an industrial people weeks in the year, and it is absurd to believe that we can abolish our industries and still go fishing. I long ago came to the conclusion that there should be a survey of all the streams and a division of them into three categories.”’ First, the streams which have never been polluted should be absolutely protected. In thesecond category are streams which have been polluted to a finish and cannot be brought back without the displacing of hundreds of thou- sands of people from their homes by crushing their indus try. Inthe third category are those which have beer partly polluted and can be restored. It is absurd to expect that every stream can be made safe for fish, oysters and human bathers. We must frankly dedicate a portion of our waters to carrying off the dead waste of great cities and of the industrial development whic! supports their population. On the other hand, if the short cheap and easy way of disposal is too extensively employed human life itself is threatened. man must destroy pollution or pollution will destroy man It has been said that the degree of civilization of a city is shown by the manner in which it disposes of waste ma terial. The largest city in the country employs the method Beyond a certain point of the most primitive peoples, by dumping its waste into its bay, and the second largest city flushes it down the Mississippi River. Great bodies of water have a wonderful digestive or diluting capacity, and should be utilized to a reasonable extent for that very purpose. But several of our large cities are trusting this capacity too far aside from the destruction of fish and the loss of safe bath Entirely ing, a worse fate is being tempted. The pollution caused by mere concentration of popula- tion is no impossible problem for sanitary engineering Disposal plants, which for all practical purposes solve the problem, are commonplaces of engineering. To be sure, they cost something, but the cost is small as compared with the huge expenditures for other objects which cit zens of the larger cities seem willing and even glad to vote for. Unless public sentiment becomes more aroused to some of the unseen but existence, we shall face future dangers not now dreamed of basic necessities of urban by any except a few specialists. Se

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Tal PASSING STRIKE SIGN of encouragement to those who look forward hopefully to the day when men of all peoples may work together in peace and good will is the demand now arising that business be given its proper place in history. It is only a few years since this began to make itself heard, and many of us can remember how it was satirized and denounced at first as an attempt to glorify the dallar. Today that argument has been pretty well dis- credited. And its collapse, in my opinion, has removed an intellectual barrier responsible for almost as much human misery as the belief in slavery. We thought of trade, in days not so far distant, as but one step removed from actual labor. We thought of labor as merely a modified and humanized form of slavery. The historians, therefore, were only responding to the demand when they ignored work, and described commerce, when they referred to it at all, as a hanger-on of war. Merchants whose vision of new markets inspired and financed the opening of new channels of trade, and workers whose products made the vision possible, were taught to be ashamed of their activities. The height of ambition was to live happily ever after—in idleness. Today it is only while our children are still very young that they plan to grow up and marry a princess. When they get a little older they discover that though it might be nice to be a king, there aren’t enough of these jobs to go around. Still later they begin to ask what a prince does for 1 living. Having learned he has no occupation, it is only natural in time that they should challenge the history which credits all things to the conqueror and ignores the producer. That, as I see it, is just what we are doing now n the United States. We approached the idea in bygone days with temerity. Now some of our keenest minds are marveling at the length of time it took us to see the light. eipenY SOAMGO a By James J. Davis Secretary of Labor I have been going over the records of American industrial disputes recently from this point of view, and I have come to the conclusion that the worker's contributions to civilization have been as thoroughly overlooked as the business man’s. As a matter of fact, their interests are identical, since the first step in business always has been to get a job, so this is not to be wondered at. And though it may appear at first thought that the interruptions to busi ness, caused by the refusal of ever-enlarging groups to work at the job, constitute a poor place to look for progress, the truth is that this is the only source of a great deal of ma- terial. Contented industries, like happy families, do not get into the newspapers. It is only when grievances reach the point of a strike that public records are made of them We may look over these records now without bitterness or prejudice, because the strike is waning with the need for strikes. What is more important, we need no longer con- cern ourselves with the fear that an admission of the good will encourage theevil. We gave way to that fear with reference to what we call big business for many \\ years, and only \ after burning out } } our emotions in j if a national orgy of \ | | f muckraking did we discover we IF DREAMS CAME TRUE \ T were neaqded the wr ya ‘ our corporatior wn | little fellow has not been d ( We ‘ monopolies, but also more é ‘ in history We have m I eT and ambitions of the men at t Me industries and the mer f ! egre Many of the leaders of tod we ‘ twer ago. Therefore, if we can trust one w trust the é In the ry nearly every? ‘ that all great reforms begin at the botton I believe only natural that as one t ew mpr é there should develop at least it 1 é ning this. A very definite degree of self-d equirer the man higher up to believe in } ‘ ‘ ear something from the man lower dow é ilt in finding the proof, but ir ening t r ecog nition of it. We are showing more sig: f the open n in our industrial relat than ar t at history, and no one w le that the bed rock whatever peace we have achieved. The be “ t solidate our gains so that we may extend the same fluences into our social and political r t nt the beginning of our great reforms History now records the greatest Ame in strike ‘ haps the most important in wor st when the nun bers influenced by it are taken into consideration—as political uprising The glamour time | clothed its participants in ruffies and eq lipped y them with the manners and mater POSSESS1OT j of aristocracy Yet many contemporary |} ; torians referred to the uprising as a riot, an spared no feelings in describing tt merican Kno" ea Party was | Continued on Page 158

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36 SHORT TURNS AN: Mystery a la Mode ) ‘ f gd, or K inda “ ] y similar plac ) f irder case | ( eu o did . bu the groce ( niece Dutcher, and a@ sergeant of ile mounted r lice i feacher, and an artist, and he under bride oo The {OuUNG e porte rs al j ret i le had come force i ‘ on ‘ ava a no ‘ j } (is ar and he ‘ off if { de The cannon? he village square j ised ‘au lo tnd pair For no one knew who did il, but car- pervter or vo, lnree fenogra pliers, a d acon, and a Guy Ho made home-brew, Lid aeripp “ ld shavin oap, who “vty ced one-e a It] eat detec ( fhey were mys- } ( Ho hould the poor dete es knou Lhey had no ticke » the show! i/ Cou a lifted rue 4 They could not prove the deed wi done } 00 knew who did ,oula banker nd a nurse 1 parlor maid, two burglars, and a writer j j ! i rofessor from the col ede, and a mi d Clude: i "7 o wonder if the ‘pudli ait were wus I? Merle M. Elswortl A Quick Recovery — Bonehead says that after the accident, although he recov- ered consciousness quickly, his mind was a perfect blank ANIMOSITY Willie Visits the Farm _ \ TILLIE,” asked his mother, “did you have a good time down inthecountry with Aunt Emmaand Uncle Ed?” “Oh, so-so,” » ride old Dobbin and drive the teams.’ How nice that he came to himself so soon he replied, apparently glad to be home “It must have been great sport for a city boy like you THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Last Night the Wire:Hair Male Quartet Took Advantage of the Full Moon to Sere nade Fifi,the Milliner’s Popular Peke. The Village Took the Usual Ineffective Action ‘| don’t get you, mom.” didn’t your uncle let you play with them?” ‘Horses?”’ laughed Willie. “‘There wasn’t a horse on the place Uncle Ed uses tractors and trucks.”’ ‘Did you help Aunt Emma feed the chickens?’ “Who-—me?” “Certainly.” “The horses ’ “*Gosh, no! Allshe has is pedigreed stock that she keeps in little private pens. She feeds ‘em patented stuff by sched- ule, and would shoot anybody that monkeyed with ’em.” “The thing I : served the mothe r, ‘is the peace and quiet. Iti December 4, 1926 “*T suppose Uncle Ed showed you how to milk the cows?” “Do I look like an expert mechanic, mom?” “No, but what has that got to do wit} the question?” . “Uncle Ed has a new milking-machine that does the work. You connect the cows up with asort of vacuum pump and watch the milk run intoa big tank. He wouldn’t let me get near it.” “Did you carry water from the well for your aunt?” “They had a well, but I didn’t f where it was. Their water is pumped to nd out the house by a private power plant.” ‘** How did you like Aunt Emma’s tarts and jam?” “T don't know; she didn’t have any Aunt Emma's been on a diet for a year and she goes light on the sweet stufl Uncle Ed buys his in town.’ ‘You must have had a lot of fun around the barn?” “What barn?” “Why, the place where your uncl keeps the stock and the machinery and the hay and the grain.” “He didn’t tell me anythir Uncle Ed keeps his machinery g about it in the machine shop, and it was under lock and key all the time. the dairy building, and there was a gov ernment milk inspector there most of the He keeps the stock in time who didn’t see any reason why | should be nosing around. The hay and grain are in Uncle Ed’s private elevator One look at it was enough for me *Well,” you think of the old swimming hole-—the All the boys in the family learned toswim there.” “Nothing to it. it to aman from town, who has said the mother, “what did one down by the big oak tree Uncle Ed has leased made into a bathing beach, with a barbecuc stand and chicken-dinner resort on the side. Itwould have cost me two or three Wasn't worth it.’ ilways like best about the country,” o dollars to do the plac e. to be away from the noise and excitement of the cit Didn’t you find it that way?” “1 don’t know what you mean.” “Well,” she asked, hoping to lead him on, ‘“‘what did you do in the evenings?” **As soon as dinner was over they started the rad didn’t turn it off, Prexy: ‘I am Very Sorry, Smith, But You Failed in Rowing and Football. If This Keeps on You Wil! Have to Discontinue Mathematics and Literature”’ except when the phone rang. By « Continued on Page 60 ‘‘Say, Professor, Play Something Hysterical; We Want to Dance" | } 1 ht y} 1

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST By MAY EDGINTON ILLUSTRATED BY ARTHUR WILLIAM BROWN December 4, 1926 ae ie | . Ad2 TH Ve Wray BRvwN™ a 2 . +o J fp ‘Not a Baby Any More,’’ Said Jewel, Turning Her Eyes Upon Them; and Then Mrs. Courage Saw, Like John Jeffrey Fleet, That the Child Had Died xI OU poor mad little butterfly, you!” said John Jeffrey, and in his voice was such infinite pity that ' Jewel took her shielding hands away from her face and gazed up at him. He had sat down on the arm of her chair and was stroking back her hair with a gentle hand. But if it was pity that she heard in his voice, what she saw in his fine brown face was the lightning of his anger. His eyes were like pools of fire. “I’m winged.” She faltered on an effort at a laugh. “Winged—you are. Oh, my dear, my dear, why did you do it?” “You know.” “Yes, I know,” John Jeffrey agreed grimly. ‘I’ve wanted things so badly,”’ she whispered, “‘and when I met him and he seemed to fall in love with me, then it seemed as if all I’d ever dreamed were coming true.”’ “But you didn’t think you loved him?” “I thought I might. I meant to make myself. I could have if it hadn’t been for Ps “For “ you.” “My dear!” “IT was in love, anyway, with my dream; all that he meant.” “And now?” “*Suddenly— it’s as if all the lamps were gone; it’s day- light, and I see the shoddy.” “Yes; it was all shoddy, wasn’t it, Jewel?” “I’ve had a dreadful, ghastly time.” “When?” “This afternoon.’ John Jeffrey’s face turned livid. “Why,” he said steadily, ‘what happened?” **He found out.” “Where were you?” “ At his rooms.” John Jeffrey’s hand dropped from its caress of her hair, and he sat there, a man suffering all the tortures of the thwarted lover. “Quick, Jewel. Tell.” “His mean, dingy rooms—common. When I stepped in do you know what I saw? The very same old pattern of linoleum that we have at home, and I thought I'd left forever! You—you couldn’t go into those rooms without sort of feeling what kind of person, with what kind of nature, lived in them. He’d told me at luncheon at the Carlton about his side of the affair. I knew by the time I got to those rooms what I’d done. But he—he didn’t know what he’d done.” “You had to tell him there and then?” “Just as he’d had to tell me. He was broke, wanted cash. I—I—lI was the same.” She pulled open the en- velope bag and poured its contents on her lap. ‘See? That’s all.” “Then he believed ——”’ “He believed I was an heiress. I let him think so, be- cause, you see, I thought he was rich, a man of the world; if he’d known the truth he’d just look on me as a young adventuress, play with me like anyone else, and that would be all.” “Well, you are a young adventuress, aren’t you?”’ “Am 17” “Yes, poor butterfly. You've deserved all you’ve got.” She gave a heart-rent little cry. ‘‘Oh, don’t say so!” “Tt is a time for truth,” said John Jeffrey. “Isn’t truth terrible—terrible!’’ She wept softly. ‘It’s been nothing but truth all day.” “Tell.” “‘T had to confess. I—I wasn’t worse than he was, any- way.” ‘And that’s not letting yourself off lightly,’”’ said John Jeffrey in an arid voice. “He's bad, isn’t he? Bad!” “There are lots of him about nowadays,” said John Jeffrey. ‘Perhaps there always have been. Yes, I think the human wolf is perennial.” “He was dreadful when I told him.” “He didn’t—touch you?” said John Jeffrey slowly. “No. I ran round the table. He called me a hussy; said he’d like to whip me; drove me out. I felt I was running for my life. Absurd, wasn’t it?’ she sobbed. “But,” she explained in gasps, ‘‘I was so dazed; I was frightened, and sick with what I’d done. I ought to have stayed, perhaps—faced it out.” “It’s what you'll have to do.’ “‘Please?’’ “TI couldn’t keep you here—now—for your own sake. It’s not a good enough solution for you, Jewel. Do you know what I’ve wondered about you? I’ve wondered if underneath there wasn’t a brave woman. Is there, Jewel?” She gazed at him, and he saw, indeed, that the child had died in her eyes. “I asked myself, ‘If she went into the fire, how much fine gold would come out?’ You know, Jewel, that the fire burns the dross but cannot destroy the 9” gold, don’t you? “You mean?” ‘“‘ Answer your own problems, my poor little, very little dear. Pick up your own load for the first time in your life; pay for your own mistakes with your own coin.” “T can’t understand.” “T’ll leave you a while, thinking it out. You're safe here. Drink that tea.” “Aren’t you angry with me?’ ‘Poor butterfly, all singed.”’ ’ ’ she asked faintly. Continued on Page 40

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Here’s a rule for success and happiness given you by 1500 brilliantly successful men! | | } Choose all your meals carefully. Choose breakfast very carefully .. . Famous men say that your } morning meal must be right, or your day’s work won't be right. And dietitians agree. They warn | us that inadequate breakfasts are responsible for many cases of malnutrition and lowered vitality. This is the kind of nourishment , e . hat protects health and aids achiev tnat protects heaith and aids achievement 1500 famous business and professional men recently _ protein for muscle and body building; and the essential beauty of teeth and gums, and so helpful for digest: wrote to a scientific institute to explain their views on —_vitamin-B, a builder of appetite. Eaten with whole Your grocer has Grape-Nuts—or you may wish t All igreed th it the right kind of food does much = milk or cream, Grape-Nuts is an admirably balanced accept the following offer. to increase a man’s chances of success in life. Allagreed _ ration, particularly easy to digest. that the right kind of breakfast, especially, is an im- Try Grape-Nuts for breakfast tomorrow morning! “A Book of Better Break fasts” rtant factor in daily efhciency. . . Pretty important Two tablespoonfuls are enough for a serving—and sibilities ae s of Grape-Nuts, free! ! testimony for the average man to consider! those two tablespoonfuls afford more varied nourish oe eat “Yo yu cannot devel P yout abilities to the utmost”, ment than many a hearty meal! And remember that... ee * N seas no age ny ry Book -- acai Ree these men tell you, “unless you keep your body and _ the delightful crispness of Grape-Nuts encourages the fast ritten by a famous physical director brain efficient with proper diet. Most of the nervous thorough chewing so important for the health and lowns attributed to veces are really due, i | keenness ve initiative, which MAIL THIS COUPON NOW! fundamentally, to wrong diet . Many a man is a failure ~ = ; : t wi >. 4-2 because malnutrition has robbed him of the energy and / rest\ , : yah payin Rea ‘ndurance, the menta 7 = Cn Reet W et I uw CeRea MPANY. IN Battle eek. Mick f goes on to describe his own break- \ es tw k ‘ Fas i or moderate amount of easily % | akt fas | all Or moderate amount Of easily M igeste 1 food, wl ich affords a large amount of balanced | ouris . Just the kind of breakfast dietitians ad- | N { vise!. . . “Fe or such a breakfast, you could find no food | | better than ape Nuts. l } Grape “oh is an unusually delici us f od, made ; from wheat and malted barley. It supplies dextrins, Tite ipeche thick Coen Flaked). Post's Bran. Flak a ; | maltose and other suhielanes for heat and energy; Post's Bran Cho te, Jell-O, Swans D | ; iron for the blood; phosphorus for teeth and bones; 4 milk fo k

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Continued from Page 38 When he reached the door he turned round and saw her oking after him. And he would have given the world to ush back, take her in his arms, hold her there against all mers, say, “‘ Leave it tome. I’ll buy, beg or drag you out You are my darling.” But what a sé What a disgraced butterfly if she ywered and hid in the shelter of the wine-red room when taking the winds and weather as of this somehow lution! she should fly bravely, they came He did not rush back; he hesitated only to ask, ‘‘ Where did you meet him, Jewel?” ‘At the Tree Top Club.” He started. ‘‘I--I—I probably drove him there!” “You?” “Tt’s a story of a fatal masquerade, my dear. I’ll tell u sometime.”” And he shut her into the battleground of the red room, longing that she should fight; and yet long- ing that she should fall He came back very quietly, so quietly that she did not hear him. She was not resting now, limp and broken, but was standing on the hearth with her back to the door, looking into the fire. And he saw that her shoulders were set gallantly, that all her delicate poise of pride was un- She had regained herself; the self that laughed the self that bluffed the world with its snaken but did not cry; tinsel banner bright. ‘Better for your tea, dear?’’ said John Jeffrey tenderly from his aching heart. “T’'ll go home.” He saw that she had wept hertearsdry. ‘Home, dear?” Not the new home! “I mean to Wall- Just for one night—one night more.” cried John Jeffrey, distraught at what his She flinched flower Road “Damn!” imagination conjured “You see, I'll have to tell them. I’ll go home tonight.” His heart, pounding against his ribs, kept beating its en- raged protest to him: ‘And after? You can’t let her go to Vieary—to that! You can’t, I tell you, you can’t!” ““And— and then, dear?” ‘1 am a married woman,” she said in a seared, brave, trembling voice. She let herself in with her latechkey and went through the narrow hall, depositing her suitcase as she went. Home! lhe peace, the quiet of the meager place! The generosity always offering to a girl all such comforts as it had! The grace of home -a grace that she had not perceived the grace that must have been embroidered into its whole fabric by her mother’s hands of love! And from the small dining room —for they only her mother came ot it, before; had the parlor fire on Sundays hurrying out. “That you, dear? Oh, my pet, you went out this morn- ing without Say- j (<Fe ing good-by.”’ (ory ‘Sf ol 4 “You Know, Jewel, That the Fire Burns the Dross But Cannot Destroy the Gold, Don’t You?"’ THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Her eyes fell on the suitcase that seemed to be shrinking, with a wish to hide, against the wall. And Jewel seemed also to be shrinking, with a wish to hide. But she stood up all the same, in the middle of the hall, right under the low-turned gaslight. ““Why, you took your case! You weren’t going away for a night, dear, without telling me, without saying good-by! Was it to Flora’s? Have you made it up?” “No, no, mother. I'll tell you all about it; and what I’ve done, and why I’ve come back.” Shadows on the girl’s white face—shadows of the shadowed hall in the low-turned gaslight? Mrs. Courage stretched up a hand and turned up the light. Jewel smiled faintly. ‘‘Is father home?” “In the dining room.” There he was, just as usual, old slippers on, old clothes sagging, old face sagging, diminished figure sagging, behind the evening paper. The girl entered like a soldier marching, and stood be- fore the fire, before her father. And Mrs. Courage, sharpened, followed her in, shutting the door with a strange caution from inexplicable fright, stealing forward, her eyes on Jewel's face. “Had a good day, my girl?”’ said Courage, mildly, help- lessly sardonic, from behind the paper. She made a faint sound, neither assent nor dissent. ‘‘ Mother’s been alone as usual, I suppose.” “‘What does it matter whether I’m alone or not?” said Mrs. Courage hurriedly. ‘‘ Jewel’s got her own affairs; all young people have. I don’t’mind.” “What are all these affairs? She doesn’t tell us.’ “T’ll tell you, father,” cried Jewel in a high voice. “I'll tell you, mother. I'll tell you a lot.” In the silence, the evening paper rustled down and Courage stood up, looking at his daughter. On the brink of words, she stopped sev- eral times, while they stood looking at her; and although they did not move, in their silence and _ intensity they seemed to be draw- i ing nearer, closing in upon her, so that she felt she could not bear it for another without screaming. second Ps om

December 4, 1926 How should she tell them? The inspiration came, and pulling off her left-hand glove, she raised the hand, laying it, with spread fingers, on her breast. Her mother first saw the golden ring ** Jewel!” Her father’s eyes gathered it too. ‘*What’s this?” he said, gray, aghast, in a quick thin tone. “You see,” said Jewel. “The ring means “Tt means she’s married, father. Jewel’s married. Now, father, don’t get upset. Now don’t say anything to the child. I knew all about it! Mother knew everything, didn’t she, darling?’ In a flurry, Mrs. Courage poured out words to save her baby from Courage’s possible feeble wrath. “What?” he cried. ‘‘ You knew, mother going out to get married today, and never told me, so that a “No, no, I didn’t know it was today. That’s where she’s Sut still, we don’t havea knew she was been naughty, surprising us so. wedding in the family every day. We mustn’t “Never telling me a word, so that I could do my duty as a father and find out who he was, and what kind of fellow, marrying a young girl still under age without her parents’ agreement.” “Mother knows everything doesn’t she, Jewel dear?’’ Silence. ‘‘No, mother,” said Jewel. Now Mrs. Courage knew that disaster was upon her be- loved, her treasure and her hope. She fell back against the table, clutching its edge with her hands. ‘‘ But, baby i “Not a baby any more,” said Jewel, turning her eyes upon them; and then Mrs. Courage saw, like John Jeffrey Fleet, that the child had died. Continued on Page 119) ” about it—everything

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42 THE SATURDAY And so th EVENING POST December 4, 1926 ey built three homes as one Sey 2 “The Tree-O,”" Lake Forest, Illinois Lake Forest and theother North Shore suburbs of Chicagoare coming to be known quite as much for their charming little homes on small plots of ground as for their grander mansions and estates. Indeed, the fashion now seems to be to see how economically you can build and still have everything you want. Copyright 1926, United States Gypsum Co of gypsum—smooth-surfaced, tight-jointed, nonwarping and permanent. They decorated the Sheetrock with Textone, plastic paint, obtaining individual effects in both tint and texture to suit each room of each house. Thus they combined in the wall and ceiling back- grounds of their homes the essential qualities of safety and beauty at most economical cost. Sheetrock and Textone are USG products— made only by the United States Gypsum Com- pany. Each of them has advantages that you cannot get in anything else. Sheetrock is sold by your dealer in lumber and building supplies, Textone, by your paint dealer. What can be achieved is admirably shown in “The Tree-O”—three most at- tractive little houses built on about three-quarters of an acre along Westminster Road, in Lake Forest, by three more than ordinarily interesting families. Morrow Krum is golf editor of The Chicago Tribune. Mrs. Krum is “Nancy R.,” the society editor of the “world’s greatest newspaper.” Their aunt is the Tribune’s noted travel and social correspondent, “Madame X.” The third home of the “Tree-O” is Mrs. Krum’s mother’s. With the same kind of work and tastes, they formed their own little “community” building project. Laid plans for a common garage and heating plant. Set harmonious Sheetrock is inspected and approved as an effective ui designs around a common court. And agreed to build not only well but economically. barrier to fire by the Underwriters’ Laboratories, Inc it ; a ‘ UNITED STATES GYPSUM COMPANY at For the walls and ceilings, they chose Sheetrock—the fireproof wallboard—broad,rigid sheets General Offices: 205 West Monroe St., Chicago, Illinois if Reg. U.S. Pat. Off The WALLBOARD | \ 72 designs from National Architectural Prize UNITED STATES GYPSUM COMPANY Wg Contest have been compiled in an attractive book. De 0. 205 West M » Street. Chicago. Illinois | 14] Send $1.00 and this coupon to Fireproofing a an ae Oe ee = Dept. Ww, U.S Gypsum Co., 205 W. Monroe Pp R Oo D U i -_ S Send me free booklet. “Sheetrock Walls.” Street, Chicago, Il! P ">a Name ivame * City Address

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{ | t THE SATURDAY EVENING POST BIELIN YS FAT GUEIR EIN I EIRTFAL S Al MONKEY = and Several Other Things UNDAY, June 8, 186—today i got up erly and went over to Beanys to see ourmunky. Beany was up and out in the barn. the munky shew his teeth at us and chittered but when i shew him haff a red banana he gumped down and held out his funny little niggery hands and grabbed it and gumped back into the troth in the front part of the stall and skinned it and et it. he wood taik auful big mouthfulls and his mouth wood be swole up as if he had the toothake. but he woodent let us come neer him and we was afrade he mite bite us and we mite get the cholery. so we got Beanys fathers dog and held him by the coller so he wood not kill the munky becaus he is so mutch bigger and we sed sick him Tige. we wasent going to let Tige go but we jest wanted to see if the munky wood be scart. but when the munky saw the dog he gumped down and rushed at him chittering as loud as he cood chitter and Tige put his tale between his leggs and yanked away from Beany so quick that Beany went heels over head and Tige ran into the house and hid under the sofa and staid there all day growling and whining. we spent all the time we cood with our munky but we had to leeve him to go to chirch. Beany kep looking out behine the organ and showing his teeth and looking over his sholder first one way and then the other jest like a munky. i thougt i shood die laffing. we wanted to play the hand organ but it was sunday and Beanys mother woodent let us. Munday, June 9, 186—today when Beanys father opened the barn door he found that the munky had killed 2 hens. he hadent tore them or et them. he had grabbed them by the neck and strangulated them whitch was why they dident squork. then he had picked all the fethers off them and the barn was full of fethers. Beanys father sed the town of Kingston had got to pay for them hens. By Henry fl. Shute ILLUSTRATED Br LESLIE Beanys father led him out of the barn. he had a riding whip in his hand but all he had to do was to swish it in the air to scare the munky. then he hiched the munky to a tree and he clim up in the branches and gumped for an- other branch and the string wasent long enuf and he stoped in the air with a jerk and hung down over a limm kicking and whirling round and wood have been strangu- lated if Beanys father hadent grabed him by the back of the neck and lifted him over the limm. then he gave the munky sum peanuts whitch he cracked and et maiking auful funny faces. we played the hand organ two. it goes kind of hard. neether me or Beany or Pewt can play a hoal tune without resting. i never gnew before that a hand organ man had ennything but fun. Tuesday, June.10, 186—today the munky killed another hen. this time it was the rooster. he strangulated him jest like the others. Beanys father sed he will have a big bill agenst the town of Kingston. he sed peanuts and bananas are pretty xpensive. the munky et sum crackers today. when he hears the hand organ he skips and gumps round and gets terible xcited. i gess he misses the italian man. tomorrow me and Pewt and Beany are going to have a show. Wensday, June 11, 186—most vacation time. we dident have our show today. Beanys father sed we coodent have a crowd hanging round all the time. he got mad becaus the munky gumped on Beanys granmothers head, the one that had the tissick or the assmer, we never cood tell whitch and pulled off her cap and wigg and scrached her face. well Beanys mother threw a hoal pale of water all over the munky and all over Beanys granmother. i dont TURNER 1 know whitch was the maddest the munky or Beanys granmother. the munky chittered and shew its teeth and maid faces and Beanys granmother sputered and maid up faces but she had left her teeth in a glass goblit in the house and so she coodent show them and so the munk beet. ennyway it washer falt becaus we told her not to plage him but she kep gumping at him to make him chitter and he kep getting madder and madder until finaly he gumped so hard that he broke the string and got to her. well she grabed the stable broom and she hit at that munky as hard as she cood but he weiit up in the barn loft like a spider rur ning up a webb. and when she found she coodent hit him she hit me and Beany sum auful welts with the broom becaus we laffed. you wood have laffed if you cood have saw her bald- headed and wet throug. then Beanys mother put her apron over his granmothers head and ied her into the house to dry her wigg and cap. she hung her cap out on the line but not her wigg. i wunder why. we coodent get the munky to come down and so we locked the barn door until Beanys father come home. he coodent maik him come down eether. Beanys father sed that Kingston had got to by his mother a new wigg and a new cap. Thirsday, June 12, 186—vacation is coming neerer and neerer. today Beanys father took the hand organ up in the barn loft and me and Beany plaid it and what do you think. that munky come down and gumped rite on that organ and we fed him with sum peanuts and a piece of banana. then the munky set on Beanys sholder and dident bite him or scrach him. Beany got held of the string and then took him down stares with the organ. then we leened the organ agenst the side of a open shed and hiched the munky to it and he seamed to feal better. Continued on Page 174 When He Seen That Munky He Let Out Sutch a Yell That the Munky Gumped Down and Ran Back to the School House

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14 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 4, 1926 id = a vA EFRESH Your rooms with Cheerful Colors - brigh ten your haw with Lishter Housework Above is shown the “CEYLON” Rug r No. 564 “HARM in rooms isn’t bought by the And what happiness you will find in ei dollar’s worth. It’s astonishing how Congoleum’s many practical advantages. ar much you can accomplish—even on the The freedom from dusty, back-breaking thriftiest budget—if you make color and — sweeping and beating. rhe joy of being brightness your aim. able to clean a rug in just a few minutes, , ‘ and knowing it’s really clean. All the colors of a queen’s garden can be . . secured in low-priced materials for new An easy rub-over with a damp mop hangings, chair-covers, lamp shades and ~~ makes the smooth, sanitary surface of a table covers. There’s even an inexpensive Congoleum Rug spotless and gleaming. cure for that dreary, discouraged look that Think of the time saved! The leisure comes from threadbare floor-coverings. you'll have for the things you like to do! > Call upon the new designs Further, Gold Seal Art- fame Lewis Pierce has written ereaeg ante in Cong: eum Gold Seal Art- Rugs require no fastening. poy alba dagh par eel 8 Rugs. Varied — original The Gold Seal pasted "] J i charming. You cannot know PP caged er teger TE tvagintan . jad dep a tei how really pleasing they right on the face of the pat- pains Sac, HAT Dhetiaas Banat. are until you've seen thein. tern is the mark of the only f th genuine Congoleum Gold Designers of the highest ability have created a wide variety of artistic patterns for every part of the house. E Traditional designs in rich, restrained colorings. Large GOLD SEAL and small flowered patterns. res relties. And Seal Rugs. It reads “‘Satis- faction Guaranteed or Your Money Back” and is your guide to proved value in labor-saving floor-coverings. Ci ONGOLEUM-NAIRN INC. Interesting novelties. Philadelphia New York Boston C1 sla -es . . . : San Francisco Dallas Kansas City At RT-RUGS tile designs of surpassing Pitaburgh Minneapalis Ni Se be Atle quaintness and charm. a oeneland Rio de Jan n Canada—C g i Canada 1 M Ge old S eal ’ Ree N 0. #08 LOOK FOR THE GOLD SEAL ON THE RUGS YOU BUY ee qe

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Lie WARVEST OF THE YEARS nap ascand By Luther Burbank, With Wilbur Hall

| housecleaning ‘ | once It was al most teresting ar ways a habit with me to ; mative the ave the bulk of my letters, : : ie it partly for reference and ‘ se t y }.! partly because a _ letter und { { seems to meso much a part : oo 1 if the writer that destroy- aa ng it is a painful task; I hal t ( | tarted by putting them Anica t | away in packages, in bun- wonde The ‘ | dies, in boxes; I finally had rt t trave i | to do them up in bales and é g Ww r stuff them into hogsheads, g i wor intil at last there was noth- irs and fron ing for it but to store them costnaint ' in the loft of my big old barn Doorbell Knowledge Then I needed the loft. Something had to go, so I N' \W | want to write a put two young men at the i ttle about letters fron job of sorting the ten years’ the nd about some accumulation, taking off the tors I have had in the such names and addresses ast sixty years, becat | as might be useful later and they are the or ontact , then burning the lot. It 1 have had with people, ar took them the better part the g me, and | t } of a week, and according to will give you, asketchy | ) their rough calculation that tu f me, of the times it : loft held eighty-five thou- A I f ed, and the sand letters. When they event " I have had finished they came to t extent, participate me with a paper box full of The mail bag and the unused postage stamps, loorbe } w e ir many of them foreign, and g cities, who travel abou several of large denomina- the w i, who go t f tion Ignace Paderewski and Luther Burbank Before the / theate me night, % t “We took those stamps Santa Rosa Home. At Right—Mr. Burbank With out of the letters,’ the boys Albert, King of the Belgians } said L = And when I had had them counted those stamps totaled as soon as it was ar enough to pay the boys’ wages twice over. They had been and the business it con- j ent to pay for seeds, for return postage, for mall bills. and cerned was finished: but the like, and had been overlooked when the letters were read now, looking through the | house and the offices and Travels With the Postman the barn in search of things to Jog my memory \' rER that I tried to keep my correspondence cleaned forthese papers, I find that LY up all the time: but it wasn’t any us I suppose | | am again like a needle i have accumulated in the past ten years fully as many letter i havstack of letters | as were destroyed in that wholesale housecleaning of 1914 | wonder, contemplating it seems to me | have disposed of pretty nearly all my mail them, how I have contrived to find time to attend to them; and yet I don't

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16 THE Never Too Late O TAKE dinner with Doctor B is as good as read- ing for a half hour from the pages of life itself. He is perhaps one of the leading, most active and nent surgeons of our country, and lucky the young man who can sit at his feet and listen. Doe, | want your advice. I havea ephew who is thinking about surgery 1 career. The only trouble is he is twenty-three; it means seven years more of study, and he’s had no courses n that direction. It'll mean he'll have rin all over again, and he wonders Dey t isn’t a little late to begin now.” ‘My own career he best reply to it,’ returned Doc tor B. “l sometimes think we place too much importance on this begin-early stuff Old Doctor C used to say a fellow didn't 4 begin to collect any common sense un- hee til he was thirty Maybe that was to kid me along, but eally it isn’t when we start or how long t takes us to get started, but rather how hard and fast we push ourselves after we once begin. Che main thing is that we begin. I've seen men postpone their start or let themselves be buffaloed by the too-late- to-start idea, so that they never did get going at all during the rest of their lives. No matter what your age is, forget it and begin. After that, it’s easy enough if you’ve got the urge to make up time. Get my point?” 1 nodded that I did. ‘| certainly had to make up enotigh time, so I know. Mother and dad were farm folk — poor. They couldn't help much. It was all they could do to hang on while my brother ind | went through high school. 1 didn’t even realize the need of an education then. I didn’t, wouldn’t study. I got through somehow and didn’t care how badly. Then some boys I went to school with, all sons of people pretty well-to- do, got soft jobs around town and began to high-hat me, as e kids say today. That made me mad through, and one day I said to myself, ‘By gosh, nobody can look down on me! I'll get an education and show these snobs!’ ‘I went to the Y. M. C. A. in New York, where I taught for two years to earn money to support myself, and studied nights preparing for college. Next I went up to Andover Prep and taught physical training, at the same time boning for college. 1 had a very attractive offer to stay, but by this time the medical profession was in my blood and I had to go on with it. Finally, at the mature age of twenty five, | entered Yale for a four-year medical course. Think of a green young freshman twenty-five years old! I studied hard and had to work hard to support myself on the side. Money was scarcely a constant companion; when it did call on me it seldom stayed long. Many’s the night I went ver to Jack's, corner of York and Chapel, with only a nickel in my pocket, not knowing where my next meal was oming from, ordered a five-cent beer and killed the lunch ounter. Since | had to work to earn money during the day, 1 had to do all my dissecting at night. Almost every ght I'd go up into the dark dissecting room and dissect away three or four hours, with only an old corncob pipe for ompany. It was a spooky place at night, believe me. ‘* Junior year rolled by and I made my fraternity, but that didn’t mean much to me. I studied hard and stood well. linally, in senior year, when we were just about finished, Doctor C, one of the greatest surgeons of his day, came to me and said, ‘B, I want you to come with me for two years at the hospital.’ ‘I knew what that meant— only the honor man of the class would be chosen for that. It was a big compliment: cholasticaily it would make me, but I replied, ‘Sorry | an't, doctor. I’m twenty-nine years old’ — just about the ge your nephew would be after his course, by the way. ‘I’m id | e. If vou were to ask me for a loan of five dollars | iidnt give it to you ght now I've got to get out TheManWho Said the World Owed Him a Living and earn a living. Besides, I can’t spare the two years. I'd like to, but your offer comes a little late.’ ““*Look here,’ he fairly shouted at me, ‘you're coming with me; you’re coming tomorrow, and never mind money. I want you.’ “That was enough. Doctor C was a gruff, masterful man. That was May. I went. My final exams didn’t matter; I was considered high man on the strength of it. Worse yet, Doctor C pushed me immediately into surgery. The very first day he made me do a major operation while he sat in the gallery and looked on, making me nervous as acat. I knew nothing of hospital management, yet he put me in charge of fourteen young internes and told me I was responsible. I was just about as popular as a pig in a par- lor, as you can imagine. ““No one else could get along with Doctor C; he rowed with everybody, including me, until one day, a Sunday, a young boy was brought in with a fractured skull. It was serious. I tried to get the doctor everywhere without re- sult, so finally went ahead and operated on him myself An hour later Doctor C came bellowing through the wards. “*How long since you have been operating on brain cases? Who told you you could do this one?) Why didn’t you call for me?’ “*T tried to get you all over, doctor, but couldn't. This is the first brain operation I’ve done for you, and it will probably be the last. However, I wasn’t going to stand around waiting for you and watch the boy die. I'm not sorry.’ “He looked at me a moment, smiled, and from then on we never had any trouble, largely because I always did my working first and my playing afterward. I found he was particular; I made it a point that he should never have to tell me twice to do a thing. I found he was punctual al- most to the point of painfulness; I saw that he never had to wait for me. I did his bidding promptly and— well, we got along fine. So 1 was with him two years, learned much from him, and did a great deal of surgery of the most difficult sort, which he often literally pushed me into. Later, when the old man retired, he called me to him, saying, ‘B, here are my instruments—take what you want.’ **When I thought of the marvelous miracles these bright, beautiful things had performed in the sensitive hands that would never hold them again, it brought tears to my eyes. We live far apart now, but I still go to see the old gentle- man regularly every year. He is more than ninety now “So it was at the age of thirty-one | was only ready to begin my life’s work—on the threshold of my career, you might say. It seemed pretty late to begin, but I went so much faster because I did feel the pressure of years and the SATURDAY EVENING POST December 4, 1926 DIRILID need for haste that | am now further than many in my profession who were not so handicapped by time There are many compen- sations which seem to make up for a late start. I never have regretted mine, and I’m certain you can’t spend your time more profitably than in getting started properly. After that, the race is to the strong, whicl means the man who is will ing to make his legs go hardest, fastest and long provided, like a good runner, he uses his head on the turns.” A waiter came in “Telephone, sir.”’ Doctor B rose and est shortly reappeared “I’m awfully sorry | must go. A very seri ous operation at the hospital this will be my fourteenth today. You see, a surgeon always the slave of his telephone. He never ean appropriate a particular hour to himsel and be sure of it as his own. I sometime think my life belongs to the sick. That’s the fascinating part about surgery youa ways feel you are serving, fulfilling a life duty. It means so much so much mort than the money, which is only the visib! signs of getting on. Well, good night.” He left, but suddenly returned. ‘‘ Yes, tell your nephew it’s not too late. Time and again I’ve operated successfully when things had gone too long and it seemed too late. My own life and all the experience I’ve had since have con vinced me that it’s never too late.” The next moment he was gone. I really think he is right When we start doesn’t make very much difference after all, provided, of course, we have the courage to carry or after we once begin. HIRAM BLAUVELT Wit and the Law A A COLLEGE convocation there was introduced on¢ of the most prominent attorneys of the state. With a fine presence and an engaging smile, a voice whose harmony reached the recesses of the large auditorium, he mingled sound advice and touches of quaint humor until the audi- ence of young men and young ‘vomen was thrilled with the message he drove home. Every art of the born orator was present in the address. Later I suggested to him: “Why don’t you make after- dinner speeches? You ought to do a good job at that.” He hesitated a moment, then: “‘I’ll be frank with you I do make a good job of it. But I do not make after-dinne! speeches except on rare occasions—I’m a retired funny man. I did not need to learn public speaking. It is easy for me to talk to audiences and to rouse laughter. In col- lege it was my specialty, and I talked on every occasion possible. I became the school’s clown orator. Somehow it was a gift, if that is what you call it. The audience was an instrument on which I could play, and my voice and presence—-I am stating facts, not boasting—gave me an advantage. Public speaking grows on one; it is a sort of intoxication that reacts on the speaker and sets his blood pulsing faster and clears his mind— this, outside any mes sage he may wish to deliver. ““Well, when I came out of college and set up my law office I took an active part in the city’s civie affairs. | joined the chamber of commerce, a lunch club and an organization that conducted a weekly forum to discuss political and social affairs. Soon I was recognized as the town’s funny man and I was called on to talk at all sorts of functions. Addresses before the women’s clubs, the churc! societies, the chamber of commerce and similar bodies came with increasing rapidity. I was elected president of the chamber of commerce and with a bagful of stories presided at the banquets. Folks seemed to like it, and the towns around sent for me. I made speeches on every con- ceivable subject, from good roads to fundamentalism always with much wit and story-telling —in a score of cities Continued on Page 22/ om ce ate ae

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1s THE SATURDAY EVENING POST IND TH SOLA DUST OMI others were irritated by her. It de- bh) pended on how they felt about futility. pretty girl—one of the Lz Georgetown,” so her people were sorry for Mrs. Aiken; She had been a belles of contemporaries said— and she still wore the memory of prettiness like a frayed scarf. She had the awfully weet manner of her generation and clung to the archness of her girl- hood, just as she clung ‘to fluffy things about her throat and irrele- vant trimming for her dresses. Under all her fripperies she had a reserve of cold, hard shrewdness. But very few people suspected this, unless they were cruel people like old Beau Michener. Old Beau retired com- mander, U.S.N., triumphantly un- married, although his brass buttons had been the targets for feminine shots these forty years and more. He divided his time now between the Army and Navy Club and those drawing-rooms where one could be sure of finding rum for one’s after- noon tea and spice for one’s after- was a noon gossip. Old Beau woman's; they saw everything the dust behind a sofa and the mo- tive behind an act Whenever anyone remarked — as had eyes like a persons frequently, did remark that they just couldn't see how the Aikens managed to get along, Old Beau would chuckle way down un- der the rolls of fat that had accu- mulated over his stomach “Fanny Aiken has three vertible securities,’” he would say ‘*Her ancestors, her heirlooms and She’s living off the heirlooms Why, I myself bought that delightful nest of ta- con- her daughters now the rosewood ones that used (/ to be in her living room, you re- Bought ’em down at Ma- bles member. lakadi’s antique shop, and from the savage way Malakadi stuck to his original price, I know she had made him pay through the nose for them.”’ Across another deep chuckle, he would add: Fanny Aiken knows her way about. She's only exist- ing on the heirlooms, of course. Her big profits will come when she sells off the ancestors and the daughters. To- gether, you understand—together. Who takes the daugh ters will naturally acquire the ancestors along with them But Fanny will see that her three jewels bring a little big ger price for their antique settings.’ People always laughed at Beau's gibes; the meaner the gibes the heartier the laughter. But there was usually someone in the company to protest against his estimate of Fanny Aiken Oh, come the protestant would argue, ‘‘that’s it on a bit thick, isn’t it? Fanny Aiken’s a senti- And now,” putting mental fool. she uldn’t have the se » scheme mental 1; e wouldn t have the sense to scheme the girls are sweet.”’ ‘Oh, adorable! Perfect winners,”’ all the gossips would stunning to look at but accommo- Pretty manners, you know. So Everyone always wants them for a Except except, perhaps, the youngest one. Bobby is the prettiest of the three, of course, but she’s igree. “‘And not only dating and considerate unusual in these days nart party. Darlings! different \ little cold she always seems to me, and hough Bobby could not hear these public criticisms, he heard much the same thing in the privacy of home. In- it as regularly for breakfast as she had a ft-boiled egg. More i sixty cents a dozen the Aikens perforce scratched leed, she had regularly, because when eggs went £ y; 44 em off the menu In their shabby rambling old Georgetown house—one those authentic and charming old homes which have een luring Washingtonians across Rock Creek since the restoratic f old houses became the fad—the Aikens lived practically nothing at all. Mrs. Aiken had her pension, E By An Mary Badger Wilson cROS BY . mM. 5 TRATEO B We ‘You See Now Why it’s So Nice for Me to Have You Here Be: side Me,’’ She Explained. ‘‘I Can Rest. I Don’t Have to Try to Fascinate You’’ of course, because the late Theodore Aiken had been an army officer. But the pension for a captain’s widow is infinitesimal when one has to match it against the H.C.L. and three stair-step daughters all tumbling into grown- Joan Aiken was twenty-one, Frances al- Mrs. Aiken had planned But as she could upness at once most twenty, and Bobby eighteen to let them slip out socially, one at a time not afford debut parties, and as nobody could ever remem- ort hair and short frocks, girls all looked the same, anyway — invitations usually came for the three of them. So there were three sets of party frocks to contrive. And, except when rich Cousin Ellie helped out, nothing to contrive them on but the aforesaid pension and the income from a tiny, very tiny block of traction stock. It was no wonder that she had had to sell her rosewood tables and her mahogany four-posters and her fine old secretary and many another thing, even to a thin packet of letters which Martha Washington had written to one of her great-great-grandmothers. How fortunate, as she often remarked to the girls, that Martha’s letters could bring a higher price than those of her illustrious husband, because the good lady had taken her pen in hand less fre- quently. No, the wonder was that Mrs. Aiken had any heirlooms left at all. And considering the difficulties in her path, per- haps it was natural that she should scold Bobby so con- stantly. Bobby—christened Roberta— Aiken was the youngest and the prettiest of the three girls. She was really amaz- ingly pretty; sometimes it almost took your breath away to look at her. Those were the times when she was tremendously inter- ested in something, when her blue eyes blazed black, and the tea-rose pink in her cheeks deepened to La France, when she forgot to keep her mouth looking scornful and allowed it to be lovable, when the red gold of her hair, ber which was the older—-what with sl December 4, 1926 which curled in soft baby ringlets all over her proud little head, seemed to crisp into new glory. Yes, she really took your breath away then. But even when she was not like that, even when she was detached and a little cold and faintly scornful of life, she quickened many a masculine pulse. Naturally, her mother expected, and had every right to expect, that Bobby would do something brilliant for the family. The something would in- evitably be matrimony. With their social connecticns, embracing the Army and Navy sets and the old Washington set, it was possible, even without money, for the Aiken girls to meet the right people. Bobby’s light should not be hidden under the bushel of poverty, not if her mother could help it! Often when she was too tired, after a day’s contriving, to sleep, Mrs Aiken would lie awake at night pleasurably building air castles on the foundations of the brilliant mar- riage Bobby would presently make The only obstacle to such castle building was Bobby herself. Bobby had such curious ideas. One of them was the idea of work. She wanted to go to work, she said —to go to business school and learn to be a stenographer or bookkeeper or some such grubby thing. ‘“‘Now there’s no use beginning all over again about that,’’ Mrs. Aiken said firmly when Bobby read an alluring advertisement from the morning paper. Bobby read: “HELP WANTED. Female: Wanted, asecretary. Must be good stenographer and typist. Woman novelist desires a com petent secretary with pleasant personality; one who is willing to accompany her to Italy for the winter months. $35 a week.” Bobby’s blue eyes blazed black, her faint color deepened to rose, her red lips parted softly. “Think of it!’’ she murmured. “Italy! All the glorious things to see. And thirty-five dollars a week. Thirty-five dollars a week!” She closed one small hand tightly, as though she already grasped the money in a mercenary fist. It Bobby’s moments of breath-taking beauty, but she did not take her mother’s breath. “‘Now don’t start that nonsense again,’’ her mother said “But, mother, think what it would mean if we had thirty-five dollars coming in every week! Or even thirty a week. Of course, I really shouldn't think of a position that would take me to Italy. I'd get a job right in Washington and I'd turn my salary over to you. We could pay up all our bills and not feel apologetic to the iceman and the milk- And we could sometimes buy a dress or a was one of man any more hat, not always have to wear what Cousin Ellie sends us.” ‘“Your Cousin Ellie has been very generous. You're a most ungrateful girl,’’ her mother said coldly Joan put down the society page of the morning paper which she had been absorbing while Bobby scanned the help-wanted advertisements. “You are so frightfully middle-class, Bobby, marked scornfully. ‘‘The idea of feeling apologetic to an iceman. Why, an iceman isn’t a person at all.” “‘He’s a mighty important person when you need ice,” Bobby muttered. “It is all very well for rich girls to take up work as a fad,”’ Mrs. Aiken’s plaintive voice resumed the argument ‘All this talk about careers is tiresome, but it is harmless as long as a girl doesn’t really have to work for the kind of a job you'd have to take she re- a living But a grubby job would simply finish your chances in life. Look at the Palmer girl; she got a job after her father lost his money. And see what happened to her. For a little while people asked her to evening parties, but she dropped out of things soon enough. And she ended by marrying a nobody who worked in the office with her; some clerk, I believe.” Mrs. Aiken was taking on the martyr expression whicl she often wore when talking to her youngest daughter ‘I’ve tried,”’ she said sadly. ‘I’ve worked my fingers to the bone to give you a chance in life, to see that you meet the right people, and all you can think about is the iceman and the milkman and their wretched little duns for money!”’ Frances laughed Continued on Page 50

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Continued from Page 48 Why, mother, Bobby loves the lower classes,’’ she d. ‘You should have seen her yesterday. Laura Trask ve us home from Chevy Chase in her new car, and we to stop for gas at that station near the bridge, you w. The boy who came to give us the gas turned out to be an intimate friend of Bobby’s. She almost fell on his neck And the way Laura Trask stared! "Twould have frozen a fish iken and Joan both turned horrified eyes upon who pushed her chair angrily back from the table nd stood up, slim and straight, a lovely flame of indigna- How utterly absurd, Frances, to pretend you didn’t now » it was!”’ she exclaimed. “It was Terry Bren- in, and four years ago when you were a sophomore in gh school and he was the football hero, you would have wen glad enough if he’d flung you a kind word. Well, he lid fling them to me, though I was nothing but a green ittle freshman. He was sweet to me. I like hima lot. What dol care whether Laura Trask stares or you giggle? Darned w whe id snobs, both of you! Bobby flung out of the room. Mrs. Aiken sighed. ‘‘I worry terribly over Bobby,” she confided to her two tractable daughters. ‘She seems to have no sense at all about picking the right people. And i'm so afraid she’s serious about getting a job. Who is this Brennan creature, Frances?” Frances shrugged her shoulders. ‘‘Oh, he’s a good- oking Irishman. He was a senior over at Western High when Bobby was a freshman, just as she said. Great foot- ball hero and that sort of thing. But he fell for Bobby the way they all do’’—Frances’ voice was faintly bitter used to carry her books up the hill for her ’n’ all that.”’ Mrs. Aiken sighed. It had been a great trial to her that she had had to let the girls zo to public schools. Out of a bemused silence she presently said, “I think I'll call on Mildred Vandiver this afternoon and find out who’s coming to her dinner tonight.” The Vandiver dinner was one of the many small parties scheduled to precede the big Hammerton dance, and as tobby had been asked to it, Mrs. Aiken’s interest in the Please, Bobby, Mend Your Broken Line. Nobody Taiks About Right and Wrong. It Simpiy Isn't Done'"’ THE SATURDAY EVENING POST guest list was maternal and natural. But Frances pro- tested. ‘Mrs. Vandiver won’t want to see callers in the after- noon when she’s having a dinner tonight. You know how she fusses over her parties; she’s probably having a hec- tic day.” Mrs. Aiken smiled her slightly oversweet smile. “* Milly and I were schoolgirls together,”’ she said. ‘‘We aren’t formal. If she’s resting, I'll just run up to her room and chat with her a few minutes. Or if she’s busy I’!] pitch in and help.” A gleam of affectionate mockery lighted Joan’s cool, dark eyes. ‘‘ People talk so much more freely when things are informal, don’t they, mother?” she insinuated. ‘‘ Funny how intimate women get in negligee.”’ Mrs. Aiken looked hurt. “‘I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, Joan,’’ she said plaintively. ‘‘You seem to think I’m trying to get something out of Milly Vandiver Isn’t it natural that I should take an interest in the parties my daughters are asked to?” Joan dropped a slim, casual hand on her mother’s shoul- der and patted it soothingly. ‘“‘Of course it is, old dear,’’ she said. glad to have your maternal interest. Bobby’s different.” “Me, I’m only too But Bobby now Late that afternoon Mrs. Aiken returned from her in- formal call on her old schoolmate like a flag-decked boat making harbor. There was something triumphant about the motion of the feathers on her hat; something assured about the delicate motions of her’ hands in their shabby gloves; and her faded eyes were ashine with pleasure. “IT want you to wear your new flame-colored dress to- night,”’ she said to Bobby. ‘ Milly’s dinner is going to be a nice party. Even if there’s danger of the dress crushing at the dance later—such a mob at the Hammertons’ always still for Milly’s. Yes, I’m sure you'd better wear the flame-colored.”’ Now Bobby’s flame-colored dress was a tricky affair, the kind of frock which either lowers its wearer to the depths or raises her to the heights. Rich Cousin Ellie, who lived in Philadelphia, had bought it originally for one of her own December 4,192 daughters. Cousin Fllie’s daughters were bored young persons who had been allowed to stuff too many sweets in childhood and who consequently suffered now from sallow compiexions and lank, oily hair. The flame-colored dres had been distinctly a boomerang on Cousin Ellie’s eldest So it had come to Bobby practically new. On Bobby it was a deadly explosive against which all masculine non combatants should certainly furnished protec tive masks. Bobby, who was a little indifferent about clothes, merely murmured ‘‘ Yes, mother,”’ to Mrs. Aiken's suggestion But Joan asked shrewdly, “‘Who’s taking Bobby in to- night?”’ Mrs. Aiken’s feathers took on added peeled off the shabby gloves and flexed her fingers once « twice before she answered Joan, prolonging the victory her announcement. **Milly has decided on Philip Davidson as Bobby’s dir ner partner,” she said at last. ‘‘ He is the on] ator Davidson—you know, that rich copper senator “Oh, yes, I know all about Phil,”’ Joan interrupted “*He’s just back from getting his Paris divorce. He mar ried a dancer or something, and she stuck him for stiff ali- mony too.”’ Bobby looked up from the table napkin she was hem stitching. ‘I’m not sure that I believe in divorce,”’ she said gravely. Joan laughed. said sharply to her sister. It’s nearly as bad to get married only once as it is to be an old maid.” “T think it’s horrible. Throwing husbands and wives away like old shoes,’”’ Bobby protested. “But how nice to get shiny new ones with diamond buckles,” Joan suggested. “It isn’t right.’””, Bobby was quite firm. Joan shuddered. ‘‘ You talk like a movie caption,” she said. ‘‘Please, Bobby, mend your broken line. Nobody talks about right and wrong. It simply isn’t done. Pre- prohibition, positively.” have been triumpt! she ly son of sen “Don’t be stuffy and middle-class,”’ she “Everybody gets divorces now (Continued on Page 52

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These Parisian divorces are beau- tifully arranged with no scandal, so Milly says. We ought to be charitable in our judgments, you know, Bobby, dear.” She raised a discreet handkerchief to her eyes, in which tears had gathered. Mrs. Aiken cried very easily. “I’m sure,” she added, quite relevantly, “I don’t know what we are to do this win- ter unless I can sell the Stuart portrait. With this terrible coal strike and the prices, and the expenses for you girls. . . . Ah, Bobby, do try to be nice to Mr. Davidson.” As a matter of fact, Bobby did not have to be nice. Just being Bobby in the flame- colored dress was enough. Phil Davidson beautifully tailored, dark and suave, with lazy, amused eyes and a self-indulgent mouth—succumbed promptly. Over the roast duckling he confessed as much. “Do you know, I like you,” he said in his pleasant, lazy voice. ‘Like you a lot.” “Some do,” Bobby admitted without prejudice. “| dare say. But few can appreciate you as I do,”’ he boasted: ‘I'll show you.” Bobby’s great blue eyes regarded him coldly. ‘A connoisseur, aren’t you?”’ she said. ‘‘I prefer amateur admirers to pro fessionals.”’ Phil laughed good-humoredly. He liked ‘em with a dash of paprika. But Bobby turned a cool and very lovely shoulder to him and switched her attention to the man on her other side, whose own dinner partner had abandoned him back in the fish course. He was a tall, thin young man whose up- standing blond hair was evidently a con- scientious objector to military brushes and whose preoccupied gray eyes peered at you in nearsighted fashion through thick glasses. He looked shy too. Not at all the sort to capture the fancy of a leading lady; in fact, quite plainly labeled by nature as one of the extras in life’s moving picture. Yet Bobby turned to him from Phil Davidson’s perfect profile with a pleasant sense of es- cape ‘“‘Who are you?” she asked with naive but friendly interest The young man started. He had re- treated mentally from the dinner and must come back a long way. He blinked at Bobby a couple of times and then a sort of glow came over his face. The glow was not an unusual phenomenon when young men regarded Bobby, but she noticed that this particular young man had a singularly sweet smile—sweet as a girl's, although his mouth was strongly masculine. **I'’m nobody in particular,”’ he admitted. ‘*My name happens to be Jones. Jeremy Jones. My friends mostly call me J. J.’ ‘*And where do you come from and what do you do?”’ Bobby pursued like a privi- leged catechism ‘I’m from the South— from North Caro- lina,” he said. ‘‘And I’m working for the Government—in the Agricultural Depart- ment. Scientific work—battling the boll weevils and that sort of thing. Tremen- dously interesting, you know.”’ The young man’s face was again lighted by that inner glow. But Bobby disregarded the tremendously interesting boll weevils. “Then if you work for the Government, of course you're poor,”’ she said. ‘‘How nice!” Jeremy Jones, familiarly known as J. J., stared. “* You think it nice to be poor?”’ he nquired. “Oh, no! No!’ Bobby denied ae | | u're really poor and can’t pay your bills, EVENING POST it’s horrid. I didn’t mean it was nice for you, but nice for me to have you here be- side me. Restful. You see, I’m poor too. We are quite desperately poor in our fam- ily. Mother hasn’t anything but a lot of mahogany and a little bit of a pension and three husky daughters with big appetites.” J. J. looked embarrassed. ‘‘I suppose you're spoofing me. I’m terribly slow at this small talk,”’ he said shyly. Bobby laughed. ‘“‘It’s the deadly truth I’m telling you,” she said. ‘It’s no secret, you see. Everybody knows about us, and if I don’t tell you somebody else will. I suppose everybody laughs too.”’ She shrugged an indifferent shoulder. ‘‘But people are awfully kind, of course. They ask us about to all the nice parties, although we never have the money to entertain them in return. And they introduce us to lots of eligible men. That’s our game, you see. We are out to catch rich young men Bitterness suddenly hardened Bobby’s soft young mouth. Then, as suddenly, the bitterness shattered into sparkles. ‘You see now why it’s so nice for me to have you here beside me,”’ she explained. ‘I can rest. I don’t have to try to fas- cinate you.” **You don’t have to try,” J. J. said very low. There was something in the serious- ness of his deep voice, plainly unused to turning light compliments, that troubled Bobby. “Oh, but I mustn’t,”’ she said. ‘‘ You're forbidden fruit, you see. I can't afford poor men. ‘Tell me about the boll weevils and things,”’ she commanded, stretching out a greedy hand to his supply of salted almonds, having finished her own some time since He lost his shyness as he talked about his work, and Bobby listening, understanding nothing whatever of boll weevils and things, was yet a little thrilled by his enthusiasm. ‘*There’s something so fine about a job!” she exclaimed. ‘‘Something so clean about work and about earning your own way. | wish I had a job.” Phil Davidson, escaping from the chat- tery young person into whose conversa- tional net Bobby’s desertion had thrown him, now leaned close to Bobby. ‘“‘Here’s a job waiting for you,”’ he whee- dled. ‘‘Take me on. I’m your job.”’ Bobby, remembering her mother’s tears and the threatened sale of the Stuart por- trait to pay for the winter’s coal, turned her golden head his way. ‘*Probably you are,’’ she admitted with a sigh. From the evening’s festivities Bobby came home with a pretty well danced-out flame-colored frock, but with a creditable string of dates for the coming week. Phil Davidson was to take her to the theater the very next night. But J. J. was to come for her in the afternoon and take her to ride in his roadster. It was an old car, rather battered, he had told her, not the sort a girl could be expected to like. But they had been through a lot together, he and that old car, and he’d back the engine against all newcomers. His near- sighted eyes had been positively affection ate as he talked of the engine. ‘I’m sure I'll like it much better than a new-rich car,’’ Bobby had assured him. She was ready for him a good half hour before he arrived, but she stood before the living-room mirror, pulling a few strategic curls from under her blue-velvet tam. It was unusual for Bobby to fuss about her ap- pearance. “Who is this person who is taking you to ride?”’ Mrs. Aiken asked coldly. “His name is Jeremy Jones, mother. And he’s terribly nice. Southerner,” om, _ Fs UR December 4, 1926 Bobby answered rather absently She poked the velvet tam with a disapproving finger. Perhaps she had better have worn Fran- ces’ gray felt? She wondered if J. J. liked blue. ‘And is that all you know about him? Mrs. Aiken pursued, even more coldly. Bobby swerved from the mirror defi- antly. ‘‘No, I know other things about him. I know he’s poor,” she said. Joan, who was reading an advanced magazine, tossed it aside, and took up the problem of her younger sister. “I do hope, Bobby, that you aren’t go- ing to fall for one of those poor but charm- ing Southerners,”’ she said. “This town i simply cluttered with them. But nobody goes in for them any more. They went out of style back in the horse-and-buggy age Can’t you ever get over being sentimental? Nobody’s sentimental now. It’s so middle class,”’ she wailed Later, driving in the battered roadster through the golden end of a frost-nipped day, Bobby asked earnestly, “‘Do you think, J. J., that it’s frightfully sentimen tal and middle-class to—to believe in things -in right and wrong, you know? J. J. peered down at her through hi thick glasses. ““Who says so?” he asked “Oh, lots of people,”’ she told him, “‘and my sister Joan,” “The only thing that seems to me middle-class,” J. J. told her gravely, ‘is t be afraid to think for yourself 1 expect people used to be afraid to say anything was right if other people said it was wron, Back in the Victorian age, you know. At leust that’s what one reads. But as thing ure going now, all the human herd is rush ing in the other direction. They are afraid now to say that anything is wrong! Well, I think it’s just as stupid to belong to the herd one time as another.” He laughed to himself, wrinkling hi nose. “‘Like a funny, adorable rabbit,” Bobby thought. ‘*Why, the thing that takes real courage today,” he told her, “is to admit that you have a principle or two. It’s immensely radical now to be conservative.” “Of course,”’ Bobby agreed, ‘“‘it’s fine and free and happy to think for yourself. But one can’t always. One has to think about other people.” She never talked to Phil Davidson about right and wrong and freedom and courage. Mostly Phil talked to her —about Paris and how to make a tricky new cocktail and what the best-dressed chorus girls didn’t wear and just how much make-up was smart, and all such things as that. And, after a time or two, about how he couldn't worry along any more without Bobby and how different she was from that little gold digger he had married the first time and why wouldn’t Bobby come on and marry him now, today? Of course she would have to marry him in the end. She knew that. Because her mother talked more and more about the coal bills and the grocery bills and how they’d simply have to sell the Stuart por trait. After which, she would weep a little, very gently, and say she had hoped they could keep the Stuart. And all the family would sing Phil Davidson’s praises and Joan would say she wished he would fall for ner. But even though she had to marry him eventually, Bobby put off the day. And all the time it was getting harder and harder. Because all the time there was J. J. growing dearer and dearer. Joan laughed at him, and Frances imitated him behind his back-- his nearsighted peering way of looking at you and his shy, awk ward ways. But this only added a sort of fierceness to Bobby’s feeling for him. He took her out in his shabby car constantly And sometimes they went to movies to gether and had hot chocolate afterward He had wanted to do more expensive things for her--the sort of things Phil Davidson did But she would not hear to it Continued on Page 54

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Continued from Page 52 ‘The idea, on your salary!”’ she had pro- “And, anyway, I’m sick of being on the receiving end of the line. People al- ways inviting me to places and men always giving me presents, and I can’t ever do inything for anyone. Oh, I wish some- times I could give and give and give! Let me have this one—friendship—yours and mine, without feeling like a gimme.” ‘You're a funny, nice girl,”’ J. J. com- mented. But he let her have it that way, and the things they did together were sim- ple, inexpensive things. As autumn congealed into winter and the social season whirled faster and faster, Bobby felt the screws turning tighter and tighter. Constant pressure. Pressure from Phil Davidson himself, who was not used to being put off when he wanted a thing. Pressure from home—pressure of tears, of ridicule, of poverty. Pushing her always toward Phil and marriage and money. She was driving home with him from a party in the early hours of a January morn- ing, when Phil told her he would not wait any longer. It was very cold, one of those dry, clear, cold nights—for, of course, two o'clock in the murning is still night time which come once in a blue moon in Wash- ington’s damp, slushy winters. But inside Phil’s luxurious limousine it was warm as summer. Bobby had a headache from danc- ing until all hours every night in the week; and she was oppressed by the shut-in warmth of the car; and she hated having Phil so affectionately demonstrative as he was tonight. She tried to move away from him, but he moved after her, a little clumsily. Then he fumbled in a concealed pocket and drew out a jeweler’s box which he opened. “Here it is,” he said. ‘Now take it or 'm getting tired of hanging on a tested. leave it. string.” Reaching for Bobby’s left hand, he thrust the ring onto her engagement finger. It was a gorgeous ring; there seemed to Bobby something cruel about the cold glit- ter of the enormcus diamond. Her chin trembled slightly and she had to press her lips together to keep them from trembling too. Then suddenly she felt Phil’s hot lips upon hers, Phil’s arms about her. She hated it so, especially when he was, she suspected, not quite sober. A sick hope- lessness, a sort of spiritual numbness spread through her whole being. Blessedly, the car drew up before her house. Before the chauffeur could open the door Bobby was fumbling at the inner handle. “Don’t bother to get out,”’ she told Phil hurriedly. “It’s cold. I’ll run fast to the house.” Ah, but it was good to get the clean, cold air in her lungs, to drink in the brief free- dom of it. Inserting her latchkey in the front door of her house, she looked up for an instant up to the spacious heavens and the calm, wise stars. In that instant she knew. Knew that right was eternally right and wrong eternally wrong, and that nothing justified you in cheapening your soul. She drew another long breath of the crisp coldness before she went into the house, and it was as though she breathed in cour- age and freedom. She stood for a minute, just within the door, listening to the purring motor of Phil’s car as it turned the corner. Peace, peace. Next day, without telling anybody what she was about, she went to the nearest post office and sent off a box, registered mail, to Phil Davidson. Then she stepped into a corner drug store and into a telephone booth and called J. J. at his office. “Could you get off from work today for something very important? Quite terribly important?” she asked. “You bet I could,” J. J. promptly. And before very long his roadster drew up at the curb outside the drug store where Bobby had waited for him, pretending to linger over a hot chocolate. J. J. bundled her into the car with two heavy Scotch rugs, for his was an open car and not heated like Phil’s splendid foreign one. ““Where?” he asked. “Rockville,” Bobby said. Now Rockville is Washington’s Gretna Green, so it’s no wonder that J. J. looked eager. “T told you last week that I couldn’t marry you, J. J.,”’ she said to him, when they had moved out of the traffic-filled streets into the quiet countryside. ‘‘ But if you still want me to, I’ll marry you today, now. Do you want to?” answered THE SATURDAY EVENING POST J. J.’s voice was not quite steady. “I reckon you know the answer to that,’’ he said. “Then you'd better take me while my courage lasts,’”’ Bobby advised. J. J. was fumbling in an inner pocket and presently he, too, produced a small box, and from it aring. Evidently he had clung to the hope that she might change her mind. But this was a very different ring from the gorgeous affair she had just re- turned to Phil Davidson by registered mail. This one had only a modest sapphire in an old-fashioned setting. “It was my mother’s engagement ring,” he told her, “‘and I'd love to have you wear it. Afterward I’ll give you a bigger one, but this, somehow, means more.”’ Bobby lifted it to her lips and kissed it. “T’d rather have it than the biggest dia- mond in the world,” she said. “I’m glad, glad you can’t give me diamonds,” she added fiercely. J. J. looked at her a little strangely. “I’ve always remembered what you told me, dear, about the receiving end of the line and all that. How tired you were of having things given to you. But—if some- time later—if I could give you things, you wouldn’t really mind, would you, now? Be- cause nothing that I could ever give you would be a millionth part of what you are giving me—your precious self.” Having made, for him, such a long speech, J. J. suddenly became inarticulate. Bobby laughed tenderly. The dear old foolish, she thought. As though a govern- ment clerk could ever make enough money to give his wife baubles. Soshesaid, “Surely, I won't mind, honey. I'll always love everything you give me.” Bobby’s marriage was a day’s topic at tea tables all over town. At a table where one could always be sure of getting rum in one’s tea and spice with one’s gossip. Old Beau Michener discussed it with a select and feminine group. “Isn’t it too thrilling about Bobby Aiken!” one exclamatory lady introduced the subject. “Oh, my dear, is it really true that her husband is worth millions?’’ The hostess paused in her tea pouring. “‘Perfectly,”” assured the exclamatory one. ‘‘His father owns most of the stock in December 4, 1926 one of those huge Carolina tobacco com- panies, and on his mother’s side it was cotton mills, I understand. This young Jeremy is worth three million in his own right and there’s no telling what he will inherit. One keeps thinking of Southerners as poor, when really they’re getting terribly rich, you know.” “Then why was he working as a govern- ment clerk or whatever it was?”’ ‘**Well, it seems that he is frightfully keen about scientific things—bugs or germs or something—and he says you can do the best research if you have the Government behind you. Of course, the salary is noth- ing to him at all.” A dark, eager lady, with a long nose for news, leaned forward into the conversation “‘Then he’s actually richer than Phil Davidson,’ she said. ‘‘ Because I hear the Davidsons have lost a lot of money, what with the high cost of Parisian divorces for Phil and the high cost of primaries for the senator.” Everybody began to laugh. ‘“‘What a joke on Fanny Aiken!’ Someone spoke the general thought. ‘‘She almost pushed Bobby down Phil Davidson’s throat and she pretty nearly forbade this millionaire creature the house. Poor, dear Fanny. So sentimental and so little sense.” Old Beau Michener chuckled his slow, fat chuckle. ‘‘Not such a joke on Fanny as you might think,’’ he told his feminine audience. ‘‘ You know it was Mildred Van diver who introduced both Phil and Jeremy to Bobby Aiken at a dinner last fall. Well, Mildred told me today that Fanny knew all along who Jeremy was, because Mildred herself had told her. She actually asked Mildred to put Jeremy on one side of Bobby at the dinner party.” Everybody gasped and there was a clat- ter of cups restored suddenly to their sau- cers. “But, then, if that’s true—oh, but it can’t be,’ decided the long-nosed news gatherer. “‘ Because Fanny has done every- thing possible to push the girl toward Phil Davidson.” “Exactly,” agreed Old Beau she understood Bobby.”’ His little red eyes almost disappeared behind his fat laugh—those woman’s eyes which could always see the dust behind a sofa or the motive behind an act. “You see, The Swannanoa Valley, Nortk Carolina

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th THE SATURDAY EVENING POST IT IS HARD TO BE & RICH MAN’S SON two years, doing all sorts of assignments in all parts of the city. There, too, I met with similar opposition from many men, though by this time it was an accomplished fact that I was in the business to stick. Part of my time with the Times I was stationed in their legislative office in Albany, the state capital, and here I had an opportunity of learning something about politics. I later found the experience invaluable. Two and a half years after I started in at the bottom of the newspaper profession I wrote my first signed story. From then on one-quarter of the stuff I had published was signed. Again the old bugaboo of men who never like to give up their pet theory! I heard it rumored everywhere my articles were being published only on account of my name. I was resolved to prove whether this was correct or not. I took an assumed name, wrote other articles, had these ac- cepted and paid for—though I did not cash the checks—by other newspapers and magazines; and I knew then that the rumors were simply rumors which I would have to meet with from time to time all the rest of my journalistic life. Then, just when I thought that most of my troubles were over, another little mis- chief maker stepped into the picture. This was a rumor which was effectively circu- lated that someone else wrote my stuff and I merely purchased it, revised it and signed my name. This spread fast because it was a new subject, and something which could be enlarged upon; yet I never did meet any individual who had the audacity to claim that it was he who was doing my writing for me. Why Pay a Rich Man? My experience from then on has been varied. I ran a news syndicate of my own for a year; and with this came the rumor that it was merely a rich man’s toy, couldn't possibly affect other news syndi- cates, would soon go under, didn’t need the money, and a lot of other choice bits of nonsense. I found difficulty in collecting the receivables due this firm from news- papers elsewhere; many were tardy in their payments; others positively refused to pay; the only excuse being that a rich man’s son didn’t need the money as much as less wealthy creditors. At last came the two and a half years in which I started and operated three news- papers and two magazines of my own. To some this may sound like a glorious ex- perience. I found it a glorious though very expensive experiment. The opposition I had had to contend with from my family four years previously had only heightened. Now it had turned into a concentrated drive by family, relatives, and everyone close to them and to me, to get me out of this direful occupation in any manner pos- sible. Probably the news of the commence- ment of my own newspapers almost caused a hemorrhage to some members of the clan. So that with the opposition from the f= arn Foe ‘ / \) f- - \ » A ; oe SS . ¢ SS 4 ] ’ = = = Continued from Page 9 outside, I aiso had the opposition from the inside. How I endured the two and a half years is more than I know. But that is another story. Soon after my newspapers got going the rumor mongers were at work again. The “‘rich man’s toy’ was the favorite phrase they used. All over the place it was said that I could not suc- ceed, and even if I did, it would not matter to the community at large, because “‘the owner is a nonresident, and is really not interested in the local problems.”’ Every time I made a mistake it was blamed upon my youth and inexperience; every time I succeeded in anything, it was said to be “ by the merest bit of chance.”” “‘ Vanderbilt luck’’ became a byword in journalism. The good things my papers were able to do were said to be “because he employs good, efficient people every now and then’’; those that were not so successful, “just as I told you; he did it himself again.”’ All Work and No Play When the end of my enterprises came last spring, I went to Europe on a quick business trip. I made a statement to this effect. Immediately there was a hue and cry that I had run away, that I would never be seen again. But when I returned three weeks later none of these rumor mongers could be found. I suppose the most difficult thing I have found in my own individual case is that of trying forever to convince everybody that I am in earnest. Few young men born in circumstances totally different could stand a month’s existence with me. For the past seven years I have toiled and slaved my life away. In my creed of work I have found a greed for work. My best recreation is my typewriter and something interesting to write. For weeks and weeks and weeks I have spent from fourteen to sixteen hours at my desk, day in and day out. Sundays and holidays have found me doing the same thing in the same way. For five years I never took one single day off, except the times when colds or bronchitis laid me up, and even then my portable typewriter was near at hand, and constantly in use when the doctor was not near. My devotion to work has ruined my health, because I have overdone it. Con- stantly I find myself catching bronchial troubles, and often I have stomach dis- orders, due more than anything else to the irregular hours at which I eat and the food which I consume. Gene Tunney tells me that I need to learn how to play; that is something which I have neglected these years that have passed. Four years ago Lord Northcliffe, on his trip around the world, stopped early one morning in Victoria, British Columbia, to play a game of golf. A great welcoming committee awaited him on the docks. But it happened to be a foggy morning, and Northcliffe came ashore at six o’clock in the steamer’s gig with the pilot. He made for the golf links on foot. I do not play golf, but it was my habit in those days to go for a brisk walk near the ocean early every morning. I passed Northcliffe and im- mediately recognized him from his pictures. Retracing my steps, I found him on the links looking in vain for a caddy. There being none present, I volunteered. At first he said little; and then he asked me if I knew anything about Japan “Yes, sir,”’ I said “T’ve studied the subject.” “Watch out for it, young man,” he re- plied “For what, sir?”’ I asked “The rising tide of color,”’ he added, and went on: ‘Canada and America have got to prepare. The next war will come from the Pacific; not now, or for many years, but it’s coming.” “What makes you so certain?” again. “Because the Japanese are the only people on earth who know how to combine work and play,”’ he replied. ‘‘ They are the most efficient of workers, their health is in- variably perfect, and they play as hard as they work.” Northcliffe told me a lot more, but those words I have remembered ever since. He was a most attractive man; his impressive personality was magnetic; his integrity I admired more than that of any present-day journalist. It has always been a source of wonder to me why so many persons, who in reality crave publicity, pretend to detest news- papers and newspapermen. It is an affecta- tion which does not jibe. I well remember, in my early days on the New York Herald, the visit of the Prince of Wales to New York. AsI had secured my interview from this popular young man in Canada, I was assigned to cover him when he came to New York. At many of the houses where he was invited to dances I was also among those present. Less fortunate scribes stood out in the cold of snowy nights waiting for whatever news they could secure. When- ever I got a chance I jotted down notes and threw them out of the window, hoping a gust of wind would not take them away. I asked Manufactured Romance Every debutante in the room, and many of the younger married women, were doing their best to catch the prince’s eye at Mrs. Whitelaw Reid’s party. The prince danced with everyone he possibly could, and though I watched him all evening, he did not dance with any one girl twice. When I came back to my office I reported this. “If he didn’t, what kind of a story are you going to write?’ I was asked ‘*A general, descriptive one,’’ I answered. Much forceful language, and_ then: ‘**Make up anyone you like, but at least say that he showered attention upon someone or other. We can’t have another dead story about this young man.” And so I bethought myself of a certain ing lady with whom the prince had had young Watch This Column If you want to be on our mailing list send in your name and address = : - GEORGE LEWIS and DOROTHY GULLIVER in “*The Collegians"* If you ever went to col- lege, or high school, or district school, or even the old red school- house in the country, you will enjoy **The Collegians,’’ Universal's series of two-reel pictures written by Carl Laemmle, Jr., and starring GEORGE LEWIS, DOROTHY GULLIVER and HAYDEN STEVENSON. They are brimful and running over with youth, beauty and college sports. 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Postwartime society, real-estate million- aires and fortune hunters from abroad have become so numerous that it is no longer a mark of distinction to bearich man. Buta rich man’s son who does not spend his nights at stage doors and night clubs, and his days sleeping off the effects of the night before, is still an exception. He is some- thing upon which many look with awe; he is a curiosity as much sought after as the rarest mammal in the zoo. Crowds stand and gape, if they know who he is, when he passes by. Every turn in the road hides someone who will try to sell him the best gold brick in town; they must think him related to Santa Claus the way they hang about, eager to trim him at the first opportunity. Success in Cycles Any other young man intent upon the daily battle for business supremacy may think he is having the worst time in the world getting ahead. If he should change places for one moment with his financially more fortunate adversary he would find that he was very much mistaken. The trials and tribulations of the ordinary individual are as nothing compared with those of the rich man’s son. Where the other young man can go peacefully out to dinner, theater, cabaret and bed, his less fortunate com- petitor must remain hard at work. Should he stop a moment sooner, the rumor is out that he is merely playing at his work, is no EVENING POST longer interested, is losing heart and cour- age, is getting discontented and will soon throw up the job. The poor man’s son is encouraged on all sides; everyone wishes him luck, and means it. It is a popular thing for the neighbor- hood to be represented by another young man who has made good. Later he will go into politics, and if he is of the right caliber and willing to take orders, he will be shoved far up along the line. If he does not care for politics, the best that business can offer him in his particular line is laid before him. There are special inducements on the side; he joins luncheon clubs and fraternal organ- izations; he makes donations to the poor and needy; he visits hospitals, lays corner- stones, speaks over the radio, and becomes a business prophetical barometer. Some day he will have a son old enough to start out for himself. If the son has been brought up with too much money to spend, too grandiose ideas of life, too lavish tastes, and too sensuous desires, he will not go very far toward impressing the world. If he has abstained, has been taught the essen- tials of life and has been imbued with the story of his father’s meteoric rise, he will want to make something out of himself too. And then will commence, in another gen- eration, that which has taken place in every generation in American history since Amer- ica grew and developed into a full-sized industrial land—the natural battle between the sons of the rich and the sons of the poor. History is said to repeat itself, and it certainly does. Every decade gives to the world an outstanding figure. And every decade sees many other young people go down to somber defeat. People as a whole admire anyone with stamina enough to laugh at trouble and try all over again. Europeans cannot understand this Amer- ican characteristic; it is felt abroad that once one has proved by actuality that suc- cess is not possible, one should forget all about the business world and retire to a life more obscure. But America is filled with men who have failed many times and in the end risen to greater heights than they December 4, 1926 anticipated. That a great percentage of these have been pvor men’s sons does not mean that the rich man’s son cannot do likewise. In fact, he should be imbued with the desire to ‘let the dead past bury its dead,”’ and try again for the future. Someone once said, “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try, again.’”’ And Kipling tells us that ‘‘th» man worth while is the man who can smile when everything goes dead wrong.”’ Catch phrases are popular in American life; that is why art dealers can sell so many framed mottoes and gift cards. Room at the Top Of course, once the rich man’s son has been able to impress upon his community and the country at large that he is in busi- ness, win or lose, for good, then his problem is less difficult to solve. A fairer attitude is assumed. He is regarded as a fixture. The nation is pleased to count him in its midst, as one of those willing souls with the ability and the wherewithal to aid in the doing of bigger and better things. He is respected for his courage, his judgment and his in- tegrity, and all political parties lay siege for his patronage. Someone once wrote a poem which has often inspired me, as it must have other young men in similar circumstances. It goes something like this: “Never you mind the crowd, lad, nor fancy your life won’t tell; work is done for all that, doeth it well. Fancy the world a hill, lad, look where the millions stop. You'll find the crowds at the there’s always room at the top. Courage and faith and patience; The to him that lad, but base, there is space in the old world yet You stand a better chance, lad, the further along you get. The road may he rough and rocky, but never despair nor drop; your path leads there’: Be sure upward, always room at the top.” SHORT TURNS AND ENCORES o’clock somebody either came in or we went somewhere. I took in four dances, five parties and two lectures. All the other eve- nings of the two weeks I was gone I filled in at bridge. I’m pretty near a nervous wreck, mom.”’ David B. Park. Ballad of a Football Warrior SING the powerful, smashing team. I love the cheers and the blaring band. I thrill to bodies that sweat and steam On the chalk-marked turf of a He Land. My flaming frenzy is fed and fanned By the thud and thunder Man's (Continued from Page 36 Of mean abuse I've a steady stream For referees of the fairest brand. At close decisions I wildly scream An epithet or a reprimand. And what care I if the grid be spanned By clouds that cover the field with sleet? I'm wrapped in my fur-lined ulster and Snugly parked in a grand-stand seat. L’ Envoi Son, your future I’ve proudly planned : A varsity quarterback, strong and fleet, Then your dad will yell till he busts a gland Snugly parked in a grand-stand seat. N. D. Plume. of cleated feet ; With a ‘‘Fight like hell!”’ I am right on hand— Snugly parked in a grand- stand seat. Of the flying wedges of yore I dream, And curse the day that the play was canned. The deadly hurdle I stoutly deem A virile weapon unjustly panned, A game that’s rough is a game that's grand, A slugging fest is my special meat. I crave a diet of blood and sand Snugly parked in a grand-stand seat, ORAWN BY WALTER WELLENAN Grandmother: Goodness Me! Why, When I Was a Littie Girl Little Granddaughter: Tut, Tut! I'm Sure, Granny Dear, That Mummy Would Prefer That You Do Not Discuss Those Wild Parties With Us Majoring in Economics HATED to see my younger boy go to college,” said Benjamin Harrison Brown, the well-known real-estate man, ‘because he’s working his way through, and that means that by the time he gradu- ates his income will be so large he won't find any job good enough for him. “His brother Morton worked his way through college, and in his senior year was the head of so many campus businesses that once when I forgot to send him his monthly allowance check he didn’t telegraph for it for three whole days. “Some of the students had done pretty well in the suit, sweater, pipe, photograph and necktie-agency line, but Morton turned pro- fessional. “When I asked this younger boy if he had looked over the cata- logues to see what he wanted at college for his commercial enterprises, he said no; he intended stopping in New York on the way through and calling on the whole- salers personally. ‘*Of course, there's one consolation about a student in business. There’s not much dan- ger of him writing a col- lege novel or winning the prize for the one-act play.” McCready Huston.

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“What's the use? What difference would it make?” ‘Suppose you did, dc you think anybody hearing about a young man named James Harrington would be apt to connect him with Harry Jones?” “Not unless my nose was mentioned at the same time,” replied Harry with a laugh. ‘“‘As I said before, Beard, what’s the ——”’ The phrase broke off sharply, cut short by a strange, impelling fire in the old man’s eyes. Harry raised his hand to his face, touched his nose, and then stroked it slowly with trembling, inquiring fingers. Pres- ently his hand fell to his side. Tears started rolling down his cheeks. He turned his face to the pillow and began to sob. “T wouldn't do that if I were you,” said Beard calmly. ‘I suppose you’re crying just because you’re weak so as to make yourself weaker. Is that the idea?”’ “No,” said Harry, pulling himself to- gether. “I had todosomething. I wanted to shout, but I could only cry. Bring mea looking-glass, Beard.”’ “There isn’t such a thing on the place, and I wouldn’t bring it to you if there was.” “Why not?” “Because you'd be frightfully dis- appointed. James Harrington is still in the process of formation, my friend, and about as ugly as everything else half born.” For the first time since convalescence had set in, Harry passed an all but sleep- less night. Though the news of his probable double recovery had been broken to him by degrees and with the lightest possible touch, he felt as if it had been announced with drums and cymbals. He could not keep his hands from making childish, ecstatic move- ments or his brain from leaping far ahead to pictures of himself returning from exile, making a clean breast of things and winning back the regard of his fellow townsmen. No longer would he be an eyesore. What need had he of another name? He would go back to be Harry Jones again—the Harry Jones that had never quite faded from his mind’s eye. He put up his fingers to caress his nose and his cheeks, trying to feel how they looked. He passed his hand over his head and found it was bald as an egg. But what of it? People didn’t think of baldness as a deformity; besides, it was something you could hide. By morning much of the ground he had gained was lost. Beard looked at him sadly, sat down on the edge of the bed, and after a long silence began to talk: “‘I hadn't suspected it, but I’m afraid you’re a bit of a fool. Why do you think I took all that trouble to lead up gently to the fact that the scarlet fever seems to have burned the acne out at its roots?”’ “T don’t know,” murmured Harry, keep- ing his eyes closed. ‘Recause I didn’t want you to realize it suddenly while I wasn’t around. I was afraid you might throw some kind of a fit; but you've done worse. You've been keep- ing yourself awake, fretting childishly over little things, instead of humbling yourself before the majesty of a miracle. Something has come to you that may never before have come to any human being. You are on the threshold of an opportunity such as no one else has ever had, and you ought to be on your knees before it, immersed to your ears in calm. If you aren’t big enough to catch the trend of what I’m saying, I hope you have a reiapse and die.” ‘Beard, I'm weaker than you think. If you talk like that I will die.” ““Go ahead. My professional curiosity is entirely satisfied; I know that a violent case of scarlet fever may cure advanced acne rosacea. I don’t know that it always will, but I know it can.” “Ts that all curing me means to you?” “Tt wasn’t, but it will be unless you can sense something of the immensity of what's happening to you.” ‘Speak more plainly. best not to be stupid.”’ I'm trying my THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE SILVER CORD (Continued from Page 33) “Rebirth. If I’m not entirely wrong in my calculation, you’re going to be reborn physically, I mean—in your thirtieth year. Without losing one memory or an iota of the knowledge of thirty years of life, you're going to be given a new start. What are you good for if you can’t see in that possibility something huge? Face to face with such a chance, you should never again be subject to the belittling passions of other men.” “You can’t mean that nobody will know me,” said Harry, opening his eyes. “Exactly. At least, that’s what I believe at present and it’s what you’ve got to pre- pare yourself to meet. If I hadn’t seen you change day by day, no one could persuade me you’re the same man who slid down my roof two weeks and two days ago.” “T’ll be free to go anywhere I please,” murmured Harry. “Ts that all you can see?’’ growled the old man. “Listen! You can forget every mean thing you ever did. You can be cut from your past the way we cut babies from their mothers. You can be James Harring- ton from this day—a new man, born full- grown. Those are only a few of the things you ought to be thinking about.” “James Harrington,” repeated Harry, his eyes wide and staring. “That's it. Build yourself around that name. Live with it and sleep with it. Give it a chance from the start. You’re James Harrington. You're through with the pusillanimous prig that was too cowardly to look the girl who loved him in the eye. You're through with the low-down, cring- ing meanness that killed your mother. You're through with the sneaking streak that drowned the boy you’d known all your life in Jasmine Pool. You're through with that crawling, soft, white-bellied worm, Harry Jones. You’re James Harrington.” “Tf I were only stronger I’d drag you around the room by the hair until you took back every one of those black lies.”’ The Beard of God rose to his full height, stretched and yawned. ‘I’m going to write that down,” he said, turning from the bed. “It may become historical as the first con- scious speech of James Harrington.” vi “TTNHE three weeks are up today, Beard. What have you done with my clothes?” “T’ve burned them.” “Burned them!” “Every stitch. I found your hat and burned that too. I threw your watch away —one hundred feet out and three hun- dred down. I took all the money out of your pockets— quite a lot of it. You'll find it in the tin can on the top shelf over yonder.” “There’s almost two thousand dollars. It took me three years to save it, a dollar and sometimes a nickel at a time. Once I got started, I used to make the most ex- traordinary sacrifices to save a nickel. It gave me a thrill to change twenty of them into a dollar and a hundred dollars into a single bill.” “Acquisition is a disease,”’ said Beard, “almost incurable, and as ridiculous as a bulbous nose. You know, Harrington, I’ve been on this mountain shelf for twenty-four years and it’s brought me an amazing capacity for humor. I see big words from such astrange angie. For instance, wealth, honor, justice, fame, achievement, look en- tirely different to me from what they can possibly look to you.” “‘T can understand that they should, even if I’m too much in the dark to see how.”’ “The seriousness of the Anglo-Saxon race, on its knees before accepted defini- tions,’ continued Beard, “is the most stupendous joke on earth. Look at me. I have nothing I don’t need, either in my mind or in my house. It’s different, and a lot more difficult than having everything you need.” “‘What about those three skulls?”’ asked Harrington with a smile. ‘“‘Do you mean to say you couldn’t get along without them?” Beard stared at him, surprised. ‘“‘My dear fellow, I possess nothing more useful. They are three watchdogs—a range of iron bars—the time lock on a safety vault—an insurance policy. In fact, they are stronger than any of those usual contraptions, be- cause you can’t kill an idea with a poison pill or blow it up with dynamite.” “T see your point and plead guilty to a silly question. Beard, what are you doing here, with superstition for a bodyguard and a cave for a home? Don’t tell me if you don’t want to, but I'd like to know. What made you come here twenty-four years ago?” 5 “‘Justice!’’ cried Beard, and laughed. ““What makes you laugh?” “Two things—the thought that there was a time when I would have minded your questions, and then that word ‘justice.’ Let’s see if I can’t use the whole string of big words in a single breath. One day, Harrington, I was a wealthy surgeon, with achievement behind me and fame just ahead. The next I was a cause célébre and headed for seven years in the penitentiary on account of somebody else’s honor.” ‘What happened?” “‘Not the usual thing, I can assure you. There was friendship involved, but no money. I had less than nothing to gain. When I think of it I’m amazed, because it was one of the most casual things I ever did. I simply weighed one set of evils against another, chose my course without the slightest hesitation, and tripped on an unexpected complication.” “You were struck by lightning,’ said Harrington with understanding. ‘“‘It could have come to any one of a thousand others who didn’t even bother to weigh right and wrong, but the thunderbolt happened to pick on you. It must have brought you down with the crash of an oak.” “Brought me down!” exclaimed Beard. “Well, yes. I can remember what you mean.” “That’s a strange phrase.” “T mean I can remember what your point of view did to me—the excruciating and needless suffering. It actually drove me to the verge of taking my own life—of robbing myself of a quarter of a century of amusement and content. But the friends who hadn’t been able to keep the lightning from striking could at least fix it for me to jump my bail. So you have injustice giving me everything I want, making me into a great I-am; while justice keeps right on waiting for a chance to send me to jail. Why shouldn’t I laugh?”’ “TI want to go out and look over the speck of earth that’s mothered a happy man, Beard. Get me some clothes.” “You won’t need clothes for some time.” “What's that?’ cried Harrington un- believingly. He raised himself on his el- bows and stared at his bearded savior. “You won’t need clothes for some time,” repeated Beard calmly. “But I want to go outside and see things.” “Just wrap the sheet around you and go. I’ll move the couch out.” “Beard, stop the nonsense. I’ve got to have something to wear—a pair of cotton pants and a coat like yours.” “No clothes,” repeated Beard im- perturbably. “I’m not through with you.” “You mean I’m a prisoner?”’ asked Har- rington, nonplused. “Chained merely by an idea,” said Beard. ‘“‘Otherwise you're as free as air.”’ Harrington began to smile as compre- hension dawned on him. “It’s like the skulls, only exactly the opposite. You think my prejudices will keep me from wandering far with nothing but a sheet to cover my nakedness.” “That’s the idea,” placidly. assented Beard December 4, 1926 “Did you mean you’re not through with me as an invalid?”’ “I’m quite through with you as an inva- lid, but I’ve only begun on you as a well man. Wait till I fix things, then you can come outside for a while.”’ He cleared a channel through the front room and dragged out the couch. Then he gave Harrington his own sandals, got him to his feet, showed him how to drape the sheet over one shoulder in the manner of a Roman toga, and knotted it around his waist. After that he helped him to take his first steps, half carrying him out to the couch. It was set under the thick canopy of a mango tree which stood a little to one side of the entrance to the hut. Harrington drew a long quivering breath as he sank back. “It’s amazing how strong I felt in bed,” he gasped, ‘‘and how weak I really am.” “That will soon pass,” said Beard re- assuringly. ‘‘Look around you.” The ledge was as level as a floor, but was overhung on the west and north by the steep slopes of the divided valley, massed with primeval trees solidly interlaced with a hundred varieties of undergrowth. One branch of the cleft stream shot off into a mist to the west behind the house; the other crept along a ditch under the northern bank and fell out of sight down the moun- tain, to become in due course the Bainet River. On the two other sides there was a precipitous drop of three hundred feet, with a billowing carpet of tree tops directly be- low. A wavering band of sand, shining white like silver in the sunlight, stretched as far as the eye could reach, dividing land from sea. The level expanse was scarcely a hundred feet square. It harbored not a single weed, but found room for half a dozen large trees, besides a small orange grove, a patch of cof- fee bushes and masses of flowering shrubs. It was a hidden, inaccessible bower, over- hanging an unbelievably lovely world. Even the rude little house, with its roof of brown thatch incrusted with a jade-green growth, had taken root. It sprang from the rock itself; it was alive and sprouting. It peered out from beneath its low-hanging eaves with a look of almost human com- placence. Harrington felt as if he were breathing with his eyes. The black-green foliage of the tree which sheltered him toned the brazenness out of the sunlight, but cast light, shadow and color into all the more vivid contrast. Never had he seen red so startling as the scarlet of the hibiscus, or blue so pale and yet so profound as the still surface of the distant sea. He sighed with content and settled back luxuriously. With his cheek pillowed on his arm, he reclined, facing the void. ‘“Not much of a chance to take a walk,” he murmured. ‘“‘How do you get your exercise?” “In the mind,” said Beard, standing erect at the edge of the precipice, his eyes fixed beyond the horizon. ‘‘There’s noth- ing to show that exercise ever added a day to a man’s life, but there’s ample proof that a great athlete is apt to die in his thirties. I haven't been off this ledge in twenty-four years. But I’ve kept all the juices of my body, and each seems to be attending to its job.” He raised his arms, stretched and let them fall; then he looked down into the abyss. ‘‘I’m an old man, but I’m not yet afraid of that which is high.’’ He turned to look questioningly at his companion. ‘‘Do you mean tosay you don’t get theallusion?”’ “*T’m afraid not.”’ “The greatest summary of age written,”’ said the old man. He stood with his bare feet slightly straddled, his arms folded under the cascade of his beard and his long hair stirred by the faint but steady breeze which flowed down the draw of the valley. ‘‘ You're not educated.” “Teach me,” said Harrington. Continued on Page 67 ever

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(Continued from Page 62) ‘Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth,’”’ recited Beard, ‘‘‘ while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleas- ure in them; while the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain.’”’ “T’ve heard those words so often that they’re jargon. They don’t mean anything.” ***Nor the clouds return after the rain,’”’ repeated Beard. ‘‘That’s age, boy. The clouds don’t return after the rain to the skies of youth. And here’s more age: ‘In the day when the keepers of the house’— these arms—‘shall tremble, and the strong men’—my legs—‘shall bow themselves, and the grinders’—my teeth—‘cease be- cause they are few, and those that look out of the windows’—my eyes—‘ be darkened.’ Is that jargon?” “No.” “Shall I go on?” **T’ll never forgive you if you don’t.” **And the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low’—for who wants to be bothered with an old man?—‘and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird’— because he can’t sleep ‘and all the daughters of music’—the resonant voice of strength—‘shall be brought low.’ More?” *** Also when they shall be afraid of that which is high,’’’ rumbled Beard with special emphasis, ‘‘‘ and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and de- sire shall fail, because man goeth to his long home.’ Desire is life, and possession is nothing. Only while I hope, seek, question and crave, do I throb and live, and no man can do those things better than while he’s sitting still.” “Give me the rest.” “There’s only the benediction—the ac- colade to the knight errant of the soul,” continued Beard more gently. ‘‘Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was, and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.’ Is that jargon? No; it’s common But in the meantime, there’s the silver cord.’ “Life, I suppose.” ““An overburdened word,’ commented Beard. ‘‘Let’s say the enduring thread on which everything that lives is strung—the silver cord. God knows where it will lead you, but it’s led me here. I wouldn't trade this plot of ground for the Island of \!an- hattan. I suppose that sounds like bom- bast, but to me it’s just a simple, reasonable truth.” “T can believe it while I look at you,” said Harrington with a smiie, ‘“‘and while I remember that you’d be trading every- thing you need for everything you don’t want.” ‘So you've learned that already,’’ mut- tered Beard. “At least, you can recite the words.”’ He turned and went into the house, stop- ping to rearrange the front room. After a time he came out with food, dragged a bench beside the couch and sat on one end of it, using the other for a table. Harring- ton was given rice and a baked banana. His eyes grew moist and his mouth began to water as he watched Beard eating a succulent young chicken from a brown clay pot. ‘“‘Beard,”’ he said plaintively, “it’s my anniversary—my birthday. You don’t seem to remember my three weeks are up today and that no other man in the world is as hungry as I am at this moment.” Beard reached over, took his plate and hurled its contents into space; then he dipped out choice bits of the chicken along with a small mountain of vegetables, swim- ming in rich juices, and returned the re- plenished dish. Never had Harrington tasted such food; never again, if he lived to be a hundred, would he know such a meal. His only complaint was that he could have sense.

eaten four times as much had he been per- mitted. He leaned back and closed his The air was like a tepid bath; it made him drowsy. “T see you want to sleep,” said Beard, rising. ‘ You're all right here as long as you keep still.” “I’m not apt to move around much,” murmured Harrington. “I’ve changed my mind.” “Tdidn’t meanthat; I meant you needn't get up to receive visitors or shout to scare ghosts away.” “TI beg your pardon, Beard,” said Har- rington, opening his eyes. “I'd hate to do anything to inconvenience you more than I have already. Perhaps I'd better get back in the cave.” **Nonsense,”’ you are. fidence?”’ “There’s nobody I'd rather have do that than you. Go as far as you like, and no further.” “You are about to increase my prestige tremendously.” “How?” Beard eyed him solemnly. ‘You look like a clay pot before the glaze,” he said meaningly. “‘ You look like something half made.” Harrington braced himself on his elbows and stared back at the old man. “Don’t be absurd !’’ he exclaimed explosively. ‘‘ Not even your clientele can be so credulous as to believe I’m your handiwork.” “You are,” said Beard quietly. “Why shouldn’t they believe it?” He turned away, strolled about the garden, but re- turned. ‘Are you asleep yet?” “Hardly! You've stirred me up.” “No harm done; you won’t stay awake long. I just want to remind you that voodooism is more rampant on this island than anywhere else in the world. Every once in a while it spews up one of its high priests—a Papa Loi—into the presidency. When he runs amuck and shoots a couple of hundred inoffensive prisoners for an eve- ning’s entertainment, two things happen: Human nature gets the better of fetish, drags him out of an august foreign legation and chops him into little pieces; then we get the corollary—a long siege of marines. 3ut voodooism has another side. It’s an unfailing source of power that anybody with brains can tap.” “And you have the mented Harrington. “More than enough,’’ agreed Beard. eyes. said Beard. Shall I take you into my con- “Stay where brains,”” supple- “What's your suggestion—that I use some of mine?”’ Beard smiled commiseratingly. “I’ve misled you,”’ he said. “It’s easy, but only after ten or twenty years, according to your mental equipment. I'll give you some clothes before that. When you're ready, I'll do more. I'll marshal my cohorts to your aid.” “*When do you think that will be?” asked Harrington, almost incuriously, for he was again sleepy. “* After you’ve thrown away your twelve- inch rule and taken to a yardstick.” They were the last words Harrington heard and the first he remembered when he awoke hours later inthe dark. He lay quite still in languorous content, saying them over to himself and pondering lazily over their meaning. Gradually it came over him that the night was alive. Bushes, trees and che dwelling became clearly perceptible in spite of their shadowy contours. He re- mained in darkness, but beyond the periph- ery of the mango tree the world bathed in the weird, half-revealing light of the tropic stars. There was visibility with- out illumination, and through it moved one figure after another. They seemed to ooze from the forest, from down and up the valley and from beneath the cliffs, singly and in groups. They converged slowly toward the open door of the hut. One passed beneath the mango tree and stopped Harrington’s heart began to pound. He held his breath and stared eyes that nothing could surprise shone like lamps, but did not absorb. Was into glowi

THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Abruptly they were eclipsed and the figure passed on. He watched it until it merged with other forms, now all on their knees but still traveling toward the door. Hands held out and toes dragging, they ap- | proached in an are to the threshold. Be- yond, he could see the low table, the three small skulls, the two dimly burning lamps, and between them, Beard’s immobile torso and leonine, majestic head A voice rumbled out of it, as if beginning a litany. It spoke in rapid patois, and was answered by cries, guttural murmurings and fervid supplications. But they were uttered in a tone so low that sound seemed robbed of its most inherent attribute and became the murmuring sister of silence. Harrington felt that he was looking on at adoration without reverence; all these sup- pliants were bent on placating evil rather than on worshiping the good. They feared but did not love the Beard of God, even though they brought him their sick and apparently sought his intervention in end- minor matters. businesslike. A trembling woman held up a child, lifted it over the skulls and set it on the table; a man extended a wounded arm; another displayed an ulcer. Each received advice, intoned as if an oracle were speaking. Then came tribute in a diminish- ing scale—a roll of cloth, a roasted suckling pig, a bundle of yams, green coconuts, a ripe papaw as big as a pumpkin, a dressed fowl, a basket of beans, three yellowish tomatoes and a hank of twine. The offerings were heaped before the door; and when they were accepted a tremor of relief appeared to pass over the assembly of men and women. They arose and started to talk among themselves, without gayety and always in suppressed undertones. Beard retained his idol-like pose, but raised his voice. Instantly there was silence. They listened to him and then dispersed—melted into the shadows—but only to reappear a moment later in a semi- circle which closed slowly on the mango tree. Presently they formed a wall which shut out the starlight. All Harrington could discern was a glimmering circle of shining eyeballs, staggered according to the height of their invisible possessors. They seemed unattached, as if they floated in the of the night. The circle came nearer, and he The blood leaped in his veins in little spurts that burst with a stinging sensation under the surface Shame was all that kept him from screaming at the top of his voice— less black fluid began to quiver of his scalp shame born of the suspicion that the Beard of God was chuckling on his throne By an effort of that brought sweat to his forehead, he kept still and When he them again he would have been convinced he had passed through not that Beard was occupied with storing away his fresh stock of provisions. There was no sign of any other living thing. There remained only the diffused light of the u the and tree and the with its mouth opened in a A month passed, and still Beard given h He explained that it would be foolish to do there was literally no proper exit from the ledge for ‘ he remarked, “it wouldn’t pay you to wander about too much. There’s a man wilting three collars a day down in Port-au- Prince, looking for Harry Jones. He says if he goes back empty-handed nobody will believe he wasn't bought off the will opened slowly closed his eyes a nightmare were it

seen stars, blurred blackness of shrub complacent little house n oblong yawn. had Ss prisoner no ¢ onventional clothes. so because a stroll. “Besides,” He rages he drinks, and they tell me that sometimes he breaks down and cries, all on account of not being able to trace a man with a cauliflower aa ‘What does he **You couldn't mistake him himself a little mule an derby hat on the island.”’ “Why should he have come to Haiti?” ou on the jetty or word \ eno igh \ look like? He’s bought i he wears the only “‘Somebody who saw ) street must have sent iv in the been ou were glance would have Continued on Page 69

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Continued from Page 67 unforgettable—the sort of face that fright ens children and paralyzes the tongues of nursemaids.”’ ‘You needn't remind me,” interjected Harrington. ‘‘I saw it in the glass the day before you found me.”’ He put up his hand to rub a two months’ beard and then passed t back over his head, where a new crop of hair, closely curled, had begun to sprout ‘I must look pretty awful even as it is, don't [?” ‘‘Wouldn’t you like to know!” mocked Beard, but it was all he could do to hide the glint of admiration in his eyes. ‘‘Come on, now, let’s hear you say your evening pievre i Peard was half reclining on the couch, which had remained permanently under the mango tree that had continued to serve asa guest room. Since the night of Harrington's arrival scarcely a drop of rain had faller ind he had long since grown accustomed to the occasional invasions of dusky sup- pliants. Sometimes he slept continuously in spite of their presence; but even when he awoke and found himself surrounded by a terrifying circle of glistening eyeballs, he felt no crepitating explosions under his scalp Knowing that the blacks were there to look in awe upon the greatest of the works of their idol, the Beard of God, he would amuse himself by winking one eye |: ously, as if he were trying it out, or by moving rhythmically a finger or a toe. Of late the wonder of the acolytes had greatly diminished. The miracle having been defi nitely completed, they lost interest and awaited stolidly another sign Their credulity could easily have been pardoned by anyone who had known Harry Jones of the bulbous nose, and now looked on James Harrington as he straddled the bench beside the couch. He sat erect from the hips up, giving an impression of energy His skin was browned by ex- posure, but as smooth as cream, and his eyes had the brilliant clearness of perfect health on a light diet. His hair, already long enough to run back in crisp, short ripples from his forehead, combined with the effect of a toga produced by the knotted sheet, gave him the classical appearance of a Roman athlete. His face was grave with- out being severe; it was mobile, sometimes gay, often thoughtful, but never heavy. He rested one hand ona bent knee, his gaze launched into space. “I'm James Harrington,”’ he began in obedience to Beard’s request, but almost as if he were talking to himself. ‘I was born in my thirtieth year on a mountain ledge, and the Beard of God is my father “That’s not in the lesson,”’ protested Beard. ‘And the Beard of God is my father,” repeated Harrington. ‘‘ These are the things he taught me: That no ship has a soul until it has crashed upon a rock. That a grown man knows no shorter measure than a That it’s never what you pay that matters, but whether you want the thing you've bought; and that life, the silver cord on which each of us strings his bead, is no one’s private property.” in leash yardstick. ‘**Good!”’ said Beard, with an approvi nod of his hairy head. ‘Never say it over twice in the same way even to yourself, be- cause words wear out like everything els¢ Nobody can feel a formula. Try it again.” “I’m James Harrington,”’ resumed Har rington obediently, ‘“‘born in my thirtieth year to the knowledge that disaster can't sink a man if it lifts him out of the level of the herd. That nobody can see true from an inch away, but he who looks at a mil at a time can't go wrong. That to for- get the price is to live in a live body, but to remember it is to squirm in a six-foot tomb. That a man can cling to the silver cord without tryi ig to hog it as if it were his alone.” “That's it,” now.” “I'm James Harrington and I know that unless the individual is more important said Beard. ‘‘Once more than the mass, the mass becomes invisible That every man has ar ght t nis Ow horizon. That what you hold to your | the sum of all you've bought; and tha movement were ile be a god.” “I’m afraid you're educated,” said Beard, with a touch of sadness. He pulled himself together, arose and stood uprigat on tne edge of the tr icent old Look ur unfolded w Jeauty can be lil 4 dagger, but it’s a more gentle thing thar love, because it can hurt without leaving a wound. Friends! ty and I remain. When y ] still be standing here, e, but ng after—-as long as your memory holds me up between the mountain and the sea.” vir WO days later Harrington was in the cave with the powerful kerosene lamp lighted and the communicating door to the hut tightly closed. He had been there for an hour. By Beard’s command, he had entered the subterranean room un- accompanied, and had seen coming toward him a bearded stranger, dressed as he was dressed. When he stopped, startled, the stranger also stopped. He moved one knee slowly forward; the stranger mimicked him. He raised his hand in a totally un- conscious gesture of confusion to his head; the stranger did the same. He uttered a great cry; the stranger’s mouth opened, but no sound came from it. He stepped juickly to one side and was suddenly alone. He had been in the cave for a full hour. Some of the time he had spent wandering about behind the table, glancing occasion- ally at the back of the large mirror Beard had braced upright upon it, facing the door. The rest he had passed before the looking- glass, getting acquainted with the face, eyes, nose and hair of James Harrington. All were utterly unknown. The hair was darker than had been that of his former self and rippled backward in a crinkled, waving mane. The iris was still brown, but the whole eye was unrecognizable in its expres- sion. The reason was not far to seek; the ‘lerotic was no longer streaked and blood- Ss shot, but as clear and white as an eggshell cup. Above all, the nose, though promi- nent and combative, was a revelation hard to assimilate. More than any other feature, it gave him the conviction that he was veritably James Harrington, and no other. Sitting close to the glass, he touched this new nose in- quiringly, rubbed it, crushed it flat with his palm, and compressed it tightly be- tween finger and thumb. It scarcely changed color, though at the thought of what he was doing his cheek bones flushed pink. He smoothed down his soft beard ind covered it with his cupped hands, try- ing to see how he would look when shaved. Only then did he get the full impact of his reincarnation and a staggering glimpse of what it might come to mean. He rose so swiftly that all the blood in his veins rushed in a single surge to his head. It made him reel, and he would have fallen had he not steadied himself on the edge of the table. He was still standing, head down and with eyes staring at the floor, when Beard en- tered and went str 1ight to the mirror ‘I see you're through with this,”’ he said, picking it up easily in spite of its weight “It’s told me a lot,’’ admitted Harring- ton ‘Come with me,” said Beerd Followed by Harrington, who walked with dazed eyes, he led the way out to the >of the precipice, seized the glass by one corner of its molding, whirled it about wit! his arms extended to their full length and let it fly. It swirled away from the cliff, poised, tipped and fell. Halfway to bottom of the abyss it flattened out upward rush of air held it suspended for ar instant, face up, and beneath the arrows of the sun it became a blinding ball of light; then it shot downward and out of sight Seconds after it struck, the crash of its fall came to their ears **Do you know what that me ins?”’ asked Beard. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Seve ears ‘ had , . irr ired H ngtor eye I B It rie i’ = ] t t { ly A pre is face inn If lt vere going Na rY ere t t po 4 4 i manikin, a f i Inder an empt oralr ir I'd gladly thr you if te thé y-v is at would be n f Harring ton, frowning with the effort to rouse hin r m nis trance Dear me, s t would! ere B But w 4 1 kr r care Wouldn't you ‘Not if uu were a pinja Half iy ho ifter I'd somet g to eat I vouldn't remember | ne it D i mean that, Beard Literally. But why be so solemn about nothing Murder is murde i € WISE t mere ‘ } i I eme er an act that wou t fference to me or a bod else? I don’t believe you,” said Harringtor with alaint smile which yet lit up his whole face. ‘““You are my friend and mentor, o hardness by the fear that you’ scared in break down when we by “There are no far lone said Beard hast ly **Good-by is merely one more of the definitions with which people tickle their emotions according to a f d usage. Whatever be stay mine wherever y¢ with it any more than y severed leg.” ‘You're too much for me!” laughe Harrington. ‘Ask any man with one leg,”’ said Beard ‘he'll tell you whether the other lives not. It comes to this, Harrington: You can say good-by only to what never existed.” ‘In that case I'm still Harry Jones.’ “TIdiot!”’ roared Beard. ‘“‘In that casé you're the putrid buried leg, and not the man who keeps it alive in memory.” “My last lesson,”’ said Harrington, still smiling, ‘‘and one I won't forget.’ “Take off your toga,”’ ordered Beard. “Is it a demotion?” he obeyed. “Hardly,” said Beard. ‘I’m about to give you my mantle.” He stripped and exchanged his cotton coat and trousers for the sheet. As he knotted it a look of satis faction crept into his eyes. “‘ You've taught me something, too—a great lesson.” “What?” “That I don’t need those clothes. I'll never wash or buy another suit.” ‘*Doesn’t it ever get cold here, Beard?” ‘Never. Hot sometimes gets hotter, but never cold.” He picked up a section of bamboo, open at one end, and beat on it with a stick. It asked Harrington as gave forth a soft bell-like sound, and pres- ently there was an answering rustle from the bushes. They turned and saw a colored woman coming toward them across tl level ledge. She had the sad, unquestionir look which marked all the natives in mo ments of calm, as if they lived and died the belief that they were implements in the hands of a cruel power. She stood silent and passive before Beard while he ilked to her in liquid patois; then he turned to Harrington ‘Follow her.” “No good-bys, Beard?” asked Harring ton, holding out his hand Beard took it in a strong grip No good-bys, son; you'll find I'll be with you for a long time ‘Where will she take me vill T THE extremity of the ledge the A woman stepped into the northerr branch of the stream and waded down it for a distance of forty yards to the verge of another waterfall he crawled into the undergrowth ar d out a bambo +} pole, four inches in ¢ r and as smoo cA Great Gift for the Golfing Male 12 Silver Kings in the Christmas Putting Box RAPPED in any sort of package, a dozen new Silver Kings would still be the world’s finest remembrance to the golfer on Christmas morning. 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Michigan Ave., Chicago = [ THE SATURDAY She thrust it over the edge of a sudden drop and let it fall, holding fast to its upper end; then she walked down it backward as if it were a ladder. Harring- ton did not even attempt to follow her ex- ample; he wrapped his legs around the bamboo and slid into a pool of water three feet deep and icy cold. The woman was already standing on its farther bank, wringing out her skirts. He | joined her and found that she was standing | ona well-marked path. From that moment ' they proceeded swiftly, and by eleven o'clock at night came out on a hill which overhung the glow of Port-au-Prince to the north and the scattered lights of Pétion- ville to the east. There was a moon, and Harrington stopped to fill his heart with the unforgettable scene, as if he strove to take away with him something more than mere sight could give. His guide waited patiently, and when he was ready led him down a steep declivity until they came abruptly to a road where a carriage, locally known as a bus, was wait- ing. It was a ramshackle four-wheeled | calash drawn by a diminutive, lop-eared horse, apparently asleep. On the box sat hunched an old man, also drowsing; but he awoke at the first murmured word spoken to him and promptly gathered up his reins. The woman motioned to Harrington to get into the vehicle, and while his foot was on the step she disappeared. When he saw that she was gone his impulse was to call her back to give her a present; then the realizdtion swept over him that he had for- gotten to bring away his money. Since the day when Beard had told him it was in a tin can on the top shelf in the cave he had never given it even a passing thought. It had had no place in the skele- ton mechanism of life on the ledge; consequently, as long as he had stayed there, money had existed only as so much soiled paper. But now things were differ- ent; he was riding in a public conveyance. For a moment he thought of descending at once and going back, but the lateness of the hour, his own weariness and the loss of his guide all combined to persuade him to fol- low the course of least resistance. Time meant nothing to him, and he could wait somewhere in town while a messenger made the arduous trip in his stead. An hour later he was to learn how weak had been his faith in Beard’s last words. Having avoided the principal thorough- fares of the city, the cab drew up at the small back door to a walled garden. To Harrington’s surprise, he was met by the same woman who had piloted him down the mountain. She dismissed the cabman with a wave of her hand and a soft ‘Bo’ nuit, m'sieu"’ that seemed to sum up all the formality of courtesy grafted on an African race by the mere use of an alien tongue. Then she flitted along a gravel path, with Harrington at her heels, opened a high French window, ushered him directly into a large bedroom and left him there. He sat down after a stupefied moment and began to study what he saw. The room was a childish parody on an Empire in- terior. The high French windows were un- glazed, paneled in wood at the bottom and fitted with pleated pink mosquito netting instead of glass; however, they were boxed by gilded moldings and valances of genu- ine red damask. So with the furniture, the linen and the fittings; a naive homemade simplicity marched cheek by jowl with touches of borrowed, imitated or ill- remembered grandeur. There was a fair pier glass, and the bed itself was a fine piece of great age. Spread upon it was a display which quickly monopolized his at- tention. Its entire expanse was covered with an assortment of toilet articles and apparel arranged in piles around an incon- gruous tin can which he recognized im- mediately. He reached for it, opened it and counted his money mechanically; it was all there. Then he picked out a razor, fitted in a blade, stropped it carefully and began to shave. The pleasure the operation gave him was similar to the joy he had felt in his EVENING POST first bath after leaving the ship, only shav- ing left no aftermath of dizziness and chill. It elated him, not because it improved his appearance but because it was such a con- trast to the agony he had undergone in days gone by to keep his mottled face free of hair. When he had finished he took a sponge bath at the washstand, brushed his hair and tried his best to part it. In vain; as it had grown, so was it determined to stay. He surrendered, and satisfied him- self with running it straight back with the comb. After that he went to the bed and exam- ined the clothing which was laid out. There was an ample supply of underwear, socks, shoes, ties, and a pair of slippers; there were also two suits of tweeds, one gray and one blue, as well as half a dozen outfits of freshly laundered white drill. Everything was of excellent but not spectacular qual- ity; for instance, the initials J. H. had been sewed on to appropriate articles and not em- broidered. He tried on both of the tweed suits and they fitted so well that he knew Beard must have taken accurate measure- ments in his sleep. Then he dressed him- self from head to toe in white and went to the pier glass. Before he could look at him- self his eye fell upon a large envelope inscribed with his name. It contained a slip of paper and several letters, all of them sealed. On the slip was written only a single sentence, and it made him smile: Keep away from looking-glasses. BEARD. The letters were exceedingly interesting. Each had been addressed and sent through the post to James Harrington at a variety of places on the island—Les Cayes, Jacmel, Miragoane, and Port-au-Prince itself. The one to Les Cayes was the most significant. It came from the Cuban head office of an important Haitian firm, praised him for his valuable services, regretted his decision to sever a long connection and assured him that if ever he wished to return to it he would find a warm welcome. The other letters talked of business deals of one kind or another and offered supplementary proof that the addressee had served the writers honorably. Harrington thrust the packet in his pocket, went to a chair beside the window opening on the garden and sat for a long time thinking of Beard and of the extraor- dinary ramifications of the power the old man had borrowed from the local reservoir of superstition. No wonder the Beard of God ranked as a Papa Loi and shared with others, clever enough to capitalize fetishism, the right of more than life and death. The more he pondered on the matter of the letters, the surer he felt that if in a year, or ten years, anyone should make inquiry from their authors regarding James Har- rington, a web of answers would result which, added together, would make out for the honored ex-employe a perfect case. He did not doubt that even affidavits and evidence before a solemn court would be forthcoming if necessary. He undressed and went to bed, thinking he could not rest, but his head had no sooner touched the pillow than he was sound asleep. He awoke to utter befuddle- ment when the succeeding morning was al- ready half gone. Where was the familiar roof of the mango tree? The glint of the sunken sea? He lay on his back, moving his head from side to side, and staring, ab- solutely at a loss as to where he was; then he jumped up to look out on the garden and chanced to glance in the pier glass. Even the vision reflected there puzzled him for several seconds before he remembered the events of the previous night. Never had he known so prolonged an awakening; but when at last it was complete it set exultant blood to racing through his veins. He was alive in an undiscovered sense of the word. He had a body without blemish, a brand-new and uncluttered brain, a clear eye, muscles that felt as if they could never tire, and a hollow stomach clamoring to be fed. Beside the bed was a tray with rolls December 4,1926 and a pot of coffee which had grown luke- warm. He went to the door communicating with the rest of the house and tried to open it, but it was locked. He started to knock and immediately thought better of it. How did he know whose house he was in or what were his privileges? Returning to the tray, he decided to make the best of things, ate a roll, and then lifted the coffeepot. Under it was a folded bit of paper. He opened it and read: ‘‘Le chapeau melon part pour Ne w York par le vapeur d’aujou rd’ hui.”’ He translated literally, first to himself, and then aloud: ‘‘The melon hat leaves for New York by today’s steamer.’’ The melon hat? What did that mean? A derby, of course—the only one on the island, as Beard had put it. On its face, the message meant that the detective who sought Harry Jones had at last given up, but Harrington suspected some deeper significance. Per- haps Beard had merely taken steps to have him put at his ease should he decide to stay on in Port-au-Prince. Perhaps he wished only to warn him against taking that par- ticular boat. Perhaps he meant that he would be a coward if he failed to take it. The last reading seemed more in charac- ter with the Beard of God than either of the others, and also happened to suit Harring- ton’s mood. A suitcase—not a new one was lying open and empty on a settle, and he started to pack in it everything he had found lying on the bed, except what he in- tended to wear. The assortment deserves enumeration. Besides the clothing already mentioned, there was a leather roll contain- ing every essential toilet article; a pocket- book with properly engraved calling cards; an old-fashioned gold watch and chain, ap- parently an heirloom; a sun helmet and a felt hat; a pair of dogskin gloves; a rag- lan waterproofed overcoat; a stuffed dis- patch case; a light dressing gown, and various lesser necessities. He managed to get everything in the grip except the bulky dispatch case and the overcoat, and then had partly to unpack to shave again. When he had dressed himself in white as on the night before, he weighted some money with the soap dish to show it was intentionally left behind, threw the overcoat across his shoulder, picked up his bag and the dispatch case, and reached the street through the garden. He stood in the embrasure of the door for a moment, and seeing that the coast was clear, went to the nearest corner to wait for a cab. Three of the native busses, each looking more decrepit than the other, were parked under a near-by acacia, and engaged in a comical slow-motion race to reach him first. He chose the winner and told the driver to take him to the agency of the steamer in port. An hour later he was comfortably estab- lished on board in a cabin to himself. He unpacked at his leisure and then had a genuine struggle to resist the impulse to throw off his clothes and drape himself in a sheet. With coat and trousers smartly fitted, and binding him beneath the arms or between the legs every time he moved, heat had suddenly become the enemy in- stead of the friend of man. He felt con- strained by clammy bonds, but realized that he must reaccustom himself to them now or later, and the sooner the better. Looking around for distraction, his eye fell on the dispatch case. He opened it and found a carefully selected mass of material which would supply him with condensed information on everything connected with Haiti—its history as supplied to school children, its resources and attractions as outlined in the monthly bulletins of a chamber of commerce, its contours and by- ways as revealed by an army map, its com- merce as summarized in a customs report, and finally a set of newspapers—La Poste, Le Courrier Haitien, Le Matin, L’Essor, Le Nouvelliste—in which were etched questions and personalities of the hour. He began to read but was startled by a raucous blast from the steamer’s siren, three times repeated; they were off. Not wishing to miss a last glimpse of the harbor, Continued on Page 72

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“Richest in CHOCOLATE” Two favorite Milk Chocolate flavors HERE are two distinct tastes for milk chocolate. One is for the full chocolate flavor, the other for the milder, creamier blend. Peter’s—richest in chocolate— gives the fuil chocolate taste. It is the original milk chocolate, invented over fifty years ago in Switzerland. Nestle’s — richest in cream — is a milder, smoother blend. Both are made by the Peter Cailler Kohler Swiss Chocolates Co., the world’s oldest makers of milk chocolate. Both come in 5¢ and 10¢ bars—plain and almond— or the neu ~ 5¢ croquettes Riche sf in CREAM” THE SATURDAY (Continued from Page 70) he picked up his sun helmet and went on deck, where he found a heat more violent than the moist warmth of his cabin. The ship was just being warped away from the jetty. He watched the maneuver for a little while, looking down and trying to realize that it was less than three months since the revolting figure of Harry Jones, al- leged embezzler and murderer, had taken his cringing way to freedom along that pier. Try as he might, he could not escape the feeling that he looked back upon a stran- ger—at best, the pitiful victirn of a familiar nightmare. He was James Harrington, awake at last. He could remember, as we remember a dream, a hurrying, grotesque, agonized figure crying out to itself, “It can't be me! This horrible thing has never happened to me! I saw it on somebody else, and I’m dreaming. I'll wake up soon. I’m just Harry Jones.” Well, he had awaked, but he wasn’t Harry Jones. He still remembered him, knew him intimately, | but he wasn’t Harry Jones; he was quite another thing—he was James Harrington. He turned his back on the jetty and walked along the deck. His step had a springy thrust and his shoulders were squared, not from conscious volition but because vitality surged in his veins and played with his muscles even when at rest. When he stopped on the farther side of the ship to look at the view, and laid his hands on the hot teak rail, he felt as if his fingers could crush it to splinters if he would only | let them try. | beneath the shadow of a tree. But when he let his eyes leap from the palm-fringed silver strand, across the bay, into the frowning mass of the mountains that had watched over his rebirth, he be- came suddenly diminished —a crawling ant He heard a | muttering rumble of laughter from his friend, the Beard of God. For an instant it dismayed him, but for an instant only. The next moment he was smiling to the thought that Beard, like himself, was only a man, EVENING POST but big enough to laugh at the mountain. It struck him as strange that the rumble did not cease; stranger still, it lacked the quality of mirth. Then he realized that the sound he heard was not imagined but pro- ceeded from a comical figure, standing straddled in the middle of the deck and facing aft toward the vanishing dazzling whiteness of the town of Port-au-Prince. The man had on a derby hat, thrust far back on a sweating forehead. He carried his coat and vest over his arm, and wore broad silk suspenders, a hard low collar, a sodden shirt and baggy blue-serge trousers. His face, his body and his legs were round, giving the general impression of a melting butter ball. He was cursing steadily in a low voice, as if husbanding his breath for a far-off peroration. “Now as well as later,” thought Harring- ton, and approached. The stranger seemed not to notice him and yet appeared to wel- come an audience. “Look at it,”’ he continued, ‘“‘shining like the turned-up belly of a dead fish. Port- au-Prince. Whata place! When yougointo a French hash house, the regular customers roll their snowball eyes and sniff, and the white proprietor backs them up by giving you a dirty look. They have daily news- papers that come out once a week, and raging stallions that make you think a yapping Pekingese is snapping at your heels. A one-rabbit shay is a bus, and a tin house is a palace; all a burglar needs is a can opener and something to burgle. At Christmastime you can stand on a chair and dive off into a pool of your own sweat, but in July it’s as cool as it is in New York. Papa Loi is the name of their god, and he makes Uncle Sam look like a scared little boy bogged in a barrel of tar.” “I’m afraid your stay in Haiti hasn’t been altogether pleasant,’’ said Harrington as the round man paused to draw his breath. “Pleasant! Say, you can pour down a drink with one hand while you mop it up December 4, 1926 at the back of your neck with the other. They’ve got cloth in the windows instead of glass, that lets in mosquitoes but keeps out the air. They are sore at you because you’re white and sore at themselves because they’re black. Everything laughs at them—their mountains, their trees, their flowers and their weeds—but they never smile. They play with skulls to cheer them- selves up, and you can’t blame them. If I stayed here another month I’d do the same.”’ “You're kidding,” protested Harrington. “Kidding, am I?” said the detective, looking at him for the first time. ‘‘ Haven't you been off the boat?”’ The moment Harrington had a chance to see his eyes, he felt a tremor run up his spine. He was glad to be able to remind himself that he was no murderer, and an embezzler only by proxy. They were small, but widely set; shrewd as the eyes of a weasel, but far more intelligent. They ex- plained at once the astonishing amount of truth which had crept into the man’s vio- lent diatribe, and proclaimed him one of those rare observers who can see, read and remember. “*T came aboard here,”’ said Harrington **T got in just in time to catch the boat.” **Got in from where?” “Oh, Jacmel—Les Why?” “IT wondered where you could have been hiding.” “‘T haven't been hiding anywhere,” said Harrington coolly. ‘‘What gave you that idea?” “You don’t get me. What I mean is, I thought I’d talked to every white civilian in the country. My name’s Jones and I've been looking for a lost brother.”’ “Mine is Harrington—James Harring ton.” “Glad to know you, Mr. Harrington Let’s seek out a drink.” Cayes—Jeremie. (TO BE CONTINUED Al SUBTLE SOMETHING Continued from Page 31 fragrance of the new perfume seemed to be everywhere. That was the word the Fou- caults were awaiting. They decided to shoot at the greatest market — America— where beauty is not confined to the few, but is sold and used by the masses. In America the small perfume shop was almost unheard of. Perfume there was not, as in Paris, an individual affair. In that absurdly wealthy country the women used the same bouquets and fragrances from New York to San Francisco and from Mon- treal to Mexico. The Foucaults had estab- lished a branch there, along with hundreds of other French perfumers. Raymond, the eldest son, was in charge of the New York office. They had among their books in the Paris shop numerous and seemingly fabu- lous figures set down in his fine script. The Price of Beauty Though these facts and figures seemed fabulous in that summer two years ago, they have grown enormously since. Per- fumes, their manufacture and sale, are part of the beauty business, and the beauty busi- ness is declared to be the fourth largest in- dustry in the United States. It is a husky infant, and growing so rapidly that only now is the Government surveying it for the purpose of standardizing it and learning just how big it really is. Perfume, it is commonly agreed, constitutes one-fourth of the beauty business. It permeates the whole industry, a subtle something en- fragrancing all of it. No accurate statistics are available. One man’s guess is as good as another’s, and most of them seem wild; but from adver- tising agencies and from the different cos- metic boards of trade can be obtained such figures as may give some idea of its magni- tude. These declare that the women of the United States last year spent from $200,- 000,000 to $260,000,000 for cosmetics. This year it is prophesied beauty expenditures will reach from the last figure to $350,- 000,000. As perfumes make up one-fourth of all beauty preparations, we have from $50,000,000 to $65,000,000 spent on them in 1925, with a prophecy of considerably more to be spent in 1926. And even these figures were dwarfed by Mrs. Ruth J. Maurer last August, when she told the American Cosmeticians’ Society that the women of the United States spend more than $5,000,000 a day for beautification purposes and that more than 7000 kinds of beauty preparations are on the market to- day. Perfume’s contribution to this daily quota is $1,250,000. The Foucaults, in their little Parisian shop, looked over the new, stupendous field through the neat figures sent them by Ray- mond, and they learned, among other things, that 71 per cent of the feminine part of the 113,000,000 population of the United States more than eighteen years of age used perfume; 90 per cent used face powder; 83 per cent used talcum; 73 per cent used toilet water and 55 per cent used rouge. Since all these were impregnated with per- fume, the market for a new odor was prac- tically unlimited. They incased Subtil in a beautiful two- ounce bottle designed by one who was more than a bit of an artist. They placed a huge order for more bottles, and they shipped it to America, priced at $2.50 a bottle. There it was caught in the maw ot the machinery for distributing it. Adver- tisements praising its exquisite fragrance and appeal appeared in the trade papers, and a month before Christmas in the great national publications. Then it was literally broadcast all over the country. When it went on department stores, drug stores, chain stores and beauty shops, it had already cost Foucault $25,000. And this was before a single sale had been made. You may perceive the analogy to the show business in this figure. Few dramatic shows offered to the theatergoing public open their first nights with so much money invested. But the new perfume was reach- ing a greater public. It may be said that the perfumer’s methods resemble those of the theatrical manager; and his public, in volume, compares with that of the movinw picture producer. sale in 1399 Competitors Subtil, in its striking bottle, was received with apathy by the trade. Department stores, drug stores, chain stores and beauty and gift shops stocked up conservatively, waiting to see what would happen. One great New York department store ordered one dozen bottles of the new bouquet be- cause of the name of Foucault. There was so much competition. The manager of the perfume department of the store which took the dozen bottles told me that when the new perfume was first put on sale he al- ready had a choice of exactly 1399 odors, essences, bouquets and fragrances. In the language of the show business, Subtil dove under the front seats and lay there—a flop. It proved as inert as that hypothetical immovable object, until one Continued on Page 74

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THE SATURDAY Continued from Page 72 lay it started to move as suddenly and wiftly as if it had met the irresistible force. On that day the department store sold mut its dozen bottles within a half hour fter opening and by noon had two hundred The manager of the per- fume department sent in a hurry call to the Foucault offices for “‘more of the same, and in a hurry.”” Raymond Foucault, with whom he talked, calmly informed him that the demand was nation-wide. That morn- ng when he had reached his desk he found egrams from every big city and most of the small towns in this country, demanding Subtil. The public had suddenly gone mad for it. Monsieur Foucault also informed him that the retail price from that moment would be ten dollars a bottle, an increase of $7.50 over the original sales price. The per- fume manager immediately ordered 1000 dozen bottles, probably the largest perfume order ever given by any department store for one particular perfume. The seemingly miraculous leap of Subtil into immense popular favor proved not so miraculous on investigation, and members of the 1000 competing perfume and cos- metic firms are still wondering whether it was accident or shrewd campaigning. The explanation itself was simple. About the time the perfume was gathering dust on the counters, a rather spectacular motion picture was produced in Hollywood and released simultaneously all over the coun- try. The story centered around a love affair, and during the action of the picture the ornate and artistic bottle containing Subtil, and announcing itself in close-ups, was prominently displayed on the woman’s dressing table in her boudoir in which much of the action occurred. The heroine was depicted using it and the hero registered that the odor had an irresistible allure for him. Now every woman in that audience saw herself in the heroine, so naturally she went out craving to know if there was such a per- fume and if so was it as irresistible as the picture said it was. Next morning, bright and early, she hied herself to the depart- ment store or the emporium of her city, town or hamlet, found Subtil, smelled it and pronounced it good. Hence the stampede. Grasse is the capital of the perfume world. Nearly every flower used in the industry is grown within a radius of twenty- five miles of it. The fields, you may imag- ine, are :hings of wondrous beauty. The town itself, perched on a hillside, is one of the oldest and most historic spots on the Mediterranean. In the Middle Ages it was of sufficient consequence to attract the un- welcome attention of the Saracens. For centuries it has been the scene of sackings and rebuildings by various kings and princes. idditional orders. The Flower Farms at Grasse There the basic materials, the essential oils of the perfumes of the Far East, the Near East, Europe, America, in fact, the entire world, are distilled or manufactured. In the town itself more than forty par- fumeries concentrate the scent of countless flowers. The flower farms are in near-by villages. The living of hundreds of people is literally governed by flowers, fragrant gums and aromatic oils. From December to March the parfum- eries work on patchouli—an East Indian herb--sandalwood, rosewood and other nonfloral raw materials. In March begins work on the fresh flowers. First comes the Parma violet, then the jonquil, orange blos- som, rose, jasmine, mignonette, tuberose and Cassia buds, and, in less quantities, heliotrope, myrtle, carnation, rose, gera- nium and other flowers. The flowers to be used in perfume are picked at the hour when their scent is strongest. The rose is gathered as soon as it opens, the carnation after three hours’ exposure to the sun, the jasmine immediately after sunrise. The art of the perfumer, if the new theory that plants have a nervous and arterial sys- is based on the wholesale tem Is < EVENING POST murder of the fragrant, beautiful things. In one parfumerie alone, in one year the fol- lowing flowers were used: 2400 tons of roses, 1750 tons of orange blossoms, 132 tons of violets, 280 tons of jasmine, 70 tons of tuberoses, 15 tons of jonquils. Their oils are their lifeblood and the essence of their souls, for they contain their fragrance. A veritable holocaust takes place in the making of attar of roses. It takes eleven tons of that flower—about 3,000,000 blos- to make one pound of the attar. Some flowers give off their fragrance to distillation. Wild thyme and lavender lose their fragrance if transported, so the stills are set up in the fields where they grow. But most flowers will not yield their fra- grance to the distiller, and two methods, known as maceration and inflowering, or enfleurage, are used. Both processes are based on the odor-absorbing property of fat. In maceration the fragrant parts of the flowers are slowly mixed in large vats of melted beef or pork fat. When all their odor has been drained from them they are thrown away and fresh ones are added to the mixture. This is kept up until the fat attains the required strength. soms improving on Nature In enfleurage, plates of glass are coated with fat and covered with petals. Then they are placed in air-tight compartments. The flowers are renewed twice a day, some- times for months, until the pomade, as the fat is now called, has reached the desired strength. The pomade is then melted from the glass with warm water and treated with alcohol. Then it is ready for the perfumer. Perfume oils like bergamot, orange and lemon are pressed in hydraulic or screw presses. Though Grasse is the capital of the per- fume world, flowers used in the art come from every clime. Attar of roses comes from Bulgaria and Turkey; rose-geranium oils from Algeria; lavender and pepper- mint from England; citrous and orange blossoms from Italy; patchouli and ylang-ylang from the Orient. The art of the perfumer is very high to- day. The chemist is able to analyze the odor-giving elements in flowers and repro- duce them artificially. But the best per- fumes will always be compounded from natural elements, for, though the chemist is able to detect and combine artificially odor- giving elements in flowers, he is unable to supply the slight impurities which com- plete Nature’s formula. The highest art of the perfumer is exercised in blending the essential oils to produce a perfume more pleasing than the natural, unblended scents. Experience is his only guide. It is impossible to tell beforehand from the na- ture of the essences that go into a perfume what the odor of the blend will be. Septimus Piesse, an Englishman, at- tempted to show that a certain scale exists among odors as among sounds, and he ar- ranged them as in music, the sharp smells as the high notes, the heavier ones as the low. He held that in blending odors the same harmony should prevail as in music; that a false odor would have the same effect as a false note in a musical chord. His scale of smells he called the odophone. All perfumes are volatile and, unless fixed, will vanish into the empty air. A perfumer, having concocted a subtle bouquet, would have all his labor for nothing if he did not have some substance to hold the odor. The fixative, as a perfumer told me, is like a piece of twine tied around a bundle to hold it compactly together. Without the twine you would have no bundle. Without the fixative you would have no perfume. The fixative is an animal substance, and there are four of them—musk, ambergris, castor and civet. Despite years of experiment, nothing has been found to substitute for the first three. Within the past year a process has been discovered for the manufacture of synthetic civet, but whether it is prac- ticable is not yet known Musk is the most important and oils is pro- cured from the musk deer, which dwells in December 4, 1926 the upper ranges of the Himalayas, being rarely found below 8000 feet. He is a little animal, standing twenty inches at the shoul der. He has no antlers. His habits are nox turnal, and of course he is hunted at night by men of the mountains whose ancestors have hunted him clear back to the dawning of the world. Only the male carries thé musk, which is secreted in a sac size of a walnut or a small orange beneatt the skin of his abdomen. Good musk is o a dark, purplish color, dry, smooth, unc tuous to the touch and bitter to the tast« It dissolves to the extent of one-half in boiling water, one-third in alcohol and st less in ether and chloroform. It is probably the most powerful and lasting of all odors A grain of it will distinctly scent millions of cubic feet of air without appreciably lessen ing its weight. Three kinds of musk perfume trade. Ton Tibetan, the most valuable, from China in small gaudily caddies with tin or lead linings wherein per fume is sezled down. It is mostly shipped to the perfumer by parcel post. Assam or Nepal musk also comes from Tibet and China. It is much less valuable than Tong kit and Karbardin, or Russian--S berian—musk comes out of Central Asia via Russia. Karbardin is the least valuable of all because it hardly admits of adultera tion. Musk is also found in the muskrat both sexes of which carry tiny sa But they do not give off enough for the demands of the trade. The musk deer remains its chief source. The history of musk is color. Down through the ages it |} blood in its wake as it has its taint in the air. More precious than gold, it infinitely desirable that men kill men for it. The musk hunter, wheres he has taken the sac from the dead deer, puts his life in forfeit. Ban dits who resemble our hijackers lay in wait for him. When he has been successful in bringing it in to the caravansary the mer chant who has just bought it becomes the object of attack. The caravan leaves its musk taint behind it in the air and the ban dits gather like vultures in its train. Pitched some mer about th: are known to the ing, Chinese or is Imported decorated ] i as dark Is so battles resulting in large casualties, times in the wiping out of a whole chant train, are so common that | terest is taken in the news of them. Where Noses are Noses Ambergris is even more valuable as a fixative than musk. It is a grayish-whit« fatty substance, found either in the ir testines of a most unhappy sperm whale or cast up by him upon the waters. Its begin ning, like the oyster’s pearl, is a source of irritation—a mussle shell which the whale has swallowed and which it cannot digest After a time it is a very sick whale who gets rid of it. Then it is found by a fisherman, preferably one over whose head hangs a mortgage about to come due on his house and his nets. He sells it for thousands of dollars. Like musk, in the natural state it has a most disagreeable and penetrating odor. But it is soluble in alcohol and is most ly dis of flowers both +} + lasting and pleasant when sufficiently solved or mixed with the aroma Castor is a secretion found ir of the beaver, and it accumulates in pear-shaped bags on the abdomen of the animal. The sacs are about the lengt!} finger, and at the thickest point the diameter of the thumb. They cont greasy mass of yellowish-brown, reddis blackish viscous substance. Civet is a secretion contained in pouch of the civet cat of Abyssinia. The United States has used considerable quan tities of it in the manufacture of perfumes In 1913, 11,269 ounces, valued at $15,557, were shipped here, and in 1925, 7173 ounces, valued at $15,607, were used The production of essential oils, thoug! vitally important, is but the first step in the manufacture of perfume, especially | modern day when the scent dividual flower is rarely sexes two Wher Continued on Page 76

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FOR SALE AT 22,000 BANKS, AMERICAN EXPRESS AND AMERICAN RAILWAY EXPRESS OFFICES American Express Travelers Cheques Secure your steamship tickets, hotel reservations and itineraries; or plan your cruise or tour through the American Express Travel Department Fa _——— THE SATURDAY (Continued from Page 74 essential oils have been procured and fixed they are kept in the dark for six months to age. Then begin the experiments, con- ducted by analytical chemists, here and in France, who resemble the magicians of olden times. They blend and reblend the various essential oils. They dream scent combinations and try them. The American chemist knows that all over France master noses are competing with him, all doing the same thing, all seeking to evolve a best seller from a combination of the souls of flowers. A nose is one of the most important fac- tors in the manufacture of perfume. He is an individual who can separate the dif- ferent ingredients of a bouquet, name them and recombine them into a bouquet which is just as good. American perfumers say he is as lege ndary a: as Paul Bunyan, the patron saint of lumberjacks, but Frenchmen assure you gravely that he is a fact. A woman writer in Grasse last summer met a nose, the sixth descendant in direct line who had followed his proboscis to a comfortable liv- ing. This man, it was claimed, could go into a field of growing flowers and pick handfuls of the ones containing the most fragrance, while he rejected others that were weak in odor. It was also claimed he could produce an odor similar to almost any given flower by the synthesis of coal-tar products. A Scented Ghost When the chemist has struck a scent combination which seems promising, he follows the precedent of Monsieur Foucault, the elder, and submits it to the front office with fear and trembling. There the new bouquet meets much the same disrespectful treatment as is accorded a play submitted to a Broadway producer. It is cast among the office force, who smell it and deliver judgment. If they greet it with approval, it is ‘‘ tried on the dog’’ among old and favorite customers whose judgment is respected. The office help carry away a quart or more of it in tiny vials for distribution among their friends. If they return with enthusiastic, or even highly favorable, re- ports, the company plunges; and while the campaign is being laid to hurl the newcomer on the market in the annual bid for in- creased prestige and business, the chemist, or parfumeur, as he is called, goes back to his laboratory to impregnate the company’s whole line with the new bouquet. The laboratory of a perfumer is spot- lessly clean. The kettles in which he cooks his face, vanishing and massage creams are always shining. The bolters through which the tale is shaken and disintegrated into powder are scoured twice a week, and his materials—tale, wax, oils and salt crys- tals—are as nearly pure as he can procure them. All laboratory workers are clad in white and every precaution is taken to pre- vent any impurities from getting into any of his products. Talcum and face powders are produced from tale—a name applied to various min- erals of a foliated nature, such as mica and gypsum. The name is derived from the Arabic word, “‘talq.”’ It is a magnesium silicate more or less pure, and is found in Cornwall, the Tyrolese Alps, the Pyrenees, Piedmont, Italy, and the United States. We produce 150,000 tons per annum. Talc is nongritty, soft and greasy to the touch. This tale is shaken down through the bolter, a machine of wire and silk of a very fine mesh. The powder that goes through this machine becomes talcum powder. The very fine powder which rises in the form of dust in the bolting room is known as “air float.”’ It issucked up by vacuum machines to become a face powder so soft and bodi- less that it seems almost a ghost of a solid substance, a whisper to caress softly a well- groomed woman's cheek. It takes two days to manufacture a 350-pound batch of face powder. Face and talcum powders are im- pregnated with perfume by mortar and pestle. A small amount of the desired | bouquet is poured into the mortar and EVENING POST about five pounds of the powder is put in with it. Then it is ground down slowly by the pestle until the whole five pounds have thoroughly absorbed the perfume. This fragrant nucleus is then sent through the bolters and impregnates whole batches. Neither face nor talcum powder would be especially valuable were it not for the fra- grance they carry. All creams—face, cold, vanishing and massage—are combinations of oils and waxes cooked together slowly in steam- jacketed kettles at a certain temperature meticulously sought, measured and held with the aid of a most accurate thermom- eter. The thermometer is the most im- portant factor in the manufacture of cream. The base of the creams is usually coconut oil, and there are a dozen other ingredients. There is a trick to cooking it. The perfect cream will show the same sheen all through a 400-pound batch of it—the average amount cooked at a time. When the mix- ture does not show an even sheen through- out, it is thrown away. The reason a vanishing cream vanishes is that it has more liquid than cold cream. The oils in it penetrate the skin and the liquids are absorbed in the atmosphere. When they disappear, one in and one out, they leave a finish which is the base for an application of powder. Bath salts are salt crystals which are im- pregnated with perfume by soaking and absorption. The well-groomed woman, per- fumers say, carries her perfume scheme throughout her whole toilet. Her bath salts are impregnated with the same scent she carries on her handkerchief and in her tal- cum and face powder, and it enfragrances the sachet with which she perfumes her lingerie. In offering a new fragrance the perfumer appeals to the eye and ear as well as to the nose of the woman buyer, and the first thing he does is to find a striking name for his bouquet. That name will be as great a factor in landing it on thousands of boudoir tables as the scent itself or the beautiful bottle which will contain it. It must have an exotic appeal to women, suggesting luxuriousness, and it must convince her that the use of the new perfume will add to her charm. Having decided on a name, the per- fumer seeks a suitable container and begins to spend such sums that the original cost of producing the new perfume sinks to the status of a mere bagatelle. The wave of beauty worship which re- cently has inundated the world has done more to revive the arts of designing in glass and glass blowing than any influence since the Renaissance. Strengthening the Line The powder boxes are exquisite in work- manship. They are made of pasteboard of a particularly wearable quality and are lined with the finest silks and satins in all the colors of the rainbow. The inventive genius of the twentieth century is joined to the spirit of the Renais- sance in the designing and manufacture of compacts in which women carry their face powders. These are in every metal, from German silver to silver, gold and platinum, and they range in price from fifty cents to $500. They are equipped with patent springs so that they may open easily, and they are designed to give the widest con- tainer area while taking up as little space as possible in a hand bag or purse. Packages and containers have a great deal to do with selling perfumes, powders and creams. December 4, 1926 A perfumer launching a new line aims at the Christmas market, because perfume is a popular Christmas gift and because women who have not used it before con- tract the perfume habit from these gifts. If the acceptance of a new bouquet by a perfumer resembles that of a play by a theatrical producer, then its distribution resembles that of a superfeature moving picture. Like the moving-picture magnate the perfumer does not distribute his line. He releases it; and the money spent on in- troducing it compares favorably with that spent by the moving-picture people on ex ploitation. Under the barrage of his ad- vertising the salesmen go over the top, visiting the department stores, chain drug stores, beauty and gift shops, and gather ing a harvest of orders as they travel. By the middle of November the line is in full strength from Maine to San Francisco and from Montreal to Mexico. All the perfumer has to do now is to await the Christmas rush. “The first sales of a new line of perfume mean ‘little to us,” a perfumer told me “They are at best an introduction and may be caused by our advertising, the salesman- ship of the people handling our goods at the point of distribution, or by the attractive- ness of our containers and packages. What we look for isthe repeat sales. When they be- gin to arrive insufficient quantities we know we have asuccess. The repeat sales usually start in the spring, because the average American woman refills her perfume bottle and renews her face and talcum powders and her creams about four times a year.”’ Ancient Vanity In shooting at the American market the perfumer fully realizes its size and poten- tialities. “‘Never in history,”’ the same perfumer told me, “has such tremendous buying power been concentrated as it is in America, and never has a buying power been edu- cated so quickly to the need for luxuries When we launch an advertising campaign we do so with the idea of reaching 40,000,- 000 readers, most of whom are potential buyers because of the large per capita wealth of the United States and because of the willingness of the average American to exchange his dollars for increased comfort “Eleven years ago the perfume business was just that—a business, and not an in- dustry. The extensive use of perfume was confined to the wealthy, the aristocratic and the peop > of the stage, and to another class which went to form the defiant fringe of society. ‘*There were two markets, that of the ex- clusive, for people with much money, and that of the distinctly cheap. The third market, the one of the intelligent average, from which the perfumer of today derives 95 per cent of his revenue, was inhibited by a multitude of taboos and was not buying. And these “ad to be educated. “They learned quickly. Of course there were factors that, if studied, would have pointed to the sudden descent upon the perfume and cosmetic market of this intelli- gent average—things like the unrest of women, their increasing interest in world affairs and their presence in the business world in ever-increasing numbers. But when it came it was a deluge and a storm for which every perfumer is devoutly thankful. “Our word ‘perfume’ and the French ‘parfum’ are taken from two Latin words, ‘per,’ meaning ‘through,’ and meaning ‘to smoke,’ and this word was evolved to describe the methods of per- fuming which were in vogue in the early days of our civilization. “The earliest perfumes were the dry, resinous gums of fragrant trees—myrrh, frankincense, spikenard and galbanum. These gums were burned, and today the desert women of Arabia follow the most an- cient of customs and perfume themselves by sitting near or actually in the smoke of a pan or slow fire of burning aromatic spices |(Continued on Page 78 ’ * fumare I

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The fire is never smothered, never burned out. But the Spencer's supreme achievement is in giv ing its owners these advantages at an actual saving 1 in Operating cost—a big saving! Spencer Heaters ate especially designed « he No. 1 Buckwheat size of Anthracite. N ‘ ts $7 less a ton, on the average, than egg, stove Multiply $7 by the number of tons you urn a year and see how quickly a Spencer you ifs entire cost The Business of Buying a Heat a most informative book which deals ll the problems involved in the se a heater or heating system. It is not a », but a compilation of really valuable mation. A note or post card brings SPENCER HEATER COMPANY Factory ane il Office Williamspe Pa THE SATURDAY SPENCER FEATURES! “HE following features of Spencer Heaters are fully described in a valuable book, “The Business of Buying a Heating System’’, a copy of which awaits your request Saves an average of $7 in the price of every ton of coal used because it burns low priced No. 1 Buckwheat Anthracite and burns no more tons Requires attention only once in twelve to twenty-four hours, because coal feeds by gravity as needed No blowers or other mechan- ical contrivances. Even heat day and night, due to automatic feec Smaller radiators can be ise¢ d. Equally successful for steam, hot water or vapor Type for every need from small home to large build ings No night fireman required large buildings Easily installed Pays for itself by burning w-priced, small size coal Proven by thirty years’ suc ess and guaranteed by a nsible organization Spencer Junior Hot Water Heater for the small home Spencer steam .vapor or hot water Heaters Burn No. 1 Buckwheat Coal ~ Averages $7 less per ton ~ Less attention required EVENING POST (Continued from Page 76 “‘Two thousand years before Christ the ancestors of these women were carrying on a brisk perfume trade with the Egyptians, who used incense in the worship of Ra, Isis and other gods and goddesses, and in the anointing and embalming of their dead. “The Bible itself is fragrant with per- fumes and spices, frankincense, myrrh, spikenard, apples. In the Hebrew Song of Songs there are twenty-four references to odors, and in literature, from Shakspere down to the present time, there are fre- quent allusions to the effect of various fra- grances on individuals and on thought. So the moder woman needed little encourage- ment, and, getting it, she has become the greatest consumer of perfume the world has ever known.” With the repeat-sales idea always in his mind, the perfumer makes every effort to bring them about. One perfumer this year is putting out an expensive powder in a silk-lined case. The beauty and workman- ship of the package bring its price to three dollars. But the perfumer remembers the woman who cannot afford to pay that price regularly for her powder, and so puts out the same powder in a smaller and quieter pasteboard box which sells for one dollar. “The average woman,” he points out to the dealer, ‘‘ buys only four boxes of powder a year. If you sell her a fifty-cent powder she spends two dollars with you annually. And that spreads the profits pretty thin over a twelve-month period. But when you sell her our powder in its elaborate case for three dollars, you practically double your annual net profit per customer on the first sale. Each purchaser of the three- dollar box is quite certain to repeat, since every woman loves to use expensive pow- ders. She will buy three additional one- dollar boxes over a twelve-month period. And that raises your minimum sales to six dollars on four boxes against the present low average of two dollars on four boxes.” The Oriental Lure The modern trend in perfumes is toward the heavy, exotic Oriental odors. Women today are not satisfied with the faint, ghostly fragrance that enhaloed their grandmothers and their mothers. Short skirts, bobbed hair and a wider outlook on the world have brought them an aggressive- ness that makes them demand a perfume that will leap out and hit you in the nose. This year will see the introduction of the Spanish influence in the world of perfume. These perfumes will be heavy, sensuous and alluring, and they will be incased in con- tainers and boxes which follow the Moorish plan of architecture. The Spanish influence is the result of the transference of dreams from one spot of the world to the other. Heretofore, Paris was the dream city, but so many Americans have visited Paris in the past few years that the French city has become a reality, and a reality can never be the scene of a dream. Spain, the material, December 4, 1926 is not so well known. Thinking of it, we see the conquistadors, beautiful dark women dancing in mantillas, blue nights, purple fragrances, bullfights and love-making. So Spain and Spanish castles house all our dreams of beauty. Women buy two-thirds of all perfumes and perfume lines in the United States Men buy the other third. The heaviest buyer of expensive perfume in the United States, the manager of the perfume depart- ment of a great New York department store told me, is the newly rich woman Colored people buy the least expensive, as do the very poor factory workers. The ty] of woman buying the greatest volume of perfume is the thrifty individual of moder- ate circumstances. Wives, as a type, buy very small quantities of perfumes, but what they do buy is always of the best quality. Following His Nose Man is not despised in the beauty mar- ket. According to Mrs. Maurer, he used $8,000,000 worth of hair dyes last year, and more than 500,000 men use cosmetics secretly. Publicly, man is supposed to frown upon perfumes and their uses. But he has a sneaking hankering for them. Most of the time he enjoys it secondhand and is a very good customer of places selling it. Men, a saleswoman declared, are never swept off their feet by a flashy package, as are women Their main idea in shopping is to get a real good perfume. The saleswoman handles a man customer gently and tactfully. First of all, she finds out the type of woman he is buying for, whether she is blond or brunet, tall and slender or of short stature. Having learned this, she suggests that he decide which one of four genera! classes of perfume he desires— floral, a bou- quet, semi-Oriental or heavy Oriental When he decides this it is simply a question as to which odor most appeals to him. This he considers very carefully. He wants to please himself as well as the woman for whom he is buying it. Customs change. Ten years ago woman anointed herself with a faint breath of floral fragrance. Today she goes in for the exotic, and renews it in perfume shops, just as sh¢ buys gasoline at a filling station. In New York there is a little perfume shop Women drop in here casually to be sprayed and freshened by a capable salesgirl. This service is free and is taken as a matter of course. So has a subtle something descended upon us. The perfume business is on the in- crease, with the limit no more in sight than is that El Dorado lying just beyond the horizon. For a long time we will have our Edouard Foucaults, ancient pagan priests, lost and transplanted in time, worshipers of invisible and unheard beauty. These sit in their laboratories day after day and year after year, experimenting with the lifeblood of flowers and building therefrom the deli- cious fragrances of which romance and dreams are made. ¥, SAN FRANCIS CALIF Along the Columbia River Highway, Oregon

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DS SS C66 GO44644 G4 OOK EVENING POST December 4,1926 SPORT MODEL Continued from Page 2! that the ancient sedan lurched, skidded and stopped in an absurd diagonal position, with its front wheels propped up on the curb. “Are we climbing something?” inquired Doris, when she had got her breath. “That young idiot!” gasped papa, for- getting that it was Sunday. ‘“‘No right to come shooting out of a blind driveway like that! Don’t care if he’s driving Elijah’s chariot! Young idiot!” At that moment the young idiot ap- peared in person at papa’s left elbow. He was an auburn-haired young idiot, with brown eyes and a brown tie to match. He was also a tall, slender, good-looking young idiot in a good-looking golf suit. And when he smiled, idiotically, it seemed that he had nice teeth; and his little reddish-go'd mus- tache was just the sort of mustache that such a young idiot should cultivate. “I’m awfully sorry,” hesaid. ‘* My fault entirely. Hope there’s no harm done?” “‘No, guess not,’’ grumbled papa. “I’m really most awfully sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I mean J wasn’t thinking of any- thing in particular, and I +i ““When you drive a car,”’ announced Mr. Weston firmly, “‘you should keep your mind on the car.” “Yes; quite right. I usually do keep my mind on the ; Then the young idiot saw Doris, and where he kept his mind during the next five or ten seconds it would be difficult to szy. It was a lovely morning, late in June, and very bright, and rather warm. “Well,” said the young idiot, smiling vaguely, ‘“‘thanks very much. lot. Beautiful day, isn’t it? I’ve never seen such blond—uh— beautiful—uh -I mean weather. Thanks awfully, really!” And the young idiot retreated two steps, took one step forward, fell back again; and then, suddenly remembering where he had left his mind, looked into Doris’ azure eyes and said, “‘ Why, of course-- we used to go to dancing school together! Thanks a lot And he went away from there with a graceful sauntering walk that apparent!, was a part of his idiotic charm. He seemed fond of walking, because he walked right past his own car, drawn up at the curb, without even seeing it. And anyone who could walk past a car like that without seeing it must be, thought Doris, a trifle light in the mind, or something. **Do you know that young man?” asked mamma, turning around and looking fondly at her daughter. ““Yes, I think so. Yes, I’m sure he must be Philip Webb. I heard at the club that he was coming home. He’s just graduated from Yale, and he usually spends his sum- mers in Europe, but this year his father wanted him to come home and organize the polo team. They say he plays wonderful polo. And they say he’s awfully sort of attractive, but rather fast. Do you think he looked fast, mamma?” ‘Well, I don’t know but he did a little.” ‘He was fast coming out of that drive- way,” growled papa; then—‘‘Webb? Do you mean T. Roland Webb’s son?”’ “Yes,” replied Doris. ‘I’m sure ——"’ “That man Webb thinks he owns this town. Guess his son takes after him.” ““Yes, I remember him now. We did go to dancing school together. How funny!” “‘What’s funny?” queried papa. “Nothing,” said Doris. “These rich men’s sons! they can drive right over you. cause his father owns a bank And so they went on to church. Mr. John Collender was waiting for them in the vestibule. Papa had planned to greet his young business associate rather coldly, and even, if the opportunity offered, to lecture him on the evils of overindulgence in astronomy. But the truth was that Mr. Weston stood somewhat in awe of young Collender. The latter was so obviously Thanks a quite They think Just be- right, so surely poised, in his attitude to ward life. To begin with, he was physicall; fit; he was always on his toes and ready to go. He had the air of a boxer coming out of his corner—an impression that he managed to convey even in the most commonplace situations and under the politest circum stances. He built, shouldered, square-jawed, and well-groomed both as to dress and person. And he had personality. There was no doubt of that He came forward now with a char acteristic rush that rather disconcerted papa. “Good morning, Mrs. Weston "Morning, Miss Weston. Hello, chief!” “Hello, John,’’ mumbled papa sourly “Well,” said mamma, “‘shall we go in “Well,” said Doris, “I think maybe Johnny and I won’t sit in your pew mamma. Because I have a little cough I’ve been sort of coughing a good deal tl morning—and maybe Johnny and I had better sit near the door so that if I get to coughing I can s!ip out without making any disturbance.” “Well,” said mamma thoughtfully, “‘] think maybe that would be a good idea.” “What mean cough?” whispered Mr. Weston, as he and mamma padded softly up the aisle a haven't heard Doris cough since she was three years o!d and had the croup that time it wa 1 was stockily broad does she she’s got a sn’t the croup,” replied mamma “It was just a b: id.” Ar which » conf i apa at ne yvancdoned further inquir 1 gave him self up to the reflection so subtly comforting toallh women usually knew what they were about With hymn brations of his own to the militant challe: tian Soldiers. Dor sgotto coughing pre tty badly abou the time the collection was taken up, and the min had a seizure that was really quite So Doris had to get up and go out, and of young Mr. Coller and though they botl miss the sermon, still, as Doris wouldn't be right to stay and cough and maybe spoil the minister’s message for a lot of other people, who probably needed it. “‘Let’s walk along home,”’ she suggested as they left the church. ‘I think a little fresh air and sunshine will help my coug! And then we can stop in at Paine’s drug store and get some lozenges, or something.” So they stopped in at Paine’s drug store and had a couple of chocolate marshmallow 1ut sundaes, because Doris suddenly re nembered that she had plenty of lozenges at home. And then she saw a five-pound box of assorted sweets that she said almost mad her wish she’d never started that old diet of hers. Whereupon young Mr. Collender laughed and said that it was foolish for a girl like Doris, with her figure, to fall for this dieting craze. “You're just right,’’ he insisted vigor- ously. ‘“‘Not a pound overweight.”’ And then Mr. Collender paid for the box of candy and they continued their walk in the benevolent June sunshine. “You're really awfully sweet to me, Johnny,” said Doris. ‘And on such short acquaintance too.” Collender, with one of his eager, athletic gestures, grasped her forearm, squeezed it gently and dropped his hand to his side. ‘Listen, Doris, I’m often accused of making snap judgments, but—well, I've trained myself to size up people almost at a glance; and though I admit it’s harder to tell about a woman—still, when I meet a winner I know it. And you’re a winner Doris. You're the sweetest, prettiest snappiest little personality in this town and it’s a snappy town too. I'll say that for it.”’ Continued on Page 82 } usbands and fathers that, after all, a sigh, he reached for the family bo yk and Was soon enjoying the voice as it rest ge of Onward, ¢ ister announced his text she wren severe t course der had to go ou with he : hated to said, it

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THE SATURDAY ECLIPSE BENDIX DRIVE LE eae AND SUMMER—Frain or shine —the bus must maintain service. Its huge engine presents an unusually difhi- cult problem in starting—-and demands a sturdy, dependable form of starter- drive. Eclipse anticipated the starting requirements for this heavy-duty serv- ice and met them with a specially developed Eclipse Bendix Drive. Throughout the world, “Eclipse at EI- mira” is known as an authority on starter-drives, and its products accepted as standard. “The Mechanical Hand That Cranks Your Car’’ The Eclipse Bendix Drive is standard equipment on a large majority of the world’s automobiles—and is the form you probably know best of the Eclipse products used in starting gasoline engines. It is the automatic con- necting link between your electric starting motor and the engine of your automobile—a ‘mechanical hand” that takes hold of the fly-wheel, cranks it, and then lets go. Eclipse also starts— Trucks Buses Tractors Fire Apparatus Ambulances Taxicabs Motor Boats Coast Guard Vessels Cruisers Gasoline Rail Cars Gasoline Locomotives and all kinds of prime movers ee, — ee — ECLIPSE MACHINE COMPANY, Elmira, N.Y. Eclipse Machine Company, Hoboken, N. J. Eclipse Machine Company, Ltd., Walkerville, Ont. EVENING POST (Continued from Page 80 “Do you really like it? I mean me?” murmured Doris, with a sidelong glance so naive, so charmingly grateful, that Col- lender actually was thrown out of his stride. He had to skip to get into step with her again. “Doris, you’re a queen. There’s nothing too good for you. You ought to have this whole town eating out of your hand. And, by George, you will have, if I can make your father see things my way!” “I think papa’s wonderful,” said Doris gently. ‘But, of course, he’s just the least bit shortsighted when it comes to doing anything really practical like joining the polo club or buying that Cyclone-Six road- ster. I was in there yesterday sort of talk- ing to the salesman, and he said at first he couldn’t promise me immediate delivery. But after a while he said he guessed maybe he could let me have that car they’ ve got on the floor, because he said it would be a better advertisement to have me driving it around town than it would be to keep it in their showroom window. He was rather a nice man. Sort of bald, but terribly sym- pathetic. So I think that someone really ought to talk to papa about how necessary it is to take advantage of your opportuni- ties and be progressive.”’ “‘Now that,’ said young Mr. Collender, “is exactly what I want to discuss with you, Doris.” “How funny!” exclaimed Doris, with a pleased smile. ‘‘ Because that’s just what I wanted to discuss with you. Isn’t it funny the way we just sort of want to discuss the same things, Johnny?” They were still discussing papa’s progress when they reached the Weston home on Front Street; that quaint old house with the mansard roof which papa had bought on mortgage when he was a young man just fairly launched in the insurance business. It had never, thought Doris, looked so pathetically inadequate, so hopelessly out-dated, as it did on this glorious June morning. ** And I was just thinking,’ she remarked, as they mounted the steps of the front porch, ‘‘that if papa could ever be per- suaded to sell this old house and really move out to some nice location iike River- side pe “You're absolutely right, Doris.” “Tt certainly would be nice,’’ she sighed. By this time they were in the living room. A sober room, filled with furniture of no recognizable period, the general color scheme a blend of gentle browns, the deco- rative fireplace, with its gas logs and fake brass andirons merely adding a note of pathos which was accented by a large oil painting, hung over the mantel, of sad sheep grazing in a sadder meadow—the whole effect one of mild indifference to time and taste. A certain cheerful musti- ness in the air, a fine dust of sunlight, which gave to everything it touched a melancholy benediction. “This room!” breathed Doris, sinking into a deep-cushioned leather armchair. “It just sort of seems to depress me. Some- times I think I'll die if I don’t get out of here pretty soon.” ‘“*Doris,”’ said Collender, standing solidly in front of her, ‘‘I’m going to get you out of here. And I’m going to get you into the polo club, and I’m going to get you that roadster. Now what do you think of that?” *“*T think it’s terribly sweet of you to take so much interest in me,’’ murmured the girl. “And I do sort of believe in you, because you look so capable and successful, and—I mean—so sort of strong. I think it’s your shoulders, Johnny.” ‘Doris, the first time I danced with you last night I said to myself, ‘Here’s the Weston Imperial Insurance Company’s greatest asset.’ Yes, I did, Doris! Why, it’s as simple as ABC. What's the most important requirement for success in a town like Fanewood? Social contact that’s the thing. Social contact! And here you are, all set to step right into the most exclusive circles. All you need is the proper backing, Doris. Just a little chance to December 4, 1926 spread yourself, that’s all. And once you get in with the right people, your father’s bound to trail along. Before he knows it, he’ll find himself right up there at the head of the parade, and that means business, Doris. I'm telling you!” “‘Then you think of me just as a ness asset?’’ queried Doris sweetly. “Why, no,”’ returned Collender seriously; “not just as a business asset. At least, I well, I’m afraid to tell you what I really think of you, Doris.” “Ts it as bad as all that?”’ “Tt isn’t bad at all.” “Isn’t it, really?” “No, it isn’t. It’s just that I don’t be- lieve in mixing business with—er—senti- ment.”’ “Don’t you, really?”’ “‘No, I don’t. And for the present, at least, I’ve got to stick pretty close to busi- ness. I told your father when he sent for me that I'd guarantee to put the Weston Imperial Insurance Company back on its feet, and I’m going to do it. But I don’t mind telling you, Doris, that ever since last night I’ve had a new incentive to make good. You're the incentive.” “Am I, really?”’ “Yes, you are. I tell you so frankly And some day I’m going to tell you more a whole lot more. But just now my job is to get your father to snap out of his slump and make a noise like one of the big men of this town, and you've got to help me, Doris.” “‘T’ll do my best,”’ promised Doris, lifting her long lashes and smiling into his eyes; “T really will.” *‘Shake hands on it,’’ proposed young Collender; and added, as she gave him her hand, “‘You and I together, eh, Doris? We'll put it across.” But it really was mamma who put it across. To be sure, the conversation during that Sunday-noon dinner was conducted chiefly by Doris and young Collender. They got the jump on papa while he was carving the roast, and papa never quite made up the lost ground. He was on the defensive from the start, and by the time the coffee was served—in those little painted cups that mamma had bought in 3uffalo on her wedding tour— Mr. Weston was reduced to a state of mere feeble stub- “*Now you look it here! I will not buy that car. Because if I bought a car like that, Doris would drive it, and then when we all went for a ride I'd have to sit out in back, on that foolish rumble seat, right out in the weather!” “No,” said mamma unexpectedly, ‘‘ you can sit with Doris. I'll sit on the rumble seat.” ‘“Why, Allie!” cried papa, and you could fairly see his defenses crumbling. ‘‘Do you think I ought to buy that ridiculous road- ster?”’ “Yes, I do, Penny. I really do. I've thought so all along, only I didn’t want to say so, because I know you can’t afford it.” “‘T never said I couldn't afford it!” “‘But I’ve been listening to Mr. Collen- der talk,’’ continued mamma placidly, ‘‘ and I agree with him that it’s time for the Westons to gamble a little.” ** Allie!”’ exclaimed papa, in a voice t} quavered and then cracked completely. “And concluded mamma, “*we’ll still have the old sedan, because I don’t think you could sell it even if you wanted to. Pour your father a glass of water, Doris. He’s choking.” “‘T’m not choking,”’ retorted papa, chok- ing. ‘‘And even if I am, it’s all right. I don’t care. What’s the use of being the head of a family if nobody listens to your arguments? But have it your own way. | guess I can stand it if you can. And if we go stone broke, and you and Doris have to take in boarders, Allie—why, don't blame me, that’s all. As for you, John Col- lender , “Oh, now listen, chief!’’ soothed Col- lender, with an ingratiating smile. ‘“‘It’s just a matter of publicity—that’s all—an investment in personal publicity. And a a busi- bornness. besides,” Continued on Page 84

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SATURDAY WADE ER ERIN PSI ¢ v,,7 4 whad. = ie A) HULL bbaags 7 drat ET the children get up as early as they _4 like on Christmas morning—if there’s a Perfection Heater among the presents. It starts its career of service and radiates warmth to every corner of the room—even before the gift card is untied! Carry it anywhere there is a chilly spot. It pro- vides generous warmth at low cost. Ask any dealer to show you the new models. TION STOVI COMPANY : ( he Perfection Stove ( Sarr ere ’ Chases Chills from Cold Corners PERFECTION Oil Heaters EVENING POST (Continued from Page 82 mighty sound one too! If I didn’t think so Well, you know my only object is to see you a big success in this town. That's straight, chief! You're the sort of man a fellow feels loyal to, and wants to boost all he can. Yes, you are! Why, the way you’ve treated me since I came to Fanewood, making me feel right at home and asking me out here today to share your wonderful hospitality % “It was Doris,” began papa, rather un- graciously; but since he was not an ungracious man, and because young Col- lender was really a nice, clean-cut, likable young chap, he added, in a more friendly tone: ‘“ Well, well, that’s all right, John. I don’t question your loyalty. And—er h’m—always glad to have our friends take potluck with us. Er—well—you might pour me a little water, Doris. I seem to have caught that cough of yours—the one you had in church this morning.” “Oh, yes,”’ said Doris. ‘‘I think I got it riding in a closed car. You know, papa, they say these closed models like our sedan aren't nearly so healthy as the open ones.” “‘Let’s all go sit on the front porch,” sug- gested mamma, tactfully, “‘and watch the Sunday tourists go by.” mi N THE morning of her nineteenth birth- day Doris received the surprise of her What do you suppose she got from It really was the most wonderful life. papa? thing. A brand-new baby-blue Cyclone-Six sport roadster, with disk wheels and a nickel-plated radiator and all the trim- mings. Oh, boy! What a surprise! Why, it was just like a miracle. Because when she first came down to breakfast about ten o'clock that morning papa having departed long since for the office—she never even thought of going to the window to look out and see what she was going to get for her birthday. Because you never do look out of windows to see what you're going to get for your birthday; now do you, really? And then all at once she remembered that she had a date to play tennis at the polo club that morning, so she thought she’d just go to the window to see if it was as nice a day as it seemed to be. And sure enough, it was even nicer. Because there was the new sport roadster standing out in front of the garage, and Well, it certainly was a lovely day. And when she got back to the table, there under her plate was a long, stiff, white en- velope with the polo-club emblem on it two mallets with a polo pony rampant—and inside it a stunningly en- graved card that read as follows: crossed THE APPLICATION OF Mr. JAMES PENNY WESTON, ESQUIRE FOR ONE HUNDRED SHARES OF THE FANEWOOD PoLo CLUB PREFERRED STOCK HAS BEEN RE- CEIVED AND WILL BE DULY ACTED UPON. IT Is UNDERSTOOD THAT ACCEPTANCE OF THIS APPLI CATION BY THE ADMISSIONS COMMITTEE CONSTI TUTES A LIFE MEMBERSHIP IN THE CLUB ALL CHECKS SHOULD BE MADE PAYABLE TO T. ROLAND WEBB, ESQUIRE, PRESIDENT AND TREASURER. ““Oh, mamma!” sang out Doris soulfully. “What a nice thing it is to be alive on your nineteenth birthday! Isn’t papa the dear- est person—I mean, really? Because I never sort of thought he’d do it all at once, and now that he’s done it, I’m sure it’s going to be the very best thing in the world for all of us.”’ “Eat your cereal, darling,’ murmured mamma, quite mechanically and without any idea that Doris would eat her cereal she never had. “‘And isn’t it funny,’ went on Doris, with a rapt smile, ‘‘that I just happened to buy that blue sport suit the other day? Because it’s just the shade of the roadster, and I think I cught to look quite nice in it, really.” “*Do you think you can manage it?”’ in- quired mamma a trifle apprehensively. ‘‘The car, I mean.” ‘*Manage it! Why, mamma, of course I ean!” December 4, 1926 “Well, you take extra pains with that car now, Doris. Because if anything should happen to you—or it—well, your father’d never stop talking, that’s all. He’d just never stop talking.” **T’ll be careful, mamma. But, of course, you know you've got to keep up a certain speed or you may get hit from behind. But I'll be careful. Now I’m going to telephone papa and thank him for such a wonderful surprise.” Half an hour later the prettiest young woman in Fanewood was rolling smoothly along the winding river road that led to- ward the polo club. Dreamily she drove, in a blue suit, in a blue car, under a blue, blue sky. Why, she wondered, did people say they felt blue when they meant unhappy? She was feeling completely blue—and she was fairly tingling with happiness. An automobile horn, respectful but in sistent, sounded behind her. She roused a little from her daydream, but did not look around. Again the horn. Doris was slightly —oh, ever so slightly annoyed. _Instinctively, uncon- sciously, she pressed down the accelerator. The blue roadster shot forward with an ex hilarating rush. But, of course, you couldn't start speeding in a brand-new car—you really couldn’t. And yet it was rather a shame, with all that power at her command. And then, too, there was always the danger of being bumped from behind. The speedometer must be wrong couldn't going more twenty-five A long, lean, rectangular hood crept into sight on her left, and it was a cream-colored hood. She recognized it instantly. The same car that had almost wrecked papa the previous Sunday, and doubtless driven by the same young idiot. Yes, could see him, out of the corner of her eye. The pursuing car edged up silently, re lentlessly, with a certain superior suavity that was really too much. It really was too much! **T wouldn't think of racing with him,” Doris told herself haughtily. And anyway, that speedometer simply couldn't be regis- tering correctly. The two cars were now side by side. Di rectly ahead was a turn in the road, quite a sharp curve, marked by a sign that read almost She possibly be than now she Danger! Doris’ heart was racing if she was not. Well, it was only common sense to speed up a little and shake off the touring car while rounding that curve. Then she’d slow down and let him pass her, the idiot! speeded up a little—just a little, really swung her blue beauty around the curve and, to her utter standing placidly in the middle of the road not fifty yards ahead of her a large, red, ridiculous, So she horror, saw impossible COW Only it wasn’t impossible cause there it was, really se and there Deris speedir and there was the end of the world in plain sight, and realized that on her you see was zy up a little, Vaguely she right was a gentle grassy slope falling away toa shallow and really charming trout brook At least it used to be ago, when papa was a boy “TI wonder,”’ thought Doris, there are any trout in that brook now. | think papa’d sort of like to know. I guess a trout brook vears whether I'll go down and see.” It was rathe and quite exciting terrifying too Crack! Something had happened. thing had snapped, given way Crash! Something else had happened What was it? All this was most confusing, really. Doris, still sitting alert at the the blue roadster, now peacefully parked in the middle of the trout brook, turned her head by cautious degrees and saw close be- side her, also at rest in the trout brook, the cream-colored car, and seated at the wheel of it, the young idiot with the reddish-gold who looked at and Continued on Page 86 r rough going down the bank, and a little bit realy some- wheel of mustache, her said,

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The long lever in the Ross Cam a1 r Steering Gear * reason [fo B tre dous power that makes he cam, with its varial st } Ross Gear & Tool Co., Lafayette, Ind. RO CAM and LEVER F,4 STEERING GEARS EASIER STEERING LESS ROAD SHOCK ; : Company, Lafayette, Indiana fy 1 Ofeer Name O EVENING POST Continued from Page 84 “We did go to dancing school together, didn’t we?”’ “*Yes,”’ said Doris, ‘‘we really did. Isn't it a beautiful morning?” “Isn't it? I think it’s beautiful.”’ ‘Such a nice day for motoring.” **Oh, splendid!”’ “But you miss so much of the landscape when you're driving,” said Doris, with a little sigh. ‘‘I really think it’s nice to stop now and then and sort of look around.” “‘This,”’ said the young man, ‘“‘is a nice quiet spot.” “Yes, isn’t it? So restful and charming. Do you suppose there are any trout in this brook?”’ “T’ll get out and see.” “‘Oh, no, don’t bother. I was just won- dering. Wasn't that a big cow in the road up there?” “Wasn't it? I’ve never seen such a big cow.” ‘And so unexpected!”’ said Doris. “I really didn’t know what to do. So I just drove down here to rest awhile and think it over.”’ ““Yes, I saw you turn off,”’ he told her, beaming. ‘‘So I thought I'd turn off too.” “‘But you were behind me. You might have stopped.” “T never thought of that.” “Do you mean to say that you de- liberately followed me over to the bank and down here among the trout —if there are any trout?’”’ “Well,” replied the young man apolo- getically, “I didn’t exactly deliberate. There wasn’t time. I just followed you.” “You might have been killed!”’ **So might you,”’ he answered cheerfully. “But I didn’t turn off on purpose. My only idea was to keep from hitting that cow.”’ “Oh, well,’”’ observed her companion in disaster, with an idiotic grin, ‘I’ve always been fond of riding cross country. Though I must say I prefer a horse. By the way in case you’ve forgotten—my name’s Webb—Philip Webb. And you're Doris Weston, aren’t you?”’ “Yes, am. But I don’t feel like it. mean, I’m not the same person I was ter minutes ago, really.” “Neither am I. Funny how people change, isn’t it?” “Yes, isn’t it? don’t you?” “A little. But I have other accomplish- ments.” ‘‘Have you, really? What else can you do?” “T can play tennis, sing pathetic ballads, act in charades, read poetry —I read rather well —and talk for hours to anyone I like, regardless of circumstances.” “How frightfully interesting !’’ exclaimed Doris. ‘‘I’m sure you must be a very en- tertaining sort of person, really.” “You ought to know me better. If you'll let me, I'll be awfully happy to call on you sometime this evening. I mean, some eve- ning this week.”’ *Well,”” murmured Doris, ‘I’m rather busy this week.” “Then how about tomorrow night?” “‘Let’s see—tomorrow night At this point a raucous voice behind and above them shouted suddenly, “ Hey, hey, you down there! Anybody hurt? Why don’t you answer? Can’t you speak?”’ They looked and saw, to their astonish- ment, three cars drawn up at the side of the road and at least half a dozen people stand- ing on the bank gaping down at them. ‘*“Are you conscious?”’ bellowed a large man in a silly-looking plaid cap. ““No!”’ shouted back the young idiot, Philip Webb. ‘‘ What of it?”’ “Don't you want any hel-l-lp?” **Not this morning, thanks.” *T’ll come dow-w-wn!” “No, nc' Go away. We like it here. We're having a picnic.” “Oh-h-h! A picnic!” Philip Webb waved his arm violently at the intruding figures on the bank, who ina You play polo, short time strangely disappeared; then December 4,1926 again turning to Doris, he said, ‘“* Tomorrow night at eight?” **Oh, I don’t know,”’ she replied, with a gasp; and all at once he saw her turn pale ‘| -I—feel so funny I—I’m awfully afraid I’m going to faint.” She was dimly aware of Philip Webb leaping out of his car and splashing through the brook to reach her side; still more dimly she realized that she was being lifted and carried somewhere, by someone, and that this someone possessed a shoulder against which it was rather pleasant to rest her head. And then she found herself lying flat on her back on the grassy brook side, looking up at the blue, blue sky. And this same Philip Webb was bending over her wit} his most amusing solicitude. “Are you all right now? I thought you were never going to open your eyes!”’ “ How silly!”’ breathed Doris. “* Yes, I’m quite all right, really. ‘ Oh, my legs!’ ‘“What’s the matter with them?”’ “Nothing,” said the girl, sittin; smoothing down hershort blueskirt; * I didn’t buy this suit to faint in.” “Oh, I see—I mean--I'm awfully glad.’ “What on earth are we going to do now?”’ ‘Leave everything to me,”’ answered the young man simply and comprehensively. “T wish I could! But, you see, my c: was brand new this morning. It was birthday present from papa. And wher papa hears of this,”’ said Doris, with fata istic calm, “he’s going to be frightfully put out. He is, really!" “Oh, I don’t think your damaged. Nor mine either whole thing was my fault “But it wasn’t your fault ‘I insist that it was. So y everything tome. . . Cany you think, as far as th: there? Or shall I,” rather hopefully, “go on A “Oh, no; I can walk perfectly *T’ll call up a garage man I know anc him to come haul our cars out of t Then I'll telephone for a taxi and tak home.” ** And what,”’ scape ne get home?” “Well,” “of course | j But if I were your fath heaven, I’m not!—and found you in bed recovering fr shock ‘a *‘M-m-m!” mused Doris think maybe that’s a good idea.” It proved to be when papa came home that r down to read his paper, and front page of the evening Clar of his daughter’s impromptu adventure e an excellent on¢ the trout brook, he was, in the words poet, I to be tied But mamma kept on saying “‘S} the peak of his ris and frightened. “Allie, is the child hur isn’t hurt, is she, Allie?” “No, no. She’s al the shock, you know.” “Oh, my Lord! Yes, course, of course! Where is sh want to see her.”’ ‘*She’s in bed, asleep, Penny. An the best thing for her, you know. I woul go up now if I were you. The poor child! You're not going to scold her, are you, Penny? The car wasn’t hurt at all—not even scratched. Just a front spring broken.” “No,”” promised Mr. Weston, with groan, “I won’t scold her. But I knew thi would happen. I just knew it. beginning of the end for us, Allie. We’re on the road toruin. I know it. I can feel it ir my bones.”’ But papa’s fears were groundless. In other words, he was wrong as usual. Doris’ accident proved to be the turning point ir the family fortunes; though it really was John Collender, that ingratiating youns Continued on Page 88 PR LP SR TREE RO A TR ee It’s the

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Daily Capacity 60,000 Pairs =— Pee as a = EVENING POST Continued from Page 86 genius, who grasped the opportunity which almost immediately presented itself Ou the night following the accident, Col- lender dropped in at the Westons’ to talk to papa about some incidental matter of busi- ness. Doris, it seemed, was still confined to her room. But about eight o'clock she came downstairs looking like an angel who knew what the convalescent cherub should wear. She had on a blue house gown that made young Collender think of Juliet strayed into Macbeth’s gloomy castle. Only mamma noticed that the natural curl in Doris’ hair had recently been encouraged by a water wave. Then, just as the clock in the living room struck eight, the doorbell rang, and before anyone quite realized what had happened, the Westons— including young Collender were being called on, informally but quite definitely, by Mr. and Mrs. T. Roland Webb, of Riverside Boulevard, Riverside, and by Mr. Philip Webb, their idiotic son. Well, it was wonderful——as even papa agreed later—the way things worked out. Mrs. Webb and mamma got to talking about the service in Bidloe’s new depart- ment store—Mrs. Webb didn’t like the escalator; she said it made her feel con- spicuous—and Doris and Philip were hunt- ing through the bookease for a copy of Keats’ poems that she was sure always had been there. He wanted to read her certain lines from the Eve of St. Agnes. That sort of left papa and Mr. Webb and John Col lender in a little group by themselves, and naturally they started to talk about the future of Fanewood. Mr. Webb began by gracefully insisting that he be permitted to pay for his son’s recklessness in the matter of that trifling accident yesterday morning. ‘“Phil’s a careless driver. Always has been. It’s the sporting instinct in him. But I don’t mind, Mr. Weston. Not me! I like the sporting instinct. I admire it.” “Wouldn't think of letting you pay for Doris’ little smash-up,”’ papa managed to get in edgewise. ‘‘ Nothing to it, anyway absolutely nothing.” “*T tell you, Weston, it’s the sporting in- stinct that’s going to build up this town! Now you take that new Riverside develop ment out by the polo club Oh, by the way, I see that you’ve applied for member ship.” “Yes, I we “That’s fine, Weston. going to make this town. Now you take that new Riverside development. I don’t mind telling you,” said Mr. Webb, lowering his voice to a confidential mumble, ‘that I'm personally interested out there. In fact I’m doing most of the financing.”’ ‘We know that, Mr. Webb,” spoke up young Collender coolly; and added, as the banker turned to stare at him: “‘ You're the only man in Fanewood who could finance a Fine! That club's big proposition like that.” **Ah—h’m~— well, tell what ought to do, Weston~ sell this place and move out to Riverside. I verybody’s doing it. Eh? Ha-ha!” Before papa could Col lender again spoke. ‘‘ That’s just what Mr. Weston’s thinking of doing,’ he said with enthusiasm; and added quickly, like a boxer following a left lead with a right cross: ‘“‘You were talking to me about it this morning, don’t you remember, chief?”’ “This morning?”’ blundered papa. “Why, yes. Don’t you know? I was saying to you that we ought to drop in and see Mr. Webb about the insurance on those new houses he’s putting up out there, and you said you didn’t feel like talking busi- ness with a man who might be your neigh- bor one of these days.” “*Er—oh, yes,”’ piped up papa. yes, to be sure.” “Is that so?’’ rumbled Mr. Webb, brush- ing some cigar ash from his well-rounded waistcoat. ‘Well, I'd be glad to see you any time, Weston. No need to stand on ceremony. Got plenty of good lots left out there. And--uh—now about that in- surance. Of course, I’m covered on the you you answer, John “Oh, December 4, 1926 of construction already started; but I don’t mind telling you that thinking of building a model group of homes along the river front just to pro tect our own investment, you understand Set up the right standard. Show that this is going to be a real high-class development. Now that’s where you ought to buy, Weston. I'll be glad to show you the layout if you’ll drop into my office some day soon. Er—why not tomorrow morn ing?”’ ‘** About ten o'clock, Mr. Webb?” Collender who asked the question. “Ten M-m_— make it No, make it one o'clock at Club. We'll have luncheon together, Weston Chance to talk. And-—-uh~ we can take up the question of insurance on those amount we're people It was o'clock? the Bankers’ also new houses.” “T’ll be there,”’ said fresh cigar, Mr. Webb.” An hour later, John Collender, stepping out on the side porch that overlooked the modest Weston flower garden, in the shadow of a screening honeysuckle vine, Doris and Philip Webb hammock, talking earnestly together. “Mr. and Mrs. Webb are going,” Collender politely. “Ah,” uttered Mr. and sporting son from the shadow, “ Good night, Doris.” “Good night, Philip. Awfully you to come over, really.” “Thanks, Doris. Thanks a lot Call you up. Well, good night See you tomorrow at the club. Shoot a little tennis. Good night, Mr. Collender.”’ “*Good night, good night,”’ said John When Philip had gone, the ness genius sat down beside Doris in hammock. “Well, you seem to have made progress with that bird, Doris.”’ “Oh, we papa. “Have a discovered, seated in a said Mrs. Webb’s then I must go too. see you again soon. young bus! the used to know each other wher we were kids,”’ replied the girl “You did? Say, that’s fine! Every- thing’s breaking just right for us, Doris Your father’s having luncheon with the old Webb tomorrow, and you're playing tennis with the son. By couldn't be better! Just keep nice to him, Doris. String him “You mean, you really think I ought to ro around a little with Philip Webb?” “Why, sure absolutely the right thing to do. a lot, Doris.” ‘I’ve heard he’s rather fast, Johnny “Oh, I don’t think he’s so bad. Just a rich man’s that’s all Not mucl strength of character. No personality. But I guess you can handle him, all right.” “Well,” sighed Doris, ‘“‘I’d be glad to do anything I could to help papa.” suddenly burst out ndifferently George, it itup! Be along It's It'll help for your father’s sake! son, “Geel” young Col lender, inching ardently toward her. ‘ Gee, but you're beautiful, Doris! You certainly are a queen.” “I’m glad you think so, Johnny really.” “Would you mind if I one se ‘Not tonight, Johnny No, please! Some- how I don’t feel like being kissed tonight. | haven't felt like myself since my accident, you know. My temperature was a little subnormal before dinner, and I “All right, Doris. Your word me. But some day?” “Yes, maybe some murmured Doris; and then: ‘A girl certainly safe with a man like you in her life, Johnny.”’ is law to day,”’ feels Iv / ND then—as the movies so succinctly put it the came the fall. Came the golden days. Came one day in particular when Mr. and Mrs. James Penny Weston and daughter Doris transferred their household goods from the old house in Front Street to the new Boulevard, tiverside. The new house was a darb, a dream, a knock-out. It was so much of a knock-out, that Doris felt Continued on Page 90 with passing of summer, autumn house in Riverside indeed, even

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I mean, I can’t bear to think of perfect strangers living in that nice old house.” ““What?” exclaimed papa. you hated it.”’ “Yes, I know; but I mean—I think it would be rather sweet if you could just sort of keep it and rent it. I really do.” “So do I,” said papa. ‘‘ The trouble is,”’ he added gloomily, “‘there’s no one in Fane- wood who'd be willing to live in such a house.”’ “Tt was always sort of dark and drafty,” commented mamma, in her bemused mur- mur; then: ‘You know, Penny, I was looking at those new electric refrigerators down at Bidloe’s the other di iy and I think it would be nice if we ; Doris moved off out of earshot, walking toward the house. She was going in to take anap. There was to be a big dance at the club that night, and tomorrow the newly organized Fanewood polo team was to play areal match with the Greenwich Whirlwind Four, and the day after that The girl smiled vaguely at the recently purchased Crouching Venus that made for art in the hall of the new Weston home. “T don’t know,”’ whispered Doris to her- “T thought | self, with rare introspective gravity. ‘“L ife is funny. It’s awfully funny, really! Then she looked hard at the Crouching Think of papa living with that,”’ and walked on up the stairs to her |} own room. John Collender was taking her to the | dance that night. John wasn’t a member of | the club, exactly, but he was thinking of joining. And now that the Westons be- | longed, he was out there pretty often | with Doris. So no one thought anything about it | except perhaps to wonder when the engage- | ment was going to be announced when | Doris and Johnny entered the club ball- | room that evening. Well, possibly there | was one person who thought something | about it, but he didn’t say much. All he | said was, as soon as he had cut in, “‘ What you see in that stuffed shirt of a John Col- lender I can’t make out, Doris.” ‘“*He’s a wonderful man, Phil. He really “How wonderful?” “Why, he’s put papa on his feet--in a business way, I mean. Last June papa was almost sunk, and now look at him! Look at mamma! Look at me!” “T’m looking at you,”’ Philip Webb re- “Do you want me to tell you what I see?”’ ““Not here,”’ murmured Doris. “Come on then. Let’s get out of this.” They left the ballroom and wandered out on the light-streaked lawn, over which hung | a slight haze, a blur of silver mist. At the top of the river bank a rustic summerhouse stood in the shadow of a huge willow. Here Doris and Philip stopped and sat down. “You and I’ve been playing around to- gether all summer, Doris,” he began abruptly and rather soberly. “*\i-m-m,”’ said Doris. ““And I— well, when I’m with you, every time I look at you I get a certain impression. I get the impression that you're really not awfully interested in this silly game.”’ “What game?” “Oh, you know—this social hullabaloo. Only, it’s more than that. It’s the whole modern notion of things, a kind of religion, a fever—called progress. You're involved in it, and so am I. Sometimes I feel that December 4, 1926 my whole life’s been a kind of delirium. But I don’t think I’m fooled by it, and as I say, when I|’m with you I don’t think you are either. But when I’m away from you, Doris —well, frankly, I'm not so sure.”’ “Aren't you?” returned Doris sweetly “And does it make such a frightful lot of difference?” He looked at her with a an intensity surprising in a young man of his sporting nature. “Yes, it does. I’m awfully sorry, but it does make all the difference in the world to me.” “Why?” “Because I want to marry you, Doris.’ “Oh!” exclaimed the girl faintly. ‘‘Do you, really?” “You know I do!” “Oh, Isee. And you're afraid that if you marry me you'll have to go on playing this this game?”’ “Listen, Doris! I’ve got four thousand a year of my own. It isn’t much, compared with my present allowance from father, but I can count on it. And I I'd rather like to try living on it—with you. I mean I'd like to go somewhere with you and just not do anything but live.” “Four thousand a year isn’t much, is it?’’ Doris inquired of the silver mist veil ing the world about them. Philip Webb looked at her, then got up suddenly. “No,” he said, “it isn’t much. . . . Shall we go back up there and dance?” ** Maybe we'd better,’’ agreed Doris; and as they started toward the clubhouse, in- voluntarily walking to the beat of the dance music emanating from it, she said, ‘It’s really funny that people don’t know what they want. You think you do, but you don’t, really.”’ “T know what I want,” Webb. ‘That’s because you've been thinking about it,’’ she told him a trifle resentfully. “T haven't. I’ve been too busy trying to prod my family out of that awful rut they were in. And now that we're out of it oh, I don’t know. I wish you hadn't chosen tonight to be so serious. I wanted to have a good time tonight. I wanted to dance.” “‘Go ahead,” retorted Philip coldly. ‘“‘ I’m sick of it. I’m going for a walk.” At the door of the ballroom he left her Doris was curiously hurt, curiously upset and angry. She didn’t know why. It was all quite inexplicable. But she felt as though, all at once, something solid and sustaining had been snatched away from her; the smooth dance floor, as she crossed it, seemed to waver under her feet; the brilliantly lighted room appeared to have taken on the unreality of the mist outside. The swirl of the dancers was a grotesque and meaningless gyration of automatons. “Johnny,” she cried, as young Collender came athletically plunging toward her, ‘“‘take me away. Please, get me out of this.”’ “Don’t you want to dance, Doris?”’ “No,” she decided, though only amoment before she had told Philip she wanted to. *“Come on then,” said Collender, taking her arm. Then, somehow, to her complete be- wilderment, she found herself back in the summerhouse on the river bank with Johnny Collender. They were seated there just where she and Philip had sat not five minutes before, and Johnny was making vigorous love to her. “Doris, you know you said that some day you'd let me ‘ “IT said maybe, Johnny. And anyway, I might not like it. Then I wouldn’t like you any more. So you'd better not kiss me. You'd better iust talk to me.” **Will you promise to listen?”’ a ad ‘Then here’s what I’ve got to say, Doris: You and I were made for each other. I’m as sure of that as I am that 1’m alive. Look what we've done; look what we’ve ac- complished since last June. Only since June, Doris! And we've done it together, you and I. Your father’s making money Continued on Page 92 queer intensity, asserted Philip RS RTT A RE

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“YANKEE” TOOLS for Christmas 7 \NKEE’’ Tools have ‘all the ingenuity the name implies. Make work interest- ing; save time, labor! Fine tools! they make fine gifts for any man or boy; and a “YANKEI Tool is just the gift to make a mechanic happy on Christmas. ene ¥ Ng —s ‘i ~— Sil, fu Remember, your hardware tore is a real yiit shop; the dealer will give you expert help in making selections YANKEE’ tche Bit Brace No. 2100. Pri ] 0. Lucky in, who g - VK Bit Brace et on coy _ ix. a af > i a 1 er ees § “YANKEE” on the tool you buy means the \ utmost in quality, effi- ciency and durability r can supply 9 THE SATURDAY Continued from Page 90 He’s beginning to be known as a successful man; and more than that, he is a successful man. Your mother’s Mrs. T. Roland Webb's closest friend. You know—every- body knows what that means. And as for you, Doris ~ “Yes? As for me?” “Well, you're happy, aren’t you? You’ve got just what you want.” “Have I, really?” “Oh, not everything you want, of course But you will have, Doris, if you'll just trust me enough to marry me.” “Johnny, | tg “Doris, you know me. I don’t want to brag, but you know I'm the sort of man who succeeds. And with you to help me, why, we'll just walk off w:th this town!” “T might fail you,’’ sighed Doris, with unexpected humility. “Fail me? You?” Young Collender laughed aloud. ‘‘Not after this summer, Doris. Do you think I haven’t watched you? Why, you’re a wonder! Look what you've done to that simple-minded goldfish, Philip Webb! Oh, I know I advised you to be nice to him, to string him along — but the way you've done it!” “Sorry!” rang out a clear, strangely metallic voice behind them. “I was just coming up the steps from the float and couldn't help hearing what you said about me.”’ Doris turned slowly as though in a dream, and saw the figure of Philip Webb standing at the top of the steps that led from the summerhouse down the bank to the club bathing float “Philip!” stricken. “It’s all right, Doris—and I apologize for being here. But I’m glad it happened, just the same. Glad to know I’m a simple- minded goldfish. But don’t say it out loud again, will you, Collender? Because if you do I'll knock your block off.”’ “Oh, no, you won’t!”’ blared back Col- she gasped, suddenly terror- lender. “Then say it.’ “No, no!"’ begged Doris in a panic; and the next moment, because it was such a frightful thing, really, she burst into tears; and of course that diverted Collender’s at- tention to her, so that he hadn’t time to repeat that Philip Webb was a simple minded goldfish. “There, there, Doris! It’s all right. Don’t you care. It’s all right.” “ Yes,” said Philip, in his clear, cold voice. “And it's all right with me too. Glad to know you were only stringing me along, Doris. Though I must say it was rather a pleasant summer while it lasted. I en- joyed it. Thanks for the summer, Doris. Thanks a lot!’ And Philip, brushing past them, went serenely on his way toward the clubhouse “‘T hate him!” cried Doris passionately. ‘I hate that man as I never thought I could hate any human being, really!” And then John Collender kissed her. Vv ORIS didn’t sit with mamma and papa in the Webbs’ box at the polo match the next afternoon. She sat with young Collender in her smart blue roadster, which she had driven up to the edge of the playing field, near the south goal. ‘I'm not feeling very well today,’’ she had said to her mother at luncheon, “and I may want to leave early. So I'll just sit with Johnny in the car.” The truth was that she couldn’t bring herself to sit in the Webbs’ box, she hated Philip so. And since Philip was the main- stay of the Fanewood team— well, it would be too painful, really, to hear his mother’s worshipful comments, to behold T. Roland Webb's beaming pride “*T hope he falls off his horse!’’ she said vehemently to Johnny, as the Fanewood team, amid great applause, galloped out on the field. No one really expected the Fanewood four to beat the Greenwich Whirlwinds. But at the beginning of the third quarter EVENING POST the home team was leading, five goals to four, due chiefly to the playing of young Webb He was putting up a whale of a game, and his furious riding brought frequent concerted gasps from the crowd. Then, with catastrophic suddenness, the hero went down. Approaching the south goal at full gallop, his pony stumbled. There was a moment of suspended horror as the little animal struggled to recover itself. Then a muffled thud; the slender figure of Philip Webb shot forward in an incredibly graceful curve, struck heavily and lay quite still on the trampled turf. An awful silence rushed down to gather like an apparent pall above that crumpled figure, which lay for en instant in complete solitude, inexpressibly lonely, on the brownish-green field *“Get me some water,” breathed Doris to Collender. ‘I feel faint.” “Allright, Doris. Steady now!”’ Young Collender jumped out of the car and ran at full speed toward the clubhouse. Other people were running. There was move- ment, excitement, a panicky milling in the stands. On the playing field, the players of both teams had rushed to form a group about the injured man. An isolated male figure, with flapping coat tails, was running with a black bag in his hand. Then an extraordinary thing happened. An automobile, a jaunty baby-blue sport roadster, shot out on the field and dashed directly toward the locus of disaster. The car was driven by a girl in a blue suit, who, when she reached the spot, leaped out and dropped to her knees beside the falien hero. “Phil!”’ cried Doris, taking his head in her arms. ‘Oh, Phil, speak to me! Dar- ling—darling, speak to me!” And then an even more extraordinary thing happened. It was only vaguely realized by the people still sitting hypno- tized in the stands, but to the handful on the field it partook of the nature of a mir- acle “Speak to me, Phil!’ pleaded Doris. And Philip spoke. He said, ‘‘That you, Doris? Thanks for coming. Thanks a lot I’ve been waiting for you."’ And he sat up and smiled confusedly into her <¢ She tugged at his hands, and suddenly he was on his feet, swaying a little, but smiling happily. “‘ Allright, Doris,’’ he said. ‘‘ Let’s go. I don’t want to play this silly game any more.”” Then to the appalled group pressing around him: ‘‘Go away!” pleaded Philip. ‘‘ Doris and I are having a picnic.” **Put him in my car!’ commanded the girl. ‘‘Oh, please help me.” “Tl can walk,’’ muttered Philip. ‘‘This your car, Doris? Yes, I remember—-all my fault. Go away, the rest of you. He'd tell my father he’s a simple-minded goldfish.”’ ‘Get in, Phil. There!” Somehow she urged him into the car. He sank down on the seat, shut the door witha curiously wooden gesture, said loudly, ‘‘No more silly games!’ And then Even as his erstwhile team mates shouted, ‘Wait! We'll go with you,” Doris threw in the clutch; the roadster lurched forward, shot like a materialized blue streak across the polo field, swept through the gate that led to the club drive- way and disappeared in the general direc- tion of the setting sun. In Box Number 1, Row 1, Section A, Mrs. T. Roland Webb clutched the arm of her dear friend, Mrs. James Penny Weston, and said: ‘‘He must be all right, Allie! He was sitting up in the car. And to think that it was your Doris— while we all sat here like bumps on a log! Oh, that wonder- ful girl! She'll drive him right home, and Hurry, Roland! We must hurry home, don’t you understand?” “Yes, yes!"’ exclaimed Mr. Webb ex- citedly. ‘‘Come on, Weston. Help me find my chauffeur.”’ **Doris’ll look after him,”’ chirruped papa mechanically. ‘‘Doris’ll look after him. Doris’ Il re seemed ves. No, no! The front seat! December 4, 1926 But when, twenty minutes later, the Webbs’ car reached the Webbs’ proud man sion on Riverside Boulevard, there was no blue sport roadster parked in front of the house. Instead, there was a rather stupefied but- ler, who said, ‘“‘ Beg pardon, ma’am. They've been and gone, ma’am.”’ ““Gone!”’ ““Yes,ma’am. Mr. Philip left a message ma’am. He said to tell you he was feeling quite happy, ma’am, and that he and Mi Weston was going for a bit of a drive, ma’am. And Miss Weston said to tell you she’d telephone later, ma'am, and that none of you was to worry, because it was quite all right, ma’am. And then Mr. Philip, he begun to sing, ma’am.” burst out Mrs. Webb *“Why in heaven’s name should he sing “I’m sure I can’t say, ma’am,” ‘Now you look it here,” spoke up papa firmly. ‘‘ Those two kids are all right. You take my word for it. Only sensible thing to do—go in the house and wait till they tele- phone.” So they went in the house and waited and waited. “Sing!” At six o'clock that evening the telephone rang, and five minutes later the T. Roland Webbs and the James Penny Westons were again abroad in the Webb car. Their course this time led them into town, along Front Street and up to the door of the former Weston home— that pathetically quaint old house with the mansard roof which papa had bought on mortgage so many years ago, and which he saw now through a sudden mist of tears. ‘To think she’d ever come back here! he murmured as they mounted the steps Then they were in the sober old living room, and Doris, still in her blue suit, her blond hair curling with an effect of reckless abandonment about her pretty face, was confronting the four of them ““My boy! Where is my boy?” wailed Mrs Webb But Doris made a gesture ward flutter of her hand. ‘‘He’s in bed He’s quite all right, really. I sent right after the minister had a brief up- asleep. for a doctor gone #4 ‘“The minister!’’ gasped all four in uni- son. ““Yes; you see, I wanted to marry him before he could change his mind. So I sent for the minister, and then we were married, and— well, you see, Phil was still a little bit unconscious, but the minister said it was really quite all right, and he hoped it would be legal. And Phil said he was so happy he didn’t care. And so the minister went away, and then the doctor came, and he said Phil would be all right in the morning.” “*So you married him while he was still unconscious?’’ weakly commented papa. But Doris only smiled into his misting eyes ‘And while we’re on the subject, papa,”’ she continued, “‘I’d just like to say that Phil and I are going to live very quietly from now on—for a while anyway. And so I sort of thought you might let us have this house, because it really ought to rent for almost nothing, it’s so old, you know. And if you don’t want the old sedan, we might take that, too, because it sort of goes with the place, and EC “But what about the new car?” cried mamma, seizing at random upon the most obvious fact in her daughter's heresy. “That ridiculous roadster?” cried Doris ““Youand papacan keepthat. I never want to see it again.’” Then suddenly the slender, gallant figure in the blue sport suit crum- pled down into a chair, covered her face with her hands and burst into unrestrained weeping. “‘Oh, mamma!” she sobbed. ‘I lost him! almost ~ They all Mamma and Mrs. Ww bb kne-t beside ner, one on either hand, and T. Roland Webb blew his ( rowded arour d her nose V ocite rously. “She almost lost him,” repeated Mr Webb, vaguely and emotionally, to papa ““Now you look it here!”’ said papa, no less emotionally. ‘‘ Doris never lost any- thing she really set out to get—never!”

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“‘T think,” he said slowly, ‘that we have reasonable grounds for hoping that we may eliminate premeditation, I will see the girl in the morning.” “And try—try to find some way out! | feel—I know she did not do it.” ‘Perhaps, said Caleb, “you have con- sidered what that implies.”’ “It implies that she will be freed from this awful situation.”’ ‘*More than that. It implies that some other person killed Emery Battle, and that he planned the murder with evil adroitness, so that suspicion would fall upon Carol alone. There may be men in Luxor who could kill a man who had wronged them, or to gain some essential purpose, but one does not like to think of one who would also settle deliberately his crime upon an innocent girl. Some acts, Miss Rooney, are so wicked as to be beyond human be- lief. Can you believe in the existence of such a man?” She hesitated. sary?” ** Absolutely.” “Then,” she said, ‘there is such a man.’ “Or woman?” She shook her head. ‘‘ No sane woman.” “There is no other woman with a mo- tive,”’ said Caleb. ‘‘This Nellie Kaiser, to whom Emery Battle was intending to will his property—if the killing had happened after the will was signed—is only a child. The only effect of this thing upon her was to deprive her of something that surely would have been hers if another day had ‘Is that conclusion neces- passed.”’ ‘**But,”” interjected Marty Rooney, “‘are we sure she had no relative who believed the will was signed?’ as “Or that this person knew of the existence of this new will? [If she was, indeed, Battie’s daughter, unacknowledged by him, wear- ing that taint, living in poverty, might not that alone be sufficient motive? And might such a relative—a sister of her mother’s, say—not hate the girl who occupied the place she felt should be Nellie’s?”’ Sut the opportunity! Show me who was given the opportunity.”’ His face was very weary now, heavy with that melan- choly which habitually lay upon it. “In order to free one person from the accusa- tion of an evil thing, must we prove another to have committed a worse crime? : Sometimes | think man was created on impulse. He never could have been planned the way he is.’ Marty Rooney got to his feet. ‘Spare he said. “I will be respon- no expense, sible Caleb eyed him gravely for a moment. “Which,” he said cryptically, “‘proves what I just said Good night. Good night, Miss Rooney.” When they were outside, Seena turned her face upward to her uncle. ‘‘ Now what did he mean by that?”’ she said. *’ Marty said with a whimsical smile, “that any good could come from so evil a man as I.” “Why, why does he dislike you so much? Why is he always fighting you? What is the reason for it all?” He has to fight somebody,”’ Marty said. ‘It’s his nature. I just happen to be the victim ‘He was astonished, mz N THE morning Caleb Hope was ad- mitted to the house that had been Emery Battle’s, and found the girl, Carol Deane, sitting in the parlor, hands folded in lap, strangely quiet and cool and re- signed. There was no trace now of the terror Seena Rooney had spoken of; only a dreadful stillness and unnatural calm. She nodded as he entered, but did not rise. ‘Miss Deane,” he said, ‘1 was told you wished me to act for you.” “'T won't be much good,” she said in a “Il guess I can look for the dead voice worst.” THE SATURDAY EVENING POST PREMEDITATED (Continued from Page 17) He studied her. She was tall and well made, slender but robust—a girl accus- tomed to work and able to work. She was strong—one could tell that at a glance capable of wielding such a weapon as had brought the end of all things to her step- father. And she was pretty—would have been pretty but for that grayness of cheek, for the set lips and despairing eyes. Caleb spoke gently. “‘If I am to do my best for you, you must tell me the truth.” **T’ll tell the truth,” she said. He nodded and then asked directly, “‘Did you kill Emery Battle?” “No.” “Did you know he had altered his will ” a” “No. “When he came home from Lawyer Barton’s, he didn’t tell you?”’ “eo. ‘““Why did he change it at this time? “T don’t know.” “Had there been any trouble between you, any quarrel or disagreement which might have brought it about?”’ ‘‘No more’n usual. He hated me and I hated him.” “Then why should he have left you his money at all?” “He promised ma.”’ “But was he a man to keep such a promise?”’ “He was scairt.”’ “Of what?” “Ma.” “But your mother is dead.” “That’s why he was scairt. He was afraid of what she'd do if he didn’t keep his word. When she was dyin’ she threat- ened him.” : ““He was superstitious?’ “He was afraid of ma.’”’ Upon that point no more was to be had from her; but Caleb visualized life in that house—the life of this man who hated his stepdaughter and devised means to make her life a torment, and the life of this girl who hated her tor- mentor. And he visualized the presence of fear. It is not to be wondered that he drew his shoulders together as if there had been a chill draft. “When—at what hour—was Emery killed?”’ “T don’t know.” ““Won’t you tell me all about it—just as it happened, omitting nothing?” ‘I finished the supper dishes—that would be about half-past seven, maybe and he went out. And I went out. I al- ways go out in the evening so as to be out of this house.” “Where did you go?’ “Where I always go—upthere on the hill in the woods. And I set there thinkin’ and wishin’ like I always do, and lookin’ down on the town and the lights and houses where folks lived happy. It’s still up there, and kind of nice. ‘There’s a place | go to where | can set and watch.” “Did anybody see you go?” “No.” “Nor come back “No. I jest go out the back door and cross the lane. Nobody can see. The woods start right there.” He nodded. ‘‘ How long were you gone?” “The clock struck ten, and I come back again.” “And it was dark?” “*Exceptin’ for the moon.” “And then?” “I come up the back steps and into the kitchen, and there I see the ‘ronin’ board and a dress on it. It give me a start.” “Why?” “Because it hadn’t any business to be there. Who'd iron a dress of mine but me?” “You didn’t bring out the board and start to iron before you went out?”’ “No. And there was a light in that room of his that he uses for an office, so I knew he was there, but I couldn’t see what he wanted to be ironin’ a dress of mine for. It didn’t seem natural.” ” 9” “No,” said Caleb, “it wouldn’t seem natural. And then?” “Then I looked in, and there he was.’ *“* As he was found later?” ae “‘And what did you do?” “T don’t remember clear. I was scairt. I don’t remember clear until next day.” “You didn’t give the alarm—didn’t call for help?” “It kind of looked,’’ she said with that desperate calm, “‘as if there couldn’t ever be any help for anybody.” “And that’s all?” “That's all.” “You didn’t see anybody or hear any- body?” “It Was quiet,”’ she said, ‘‘as death.” “And this—all of it—you are sure is the truth?” ““What good would it be to lie? No- body’ll believe even the truth.” But Caleb felt he had been hearing the truth. Monstrous as it was, impossible as it was, he felt that the girl’s story was one of fact. “Who,” he asked, “knew you always went up on the hillside after supper?” “TI don’t know. Maybe nobody.” He reflected a moment. “I want you to think, to remember. Before I come to see you again, I want you to write down the name of every person who has been to this house for a month—for any reason—to a meal, on business, to visit. Remember them all.” “Yes,” she said dully. He went into the kitchen, where he spoke to the deputy, who lounged on the back stoop. ‘Everything as it was found, Jim?” he asked. “Everythin’ but him,” said the officer. “Keep your eye on me to see I don't move anything,” said Caleb. ““What d’ye expect to find?” “‘T’m looking,” said Caleb, “‘for corrobo- ration.” “‘Hain’t none here. Don’t believe they kept none in the house.” “T’ll look around anyhow,” Caleb said lugubriously; ‘“‘you never can tell where you'll find it.” “You can tell easy in this house. Emery, he never spent a cent on falderals.”’ It did seem so. In that plain kitchen was nothing which, to Caleb’s keen eye, seemed helpful. The ironing board, with the half finished dress upon it, was still in place; in Emery’s office there was nothing, if one excepts a stain on the cheap carpet. “I presume,” said Caleb, “‘there’s lots of evidence here—if one understood such esoteric matters as finger prints and bits of raveling, or even cigarette ashes. But to me there is nothing.” “Be you goin’ to defend her?” “Te “I cal’late for once you bit off more’n you kin chew.” “Then,” said Caleb, “you hold the opinion of the majority?” “I hold the opinion of everybody,” said Jim. “Fortunately,” said Caleb, “guilt or innocence is not determined by popular majorities.” He left the house and walked leisurely up the street, pausing now and then to speak solemnly to some acquaintance; he was abstracted, downcast, if one might judge by his expression—which one could not—-weary. His long, thin, stooping body proceeded slowly until it came to the bank building, and here he turned in to mount the stairs to the second floor, where he rapped upon Lawyer Barton’s door. “Come in,” said the attorney’s voice. “Oh, it’s you, Hope. Come in. Have a chair. Have a cigar.” “Thank you. Won’t smoke. There’s too much smoke now. I can’t see through it. . . . I’mdefending Carol Deane,”’ he said with unaccustomed abruptness. “Poor girl!” said Mr. Barton. ’ December 4, 1926 ** As you realize, you will be an important witness for the prosecution.” “Unfortunately.” “Would you mind telling me what you know about it?”’ “‘Not in the least. I’ve been Battle’s lawyer for years. Not that he had a sight of business, but when he had. He came in here the afternoon before he.was killed and sat right where you are sitting. In a rage, he seemed. For a while he just panted and scowled, and then he said he wanted me to draft a new will for him.” “‘Give any reasons for the change of beneficiaries?” “He just swore—at the girl and about the girl. I got his ideas and told him to come back with two witnesses the next day. But the next day never came for Emery.” “‘Ts that all you can tell me?” *“ Every word. Battle was close-mouthed when he wanted to be. But something had angered him—something the girl had done, figured it.” “But not what?” “Not what,” said Lawyer Barton. “Well, much obliged. I guess I know as much about it now as anybody. I’ve seen all the evidence there is.”’ “She’s young and she’s pretty,” said Barton encouragingly. “‘You may get a verdict of manslaughter.” “I’m afraid,” said Caleb, “that wouldn’t suit. A girl who must spend her twenty best years in prison isn’t planning much on the few years she'd have left over when she gets out. No, I don’t think I shall show samples of manslaughter. I couldn’t make a sale.” He returned to his office, to which pres- ently came Seena Rooney, impatiently seeking news of progress. ““What have you done?” she demanded in that imperious way of hers. “‘Rome,” he answered, “‘is currently re- ported not to have been built in twenty- four hours.” ““No,”’ she said, ‘“‘but they must have begun to dig a cellar.”’ “I’ve seen the girl, I’ve seen the place, I’ve talked with the witness.” “And?” “The world is full of imperfections,”’ he said somewhat irrelevantly. ‘‘ Imperfec- tions are the natural order. When you meet perfection—suspect it.” “Very nice and sententious, but what does it mean, if anything?”’ “It is corroboration.” “Of what?” “An impression; an impression founded, doubtless, upon sympathy, but by no means upon evidence.” Her quick mind leaped to a conclusion. “‘Then you believe she is innocent?” “‘Absurdly enough, I do.”’ “Then you'll get her off?” “Provided I can establish a too perfect perfection. Um-— if you were going to iron a dress—one with ruffles and doo-dads which, naturally, you would never do how would you go about it?”’ ‘““Why should I press a dress?” “A telling question. Why, indeed, should you? But I seem to remember my mother—who both could and did under- stand the technic of a flatiron—and of many other things which the modern young woman, exemplified by yourself, has not mastered.”’ “*What has ironing to do with it “A great deal, perhaps. Would you iron a fussy dress by slapping it down on top of the ironing board, or would you put the skirt over the board so the iron would press but one thickness at once?” “Of course, that’s how anybody would do it.””. She eyed him speculatively. ‘‘ You noticed and remembered a little thing like that?” “They don’t give master’s degrees for real education,” he said. “‘It is the inci- dental—I may say the inconsequential (Continued on Page 99) 9” a ee —e fe gee

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“ee oR tee a Er * ee THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Directed by and Starring Ce nf ETICA von Stroheim T=. ‘Romance and -Adventure Humor and ‘Pathos—in the Story of a Boy, a ‘Regi lore Roosevelt’s rarin’, tearin’ Rough R ! " f the screen. With Noah B Ma Astor, ( A Gi mp sé THE GREATEST WORD He Future IN ENTERTAINMENT Kae sky and dungeons reach tl bow of the earth in tl drama of an Pictured with ‘ i ‘ t photographic effects that it An UPA Production Directed by Fritz I BOVE are three of ny big P PARAMOUNT GUIDE TO THE BEST MOTION PICTURES Check the ones you have seen, make a date for the others, and ' don’t miss any! Your Theatre Manager will tell you when. Wher a Pirat TITLE PLAYERS DIRECTOR DATE i IS a Lead j FINE MANNERS Starring GLORIA SWANSON. Eugene O’Brien Richard Rosson eo ee : a is the leading man ee a _ SPIRITFI THE SHOW-OFF With Ford Sterling, Lois Wilson, Louise Brooks Malcolm St. Clair A ‘i sand George Kelly. a 7 Sinclair Lewis’ MANTRAP _ Clara Bow, Ernest Torrence and Percy Marmont Victor Fleming THE CAMPUS FLIRT _ __ Starring BEBE DANIELS a" Clarence Badger TIN GODS Starring THOMAS MEIGHAN With Aileen Allan Dwan De oe Pringle and Renee Adoree VEG NELL GWYN Starring DOROTHY GISH a Herbert Wilcox VARIETY ___With Emil Jannings and Lya de Putti E. A. Dupont i DIPLOMACY With Blanche Sweet, Neil Hamilton, Arlette Marshall! Neilan ; . =: __ Marchal, Matt Moore and all-star cast , FRANK LLOYD PRODUCTION { YOU NEVER KNOW WOMEN Starring FLORENCE VIDOR With Lowell William Wellman —_— ’ . : ¢ _____———sSherman and Clive Brook : Sazarac” by Char I } HOLD THAT LION ee ae cas Starring DOUGLAS MacLEAN : William Beaudine Zane Grey’s With Jack Holt, Raymond Hatton, Arlette Marchal John Waters FORLORN RIVER _and Edmund Burns ie Florenz Ziegfeld’s Starring EDDIE CANTOR. With Clara Bow, Frank Tuttle KID BOOTS - = Billie Dove and Lawrence Gray - THE GREAT GATSBY With Warner Baxter, Lois Wilson, Neil Hamilton, Herbert Brenon z William Powell and Georgia Hale YOU'D BE SURPRISED _ Starring RAYMOND GRIFFITH Arthur Rosson SoO’S YOUR OLD MAN Starring W. C. FIELDS. With Alice Joyce and Gregory La Cava . . ___——sCCharles Rogers — ‘Be ) j THE CANADIAN * : Starring THOMAS MEIGHAN William Beaudine THE QUARTERBACK PEEPS Starring RICHARD DIX. With Esther Ralston Fred Newmeyer 1 Hi THE ACE OF CADS Starring ADOLPHE MENJOU. With Alice Joyce Luther Reed aie _____and Norman Trevor eh a EVERYBODY'S ACTING With BETTY BRONSON, Ford Sterling, Louise Marshall Neilan H Dresser, Lawrence Gray, Henry Walthall and | Raymond Hitchcock FAMOUS PLAYERS ~LASKY CORP., ADOLPH ZUKOR,PRES., NEW YORK

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(Continued from Page 94 noted and remembered, which makes the usefully erudite citizen.” “All of which means?” “A slight flaw in perfection. But by no means a fatal flaw. A beautiful woman with a microscopic mole on her cheek may not be flawless, but she may be more deadly.” She stamped her foot. ‘‘ Have you made any progress? Can you never answer a direct question directly?” “Seldom, if ever. To smooth the ice, to pour perfume upon the violet, is not, as Mr. Shakspere says, wasteful and ridicu- lous excess. Anybody can answer cate- gorically, but I prefer variety. Time cannot age nor custom stale the infinite variety of my answers.” “* After all,” she said coldly, “my uncle is paying you to do this work.” “The leopard cannot change his spots, but he can dye a few of them white. It is, as I hinted in the preface, too perfect No criminal, with malice aforethought against his own peace or dignity, could so skillfully arrange a crime as to bring inevi- table conviction upon himself. It is this that affords corroboration of a nonintellec- tual impression of innocence.” “You mean?” “‘T mean that all that surrounds the ki ing of Emery Battle proves so conclusive the guilt of Carol Deane that no man can ever prove her innocence.” ““You are hopeless!”’ “It is a disease from which I seldom suffer. I hope on.” “Then?” “Why,” said Caleb, “the corollary is clear. If we cannot by any means prove Carol to be innocent, we must, by all means, prove somebody else to be guilty—some body, I should say, with a perfect alibi Some man who can prove he was not there. Some man who harbored a motive unknown to anybody else. When I find the one man in Luxor who could not possibly have com- mitted this murder, then I shall know whom to suspect.” “That sounds like nonsense.” ‘It sounds so much like nonsense,”’ said Caleb, “that it undoubtedly is nonsense But if itis, then Carol Deane killed her step- father. Either the impossible is a fact or the fat is in the fire. And now, if you will remove your presence, which is irritatingly distracting, I will think. It is a novel pastime for a member of the human race, but I am eccentric enough to enjoy 7 “Of all things!” said Seena, flushing with resentment at such a dismissal. But she did not move. This tall, stooping, melancholy young man fascinated her with his conversation, even when it offended her; but more—he fascinated her by his mental processes, which she could not fol- low, though she perceived dimly the trail of them through a sort of twilight of logic. ‘What are you going to think about?” “The guilty man,”’ said Caleb. ‘You know who he is?” “‘T know who he has got to be. But he probably isn’t. And please don’t come back again. If there is any need, I'll communicate with your uncle.” This time, instead of taking offense, there was a queer smile in her eyes. ‘I hate a coward,”’ she said, and he lifted his face to peer at her in some surprise. ‘‘ You “‘a pretty picture of the terrified misogynist. But really, you're in no danger. Anybody can have my share of you, Mr. Hope. Were you, perhaps, vain enough to suppose I might be in pursuit?” “The late King Solomon,”’ said Caleb in his most lugubrious tone, ‘“‘was reputed to be a wiser man than I. Mind, I do not ad- mit it, but such is his reputation.”’ ‘““What of it?”’ “He admits that four things had him gasping and clinging to the ropes, to wit: The way of a fish in the sea, the way of an eagle in the air, the way of a serpent on a rock and the way of a man with a maid. You will note that the way of a maid with a man was no puzzle at all. He had solved ll- ly

are,’ she said,

THE SATURDAY it. Women were a fresh-washed window pane to him But men-—they were the cryptic creatures.” “Ves.” “Which was a confessior seir fully translated and annotated, it means that Solomon understood almost every thing except why it was that, invariably he made a fool of himself when there was a pretty lady jn the offing. I'm taking a leaf out of his primer. I do not fear you I fear me. And I have quite other plans for myself, and so—good morning.” “I wish I did want you,”’ she said pertly *“‘just to upset those plans. But there isn't a place in the house where I could put you You're not in the period with the rest of the furniture. . . And I shall come as often as I like.” So saying, she got to her feet a out of the door, and Caleb gazed after her ruefully. i went

mi “A MAN'S bookkeeping may be very sig- nificant,”’ said Caleb Hope to Jinks Baker. The remark was made in Jinks’ cigar store as the young lawyer sprawled discon- solately over the show case. “‘Mine is,’’ agreed Jinks. “I got two spindles. On one of ’em I stick bills and on one I stick receipts. Come the thirty- first of December and I pay off all my bills That method of bookkeepin’ signifies that what I got left is mine.” “Tf,” said Caleb, ‘‘a meticulous book- keeper Fr “A what kind?” interrupted Jinks. ** Meticulous.” “Nobody kin accuse me of it,” said Jinks with self-conscious rectitude. ‘Go on.” “If this bookkeeper were, over a period of twenty years, to account in detail for every penny, and then some six years ago sums of money were to appear and be de- posited anonymously, as you might say, what would be your opinion?” “*That he was tired of meticulosity.”’ “Possibly, but not probably. Let us take a hypothetical case * “Go jest as far ’s you like,”’ said Jinks, “though a little dice-shakin’ ’s the worst thing I ever tolerate in the store.” : of a man,”’ continued Caleb, ig- noring the interruption, “‘who, six years ago, deposited a hundred dollars on the fifteenth of the month, and who continued so to deposit on the fifteenth of every month for upwards of a year. Then, still clinging to the tradition of the fifteenth, he deposits a hundred and twenty-five dollars, and then a hundred and fifty until, for the past nine months, the sum has risen to two hundred and twenty-five dollars. Would that series of events sug- gest anything to you?”’ “That he got a raise in pay,”’ said Jinks. But still being hypothetical, let us sup- pose this man set down the details of every other penny that came to him, but that no mention whatever is to be found in his books of these sums regularly paid on the fifteenth—what then?” *I’d say he had a reason.” ““My trust in you was well founded said Caleb. “‘I expected no less. . . . But there is one more event to note. Sup- posing the same hypothetical individual was killed vi et arn on the fifteenth of the current month.” “I'd be flabbergasted,”’ said Jinks “‘And so,”’ said Caleb, ‘tam I, There confronts us the peril of a too enthusiastic deduction — namely, some manner connected with these I creasing payments. It might be a fact; we may hope it is a fact; we may even that death was in guess at the reason for the payments and for the neglect of them in the records—but would we be safe in assuming it all to be fact?”’ ““Wa-al,”’ said Jinks, “‘yes—and no.” “Exactly my position,’ said Caleb. “You perceive that I am using you as a mental scratching post, and God bless the Duke of Argyll We revert to the killing. Our imaginary man was killed for a reason.”

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ed, revenge, That covers most of them, but one is left and that is necessity. Now mind, Jinks necessity’ is a queer word. Have you noticed it?”’ , ‘“*T never got to laugh at it much,”’ Jinks Pe Mostly necessity crowds me unpleasant when it comes along.” ‘Necess ty,” said Caleb, “depends a lot on whose dog gets kicked, if you follow me. It is an individual matter. There may be a hundred methods of doing a thing, but if Il can see but one, then that one is neces- admitted sary-—am I right?’ 1 wouldn't dispute it.”’ ‘Now if the man you have in mind as the author of the homicide did not come up to the spec.fications for a crime pas ionel, and could get no money or advantage of a cash sort by his act, and was the sort to take a stealthy and subterranean rather violent revenge, what would you deduce?”

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‘That it must be fear or necessity Them two is left.” “And we might go farther and say he did it because it was necessary to remove his fear. Or we might eliminate fear and say it was necessary, to his way of think- ing, to abate an intolerable condition of airs.” “You might,” said Jinks, strainin’ a hair.” “Which bri said Caleb without the possibility, not to say the “without igs us,” elation, “to probability, of blackmail.” ““Gosh!" said Jinks, who had followed this excursion into pure reason with some- what laggard steps but a profound admira- tion. ‘You mean Emery Battle was killed because he was blackmailin’ somebody? But he couldn't blackmail Carol Deane. She didn’t have nothin’ to be blackmailed out of.” ‘That,”’ said Caleb, ‘‘is just the point.” Iv NV R. BRIGGS, justice of the peace, per- 4 formed in Luxor those functions which fall to the grand jury in other locali- ties. It was his duty to preside at a hear- ing and to determine if sufficient evidence was presented against the accused to war- rant an indictment. Mr. Briggs was suffi- cient unto the occasion. He sat behind his table, his hand resting upon that most profound legal treatise—Tiffany’s Jus- tices’ Guide-—-and faced his court room as one who confronts an enemy over a sure fortification The brief but telling evidence of the state was in against Carol Deane. Of di- rect testimony there was none; of indirect, a sufficiency. Caleb Hope arose at the end, a melancholy figure with an expression of hopelessness Your Honor,” he said, “it will, per save time if 1 make a statement, before you the nature of the evi- l propose to adduce in favor of Miss

Go right ahead,” said the justice ‘*Miss Deane will tell her story. She w deny that there was any quarrel between herself and her uncle preceding the killing, or that he informed her of the proposed change in the will. She will tell you where she was when the crime was committed, but her testimony upon that point is un- And she will tell you how to supported | confirm that “She and other experts w woman would press a dress in the way that dress on the ironing board was being done. In other words, we will demonstrate that no woman who knew her business would go about it to ruin her best gown.’ **What do we git from that?” “That the board was set up, the dress placed clumsily upon it and the ironing started by a man.”’ He passed rapidly on. ‘“*Next I will produce a list of persons who have called at the house of Emery Battle Continued on Page 101

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Continued from Page 99 past six months peddlers, the butcher and the milkman, I n the Excluding casua will show that each of these came, not so ally, but to pay money — with one excep

tion. There are fourteen such persons. | will prove that each came to pay, but | cannot prove that of the fourteenth. I as sume it. Emery Battle was not sociable ‘I don’t see nothin’ to th sald the istice ‘Then I| will produce emery Battle 1 w s income and ot carefully accounted for — wi exception This payment, increasing in size,

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fifteenth of every montl ist “What of it aad i upplies the 7 hope to convince you tnat Battle wa killed to put ar motive,” said Caleb end to the necessity for other making such words, Your Honor, blackmail.” “Gosh!” exclaimed the justice, and his manner for the moment was not judicial. ‘It is impo the innocence of my off ) r oward tal y ) of Ss motnertosnie the reputa tion of amanwt feared the} nting ¢ f the nye oO rr Barton pushed himse tor feet, stood wit} wying jaw and w ering knees He truggled to spea but o i mouthing ind a Mumbiing were 1d Die ind then slowly, he crumpled, sagged into a quiver- ng, terrined heay i pdbering, moaning, } »bbing heap, unsightly inmanly, shame- b, and

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words.”’ Caleb turned, his face not stern now, not harsh and accusing, but very weary. Be side the softly sobbing Carol Deane at Seena Rooney, holding the girl gently Caleb walked to her side It’s all right,”’ he said; all right. You can go home Marty stepped impulsive hand extended ‘““‘my congratulations But did you dig up that evidence ladder and about the Kaiser girl? hook his head in that tired, un happy way of his and expelled a breath that was not of relief, but was rather ar expression of that feeling of heaviness which everything is forward with Hope where now Rooney * he said, about tne Caleb sat upon him—of regret that such exposures as that of today must fall within his duty ‘| had no evidence Mr Rooney,” he said slowly a ist reasoned it out that these things must be so, but they were not proof I had to pretend usceptible ol more than I knew to force a confession.” He turned pressed admiratior hand gently more kindly and understand ng thar ne from the man ex but Seena touched | away and her eve were gentle too had ever known them to be lhank you,”’ she said And he carried away from that little court room, and kept th him for long the memory of her voice HAPPY PILGRIMAGE Continued from Page 5

good to u She had no more duties to per iorm, no prayers to pr Io ve thing wa ettled except that stitch in her de, wt ! would pass presently \ few of our wor diy minded peopi whose religious creed has become little more than a theory of anonymous natural force quietly, and Miss Winnie had the iperlative distinction of being attended ame In by them toward the end. My notior that came to listen in case she thing revealing to tell at the ery last, oO! maybe they expected to discover some pathological explanation of her fait! his s the reason I want no damnably rational hour. I may have a dim vision of immortal things my people about me in my fir

sell I might recognize some dear familia lace In the great oud of witnesses whict attends us, for we know. And if I hay} pened to bet the confidence of these

whispered word in my weakness, these wise one would certaini ymntend that su isions frequently attend the dissolutior of mortal faculties | have heard them do that—a sort of intellectual blasphemy the commit against the veracity of the dying But these rationalists got no such sat faction out of Miss Winnie. The quality of her mind was not «

J with astonishing wit to ner spi lal lacul he put herself through. making no mor than the motion of her har \ } clasped another hand not seen. | supposs she had been lifted up for so many year that she experienced no il eXaitat at this time Now lam pecu larly ser to Lhe

gestior ol great musi the eloquence oO uurage or noble event e deat! i | ( neve witne ed the pa r ever 1 hun est man o won I wit l expe encing a sort of spiritual tremor o ) hment. M ilp prickle I beheld miracle, not terrifying but sublin Mo tains rise before m not of t! earl their top touching the st mme iral puce spread betweer ! 1 be bland light of age » come On this mar woma set ee at last Irom oO t i rows of time I the efest mome | seem to know that w we e «ae ered from | ieatl time nat yu in tances, whether for good ‘ ire tra them is to be unged, as the B , the twinkling nm eve And j I tion doe put ' ncorruptio ecaust there no more te l ] w! tainting time iy r You i oO ( ou thougnt not I tne Delight him with Something Unusual

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would be taking leave of themselves in the Then the vision faded and I would the mortal friend if the dead, weary with the night’s watch- ng, with all my tomorrows of time between me and that bright knowledge I held for a moment Still, some courage I have had in living; the best thoughts I have ever copied for others to live bear some faint relation to hese stolen inspirations. I get a hunch ibout what we really are by reading the faces the dead leave behind them, whether we think they die in the Lord or not. How- ever meanly marked they are by the ex- periences they pass through, they take a quietness and dignity. Always they seem to me accusative, as if the good they tried to do did not turn out very well on account of the diminishing eyes we kept upon their efforts, as if the evil they knew had been done to them had come upon them from without. And now they show a strange innocence in death of the men they were in life. ‘ 1 iesn as Il had been before look of THE SATURDAY daily papers. This stuff is sufficiently im- portant to be syndicated. How was it that they never employed Boswells to record the little lives people like Miss Winnie lived so admirably without ever attaining any worldly success, but which were within the reach of the humblest to emulate whether they could twirl a baseball or not? She had made more home runs in one day probably than the swiftest man we ever had on the diamond. She had kept the Command- ments, which is something probably few captains of industry do. And she was never in need of going into training to practice her Beatitudes. A familiar, sweet old pride entered my breast, and I stepped with a longer stride. These boastful peo- ple who recorded how they succeeded in the world never set down how they had failed in other ways. The hired biogra- phers of sporting celebrities could not pos- sibly interpret the singing sweetness of such a character as Miss Winnie’s. I had EVENING POST and a thin tearful exclaim, “Don’t you think she looks natural?” I gasped and swept the room with a startled glance, having no suspicion until this moment that death was in there with us. On a narrow board beside the front window, and lifted up until the sunlight caught her and the wind ruffled its gar- ments, lay the body of Miss Winnie. was wearing her best dress, with a gray veil spread over her face, hands primly folded, eyes closed. I had seen that same staunch, wrinkled look of confirmed sweetness on her face many a time when she sat, leaning like a good little old pillar of the Word in church, fast asleep beneath this same gray veil. The sweat popped out on me. I felt the usual tremor with which the perception of all miracles must be accompanied. I per- ceived the grim dignity of poverty which even in death is not able to borrow the toilet of a fine white shroud. Still, I felt sob voice She December 4, 1926 was purchased with the money I receive for A Circuit Rider’s Wife when it ap peared in THE SATURDAY EVENING Post The pieces may not be valuably old yet, but they have a more honorable history than things you buy merely because they are old. Now, however, they appeared to me faded, worn-out, in need of the mending and the furbishing up that real antiques must have before you can be vain about them. I could not bear the stir and con- fusion involved in this business. I did not want to do anything, or even see things done. More particularly, I did not want to read, which has been my chief diversion for years. This was no doult on account of the black jealousy I felt toward other writers who could still rise upon the wings of their literary inspirations. I suf- fered from subconscious envy peculiar to If my favorite author split an in- finitive I observed it with some kind of mean satisfaction, although I have always despised the mere grammar— as I do cer- critics. doctrines of I challenge anyone to find the took of guilt in man’s face, even though he ‘had tragedy or an a dead been a felon. It is a indictment written in lofty sentences. He is shriven and proud at last and will have no more to do with us, is what it means, When the news came one morning that Miss Winnie had passed away I hurried ipstairs to a closet where I keep certain things in an old The men and women who die here are usu- ally old people who make the transit in the winter on ] being ionger able to endure that stitch in chest. account of no the side with which so many of them are afflicted in bad weather. There are no flow- in our fields and gardens then, and we are nearly a hundred miles from a florist. So I try to keep something imperishable and appropri- ate on hand for these emer- This time I had long green palm leaves, with af of what might be led undertaker’s wheat don them with a bow of two artificially preserved, avender ribbon rhis piece had really been provided for an excellent old man who unto death earlier in the winter, but contrary to all expectation had been sick had survived his illness. Now, however, when I opened the box ind considered these two glittering green palm leaves sticking up so far above that neh of bearded wheat, the thing looked too harshly impersonal, like the casually omplimentary epitaph the bier of friends cast upon a worthy citizen who will never vote again in this world. A tiny bouquet of innocent, the little sisters of ge 38, to the earth, would be more suitable for Miss Winnie, I felt, re- turning the box to the Then I thrust and pencil in my pocket and tarted over the | house where she days and dark the fabric of a good pring beauties, those earliest lowers that bloom, like xiness close chest notebook itothe months had passed since I had inything worthy of my had fallen the my mind, 1 I had been 1 able to write Some shadow upon and | into the flames Here at last, I re- as a chance to recover my alti- ritten word There in this country de- gh places in »bliged to cast much copy lor consmence Sake in the ¥ | magazines ted to the « xploiting of the life and deeds iccessful men. A baseball hero is almost himself enhanced with an ex- limentary biography in the vet Kt omy An Old Photograph of Mrs some practice at this business, and so on, and so forth. Being human, we cannot escape the dou- ble motive But it is not beyond the bounds of possibility that it may be both a worthy and profitable mo- tive for our best deeds. I was going to pay a call of condolence on Miss Winnie’s bereaved relatives, and at the same time obtain, by association with her memories, a few wing widths of inspira- tion I had lately lost as a writing inter- preter of the humbler classics in living. I went into the front room, where a group of neighbors sat becalmed, heads bowed, as we do here on such occasions. We come in, pay this tribute of silence and go our ways. I chose a seat just inside the door, with my own eyes reverently lowered. But I was aware of the bed in the corner where Miss Winnie had lain for so long. It was empty, puffed up, smoothed and covered with a white spread, the way she always kept her company bed. There were two very small dim smears of sunlight on the floor, cast through the thin curtain of the window. My mind caught at them as curiously appropriate to Miss Winnie. I was seeing the long bright trail of her footsteps through the years and over this last mountain top, mixing Scriptures, as usual, with my own fancy, you understand, when brushed past me into the room someone I heard a . Harris’ Study in the Valley the titter of some kind of hysterical humor rising in me. I could Miss Winnie swishing down the aisle of the church, wear- ing that air of pride and authority always had in the house of her Lord, and nowhere going to her own presently with one little frost-bitten flower in her hand. It was touching with that kind of pathos that brings on laughter. We never can hold our high note. Some- thing happens. The spotlight of comedy is always close to where we sit in a noble mood, inviting our angels, or, maybe, com- posing a keepsake sentence for immortal literature. Move an inch one way or the other and it gets us, sheds the light of a jest upon us, and we become ridiculous. As near as I can tell, this is what happened to me that day. The inspiration to write a God- taking memorial to Miss Winnie was gone. Over and over I had similar experiences that winter. I became the victim of my own grotesque wit, a sort of pallor spread over my mind, making it the mirror of realities. At last I gave up the idea of try- ing to write, and could find nothing else to do. When you have worked with one tool nearly thirty years it is not easy to take up another one and go ahead. I could not sub- stitute the needle for the pen. For the first time I grew tired of this cabin. I have tried to grow my own antiques like an hon- est woman. Most of the furniture I have see she else, funeral tain ones the theologians have derived from the Scrip- tures—and have always held firmly to my own right to split up any kind of verb if the whole of it was liable to bulge too much in the middle of asentence. What I mean is that it is much easier to be noble and gen- erous in your judgment of others when you are in full possession of your own pow- ers to achieve along the same line and feel that you may go them one better any time. This is the why the soldiers of the 60's never boasted of their deeds and courage in the Civil War until the young men of this generation went into the Great War and won victories Their legs are stiff. They could no longer march into battle and defeat theenemy. This accounts for the sus picious and critical attitude sO many old women have toward young and beauti- ful girls. They have no leg: worth revealing. They have grown old, homely and a bit stiff in their knees, and they have acquired by ex perience some meanly dis lusioning knowledge of the significance of the airs and prancings of young ones who are still innocent It also explains the con reason these of themselves. temptuous intolerance brilliant modern ma terialists show toward spiritually minded people. They have lost the endowment of their own spiritual faculties and subcon resent the larking spirit of imple wayfarers toward heavenly experi sciously these ences, when science proves there are no such experiences. They are outraged because such ignorance cheats their wisdom and es capes with the substance of things unseen But these are afterthoughts I sorry figure sitting before the log fire in this cabin that winter in the drizzle of my own mind. I wondered if this depression was due to the arrival of old age at last. For years I have dreaded the dull, tired, com plaining old person I expect to be, who will come in presently and take possession of me, skew up my hair on the back of my head and expose my high forehead literally smoking with wrinkles. She would lose in terest in everything but her rheumatism, and regard all I have accomplished here cut a with a critical eye. There are no words to tell how I have feared her dominion and puling helplessness. I had no rheumatic twinges, and still took a feminine interest in arranging my hair, and the habit I have always had of perking up my countenance when I passed a mirror, but | missed the dear vivacity of living retained Continued on Page 107

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Continued from Page 102 The idea of giving up the fight and set tling down into the good conscience and age to me There is no such thing as a good conscience f you are honest with yourself. It is the And | have al ways scorned the peace of saints. In my opinion it is an involuntary confession of spiritual laziness or a proclamation of self- ish satisfaction in a world filled with men and women not nearly so well off. Peace is for the dead and may be a very dull experi- ence, for all we know now. I will have none of it so long as living offers opportunities for enjoying normal human happiness. For fifty years I have been a trifle short on happiness. I always meant to finish up everything happy wards, as they do who have earned fortunes and retire from business and live comfort ably on their incomes. Now was the time to start on that adventure, but I was in no mood for it. A fearful light of reason had fallen upon me, f peace of old never occurred vanity of moral braggarts. and live ever after- depriving me of those powers of illusion so essential to happiness The aura of gospels, hymns and prayers, beneath which I had lived, faded out. It was like losing the bright canopy of the Word that had protected me for so many years from the dreadful shadows of realities. I am just telling how I felt, because no doubt a great many people have been tem porarily damned by the same kind of sen- ations. It is a sort of revolution which takes place where you really live on the in- de. If you survive it you do so by recon tructing your one-man civilization. | went on taking a few Scriptures as usual from They did me no good. I could see through them, if you are sufficiently villain- ous I mean. One night my eye fell upon this passage n the Gospel according to Matthew: “ For Hie maketh His sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust I had always inter- this as of a tender rovidence, which made no such distinction this period, merely force of uring nabit to know what preted one evidence i, as we do with His mercies. Now, in one of } those flashes of reason I mentioned a while 4 ayo, it came over me that what this Scrip- f t matter ire possibly means is that in the i of sunlight and rainfall no man is consid- ered, only the needs of the earth as a whole, and it is a fearful indictment of our dearest : doctrine of special providence. P I lay back in my chair astounded. Sup- \ pose other preachers besides Matthew had H ised the impersonal will of God in the same i personal way to wheedle us along, as we re- if, luce great truths to little tales to compli- ‘ ment and please children! Now, if you have written a bit of poor f opy you can revise it or burn it; if the I floods have washed away one crop you can ' plant another or go into bankruptcy for : your fertilizer bill, as the case demands; if ’ you have committed a transgression you if can repent and go ahead. I have had some ( practice along these lines and am reason- ably proficient, but it is another business iltogether to revise your sense of the Al- mighty and suspect that you are one of more doubtful insects of this that His concern was to create a planet with laws that simply predestined is along with the leaves of the grass. Imag- ne a Christian woman mulled in the Word for fifty years having such thoughts! I was 1 that much down on my luck as a child of God, from not having been taught that the the provi- lence; extraordinary endowment we have over a other creatures in the way of rational fa ulties and those spiritua aspirations whict do foretell eternal life, else we would not have them This is it-—our intolerable honor and distinction the power to thir the will to believe and achieve, alway ble of making that polite contribution t the glory of God by conquering ourselves and every other adverse condition In and cour- ageous in His own image and sentenced us short, He has made creative us to hard labor and to ove ssitudes of mind, flesh and sy » by way of proving our origin iment He has paid us, and does indicate a terrifi ally This is a vast comp spec al g it tomy own per providence; but reducin sonal dimensions I no longer felt equal to living up to so many opportunities of the divine will. Having reinterpreted tnat Matthew, crops here until I Scripture in I resolved not to plant able one was the droughts with an that is any more way or the ircumvent system For means, and it othe to control floods and ¢ irrigation what it precisely expensive The weather of the Lord may » good for the earth as a whole, but it can be very dis astrous to the individual who lays the scenes of a year’s hopes in fields of corn omitted from Nature’s budget of rainfall that season I was tired of ennobling adversities. I w: contending with so many ing sO Many good fight thrust win invariably next front. I longed to drop back far be- hind all the battle lines | in living Nothing can save any of us from the defeat of death. And I much of a saint as to wish to die with my Quite to the contrary, I old hay ing us spiritual boots on to avoid ending Iiik the Lord, practiced the gentle art of wished e a poor ruffian of r without eve human happi ness, when so many scenes are laid in Na ture for innocent plea ure I wanted to putar a fine garment and go about wear ng on my finger, ome, relieved lamass the ave of my responsibilities parsely set tled with virtues as pers At that, upon which to spend a vivacious Only | rage respec table on they make stony ground old ape. a fool to teousness 1S can imagine himself righteous satistied Beside mere not satisfying. It is like the bones in your body enougl he nougn righ necessary, but not good-looking. I have been acquainted with too many bony -spirited saints not to know better than to make such a self. We winged levity, for a really lovable character. And I no longer felt lovable—a diminishing sensation many outrageously upright peo- riority Iwa 1 of static made a more pectacle of my- require some other grace, some ple endure with an air afflicted with that |} hy poe risy, but I have alway S militant effort ) ances as a good Christian woman. But mere deceitful. I have, for ex a lively temper, which I never show Father lercely hon of supe never or less to keep up appear- appearances are ample, in publie, because only my heavenly who seeth in secret knows how f my temper is far away from where I h reputation, and where I might behave more veraciously without attracting attentior my V rstand, but I was for easing my loosens up a tight garment at the end of a 7 rable he t ‘ g orable I began to long to go neved all my I was not actually tired of irtues, you unde up on a few of harsher principles, as one reome ail the vi- THE SATURDAY EVENING POST a uu Ww The mode I e use ‘ lespise it as the n W ton n eve y ul a ire whethe du can a ‘ ‘ it becoming me ‘ ‘ But | have always entertained the ‘ that it $s reasonal sale lor men ar wome We ind Who Nave acquired a taste I ece! to trust themsel ve without r ) frant i to the Lor {0 trengt to ¢ able them to behave } ‘ Wha the use Of pract ng cnas emperance and lait! i ou remain to the ist the poo creature of you no ows iture, wit! no faith ata urself? I was for giving myself afew a pite of t} it Scripture wi! ! i Oo take nee when you stand lest you { e mar other t ha een n nterpreted ind ea eler to those o«¢ i y W fie yu vau yurst ead egged PI et upon the too lofty pedestal of ght eou initie 1 is not pla ng to na ery nigt My ha nha wa Dee to remain on the leve ind mere ‘ jurage myself |} ntemy the hining heights of saints as the promise ind of m oul It Salt Whatever |} ippene 1, I was determined to keep m yu ‘ ise being accustomed to having one f oO many yea I could carcely be nm ell without tl kind of winged cor ousne But the way I lig- ired it out was that I was also in desperate need of spiritual rest. There no distin tion in feelir ke a valorous worm storm- ing the gat 1 pa ‘ I w n that tate ol woelul wea ( i i m mortal sou no wings, mere 1 wriggle There must be some pleasanter, easier use I could make of mine without offending it Just so I moped in my cabin during the whole of that winter, with the drenching rain lal ny outside, i! i tne I I W nds blowing the smoke down the chimne n- de. Asay ‘ works long and tediousl n secret to effect his escape. so I followed { the trails of thought copied here for the benefit tired dutiful men and wome enjo i heaithie iva tion if ed the ime cor IS1Or even il » into the next unt sit down and rest fe a fe i amor tranyge who do not know enough about them to da ver that the e not actir up to their usua ence in the me ( titude 0 I resolve to get awa m t alle change all n en ette worse and the a ( Are I ’ ' the world wit r n i ntent against it. 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PHILADELP MU wots th’ use? a ERE I was gettin’ in strong wit’ de boss, keepin’ his chair oiled, an’ now they puts in these Sikes chairs wot don’t need no oilin’.”’ One by one the Sikes Office Easy Chair has eliminated those discomforts so long ac- cepted that the office worker failed to realize how they cut down his efficiency. The latest improvement is the Sikes Self- lubricating revolving mechan- ism. The chair that complains or sticks or balks, when you turn it, is now obsolete. The Sikes Office Easy Chair will re- volve indefinitely smoothly, easily and noiselessly on the original lu- brication given it at the factory. For years big business has supplied its executives and clerical workers with Sikes Office Easy Chairs. Not because big business is big hearted, but big brained. A truly comfort able chair, which permits the body to rest and the mind to function, is one of the best imaginable promoters of office efficiency. And the Sikes Office Easy Chair, with its body-con- forming design, is that same truly comfortable chai: There is Si} i Sikes dealer near you. C7 kes— The Sikes Self-Oiling Revolving Mechanism \iter years of experiment vation of chairs e we discarded in favo } SIKES COMPANY CHAIRMAKERS FOR GO YEARS PHILADELPHIA THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 4, 1926 THE LIGHTHOUSE ON LONG ACRE SQUARE and a half, but he hadn’t been fired. There was always a row of idle bricklayers in the street, toeing the building line and ready to jump like sprinters at the crack of Mike’s knuckle, but there was no colored fellow down there to do Mile High’s work no, no three. Rob Roy paid him a hundred and up to a hundred and fifty a week. Before the war that was money. Builders stared ruin in the face when they had to pay a common laborer a dollar seventy-five. Mile High bought a Harlem brownstone front out of his first pay from Rob Roy, paying fifty dollars down. He used to circulate among {ob Roy’s jobs to see that the second mort- gages were properly secured, seeing that arches were dry-filled to the underflooring, that the white coat wasn’t slapped onto the brown in a condition to develop butterflies, that a smoke test of plumbing wasn’t set- tled with a box of cigars. He was Rob Roy’s outside man. Jake Wolf was the inside man, if you still have a moment. Jake Wolf was a real-estate lawyer. Some people think generously that a lawyer is a lawyer, and they would hire a bankruptcy man to do a job in admiralty, or a negligence man to form a corporation or handle a patent case. They might get service. And then again they might be retaining a man who doesn’t know any more of the matter than they do. They would be doing that very thing if they propounded any but a routine question in real-estate law to a good many New York lawyers. This is not a reproach. Years ago the big title companies practically cinched their monopoly of title examination, and a lawyer who can’t examine a title isn’t equipped for real estate. Jake came to New York friendless, drifted into the law de- partment of a large title company, spent ten years in rising to the post of reader, and was then pointed out in the com- pany with awe as a man who was getting thirty-two dollars a week. For part of his thirty-two dollars, Jake read the title to the Welworth Building, and O.K.’d a policy for twenty million dollars. When times were slack the harassed manager sent Jake outside to close, just to get him off the floor, fearing that some anxious stock- holder would see him loafing and write in. Jake closed a title in Rob Roy’s office one day, and was thenceforth done with the august title company and its August- September-and-October thirty-two a week. Rob Roy knew a good man, and offered him seventy-five a week to begin. But Jake didn’t believe in real estate as a source of wealth. He liked the stock market—that had the glamour of the un- known. He played it constantly; it fed him hope once in a while, and then stripped him right down to his job. Jake didn’t know whether he was having a good time or not. Sometimes he would draw a de- termined breath and begin an oath to swear off, with this phrase: ‘If I could once get square with the market He was a pleasant little man, always spending next week’s pay check, black-haired and blue- eyed, with deeply lined face and Roman nose Jake had his own room in the suite, but he was generally out with the bookkeeper and stenographer in the room where the builders and brokers sat around and fished to pass the time. Jake hadn't an awful lot to do. Rob Roy’s requirement of him was that he should do things right. He could catch a thorny real-estate question on the fly; he could dictate an interlocutory judg- ment right onto the typewriter, and crack with a contractor while the machine rattled. Not that he was careless or casual. He knew. There were mighty few questions in his province that he hadn’t considered again and again during his ten years in the title factory. And, too, many agreements that other people would want put in writ- ing, with drafts, interlineations, riders and seal of the notary, were several the Continued from Page 11 intrusted by Rob Roy to oral agreement. He wouldn't enter into a written contract with everybody, and an oral agreement doesn’t amount to a hoot if it tends to affect the title to realty. It’s void. Rob Roy bought that Fifth Avenue corner from Ed Linger, and there wasn’t a pen scratch except on the deed. He simply told Ed to come down on a certain day and get his seven hundred thousand if he hadn’t de- cided meanwhile to run out on his word, but sign a contract with him Rob Roy would not. Ed was known to be tricky. His employer’s idiosyncrasy lightened Jake’s work. He would have had a man’s size job to tie Ed Linger so that the fellow couldn’t wriggle. Rob Roy had the big front room with the four capacious Turkish rockers wherein the former state official used to sit and wait for the returns to come in from his ventures. There was a white-marble mantelpiece of the sort that an antique dealer, having an order from a millionaire anxious to hook up with tradition, buys for two dollars and a half over in some wrecking yard and sells for more. A coal fire burned in the grate underneath during the cold months; the building was as old as that. There were black-walnut bookcases under the windows looking down on Wall Street, and an antique Oriental rug on the painted floor. And yet the room did not look dingy and poverty- stricken, as rooms inexpertly fitted up with secondhand furniture generally do; it was cheerful, intimate, disarming. Two Turkish rockers faced each other before the fire, and Rob Roy’s big walnut roll-top was backed against the papered wall in a corner, suggesting to the visitor short on horse sense that business was a side issue here. Even a bright man would be lulled into relaxing by the absence of hustle and bustle. And, in fact, Rob Roy was never pressed for time, and built his deals in an atmosphere of amiable leisure. He did things right the first time. There was really not much detail to his business; he held at most times from fifteen to thirty million dollars’ worth of New York real estate, but the improved stuff was all in the hands of local agents— specialists. One firm handled his residential property, one his lofts, another his office buildings; they got their 2 or 3 per cent and left him to his thoughts. He could have taken the man- agement into his own office, and made a bedlam of the place, and been unable to do anything else. He had penetrated the fal- lacy of the codperative idea—that, instead of minding your own business, you can mind the other fellow’s, too, saving his profit and adding it to yours. At the time that he built the Lighthouse he was about forty-eight years old, broad shouldered and deep chested and yet spare of flesh; an abstemious man. He wore highly polished and square-toed shoes, with soles as thick as a policeman’s. He bought his hats for four dollars apiece from an old established firm on the Bowery, and whether they were felt or straw, they were high-crowned and squarish and heavy and hard, but his shoes came from a fashionable shop on Sixth Avenue at twenty-five dollars a pair. They certainly fitted him, but he would not stand for any time, nor walk slowly, without suddenly stamping his foot and having an apparently critical look at it—one of his few nervous gestures. He was a great walker, disliking conveyances of all kinds. One might meet him any- where in the city striding along, looking at the houses, stopping across the street from new jobs. He said that he examined prop- erty with his feet; they certainly found him some good and overlooked buys some sleepers. He had the long face, the long upper lip and the deep-set eyes of the Gael; such faces are sometimes melancholy and spir- itual, but much can be done for them by regular habits and long walks Rob Roy was a brisk and cheery man. His voice was dry and creaking, and rarely changed in tone or color. When he wished to be im- pressive, in promise or threat, he lowered his tone. Since disentangling himself from the happy-go-lucky National Realties, his success had been unbroken. Royal Mac- Gregor, multimillionaire and plain liver, confidant of a dozen bankers and friend of a hundred patrolmen and letter carriers, ac quisitive and spending, conventional and pioneering, refusing his signature and never breaking his word, a church member build- ing his home on the Bright White Way, builder and speculator, called by his friends what he was christened by a vituperative enemy— Rob Roy. And yet, thinking him over again, I do not know that I have quite captured the essential flavor of the man— there was cer- tainly something predatory in him, though restrained by virtue or policy. He was too fond of stratagems, ambushes and _ sur- prises; the grimness of his face in repose, and the heaviness of its lower half suggested that he would have made a notable free booter if his times had favored the simple plan. His friends must have detected thi capability, fusting in him unused, or they would not have found apt the name of an old-time robber chief and driver of other men’s black cattle. i o RENNOLDS introduced the Light- house episode. Sam was a practical builder; a long and red-headed man with the huge and durable hands of a journey man carpenter. Sam had had his card as a wood butcher for many years before becom ing a boss. At the moment when he walked into Rob Roy’s office with his business affairs occupying his head to the exclusion of all pleasant matters, he was wondering if Fortune was going to give h back hi tools. “Hello, Sam, how’s the rush? Jake Wolf. “Chief in?” polite question. “Looking for a job?” selieve me,”’ said Sam glumly, “I gx TT gnoring the inquired Sam, i one. Rob Roy opened his door, nodded curtly but amiably, and said ‘‘ Hello, Sam.” “Can I see you, walking up to him and shaking hands ‘What about, Sam?”’ “About that job of mine up on Long Acre Square.” ‘Is it necessary? Come in a moment.” Rob Roy turned on his heel and reéntered his room. “Sit down, Sam.” “The matter with me, boss,”’ said Sam, seating himself, ‘is that | don’t know when I'm well off.” Rob Roy did not comment on this by word or gesture. Sam had been one of his boss?”’ asked Sam, string of builders, had made a kil Rob Roy job, and had gone out for himself to make it all. ‘Going ahead up there, Sam?’ ‘“‘Not a wheel turning, and won't be, I’m hooked. You know the prop- It’s that forty-two-foot-corner on Ing ona boss. erty? Long Acre that used to belong to the Duce y I bought the lease on it, with ter ll to go estate. years st and “IT know the property Sam Too bad you didn’t speak to me before go ing inthere. I was all over it a year ago, and dropped it on account of the restriction ‘*As I recall the matter, the plot is forty- two feet on Long Acre and seventy-five feet deep on the side street. I appraised it at the time at nine hundred thousand dollars A very fine plot, if it could be used. At the time it was brought in here the property itself wasn’t for sale, but there was an old lease on it, with ten or twelve years to go, and that lease could be bought for twenty five thousand dollars. What did for the lease, Sam?”’ Let’s look at the atlas very well, you pay Continued on Page 111

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST America’s great red burden—the annual fire loss! How much does it cost every citizen to The Oldest Amencan Fire and strike the compensating balance —the inexorable germany law of economic life? ; The latest figures available placed the annual loss in property above $570,000,000 — more than 60% of it preventable. As a property owner, you feel the direct effect of this general carelessness. The rates on essential insurance protection are dependent upon fire loss. They are on the aver- age as low today as sound insurance practice, considering the national fire record, can permit. Property Owner or not, you place your share in the balance; in higher costs for fire protection and higher costs for every commodity produced — from raw material to finished product — under sound insurance protection. Take no chances with fire. Use your influence to make others more careful. Ask the North America Agent about practical Fire Prevention. Insurance Company of North America PHILADELPHIA and the Indemnity Ins. Co. of North America write practically every form of insurance except life a § ‘ho Witwnerd [ence

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 4, 1926 Up- STAIRS, DOWN-STAI over the house VERY room in your house—including garage—has a good use for 3-in-One to lubricate, clean, polish, prevent rust. That’s why so many people keep a can or bottle on each floor and a can in the car, where they will be instantly available when wanted. Everything with moving parts needs frequent, liberal applications of 3-in-One. Reduces friction; makes smoother, easier operation; lengthens the useful life; saves money. Use on sewing machines, vacuum clean- ers, phonographs, washing machine motors, tools, hinges, locks, bolts, window catches and pulleys, Ford Timers, and ajl auto starters, generators, horns, windshield wipers, springs and all places where squeaks develop. It’s surprising how this same oil compound cleans and polishes fine furniture, woodwork, floors, linoleum, oil- cloth and all auto paints and lacquers. Not only re- moves dirt and restores the finish but preserves, as well. For best results, use as directed in the Dictionary of Uses that is wrapped around every bottle. Then, too, 3-in-One will keep all unlacquered metal shining bright—free from rust and tarnish. Actually penetrates the pores of the metal, protecting from Tiaras Taset- O ILS - Cleans & Polishes moisture and even from moist salt air. Try on kitchen and bathroom faucets, shower fixtures, plain and orna- mental brass and iron, guns, pistols, and all the nickeled parts of autos. 3-in-One is a scientific compound of the finest, purest oils. That’s why it has so many varied uses and does them better than ordinary lubricating oil. There are many imitations but only one 3-in-One. Ask for it by name and look for the Big Red “One” on the label. Then you will have a universal oil for every possible need—up-stairs, down-stairs, all over the house. At grocery, drug, hardware, auto accessory, sporting goods and general stores in 3-oz. Handy Oil Cans and three sizes of bottles. The Handy Can is most con- venient; the 14-pint bottle is most economical. FRE Liberal Sample and Dictionary of Uses. Re- $ quest both ona postal oruse couponat right. 32 Years of Continuous Service FREE SAMPLE AND DICTIONARY Three-in-One Oil Company, 130LE. William St., New York, N. Y. Please send sample of 3-in-One and Dictionary of Uses to Name. Street Address R or =

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Continued from Page 108 ‘*A hundred thousand dollars. Oh, they Sam stirred angrily. “I bought the lease because my lawyer told me the restriction in it could be broken. And what does the sucker do now? He writes me a letter this morning telling me he still thinks the restriction is no good, only he saw me coming.” finds out the court disagrees with him— he’s been to court with Benny Zanders about t —and if I will send him five hundred dol- lars he will appeal. Can you imagine?” Jenny Zanders owns the plot now, sub- ject to the lease?”’ “Yeah. He bought it at the partition of the Ducey estate. | guess he picked it up figuring that I would throw up the lease Well, he has not got long to wait now. The restriction, written right in the lease, says the property shall be used for the erection of a dwelling house for one family only, and if that restriction can’t be broken the lease is worth nothing. You can’t even put ina store. Who's going to build a private house on Broadway, and who's going to live in it? When that lease was made, about fifty years ago, they were probably feeding the cows in Long Acre Square, but, boss, it ain’t no pasture now. That’s the argument my lawyer give me—that times are changed, and this and that. So I shoot my hundred thousand dollars on the lease, and jump in and tear down the old wooden house, and dig out, and figure I will run up offices and stores and clean up big in the next ten years. And now he tells me the court dis- agrees with him.” ‘““You would have had a gold mine if you broke that restriction, Sam,"’ said Rob Roy, walking slowly up and down. “And there was an outside chance to do it. Jake outside studied the lease at the time, and he thought there was a chance. I wouldn't blame your lawyer particularly. He prob- ably didn’t know that the Ducey estate had two other private houses right there— I suppose our friend Benny has them now so that they were in a position to claim damage. Those restrictions are always doubtful propositions, and nobody knows if they are good or not until the courts con- strue them. I wouldn’t say the gamble wasn’t worth a hundred thousand.” ‘You turned it down at twenty-five, boss, and that’s good enough,” said Sam. “Well, I didn’t know you were over the ground or I wouldn't bother you. I thought you might see an out for me.” Rob Roy stamped a shoe and contem plated it thoughtfully. He raised his bright and sunken eyes to his former follower. “Come in Monday afternoon, Sam, and I*\l advise you. But be prepared to be told to hand that lemon to Benny Zanders; he’s the only man it’s any use to.”’ ‘I'll lose twenty-five hundred a year the rest of my life,” growled Sam, “‘ before I will let him make a dime off me. Of course, there’s the taxes to pay too. Oh, what a come-on!”’ ‘“You’re mixing business and pleasure, Sam,” said Rob Roy, patting his shoulder. “Twenty-five hundred per annum is the ground rent? Come in Monday.” At three o'clock Rob Roy left his office and walked uptown, heel and toe from Wall Street to Long Acre Square above Forty- second, making the journey in little more than an hour. He went up Broadway, pass- ing Fourteenth Street where had been New York’s amusement district twenty years before, passing Madison Square whereir O. Henry warmed the benches while he besought ugly and venomous tramps for the precious jewels of stories that they bore in their heads, passing Greeley Square and Thirty-fourth Street, beyond which, it was confidently said ten years before, the bright lights could not go, passing Forty-second Street, which was the new northern dead line. Rob Roy had garnered several sizabl fortunes by keeping just ahead of the mar of the theaters and their numerous aux- iliaries up Broadway, and he was well ac- quainted with the current real-estate su- perstitions, disbelieving them cautiously. Hlis scientific doubts were strengthened

THE SATURDAY now by the sight of a theater crawling up ¢ out of the ground on the square above the putative dead line He came to Sam Rennolds’ job. This was now an unsightly hole in the ground, partly filled with the rubbish of a wrecked house, circumscribed by planks on barrels, and officially watched over by a tramp who chose rather to sleep in a toolghouse and be paid for it than to snooze fitfully in Bryant Park and have his broken soles fanned by a policeman’s locust. The site was commanding; a building thereon could have been seen from afar off, would have been seen from sidewalks crowded from gutter to building line by people mostly come to gape. He liked the site more than ever, raising his opinion of it another fifty thousand dollars. He returned to Forty-second Street, walked east to Park Avenue and ascended to the office of Benny Zanders. Benny Zanders, then one of New York's principal real-estate operators, did business in a four- room suite. In the large outer room behind the three glass-partitioned offices was a table eighteen feet long; on the table were the particulars of the properties Benny had to sell, each building being represented by a mimeographed slip giving rent roll, mort- gages, price and terms; twelve million dol- lars’ worth of property was lying on the table. Brokers pawed over the slips, tak- ing what of them they wished to offer to clients. Other brokers sat and waited to offer Benny good things; they knew he would give them a prompt yes or no—gen- erally no—and that he would not require time for prayer and meditation or to go home and talk to his wife before he spent a hundred thousand dollars. In the New York real-estate market, where a bargain is a lump of fat pork among sharks, Benny snapped fastest of all, and the brokers liked that. Nor did he seek to make his fortune on each buy; he would pay half a million for a house, mark it up ten thousand dollars, and throw it onto the table. Benny’s door opened promptly and he appeared, pushing an importunate broker before him. ‘‘Go out, young man,”’ he said

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shh ak OW ar i irre ‘ ’ ‘ \ r t i you the property is my owr Go look or the table Come in, Mr. MacGregor ‘He wanted to si you your own pro} erty,’ chuckled Rob R preciative entering and ciosing the door ‘Sure,’ said Benny with a bright smile “An apartment house almost two months—lI forget it is mine. I own it so lor g So then comes this young man and offers it to me—he got it from some other broker who don’t tell him the owner and I tell him, sure, I will take it, and go get me a contract. Just now he brings me the contract, and wants to sue me for a commission if I don't buy Well, it’s a good advertisement, ain't it? My properties are so cheap, I buy them myself!” His prominent black eyes winked rapidly and his underjaw wagged, causing his flow- ing black beard to rise and fall on his narrow chest. Benny was an immigrant; it wasn’t ten years since he had come through The Narrows, and now he didn’t know himself how much he was worth, being too busy to stop to count. He was purely a trader, knowing no more of construction than the patrolman in the street, producing nothing but a market. He knew that most building in New York was speculative, with no gold buried in the walls, shaving the rigid re- quirements of the city departments with no margin either way. He let a fifty-dollar-a- week clerk look at the houses for him; all Benny asked, was the financial statement. “Perhaps, then,” said Rob Roy, “you have forgotten that you own a forty-two- foot plot and two abutting houses over on Long Acre Square.” “Are you come to sell it to me?” ‘I'll sell you the lease on the forty-two feet.” “How much? “Seventy thousand dollars.” “TI don’t want it.”’ “Make me a bid.”’ “Ten thousand—no more.” “No.” “Listen, MacGregor. I don’t got to buy in that lease, understand me? You mean the ten-year lease Sam Rennolds got, ain't it? Well, what good is that lease to my friend Sam? He can't build nothing there but a private house, not while I owr land and those adjoining private houses That seems to be what the court held though I think it’s against common sense ir view of the change in the neigh However, you’re both playing dog in the

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waste there while you're at odds. He can't get it while you keep that fool restrictior alive, but he can keep you out of it for the next ten years.” ‘I wonder,” said Benny ““About what? ‘Listen, MacGregor,” said Benr ea ing over his flat topped golden-oal les} ‘There was a old house on that plot wher my friend Sam took it, ain't it? We ] ain't giving you news when I t yu that mprovements yoes to the owner 7 the land when the lease is expired. That old house was mine, aint it But my frie Sam tears the house dowr I don't s noth ing, becausé l Suppose ne Ww yive me a bond to put up a new house and just as good, like he got a right to do under lease Well, I wouldn't be hard on hin He could give me a bond now and put uy new house, < ne ould take n sand dollars.” ‘You want him to put upan dence ir place of the old frame he was on the plot?” ‘Well,’ said Benr y, Spreading might he could put up an old } friend Sam is a great builder don’t put up a house now, he his lease. Tell him to read it ‘You're no fool, Benny, i testingly. “‘You yourself aré two nouses in the rear for meé private residence.’ ‘Il am not, MacGregor, becaus fool. That is just wl tne ldge let my friend Sam break the re Continued on Page 113

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i NS SS a ee Continued from Page 111 Sam claims the neighborhood is all changed, but the judge says, ‘No. There is Benny Zanders sitting with two private houses yet, and that gives him a equity to make you build nothing but a private. If Benny Zanders would use his houses for business, I would let you use yours too. I give equity to people that do equity. Benny Zanders has clean hands.’ Come, MacGregor, you will tell Sam he is a lucky guy to get ten thousand.” “Make it fifty, and I may advise him to take it.”’ Benny reflected, weighing Sam Ren- nolds’ chance of getting out of the trap into which he had fallen. He pursed his red lips and shook his head. “Too much already I am offering him, MacGregor, but | wouldn’t go back on my word. I will give him one week to take the ten thousand or give me a bond for a new house.”’ “*T’ll advise him to give you the bond and sit tight.” “All right!’ said Benny, singing the word. “He will sit, and I will sit, and we will see who will get tired.” “It’s a crime to let that plot lie idle,” said Rob Roy, rising. “Will you sell, Benny?” “No.” “*T’ll take the lease myself and give you a hundred thousand dollars to lift that re- striction and let me put up the right im- provement.” “No.” ‘You won't buy and you won't sell?” “No. Except, for one week I will pay for that lease ten thousand dollars. If he don't take it, he gives me a bond for a new house, or the judge gives me the lease back for nothing. MacGregor’’—Benny’s long slender hand closed fast—‘‘Il got Sam Rennolds just like that, understand me?” tob Roy mulled the matter over after leaving Benny Zanders’ office. His interest in the affair was not purely charitable; a plot that would bear a ground rent of forty- five or fifty thousand a year was lying idle He pondered without avail, seeking to find a way to take that wasted value to himself. wi QJEFORE Benny Zanders’ stipulated week was up, Sam Rennolds had given him a surety-company bond for fifteen thousand dollars, the condition of which was that he should erect on the forty-two- foot corner on Long Acre Square a private residence for one family only, and equal or superior in value to the old frame residence that he had demolished. Rob Roy had advised Sam to give the bond to prevent losing his lease, telling him that he had no alternative and that he had been woefully reckless in buying the lease and tearing down when he had merely a sidewalk opinion that he could put up a paying improvement. Rob Roy told him that it was now a good business risk to give the bond and proceed to build the residence, as it was the only likely way to bring Benny around to seeing their common advantage in compromising. He warned Sam ex- plicitly not to fall asleep while sitting along- side Benny Zanders and waiting for him to tire. Benny, he said, was sharp. The bond was tendered and accepted, with whatsoever reluctance. Benny then contemplated the unpleasing prospect of receiving only twenty-five hundred a year for ten years as rent for a property worth nearly a million dollars. Of course, when he bought the property from the Ducey estate, he had liberally discounted its value because of its legal condition. He had paid for it, as a matter of fact, less than half a million. But Benny was not the man to be content with conserving his money. He must certainly have pondered ways and means to oust the unlucky ex-carpenter from the plot. There is no good evidence that he sent Harry Bowe to Sam Rennolds; but Bowe certainly played Benny’s game for him. This Bowe was a court stenographer, clear- ing some three or four hundred dollars a month. He seems to have been a dreamer; his work was mechanical and left his mind free to go woolgathering for a fortune. He was a large and cocksure man, and per- suasive, being used to listening to argu- ment all day and transcribing it at night. He sought Sam Rennolds out and said, “‘T know lots of big politicians, and I havea red-hot tip, and I want you to give me a chance to use it. Do you know there is going to be a new traverse of the Subway under Long Acre Square? Sh-h! Torelieve the Times Square exits. Sixty-five feet of it will be under your property, meaning one hundred and thirty running feet of wall space, both sides of the crowd coming and going.” “What about it?’’ asked Sam without eagerness. ‘‘A new Subway stairs don’t do me no good because | can’t put stores in.” “What about all that advertising space?” demanded Bowe, crowding him. ‘“ Ad- vertising is the big money-maker today —I know lots of big advertising men. Do you know how much is paid for that light sign on the Thompson Building roof? Five thousand a month. Have you any idea what that big sign on Forty-fourth Street and Broadway pays? Ten grand a month! Mister, they will pay any price for adver- tising space down that way, and here’s a chance to get at the customers before they even get upstairs. Mister, I’m on the in- side. I'll pay you fifteen thousand a year for that space, and you don’t have to have pity on me either.” “But I can’t rent it to you,” said Sam. “‘T’ll take a chance on that, if you think anybody can stop you. Money talks, eh? We'll get up an agreement that that space is mine for five years at twelve hundred and fifty a month, and I will put up five hun- dred dollars cash. Here, | will give you this ten dollars now for a deposit to show bona fides. Take it, mister!” ““You can’t stampede me by flashing real money,” blustered Sam. “Put it away. 3ut I guess you mean business, so I will tell you what the facts are. I can’t rent you that space because I have only a lease on the property and it says I must not use it for business.” ““Who’s the man with the say?”’ sowe. ‘‘Benny Zanders, the big operator. He owns the property, and I got only a ten- year lease. It’s no good for me to talk to him.” “‘Let me, mister,” offered Bowe. ‘He may be rough and tough, but I'll talk him into a lovers’ knot. We'll go right down there and lay the cards on the table before him, and he don’t have to play if he don’t want to. Where’s his office? Let’s catch a cab. I'll pay for it.” In the cab he gave Sam a good cigar and told him which end to put in his mouth ““Smoke up, Sam,” he said, holding a match. ‘What's your man’s first name Sam? . . . Benny, eh? Well, we are going to tell Benny straight out what the deal is, see? I believe in giving every man what’s for him. I didn’t fish around with you and make you a bum offer? We'll tell Benny what the offer is, and if he sees enough in it for both of you, let him go to it ‘**But here’s a thought, Sam— get this. I can’t tell Benny that the space I want is down in that new Subway traverse. That's inside info that only the big boys are hep to, and they would be sore on me Let's see how we'll put it.” ‘“We can say you are renting the adver- tising space under the ground,”” suggested Sam after deep reflection. ““And maybe he will think you are going to put ads on your coal bin, will he?” scoffed Bowe. ‘‘Sam, how far is it from the street level to the window sills on the first floor of the house you are going to build?” ‘“* About three feet.” “There it is! We'll say I’m leasing off you all the wall space below the windows on the first floor, and he'll never tumble. 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} i i, i ' (Continued from Page 113) They entered Benny Zanders’ office. Bowe strode into the presence of the opera- tor. “Hello, Benny,” he said breezily. “Meet Harry Bowe, that’s me. Benny, meet my friend, Sam Rennolds, the builder. Oh, but you know him already, don’t you? That’s right. Well, Benny, Sam and I have a deal on, and we want your blessing. He has a lease on a corner over there on Long Acre, but he says you have a half nelson on him and he can’t talk until you let go. Well, the situation is that I want to lease some advertising space from him for a flyer, so what do you say?” “What space, young man?” asked Benny. “Just the wall area below the window sills of the first floor.” ‘Just the three feet or so between the sidewalk and the window sills,’ said Sam. “The space below the window sills,”” re- peated Bowe, staring harshly at Sam. “How much would you pay for that, young man?” “Fifteen thousand dollars, Benny.”’ Benny Zanders passed a hand down his beard and looked benevolent. ‘‘ Well, I tell you what I will do,” he said. ‘‘Sam here is a poor man, and I wouldn’t be hard on him. I would let him rent that space to you if he would give to me another seventy-five hundred a year on his lease.” “What!” exclaimed Sam. ‘Seventy-five hundred a year for that little bit of space? You must think people are crazy.” ““Sh-h-h!”’ warned Bowe behind his hand. “This young man must be twicet as crazy,’ argued Benny logically. ““Sure,”” said Bowe. ‘“‘I think Benny’s very fair.”’ “Well, let it go at that,”’ said Sam. “I will pay you ten thousand a year instead of twenty-five hundred, and you let me lease that space under the window sills for advertising. Only’’—he colored under Benny’s dead-black eyes—‘“‘I ain’t got the plans all completed yet, so you better say: ‘All the space under the window sills, no matter where it is.’”’ “It’s under the window sills, ain’t it said Benny. “Of course,”’ agreed Sam. “But I wouldn’t want any argument about this, so you better say in what you put in the lease: ‘ All the space under the window sills, no matter how much.’ You see, I ain’t got the plans completed yet, and it might bea little more or less.”’ “All the space under the windows, no matter how much,” repeated Benny. “Why not? Did you bring the lease? We could fix it up right away, if you and this young man get together.” “Have you got that five hundred with you?”’ demanded Sam of Bowe. ‘Rearing to go,”’ said Bowe, slapping his pocket. “Then come on downstairs,”’ said Sam, jumping up. “I know a notary near here on Sixth Avenue, and he will write it all out shipshape. He knows more than forty lawyers. . . . I'll be right back, Mr. Zanders, when I get this fixed up, and I’m much obliged to you for letting me make a dollar on that plot. I'll leave the lease here, and you can fix it up, but don’t forget to put in: ‘No matter how much!’” “If you want it,”’ said Benny, lifting an eyebrow at Bowe. The ex-carpenter and the court stenog- rapher departed in the direction of Sixth Avenue and found the notary public. He put their agreement into writing, inserting whereases and wherefores where he thought they sounded best, and making, all in all, not a bad fist at the work. Telescoped, the agreement said that whereas the party of the first part thought there was to be a Sub- way traverse under the property of the party of the second part, therefore the said party of the first part would pay fifteen thousand a year for five years for the use of the wall space in the passageway, in equal monthly installments beginning six months thereafter, five hundred dollars being paid in hand on account of the first month’s rent. And Bowe ceremoniously handed Sam Ren- nolds five hundred dollars in cash and 9” THE SATURDAY gathered up his signed, sealed and acknowl- edged copy of the agreement. “But don’t forget not to let Benny hear about that new Subway,” enjoined Bowe earnestly. ‘He let you off easy because he thought he was soaking you a stiff price for that space under the windows.” ‘I’m wise,”’ grumbled Sam, looking very cunning. He went back to Benny Zanders’ office and signed the interlineation in Benny Zanders’ lease. Benny signed the change in Sam’s copy, called in a notary to take the acknowledgments, shook hands with Sam, and shoved him out the door. It’s a known fact, attested to by several brokers who wouldn’t misstate except in the way of business, that Benny promptly put that Long Acre plot onto his table, offering it for sale as if he owned it free of the lease. This is not conclusive proof that he had con- spired with Harry Bowe to raise Sam Ren- nolds’ rent so high that Sam would have to let go or bleed freely —Benny often offered properties for sale first, and bought them later—but it’s a fact to weigh. Iv “TN THE first place, Sam,"’ said Rob Roy patiently, ‘“‘a private owner can’t put advertising in the Subway just because it abuts on his property. You ought to know that, Sam. In the second place, you grossly overestimated the advertising pos- sibilities of that supposed tunnel under your plot. And in the third place, there isn’t going to be any tunnel there. You're bring- ing your goods to market after the fair, Sam. There was talk, six months ago, about cutting in a new exit or two, and I investigated it at the time, and found out that it wasn’t going to be done. Your friend Bowe got a delayed wire—that is, supposing that he wasn’t merely playing ball with Benny Zanders.”’ “You know, boss, I’ve thought of that too,” said Sam. ‘You're now obliged to pay Benny Zanders seventy-five hundred a year to put in a strip of advertising along your house wall where practically nobody could see it. The bigger the crowd on the sidewalk, the fewer people would get a glimpse of it. Advertising space along Broadway is im- mensely valuable—that goes without say- ing; but what you have agreed to pay for is a joke.” ‘“*What am I going to do, boss?”’ “Can you afford to pay Benny Zanders ten thousand a year until he comes to terms? If you convince him that you'll do it, I think he’ll quit, and will buy in your lease at something like what it is worth.” “Out of the question, boss. If I put up that private house he is insisting on, I will just about have shot my bolt, and I will not be able to sit down and take a loss. And it is a whole lot more than ten thousand dollars too.” ‘How much are your taxes?”’ “Fifteen thousand a year on the ground. I have to pay that under the lease. It’s a net lease, boss. If I could have broke that restriction, I could have got a building loan on the iease for six-story stores and offices, and it would have paid so big that I would be willing to give the building to Zanders when the lease was up, but now I will not even be able to get a loan for the private house. Who is going to lend me to put upa private house on Broadway? It would all have to come out of my pocket, boss, and I simply haven't got it. Well, this is the end of Sam Rennolds. I’m blown out like a match. I better insure myself for the wife, and jump in the East River.”’ ‘**Let me have that lease, Sam,”’ said Rob Roy. He lit a slender Havana from the walnut humidor, seated himself in a Turkish rocker before the fire, and read carefully the clause in the lease that had impelled Sam Ren- nolds to consider the business possibilities of a jump from an East River dock: A strictly private residence for one family only, without stores, and to be used for no busi- ness purpose whatsoever. Provided, however, that the outer walls of said private residence EVENING POST below the first tier of windows may be used for expos igns of na and size ele r deep said aid f ‘ f windows “Benny was willing to oblige you and put the exception in that indefinite form be cause he knew you had your absurd cor tract with Bowe in mind; and he didn't want your increased rent to be connected in any way with that contract. As the clause stands, he’s giving you a good and valid consideration for your increased rent and I dare say he could hold you to it in court. We'll have Jake’s opinion on tha “Never mind Jake,”’ said Sam ‘I'm done with suing, boss.” “Long Acre Square,” said Rob Roy sud denly, ‘‘would be a very convenient place to live, if it weren’t for the noise and traffic and crowds.” “If it wasn’t,’’ agreed Sam “I rather think I'd like to live there myself!"’ “*I know where you can rent a nice new private house, if you'll pay over two thou sand a month.” “Is Mile High out there yet?” called Rob Roy. The big colored man entered “Mile High,” said his employer, reaching for pencil and paper, ‘“‘what percentage of the ordinary fireproof job is the cost of the steel?”’ “Twelve to 18 per cent, about, sir,”’ said Mile High. He spoke always in a hushed voice, making commonplace remarks in a thrilling undertone. One item in his vast building experience in New York was a fall down a dumbwaiter shaft, fourteen stories, or a hundred and forty perpendicular feet. He saved his life by pressing his elbows and knees against the rushing walls of the shute, but he landed in the cellar with vocal cords permanently muted, perhaps from inten- sive yelling ‘*And there would be no interior weight to carry,"’ said Rob Roy interestedly. ‘‘How would you rough the brickwork about 8 to 10 per cent?”’ **More or less, sir. Varying, of course, according as the walls carry themselves or are carried on the steel. Well, that’s a stand-off. What you save on the brick you lose on the steel.”’ ‘‘There’d be no interior partitions in this job,”’ said Rob Roy, leaning back to stare at his superintendent. ‘‘No arches, no carpenter work, no plumbing or steam fitting.”’ ‘**Going to build a shot tower, sir?’’ said Mile High lightly. “We're going to build a private residence for one family only, with advertising below the first tier of windows,”’ said Rob Roy, cracking a smile. ‘‘Sam, I want an option on your lease for what it cost you. Sit down, Mile High. Wait outside, Sam. Send Jake in here to us.” Before that week was done a cellar digger was grubbing in the forty-two-foot corner plot on Long Acre Square, and the rubbish was swinging up to the waiting trucks Dirt followed, sand, hardpan; trenches were excavated; pier holes went down to the living rock. Steel erectors came, Amer- ican men with friendly profanity and the latest tunes to whistle as they set up the derrick that would climb with them from the bowels of the earth to the flag that they would fly from the ultimate peak. They set the steel shoes, and the mason’s men grouted them in. Over swung the tall steel columns, dangling like matches in the mighty grip of the derrick A thicket of red columns sprouted from the hole; they put forth red beams now, like branches. The erectors walked the beams, tying them to the columns with bolts; more columns swung up to them, and they shoved bolts into those until it was time to plumb. Smiths appeared in the air, blowing their bellows; white-hot rivets flew about like gay birds, and were neatly trapped in steel buckets. The riveters knocked out the bolts, slipped in the glow- ing rivets, and pounded them with tremen- dous din of steam hammers Par t The curtain wal W masons rose ibove the treet i rept u ward, swallowing the eely b The steel we Ip and up, and the i W tile mbed dogged! afte t BKroadwa woked and stopped i looked again, and tried to make out what rt of Dullding was being put up, but broacwa experience was 1dequate Bre Wa was jiOOKINg at a building without doors or windows or permanent openings, Was witnessing con struction of a sort that had beer infrequent since the Egyptians topped out their highly advertised pyramids Workers in light iron came and pinned platforms of steel rods to the two street faces of the strange building, one platform above another, all the way up the soaring faces to where, more than two hundred feet n the air, roofers were setting a jutting Now there was a trickle of carpenters, plumbers houseworkers in other ( oppe r cornice sonry and structural } } 4 loafers that had reportec digger, and that had l curiosity since, saw steel casement win dows, and fireproofed trim and flooring radiators, and other material for the con struction of a first-class private residence Stenographers, looking from the windows of skyscrapers, saw a pretty chateau, or chalet, being built on the synthetic moun tain of steel and stone if they held their jobs long enough they saw gardeners plant ing in deep terra-cotta boxes. Rob Roy was building his house We are not concerned here with the short but costly legal battle that established Rob Roy’s right to rent the wal! space below his first tier of windows. Benny Zanders gave him battle. His application for an injunction was refused because, the judge said, there was nothing ambiguous about that interpolated clause in the lease; he had given the tenant the right to make the walls as high, as deep, as he chose, carte blanche And Rob Roy made his basement, or cellar, deep enough to contain an upended tramp steamer. When he walked in his garden of evenings, he could see the red sun go down behind Weehawken; below him was the slender island of Manhattan that sold for twenty-four dollars as acreage in the rough; to the northeast was the Dutchmen’s Hell Gate in the East River, famous, until the first decade of this cen- tury, for its large striped bass and its larger breweries, and beyond Hell Gate lay dark- ening and diminishing Long Island. He had picked a pretty site; ir od spot whose peace was accentuated by the deep and murmurous hum of the distant streets Nowadays there is atop New York's sky- scrapers an extremely select, cottage colony composed of people of refined tastes and six-figure bank balances; Rob Roy was a pioneer The Lighthouse—it stood until of late, and many will remember it cost Rob Roy one hundred thousand dollars to build. Mu remember the automobiles, out that raced up the building's vast facade to the unvarying victory ist below the ob scuring cornice of the car whose manu lacturer was paying ior the perlormance Most New Yorkers came to believe that the race was | T I about saying so to their visiting friends warning the prowling sharpers in the square Benny Zanders held no gruage against Rob Roy for outsmarting him, even on the first night that the building was put to it bizarre purpose, when it was bruited about that Rob Roy had sublet the sign privileg to the Gower Electric Display Company fo ten years at a total rent of an manda half dollars. Benny was too good a bu ness man to waste ta 4 smart man,” said Be y ¢ i ‘He makes for himself t of a hur dred t’ousand a ear tron hat I give te him for seventy é ired, and lives rent tree Alr 4 k dg a t tising for me, air

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Choose Your Age—Don’t accept the verdict of the years This simple rule in daily care is preserving youthful charm for thousands... .follow it for one week, note the difference that comes as E forty if you must, but never for an instant look it,” is the modern woman’s doctrine. Youth can be safeguarded. That's proved on every side today. Thirty manages to look twenty, forty to look thirty under present methods in skin care. The right way is the natural way. It starts with soap and water, with pores kept clean and open so as to naturally perform their functions. Do that in the right way, with the right kind of soap, and you will be surprised at the results that come. Leading skin specialists have learned that proper cleansing is probably re- sponsible for more youthful skins beyond the allotted time than any other method known. Try this for a week and note the result. The rule and how to follow it Wash your face gently with soothing Palmolive Soap, massaging the lather softly into the skin. Rinse thoroughly, first with warm water, then with cold. If your skin is in- clined to be dry, apply a touch of good cold cream—that is ali. Do this regularly, and particularly in the evening. THE PALMOLIVE COMPANY Palmolive Soap is untouched by human hands until you break the wrapper— it is never sold unwrapped Retail c Price D« Use powder and rouge if you wish. But never leave then 1 on over night. They clog the pores, often enlarge them Blackheads and disfigurements often follow. They must be washed away Do not use ordinary soaps in the treatment given above Do not think any green soap, or one represented as of olive and palm oils, is the same as Palmolive And it costs but 10c the cake! So little that millions let it do for their bodies what it does for their faces. Obtain a cake to amazit day. Then note what an ig difference one week makes S ap from tre 4 The only oils in Palmolive Soap are the soothing beauty oils from the olive tree, the African palm, and the coconut That is why Palmolive rT } ] alM amd its natural green color palm and no other fats whatsoever Soap 1s the natural color that it is— fe olive oils nothing else, give Palmolive The only secret to Palmolive is its exclusive blend that is one of the world’s priceless beauty secrets |. Corp.), CHICAGO, ILLINOIS

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Health may become a shadowunless you guard The & = Y or you this new knowledge may mean the priceless gift of health This is why neglected teeth can cause such ous gift can there be than vig- health? So priceless—yet so WHat orous, buoyant more pre¢ ca sthy lost! In this new knowledge of The Danger Line the secret for safeguarding your or perhaps you may discover the cause ; you may find he alth of tiredness, loss of energy, low spirits. Science tells us this No tooth-brush can reach into all the pits and crevices in your teeth, or at the vital point where teeth and Danger Line. In these ferments and forms cause of most tooth gums meet-—The food ds are the places collects, These ac decay and gum inte One system. blood supply. acids. bad tooth can directly affect your entire This is because the teeth share in the The same circulatory system which supphes them with nourishment and carries off their waste, also comes in contact with every part of the body. Poisonous substances carried off from bad teeth, or from Pyorrhea pockets, may lodge in any other organ and tissue and cause disease. December 4, 1926 varied disorders as trouble and rheumatism. kidney neuralgia, The acids must be neutralized It follows, therefore, that to safeguard your health, the dangerous acids in your mouth must be prevented from attacking your teeth and gums. Since your tooth-brush alone cannot protect you, you must make your dentifrice do so. One dentifrice today wards off danger: Squibb’s Dental Cream. For Squibb’s contains more than s0% of Squibb’s Milk of Magnesia, long recog- nized by dental and medical authorities as the safest and most effective oral antacid known. Every time you use Squibb’s Dental Cream, the Milk of Magnesia lodges in the tiniest pits and crevices. There it remains, neutralizing the acids, preventing decay, reducing the peril of Pyorrhea. And it stays for a considerable time, too, giving protection all the while. Brush your teeth regularly with Squibb’s Dental Cream. It will keep your teeth clean. It will soothe and strengthen tender gums. It will Danger Line the hygienic condition of It contains nothing to injure or } Don all drugg pre mote mouth. the most cents a large tube. sensitive tissues. At find Many In almo t any arus tore vou different kinds of dentifrice dentifrices . changing from one t seem disappointed. They brush their teeth yet they still have decay and gum diseases Becau é teeth need more than bru hing. protected at The Danger Ane. Try Tonight, just before going Squibb’ s Milk of it—and use the rest to gargle. You will be surprised in the m ed, pour a tab Viagnesia in on water, wish aboul the mouth : , : FF clean and a, bul be

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ee ““Who is he?” thin voice, breathing hard. Silence. ‘“‘The—the gentleman you told me about, Jewel, who will take you abroad for a honeymoon all over the world?” cried Mrs Courage, still reaching for straws. ‘‘ That is the gentleman, darling?” Silence. “Told you about, and you never told ?” said Courage. ‘‘ You'll neither of you said Courage in a hars} me? ever seem to believe you've got a man in the family. Neither of you has ever given me my father’s due. It was always so.” “Tell father, Jewel,”’ cried her mother. Silence. ‘‘ He’s awfully rich, Herbert,” said Mrs. Courage from pale lips. ‘‘She met him at these smart places she goes to, didn’t you, Jewel? He fell in love at first sight, didn’t he, Jewel? He can give her the earth, can’t he, duckie?” ““No, mother,” said Jewel. ‘‘Who is he?”’ said Courage once more. ‘“‘A servant, father—a chauffeur.” There broke from Mrs. Courage a long moan that brought Courage nearer to her, laying a hand on her shoulder, and asking, “Do you tell us, Jewel, that you have married a servant, of the servant class?” in a voice as bloodless as his face. “*I—I thought he was a gentleman. [| didn’t know 2 “Then he deceived you?”’ “Yes, but “But?” - I deceived him too.” Moving forward slowly, Courage pulled out two chairs from the table. There was great deliberation in all his words and acts. There was also, for the first time in many years, in this great troubled moment, real authority. ‘“*Sit down, mother. Sit down, Jewel.” Sitting at the table, she answered her father’s questions until he knew the story. XII \ RS. COURAGE was broken, harried 4V¥i by a hundred shames and regrets. Out of her love and her longing she had been an untrusty guide, a false counselor. There sat her treasure, all she had of heaven on earth, lost, doomed, with the ring of bondage upon her finger. In spite of all their dreams, their hopes, aspirations and ambitions, she had been drawn, like her mother, into a marriage of meager income and hardship; she was going to walk in the ranks of the women who toiled and pinched and grew unlovely. She had, even, de- scended the social ladder. There was no hope for her. For Jewel and her mother and her father saw for the first time eye to eye. She was married. Marriage is marriage. She must pick up the load and carry it. ‘Il am a married woman,” said Jewel, with that new look in her eyes, and they nodded. “Yes,” said Mrs. Courage, streaming tears. “Yes,”’ said a very sad Courage as he tried with a quivering hand to wipe them away. ‘“‘I’m done for,”’ said Jewel. They nodded. They accepted the fact of crushing defeat. They had seen valiant people defeated before. Once they them- selves had felt quite valiant. They had learned to bend the head and bow the knee and toe the line to the rules of life. Re- bellion was not in their consideration at all. One grumbled; one suffered; one sur- rendered. While as for such an act as this, punishment must follow. At their age they knew. Life was too big for people. Only the very strong, the very clever, the very rich rode on the crest of the wave which sub- merged the others. “It’s been my fault,’’ quivered Mrs. Courage. But Courage, for the first time in years without his carpings, his grievances THE JOY GIRL Continued from Page 40 ‘You've done your best, my girl. There's been-—a big mistake.” “*I made it,”’ whispered Jewel ‘You're young,” said her father sud denly, wearied and gentle. ‘‘ You wouldn't believe it could ever be satisfied—all thi craving of yours You wouldn't be told is ‘I didn’t tell her’’—from Mrs. Courage ‘*Now, my girl, now don’t cry so. You wouldn't be told, Jewel. You thought life was like a prize-giving show. Itisn’t.’”” He shook his head. ‘‘ You know now. You've reached out too far.” “Tl thought—I thought the world had altered since your time.” “All young folks think their parents backward. Now you know. You've made your bed.” ‘““My baby! My baby!” wept Mrs Courage. “It’s early,” said Courage, glancing at the clock on the mantel. ‘‘Time for me to have a talk with your husband this evening, Jewel, if we can get at him.” “After I left him I telegraphed him my home address, father.” She had telegraphed after she had left John Jeffrey Fleet, on her way to Dulwich. But she had left John Jeffrey out of the story that she told her little thin gray parents. Of what did he avail her now? “He'll be here soon, no doubt,”’ Mrs. Courage said faintly. “Tf he isn’t,” answered Courage, ‘1 shall go after him.” ‘Father!’ “Yes, I shall, Jewel. My girl, people like us haven’t much in the way of the spectacular to stand up for; but our principles we can stand by. Mother and I have always stood by our principles, such as they are. The strongest of them is this: There’s no toying and trifling with mar- riage. Marriage is marriage. When two people are married they’ve got to try to make the best of it.”’ ‘*Yes,’"" murmured Mrs. Courage, sur- rendered to her tears. “I know,” said Jewel. “*So if he isn’t here by 6:30 They sat waiting; just bandying vain arguments and regrets. Presently 6:30 chimed. “We'll go to his address.” “We?” “*T’ll take Jewel,’”’ said Courage sternly. “Then I'll go too!”’ “Very well, mother,’’ said Courage quietly. Jewel had nothing to say. But she walked upstairs to powder her face, car- mine her pale lips. This she did in her little room—the room that had seemed so ab- surd—before the familiar mirror that had seemed so contemptibly small. She did it with care; and combed her hair and gave her shining nails a fillip, too, with the polish- ing pad. She was ready. She stood by her dressing table with her head poised gallantly and looked about the room. Her narrow straight bed, with a pink silk coverlet that once Flora the Faith- ful had made her for a birthday present Then she became aware that her mother stood in the doorway, hat and coat on, looking at her with haunted eyes that spelled fear; and that her mother knew all about her slow gaze round that sanctuary, at the straight narrow bed. “I wish I were staying here tonight surely just for tonight ‘ Her mother, driven even through her fear by the unquestioned conventions that had strictly ruled her life, the conventions that had forced on her incredible numbers of stupid small sacrifices and surrenders till now she was bowed to them, answered, evading: ‘‘We must see that happens.” “Well, I don’t much care,” gallantly, but she looked like a young hare with the greyhounds coursing close behind her. She looked as if the ultimate scream of the young and hopeless hare might break said Jewel THE SATURDAY EVENING POST at any moment from her tight carmine “I don’t much care Mrs. Courage knew only too well that her bravado was grand and blind bravado She did not know, did not guess yet -the mouth child—what her marriage really her. Mrs. Courage knew vaguely, though she could not have articulated it, that scrub water, dish water, work stains are not the worst of the things that foul and de- stroy. And yet marriage was marriage Once done, it couldn't be undone. A dras- tic and humble-hearted trial must be made of it anyway. “Father's waiting.” Then they went down again into the slit of hall, where Courage was buttoning him- self into the better of his two overcoats and reaching for his Sunday bowler hat. They stoked the dining-room fire with coal dust, turned down the hall gas to a glimmer, locked every door; in spite of their agony, every one of the trivial and homely actions appropriate to leaving the house empty. Through the snowy, blowy evening they traveled westward. They did not speal Only, as they approached Vicary’s lodging did her mother say under her breath to Jewel: ‘“‘l expect your husband didn’t mean half of what he said to you this afternoon. You mustn’t take any notice of an angry man.” “Mustn’t I, mother?” Then Mrs. Courage remembered that Jewel had never before faced, or even seen, a very angry man. Men were not angry with Jewel until now. **You’ll learn,”’ said Mrs. Courage, hold- ing her hand as they pattered along the damp pavements “*T didn’t want to learn, mother.”’ This, too, under Jewel’s breath, fierce and low. Courage halted them before the door of the house that Jewel indicated and rang the bell. A woman came-—-the landlady. “Mr. Vicary’s out, sir; gone round to Mr. Fleet's, I think. He'd left here, really, this afternoon, Mr. Vicary had; only he came back for a few hours, and I'd not let the rooms, so 3a ‘“Where is Mr. Fleet’s?”’ age. Jewel replied to him before the landlady could: ‘It’s Dawson Street “Who is Mr. Fleet?” again they hurried on “His master.” “We ought not to go there,’ suggested Mrs. Courage wanly. “We're going anywhere where he is mother. I’m going to see him.”’ And they stood sheltered from the snow under the kindly portico of the house 3atters answered the door, and recog- nized, with a gleam, Jewe spare grim people “Is Mr. Vicary in?” said Courage at performed, answered Cour- near here.” said Courage, as Dawson Street |, with these two once, “Vicary? QOur—our chauffeur?” Bat- ters murmured, taken aback. ‘ Well, sir,” he added—for Jewel had entered by this same way like a young lady earlier this ve day —*‘ Vicary is with Mr. Fleet at the mo ment. I am not sure, sir, if he can see visitors here.” “Take us to him, please,”’ said Courage “But Mr. Fleet, sir ' “‘And to Mr. Fleet!”’ cried Jewel in ringing voice “Is Mr. Fleet expecting you, miss?” “It is most important ““Most important,’”’ said Courage; and his wife echoed, ‘‘ Most important.” Batters admitted them into a warm, mellow and spacious hall, burned. “Tf you will kindly wait one mo ment He went to a door on the right of the hall and when he opened it the sound of two voices drifted out. Courage listened to where a great fire Continued on Page 121 | Irvin S.Cobb makes Christmas last a year RVIN S. COBB'S method of ; ‘ spreading cheer and sunshine 1 is known to all. His stories are veritable gloom-chasers—as a glanceintohislatestbook,“Some United States,” will indicate. Few of us can do what Irvin S. Cobb does to scatter sunshine, but there is one time of the year when none of us should miss the chance of enriching friend- Ships. That is at Christmas. Make use of Christmas Cards liberally. They express all the kindly thoughts that are in your heart at this season of the year Beyond your friends and rela tives is a further opportunity of spreading happiness. Shut-ins, children in hospitals, orphan ages, homes for the poor what a world of good you can do with Christmas Cards Scatter Sunshine y with Greeting Cards : er , The Greeting Card Association 354 Fourth Avenue, New York Cit Py

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~ ——_" Continued from Page 119 them like a diminished gray wolf on a trail. Mrs. Courage, gazing at Jewel, held fast to her hand. But Jewel looked again like a soldier marching, with the battle before him. XI HEN John Jeffrey had closed the door upon Jewel hurrying out with that pathetic suitcase, letting her go forth alone and fare as she could, he had almost opened it again, dashed after her, brought her back, declared to her all the madness of his hot bursting heart. But John Jeffrey, while despising mere conventions, suffered from ideals, stern and high, that went before him always like a fiery cross. With his body he loved her enough to bring her back and keep her there; with his heart and his soul and his mind he loved her enough not to do it. She must win her own battle, just as better women before her. He wanted her to fight, to shine. She was a married woman; she had said it herself —actually with a kind of quaint dig- nity overlaying the despair and appallment. Cursing Vicary silently, John Jeffrey Fleet turned back into the red room, threw himself into the chair beside the fire, and his thoughts burrowed deep. He could not get the vision of her out of his head, going off like a little ghost into the ghostliness of the unknown. After all, John Jeffrey's thoughts said, she was a mere baby. John Jeffrey was one of those men who are sorry and tender for women. It was, speciously as people might try to twist the fact, a man-made world. It was a world made for men by men. Perhaps Nature herself had assisted to make it so. ‘“Wouldn’t I be justified?”’ he said to himself, considering any road that let them out, Jewel and him. Just here it was that Batters entered. ‘“‘Vicary would be glad to speak to you for a moment, sir.” ‘Bring him here,”’ said John Jeffrey like a shot. But he stayed still in the deep chair, resisting the impulse to leap to his feet, pull off his coat and be ready with a fist at Vicary’s pale, smooth face. ‘ Better be quiet just at first and see a Vicary came in. He looked well groomed, in a lounge suit that must have been almost new. ‘His wedding garment,” suddenly thought Fleet, seeing the smoothness of Vicary, even veiled by the fiery mist through which he gazed. And his eyes lifted to Vicary’s face. But there was not a sign, not the faintest perturbation there, to show what had been. “Well?” Vicary approached and stood near. “‘It has been very kind of you to give me the day off, sir; as I told you, there were some private affairs worrying me for some time past; all settled now.” **Good!”’ 3ut I regret to say, sir, that I must ask you to take at once, if convenient to your- self, the notice that you allowed me to give provisionally a fortnight ago. The fort- night is just up today, sir, and I am due to leave your service tonight. Of course, I am reluctant if it inconveniences you, sir, but for all | know you may have your eye on a suitable man.” ‘IT have. He could come at once prac- tically. Lord Marchfield’s going abroad not taking his car.” ‘“And you could take on his lordship’s chauffeur while he is away, sir? I am very glad, sir. He is a good man with a car. You will find the cars all in order, sir. Sir, my private affairs I want if possible to cross to France tonight.” “You dog!” John Jeffrey thought. ‘My passport is all right, you see, sir, as I have recently been on the Continent with you. > ~ ‘“*Quite.”’ “I regret to leave your service, sir.”’ “You want your money—to be paid up now, eh?’ “1g you ’d be so good, **Let me see ; “It’s just the pounds, if you please.” Fleet sat forward in the chair, hands locked and working, hanging between his knees, not looking at the chauffeur ‘The escapades of the last two or three months were a bit too much for you per haps, eh, Vicary?’’ And the question went round in his mind like a wheel! ‘ Will he tell me? And if he does, what'll I do to him?” 3ut Vicary had nothing to tell, though he held onto the solution presented by John Jeffrey. “Well, yes, sir."’. He smiled ingratiat- ingly. ‘‘Perhaps they have been. For one thing, I’ve got quite fond of a certain party, you understand, and couldn't tell the party who I am now, could I, sir? It’s been very awkward; I didn’t foresee what might hap- pen. And the Princess Barbignon, what I used to drive for before coming to you, sir, will be sure to give me a job again or find me one. English chauffeurs are pretty much liked. She's always at her villa at Cannes for Christmas.”’ “You're a good cosmopolitan, Vicary, aren’t you?” “Well, sir, lam a rolling stone, I admit.” “You dog!” said John Jeffrey to himself ‘I’ve a mind to tell you what I know, and beat your face in.”’ Then the thought came to him to keep quiet, to let Vicary go; to take the field of love himself. Let Vicary go. It would be easy. It would let the little girl out. If he didn’t let Vicary go—if he drove Vicary to her and her to Vicary Further thought on this had been un- thinkable ever since she had come in and told him. He wanted her to shine, to fight But supposing the battle receded from her; supposing that frightened marching soldier came up to find the battleground evacu- ated, so that the poor soldier could drop his pack, sink down on flowers and grass, look up at the blue sky, hear the birds sing again. ‘‘Well, he wants his wages,”’ said John Jeffrey’s consciousness. ‘‘Pay him and let him go. He'll vanish all right.”” And slowly he unlocked his hands that were grinding together and felt for his note case. “You can have it in notes straightway. Twenty pounds?” ‘Twenty pounds. Thank you, sir.”’ month, sir Twenty THE SATURDAY Those notes changed hands very delib- | erately, with a feeling of dangerous under- current in the action, as if the crisp paper carried from the master’s hand to the serv- ant’s the fury that was in him. Observing Fleet, Vicary said, ‘I trust you have been, on the whole, satisfied, sir? That I can give your name as reference in | the future?”’ Fleet answered steadily, ‘‘Do you think you will ever be applying to me for a refer- ence, Vicary?”’ Their eyes met. ‘Well, sir—well, of course, if I am driving again for the princess or any of her friends, as I anticipate, such would not be necessary.” ‘‘As a chauffeur, you're all right,” said Fleet in a voice so hard and metallic that it gave this impression—that just one crack in the crust of his voice and the lava would be out, burning all before it. “Thank you, sir. chauffeur, of course, that I might, if neces- sary, ask your recommendation.” Fleet opened his lips to say, ‘‘And now get out!” But it was just then that the door opened. Batters stood there murmuring apologetically of people on very urgent It would be only as a | EVENING POST KINGSTON CAR HEATERS some, S| are hand- easily installed ) and deliver plenty of heat, inexpensive, very pure, fresh, clean heat. 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J STANDARD DIARY COMPANY Makers of Diaries for 75 years Cambridge, Mass Dept >i One of Many Standard Diaries She STANDARD DIARIES Diaries for Every Need business for Vicary, and asking also for Mr. Fleet; and then, close behind Batters, with- out waiting for permission, they appeared in the doorway; the owners of the two gray shadows of faces that John Jeffrey had sensed behind lace window curtains in Wall- flower Road; and between them, Jewel. Vicary uttered something under his breath, an inaudible curse. John Jeffrey Fleet sprang up, as if displaying passion- ately that he was master of the wine-red room, master of Vicary, master of himself and everyone concerned, and could fell fate with a blow. She came into the room between her par- ents, meekly like a lamb to the slaughter, the bride who had slain herself. Marriage is marriage. The two diminished gray people blinked a little in the light; they were unutterably sad, beaten; but the dignity of grief was theirs. And Jewel’s father, looking from Fleet to Vicary, asked her in a dried voice, “Which?” And he knew instantly, and faced Vicary. ‘*My name’s Fleet, sir,”’ frey. “Yes, sir,’ answered Courage. a guessed it. This man is Arthur Vicary, your chauffeur?”’ “He has just completed his service with me.” Courage’s lusterless eyes said, ‘‘The dog!’’ too, just as if he had spoken it. But he proceeded straightway to business. “May we have a few words with him here, Mr. Fleet, apologizing for inconveniencing you?” “Tt is no inconvenience. Shall I leave you alone?”” This he asked with Jewel’s eyes on him, beseeching. “T would be glad of your presence, Mr. Fleet,”’ said Courage. Vicary was actually smiling a little, cornered. ““Won’t you sit down?”’ said John Jeffrey to father, mother and daughter. “No, thank you, Mr. Fleet,’’ said Cour- age in a manner so patient, so apprehensive of every fact in the sorry situation as to en- dear him instantly to John Jeffrey. ‘‘ We'll stand— at least I will. Your chauffeur can’t very well sit down with you, and your chauffeur is my daughter’s husband. They were married this morning.” Then Vicary spoke: ‘‘Under false pre- tenses. She played being an heiress, think- ing she had a good bet in me.” “The false pretenses were mutual,’ said Courage, regarding him fixedly. ‘“‘You played the rich man about town. But all that doesn’t avail us now. What avails us now is that you’re married, you two. You have to make the best of what you've done.” “Keep quiet,” said John Jeffrey to him- self, “IT want to ask you, as her father, Mr. Vicary, what provision you have made for my daughter.” “None,” said Vicary. John Jeffrey stepped right back into the window recess and stood there, and at once, it seemed, the gray people forgot him; all their thoughts were centered on Vicary, and all Vicary’s thoughts circled around them. Only Jewel did not forget John Jef- frey. She moved so that still she could see him, and the dumb flutter of her lips was a prayer sent to him. Courage looked infinitely tired, small and shrunk. Vicary seemed to tower near him, in his well-cut suit of tweed, with his pale purposeful face and concentration of eye. Courage looked pitiably uncertain, as if knowing himself, in all essentials, power- less. You cannot make a man live with any woman, nor extract from him more than a meager proportion of his wage for her up- keep, nor even collect that meager propor- tion without perpetual struggle. Courage read all the squalid connubial cases in his paper daily, knew the pitiful difficulties of situations like Jewel’s, knew the humilia- tion and the heart rack. But he braced him- self and went on; for there was a man in the Courage family; he was that man, and had he not exhorted his two women to re- member it? said John Jef- THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “What make?” ““None,”’ said Vicary. And though he did not look, his percep- tions were keen for the silent figure in the window recess. Here was where Fleet might come forward and take a hand with all the damned authoritativeness of his class and order and say: ‘‘This man intends to cross to France tonight. This is wife desertion. I'll get in touch with the authorities at once and F In flashes through Vicary’s mind went the surmise that this could be done. But John Jeffrey spoke not a word. His atten- tion, his rage and suffering were all for Jewel, who kept sending him those little prayers from soundless lips. Such emer- gency measures as Vicary feared never even occurred to him—till afterward. “None?” repeated Courage, bracing himself. ‘‘But you have a wife; you have to support her.” “T don’t want the hussy,” said Vicary crudely. ‘‘ Let someone else have her.” Then he knew instantly from the remote figure in the window that he had gone too far. He glanced at John Jeffrey, muttered: “Tf I have gone a bit far in saying that, it’s excusable. She hoaxed me. All she wanted was money, though she kept talking of marrying for love.” Mrs. Courage was fluttering: ‘‘That he should speak so of Jewel , “Come, Mr. Vicary,’’ said Courage bravely, ‘‘this answer won’t do for me.” “It will have to do,’”’ answered Vicary, with a look of insolence and contempt. ““You can’t mean,”’ faltered Mrs. Cour- age, ‘‘that you’re going to desert your wife, your pretty wife that dozens of young men would have been only too glad to marry?” “‘T say, they can have her,” said Vicary, still as an image. “Oh!” cried Mrs. Courage. “Oh! Oh!” Vicary threw her, too, his look of in- solence and contempt. A little color came into Courage’s face, and not only into his face but into his poor heart as well. He had borne himself, he hoped, as a man under this blow; his women had seen that he could take them by the hands and lead them; they had left to him the responsible part and he was playing it. But He knew that all his soul hoped that this large light graven image of a man would persist in his dastardly repudiation. He knew that all he wanted was to see his terror-stricken, large-eyed girl safe home again. In his heart swelled secret gladness that the man refused her; in his mind he saw again the baby girl who used to play with him round the chairs and under the tables. Now she had, so incomprehensibly, grown up, and he had all the father jeal- ousy, secretly wishing her to walk un- touched. So Courage said again, ‘You have to support my daughter.” Then suddenly Jewel withdrew her eyes from John Jeffrey, ceased sending him her little prayers through dumb lips. She stepped forward, at her proudest. “‘ Never!”’ she cried. A smile just touched the corners of her father’s lips. ‘From now on,” Jewel said, ‘I support myself; and I help you, father; and you, mother.” And she went to them one after the other, put her arms round their necks, kissed them. Courage kept his arm about her. ‘ What have you to say to that?” asked he fiercely of Vicary. “It suits me,” said Vicary. “Come, mother,” said Courage, after failing to find further words; . ‘‘come, Jewel.”” But before he took his women out, he turned to the window. ““We are sorry to have troubled you with our affairs, Mr. Fleet, and we thank you for your courtesy.”’ Fleet advanced. door.”’ Still he had taken no part in the strange discussion, contributed no opinion. Every fiber stinging in his body told him that action would come, somehow, later. provision do you propose to ” “T’ll see you to the December 4, 1926 Father, mother and daughter preceding him, he went into the hall. Courage turned in the doorway and looked up into Fleet’s brown face; and a very fine face it seemed to him, with the gayety of a boy masked now by the anger of a man. “‘T wish, sir,” he said sincerely, ‘“‘that you had been the chauffeur and that she had married you.” Fleet put out a hand and held Courage’s steadily for a long moment. Then back into the library, to see Vicary still standing where they had left him, his knowing head cocked a little to one side, very observant. “Well?” said Fleet. “Well, sir?”’ Vicary responded “Catching the night boat, as you in- tended, eh?”’ “Yes, air.” “Not likely to see you here again?” “Extremely unlikely, sir.”’ “You’ve got something on your chest. Out with it.” “Very well,’”’ said Vicary, “‘here it is: We’re not master and servant now; we’re man to man. I see what I see. I can’t mistake it. You’ve met before, you and her. I don’t want her. I don’t tie myself like that. And I say to you as man to man, she’s in the market, just as she was before. I like money. Do you want to buy me off?” Fleet’s body went into action automati- cally almost before his mind had sensed Vicary’s offer. He went straight for the chauffeur and the next instant Vicary crashed down. Fleet swung him up in a jiujitsu hold, kicked open the door, and saw Batters, fat and startled, through the red mists. Without a word, Batters ran to the front door, flung it wide, and Vicary hurtled forth into the street. And Courage, piloting his women, was seized with a desperate feeling of splendor, caught maybe from his reckless daughter or resurrected from the lost fields of youth. The beasts of fear, rage, lust and greed had come roaring upon his home and dis appeared again. He had his women safe, and they were listening to him as not for years had they listened; they hung to his arms, were helplessly for his leading. And out of this regained glorious sense of pro- tectiveness and power, as they were footing it for the station, suddenly he halted them. **We'll take a taxicab.” ** All the way?” exclaimed Mrs. Courage. ‘“‘Allthe way. Jewel’s tired; se are you, my girl.” So he handed them into a taxicab, climbed in after, and sat between them, holding a hand of each. For a long while they drove in silence. At last, ‘‘I like Mr. Fleet,’’ said Courage. ‘‘ A fine young man.”’ “It’s a beautiful house,” said Mrs. Courage vacantly, merely for the sake of uttering something. “T thought,” said Jewel, with a gulp, “that it would be my home. He had described it to me.” They understood her. It was the house which Vicary had given her to understand he owned. They made no comment. Ex- perience had taught them that while words often confused, bewildered or embittered, silence did no harm. Often silence healed; suggested ‘ Forget.” So they came back into Wallflower Road, and through the fanlight of the front door the glimmer of the hall gaslight showed like a beacon. Here was refuge, in the familiar place. ‘Run in, my dears,”’ said Courage, fum- bling in his pockets for money. They left him outside paying the cab- man, while they entered, turned up the gas, unlocked the doors, inspected and poked the dining-room fire. It was all as it had been hundreds of times before. “T’ll go and take off my things, mother,” said Jewel; and she went upstairs, still straight, still buoyant Mrs. Courage, following to the door to watch her, trembling and ashen, thought: **When I was a girl I'd have been in a faint or crying, or 1 wouldn't have known what to do.”’ And, her husband entering Continued on Page 125

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i i | Continued from Page 122 oining her silently, she told him She strange; it seems marvelous. At her age I'd have broken dowr I wouldn't have ‘nown what to do He answered, ‘‘ The old way and the new Way ad She helped him off with h p for him, laid her own hat and coat aside and together they thrug in the dining room ‘You and I, my girl,”’ said Courage keeping himself straight with an effort, ‘don’t know the new way. It's a thing we have to learn.” ing it Atle ; coat. | stood on the patched gut, Herbert, a young wife can't ‘Young people aren't in the aying ‘can’ and ‘can’t,’ my dear. It’s ‘do and ‘don’t “All this time you haven't blamed me once! : “I’m sorry for you, my girl,’”’ said Cour- age. ‘“‘You love your baby. You'd got into the way of thinking she was all you had And now vs “Her life’s ruined.” ““‘We would have said so in our time.” “Tf we could only help ner “Tt’s a bad business,” groaned Cour: and he kept murmuring bad business!”’ till Jewel came down again; and on the hand that was pulling at her silk jumper to set it neat and taut, the wedding ‘Bad business THE AARVEST OF THE % coming and can choose what you to indulge in and can determine for ourselves pretty largel: what each day bring in the way of contacts, I have been so tied by my work and my interests that whatever I have had has come to me, ind has come generally without my asking yr it, or knowing of it in advance, or hav- g any idea of what it would be when it come The faithful, patient, smiling mailman me of our best friends and most tireless ervants, but one we too often accept as a nin ile and give no cor tr deration as a human be ng anda trend been coming my way ever since I started my nurs business in Santa Rosa back in sis ne has walked, or he has ridde a le, or he has driven a lean old horse or fat and chubby pony, or he has come ir itomobile, and he has brought the orld to my desk, rain and shine, summer and W Lt Cal y and late, ever since tha and made me smile, or laugh, or thr t t atisiaction, or | iff with pride, or ympathy, or cuss a littie in a mild or pound my desk and explode in yooud, Old-lashioned, satislying down-e; ernacular. He ha communication between me and the been the principal line people ol the earth, and I am grateful to him, and have dad him so time and agai 1, and man after an, as the job passed down a long line of Cce ive Maiilmen on my route “at change in letters in I have seen a my time. The old art of letter wi ing seems » have died out, and more and more I have noticed that a letter is the mere bones of a ody that might have been breathed full of olor, fragrance, friendliness and satisfac That, of course, is part of our moder: levelopment; the main thing now is to use e fewest possible words, make ourselves lear in the business and file copies for use n ase a lawsuit comes up There sn t much romance in that Kind of! fetter wr ng, and there never can be My mail bag has contained letters and papers and Clippings and DOOKS generally nteresting and colorful and romantic more h to me when taken together, as a cross ection ol the times and a survey ol the ‘parate, Individual human laS a mind to he i Valual mn ring gleamed new \ he r} n the iz gicame ey \ k room might have beer cused u n that wedding rin My i Wi ( ¢ ( t i ea A tr ry na ¥ mid e ¢ ( of the sideboard rhere as tne id ng lain, the elvet. the the i ago she had promised her motner the! t And since, she had made many hat cash payments, but never that one for ‘ And she took the materials out one by ons took out her mother’s workbasket, whic} always stood on the sideboard piled t mending, sat down by the fire and be the hat Her mother and father entered with the loaded tray. Courag came and stood nea — : Jewel, LOOK1 at she was doing, pu ing out his pipe and filling it, and laying it aside, ready for after the meal ‘*We’ll have supper round the fire, sha we?’’ said Mrs. Courage quivering “There's only cheese and some of n ake and the cocoa. Put the kettle on here you, Herbert ie And they Kept glancing at Jews who was intent upon the hat, in her eyes the " " ) 1" ught that presaged an inspiratior I he | } Continued from Page 45 office, or to hang on to the one he has, or to make a showing so he will be promoted, to clutch at an appointment just before he s beaten at the polls: he, too, seldom wants you to think about the good of the nation o the state, or to ask for your help in a worthy cause, or to make it possible for you to find a way out of your own troubles or difficu Ties The former is there with } scheme for making everyone better overnight, ir violation of all Nature’s laws and of the facts ol nistoryv and biolog’ there with h plar ry rt ou mé thing for nothing provided you make a T him ol the metning or negotiable pape s there wit i ean I la a littie impractica the ht end there warning you against somebody sometning ou had no lea Of exposing yoursell to; the jeaious man is there iiraid something you do o iy W een reputation or dizzily erected structure o complacence; the failure is there who want to Know how he can succeed by some n ple process like saying “‘Open sesame!"’ o waving a wand over the black bag ol own incompetence; the beggar is there who is sure your well-known kindliness and ter der heart will prompt you to help him ar his invalid wife take a sea tri; wher you know that they live better than you do and have two grown-up children in the fam who don't seem to be contributing much to this nautical enterprise. They are all there, and thousands more, just as you find them in life, but a little off their guard in letters and much more likely to give themsel ve away through the ve ry + to make out a good case for themselve anxiety they show But that is only one side of The big, busy, royal soul is there who take a minute from his hurried day to tell you t { lat you are doing well at your job, an more power to you! who knews you are rushed and so won't come to see you, or take up your time calling, but who must say that he loves you and wishes you well and will do anythir you want him to do if the occasion arise when you need him. The sincere admire: unable to resist the urge to say that you are appreciated in some quarters, anyhow, and that you have done him good ione there, clumsy with words perhaps, but ¢ ( ( ‘ o n ne iT ( eT ( é r vere Allt t kent ‘ writte ‘ ‘ i he M1 med v} t t t t t ‘ t I 4 ‘ t 0 i I t n \ ) 14 i Vi pape tha get better tne Dor tu t} woo y lien th ' y | Do | | r ) eve ‘ a we \ we ‘ that al make or the | Our te t Ips on Si Ww i we +} f 7 oO ) ew de wit Ve ! we al De F Owe ed it wit eeds came were great nt nad ‘ Na y » e at har i ( ¢ I+ ‘ eWU } + et itt a 1) y wne THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ‘mid Groves and Gardens W ORLANDO Orla ndo Orange County AMBERS FLORIDA

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e same kind of things when I grow up LEwIs L. I am sending : napshot of me and ! ttle ter standing by the sunflowers. If I had a room that was as big as my e for children is i would have it filled om floor to ceiling with that sort of letter, there have been enough of them, and hey are still coming. I never failed to answer them or have them answered, and [ never felt the time was wasted, or the tationery or the trouble. My whole life has been spiced and enriched by my ac uaintance with little folks, and I have ilways felt fortunate in having them for my friends, and happy in their admiration nd confidence and esteem, because they , th are true, they under ove Nature, and they have no re renuine ind and | motives except motives of kindliness and nterest and enthusiasm Kind thoughts and a wish to be of service beget kindness and generosity all the world er, I have found People always felt omehow that I was well disposed toward everyone, and my work spoke for itself, so hat I was early the recipient of thousands of the most sincere and friendly letters. It doubtful! if more than one-tenth of one per cent of the correspondents ever reached Santa Rosa or the gardens, yet many of them wrote now and again over a long period of years. As time went on and my yusiness activities, of a very diversified t, waxed great, the notes from old friends, only known through the agency of the mailman yet ne ertheless dear to me nd usually re ognized before the « nvelopes vere opened, were thankfully received and A River of Letters j friends of mine, trange and fascinating corners of the obe thavetwoscer iy hooks full of picture ards that some of them sent me as they went, so that I got a breath of air and raveied, too, thes mpse of beauty from every land through and thoughtfulness. To me many of their names are more familiar than the names of my own neighbors in Santa Rosa; | learned their characters and dis positions and interests through their letters and notes to me. I could tell which man was inclined to a short temper, which to an vergenerous heart, which to a love of art | music, which to a cool and businesslike fe, which to sent sentimentality. { vow | could tell you more about many of my correspondents than you could tell ment, and which to gusning out any but your intimates, because a m friend puts himself down, in the end, pretty clearly on paper and raw 1 picture of h mself for the cerning to see even though he may be writing only of external t ! I carcely mention neern of these distant riends over my health was always hing ana warming tome. After i while I began to be watched by he newspapers, and a bad cold in the head would get me as much space the troduction of a new fruit estined to bring blessing and profit usand years. | uriosity about me-—-my hab- my eating, my home life, my t rr icne ind had e result of bringing to me rivers of ‘ I find tl y going through é espondence hastily I can al- most reconstruct the storv of mv i that the re brought to mind innumerabie incidents and . nesse nd trifling business matte hat I e myst nee tte Thus, along about 1894 and there- i ha * th n meé epi ind re Y { TY © le é ot those i ore ‘ t or me fering remedie t smart enough to ng over me stages of coll ariety of cures! If I 1 one-half of them | would have despoiled the back room of th« local pharmacy; if I had experimented with any considerable proportion of the remedies proposed for sleeplessness I would have been up all night putting myself to sleep. And as for diets, there is no hotel in the land that would not have been ruined in a week had I dropped in there as a guest and begun to order the variety of food prescribed for me by my anxious friends A Stumper for a Solomon My mail bag was a curious medley of voices from the outside world. Almost everyone wanted something in the hum- blest and most thoughtful way usually, and with no intention of being a nuisance or causing me vexation or trouble. Often, of course, they wanted impossible things I don’t know why they should have thought that I was a combination of King Solomon, Cambridge University and an encyclo- pedia, but apparently they did. From one mail, chosen at random, I glean the follow- ing: [ trust that I may write you concerning a peach tree grown in my back yard. This e, but it is unusual for a natural tree, and those who have tasted the fruit pronounce it exceptional. If it is true, I should like to make it profita- ble to me and to society, but 1 am unfa miliar with methods of determining the may be of no consequer quality of the fruit or for commercializing it. Therefore | am sending you a can of the fruit and a few twigs which are commencing to bud Approximately what might be the value of such atree? Should it be sold outright to a nursery, and what steps would one tak« to prove the value to a nurseryman, and when proved, to sell it? I shall be very anxious to hear the result ation of the fruit of your anali That was a stumper, because the fruit was canned and there was little about it to distinguish it from other peaches; more over, the twigs died on the way, SO my “analization”’ didn’t get very far. But at any rate this query was in my own lineand I could reply with a show of intelligence. What we used to call “‘cranks’’ swarmed to me through my mail bag. If you had plenty of time and patience you could get a certain amount of amusement trying to make out what it was they were talking about--and sometimes you succeeded. It was as fascinating as the cross-word puzzl and only a little more difficult THE SATURDAY EVENING POST I the heavy, substantial-looking, impressive stationery that foreigners commonly use. 1 am accused of putting a good many letters into the safe just because of the looks of them. And this was one. It came in a big white envelope, with a seal and a whole collection of Austrian stamps on it, and was addressed To Mr. One day received a letter written on BURBANK Botanist and Scientific Planter, U. S. Nordamerika The mailmen had made a good guess on that vague direction, and here was the let ter in my hand, reading thus: Dear Mr. Burbank: J got your address from a friend of mine and should like to ask of you a favor. Having since some years a fancy in growing cactus plants in hot houses, J will start now in a greater style and secured already land and hothouses. For the beginning J need some seeds of the adhering list, altogether about.200 grams, which you may mail by sample without value. Later, if J come more in business, J intend to import by your help whole plants You may be convinced that J will cover all the expenses you may have. In the hope that you will trust me and do me the favor, J remain with the kindest greetings Friendly Tokens That letter was the beginning of a pleasant friendship and some small profit on both sides, | hope. The next started generally and ended up particularly—a characteristic I observed in many letters of this nature. It ran: For years in Norway, my native country, I taught Natural History. I love animals and | admire and wonder about plants True, we do not appreciate them as w ought to, was my thought then, as it still is They are able to teach us all about a beau tiful life, but most people do not learn their language. What they miss by that they never will even know And now, my old soul wants your sun shining on it, Dear Mr. Burbank. Would you please let your secretary kindly tell m« if there would be any possibility for me to get any kind of work in or around Santa Rosa? That was what it was all leading up to And yet, on second thought, perhaps I am doing the writer an injustice. It was a kindly letter, well meant and well written; and although I wasn’t able to help the writer, I felt a little warm around the heart, : hy I'm sure, by the interest shown and the Luther Burbank, Thomas A. Edison and Henry Ford in 1915 December 4, 1926 confidence she had in me, whom she had never seen and or ly vaguely heard ol per haps. There was always at least one present, large or small, most of them sent without any hope of return or expectation of reward or reciprocation of any sort It was em barrassing at times, yet plainly these peo ple, whom I have never known at ; actuated by generous and kind; in sending things tome. There was a pack age and a letter in this typical mail bag I am writing of. The letter read , were motive I have long been ar admirer of your suc cessful work, and as a small token of my esteem I am forwarding a box of my candy, which I trust reaches you in good condition. My parents came from Germany many years ago, where my father learned the confectioner’s art. I was born in the bu ness and like yourself have tried always to impreve my work I trust you will accept this small gift wit! the feeling it comes from a friend There was a feeling of brotherhood ir that statement of his that he also had ways tried to make his work better—and the family assured me that he had su ceeded after the sample had been passed around and tested by experts there present An Oregon man’s letter came next I have been particularly interested ir what is known locally as the willow herb, that grows here along streams, in the oper woods, and especially in bur It abundant that it crowds out the grasses and is hard toeradicate. It would be a big thing if it could be crossed with something to make it a useful plant, and I have bee wondering if any cross would be possible that would develop for commercial use tl abundant silky fibers that cover the se¢ capsule I trust that I may he I on th ibiect One Question I Could Answer It was agood thought, and though I did not have time to go into the experiment, I have no doubt that the writer was a mat telligence and that there was the gern idea somewhere in his que such beginnings that most of our great d coveries have been made and most of ou important improvements have sprung, ar I was never too busy to encour: who took time to think for themsel ve who showed an interest in Nature and he gifts to man The day wouldn't have been complet without something like tl Are you available for an address before our annual Teachers’ Convention? Ws would make our dates suit your cor venience and would like to formed as to your preference a subject) and charge. I could answer that without he tation. I almost never mad l dresses [ ne { elf n home, I had no preferences a subject as long as tney would tet someone else do tne recturing and my usual charge was a million dolla an hour, which was the least I woul take for subjecting myself to the agony ol standing up be ( iud ence and tr\ ing to remer \ was my W had suggested i sa So there wa ime ive ¢ re} to , Back on my ow ¢ Dear Mr. B Che cattlemer is country have all gone broke 1account Of a weed It has occurred to me t possibly you might be able to he them get rid of the weed This weed, or ‘lo oO causes the cattle and horss at « t to go crazy. They will eat it wher Continued on Page 131

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oa | = aa Sa ae ee THE SATURDAY EVENING POST vom the light socket is smooth silent power— ermanent and infallible Over 700,000 radio receivers are today equipped with Balkite light socket Radio Power Units. In the ease of operation which it brings, Balkite, providing radio power to either or both circuits at the turn of a switch, has been one of the greatest contributors to the advance of the radio art. Originally purchased because of their conven- ience, Balkite Radio Power Units Likewise the first Balkite “B,” purchased over 3 years ago, is still rendering satisfactory service and will do so for years to come. To our knowledge not one of 75,000 Balkite “B”s has ever worn out. It is during the third and fourth year that the long-run economy of Balkite becomes evident. Finally, Balkite Radio Power Units are unfailing ‘in operation. The Balkite princi- have become really popular be- cause of performance in the ple of Electrolytic Rectification is one of the most important de- hands of their owners. WALTER DAMROSCH velopments in the entire power Balkite Radio Power Units pow field. In radio it has led to the are noiseless. They have no hum. New YORK SYMPHONY development of the first charger They convert the alternating current of your lighting circuit into the silent direct current es- sential for radio reception. Every other Saturday night a sym- ; ) s ) phony concert. On alternate Satur- that could be used during re- ception, trickle charging as now commonly known, the first pop- ular light socket “B,” and now Balkite Radio Power Units days one of Mr. Damrosch’s popular the new BalkiteCombination. In i . piano recitals on the great Wagner -— ee oe i — unvarying in outpuy, Once Music Dramas. Over stations: WEAF, other industries it is used w her installed, they deliver exactly WEEI, WGR, WFI, WCAE, WSAI, ever power must be infallible— the current required by your WEARS, SP WON, WCCO, Ra, in the signal systems of railroads, WDAF, WOC. Balkite hour, 9 p. m., a : ' set, no more, no less. They have Eastern Standard Time. lighting systems of hospitals, nothing to adjust or fluctuate, emergency power systems of all and no dials to complicate tuning. Again, Balkite Radio Power Units are permanent pieces of equipment. They have nothing to wear out, replace, recharge or renew. They employ no tubes. They require no other attention than the infrequent addition of water. They are built to conform to the Underwriters’ requirements. Many of the first Balkite Chargers, purchased over 4 years ago, are still in use. kinds. The Balkite equipment here selected to protect the public is the same used to provide power to your radio set. Add one of the Balkite chargers and Balkite “B” to your set now. Or add the new Balkite Combination. Either way will give you the last word in radio con- venience and economy and full, silent, unfailing power from the light socket. Ask your dealer. FANSTEEL PRODUCTS COMPANY, Incorporated, North Chicago, Illinois Licensees for Germany: Siemens & Halske, A. G. Wernerwerk M Siemensstadt, Berlin Sole Licensees in the United Kingdom Messrs. Radio Accessories Ltd., 9-13 Hythe Rd Willesden, London, N. W. 10 Balkite Light Socket Operation

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST « IGHT SPOTS” are frequent for the driver. Fluttering pulse, jaded nerves and tired mus- cles are a constant menace. Sudden jams demand instant alertness, action quicker than thought. It is then that the driver of a Stabilated car appreciates the full value of his Stabilators: Physically relaxed and therefore mentally alert—his rested nerves and muscles in- stantly jump into action—respond at once to the emergency with accurate, decisive judgment. Then, as never before, he appreciates the practical value of relaxed motoring—treedom from the exhaust- ing tension of constant preparedness against sudden, violent thrusts of spring recoil. In a Stabilared car you come to know that every recoil, mild or violent, is controlled by a counter- force exactly in proportion to the recoil force. You know you can relax in perfect confidence. And you do. JOHN WARREN WATSON COMPANY TWENTY-FOURTH AND LOCUST STS., PHILADELPHIA HERE are few games which have the swift, direct action that hockey knows. There are few games where the tide of battle changes with such dramatic suddenness. This has made hockey one of the most popular of all the winter sports. But few know the heavy strain upon both teams where one slight mistake by the goal tender may mean defeat. One of the most famous of the goal tenders admits that he uses every possible second for relaxation in order to meet the nervous tension which he knows will soon follow. They may be bombard- ing his goal at any second and without this nerve rest he would soon be a useless wreck. The fluttering pulse is no help for a tight spot in this game. ratte SRE Such pre-eminent cars as Relaxation is possible only when you know Cadillac Chrysler that mo force can throw you. The only way Duesenberg Franklin to prevent any force from throwing you is to Isotta Fraschini Jordan resist each force in keeping with its magnitude McFarlan Nash And right there you have the Stabilator prin- Pa eee Peerless ciple. This Stabilator principle is patented— Stearns-Knight Studet and Watson Stabilators enjoy complete, sole Srutz and exclusive license under these patents laxed motoring December 4, 1926 LAX tudebaker Willys-Knight are standard equipped to give you re-

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Continued from Page 126 tisgreen or dry. But it affects them wors« when they eat it dry. It grows during the fall, winter and early t spring, then it drysup. It resembles alfa some and they tell me that it belongs to the same family. If you are interested to study this weed to see if you can find something that will kill it or find some way to improve so that cattle can eat it as a food, I would like to hear from you a = em a ee ae I had previously made some investiga- tion of this loco weed and had given two or three Western experiment stations hints as a to possible methods of procedure, but I had ty to leave it to them to carry out the project As a matter of fact, it looks pretty hopeless to me. You see, when you have a weed or a varmint or a family of men that has run to seed for a long time and has been poi sonous and noxious and dangerous, you have fixed those qualities in the heredity firmly, and it would take more than a gen j eration or two to improve them and to make them useful and ornamental and law abid ng Loco Weeds of Literature loco weed and the poison oak and the weasel and the ground squirrel and the confirmed thief are developments, not acc I dents. You can’t put the blame on the in- dividual, and you can’t do very much to change the individual unless you take him \j young and give him an entirely different en vironment and work with him and train | him and be ready to put a barbed-wire ) fence around him if he shows breaking off the reservation The } f signs ol again. We have loco weed in our books, as well as on our prairies, that would be better rooted ly out and burned, but we have let them go on | growing up there, and we have encouraged them and given them a chance, and now we | can't turn around in a day and suppress the sex stories and eliminate the sensation from our newspapers and expurgate our vicious novels by a simple wave of the hand. The loco weed looks good to eat, and the sug tand, but both of them are dece cause the consumer to go off his head. It is ing and going to be a job to get rid of either one of the weeds, but some day we sl all take hold manfully and do it, whether by grafting ir ome better stock or by rolling up our 4 sleeves and burning out the whole infested | i gestive novel shows off well on the news | ; i] Li area to the grass roots. The dearest treasures the mail bag con / tained were letters from tried and true friends, some of whom, like the late Judge S. F. Leib, of San José and Dr. David Starr Jordan, president emeritus of Leland Stan- Junior, University, wrote frequently ind also often, and I visited them, and whom came once or twice and wrote very little and rarely, but who were always to be counted on as loyal } and affectionate. Such men as Thomas Edison, Henry Ford, Ignace Paderewski, Dr. Hugo de Vries, Albert, King of Belgium, and many more were my brothers; Madam AQ Phoebe Hearst was an interested and gen- if erous friend, and would have given me half ‘ of anything she had, she said, if I needed it. ’ Such friendships are in themselves sufficient I atisfaction and reward to a man. They make wealth unnecessary, fame idle, and the blandishments of a careless world empty Those folks rang my doorbell, and with them I walked through my gardens. What talk about? What did they say? I don’t remember. Only in their friend ship and their affection were they different from the thousands of others who came They were as interested and absorbed in ford visited me some of y} did we the work that they saw going on and in the \ results of that work in bed and greenhouse i } and orchard row as—well, as the children HK who came. Because in Nature’s presence we are all children, nothing more, and iy honors and names and purses lose their sig nificance and importance and are forgotten, and only the awe and marvel in our hearts remal! THE SATURDAY My doorbell gave me ontact wit u! great, the wise, the mighty; it brought me fave to face with the beautiful and enchant ng women of my day; it called me to speal to little children it swer the questions of the curious, the ¢ the modest, the bold, the amateur and the scientist, the teacher and the pupil, the greatest and— Harry Lauder! A lean, one day, and when I summoned me to a! ager bores reation brown man rang that doorb« answered it he told me more I sup or microscopes or but from liv catching them, watching them, trall he was a snake specialist. He knew about snakes than any man living not from laboratory exarnination with them making pets of them new species ol pose; DOOKS He was on the he said, of a snake-—and there hadn’t been a new species discovered I think he said, in twenty years. He was he got much out of me because I, on the other hand, was so interested in his snakes! In leaving he said I would hear from him and just the other day I did. He had found with my permission, for me! I have had from schools his new snake, and was going to name it many things named for me to pickaninnies—but I am as proud of the Burbank Silver Boa snake as of on my list anything 4 sun-burned man came one day with a pack on his back and his shoes worn through, and carrying in | hand a very handsome lily plant. He was a clerk, he aid, in ill health and taking a As he had litth cided to travel afoot; he had Way up into there had discovered this | to him, and he thought, he told me, of an old lady living in miles from where the flower was found, had once been kind to him and who loved tion. money he had de from and yone Oregon It was new San Francisco San Diego, a thousand who He would take it to her, he de- But not flowers. s cided, walking the whole distance when he tried he found that go into his pack without danger of killing t would it, so he was carrying it from Oregon to San Diego—a thousand miles of hill and plain, mountain and wast n his hand! Hie had stopped and rung my doorbell to ask me what the | and when I told him it ia and very frail was, . eth) and beautiful Darling I thought he Was a rare would cry for joy Popular With Both Sexes There was a great ringing of the bell once but the ringer seemed to lose heart and b« come frightened, for when I went to answer I found her halfway out on the porch, look ing pretty shy. It was a little girl on way to school, and behind her was a group of them “Hello!” I committee ¢ The others looked at the first spokesman. She colored and hemmed and hawed, but finally she got at the matter said in my doorway “Is this a “ She was “The boys won't let us cross the street gaining she said, some confidence as ne went. ‘‘So we told them we Mr. Burbank on them.’ That was it. I put on my severest face, led them out the gate, frowned at the boys and piloted the little group of timid maid- ens When I returned, the Was I going to turn d come and tell over boys watched me closely and rend them, or was | going to lecturs or was I going to call the police I said, “‘It is fun to hear girls squ isn’t it, boys? But why don’t you pick on some of the big girl They went away, would Children are always ringing my door! and I think it gives off a more tinkling and is next time whooping that they merry peal to their touch than to that of any sober sided tailored princeling or learned professor yraybeara or The people who bring strange or plants to my door might surprise you is the number that have come asking me to prescribe for sick plants, and often bringing the patient are numerous; what Those who EVENING POST eet Stain ut dAdo ce COME TO iS heiet pas at ec Aeee) HAVANA neip them, w r " ‘ ae , experime | A ‘ time, ¢t ig! the te Ve ai yme ‘ ‘ uY ' ntain wome . are ‘ with the na A ‘ the nd rughenec vit &xquisile9sle wre pt int intima tou, cor ant of ‘Delight sw, i Wa ed, and yme ( I st in hour t sit and te to t r their homes and the t r ¢ a neiped tf them ere here e two st ¢ ‘ Z nr ellaneo sitors that r them, of jurse, but t t eg “ ¢ old at home. “I couldn't leave R j without being etosay that | w Lut y Burba one of them; the ot I've come a long way to see Luthe { Dank That last wa i st t temé ‘ int ou examined it. I felt so Ig Cr about not g g a minute t ' A, : party that had come a gw t ee me - int ance. I f i that 9 wa was a ke to be the t mile from San Francisco as it w ‘ ‘ t isand from Australia nd alte t nad t pe ir eSSE somet} yr ¢ than the ‘ mme ir ‘ ur . . t Paderewski in the Home Pert ip tne sito Ww » a e en i A rassed me most—though I tried never to et them see it have been the young ladic who have brought me their beaus fo spection bel t aying ye rno to the tate ful question. I don’t know where I got the . , Hd reputation of being an infallible idge of ! prospective husbands, though it was prol ably by word of mouth, the new pread ng among girls of marriageable age wit! in amazing speed lL dor ” eit whether what I } ( } eve . 1 { couraged from go ead with the estment I’mir ‘ t { fe) the other hand, if | admit that the spe men trotted out seems to measure up tom lea of a running mate tor doubie-harne turnouts, | am immediate voted the greatest man in the worid, and the smart est d in due courst me an ire to Cuba is only 901 f \ nave i Da named rer t that the t can t er me with re gard to the fitness of t yy é did not disco re ( I yu —— a — a ~ motne ind somewnere nthe w aa there a giri tot ya 1 eve \ - goes the unwieldy ha , P y, though I certainly hope she es m iron espo t t the r of the name, or else ha ng ecided to call hersell \ ! Ou ae ol ne mer ive nd scientists and lrance agent the } these re typ ion e home n Santa Rosa. Thousand ‘ me who have not rung the doc ri but who have walked about the ard ‘ the treet and looked in ‘ e fe v } I built low o that the 1 sec ere W to se¢ Mo ther ‘ but there wa time whe i eve ear were t, but w in ( me ¢ text or me ex ‘ t i » me to the me me tne re ime ire meé ice tot ] ‘ i put re t en I i | 1d t they i t ew at so mucl r ‘ After t eemed le x é i ere I get t "A ] ' thoug! he tere ‘ } eart ‘ The e that ’ im ite to each V tor W mear “@ average of an hour a day, and that an | a day would be about three wor ng da 7 we out of each montt na place where eve minute yint na ne he ‘ “

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HE FRENCH--most fastidious in their choice of foods—and the Germans may still differ as to the occ upation of the Rhineland, but they are becoming one in their praise ind love of a famous dish—healthful, tasteful, economical Sauerkraut. And who can foretell what differences this food may finally overcome? , Sauerkraut, whose sales are increas- ing everywhere, is gaining, in fact, a distinct place in French Medical lit- itier, M. D., member of the In- titute and the (Paris) Academy of Medicine ot the Paris Faculty of Medi- » works have been translated into many tongues, in his “Diet for the Healthy Man and the Sick” 1 Protessor , calls cabbage a “precious egetable”; declares Sauerkraut easily digest- le and recommends it in the diet for sugar usiastic is Doctor F. Cayla, time chief of the Clinic of the Medi An c jually enth 1 Faculty of the University of Bordeaux, Frat who proclaims Sauerkraut “appetiz- healthful and nourishing”. It should ored place, he adds, on the tables others esides the Teutons. Dr. Marcel I bbé, former professor in the ty of Medicine of Paris and director of t Charity Hospital of that city, in his tious Diet”, als pays his tribute to the ot cabbage and Sauerkraut as foods. \vgreei with Metchnikoff long the head f the Pasteur Institute, these French experts yw that Sauerkraut is rich in vitamines it ! ils so necessary to bodily th and stre th, and that its lactic fer nts tend to keep the intestinal tract free trom disease producing germs. But Sauerkraut is a delicious, wholesome, cculent and economical dish as well. It is vithin the reach of every purse. Send tor Sauerkraut as a Health Food”. not only gives you the scientific ynderful food, but it tells of serving it out this Ww Will Serve 4 to 6 Persons 15 Cents Worth of Sauerkraut NAL KRAUT PACKERS \ AT Clyde, Ohi Send for this Interesting Booklet FREE SS ee ee Oe ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee § The National Kraut Packers’ Association § Clyde, Ohio ” Peewee ee ee teeeaeaeae nee eee ee | strength will permit of any additional | strain on a body that has been driven at just about its highest speed constantly for sixty years. I do enjoy laying off for a little while when some people come by. Ignace Pade- rewski stayed with me several times, and his fine, sensitive nature and his breadth of experience gave him a background for a pleasant, a delightful friendship with me. He was never on his guard or being shown off when he was here, and he felt it and ap- preciated it. He played, too, though not in his concert style, but plainly and sim- ply, little old-fashioned songs and pieces he knew I would understand and enjoy, and never too much, but usually too little. Schumann-Heink, that great-hearted woman, who loved all the children of the world as she loved her own, was my guest, ‘he great Melba came my way, and a dozen others whose names are written on my heart in gratitude to them for their interest and friendliness. Edison and Ford at Santa Rosa Thomas Edison I met in Sacramento when he came to California to visit the Exposition.- I had been invited to go to Sacramento to meet him; he and Henry Ford were traveling in the same party, and it was a great conclave for me. Just a little while ago I had a letter from a man who saw that meeting; it is more ex- pressive than anything I can write of it, so ' am going to quote from the letter. He wrote: I don’t think you know when it was I first saw you. I was working for the rail- road at Sacramento, and I heard that Edi- son and a party were coming through and would stop over for a while. When I went out to see the sights some- one told me Luther Burbank was coming, too, to meet Edison's party and Henry Ford, so I went back to the despatcher and I said: ‘‘ You'd better step out here a min- ute, because you are going to see something you will never see in your life again—the three biggest men in America, all at once.” He was very busy, but he went with me and we stayed for twenty minutes. I saw you meet Edison and he put an arm around you, then you met Ford. You had a little talk, then Ford talked to Mr. Edison. Every once in a while Edison would lean over to his wife, because he was very deaf, you remember, and he would holler out: ‘What did he say, mother?” Then she would tell him and he would laugh and then you would all have a good laugh. it was certainly a treat for the railroad boys and the crowd, and | remember think- ing then that the big men were the simplest and plainest and pleasantest, if you could see them actually in the flesh; there was no buncombe or show or pretense, but just three fellows glad to meet and having a nice time about it. I will never forget it, and I guess none of us will that saw you. Pretty soon the conductor signaled, and you all went off together, and the last thing I saw, you and Edison were arm in arm in the car talking away, with Edison bending down and holding his hand to his ear to make out what you had to say, and anxious not to miss a word. Edison and Ford and their party came out to the Santa Rosa gardens a few days later and we had a grand reunion. They wanted to know everything about the flowers and the plans and the program, and Edison was particularly quick to see beauty and catch the vision of what was being done and attempted. Henry Ford was just as enthusiastic, but he saw a different angle of the gardens. He wanted to know what was being done to increase production and THE SATURDAY EVENING POST develop new possibilities in plants; he has the longest view into the future of any man I have encountered out of the business world of my time. The ladies said we acted like three schoolboys, but we didn’t care. We were having a fine time. Dr. David Starr Jordan and Hugo de Vries, were the most interesting scientists I have encountered in a long experience with that class, though there have been others that I enjoyed enormously, many of them foreigners, with difficult English or none at all, and yet whom I could understand and who understood me because, with our botanical names for things and with signs and a common interest and concern, we were able to walk through the gardens and talk Nature’s language without the slight- est difficulty. My plants went to all parts of the world with these visitors, and my notions of method and technic were given wide dissemination through them. At the same time I learned from all of them and was helped by all of them and found friends and collaborators in all of them. Dear John Burroughs was an intimate and crony of mine long before we met or exchanged a line of writing; I looked for- ward to his visit, when the time came, with the keenest pleasure and delight, and I was not disappointed. We just chinned and chinned and romanced and laughed and exaggerated to each other by the hour, and when he went away I promised to name a strawberry for him. But a long time after- ward I wrote him that I had produced a quantity of fine strawberries and had never found one I thought sufficiently admirable and incomparable to send into the world with‘his honored name. Then, before I was satisfied, he died, and I lost a friend and the world lost one of its richest treasures. I am still hoping to find a fruit or a flower I think worthy of that name of his, and if I do I shall honor myself more than him in borrowing the use of it. John Muir and Jack London were neigh- bors of mine, in a sense; Muir lived outside of Oakland and the great story-teller lived We did not bother each other, we three, but we visited now and again. Muir was a sturdy, powerful oak of a man, with a broad view of life and a marvelous sympathy; Jack London was a big healthy boy with a taste for serious things, but never cynical, never bitter, al ways good-humored and humorous, as I saw him, and with fingers and heart equally sensitive when he was in my gardens. just over the hills All Sorts of Celebrities It was a long time ago that I discovered that newspapermen and press agents were fond of using me as a stalking horse to get space for pet enterprises or individuals of their own, and once or twice I had to shut down pretty smartly on this sort of ex- ploitation. But when it was all part of the game of life | didn’t mind so much; I sup- pose it is to publicity promoters that I owe many of the visits I have had from celeb- rities in their own fields, who would not likely have visited an old crank like me from choice. But when they come we usually get along famously; there have been a number of motion-picture stars and a crowd of athletes and young folks famous in sports, and better known to the average American than any vice president who ever presided over the Senate. I have found them healthy, clean-minded, likable young- I don’t know of any finer influence on our life than the influence of play, and as long as it is indulged for the sake of the sport and the healthy rivalry and the fun there is in it, any good player is a credit to game and public alike. It’s too bad they fall into the hands of the money makers, but they do, and probably always will. They don’t last long there, though; sters; soon December 4,1926 they lose their drawing power at the gate and their promoters and managers and fair weather friends drop away and they sink back into oblivion and are forgotten; while the names of men and women who have played for the team or the college or the society or the city, just for fun and for pride and pleasure, are written in gold on the hearts of those they have represented and who will never forget them or their prowess When I ponder the roll of those who have been here, I am filled with happy memories and each name recalls some characteristic or anecdote or friendly tilt that warms my heart. Dr. O. F. Cook, of the Department of Agriculture, with his keen, incisive mind, Dr. William Rainey Harper, first president of Chicago University, who was so quiet, seldom speaking, but listening with the liveliest appreciation and suddenly putting in a word or a phrase that showed he was half a mile ahead of the rest of us; Arrhenius, the Swedish physicist, ever on the alert for the causes and tendencies of things, whether they were atoms, plants or planets; Winthrop John Vanleuren Oster hout, who was then with the University of California and later went to Harvard, one of the best-equipped men I ever knew on the subject of behavior in the plant world Svante From the Album of Memories But they were not all scholars, these men I remember so kindly. W. C. Edes, the civil engineer, had moved mountains and built lakes; when I saw him last he was about to span Alaska with a railroad, and no living man was better equipped to tackle that job. of Theodore Roosevelt, was my friend and Jacob Riis, friend and associate associate as soon as we got on the subject of children, for whom he did so much James Bryce, the eminent historian and England’s most famous ambassador to Washington, was perhaps as well posted a man as ever came my way, but I think I derived keenest pleasure from the smooth, suave, Elbert Hubbard, who could say things in such a new way us to ma sit up straight. And in more recent year I enjoyed a warm friendship with Henry T Finck, the New York musical critic turned garden expert and wrote a delight ipject tening to pungent ce a person who ful and valuable book on the s Famous and _ illustriou come, too—authors, musician educators —and ‘ome be cause they were charming and interesting and because, perhaps more than most men, for tlower women have actresse have been wel they have a keen natural love Annie Laurie, the newspaper woman, Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Harri Glyn and scores more have come to my doorbell and made me happier and better from having a few minutes’ chat with them. Of all these the one I am least likely to forget has been a recent caller I had been interested in the amazing strug gle against an apparently insurmountable physical disability made by Helen Keller, and you may be sure that I welcomed her to my home and gardens when she just a few months ago, with the greatest joy We were instantly friends. We understood each other, and I saw through her fingers as much as she saw through my eyes. I have taken a few random pictures from the album of my memory of have come to me and walked with me in my gardens. They have inspired me, helped me, strengthened me when I was discou T Corra Ilinor or years lor yea came, itors who aged, appreciated my work more than it deserved; they have been to me what friends are always and everywhere — the most beautiful gift of life to us, at once the easiest to win and the most costly to lost Editor’s Note—This is the eighth of a series of articles by Mr. Burbank and Mr. Ha Th xt will appear in an early tssuc

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‘I have been thinking things over,” I ‘‘and I have decided I am not I have too many bad habits, repeated, worthy of you such as smoking.” In my opinion, Alois, smoking is not a bad habit. A manly man generally smokes, and I am one of those women who like the smell of a pipe.” “That is too bad,”’ I said, ‘‘ because I am giving up my pipe for cigarettes because | need a kick out of my tobacco.” “How lucky, Alois; because personally I prefer cigarettes. We can smoke them together. 1 smoked a little last winter when my girl friend was visiting me, and I liked it.” “1 cannot stand a woman who smokes,” 1 said coldly. “It does not make any real difference to me, Alois. J will willingly give it up if you You know my one ambition in life is to please you.” Gentlemen, I am not going to describe the scene of the next few minutes. I will merely state that, as politely as possible, I told her that all was over between us and that I would send back her letters the next lay. I donot enjoy causing pain and it was disagreeable to me to see the way she took this information. But I can simply report that once I was away from the Kobus resi- dence I felt so light-hearted I wanted to go dancing down the street. i went to bed full of new hope and woke in the morning the same as if a stone had been rolled off my heart. The birds were singing, the sun was coming in through the window, and I could not help thinking of a little yirl I had seen on Oak Street. “ Now that [ am my own boss again,” I told myself, “T will look up that little girl and get ac- juainted, what some Spiritual Jiujitsu can do to give her an interest in life. Let me see what the book says.” With these words, and raising myself up in bed, I started to look for the book. One minute gentlemen, I sank back in bed with a gasp, crushed by a horrible and say so and see hater, growing suspicion The evening before, previous to calling on Miss Kobus, I had, at the entrance of my brother-in-law, hurriedly shoved your invaluable volume into my right-hand coat pocket Now I perceived that the pocket was empty and that the Sealed Secrets of the Art of Wooing to Win had disappeared. mt wis one supreme bound, gentlemen, I was out of bed, and had begun a minute search of every place in the room where your volume might be located. But I could not help remember- ing that the last time I had seen it had been when shoving it into my coat pocket as described; and I had no memory of remov- ing it from that place. Dressing in a hurry and without even waiting to shave, I started out on the trail, and I will admit frankly, gentlemen, that, though sincerely moved by a desire to re- cover your invaluable volume for myself, I was also sincerely moved by a desire to keep anyone else from finding it. This was not only because I had my name in it, and hence, if any of my friends found it, I would never hear last of same but also be- cause of certain entries already mentioned. August 18 I had neted ppposite the date: ‘Tried to get C. to say she loved me, through intensive use of Sealed invaluable t For instance, on Secret Number One. Success crowned ef- forts.” And I knew that if any of the DOyS ever found this I would be kidded to death. What is the matter, Al?” asked Bernie Woods, who met me on the street. “By some blonde had ’ your looks I would say been talking harshly to you.’ ‘Nothing is the matter,”’ I replied, with an effort at a merry laugh. “Stop laughing like that,” said Bernie, “‘and try rubbing a rusty nail on a saw; it will sound better. And then follow my lead and never have anything to do with any of them. Personally I am off them for life, and could not become interested in a girl even if she had certificates showing she was the Queen of Sheba.” Well, that was exactly the way I felt. And the longer I looked for your invaluable volume without finding it, the more I felt that way. And as often as I thought of the possibility that Miss Kobus had perhaps playfully taken it out of my pocket I shiv- ered practically like a leaf. I returned home unsuccessful and feeling the same as if I was going to be sick. ““There’s a package here for you,”’ said my sister in her usual! Sunday morning voice. “What is it?” I asked. Tt” “IT am no X-ray machine,” she said, cuff- ing my little nephew and then beginning to wash his ears with intensity, “‘and I am not a private detective agency either. Some- body dropped it inside the front door.” As I had suspected, the package, with my name printed on the outside, contained your Supreme Revelation Book entitled Matrimos, but there was nothing about the volume to indicate who had found and re- turned same. Gentlemen, I was worried in the full meaning of the term. The night before, as stated, I had decided to send Miss Kobus her letters by mail. Now I knew there was no way out except for me to see her again, and if she was the party responsible for the return of the book, to explain to her in some smooth way how Bernie Wood had given me your invaluable volume for a joke, or something to that effect. I was about to call her up and make a date, when the tele- phone rang and Mrs. Kobus, her aunt, in her usual brisk voice asked me if I could call at two o’clock that afternoon. She said she was speaking for Clara, who was at church and who had tried to get me earlier in the morning, but without success. I will not have to explain why I said I would be there, and you can probably un- derstand my emotions as at.1: 45 I rang the doorbell at 314 Maple Street. ‘Hello, Alois.”’ “Hello, Clara.’ “How is everything, Alois?”’ “Who brought “Everything is O. K., Clara. How is everything with you?” “Everything is just fine, Alois. Won't you come in and sit down?” At first I was afraid that the painful conversation of the night before would have to be repeated, but such was not the case, as Miss Kobus immediately produced a packet of letters, with the words, “‘ These belong to you, Alois. I have one or two more, but I will give them to you later when I can bear to part with them.” “That is all right, Clara,’’ I said in a kind voice. ‘Keep them as long as you want to. I hope you will always feel that you have got a good friend in me, and be- fore we say good-by I would like to ask you a question.” **Ask me as many questions as you like, Alois.” “There is just one. Last night did I leave anything behind me?” As I said this I looked at her closely to see if she would change color. She did not. Her eyes merely opened very wide as she responded, ‘‘Why, no, Alois. Did you lose something? What was it?” **A book,” I replied shortly. ““What was its name, Alois? Since there was nothing to be gained by revealing the title, I said, “I have forgotten the name, but it is of no importance. Let us talk about something else, because I am afraid it is about time for me to go.” She looked me straight in the eye as she said, ‘‘ No, nothing was found here, Alois nothing. And I am sure you don’t suspect me of telling you an untruth.” “No,” I said, “I do not.”” And this was the simple truth, as I had always found her ” THE SATURDAY EVENING POST SEALED SECRETS (Continued from Page 23 unusually scrupulous about always sticking to the facts in the case. “Well, then, Alois, since this is our part- ing I have a last favor to ask of you, and please believe me when I say it will mean a great deal to me. | want you to take one last walk by my side as far as the Maple Street Bridge where we used to walk. Do you remember, Alois?” Sick at heart, but with no desire to be disobliging, and considering this was to be our last interview, I said “‘ All right, Clara,” and we started. The Maple Street Bridge, gentlemen, is probably not different from your bridges in New York, in case you have same. A roadway runs in the center, with a side- walk on each side. An iron-pipe fence pre- vents foot passengers from falling over, and on the other side of this fence the sidewalk extends a couple of feet; then there is a twenty-foot drop to the river below. We had walked to the middle of the bridge when, catching my arm, Miss Kobus said, “‘Look, Alois, 1 have dropped my best hand- kerchief.”’ Looking as requested, I noticed her hand- kerchief outside the railing and outside the sidewalk extension, on the projecting end of a stringer. “That is too bad,” I said. “Oh, Alois, won’t you try to get it for me?” I had reached my cane between the railings when she stopped me with the words: “No, no, Alois. It is real lace and the end of the cane might tear it.” Thinking that this was probably the last favor she would ever ask of me, I decided to do what she evidently wanted me to do, and with a few quick movements climbed over the railing to the outside and stooped down to gather up the handkerchief. Gentlemen, I had hardly got it into my hands when I felt a terrific sharp jab in my ribs. ‘Hey, there,” I said, ‘‘ what do you think you are doing?” On the safe side of the iron fence Miss Kobus was standing, in her hands my cane, and on her face an expression that beat anything I have ever seen on my sis- ter’s face, even on the occasion when the twins pulled over the tea table. “Jump,” she said in a hoarse whisper, meanwhile jabbing me again. Then, lifting her head, and in a voice that could have been heard a quarter of a mile away, she yelled, “‘Don’t jump, Alois. For my sake don’t jump. Catch hold of the cane.” “T’m not cuckoo,” I said, “‘and you can bet I’m not going to jump. I wouldn't jump for i That was as far asI got. With a strength which I did not think any young girl had, she brought the cane down on my head. Then, before I could protect myself, she had jabbed me once in the watchpocket, hammered me a couple of times over the knuckles, and was aiming at my left eye, when I decided the best thing for me to do was to jump, and I done so. Gentlemen, I had no sooner come to the surface when I saw Miss Kobus on the bridge above, with a lot of people around her, and herself outside the railing and yelling, ‘‘Tread water, Alois. Alois, tread water. I will save you.” And then she dove in. The next minute something had grabbed me from below and I was dragged underwater and held there till almost suffocated. When I came to the surface again Miss Kobus had me by the hair and was swimming toward shore. Gentlemen, I do not know whether or not you have ever had anybody tow you by the hair, but I can only say that at best it is a disagreeable sensation, and the more I tried to struggle to swim myself the more disagreeable this sensation became. And every now and then Miss Kobus would get her feet into my clothes and push me down under water. Then when she would haul me up, she would be yelling, December 4, 1926 “Courage, Alois. I will save you, Alois. Just a little more, Alois.’” And then she would shove me under again. By the time we reached the bank where they were just getting ready to put out a boat, I felt like a wet wash rag. But the worst was to listen to the bunch of boobs looking on. One and all seemed to be under the illusion that I had jumped into the river and that Miss Kobus had saved my life “There is one girl heroine,” saying. “She kept him out of a watery grave. She certainly did.” “*He ought to go down on his knees and thank her.” Well, gentlemen, I didn’t feel like going down on my knees and thanking anybody. Instead I felt more like getting up on my toes and telling Miss Clara Kobus a few home truths. “‘ Alois,”’ she said, in a voice like you hear on the stage, “try to forgive me. I can’t help it if I have acted the way my con- science told me to act.” “*T will never forgive you,” I said, stand- ing up and shaking myself. “Say it was not my fault, Alois.” “Tt was all your fault,’’ I replied in a dignified manner. And the last I heard her say as I walked off, still extremely wet, was the words, sev- eral times repeated, “‘Don’t do anything rash, Alois. Promise me you won't do any- thing rash.” I did not answer, gentlemen; 1 just walked on. And the farther I walked the madder I got. And when finally I reached my room and my eyes fell on your Supreme Revelation Book entitled Matrimos or the Sealed Secrets of the Art of Wooing to Win, 1 picked it up, gentlemen, and tore it into little pieces—especially Chapter Seven and then I went out into the back yard and burned those pieces. After that I changed my clothes and caught the first train for Woody Beach, where some of the boys, including myself, have a little shack And I stayed there for three days, leaving it only to telephone the office that I was sick. And now in reading what follows, gen- tlemen, I will ask you kindly to remember that all I am about to tell you is in strictest confidence and that what has gone before is simply leading up to the supreme revela- tion which, at this point, I am about to begin to make. they kent Iv T WAS Wednesday evening when I reached my sister’s house, and opening the door with the latchkey, went directly to my room. I thought I had not disturbed anybody, but immediately after, with the sound of somebody falling downstairs, my sister came running up same. “Oh, you are here, are you?” was her first remark after throwing open the door. ‘Yes, I am here,” I said in a polite voice. “It is about time. You have certainly made a fine ninny of yourself.” ““What do you mean?”’ I asked, feeling myself getting paler. “If you don’t know, you are the only person in town who doesn't. fighting off the newspaper reporters ever since Sunday night. A fine ninny you have shown yourself to be.” ‘*What is the matter?” I asked, as with a sudden sinking at heart I wondered if Clara Kobus had instituted a suit for breach of promise. ‘‘ Why do you call me a ninny? Am [| a ninny simply because I told a girl I liked her looks?” “If you hadn’t been a ninny you'd have stopped at that, but you didn’t. That's the trouble.” “Well, what did I do?” * Read it all out in print,’’ she snapped, throwing down on the bed a copy of Mon- day morning’s paper. ‘There it is. Read it. And kindly remember that from now on (Continued on Page 139 I have been

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a } if 4 (Continued from Page 134 my poor innocent children can’t step out on the street without every neighbor on the block laughing in his sleeve and saying, ‘Oh, what a poor ninny those children have for an uncle.’”’ She slammed the door behind her. Pick- ing up the paper I feverishly turned to court news on page seven. There was noth- ing there. Still feverishly, I scanned column after column. Then an accidental glimpse at page one made my heart stop beating. These were the headlines: SIREN SAVES SADDENED SUITOR VAMPIRE EYES PRODUCE SUICIDE ATTEMPT ALOIS O. STACKHOFFER LEAPS INTO TORRENT BECAUSE MARRIAGE OFFER IS REFUSED CLARA EKoBUS WHOSE FATAL ATTRACTION CAUSED DRAMA RISKS LIFE TO RESCUER RACKED WOOER With my heart still stopping at inter- vals, I went on and read the whole account. Gentlemen, it was terrible. And except for three letters which I had written Clara and which had been put in word for word, it was all a fake. It told how I had been desperately in love with Miss Kobus, and how, when finally she had refused me, I had tried to commit suicide by jumping off the Maple Street Bridge. For a while she had man- aged to keep me from jumping by grabbing at me with the cane, but when this failed, she had bravely dived after me and saved my life! But that was only the beginning, for the pack of lies which followed got thicker and worse. ‘I do not know why it is,’ explained Miss Kobus to the reporter between fits of weeping. ‘I never encourage any oi them, but the result is always the same. I say I am sorry, but I cannot marry them, and then they go out and commit suicide, or try to. Is it my fault if I have never yet met the man who could interest me for more than three minutes?’”’ Then the article went on stating things that I knew were absolute falsehoods, as she herself had told me the entire history life, and that she had never been out of Wisconsin or in a larger city than She- boygan. According to the article she did not know how she had saved me, as it was the first of her time in her life she had ever tried to swim, except once when under similar circum- stances she had tried unsuccessfully to save a San Francisco suitor from drowning him- self in the Pacific Ocean. Other admirers in Cleveland, Indianapolis, Kansas City, Birmingham and New Orleans had also tried to commit suicide when she would not marry them, but most of them had been rescued one way or another. And lastly the article stated that a committee of Bos- ton doctors who had examined her in 1925 had stated that she was suffering from vampire eyes, and it was not her fault if a mere glance turned a man’s head, because that was the way vampire eyes always acted. Gentlemen, when I had finished reading that lying article I sat still on the bed for a long time. Then I went to the telephone. It was her aunt, Mrs. Kobus, who an- swered. ‘Clara is not here,”’ she said in a tired voice. ‘‘She is out at a dance.” “What dance?” I asked “T don’t know. She is splitting the eve- ning between two dances. The telephone is always ringing lately and there is a per- fect procession of automobiles bringing parties to call on Clara.” In hanging up the receiver, gentlemen, I pretty near broke the phone. During the rest of the week it did not seem as though I could settle down to anything. I was burning with indignation to see Clara alone and tell her exactly what I thought of her for playing that despicable trick. By Saturday noon I could not stand it any longer and decided to lay the whole case before Bernie Woods and ask him what he considered I ought to do about it. 3ernie was at the Color-Ur-Oto Shop, having his car painted red. **Hello, Bernie,’’ I said. THE SATURDAY He looked at me with a disagreeable ex- pression on his face as he said, “Oh, it’s you, is it “Yes,’’ I answered simply. the matter, Bernie?” “As far as you are concerned,” he said ™ W hat is with a sneer, “I suppose there is nothing the matter. You have ruined a girl's life, but that’s all right; it’s no skin off your elbow.” Gentlemen, for a minute I was so taken back I could not speak. ‘“ What are you talking about, Bernie?” I said when once more my throat was in order “You know well enough what I am talk ing about. Can you swim? One word — yes or no?” “Yes,” I said. “Oh, you admit it “Certainly I admit it.” “Then that makes it all the worse. The poor little girl tells you frankly she can never love you and then what do you do? Do you act like a man and let her alone? No, you lead her to the middle of the bridge and then, knowing you can swim, you say ‘Good-by. I am going to commit suicide,” and you jump overboard. It doesn’t matter to you that she will risk her own life to try to save yours because she doesn’t know you’re blutfing.” I said, ‘‘ Do you believe that He doubled up his fists with the words, “Are you trying to make out that Miss Kobus is a liar? If you feel that way about it, just say so once more, and I will start something you can’t finish.” I gave him a look of silent contempt, gentlemen, and walked away. And as I walked he said, “If you ever again knock that little girl before me, it will be the same thing as asking for a free pass to the undertaker’s.”’ I saw how the ground lay and that there was just one thing to do: Have a frank talk with Clara Kobus. But this was easier said than done, for to get a date with this girl had now become practically impossible. In the first place there was Bernie Woods, who had given me all that good advice and who was now calling around about three times a day. After Bernie there was Willis Lane from the Star Insurance Agency, and Marcus Bell from Hampton and Hamp- ton’s, and about six others who had never known Clara was alive until that news- paper article came out about her vampire eyes. And now they were sending flowers every day and the manager of the Choco- sweet Candy Store was hiring two extra girls. But the more I was put off, the more I determined to sucesed. Yet it was not until Friday, when in response to a telephone call her aunt said in her usual tired voice, “Clara will see you tonight for fifteen min- utes if you are here at exactly 9:45, be- cause at ten o'clock she is going to the Charleston competition at the White Rab- bit Inn.” Gentlemen at 8:55 that night I was out- side the Kobus residence, and it was 9.48, when an automobile appeared and after a long adieu Clara jumped out and started toward the house. “Oh, hello,”’ she said, as I rose up from the steps. ‘‘What are you doing out this time of night? Practicing your art?” There was a moon in the sky and the ght fell softly on her face and also on her i And though I } i hair and on her fur collar. h a spade a spade, there was ad come to cal something about this sight of Clara that left me suddenly all confused. Never be- fore had I noticed how good-looking she was, and though not prepared to state she has genuine vampire eyes, anybody could have seen there was something strange about them. ‘I came here to see you,” I said in a hoarse voice. “Well, well,” she said ‘Now that you have seen me, what do you want to do next? Take my picture and put in your col- lection?”’ “Clara,”’ I went on, still hoarsely, ‘‘ why have you a¢ ted like this What came over you to make you do it?” EVENING POST “Oh,” she replied with a light laugh, “T just decided to try out a Sealed Secret, and success crowned efforts Gentlemen, these words infuriated me, for now I understood all, and I was glad I did not have a deadly weapon in my hand At the same time, as previously stated, I could not help noticing there was some- thing about her eyes. In spite of myself | found I was forgiving her everything she had done and beginning to wonder how I could get on good terms with her once more “Clara,’”’ I said, still hoarsely, and re membering Chapter Seven of your Supreme Revelation Book—‘“Clara, there is a girl in Chicago who is crazy about me.” “Who could blame her, Alois? “There are three New York girls I met the last time I was there, who write me letters every day of the week.” ‘They have seen you, Alois, and never- more will they be able to forget you. It is terrible, but it is not your fault.” “And there is a girl now in Paris who says that if I do not marry her she will never marry anyone else as long as she lives.”” ‘That sounds to me like the Grand Pash, Alois. Yes, that certainly is the Grand Pash. Do you remember her name or have you just given her a number? If I were you I would establish an account at some good funeral florist’s, because one day, when she has her eyes blinded by tears as a result of reading a late extra which Says that you have been elected President of the United States, she will be run over by a truck.” I waited a minute for her to get the sar- casm out of her system, and then I said, “I will come over tomorrow at five.”’ “That will be just fine, Alois,”’ she said “Personally, I am going away for the week- end, but my uncle and aunt will be de- lighted to see you . “Where are you going?’ I demanded, disregarding her rudeness “T will ask my social secretary and find out. But don’t let that interfere with your pleasures. You will find my uncle an enter- taining conversationalist 11 you are inter- ested in what happened on the other side of 1880.” “6 hardly knowing what I said, “I am your " I said in desperation, and hance 4 *“No, Alois,”’ she said; contradicting you, but you are mixing me up with Number 37. You ought to be modern and use a card index. And now I t Jernie “excuse me for hope you'll excuse me, because Woods may come along any minute, and he And whenever t seem to like you doesn't there is a mess on the porch my aunt al ways makes me sweep it up.” Shortly after that, gentlemen, I left And never since then have | been able to concentrate on my work, because night and day I am always thinking of Clara Kobus And though I am determined once more to win her heart, everything I have tried lately seems useless. And I cannot live without her And, gentlemen, that is why I have writ ten you this letter. I have not yet given up all hope, because there were two or three chapters in your book which I merely skimmed over, and I think if I should take the volume page by page I might find some thing which would help me in my present distress. There are some of the later Sealed Secrets in Chapter Seven—Spiritual Jiu- jitsu—-which I cannot seem to remember I hardly glanced at Chapter Nine—Eso- teric Powers of Attraction—and as for Chapter Twelve—Hidden Mysteries of Eros—I might say that I never read that at all And so, gentlemen, I will and thank you most kindly, if at your be very glad, earliest convenience you will send me an- other copy of your Supreme Revelation Book, entitled Matrimos, or Sealed Secrets of the Art of Wooing to Win, on receipt of which I faithfully promise, over my signa- ture, to pay the mailman the stipulated three dollars plus a few cents for postage as per agreement, WYOMING RED qeltci SHOVELS a ee ASA Mr. Grave Pats Us on the Back William H. Ziegler Co., Inc., who distribute Red Edges in Minneapolis, send us the fol- lowing bouquet from Mr. C. S. Grave, Chief Engineer of the Jewelers’ Exchange Bldg. “Our Wyoming Red Edge No. 8 Coal Scoop has shov- eled 2000 ton of Coal and has worked on concrete and steel flooring the entire time. In addition to shoveling the 2000 ton of coal, the same shovel was used to shovel ashes, as the Areman liked it better than the shovel they had for that purpose. In the winter time, the same shovel was used to clean snow off the siiewalks. The Red Edge Scoop out- wore three shovels of another make and was in much better condition than any of the other three when over to the Wm. H. -\ Co P Inc.”’ “ua (Signed) C. S. Grave RED EDGE We morg But when you get such a nick nch of flowers, why gild the@aily or paint the rose? THE OMING SHOVEL We apent 50 years learning to make one grade of Shovel

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THE MAGIC OF THE But the next day the voice of the peopl spoke again from New York. ‘Mrs. Tut- tle,’”’ it said in exactly the same accents it had used the day before, “will you take twenty-three thousand for the picture rights to Feet of Clay?” That much of a jump overnight! I tried to think what a sensible man would answer. But what I succeeded in saying was: ““Why should I take twenty-three thou- sand dollars when I am offered twenty- five?” “Who offers you twenty-five thousand dollars?” ‘I am not at liberty to say,’ I repl lied, and never did I keep more sternly to the truth. ‘We'll call you back,” came the voice. What the man of the house said when he came home to dinner that night would not be admitted to the Apocrypha. For I had not asked who it was. I don’t know why I hadn’t. It seemed to me I had no chance to ask. And not even the telephone company knew who it was. I could see myself doomed to the oil mop for the rest of my life, and not even a championship. I thought of the few little things I might buy for that money. I thought—but you can imagine what I thought better than I can tel] you. But the next day, bright and early certainly bright, and it couldn’t have been too early —came the voice, and it said: “O. K., Mrs. Tuttle. We will pay you twenty-five thousand dollars for Feet of Clay. Will you come on and sign the con- tract?” “Say, who are you? mouthpiece ” I caroled into the Signing a Contract ‘We represent Cecil De Mille,’’ came the answer. “If you can send your lawyer to fix up this contract with us it will be all right; but we would prefer to see you per- sonally.”’ I knew I would prefer to see them per- sonally. I went upstairs and put the oil mop far away. ‘‘As far as I can see right now, Lizzie,” quoth I to the oi] mop, “I won’t be using you ever again.”’ With which I set forth to New York. If men and women were perfectly reason- able about such a windfall they couldn’t go on successfully in the pictures. If one said, ‘This is a great streak of luck, and so I will not assume it is going to continue. Be- ause I have been paid twenty or thirty or fifty thousand dollars, I will not believe I am going to get twenty, thirty or fifty thousand dollars a year the rest of my life Ain Approach to Mount Whitney, Continued from Page 13 and go out and buy an expensive car I will live on the few thousand I have been used to and invest this money,”’ he would be fit for a broker’s office or for the Cabinet of the United States, but not for pictures The presidents of the picture corpora- tions and the vice presidents and the pro- duction managers and the directors spend half their lives placating the artistic tem- perament, and a quarter of their | ploring the stars to be reasonable. What would happen if they were it is impossible to prophesy. I had heard a good deal about how care- ful you had to be about a picture contract; that you should go to the signing of one with a lawyer to scrutinize every clause 3ut like a lot of stuff you hear about these magic wielders, most of it is bunk. Much of it comes from those who do not get con- tracts or engagements or acceptances of their manuscripts. Those who do get them seem to be satisfied enough and even anxious to renew them. Anyhow, I went all alone to the offices of Famous Players- Lasky alone but for the man who came for me in the Lasky town car. Once in these offices I was confronted by several men. One of them told me that a dozen other people besides Daniel had used Feet of Clay for a title. He turned out to be their title specialist and he was of the opinion that my work was less valuable be- cause of the previous use of the title. Of course to me-—-and I did not hesitate to say so—the more people who had used the title the better—it gave it publicity. There was no comment made on this suggestior of mine, because nobody had used the title for #novel, and it had not been used since 1875—when it was used for a powder that eased the tired foot. We then signed on the dotted line. I was given a check and also a corsage bouquet. That much for being a woman! There was nothing in my contract that could possibly bother me, and I am sure if I had been a man there would have been no bouquet, and perhaps there would have been n¢ town car or any escort. The affair being pleasantly completed with all the expedition of busy men, I went home. On the way home I said to myself, “What is all this talk about the impossi- bility of selling advantageously to the pic- tures? This looks advantageous to me, and very simple, not to say sweet. I like it and I hope it will happen often. I hope it will happen every time I write a novel, if I write any more. Maybe I shall write them with this in mind, 8 knows?” As you will see, what I knew about it could have been put in a quinine capsule An astonishing thing had happened to me ives im THE SATURDAY EVENING POST WTI Tae VW, ae MOV dla quite from the outside one f the est ex- an of shee ] I } N ‘ t Washington's crossir g the Delaware w é his opponents were celebrating Christn I was one of many in concluding that was the way it always happened. It aln never happens this way Radiant with the feeling that I } picked out by high heaven for lu I gan to search my memory for who tl} Cecil De Mille might be. I hasten t that this was my benignted ignorance a not the fault of the publicity department of Mr. De Mille’s corporation. I recall that he was a well-known dramatist, sor another well-known dramatist; that ne di in’t know what directing was. I wouldn't have recognized continuity had I seen it walking down the stre« I did not ever visualize what it must be to photograp! story that would hold attention a couple hours. 1 didn’t think about it at all Plenty of Information I set to thinking about it then, and about all I arrived at was that it would be pleas ant to see my own characters take on the semblance of life—a new experience that would pay me for all the hours I had had to sit still and write when I would rather have I did not even know that it was no joy to a director to have an done something else author about the place when he was photo graphing. I thought it was the usual course of events when I received a courteous letter from Cecil De Mille inviting me to come to Holly wood and see Feet of Clay filmed So deep was my ignorance that as | read the letter I was reminded of the college of the boy who asked him to go home from college to try on a new president’s stor} suit; and the pres dent’s saying that he could find another boy with so foolist a reason for going home he could go. The boy appeares -d before the president next day with another boy who said, “Sir, I want to go home to watc! this suit being tried on.” To go to Hollywood se VE ral tk ousar d miles from where I lived, to see this suit being tried on seemed a long way to g But it occurred to me that if this thing were to happen to me again, and I ferver hoped it would, it was time I knew some thing more about it; and probably easiest way to learn something about it wa to watch it being done Just as the easic way to learn Shakspere is to watch it be well acted. 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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST I kept asking them all the way out. I found out a great deal more about Cecil De Mille—there is a great deal known about him. Most of it is known by people who begin by assuring you that they know him well, an assurance that always makes me doubtful, like that of a woman who says, “‘T want you to know that I am a lady.” These people who knew seemed very anx- ious to display their information, and it usually took this trend: ‘‘You must re- member not to mention fish on Friday, be- cause De Mille likes fish only on Saturday; and do not speak of bananas on any day, and I have it from the best authority that women are not expected to go on his yacht.” The result of information like this can be readily foreseen. Even if you try to put it out of your mind, at that moment when you should be depending on your own eye- sight and your own hearing you are madly trying to remember whether it was fish on Friday or bananas on Tuesday. You can- not escape self-consciousness to save your life. I began to recall these things the moment I arrived in California. At Beverly Hills two pleasant young publicity men waited for me with a car to take me to the San Pedro docks to set sail for Catalina, where Feet of Clay was being filmed at that stage of its production. We met other publicity men at the dock who were going over to the island, because a big spectacle was going on there and they wanted their papers to know about it. One, being a professional inter- viewer, interviewed me on how I felt about leaving my family and my home and com- | ing to California to watch my brain family take form. But I am one of those who get seasick over the waves in a gutter, and the | Pacific is as deep between Los Angeles and Catalina as I want it to be. So I didn’t feel | any particular way about my family, and | as for my brain, if I had one, I had no re- | spect for it, for this was the time for it to at itself and it wasn’t doing it. j a ‘‘What’s the matter?’’ asked the inter- AV. viewer. “If I had to do my own washing I would be seasick every Monday,” I answered. “‘Oh, cheer up.”’ He was gleeful. ‘‘The er | Ps) av NORTHEASTERS |i. er." ie wis gta whole first part of Feet of Clay is either in a the water or on a yacht. Look! De Mille for * | {RI STMAS has seven of them. That one is his own. That one—the Casiana—is the Doheny Santa Claus sure had the right idea | boat; the second largest yacht in America. o I don’t know who owns the other five, but Standard $7.50 (this year. The rest of the presents | De Mille has hired them for this picture; Commodore $11.50 uU ill have to wait till ] try out my and twenty-five power boats also. Say, / / you must have written a multimillionaire new NORTHEASTER. story. But of course you would for him.” \ The Horn That Lasts The Springfield Regatta My mouth fell open, and, contrary tomy “There is the right NORTHEASTER at the : habit. I let it st usual nhabdit, et it stay so. right price for you. “The Standard is with- out equal as a moderate-priced Horn for “There isn’t a boat in the whole first Special 1 all-round service. £ The Special, withitsrich half of my story,’ I finally said. *‘‘That YP A full tone and de luxe finish, is the last word story starts in Springfield, Ohio, and every- Admiral $18.50 rasa « . a ” : for big cars and buses. "The Commodore body is poor. ) and the- Admiral are expressly designed for ““Maybe De Mille isn’t going to use the + ¢ i; 7] . : My : ‘ ; . sport cars and motor boats. With their (- first half of the story. Are there yachts in weather-proof finish and their resonant far- carrying tone so like the familiar air whistle, these models are particularly suited for the second half?”’ “There is one yacht. The story skips to marine use. ©The Sergeant with its snappy Maine then. distinctive tone and short projector, fills a “It must be Bar Harbor and you must long-felt need for a real horn for motor have started the second part with a . ial cycles, taxicabs and trucks. sgatts 1” Sergeant $ 7.50 ~ y regatta—look! It wasn’t Bar Harbor and there was no , , regatta in my story, but I looked. Meare Easy Semvrex bee NORTHEAST ER Mores are made by t Seven splendid yachts were strung with Nearn East Eiccrare Co. facturers of Automotive I flags of every known color and some un- ee es known ones. Dozens of power boats were fluttering about, driven by handsome young men in beautiful white flannels. A wharf was strung with what looked like miles of flags, pink and yellow and red, and inconceivably festive. I wondered why it hadn't occurred to me to write my story that way. I liked it much better than the way I had written it. The publicity man said if I did I was the only author in cap- tivity who felt that way and that I had better give it publicity. He did not offer . to do it for me, principally because he did STARTING + LIGHTING - IGNITION - HORNS - SPEEDOMETERS - FRACTIONAL H.R MoToRS not seem to believe me. December 4, 1926 “The beach,” he said, ‘‘was nothing but stones, so De Mille had carloads of sand dumped on it.” It was sandy enough then, and it was dotted with crowds of beautiful women in exquisite sports clothes. The publicity man called them extras, and he looked at me curiously when I said any woman would have come a four days’ journey just to see this array of beauty and fashion. | thought any man might have, for I never saw lovelier women, certainly not at any summer resort where I have ever been Brilliant colored tents protected willow chairs cushioned in silk, drawn to tea tables heavy with magnificent silver serv- ices and gay with embroidered linens. Real food was on the tables—rainbow trout in aspic, truffles, paté de foie gras. I have al ways wondered who gets these things after they have been photographed. I never got any of them, and there were marvelous baskets of fruit and boxes of candy I could have used. I tried to keep a yellow Turkish towel that I used to cover my shoulders when I was chilly, a day or two after my arrival, but it didn’t work. A man who called himself a property man asked me for it. I had taken it from one of the silk- cushioned chairs and I had to put it back; it was part of the picture and it mattered a great deal more than my being chilly. The Unknown Child As we got off the boat and set foot on the sand that had been brought there with such trouble, I thought I had never seen so bril- liant a scene. Before me were men in gay swimming costumes putting through beach sports that required huge colored balls and sea horses and teeter-totters with strange animals on either end. Moving to and fro in glittering succession were graceful women carrying parasols and pausing to talk with smart-looking men. Beyond, a stretch of blue water and then the white boats strung with flags. “It cannot be my story taking life,’’ I said to myself. ‘“‘I am dreaming it. Am I really the author of this?” I did wel! to ask myself the question that early. I would have done better had I an- swered it with a big round ‘“‘no”’ at once For in all the two weeks at Catalina, during which there were eight hours of photo- graphing a day, I never saw a single thing I had written photographed. The scenario writers had written it, not I. They were right there to rewrite it if what they had written did not suit the director. To this day I wonder what I was paid for. Pres ently I asked. It seems I was paid for a thing of inesti- mable value called a box-office title, and a thing of somewhat lesser value—a sequence of original ideas. When I say original ideas I do not mean ideas that never have been thought out before, but merely ideas that are presented in a novel way. They may be as old as the hills, if they have a new form. Indeed, that is the ideal formula for what are called ‘the fifty-centers’’—the man and woman who pay fifty cents to see a picture. He is a great bogy, this man. He is the tin god before whose shrine all this thought and effort is laid. He is the reason for its lack of reason; for according to the latest statistics he is not reasonable. He is tired and doesn’t want to reason; he just wants to look. It has been said that looking out the window is the easiest of amusements The window of the silver sheet is spread before the fifty-center, and all he has to do is to pay his fifty cents to look out the win- dow and amuse himself. We are all fifty- centers one time or another; we all have times when we want to be amused without taking any trouble ourselves. Now that I know something about them, I can think of no time when it would not be agreeable , to see a good picture. If I had nothing else to do I would probably see one every day You can fill your life with romance so easily that way. I know one woman who leaves her family to get their own dinner Continued on Page 145 SF as oe >

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a I tine Continued from Page 142 and clean their own house one day out of every ten; and on that day she goes to one picture after another, beginning at eleven in the morning and not coming home until she feels like it. She says it keeps her sane As I threaded my way among the beauti- ful women and the colorful marquees to- ward that mysterious spot where the director-general was both generaling and directing, I thought of him as a man who kept millions of people sane. And as the gay flags fluttered about me and the cam eras clicked, I don’t mind telling you I thought I had romance by the heel. There was nothing like this in my home town. With a background of blue sea and tawny sand, with four cameras grinding, with sev- eral subdirectors subbing, with dozens of attendants serving, with hundreds of eyes watching his every gesture, stood a man with bright eyes and a big nose and a powerful jaw, looking into the camera. He looked and he smiled, and the smile did a curious thing to his face. It veiled its con- centration; the piercing quality of the eyes became hidden by good humor, the jaw became amiable where it had been power- ful. I did not know it then, but this smile s justly famous. Shoulders and neck looked able to carry the Atlas burden of his own world. The subdirector at his side waited until the look into the camera was concluded and then he said something. As he said it the four other men behind him looked in my direction. The director-general turned his head over his pale-blue-silk shoulder and said: ‘‘Good morning, Mrs. Tuttle. I am glad have come. Will you dine with me tonight—on the yacht at seven?” Automatically I said, ‘‘Thank you.” The director looked back into the cam- era. ‘‘ More light there on that castle.”’ I looked for a castle; there had been no castle in my story. I moved toward the you camera. Before it was a marvelous castle built of sand. Seated to one side of the castle was a very pretty girl in a stunning bathing suit. She was patting the castle with her hands, and from time to time an extremely good-looking man, also in a bathing suit, was interfering with this pat- ting. Both were made up in the chalk- white blank surface I soon became used to. Even their legs and arms were made up. I had no idea why the castle was there. But over my shoulder the publicity man told me that the girl was Vera Reynolds, the heroine of my story, and the man was Rod La Rocque, the hero. I examined them carefully and with much satisfaction. They looked exactly as I pre- ferred to have my hero and heroine look. Then the director left the camera, and, ad- vancing to the castle, talked earnestly to the hero and heroine. The Proper Yachting Costume Suddenly I recalled that I had been told, by one of those persons who knew, that if you were a woman you didn’t get invited to go on the De Mille yacht. ‘*But he asked me himself,’’ I consoled myself. ‘I'll bet that person was never asked.”’ Then I began to wonder what you wore for dinner on a yacht. The only other man I knew who owned a yacht had never asked me to dinner. And during the three mis- erable seasick days I spent on a yacht no- body seemed to own, on the coast of Flor- ida, I wore whatever was handy, and so did everybody else. I had a dim recollec- tion that it was conventional to wear rubber-soled shoes on a yacht, but how could you wear rubber-soled shoes to a dinner, even if you had them, which I had not. I said ‘*Listen, publicity,” sotto voce, ‘“‘what do you wear at a dinner on a yacht?” ‘‘White-flannel trousers,”’ he _— said promptly. He was watching Julia Faye put the smallest foot in the shire on the sand castle and squash it, while the cameras THE SATURDAY clicked and the handsome young man ob jected with vigorous movements “T haven't any,”’ I said. ‘And if I had I wouldn't wear them.”’ He turned the interviewing eye on m« “Oh, you mean you are asked to dine on a yacht? are,” I wore the kind One of those seven? Go as you of frock that causes my New York relatives to insult me wit! “Well, now, you look like New York.” It may be Cincinnati's worst, but I am always forced to reply, ‘I don't see why I should. This came from Paris.” But wherever it came from, | couldn't see it aboard a yacht. It wasn’t that kind at all. ‘‘Do you know who will be there?”’ I asked. Sometimes you can tell what to wear that way. “Yes, there will be Baron Keisling, and Rod La Rocque, and Robert Edeson.” “You must be going to write about it. No women?” ‘You just said you were asked.”’ I felt I should wear my best evening gown, if I had remembered to bring the slip- pers from the trunk I had left behind at Beverly Hills. I wore it. In high heels, all gilded, I hobbled to the end of the flag- decked wharf and was met by a tender with uniformed men in it. At the top of the stairs, up which you go to the deck of the yacht—they have a name, if I could only remember it--stood an erect man also in uniform, with a yachting cap. For a mo- ment I did not know him. He was quite different from the director-general I had watched all afternoon. And then from among cushioned deck chairs came a grace- ful lady in a soft-colored sports dress and rubber-heeled sports shoes, and I was pre- sented to Mrs. Cecil De Mille. Dual Roles Self-conscious! I was the triple essence of it. I could see Middle West — inland Mid- dle West—written on each toe of those golden slippers. And what was worse, I could feel everybody else seeing it. To be a director you have to know all about appropriate dressing, which is all that good dressing is. To be an actor you have to know something about it. Both were pres- ent. In vain did I say to myself that I was an individual and could dress as I| chose, and that I had been on ocean liners where it was more than proper to dress for dinner And then I found out something. Not one of these people cared in the very least what I wore. It was only I who cared. They were dressed for their own convenience. If I were dressed for mine, that was all that mattered. After a while I found out something else Their behavior was entirely for their own convenience. They were engaged in an arduous and hazardous business involving the production of effects. Reality was simu- lated, not actually produced. This involves behavior that often seems unusual to the outsider, but that is merely Just as I write on a desk because it is more convenient than writing on my lap, and you select a midiron for a special stroke. But I do not eat my dinner off my desk, nor do you sign your checks with your mid- iron. No more do they. More than other artistry, they are able to separate this artistry, which is their business, from their convenient. EVENING POST from the split infinitive to my biection t answering the telep! my social hours. And doubtless 1 have the same difficulty. But not these peopl TI ey can separate their hours of leisu from their hours of work better than a other set of workers I have er ntere Just as I did not recognize the man on de as the same man who all afternoon had rected four cameramer rty lig and one hundred extras an ymminent actors and sixteen less pre nes a thousand details I did not even know t name of, so I scar ely re wnized tl actors who had peen weaving the story | was supposed to have written, into act Their make-up off, one of them looked like a young college athlete and talked like a connoisseur of old paintings. Another had the appearance of a « isiness mar and I think he was exactly that. A third had read all the books I wanted to read, but could not find time for The dinner talk swept from the atom Doctor Millikar had lately taken to pieces to the late in England And never an ungraceful harsh voice. I had heard a good deal about lack of that among the picture people, but I never saw it in all the three months I was in Holly lever t Strike movement } ora whatever is background wood. If I could manage as much fore ground as these people have, I would pass up background any old time. What's a ] grandfather who stubbed his toe on Ply- mouth Rock compared with the education that you the of the whether sit in the background or in gives center stage you the wings? You get accustomed, after a little bit, to the physical perfection all you woman you look at is pretty and about Every some of them are beautiful The stenographers have come to Holly- wood hoping to get into the pictures. They may have written scenarios they expect to sell to Lubitsch and they may take their Saturday afternoons going about among the studios. But that not detract from their appearance. I never saw many good-looking stenographers in my life. And the shopgirls are like unto them I didn’t see the telephone girls, but I'd be willing to bet they are better looking in does so Hollywood than any place else Side by Side With Beauty I got so used to all this beauty | began to feel a part of it I did not discover that I had nothing to do with it until I was offered three stills--one of myself and the director-general, one of myself and the star who was portraying my hero, and one of myself and the heroine. In each of these pictures, though they were taken by an ex pert, I looked as if I had been smitten by all the misfortunes all the doctors want to cure. The maiden aunt of the star, could not | peauty had a more if he had one, ave relaxed chin; my chin had lambrequins hung upon it. A moron who believed she was Helen of Troy persuading Paris that she was beautiful could not have worn a sicklier grin than the one on my face as | looked up at the director-general in the photograph where I stood beside him. One look at those stills made me discard all backgrounds I had cherishe ind tie to - vome nH “ t We } | ’ T t r r ‘ W! i n t mé I'll g me v t It es time ew ‘ Ar as t t r t. Ar f 4 ‘ ry iY ' ew t yst it i r ‘ " lw I ITs t I tne vw 1 na f spe ng I na | ‘ ] ‘ Ww eve t rf f e at . At ter ve] } time I s if gy WwW a pat | t t i et narbor i n age ¢t K a n is this one was yg, wea ' ‘ ishe ‘ | nt ; ele a shore to wa n to th iy where, the usual 7 ir show eing we could see the ru the work the la) hefore Opportunity’s Hard Knocks I walked that mile my silly hig heeled gold slippers, and my thoughts we not the long ones of ith, but the sta ones of ninety-six or thereabout Or the things actresses an ao to w gracefully in high-heeled shoes—anothe argument for foreground against | ground. We paused only once, when t! director looked in the window of the dar ing hall he had provided for his extras ar watched them with his eye ar sing material It w ive create sensation had the wh he was there the ambition of eve xt » cat é d ecto Ss ey I saw an extra deliberately fall t water in one of the scenes De Mille wa recting where the power boats were rac It was one way of catching the rect eye, for the cameras had to stop ar } race had to stop the girl had t ‘ fished out. She was put on the float wher« the director stood and the doctor was ser for. Meantime the director bent over hi to see if she Was realy nurt Had she had the sense to act it out, } future might have been assure ust fron the standpoint of her good ¢ g. But didn’t. The moment she felt that influent eye on her, she opened her eyes and smil I thought of my Helen of Troy gr photograph and I was so The director was quité i kind of thing It has beer { about a thousand times, thoug girl did not re nodded over his men, and said, wich, not the doctor During all these wats ene man with steaming flee m ke pt on the wharf, as we asad pulmotor Then the direct« went on Ww recting. Had it been I, an dreds of people inte lf for one girl’s vanity, | } her back into the wat Iw the doctor ap] a mac least I would have take ! her what I thought i é 3ut absolute y not! f This is a commor f exper ed in a exigencies “It is time I little more a these scene I nto m eto VW} ali actior i r graphe VW r sa the en \ He ! ple t i ;

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rem ene and the great-grandson will run the traps. Maybe old John and his wife will come back, maybe they won't. But they’re going just a little farther. Got to, with these prospectors stirring up the bush!”’ He spoke the sentence almost sorrow- fully like a farewell. Then in explanation: ‘This used to be real fur country around here,”’ he said. ‘‘ Prime furs, good furs and plenty of them. Then the prospectors came, moving here and there through the bush looking for gold. Building their fires and stripping the ground when they got on what they thought was a vein. You can’t expect animals to stay where human beings are keeping them on the move—especially in the breeding season. So they've traveled on and we have to travel after them. But,” he shrugged his shoulders, ‘‘that’s the way it goes. Always a little farther north.” The Bane of the North Always a little farther, until now the Hudson’s Bay Company, in its search for furs, has within the past six years estab- lished more posts within the Arctic Circle than existed in all its previous history farther north, farther north, the hunter must go that England may have her furs, while in the south many an ancient post which once saw the beaver skins stacked rifle high in exchange for that weapon now deals in such prosaic things as tobacco and canned goods and the necessities of civilized life to a far greater extent than it does in raw pelts. Not that the Company of Adventurers for that is its true name— is degrading from its romantic beginning, in spite of the fact that there are department stores where once there were outposts— merchandising estab- lishments which compute their sales in real money where once upon a time the only collateral was that of the Hudson’s Bay Company with its ‘“‘made beavers’’ or ‘“‘skins.’’ There are equally as many places where the old system of barter still holds good, where great canoes, floating upon the high water of spring, bring in the supplies of blankets, of knives, of hatchets and kettles, of pins and scissors and needles and fish- hooks, of glass beads and mirrors which re- flect their values in the furs that may some day see the ultraconservatism of Bond Street. The difference is that these latter posts are farther advanced along the north- ern frontier—following the fur, and per- haps building posts later to form the nucleus of other habitations. Such has al ways been the history of the Company of Adventurers. At least three solitary posts last year saw towns grow about them and a new order of community life come to take the place of the solitary. Year by year the lonely domination is being encroached upon, the romance of today treading upon that of yesterday, bringing with it benefits and dis- advantages. High in the list | of the latter is the hoggish trapper, cleaning out a new district to its last pelt as he goes, lest some other trapper come upon his wake and gain from him the profits that he deems his own by right of discov- ery. Then, too, there is the opening of new districts to habi- tation, thus in- viting the danger of forest fire and | Continued from Page 25 animal harvest; the encroachment of pros- pectors upon territories wt ich hitherto had been left undisturbed, the towns at points far distant from railroad communication, where no one had dreamed that a town ever could exist; and always the dishonest free trader, willing and eager t« take unprime furs, first because his assox ates can dope them into a semblance of re spectability them in the same tricky manner by which he sells them—these conditions are causing building of boom and second because he obtains some serious discussions of the fur business in Canada. ‘*Of course there are free traders and free traders,”’ said a man well acquainted wit! the fur trade. ‘‘There are honest ones, and then a great many who are dishonest. They are here today and gone tomorrow; they can do about as they please. An established company, for instance, must stand behind ts goods It must protect the fur trade, be cause it is in that business, and by tne sin ple expedient of refusing to accept unprime furs, make a law by which pelts can be But the free trader has no such boundaries. He wants furs, wants them cheap, and doesn’t care whether he gets them in season or out, f LO! taken only in the proper season because he doesn’t intend to pay much them anyway. The result is that he causes the death of animals when those animals should be reproducing; to a gullible public, and works harm to everybody but himself—-even to the peop! he sells poor furs he induces to be his tools in the catct “For instance, in the Yukon country a stable fur company had been in the habit of trading underwear for furs. The gar- ments were not pretty—this particular company believes more in worth than beauty— but they were all wool and warm and protective. A shyster fur trader in- vaded the district. He carried with him a stock of cotton fleece-lined underwear which looked better than the other and cer- tainly felt warmer for the moment In plain words, he made a killing, and in more ways than one. He bought furs right and left, regardless of their condition or at what time of the year they had been caught Then he went away, leaving a number of blank-minded Indians wearing cotton underwear, which failed to protect them and led to a general attack of pneumonia that resulted in a considerable loss of life That kind of free trader is nobody's friend.” Wild Land Without Animals Neither, for that matter, is .ae exhaustive trapper. I traveled last summer in Canada a stretch of country that was simply built for beaver and for muskrat. Not one did I see. At last curiosity overcame me and | asked questions. They were gone, trapped the consequent i — killing off of its The Real Birch:-Bark Canoe THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE NEW NORTE is Becoming More and More of a Rarity in Canada make his livelihood facing a fur famine tricts wl n Canada’s furs Country finds year by year mor pectors, more explorers, more sur more settlers, and a belief is growing re garding the efficacy of an ounce of prever tion. As an evidence, in this regard, of what can happen to a new country, there is a great space of terr tory in Quebec known the Abitib District, ly ng in the north western protuberance of the province per haps 150 miles north of Ottawa, Ontario, and comprising some 7,000,000 acres of farm land in the ( lay Belt cont guous to y districts of Ontario and Quebes the mining u It sa country only tor the pioneer J , The Pioneer Spirit The official reports of Canada give warn- ing that a man cannot ever expect to bring his land into bearing for at least three years, that there is dense bush to be cleared, loneliness to be combated, and the primeval to be overcome; a land only for the hardy and the experienced; the weakling will not and cannot survive. Yet this new land, this place to be wrested from the wilde rness, has changed in fourteen years from practically a negative populatior of two settlers to a present-day total of more than 19,000 men, r farms, their communities and thei towns-—and that with the war to interfere New country—-that’s the greatest ex- planation, for there is a certai women and children, with the schools, their class of persons In whom the pioneer spirit seems predominant, and by “pioneer spirit”’ is meant something more than the mere desire to beat the wilderness. Of course the feel- ing of contest is always there, but a deeper thing than mere material gain actuates the true invader, whether he knows it or not. One cannot see pioneer countries without realizing it. The feverish excitement of the homesteading districts of the United States, for instance, over the problem of the new e teacher at the community school, the build- ing, year upon year, by hard labor and mental travail, that there may be some- thing lor tomorrow ‘The true pioneer,’ a grizzled old man once told me, “is a person who has the lusion he is getting something for himself, when the truth of the matter is that he is or abdricklaye nNullding a ft eT at ne ne er W 04 nished going to get out personally, but that is usu- ally just talk and ittle else The real explanation hat he’s the kind of a fellow who’s got the family instinct in him alot stronger han ordinary “Maybe it’s omething that ges hat have Heer forgotten, it it’s there just ime tne W ngness to ie Bristles cant come out They are held forever in a grip of Vulcanized hard Rubber ALL DEALERS 35° TO tio ee Ever-Ready Sterilized ~ Guaranteed SHAVING BRUSHES 0) ' egy cf on Te (\ ae | Get a Crosman Pneumatic .22 for Xmas and Teach the Family How to Shoot \ Never needs to be cleaned t ‘ **Power Without An Ideai Rifle Powder’’ Get Xmas Crosman Now Crosman Arms Company, Inc 478 St. Paul Street, Rochester, N.Y 70 West King St toronto Dealers: Write for proposition

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WRIGHT & CO., INC S 3, Rockland, Mass. Talbot St Co.. St. 7 5 THE SATURDAY “Its Gone -that tired feelin and burning in my feet!’ EVENING POST sacrifice throughout his own life so that children may enjoy the fruits of his work when he’s either dead or too old to enjoy them himself. That’s the pioneer instinct.” One sees that statement work out in the New North; it is evident in little clearings about a log house; the stumps in the fields, yielding to elimination through the slow process of root rot as the land drains year after year, and soil is put into condition by Nature for the growing of future crops; the pile of pulp wood, stacked off in neat cords, while a bent man and stalwart son work at the task of barking the four-foot sticks which, sooner or later, will find their way to the mill, and perhaps to the breakfast table of a home. For in this regard this New North exerts a big influence upon the happenings of the day. Along the railroad tracks, by the side of filmy, rutty roads, stretching into the swampy bush, every- where, it seems, there displays itself the steady stream of pulp wood, piled beside the cut-up mills in veritable mountains, or rolling forth white and shiny from the rossing mills which have removed the bark oon made the wood ready for grinding; pulp wood piled in the streets of little towns, jamming the rivers, crossed and locked and piled like jackstraws flung from the hand of a giant into the back swirl of a rapids, rolling down the skidways, loafing at the banks of every sluggish stream—such is pulp wood, traveling onward to the mills which have sprung up like magic in the North Country. Trainsrumble through the night, each uniform car fitted with its paper padding at the doorways, each car tag reading for its destination, train after train, car after car, ton after ton of it; one realizes truly for the first time imthe North Country what the people of other nations mean when they say that America is news- paper mad. For Tomorrow’s Glories The grotesque part of it all is that this symbol of progress, the newspaper, hungry for print paper, stretching out in its appeals even into districts where railroads have not yet reached, is the thing that makes pos- sible, in more cases than one, the survival of a pioneer, deep in the bush, fighting the age-old struggle for a home in the wilder- ness. Pulp wood, properly peeled and stacked at the railroad track, brings from six to eight dollars a cord, and five acres of that wood are free to the settler who decides that home for him shall be represented by a light in the clearing. And while the years pass. “Oh, yeh, I’m married,” said the amiable Mr. Currigan of somewhere in the North as we sat together in the coach of a mixed train on the Transcontinental one day last summer. ‘“‘Yeh, I’m married, but I ain’t bringin’ the wife and kids with me. You see, I'm going down to Rouyn. Got eight horses up ahead in a stock car; as fine a-horses as you ever set your eyes on. Ought to be a lot of teaming in Rouyn, new mining town like it is. But I ain’t bringing the wife and kids. You see,’”’ then he beamed with the light of the true pioneer in his eyes, “‘they’re going to school, the kids is! Myself, I’ve been too busy carving out a living all my life to read or write. But my kids'll be different; they can read already! That’s the explanz ation of the pioneer; the second, even the third generation which he may never live to see. He may talk of present-day things, he may cuss the coun- try, the weather, the work, the difficulties, but he chose to be there of his own free will; he perhaps left a better paying life to go there. And strangely enough it is not only the spirit of the pioneer of the farm land, but the spirit of the pioneer of every form of industry that one meets in a new country—the forgetfulness of today in the glories of a tomorrow—and one infected with the pioneer virus can no more resist the lure of a new country than a drunkard can resist a drink. “Look at me!"’ said Smitty the baker, as he stood before his homemade oven in a December 4, 1926 tiny shack of tin, of logs and of flapping gunny sacks which formed his bakery and his abode in a boom town of the Nort Country which, sadly enough, had not realized its early promises. ‘‘Just look at me! Here I am in this God-forsaken place, where nearly every cent I’ve got in the world is stuck into this business. Will I pay out? You bet your neck I won’t. And they told me that this place was going to be an- other Klondike! Can you feature that? Another Klondike, and there aren't enoug! prospectors coming into this town to buy fifty loaves of bread a day. Just look at me, will you!” he continued. “‘ Here I am built that oven myself, built this shack myself, get up at four o’clock in the morn- ing to start my baking and don’t mak enough out of it to have a floor put into th place. But then,’’ and he moved cor fidentially closer, ‘‘I haven’t got any kic! coming. You ought’ve seen me when I first came up here. I'd gotten soft, sitting around a city; didn’t sleep well at night flabby, always sick. Whip my weight wild cats now. After all, health’s bette than wealth, ain’t it?” You'll find it always—that strain of optimism. If one doesn’t find money, on finds something else—enough to cheer on on one’s way until other green grass show on the opposite side of another fence. Tim and place make little difference to tl boomers; it’s not what they get that count it seems. It’s the fact that they’ve be¢ where things are happening, a part o history as it were. I walked, for instance one evening into the paintless, slanting building which formed the office of the onl; method of quick connection which the sprawling, newly born mining town of Rouyn, Quebec, possessed with the outsid world. It was the station of the telephone wire, pushed onward from the nearest towr some forty miles away, through muskeg, through dense bush, across rivers and skirt ing lakes. The men who had fought almost insurmountable difficulties that a frontier town might feel the touch of the outsicds world had disappeared to other tasks of pieneer work, leaving the finished product behind them. I had expected to find a mar at the switchboard; instead there was ar rig Ra year-old girl, humming to herself in the infrequent intervals in which she was not screaming into the transmitter in ar effort to make herself heard above the static. Happy, she was, yet sorrowfu and at last there came the reason: ‘I’ve got to go back tomorrow! I’m just taking another girl’s place, you know, and she’s coming in on tonight’s airplane Isn’t that always the way? You find some thing you just love, and then they take it away from you.” A Girl in Love } I instinctively looked at the town—the jail of twin log cabins on the slope just behind the office, farther on the unpainted abodes where bootleggers sat before their doors, watching warily the movements of the two provincial policemen, the scattered knots of prospectors on the street corners, a man wading boot deep through the mud of a morass of muck and brush and stumpags which passed as a street. ‘‘Something you love, or someone?”’ | joked “Something, of course!’ came the reply “Why? Don’t you love it? I do—just to be a part of it, to feel that you're making history, you know. Some day’’—sh smiled—‘“‘when I’m old and _ married, maybe I'll come here on the train and look at the town and see streets and lights and everything just like a real city. Then I ¢ say that I ran the switchboard when thers wasn’t anything but log cabins. Won't tha be wonderful? But’’—and a pout came to her lips—‘‘I’ve got to go back tomorrow to New Liskeard. Nothing ever happens there; it’s so old and staid and common- place!"’ New Liskeard, it might be mentioned. is quite an ancient town near the fringe of th« Continued on Page 153

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Continued from Page 150 New North. Its |} istory dates far, far bac into the past--somewhere around 1904 It’s therefore almost a quarter of a century old. Four years ago a portion of the town was destroyed by the gigantic forest fire which wiped out Haileybury towns; had the wind not cl Liskeard would ha and otner t anged, New ve shared the fate of the rest But nothing ever happens there Incidentally, in that telephone girl’s con ttle more of the ps) of what makes the population of country the spirit of creation versation wasa]l hology

any new One notes t even in the camp drunkard, standing ir the faint light before the trading post, and delivering his feelings regarding the coun y as I heard them delivered, one night a w months ago, to a newly arrived person who had dared to say that t new Utopia.

his was not the Lest the Fielder Break a Leg “So it’s a rotten country, is it?’ asked the holder of the camp drinking record ‘**An’ who makes it rotten—I ask you that Fell’sh like yourself that come up here an’ expect to see golden apples growin’ on But f’r a man like meself,” and he banged his chest, ‘“‘that’s got th’ faith in ‘im to see ‘er like she'll be some day, then it’sh diff’rent story! An’ you don’t believe ’ Then I'll take to the bush tomorry, wit’ me pack on me back—or I won't take a pack!’’ he added as if that would make it harder. ‘‘An’ I’ll come back nex’ Chuesday an’ show you what I’ve got!” True to his promise, we watched him the next morning—Jack Nankervis and my- self—taking to the bush, but with his pack on his back, for the bush is not a handy place for one who goes there unprepared, even though a gold mine may lie in ardent waiting birch trees + t He sang as he walked along; per- ips it was his mornin’s mornin’ duced the melody, perhaps not which ir One

easily in spite of 1 in spite of d comfort when hope is at one’s elbow hope 1 its companior reation For they are eve r present The queerest baseball game I ever saw in my life was ipon the top of a Quebec hill last August, ipon a diamond fringed with the slashings f the bush which had been cut from it only The pitcher's box was framed by three birch stumps, the roots of three days before which were too dee ply embedded to permit removal; the outfield was a collection of

muskeg, deadfall and what not which allowed a home run no matter where the ball was placed, and the tones which happened to jut ground at distances ap- proximately far enough apart to serve as stopping points 4 burlesque of a ball field it was, but the game itself was anything but that. A team from the Waite Montgomery had journeyed twenty) canoe to play and itsell shallow bases were above the irface of the min¢ miles by the towners the town had stopped until that ball game could be fin- When it was ended the cit- izens did not hurry back to work. In- ished. stead, women, ¢ men, ildren, members of ball teams, rum frun- ners, the preacher,

thetownpoliceand the mayor labored until the night closed in upon them that they lg ove tna “ as might m e tl t Co an slash a little far- r a a _ ther back from the = ava 7 base lines, hook a be ae -” . rope to a few stumps pull the.n out, fill sacks and

with sand so that tnere mignt ‘ ett bases for the next game, and yured the outheid in such a manner that a field might at least pursue a ball without the danger of breaking a leg “You can’t have a real town w yut re amusement,”’ argued the mayor. |} wing which he went back to } juties of the ball field, thence to the isiness of raiding a stud poke r game in a poo ha While ir his hip pocket he carried a blue print ol what this place would be some day— ever to the lights or the street ornamental! corners when they got the power ir Nor is it all in the towr where ne might naturally expect a spirit of better ment to grow with the populatior One rainy evening I sat with a railroz and his wife upon the muslin-screened porch of their camp home on the shores of Lake Du Fault, reaming of the loons and the hum of the mosquitoes “We'll engineer “Glad?”

listening to the s« soon be through here,” said the I asked. The wife beamed ‘I should say so. That is, if everything turns out the way we expect it. They're figuring on building a road up into the St John’s Lake Country That a real adventure! And the country it open up!” In a far corner of the veranda a gra haired man stirred from the reading of his book. For forty years he had seen se in the Royal Northwest Mounted Police now retired, he had taken an easier task, that of traversing by foot and by route of thirty miles in the treatment of the workers of a rail “*Guess I'll go too,’ he said to be jolly well fs Whereupon they talked, until late in the ougnt to be anoe a road in the building wortn it night, of the day to come when they would play their part in the weaving of a new thread of steel in the web of commerce Talked of it as persons would t of a

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for the kmar he had found typho ern the darl tea-colored muskeg drainage which forme their drinking water In the Good Old Winter Time concerned not ata ne But that over the fact that their task here was near- The thrill came in the breaking through of the new one first ing an end ahead —the survey party fighting s way through the bush and running its lines for the guidance of a future railroad. This while and athird outfit also different a second abored, each running lines at so that gineers, far away, might take the three and judge from them the easiest point of attack They to the points other en-

upon a country begrudging ir looked forward to it, wet camps of the spr summer, the dry, « } vasion these people g, the soggy ones of

ing ones of autumn f bush fires nvering in with the smoke o the air, the crispness and rigor ar Sad ( t ‘ re WY 4 t e W t t t t r i ? “ } e com! m ! Ww f ‘ snow ‘ tT ry ft I ‘ trar the winte wi

MU V tr t wait. Fe ' t} For until the the tote ad and progr I horse or ons may lie idle until the time when more trivances the machinery ne from the ground. | horses, those aogs the more powerful thing goes for frail, eighteen-foot meant the progress of more than o n the New of railroad construc

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Continued from Page 153 ll mated as unnecessary work are about as we a bulldog and a black jaguar. Far better if he can trap enough rats or corral enough ermine skins, he owns a chestnut canoe with an outboard motor, with which he can scoot along the streams and lakes in serenity and swiftness, while the wind waves his hair and a grin creases his face, comparable only to an Oklahoma Cherokee enjoying his oil royalties and a new motor. In fact, there’s only one thing more exciting, and that is to stand close enough to the track to get the ballast in his eyes as he watches the Trans- continental go by. Thus do the new and old mingle in a formative country where pioneering, even with a railroad, does not always cease even when the rails are laid and the trains pound upon them; or when towns have been built, apparently to stay—for sometimes conditions will otherwise. A few years ago the Canadian National Railways, now the government-owned system of Canada, de- cided to build a cut-off from its southern line to its northern line, to form a connect- ng link in the central-western portion of Ontario. No town was at the junction point; in fact, nothing was there but mus- keg and burn-over. The division point, consisting of roundhouses, shops, tank and station, was at a place called Grant, nine teen miles away, together, of course, wit! the twenty-odd buildings which formed the homes of the workmen. It was impossible to move the railroad so that the cut-off would connect at Grant. Therefore, the only thing to do was to move the town of Grant to connect with the railroad! Moving Day for Grant It sounds weird, impossible—when one gets out of the bush country. But wher one hears about it up there it seems per- fectly natural; prosaic, in fact, especially to those who did the moving I asked three engineers and two superintendents about it before they could remember enough to fill out the details. “Oh, it wasn’t anything very exciting,” came finally. ‘* We couldn't put the railroad over there at Grant, could we? Well, the only thing to do was to put Grant at the railroad, since that was the logical place for t and it wouldn't be any good where it was Well, it did look tough for a while on ac ount of the muskeg around Nakina that’s what we call the town now. But we fixed that by bringing in steam shovels and ust scooping the muskeg out, down to the lay. Then there was a nice little problem about how to arrange the town. Of course the people over at Grant had gone to a little trouble to fix up their places, and they had cations that they liked, and all that sort of thing. For instance, one man had a house that was some distance from the shops because he didn’t like the noise—you know how those things are. But we worked that out. We just decided that the new town would be the same as the old one even to the placing and the location of the houses ‘Finally we had all our plans made, and ran a train into Grant. Everybody was ready, and they loaded their furniture into box cars that we'd arranged for them. Then with the help of the big hook and jacks we put the houses on the flat cars, even if we did have to cut a few of them in two to do it, chocked ‘em good and steady for the trip, loaded up the shop machinery, gave the engineer the highball and let ‘er go. Well, you'd be surprised at the way things worked out. It wasn’t any time until we had those houses unloaded and spotted at relatively the same points in Nakina that they'd occupied in Grant. The shops were the same distance away, walks were put in and everything made shipshape, and the first thing you know, life and busi- ness was going on m the same old way. The only difference was, of course, that the whole town—houses, dogs, cats, humans and everything else—had just been jumped twenty miles. But then the country looks about the same all along there, so even that didn’t cause much excitement.” THE SATURDAY Except for one thing which the narrator missed, and that was the fact that Nakina, even though it were a transplanted Grant, immediately, set to work to make itself a bigger and better town. Was it not, as Nakina, upon two lines of railroad where before, as Grant, it had been upon only one? Here, with these advantages, one could build for tomorrow. One encounters at strange places the evi ss of looking at the dences of this bus future. The bush may seemingly stretch black and impenetrable for miles, only sud denly to give way to a clearing, and in that clearing mosquito-infested men working stolidly at the erection of tremendous metal] towers which span the country for miles the newly built carriers of the power lines that some day will make the predictions of tomorrow for the New North come true For there are potentialities in this country which are astounding; one goes over his figures time and again in amazement at the vastness of them, yet knows in spite of his misgivings that they are true. Here is a country without factory fuel— both Ontario and Quebec, so far, have been found to be coalless. That doesn’t bother those whose eyes are on another day. There's no neces sity for it. They point to the time of white coal; a time, in fact, which is already ar riving, for the water-power statistics of both the provinces are rising year by year to a point exceedingly imposing. Already the hydroelectric properties of these two provinces are saving $80,000,000 a year ir coal, and the beginning has really only been made. There are still enough swirli rapids to be harnessed, enough swift rivers to be corralled, enough lakes to be dammed to bring the power possibilities of the entire provinces from its present total of 4,000,000 to a future aggregate of 18,000,000 horse power, and that will make Canada a leader of the world in this kind of development What it can mean from an industrial point may be gauged by the fact that at one point in Quebec a 400,000-horse-power de- velopment by an American aluminum con- cern is causing the building of a city from the wilderness. Into that city, and into the factories which will result, will pour a great part of the supply of bauxite from which aluminum is made, brought from British Guiana up the Saguenay River to be manu- stand- factured at a spot which, a short time ago, was country fit only for the moose and the timber cruiser A Roaring Gold Mine It is thus that a land develops In Canada, for instance, there is the story of two young men from the United States who decided that they would go prospecting They had a rich friend. They went to him and asked for a grubstake It was forth- coming and they moved forth into the North Country and into a district adjacent to that surrounding Cobalt, where mining success seemed sure, There was only one The Castro House Through an Arch of San Juan Mission, California EVENING POST t mu ‘ i wever | ‘ new i j much about prospecting the Ca Dusn as a fist now i t yg they did their best and spent a summer rrr) P it inen, crestialien, worried with the pros pect of the necessity for mal ng a report failure, they returned to the States and t« their rich friend “We had a good time and that was about all,”’ they said ‘You didn’t find anything “*Nothing but a beautifu place to cam] was the answer. “Wildest country ever saw in your life, with the spruce thick that you couldn't see twer t1 feet, ar a waterfall roaring until it almost broke eardrums.’ Then, just to take the s ibject off n ing, they showed a few ] ires of tl camping spot, and particularly of the wate fall. The friend asked questions, then more questions, finally to lean back in his cha ‘Thanks, boys,”’ he said. ‘‘This is just about 100 per cent better than a gold mins The waterfall is harnessed now. It sup plies electric power to a city of some persons and one of the largest of the ( dian pulp and paper mills, profits of whic} seem to be a bit better than the average gold mine, to say not} ng of the | iro electricity it distributes. No one ever seems to know wha await when there’s new country to be At least that the st (ana Canadians tel] that story often, especially if the listener be from the United States Canada frankly has its eyes in this dire¢ tion. It needs money — not a few thousand orafew hundred thousands ora few millions but hundreds of millions, and then ever more hundreds. Capital for its undeveloped possibilities: the cry s ever for Capital and plenty of it, by word of mouth, by the columns of the newspapers, by the wording of semiofficial publications. Capital for the building of new mills, for the development of mines which otherwise may be forced to lie unproductive for years to come, for cellulose productiy ties, so that the i vantages of the new industry of artificia silk may be handled advantageously ir country where ce liose Irom vast areas ol bush country is easily available tor com munities which will mean roads and met} ods of communication. Capital — one hears the need of it on every side, and the state ments of that need are usua by the announcement that United Stat Vy accompanie money will be cheerfully accepted Lest this seem strange, let it be know: that it is capital from Canada and the United States which is running Canada + today, and not, as 1s SO popularly l supposed, money flowing from across the sea. As ar instance, the latest gures on mining i vestment, the greatest part of whict Ontario, show that 31 per cent of the $600, 000,000 invested is American, and the rest of the industries show about a similar amount; while England, supposed to be the real exploiter of Canada, drags far ir the rear with only 14 per cent Of the $250,000,000 now being expended in the pulp and paper, power, mining and alum num business of Eastern Canada, the average of the United States is even higher And Canadian and American dollars get along extreme vy we 1] One hears often the statement tnat the man from England does not understar Canada-—its size, its problen ts new ness put that the Unite 1 State 10es Time was i Canada wher i person trom the United States was called a Yankee with a tinge of sarcasm ir ne one That was the same time that Canadians were ealled Canucks with the same sarcasm in the same tone. But that day is gone. 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Normal, healthy hair—thick, strong, free from dandruff —looks well because it is well oes your hair need help to make it vigorous? \ OST men suffer from one, or 4 both, of twocommon hair ail- } Menis dandruff and thinning hair. Neglected, they ean result only in complete loss of hair. Yet all that is needed to over- come them—keep the hair clean and strong is a moment’s special daily care. Even long established cases \ ield to this simple treat- ment: EVERY MORNING moisten hair and Ip ger TOUSIY ¥V ith Ed Pinaud’s Fau de Qjuinine. Just shake the bottle with its ‘ nt shaker top, over your head Phen with the fingers pressed down firmly, the scalp vigorously in every direc ng tl tonic thoroughly into inch of the scalp. Comb and brush ur while still moist It will lic wav vou want it You will feel the difference in your hair the very first time you use this treatment. After only a few days the change in its appearance will astonish you! For Ed. Pinaud’s Eau de Qui- nine does the two things needed to promote hair health—destroys dandruff infection and stimulates active nourishing circulation. Make this care of your scalp as regular a part of your morning toilet as brushing your teeth. Get a bottle of Ed. Pinaud’s Eau de Quinine at any drug store or department store today. Look for the signature of Ed. Pinaud in red which appears on each bot- tle. Pinaud Incorporated, 90 Fifth Avenue, New York City tributors for Parfumerie Ed. Pinaud, Paris. sole dis- ED. PINAUD’S Eau de Quinine THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE PASSING STRIKE December 4, 1926 (Continued from Page 35 carried out by the Boston Association of Ship Carpenters? How many are aware that most of the followers of the patriot Samuel Adams were workers? The fact is that no proper credit has ever been paid the American workingman of the 1770’s for the part he played in the founding of our country. In New England and other sections the men of the various trades felt the need of association, and their places of meeting quickly became debating societies at which liberty was the chief topic. Though higher wages, shorter hours and improved working and living condi- tions were the aims, the tendency in all strikes for 150 years was to blame the lack of these rights on political conditions. Up to and long after the Revolution we find such plaints as this, printed in a Colonial newspaper of 1775: Do not the threats of the rich to distress the poor in any shape, if the latter should not, in an approaching election, give their votes to such men as the former direct, show an enslaving disposition? Can we expect representatives chosen in this manner will be faithful to pre- serve our liberties? Have not the tradesmen and laborers a glorious opportunity now offered them of asserting their freedom by voting, one and all, according to their own minds and con science, without paying the least regard to the lordly dictates of their employers? The tone of this, even more than the subject matter, would make any worker or employer laugh today, so far have we trav- eled along the road of equality and inde- pendence. It is as fearsomely tentative in its queries as the manifestoes of John Ball back in the days of feudal England, 400 years earlier. Yet what a perfect explana- tion it supplies for the almost complete omission by historians of the work done by tradesmen and laborers in building up the world. Here were men whose deeds of valor were later to inspire the overthrow of ancient dynasties so uncertain of their rights that it never occurred to them to make a positive demand. It is only when we contrast this frame of mind with the mental attitude of the pres- ent day that we may come anywhere near an estimate of America’s real contribution to mankind. To my way of thinking it was not all accomplished in the Revolution or in the Civil War. I see it as a continuing process in the freeing of men’s minds. Con- ditions were not responsible when the uni- versal working day was twelve hours. It was a belief in conditions; a docile accept- ance of them by both worker and employer. We tell only a half truth when we say that greed was responsible for this or that an- cient injustice. Greed, after all, is only a lack of enlightenment. Early Labor Troubles The pity is that we do not have more de- tailed records of the strikes in this country prior to the founding of the republic, for it is in his work that man always begins to question conditions. One might suppose that on a new and roomy continent the few first settlers to come here, with no indus- trial antagonist to face more menacing than a lavish and friendly Nature, would get on without labor squabbles among themselves. Yet as early as 1677 we hear of a strike, the earliest recorded in the New World, when the licensed carters of New York refused to move dirt from the streets any longer for the wage received. Consider- ing at this date the wage in question, the strike would appear to have been justified. The wage was threepence a load. In 1741 astrike occurred among the bak- ers in the city of New York, but we have no evidence that this was the product of an organized trade. A group of men seem to have taken it into their heads to quit work in a body. But in, 1786 the printers of Philadelphia went out on strike for a mini- mum wage of six dollars a week, the move being deliberate, and the printers definitely organized for the purpose. It is safe to call this the first step toward a labor moves ment in this country. In 1796 a series of walkouts occurred among the boot-and shoe makers of Philadelphia for the pur- pose of forcing a better wage. These were at least partly successful and seem to have been carried out with a plan. Again, In 1798, a “‘turnout,”” as a strike was then called, was ordered by the Philadelphia jour- neymen shoemakers, this time to resist a demand by their employers for a reductior of wages. In the following year we first hear of steps toward collective bargaining and the employment of a walking delegate by the cordwainers of Philadelphia. By 1803 the turnout had become fairly familiar weapon in the hands of dissatisfied workers, and in that year the sailors of New York used it for the first time in a spectacular manner as a means of advertising their cause to the public. They paraded the streets, forced other sailors at work on ships to join their ranks, were pursued and dis- persed by constables, and saw their leader arrested and jailed. This strike failed, but it left sufficient mark on the records and recollections of the time to be long mistaken for the first strike in America. It was, how- ever, the first attempt by a group of wor! ers to carry their case to the people. e The First Trade-Union Unquestionably these sailors were some years ahead of the thought of the da The attitude of the public toward the strike showed itself for the first time in this dem onstration. A strike was a conspiracy, ar conspirators were liable to arrest and pun ishment. In 1805, two years after this, the shoemakers of Philadelphia, evidently the leaders in labor agitation of those days, again turned out for an increase of wages, remained out for seven weeks, and lost The strike leaders were arrested, tried for conspiracy and convicted. At their trial the recorder said: ‘A combination of workmen to raise their wages may be considered in a twofold point of view: One is to benefit themselves, the other is to injure those who do not join their society. The rule of law condemn both.” Nevertheless, the questioning of condi- tions continued, and in 1809 astrike started among the cordwainers of New York that is noteworthy for taking for the first time the shape of a modern industrial difference Here we find first mention of labor terms that have stuck ever since. The word “strike’’ was then first applied to a stop- t page of work in any one shop, but a genera cessation of work in all the shops of a trade was a general turnout. So, also, the worker who refused to join his fellows in a strike was first called a “scab” in this disturb ance. It is of interest that the tailors are thought to have formed the first Ameri trade union in the form in which we now know these organizations. The tailors themselves fix the date as 1806. But it was not unti 1827 that we find any record of Americar wage earners rallying together, regardless of trade lines, for a contest with employ ers. In that year the spirit of discontent born of long hours, hard toil and other evils of the factory system in its early days ap pears to have affected the whole body of America’s workers for the first time. Con- ditions were ripe for a strike for the ter hour day in Philadelphia, launched by the building trades and later joined by severa allied trades. But this year saw more than the birth of the organized-labor movement. Although there was still a long road to travel before the nation was to reach its present stage of social enlightenment, the roots of virtually all our labor and business legislation may be traced back to the movements launched in 1827. For one thing the idea of a central Continued on Page 161

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Continued from Page 158 organization embracing all spread rapidly and led to the formation of the Workingmen’s Party, the first appear- ance of American workers organized as a political force. Though this never reached commanding influence, it did establish the principle, ever since recogniz labor workers po- litical parties, that the rights of the worker must be considered. ed by all The really outstanding development of the year, however, was the entrance of the worker into the fight for education. In our pride of country we are inclined to overlook the fact that up to less than 100 years ago the only schools for children of working- men were charity schools. We all know, of course, that our present public-school sys- tem supported by taxes is the democratizing influence in the history of the world, but one might assume from the statements made concerning it that even many of our public speakers think it was set up right after the Revolution. The trut! hat we got the system only because the greatest r, having won to individual and ther to group citizenship, demanded it Misplaced Confidence SO Many social concepts were developed n 1827, and in succeeding years, as a con- sequence of forces then set in motion, that to me it represents a turning point in his- tory comparable to the past few years. The school system is only one striking demon- stration of how a benefit to the worker is a benefit to all. The right of lien on property, established as a principle of law about this time, was the first recognition of the wage as the first charge against any work. The abolition of imprisonment for debt was sought to protect the worker in his only asset, but its protection has been of even more importance to business men. We see these developments the first legal recog- nition in history of the priority of hurman over property rights. Yet we got these advances out of a period alive with strikes, which grew more or less steadily in turbulence, in number and in the numbers of men involved. Where once a strike of 500 mechanics at Boston appalled the country, by 1847 a walkout of 1200 yurneyman tailors in Philadelphia seems to have been regarded as a routine affair. That, incidentally, was the year in which the first effort was made to establish the ten-hour day by law—the legislature of Pennsylvania taking the first step. Later the United States Government set up this standard in its navy yards. Strikes to en- force the ten-hour day became more and more frequent. The movement in this coun- try drew more vigor from the passing of a law by Parliament fixing that length of day as the standard for England. But by 1859, although it was still necessary to fight for ten hours, the first demand for the eight- hour standard was heard. Then came the Civil War. One trade- union in Philadelphia which enlisted to the last man made this entry on its minutes: ‘It having been resolved to enlist with Uncle Sam, this union stands adjourned until the Union is safe or we are whipped.”’ But that did not mean an end of strikes. Wars, disrupting industry, running up the cost of living and dislocating the whole field of prices, always bring industrial disturb- It is possible that on a relative basis we had more strikes during the Civil War than during the World War. In 1863 there were thirty-eight strikes in thirty trades; in 1864 there were 108 in forty-eight trades; in 1865 there were eighty-five walkouts in forty-six trades. The lack of any machinery to prevent strikes is shown eloquently in these and other figures of the day. Yet Lincoln had not long been President when Hartford, “Thank God we have a system of labor Whatever the pressure there is a point where the work He was referring to a ances. he said in a speech at where there can be a strike ingmen may stop.” among the England —the the workers of New time. With although labor strike shoe greatest of its ending of the war, THE SATURDAY organization had maag¢ ttle no progre during the struggle, it became « lent that workers had not stopped thinking, and within a few years the demand for an eight hour day had assumed national proportior In 1868, bills were introduced in the ¢ gress to make that the standard Meantime labor thought had been at work on the solution of an ¢€ t t made its appearance prior to the war, wher attempts were made to stop the growing unrest caused by the new conditions of the factory by running imm present immigratior e) and to the steps taken to corre And in this a memorandum given me short died, in the laws trace bac tot! connection it may be of interes to quote before he summer of 1924, by T. V. Powderly, for many years Masté Workman of the Knights of abo It ra as follows: “In 1878 the legislature of Pennsylvania appointed a committee to and results, within the Pennsylvania, of the great rail strikes of the year before. I had been elected mayor of Scranton in February and was to take my seat on April first. As a newly elected labor mayor I attracted some attention because of the novelty of being, I believe, the first labor mayor elected in the United States, and notwithstanding the fact that I tried to hide myself away in a corner through the deliberations of the committee, I was dis- covered by one H. R. Wilbur, who took a seat beside me and claimed to be interested in labor matters. ‘‘He said that he, too, was engaged in labor affairs. Questioning gave me the in- formation direct from him that he was the agent of corporations desiring labor in cases where strikes took place or were in con- templation. Let me use his own expression: ““*Whenever there is a strike nearly on, I take orders for the number of men required and send to my agents in Europe to have them sent over to me; and I, through agents of my own selection, distribute these men wherever they are wanted.’ “I wrote down the words immediately after leaving him, and as soon as I could conveniently do so, I called at h Cortlandt Street, New York, and that it was a common practice to send to Europe and bring men over here to take the places of striking workmen in the United States. **Of all men on earth I was the last man he should have placed confidence in, in such a case as that, for I followed up the lead he gave me, and when the Alien Contract Labor Bill was introduced in Congress in 1883, I was enabled to supply the committee with a mass of documentary evidence on the subject of importing strike breakers from Europe.” investigate the causes limits of on, or The Partnership Idea “*T give you this as one of many side lights on the work of fastening the attention of Congress on the necessity of passing a law to protect American workmen against alien labor.”’ I cite this bit, with its touch of dry humor, not only to show the actual working of labor thought but as an illustration that labor by this time had begun to see the value to itself of thinkers. Although the railroad riots of 1877 marked the openi a period blackened by the most bloody and a period not completely ended until the Colorado coal savage strikes in our history troubles of 1913—labor already was be ginning to understand the limitations of force. From that time on, even though strikes grew in number, until at the turr the century we were having an average EVENING POST ) e te ‘ iy ‘ has grow ; oe And wit the deve ne T r ‘ ‘ me j t was » be expected t ea j i Cast One these-—the idea w w re garded most ADO i rivie t ( to na m-wide Yi ‘ D> if erest t rn ‘ 7 t f enur ; I ca ny recor ame t ‘ e gre val st f Wales t € ) lwa t the alter m f t iggle and the tumult ¢ l es t { wed it, so that ( ect that was vy branded mr m inf My people, as ron W r were afte ‘ disputes ir t ‘ TY t ‘ i i { it tr TT “ar i the T words | can remember to have understood nad tod With strike Lat I fe, there fore t was somewhat of a thrill to me to discover that the idea of a partnership be tween workers and employers apparent land. It was put forth ng words by Mr. D Lleufer Thomas, a Welsh **So long as the or ly tie which bond of the system, so long will there remain a necessity may be traced to my native the foliow barrister: binds labor to capital is the cash wage for combination among earners for their own protection wage The wage system, ir fact, involves labor combination and trade- unionism. But there are many who hope and I am of their number—that the system may eventually give place to some form of cojperation among the workers, or copartnership between capital and labor, which may result in the absolute identifica- tion of employer and employed and the consequent disappearance of the present wage almost inevitable antagonism between class and class. May that great and beneficent revolution be the special gift of the twen- tieth century to struggling humanity.” Looking Toward the Goal Undoubtedly we still have a long way to may say that this has been realized, but the closer I get to labor the that rate of Is constantly ac- go before we convinced goal ing. It was delayed for a time, and more I am our progress toward the celerat many thought the hope of progress had been killed, by attempts to force the move- ment into one fixed channel or another. To me the most encouraging sign today is that both labor and capital have given up this attempt Except for pur- poses neither side is committed to any par- ticular machinery. We now have n the goal, and every year is marked by experimental our eyes an increase of the number of men who have determined that it shall be reached f +} Here is one more evidence of the open mind now being brought to bear on the problem of industrial relations. Having abandoned the determination to get in- dustrial peace by this or that plan, or not at all, more and more of our people are be- ginning to realize that it is more a matter of evolution than of plan. crease of stock and other security ownershi The tremendous in- by working people, for example, is not alto- gether the consequence of a pian to make labor satisfied. It had progress before either capital or labor came made considerable to a recognition of its significance Other instances that might be multiplied out number have brou almost wit! ght me to the ynviction that unseen factors are at wi I believe is strikes continue to aecrease and our minds continue to open, these w become visible. It is now more than fifty years since the idea of coéperative enterprise as a means OI Making unlons ur necessary was st put fort! It has been stated that this idea ad Vance in the past é ears t nin the ¢ ‘ if ort t and the eason the I! ms have grown in strengt! ind poweé s be ise the have found new fur or t t t SS) et t to ” t t ‘ t in the working out o! these economic tur tions, not for the benefit of as e group or class. b ‘the maintenance id nce ment il prospe t | “If you what’s good for you—” —and of course you do ‘08% 6 the heat” is the food for you Old-Fashioned Millers, tn Saint Paul, Minnesota books WELDON. WILLIAMS & LICK Fort Smith. Arkansas

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Moon ayy THE SATURDAY Morning <¥ OFTEN I have lost you for a while And thought: “I shall not ever find again As once I found—my heaven in your smile ; For now I seek and So often I have wandered seek for it in vain.” struck apart From you in sudden loneliness, and said: “ Deep in the Something that once was dead.” even as silent places of my heart beautiful is So often, T touch your hand, {nd seem to hold you The glory that I used to understand, dark then T only miss And all my world is because of this. But out of every night fresh dawns arise So, always, come my mornings in your eyes. Mary Dixon Thayer. Quest if HO gave us tongues that we should speak, He set a two-edged sword To slay the dream unspoken, to kill the dearest word, To cut the silver harp string, to break the golden bell But just around the Corner we shall come where we may tell. The world is full of little folk who war and work and pray, The magic land of Eden is leagues away, There is labor unabating, there is toil without a prize But just around the Corner stands Romance with shining eyes. ten thousand In mystery and majesty the Seven Planets climb, The hills are bright with yellow gorse, the combes are sweet with The ree ling sapphire bre ake rs shatter on the shore But just around the Corner is Something More. thyme, flash and au ondrou 3 We dare not try to find It; we seek, Though our hearts are crammed and bursting with the things we cannot speak ; We strain at bonds that hold us not, we curse our own delay It is just around the Corner not learned the way. It will perish if and we have Yet J think some golden morning we shall know the day is here And the hour of trial on us, and in gladness and in fear Shall venture all and lose it all, and losing, win a soul And just around the Corner find a broken world made whole. Wilfrid Bovey. A Place for Flowers J ILD ducks were flying north And drizzling rain had stopped The plowing. Men went forth spades into the garden, where still dropped Rain’s silver seed in showers With From blowing maples that were rooted deep.

EVENING POST I heard my mother calling, “ Keep A Pp lace for flows rs.”’ And whe n the TOWSs of torn Grew taller there than TI, Cornflowers grew; each morn The morning-glories climbed blue walls of sky, And dee Pp in clove r bower orishgble The Poets’ Cormer d Wild roses smiled from their de w-freshene sleep, As if One watched and whispered, “Keep A place for flower And in the dreams I dream, And in the plots that wait The spades that drive and gleam, A spirit And through awakened powers Of earth, stands beside an olden gate, and men, who still must sow reap, I hear a voice still calling, “ A place for flowers.”’ Glenn Ward Dresbach. Keep Optimism ISDOM for them that know; Justice for the unjust; Ill sees its overthrow; Wonder climbs from the dust. Victory from defeat; April from winter snows; And the green, sharp, bitter bud That give s birth to the rose. Harry Kemp. Canoe! Canoe! ARNESSED with bow sheath and quiver, ; Mustered the moccasined braves, Launching on Indian River, Breasting Ontario’s waves. aughter, Siour;: Gone are those heralds of sl Iroquois, Still is their bark on the water ps9 Chippewa, “Canoe! Canoe! Canoe: Light as a ptarmigan feather, Sweet as the maidenhair fern On with her! Driving together, Bow in a rhythm with stern, Up where the rapids are brawling, Stubbornly driving her through, Up where the forest is calling, ’ yo? “Canoe! Canoe! Canoe! Bough where the squirrel is chiding, Track of t} Bank where the otters are sliding, Glimpse s of marten and mink, ve moose on the brink, Cataract foaming and roaring, Rattle of kingfisher, too, Scream of the war eagle soaring, “Canoe! Canoe! Canoe!” “Luck to you, wilderness rover! Whether you paddle or pole, Rest when the carry is over, Peace of the woods at the goa!!”’ Gayly we chorus at meeting, Flashing our blades from the blue, Waking the hills with our greeting, ’ Canoe!” “Canoe! Canoe! Arthur Guverman ae

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ee sse~enifseistescome oer ene THE No spoken word can quite voice the welcome expressed in the furnishings of an attractive home. Such a greeting invites guests with its courtly hospitality, puts them at their ease and makes them reluctant to leave. With the changing of times and tastes, perhaps your home has lost something of its original attractiveness. It may be the floor coverings need renewal. Nothing can put more life and personality into a room than a beautiful rug of a design and coloring that blends perfectly with the other furnishings. Some time soon go to your dealer and ask him to show you his collection of Bigelow-Hartford rugs. He will display them gladly, for he knows them to be the finest product of the loom—Wiltons, Servians, “Hartford-Saxony” and Axminsters. You will be charmed by their rich quality and coloring. If your taste runs to patterns he has them in the most exqui- site designs. Or if you prefer plain shades he has these, too, SATURDAY EVENING POST Through the doorway this welcome is revealed Far back from the street stands a comfortable home surrounded by great old trees. While its more pretentious neighbors are silent, it ts altve with youth, laughter and gayety. Friends are forever com- ing and going through the inviting doorway. It ts the one house on the street that seems to live... . What ts the reason? in every tone. No investment you can make will bring you more in real pride and satisfaction than Bigelow-Hartford rugs or carpets. You can buy them secure in the knowledge that a century-old reputation stands behind them, every one; that they are guaranteed against the slightest flaw or imperfection. That they will give you long years of honest, loyal service. “Bigelow-Hartford” is the oldest manufacturer of rugs and carpets in America. You cannot buy Bigelow-Hartford quality at less than Bigelow-Hartford prices. Look for the name woven on the back. It is the guarantee of quality. AT YOUR SERVICE—A Department of Home Decorations. You are invited to write this department for suggestions on the selection of rugs and for advice on other problems of home furnishing. Write for new interesting illustrated booklet, “Color and Design—Their Use in Home Decora- tion,’ which gives helpful information aboutallhome | ¢ ‘ settings and furnishings. Bigelow-Hartford Carpet Company, 385 Madison Avenue, New York. . Bigelow-Hartford CARPETS

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book —a country-school prize—was still too sentimentally regarded, no doubt, by the modish matron, in her permanent wave and clam pearls, downstairs to be burned. It was kept on, in a fashion, here in the old- trunk room. “Aslam,” said Thomas, “in my individ- ial, personal significance. It’s outrageous. It’s shameful. Why, I am responsible for everything we've got! Yet, individually, what have I? I ought to have the best room in the place to retire to. I ought to! I ought to sit pretty in this house, and where do I sit? In a slice of attic that hasn’t even got a straight roof, and whose window looks out at two dish towels and the dog cemetery!”’ It was true. Practically every window in the house but this raked a view of hand- some neighboring grounds or dwellings, or the front street itself, tonight proud and sparkling with electrically trimmed ever- greens set up on lawns orin doorways. But here you saw only a drab segment of back dooryard, with two towels flapping on a line and some browning vines and hydran- gea bushes. Under the hydrangea bushes was the dog cemetery, a small tract planted with Thomas J. Power made another quick computation—close to eight hundred dol- lars in high-grade dog meat he had financed; or the collective prices of sundry high-bred Airedales, terriers, Belgian police dogs, and the like, which one by one, as purchased for his boys, had been deleted by the motor traffic in front of the house. In vain he had pointed out that mongrel dogs, ordinary black-and-tans, would do as well for this purpose. The pressure of the times, the clamor of his young had overpowered him. ““And yet my name is Power,” he re- flected. ‘“‘Why haven’t I any? Why can’t I assert myse!f, my own standards and desires here, as I please? Is it that I am naturally inferior—or is it ” Here his meditation turned, as many another man’s before him, tc what was surely the secret crux of the thing: The emasculation that marriage and family life bring to a man. The fiattening of personality, the destruc- tion of all chances at individual freedom, the sacrifices, the immolation which the assumption of family burdens means. The heckling, the nagging, the bills—and for so slight a return. “It’s the truth. It turns a man into a camel, a pack animal.” Above his corncob Thomas looked out of his window at a lazy flying fleece of snow that had begun to drift across the pane. All his life the sight of a light snowfall at night, the flakes burning to silver as some window light glazed them, had brought him a faint stirring impulse to romance, some hint of mystery he couldn’t have explained. The thing had a certain call for him—a sum- mons about it; to go out into the night, into the delicate lacelike web, the violet air. There was a suggestion of adventure in it for him-—to whom adventure, in the narrow sense, was now a closed book— he being re-~ stricted by the hostages he had given, his responsibilities of position, his general sta- tus and conviction. Nevertheless, although he would stand watching a light snowfall in the evening, smoking and rocking a little on his heels and perhaps offering a titbit of wisdom on next season’s coa! strike—coal and snow being so closely collocated—some other fragment of himself, some Panlike element, not entirely decently trampled, would be whispering of other matters; would sug- gest into his hardly conscious ear how nice it would be to make a sudden unexplained dash out into the lazy swirl—its very whirl a promise of anonymity. How nice to make some foray, unattached, out into the evening—-to sparkling streets that catered to a reasonable and pleasant frivolity; to charming places that suggested music, lyric-stringed and sweet; to food and lights, exotic of flame and coloring, and to faces! THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THEY KNEW WHAT THEY WANTED Continued from Page 29) Pretty faces—laughing eyed, illusive, pretty faces—flushed by the music and delicious food, or snow-kissed, brushed by the silvery veil of snowflakes in the bright street. No, Thomas Power was not a Turk— an exemplary husband and citizen; but as well as any other man, he had a normal preference for a pretty face. “Yes, and by Jove, I could look at ’em, too—all I pleased! Talk to ’em; call on ‘em; go to see ’em,” he thought in his moment of revolt, “if I wasn’t tied hand and foot; if I was a free man—like Haydon King, the lucky dog!”’ He remembered seeing Haydon King during the holiday-shopping period. Hay- don King was a man to give anyone pause. The modern movie director’s beau ideal of the free, leisured, independent male. Fifty, but dressed with that indefinable dash that bespeaks the worldly bachelor—pink skinned, silver haired, with a _ subtle Adolphe Menjou air about him. Haydon King was not arich man exactly, but he had enough private income to have an infer- nally good time, Thomas knew. He lived in the Wellington Apartments, where he gave smart bachelor parties. He was popular and invited everywhere. He had been to Paris in his youth for a year in art, from which he had brought back half a dozen very bad paintings and a permanent authority on French accent and fashion, and there wasn’t a man in town who had more women friends. It was because of women friends that Thomas Power thought about him now. His women friends had been along with Haydon King that night when Thomas Power met him. Not one woman friend, but two! Haydon King had had a girl on each arm—a little blonde and a little Titian hanging to him. Between them, old Haydon’s gray head above his black kara- kul collar had bloomed like a gone-to-seed dandelion encompassed by roses. All three were standing looking at a jeweler’s window, and the pretty enameled faces of the roses were laughing, fairly ouf- sparkling the diamonds under the glass. As Thomas watched, the little blonde had wound a possessive arm through Haydon King’s and had drawn him toward her, whereupon the little Titian had hooked his other member and pulled him away. In spite of himself, a faint subconscious envy had moved in Thomas. An old thing like Haydon King But things like that happened still. That’s what it meant to be a free, unattached man—beautiful women fought over you! And you could, if you pleased, reward them. You could buy them jewels. Not that he himself hadn’t bought jewels—the clam pearls for Ruth, and Eleanor’s new emerald bracelet. Thomas sighed inwardly—to think of such romance, such adventure as he still knew. He did practically nothing alone in the interest of pleasure, unless you counted going down and eating a plate of oysters at ‘Ciafferty’s Sea Food Emporium late of an evening an adventure. He looked at his watch suddenly. He didn’t really want oysters tonight—not after today’s menus—but he must posi- tively do something to assert himself, and there was only a choice between exercising _the prevailing dog on its nocturnal beat or going to Clafferty’s. He might anyway, down at the high-stooled counter, meet some fraternal soul tc hobnob with, to as- suage both loneliness and unimportance. The sort of adventure likely to befall him— a talk with a taxi driver, who would tell him about his wife's typhoid, or with «a motorman from the interurban lines, or some masculine night moth with battered wings. Certainly, it was beyond all possibility that a little blonde— Thomas had admired Haydon’s blonde rather more than his Titian — would discover herself through the feathery snow and make some plea for his chivalrous aid or some invitation to attrac- tive frivolity; even if he could remember, after all these years, exactly what to do with it if she did. But it was a lot better to go to Clafferty’s than to sit here in this little room, now rapidly growing overheated; and losing no time, Thomas J. Power switched off the light button, stole down the hall for his shoes and coat and hat, and in five min- utes had issued from the unobserved side door of his house, had debouched by the dish towels and dog cemetery and entered the street. He was surprised to see that the lazy whirl of snow that had lured him out had thickened in those few minutes of his preparation to a really heavy snowfall. The lawn near the hedges, the trees were rapidly covering. The sifting snow before his eyes fell with a little, audible sleety tapping; it drove in floury transverse bars across the sight, so that Thomas had to put up a hand to free his eyelashes. It seemed impossible that a snowstorm could gather such force, make such violent progress in so short a time. The walking was already slightly difficult. He saw now that the lighted Christmas trees on the main street had gone out; in- deed, as he looked, the street lights them- selves followed and the whole region was plunged into darkness, save for the orange bars of lighted windows. Even these seemed dimmer in the graying fog of thick- ening snowflakes, which now seemed to obscure everything and lend a certain unfamiliarity to the street. The houses seemed to shrink grotesquely, the trees to grow taller. Bushes and shrubs took on a new contour. Certainly, what a moment before he had thought to be the big hy- drangea at the edge of the Perry grounds turned out to be, like himself, a nocturnal wanderer. A man prowling or plodding through the wintry gust, though dressed, Thomas decided, a great deal more suitably than himself. He wore, Thomas saw, a raccoon coat, full- furred and enormous of size, with stout black galoshes, and capped by a smallish derby hat, its top frosting like a cake in the snow. As Thomas approached, the stranger swung around to speak to him, and he got an impression of a rather imposing, even chesty, figure, the face revealing a hooked nose, rather piercing dark eyes and a pair of extravagantly long and drooping biack mustaches. Surprisingly, he noticed that the pedestrian wore a sprig of mistletoe in the coat lapel of his coon coat, and that he was smoking—Thomas recognized the gleaming band in a near-by window light one of his detested cigars! “‘Good evening, sir,’’ said a very nasal and very deliberate voice, with a queerly paced familiar quality about it. ‘This is quite a storm we are having, is it not?”’ “Yes, it is,” agreed Thomas. The snow was falling so thickly that he was com- pelled to slap himself free; and a vague sense of uneasiness he could not define, stirred. He seemed suddenly to be at an immeasurable distance from Clafferty’s oysters and the house he had just left. This snowfall now. There was something —there was—uncanny in the way it had thickened up, in the darkness he found here in the etreet o “IT had no idea it was storming like this; no idea it could be like this, when I started out,’’ he added, and he peered more intently at the tall shape beside him. “That’s very often the case, is it not? I mean, it’s what constitutes an adventure; not knowing exactly what it will be like until one is started.” Thomas stared, then shook his head. “T’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” He found himself falling into step beside his unknown companion. ‘‘I—I should hardly expect adventure, though, in com- ing out of my house into the street I live in.” He shook his head harder. ‘‘ No, I stepped December 4, 1926 out to—togetalittleair! And,’ hesnapped with a touch of bitterness, ‘‘to get away from all the Christmas nonsense !”’ “You dislike Christmas?” “Show me the man who doesn’t—or, anyhow, who doesn’t find it a bore or a bur- den. I say show me the man, because it’s the man who pays! You know that your- self. For my part I’m heartily sick and tired of Christmas. Doesn’t mean a thing to me. For my part—yes, and I believe I speak for a great many others —I’d abolish Christmas if I could.” “Abolish Christmas! Why not change it?”’ “Change it! Have you a family? How on earth could that be done?” “T should say’’—the paced nasal voice held a musing tone; the tall raccoon-clad figure raised a finger on which burned a jewel like a red Christmas-tree light and flicked the ash from his cigar—‘'I should say it might be done by the bimbos most concerned with it financially. A little more firmness, a little judgment “a “Have you ever tried it? I tell you, young ’uns nowadays—everybody — know what they want! Bimbos!’”’ Thomas checked, recoiled, stared with bulging eyes at his companion, at the mistletoe, the cigar. ‘‘Bimbos! Who are you? I-—I'd swear I’ve heard your voice before. I’ve never seen you, but I know your voice. I’ve heard it! Where? Where?” It seemed to Thomas Power that the air, above the fury and milling of the snow- flakes, was full of queer noises——the creak- ing and clanking of metals, the scratching and writhing of wires, a crying as of lost souls. His hand automatically made a button-adjusting movement, even as the metallic voice pealed out again, this time dominating the hideous clangor. “You are right!” it cried. ‘“‘ You have heard me, or my like, many atime. I am the spirit of radio. I am the shade of an official radio announcer. Signing off in my mortal guise within the last year, passing on to scientific powers and controls beyond your wildest guessing, it is permitted me, for my sins, to return for a brief hour on a Christmas night, that I may find a discon- tented soul walking the streets of earth you, in short, Thomas Power—to whom I may offer one last program.” “Program! Street!’’ cried Thomas. “You can’t offer me a program in the street !”’ “The street! Look about you, Thomas Power! Look about you!” Thomas looked. The lights had all van- ished now, and the street was indeed gone. The snow made a blinding gray wall—no, four walls. It darkened, encompassed him like a room. It was aroom. He couldn't see clearly, but he was no longer out-of- doors. A tiny spear, a tulip flare of ruddy light broke the darkness, and the nasal voice spoke once more into his ear: “Station Weegy-Wix announcing a spe- cial Christmas feature in two parts; of which we will present, immediately, Part One: Christmas as it Was.” But Thomas Power no longer heard the voice, for he recognized the place he was standing in. It was Aunt Allie’s little old attic bed- chamber of years ago. There was the slant roof—lower even than the old trunk-room roof. There were the little, imperfect bub- bled window lights, set near the floor, black now against the cold darkness, trimmed outside with stalactites of icicle. There was the high maple poster with its double feather bed; a plain chest of drawers, with a flaring glass lamp, a red-flannel serpent coiled in its oily stomach; the rag rug on the raw pine floor; the whitewashed walls with the framed text: Work, for the Night is Coming. And hopping back and forth like an excited cricket in the heart of the freezing barren cold of the little room where even the heat of the lamp seemed to (Continued on Page 171 j i

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST

THE NEW FABRICS : five million American Women

| h / t . ave been waiting for | — { | j i tL } } A. T. Baker & Company— monotonous one-color effects, but an | pioneer makers of quality Vel- interesting variety in color and design vets, Plushes and Velours— pre- x “er ; , sents a completely new line of fur- Happy interiors”—bright, smil niture coverings crystallizing the ing, Bakerized furnicure is here, and modern idea of color and design & here to stay. Lively effects that please a and charm. Coverings that intrigue i the eye, yet sacrifice none of the dura Beautiful beyond belief... theepit §& ee . dette ; bility of the old-style velours ome of smartness . . . charmful, cheer- A . ‘ i . . Rooms with “an air” and that “sunny | ful, modern . . . the new group of q 7 | a morning” look about them. Individual Baker-quality furniture fabrics is here. Lebel i sill pieces—Bakerized—to give them a 4 — ws ns ana nt ne é' personality all their own. . . This is ri i ; are certain Of a es wal what you will find in the more attrac peters epee dene dagen tive homes from this time on. furnish or re-furnisha room, ortoadd §& a new piece of furniture to her home. i . . . rm TI Baker fal be had - re NeW DHaker faDdrics may He Nad if The new Baker fabrics are the mate- s eee ad or — . : P furniture of varying price-ranges, in rialization of many months of inten- G : I Ra Tl a Regt : sets and individual pieces of the finest sive study of present-day home-beau- Rceintiin ‘ell é character as well as in the less expen tifying needs. They represent the com- oe ne Wer ieee, * ae 4, a sive kind. All you need to know ts that bined thought of the most successful ie te At ' y your furniture-coverings are Baker interior decorators, the most expert 4 , Series hae 1 made. This is yout assuran e that the \ furniture makers of America... Beer LE eas ‘ ‘ Sees Rae i ; unvarying 38-year-old Baker standard ; 7 a - Modern furniture display by Lord & Taylor, Fifth Avenue, New Yor ‘ Inviting, intriguing—a definite de mf ifth Aven of quality and long life a ieee parture from anything that has ever value is always there 1 2 < ‘ c 4 2 A I gone before—they are destined to give tothe _ to achieve it. That difficulty is today modern American home-maker the type and —_ removed with the introduction of the For the decorator or home-maker style and distinctive effects in furniture that modernized Baker line. seeking to achieve true color-interest she demands. . * 8 in the interior scheme, here for the first ol ng All leading authorities say that dull, time is a complete line of many new - . 4n unvarying quality 4 | The product of great artists... The handi' drab, uninteresting home interiors furt’irtessoun fabrics ready at ha .. Ask your { | work of the finest and most skillful weavers have gone. Too-obviously-overstuffed dealer to show you furniture covered in the world . . . The new Baker fabrics ex- _ furniture has had its day. The trend of mod with the new-day Baker materials. Ever L/ press all the latest tendencies in modern — ern taste is toward lighter, more gracefullines a single piece of Baker fabric-ed furniture : interior decoration. Here, at last, are the | —less“stuffiness”, more “life’’,clear, definite makes an unbelievable improvement in furniture coverings women have long been __ color-schemes, accented high-lights. No more _ room. waiting for, but until now have never A. T. Baxer & ( Inc., Man

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST GIFTS December 4, 1926 Ash Receiver Bar Pin Birthstone Ring Bobbed Hair Clippers Bonbon Dish Book Ends Bookmark Boudoir Clock Bracelet Bridge Set Brooch Candlesticks Carving Set Chain Pendant Charms Check-book Cc ver China Cigarette Case Cigarette Holder Class Pin Class Ring Comp te Costume Mesh Bag Crucifix Cut Glass Desk Set Diamonds Diamond Watch Dinner Ring Lipstick Set Earrings Emblem Brooch Emblem Ring Engagement Ring Eyeglass Case Garter Buckles Guard Ring Hair Barrette Identification Tag and Chain Jewel Box Leather Diary Lingerie Clasps Locket Lorgnette Mesh Bag Napkin Holder Napkin Ring Necklace New Wedding Ring Opera Glasses Pe il ls Photo Frames Rings Re Saries Salt and Pepper Shakers Sautoir Watch Sewing Set Slipper Buckles Sport Watch Tea Ball Tea Set Thimble Toilet Set Traveling Clock Vanity Case Vase Wrist Watch ~Ge-

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Se ee — eon THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THAT Consult your Ash Tray Belt Chain Beverage Shaker Bill Clip Birthstone Ring } Book Ends ) Bottle Opene Buckle and Belt Card Case Check-book Cover Cigar and Cigarette Holder ot } Lighte ‘ugar Cutter ‘garette Case Yoat Chains Yollar Buttons Yorkscrew Cuff Links Desk Set Desk Clock RRS Diamond Ring Dress Set Emblem Charm Emblem Pin Emblem Ring Engagement Ring I veg] iss Case Finger Ring Fountain Pen Humidor Identification Tag Jew eled ¢ ‘igarette Box Key Ring and Chain Leather Diary Match Box Match Box Holder Membership Card Case Military Brushes Mounted Wallet Mounted Pipe Napkin Holder Napkin Ring Pen and Pencil Set Photograph Frame Pocket Comb and Case Pocket Knife Pocket Watch Scarf Pin Shaving Set Strap Watch Tie Clasp Toilet Set Traveling Clock Traveling Set Watch Chain Watch Fob Wedding Ring Oz, ho , Cz welel =

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST V P F 2a}. : ’ Let oe} | - -» S> “4h x Mews -* Care COD FOLKS ) 32 LIKED SIMPLICITY 4 B EAUTY and STRENGTH F YOU think chat the average American bungalow is the only way to build a one-story house, visit Nantucket and Cape Cod some day and look at the fishermen’s cottages that are still standing there from Colonial days. They were—and are—charming . . . be- cause they are so simple in design, so unaffected. Note their woodwork, too, especially their fireplaces VERY year thousands of tourists travel the highways and byways of Massachusetts to door with ro‘sed panels. The great old “Wood Carver of Salem" would be quick to see the in | COMBINED TUDY this Curtis design t al stairwa Do ORWAYS of the OLD BAY STATE S‘: New England Colonial wort stair newel today would seer early American builders. Note t slender news and balusters and the smal! hand rail. Here ar n mate beauty and grace You will see many mantels like this Curtis design C-615, study and admire the doorways of old fluence of his perfect taste in this modern design Ae, ee, ay ee ee ee — whose most pronounced characteristic is its utter sim Colonial homes. Few of these are lovelier to if he were here to see it. All these details are ‘ios site ate aaitatiadisA task eae e sete plicity. Good proportions—such as only the true artist behold than this simple, straightforward de offered as a unit by Curtis under the simple wav of his new house mounted on e maenificent an create—and dainty moldings, which enhance the sign with the little entrance porch. design No. C-100. The wood is white pine and ieceiatincaiaea tainted ie . . beauty of the mantel with fine lines of shadows, are all Here is a Curtis Entrance in a home in Ger the entrance is made for any type of wall con- anidaiai t boasts as to design. No more is needed. No more mantown, Philadelphia. This entrance ist ction, andthe priceissoreasonablethe small Stair balusters, as Curtis makes then be dove was wanted by those hardy pioneers of America. Tt 2at- ful to every old Colonial tradition—the sl est house can afford this beautiful entrance eailed, not toensiled, to the treads. Easines and + ed simply with white paint or soft tints, of green, blue graceful columns; the delicate play « T s true in all Curtis Woodwork because may be adapted to any rise or 1 f stair. It ' or yellow, this mantel will strike the keynote of almost shadows in the cornice moldings every article is produced in quantities. Great mended that they be t ed, w r s any decorative scheme. curve of the spandrel variety can be attained straight hand rail. Treads and risers should be tongued The mantel shown here is in the home of Mr. Frank the fan-light transom, in this entrance by using and rabbeted together and wedged into the stringer Miller, Albany, N. Y. It was supplied by the Blakeslee with well proportioned a other door designs, as When thus assembled e ca l a ed Lumber Company, dealers. The top of the shelf is 1 sidelights; and finally the /. NS shown in the Curtis scat a abaliininiats ' cecal ‘ i 1054" high and 4’ 314” wide. The brick opening is 2’ 10’ typical six-panel Colonial f ~ Q Catalog as beauty with t ch ( . 4 high and ¥ 3” wide. The wood is birch teresting detail « g e ed brack With such a beautiful mantel reasonably priced, it is beneath the treads on the face stringer. This now possible for home builders to indulge their desire ment frequently found on old ¢ nial stair for real open fireplaces. Woodwork of Delicate Beauty and Exquisite Workmanship OLONIAL builders looked upon beautiful woodwork as the refinement of their archi- tecture and the background for all their decorative effects. In fact in all ages, crea- homes that people have always considered beau- tiful have begun with the woodwork. Furniture, rugs, tors of curtains and ornaments have been of secondary impor tance. Even paint was not extensively used in Colonial | l . houses until the Eighteenth Century, when white lead began to accent the delicate beauty and exquisite work- manship of the woodwork Three examples of Curtis Colonial designs are shown In designing them, Colonial traditions have been faithfully followed. And the fine craftsmanship, too, that distinguished Colonial building, is reflected in the ip and construction of these Curtis articles. + ere 18 a large Variety in every form of Curtis Woodwork necessary for the Colonial home. And also for homes in other architectural expressions such as English. And these entrances, doors, windows, trim, stairways and cabinetwork and exterior moldings cost no more than ordinary “millwork,” indeed often less— because of large scale production and wide dis- tribution. The leading dealer in Woodwork in your town (if you live east of the Rockies) is probably a Curti dealer. Ask him to help you and your architect or builder to select, from his own stock or from his Curtis Catalog, the proper designs and woods to suit the architectural style of your house and the sizes that cat be used in your plans. He will be glad to expla superior construction of all Curtis items, too. O write us for helpful information and practical sug gestions. in th The Curtis Companies Service Bureau 439 Curtis Building, Clinton, Iowa Curtis-Yale-Holland Co., Minneapolis, Minnesota; Curtis Bros. & ( Clinton, lowa; Curtis & Yale Co., Wausau, Wisconsir rtis Sash & Door Co., Sioux City, lowa; Curtis, Towle & P e l n. Ne braska; Curtis, Towle & Paine Co., Topeka, Kansas; Curtis Door & Sas Co., Chicago, Illinois; Curtis Detroit Co., Detroit, Michigan: ¢ Companies, Inc., Eastern Sales Office: 25 W. 44th Street, New York ¢ Curtis Companies Incorporated, Clinton, lou December 4, 1926

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\ ne mem (Continued from Page 166 congeal in a palpable blue aura about it was the boy. With hard, freckled, red, soap-glazed cheeks and chapped fingers, his breath steaming out as he whistled, he leaped about in the joyous task of dressing. His checked-flannel shirt’ tail flapped around his legs; he drew on small butternut trousers over feet incased in thick home- knit gray wool. There was a pair of stubbed copper-toed boots beside the high bed; a small tight jacket, a knitted cardigan, a wool comforter spread on the bed. Thomas Power groaned. “* Myself!” he cried. “‘I remember! Back in ’85! I remember, spirit of radio! The Christmas entertainment in the school- house!” wi H® WAS interrupted by a thin ery of bells far off in the night. From over the hills the wind brought it, faint and eerie, yet coming ever closer in a sweet jingling glass-shattering curve of small sounds. It grew louder, surer, tossed itself in curling silvery loops of music—sleigh bells. The boy clutched his butternut pants with one hand, leaped to the black window light, pressed his apple face to it—his 8kin almost froze to the glass. Sleigh bells—a hoop, an are of thin flaming fairy sweetness! The cutting rasp of runners on hard snow crusts! Yes, a bobsleigh loaded with neigh- bors, already on the way to the school- house. Eestasy, ecstasy, ecstasy, sang the silver bells as they passed the windows, dying softly away, and the boy sprang back to finish his dressing. He would be late—he would be late, un- less he hurried. His fingers caught on but- tons, fumbled with shoe laces. It was Christmas night and time for the enter- tainment at the schoolhouse, and he would be late unless he hurried. He caught the sounds of movement be- low stairs—the preparations Aunt Allie and Uncle Fred were making for the trip. Aunt Allie and Uncle Fred!—the boy had neither father nor mother, but his aunt and uncle did pretty well as substitutes. Both of them cherished and loved him, nurtured him in the simple fashion of his generation, watched over his bodily and spiritual wel- fare. It seemed to the boy he was encom- passed in a sea of love tonight. It streamed out of his heart for his good aunt and uncle: it came up from below, out of their feeling for him, stole into and warmed and per- meated this cold attic chamber as tangibly as the clinging spicy scent of Aunt Allie’s Christmas baking that flooded every cor- ner of the house. Christmas! Happy Christmas! The boy’s heart swelled in a flood of warmth and gratitude. He stopped whistling. Joseph Baxter died on his lip, his tongue stuck out in a little red point like a snake’s, as he hustled at his dressing. Once his eye caught the framed text on the wall: Work, for the Night is Coming. A portrait of a man bowed under heavy bags of grain, with a flaming sunset at his back. The art and the atmos- phere of the period: labor and prayer. Well, he had no fault to find with it. He had both labored and prayed. He had earned such small moneys as he needed for the season, working at special chores—-the regular ones weren’t paid—up at the saw- mill or around the farm. Cent by cent he had tolled it, that his Christmas season might be a success; that he might purchase a certain glass saltcellar for Aunt Allie, make a certain contribution for the woman he loved—and he had prayed. A working boy and a religious boy! He had knelt at night for weeks in his icy chamber, his flannel nightshirt folded round his knobby legs. And remembering the horrid fate of an old neighbor in the summer, which haunted him a little, had earnestly petitioned his Maker: “Oh, Lord God, my merciful Creator, mercifully grant that I may not pass away in the night but be spared to see the Christ- mas this year.”’ Well, God had spared him. ing it. He was see- Eestasy, ecstasy, ecstasy ! Once nr r the golden loop of curving sounds under the dark window. He peeped out again. The McKanes, the Gordons, were passing, and far off, more tinkling fairy bells approaching “Are you nearly ready, Thomas? Ready? He was in his cardigan, his tight top jacket, his comforter now, and now his mittens—his red mittens. Oh, how he had wanted them for Christmas, as against the black or dun of custom. Red mittens, the hue of holly berries. They, too, had stolen into his prayers: “Lord God, my merciful Creator, mercifully grant that Aunt Allie knits me red mittens this year."”, And God had heard that too. This morning when he rose—his Christmas plate! Always, always of a yuletide morning, it stood as Aunt Allie prepared it, beside his breakfast place. A best china piece, im- posing, not ordinarily in use, heaped now with double handfuls of mixed nuts, raisins and hard candy, out of a wooden bucket from the city; decked off with a handsome orange and the two finest apples Uncle Fred could find in the apple barrel, their jowls rosy and sleeked up with polishing. And capping all this today— the homemade whip, Uncle Fred’s gift, with the willow whistle in the handle, anda pair of red mittens! Oh, Christmas! Oh, largess; oh, bounty; oh, festal celebration of an earlier time! Oh, sharp scent of growing hemlock and pure cold odor of country snow banks and simple song of bells! Oh, long, devout, terrible prayers and sermons; heavy, ample country feasting at noon dinner! Long, joyous, chore-free afternoon hours, sledding on crusted fields on homemade skippers wrought from a dismantled barrel. Oh, hour of blazing consummation—the public Christmas-night service, the ritual, the schoolhouse tree! Americans who savored such simplicities, I salute you! They are of us no more. ‘Hurry up, Thomas, the bufflers and the soapstones is all ready!” The boy hesitated just a moment. He could not forbear a final lifting of his scarlet paws before the lamp. Yes, they were as red as the flannel snake in its stomach Would she notice them? The woman he had worked and contrived for—would she see his new splendor? Down in the kitchen, the fire was banked now, and they were waiting for him. Shawled, swaddled figures like King Tut Aunt Allie, Uncle Fred, Jabez the hired man, Marthy the help. The buffler robes were already in the box sleigh, the soapstones on the floor. Doll and Isaac, wearing heavy winter plush, stood at the gate. In just a moment the farmhouse bells would jingle in their turn: Ecstasy, ecstasy, ecstasy, as they all swung away under bending elm trees. Now the farmhouse was dark, lightless; the little attic chamber above, blue, cold, empty. The Power stole near and laid a hand on arm. “‘We, too, must hurry,” he said. “Give me a moment,” Thomas there was moisture on his lashes and he put up a hand to clear it. ‘‘Oh, radio,” he cried, ‘“‘it is most strange! This little attic was a dreadful place to live in This life I poor beyond description. tain beauty, hadn’t it?—er satisfaction, of thrill, that seems entirely In my own children’s lives, figure by Thomas h raccoon-furred said spirit of knew as a boy, meager and Yet it had a cer- a quality of missing today. forinstance. They have nosuch kick out of their experiences as | recall that I had.” “That,”’ said his companion—and once more he flicked the ash from his cigar with his Christmas-tree jeweled finger is exceedingly true. I am told that less and less every year does Santa Claus believe in children. The kick, you see, in any thing is governed by the law of diminishing returns—er—the smaller the stimulus, the larger the reaction. Christmas is no ex- ception. However, that is someth a thoughtful bimbo should take up in his moments of leisure. At present we are busy with our little Christmas feature, and we THE SATURDAY EVENING POST have not yet finished I O rY eve, I y schoolhouse ‘We are going te “ Certain); To the I house symbol of , American respect for letters and culture Certainly we must do the schoolhou At least, you will want to see Miss Hetz See Miss Hetzel? Was it possible he could be indifferent to the ght? The woman he had loved. More beautiful than Helen of Troy, more gifted than Sappho Miss Hetzel who had been the schoolma’am at Owl Hollow for fifteen conse itive | S As Thomas Power and his guide slipped up to the schoolhouse, Miss Hetzel stood at the door, welcoming all comers A tall thin, not-so-young lady with a face like George Eliot’s. A great chignon of ba hair of a brown not quite matching the front. There was a flat green bow pinned to the chignon, and Miss Hetzel wore great special Sabbath bustle, with a plaid pullback draped over it. One hand she kept on the schoolhouse-bell rope, bu other was clasped by patrons and pupils Behind her, the schoolroom sweet with evergreens 4 ow pnre dusky was Miss Hetzel’s male pupils were in love wit! her, and they had worked for days to beau- tify the room. Hemlock sprays, starred with cranberry and dusted with flour, were fastened every- where, and in the middle stood the great tree the big boys had cut and dragged from the South Woods. It, too, had been trimmed by Miss Hetzel’s pupils; chains of white paper adorned it, strings of pop corn and cranberry, and at the top an extravagant gold-paper star—the material supplied by Miss Hetzel herself. The f golden sheet had been cut out to a sten- cil pattern of a man on a camel, and was fastened around a burning balance of the candle on teacher’s desk —-a fashionable transparency creating admiration among the assembling guests But Thomas Power’s eyes were on the door. He ently he saw him. The boy pressed forward to his teacher. He extended hands, redder than Lady Macbeth’s, in silent rapture “Well, well, well, I see we've had Christ- mas at our Miss Hetzel, bending her long, kind horse’s face down t the boy’s hands and pres- watched for the boy, |} hous« as CT ed Oh, could anything be more wonderful than to have teacher eye to ey, smile to smile; to look deep into the well of teacher’s kindly little eyes, to have her pass a genial, caressive, slightly hair-prickling hand over one’s head to be swept , n the surging cré vad Quict the boy remove } to a nosen peg but t } y wt n, at noice nte ‘ displayed on his stul } a seat in the wind-swe wool-swaddled asser i And now the la e ! shattering bells has yard Miss Hetze rope g ng more iZt i friend]; old la n 0 A A on her toes, her wire bust importantly — fe M I Vainthen st ¢ } ue! , announce } nds nd i A ! nere once more to cele ‘ Christmas Festival! Oh, but must w f C} mas entertainme the schoolhouse ba Met | days. 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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST AN ever-increasing number of people are discover- d \ ing that the new Cadillac surpasses, in every phase of luxurious and dependable transportation, anything they had ever known before, even in former Cadillacs. This ability to excel—to obtain results so superior as actually to startle even those who had been familiar with Cadillac over many years—has carried the Cadillac DIVISION OF E of today so far ahead of its own fine field as almost to discourage emulation. The unbounded satisfaction which this new Cadillac brings its owners is still further heightened by the fact that, with 50 Body Styles and Types and 500 Color and Upholstery Combinations, Cadillac has practically achieved the individualization of the motor car. December 4, 1926

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THE SATURDAY RON OF “Station Weegy-Wix speaking; what you just witnessed is Part One of a special Christmas feature. Part Two, entitled Christmas as it Might Have Been, will fol- low immediately.” 3ut again Thomas did not heed. He saw that he had entered the Wellington. He was in a bachelor apartment. He was at- tending a Christmas-night party. Iv T WAS Haydon King’s apartment and it was Haydon King’s party. Even with- out Haydon King himself, dancing in the middle of a noisy group with a paper cap on his gray head, Thomas Power would have recognized the place. For at least half a dozen quite bad paintings, signed H. King, hung about on the walls, and there was no other place in the town imaginable that had had so much atmosphere about it; what with its Orientals and tiger-skin rugs, its divans and Turkish ott-mans, its grand piano, its bronze nudes, Egyptian tobacco outfit, bookcase of Oscar Wilde. To these were now added a partly dis- mantled supper table with a great many bottles on it, a quantity of red candles, red roses and poinsettias, and a group of guests in evening clothes, smoking or holding cock- tail glasses, which should have brought de- light to any movie director’s soul in need of a lot of smart-looking walking-on ladies and gentlemen. All the party wore paper caps on their heads and, as Thomas Power and his guide slipped, unobserved, among them, all of them were shouting at the top of their lungs. It took him a moment to decipher what they were shouting, for everybody had a different key; also, there was an ex- pensive talking machine playing and one or two guests were using shrill whistles; but after a minute he realized that they were all shaping one word: Ecstasy, ecstasy, ec- stasy! They screamed it as though they dared not pause a second, lest someone offer contradiction, and as Thomas Power got this he saw Haydon King suddenly leap into a little arena among the rugs and dance the word. Ecstasy, ecstasy, ecstasy, danced Haydon King. Not alone; on each arm, with him, danced a girl. On one arma little blonde, on the other a little Titian. They hung very closely to him, imitating every step Haydon King frolicked through, and all three made a triad that suggested Pan and a pair of nymphs in modern dress. But with that curious duality of under- standing he had had before, Thomas Power had a sudden sharp insight into Haydon King’s mind. He was at once able to look at Haydon and able to feel like him, and he realized a curious and unsuspected truth. The noise, the merriment, the shouting of this party—-which sounded like a sort of ecstasy of joy —was nothing but a mockery, a tide of hollow derision in Haydon King's ear, if he let himself stand still and think a minute. That’s why he danced. Just a minute earlier the clock on the mantel had struck twelve. Everybody in the room had screamed louder, suddenly exulting over the dead body of Christmas, but Haydon King couldn’t stand it. That's why Hay- don King had begun to dance like this. Haydon King was not young any more and he didn’t like to hear clocks strike. He was getting tired. He had had too many parties with little blondes and Titians. Ie was tired of them. True, he had bought this year’s blonde, little Bonnie Wells, a platinum bangle, and had given her rival, Kewpie Taylor, a plat inum bar pin, but he was tired of them just the same, no matter what he did about it. There was a gold hair on one side of his coat collar, left over from kissing Bonnie behind the door, and a maple-leaf red one on the other side, from hugging Kewpie be- hind the big ottoman, but it didn’t mean a thing. He would have liked to throw both girls —pulling and hauling on him to see what they could get out of him—oh, decent enough girls, but gold diggers and out for themselves of course—right out of his fourth-floor window. Only he dared not, for his own sake; just as he dared not stop EVENING POST to think, to remember, to count up. So he burst into a dance and a lot of nois He dragged both girls around in his dance, wearing his paper cap “Come on!” he shouted “Strut your stuff, girls!’” And everybody clapped clapped and screamed —while Haydon King showed what a lot of pep he had Ecstasy, ecstasy, ecstasy! Haydon King danced faster, to keep out of the way of ghosts. The ghosts of other parties, other faces, that wove unbidder through the figures he was stepping. Thirty years of Christmas parties. Thirty years of blondes and Titians. Thirty years of a bachelor’s care-free opportunities, of tl eternal quest for entertainment, pleasure, light experience, romance! Thomas Power shivered. For he, like Haydon King, saw the weaving ghosts, heard the clock strike twelve, thirty times, caught the faint imagined laughter of vary- ing decades of pretty faces whom the gay grasshopper bachelor had outdanced “‘Merciful heaven,” he groaned. ‘‘ Not for me! How does he stand it when he’s And with the thought he saw. All the bright splendor of the scene withered away. The party was drunk to its lees, and vanished. A coid grayness, colder by far than the gelid breath of that attic room Thomas had looked at earlier, stole on the air. A cold not of the body—for the Wellington was nicely heated—it was a chill of the spirit that was like the breath of a dark and deso- late tarn. And Thomas Power saw that in the now emptied room, still wearing its tawdry dishevelment, a man sat alone The clock on the mantel struck four. But the man, who sat alone in one of the big soft chairs, his eyes out on the dim pageant of city roofs and the gray where the dawn was faintly stirring, did not get up to dance You cannot dance all the time. There is a time when you remember and count up Haydon King, sitting alone after his gay party, was remembering ghosts, and count- ing up nothing. Another Christmas added to his tally. Himself, another Christmas older. His life was utterly futile. “He is right,’”” said Thomas Power. “Everything has its price, and his price is hideous! How old he looks, too, here in the gray light-—-old, and too late, really, for constructive human relationships. Not that I didn’t realize this without your spe- cial Christmas feature. I was only talking through my hat when I thought over Hay- don King and his privileges, spirit. A man gets a bit stale now and then — would like a bit of romance. But I wouldn't stand in Haydon King’s shoes for the United States Mint.” “Romance,” said his companion, flicking again his cigar ash with his gleaming jeweled finger, “‘is invariably what the other fellow’s got. Its exact location is in Carcassonne. However, if we're ready to os ne “Weare! Weare! It looks to me, spirit, as if my friend King had come to some heartbreaking conclusion down there in the alone?” spiritual abyss he’s been sitting in. Look how he’s sitting up, stretching out his arms. I don’t want to hear him sigh, spirit. I don’t want to have to listen to the heart- stretching agony that will follow on the reverie Haydon King must have, having lived the life that is his.” But he was too late The lone figure in the chair uttered a sound of the most dis- mal character. It filled the room with flat spiritless reverberation, more eloquent of emptiness than a long recital of negation. 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174 grown dimmer. The Christmas-tree light on his hand had expired. His whole con- tour locked a little different, like one of the fat garden fence posts. “Oh, spirit,” cried Thomas, ‘“‘I under- stand why you have entertained me in this way, and I want you to know that I appre- ciate,it. You took me back to the past to show me where the actual value of Christ- mas lies. In a return to simplicity, to true feeling, to the spirit of personal sacrifice. You took me into another man’s life to show me the value of mine. Your lesson is not lost, spirit. I bless my ties—my family life—and I know definitely what I want. I want for us all a return to earlier ways and emotions. I want my family to have the privilege—for it is one—of doing without occasionally, of disciplining themselves, of sacrificing themselves and of thereby gain- ing a true appreciation of the small things of life.” “You might let me do my own talking. I am well equipped for it, having talked into some of the best-known ears of the country in my lifetime,” complained the nasal voice. ‘‘But you are, in the main, correct. There is nothing wrong with the situation that has disgusted you, but the bimbos, the parents, who control it. There is nothing wrong with Christmas, there is nothing wrong with our young people today, any- how—except our young people’s parents. They have forgetten—red mittens.” “Red mittens!” “Exactly. What the young people need today is a new parental slogan: Back toa ted-Mitten Basis.”’ “Oh, you are right!” cried Thomas Power. “And I, for one, intend to act on it. I have cheated my children long enough.” “T am glad to hear you say so. Begin early. Remember Christmas is an all-the- year-round affair now. The wheels of industry turn, right after the January inven- tory, preparing to create new luxury tastes, new fashions and appetites in expensive in- dulgences. Lose no time. Begin teaching denial and work, and remember that slo- gan. It’s a good one for the whole year, for any occasion: Back to a Red a

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“Oh, I will! I intend—I feel -——”’ fal- tered Thomas. There was no one to hear. The spirit of radio had gone. “Darn it, that’s just like a radio an- nouncer. Will have the last word.”’ Never- theless, he meant what he said. ‘“‘I do—I will—I intend—I feel i He certainly felt something quite heavy across the pit of his stomach. There was a blaze of light on his eyes, which were closed. He opened them. He was still in the old- trunk room, had not left it. He was still in his chair, with Eleanor’s too tight slippers on his feet and Eleanor in his lap. She was s. ing on his stomach, her arms a little smothering around his neck. “Wake up, wake up, daddy,” she was saying, and she put a little kiss on his nose. “T’ve been looking for you everywhere. What on earth are you doing up here in the trunk room? Why aren’t you down at my party? And making such a noise! Why, I wouldn’t have dreamed you'd be in this hot little den tonight if I hadn’t heard you yell- ing! And look what you’ve done! You've all but pounded the cover off this little old book —it’s this funny little old Christmas Carol—and with a bath brush, daddy.” Vv IS first thought was, “‘How pretty Eleanor is!”” She certainly was. Her curly golden bob swung like a trumpet flower around her pretty little enameled face. Her blue eyes were big with dreams and romance and thrills from dancing with those flopping black crows downstairs. Her little bare arms around his neck were soft as silk. She smelled of daffodils. Her pretty dress was a mist of pink spun sugar. And she had missed him; had come up to search for him, had kissed him, his little girl. “So you missed your old dad,” he said, and put up a rumpling hand on her golden waves—although he knew he should not, Miss Archer asking three dollars every time they were arranged like that. Eleanor dodged him, laughing, and he saw the emerald bracelet he had given her glitter on her wrist. EVENING POST “Like your bracelet, lovie?”’ he asked. “Oh, it’s darling, daddy! Oh, I’m mad about it!’”’ But there was a slight cloud then. “I don’t know, though. I kind of wish I’d asked for my pearls this year. Alice Kirby did—and, oh, she got the love- liest string! Oh, you ought to see them! She’s got them downstairs now. Oh, they’re darling! Oh, everybody’s mad about them, daddy!”’ Something rumbled deep within him. Alice Kirby, plain little hen—not half Eleanor’s looks—and Watts Kirby never had solid ground under his feet financially. Why should a man like that dower his child any better than another? “Well,”’ he snorted, ‘“‘ Christmases aren’t the only times, are they, dearie? There’s birthdays too.” “Oh, daddy,” screamed Eleanor, ‘do you think I could have my pearls on my birthday instead of waiting for next year? Why, that’s only in six weeks! Why, I’d have them for the big Sorority Convention Ball and for Maysie Meissner’s wedding — when I’ve got to be a bridesmaid—and for all the spring dances. Oh, daddy, that’s perfectly darling! Oh, daddy, I’m just crazy about having my pearls right away, and to have my bracelet too! Aren’t you an angel!” A gale of powdery young arms, of daffodil scent and soft kisses enveloped him. Could he resist them? Is there any thrill more potent than making a pretty woman prettier, of showing one’s power, of winning oneself the gratitude, the acclaim, of one’s dependent women? Yes, and they appre- ciated it! He was wrong. Someone did think about him. Little Eleanor had missed him, had stolen away up here to look for him. “*So you came to look up the old man?” His arm tightened around the soft pink waist. ‘“‘Came to hunt up dad.” ““Why, of course,”’ she said, and she put another kiss on his nose; “‘and you’ve got to come along downstairs with me this min- ute, daddy. The party’s nearly over. There'll be only one more dance—Listen! That’s it now—I’ve got to fly. So come along.” December 4, 1926 “Lock here,” he said, “that’s all right, pet. I’m not really needed. You can say good night for me. Nobody’ll mind me. I’ve—I’ve just dropped out of the party.” “Oh, but ’’—she stopped and gave hima reproachful look—‘‘oh, but you couldn't do that, daddy! There’s Mr. Ossinsky.”’ “Mr. Ossinsky?”’ “The Jazz-Bo leader, daddy. You can’t drop out. He wants fifty dollars, daddy.”’ “Oh!” Obediently, Thomas Power's hand sought his wallet, removed and handed to his young daughter two golden twenty notes and a ten. Oh, well, he had expected this. He was prepared, in fact. “You give it to Mr. Ossinsky, dear.” But the little pink palm was still ex- tended. “And the tip, daddy. Aren’t you going to give Mr. Ossinsky a tip? Everybody tips.” “A tip!” “Oh, yes. Alice Kirby’s father tipped Mr. Ossinsky four dollars at their dance last week. That’s double the usual tip he gets. He gets two dollars everywhere from just anybodies at all.”’ The blue eyes watching him rounded, doubted, accused. ‘Piker!’’ they seemed tosuggest. ‘Is my father a piker alongside of Alice Kirby’s father?”’ An invisible shade—in a raccoon coat, a derby, mistletoe sprig, smoking a cigar stole near, then dissipated to mist. “‘ You you shut up and get out,”’ said the troubled mind of Thomas Power. ‘I’m doing this.”’ But was he? He was the slave of love, of sweet compulsion, of a modern standard, of all-hideous competition. Well, call hima slave; call him anything you like. A dumb dora. But he wasn’t any dumber than they come. You can try it yourself. He knew what he wanted, but he hadn't the strength. And he was willing to be called anything but one. “No, I am not a piker,”’ said the soul of Thomas Power to his sternly judging child, to the sneering silent pressure of Mr. Watts Kirby. And on top of the fifty dollars in Elea- nor’s hand, with a slight temporary feeling of superiority, he laid a crisp five-dollar bill. BEANY’S FATHER ENTERTAINS Al MONKEY (Continued from Page 43) Pewt has got a bully idea. he says that when vacation comes we 3 fellers can taik a trip to Kensington and Kingston and Hampton and Stratham and play the organ and show off our munky and sleep in barns nites and get all we want to eat and a lot of money besides. most evrybody gives a munky sumthing eether a cent or a 5 cent peace or sumtimes a ten cent scrip or a donut or a peace of bread and butter or a peace of pie. the only truble is that the munky dont like Pewt. he plages it and chitters like it and he gets the munky mad jest like Beanys granmother did. i think the munky kind of likes me and Beany. i read sumwhere that munkys dont like to be mimicked and Pewt can look jest like one when he wants to. Friday, June 13, 186-—— today old Tom Fifields cat whitch has got kittens in the barn nex to Beanys thougt she wood drive our munky away. we herd a auful yowling and saw her with her back up and her tale as big as a broom marching stiff legged towerds our munky whitch set there doing nothing but maiking funny faces. well the old cat was yowling out of one corner of her mouth and her ears was lade flat. Beany wanted to stop her befoar she scrached our munky into strips but i sed wate Beany ess see if the munky can really fite. so Beany wated until the old cat after one auful yowl gumped rite at our munky. weil i never saw ennything like that. the hoal air seamed full of yowls and chitters and cat fuzz and the cat and munky were going round like a pinwheal for a haff minit ind then the cat got away and went over the fence spitting and up over the nex fence and the nex until we coodent see her enny moar. i gess she must have run a mile. ennyway the munky had his hands and feet and mouth all full of her fur and fuzz kep coming down for a long while. gosh that munky can fite. tonite old Tom Fifield come over to Beanys and asted if we had saw his cat. we sed no but he dident ack as if he be- leeved us for he sed i havent saw her sence morning and if eether of you boys has did ennything to her you will wish you hadent. well we crossed our throte and hoaped to die if we had. and we hadent did a single thing to her, now had we. i told father tonite about the fite and what old Tom Fifield sed when he was hunt- ing after his old cat and father asted me what i wood do if old Tom Fifield shood have me and Beany arested for assalt on his cat with a daingerus weppon. then i sed father we dident use enny daingerus wep- pon. we dident tuch his old cat we jest stood still and wached the fite. then father he sed according to what peeple say old Gus Bickford sed a munky is most as daingerus a weppon as a rattlesnaik and if you fern- ished a daingerus munky to lick his cat with i am afrade Jug Boxford wood find you gilty. then i sed but father we jest had the munky there on Beanys fathers land and the old cat dident have enny rite there. then father he sed well that is a point in your favor and i will back you up this time till deth do us part. after i had went to bed that nite i herd mother say George, George is father you know, why did you wurry Henry about that munky and cat fite. and father sed well Joey, Joey is mother you know, I thougt it

woodent do to incurage him to set animals fiting, but by Godfred Joey i wish i cood have saw that fite. so then i gnew that father was having sum fun with me. it is auful hard to tell whether father is goking or in ernest. it is always safter to ack as if he is in ernest becaus if he is in ernest and i think he is goking i am lucky if i get off with a bat in the ear and not kep in the yard or put to bed in the daytime whitch is the wirst thing that can happen to enny feller. Saterday, June 14, 186—— our munky has did sumthing pretty good. this morning erly he got out and went way down on South street and clim up on a window and looked in and chittered. well old Bill Cas- sidy was in bed. Bill had been drunk for a long time and his folks coodent stop him. well when he seen that munky he let out sutch a yell that the munky gumped down and ran back to the school house and clim up on the school house. well old Bill kep yelling and hollering and his wife and the rest of the family rushed in and asted what was the matter and he cried and sed he herd sumthing and waked up and saw a big baboon with a long tale climing in the window and he gnew it was the devil after him becaus baboons dident have tales. old Bill was most crazy and they got the doctor and he told old Bill that he was jest reddy to have delirius tremens and if he did it wood kill him. so old Bill has taken the pleg and aint never going to drink enny moar. Beanys father had to taik the hand organ into the school house yard and play it befoar the munky wood come down and get his peanuts. Jonny Gibson the teecher kep the fellers back. we have got him tide to the hand organ again. this afternoon we locked him in the barn becaus we wanted to go up river. we cant spend all our time tending to a munky. tonite there was terible xcitement down town in a saloon. 2 fellers from Ports- mouth was up here. they was drunk when they got here and went into Jack Foggs saloon and ordered sum oicesters. while Alf Foss was cooking the oicesters they kep swaring and saying things to him anc drinking from bottles they took out of their pockets and triing to pick a fite with sum fellers whitch was there. well Jack Fogg wasent there or he wood have fixed them for father says he is a wildcat when he gets mad. but old Alf is fat and cant fite verry mutch but he wasent afrade and so he told them if they dident behave he wood call the polise. well they told him to go to hel and they sed the hoal dam polise forse coodent put them out. then old Alf opened the door and told them to get out and one of them hit him a auful welt with a bottle and gnocked him unconscientous on the floor and then they piched into the other fellers whitch was there eeting oicester stews and clam chow- ders and pigs feet and tripe and 2 fellers gumped out of the back window down onto a pile of oicester and clam shells. if they had did it 3 months befoar they wood have been carried over the dam by the freshit. and sum of the fellers got out throug the door and hollered that they had killed old Alf. well they ran for the polise. Old Swane was out of town hauling wood. Old Mad Sleeper and old Brown Continued on Page 179

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I So ne ee rer me = ~~ (Continued from Page 174 was driving hacks to the depot but they got old Misery Dirgin who come on the gump and piled down into the resturant. old Misery isent verry big but he has got plenty of curige. but when he got there both of tne big fellers lit on him and gnocked him down and then picked him up and throwed him rite throug the back window down on the oicester shells. well while old Misery was climing up between the 2 bildings to get back to Water Street and try it again Beanys father come running across the street drawing his billy and he went down into that saloon like old Daniel into the denn of lions. well you never herd sutch a noise bang- ing and the smaching of glass and crockery and yells and feerful swaring and tipping over of chairs and tables and then Dan Hartnett come and yanked off his coat and went down the steps in one gump hollering hurroo and then there was moar noise and we cood hear Dan hollering hurroo, thats for your nob and how do you like that and then the noise stoped and up come Beanys father with his coat torn most off and his hat gone and his shert ripped open and his mouth bleeding and a lump on his head. he had a big felier by the gnap of the neck and he had hancuffed him. the feller looked as if he had been run over by a ox teem. then come Dan shoving another hancuffed man along. evry time he wood hold back Dan wood give him a kick. well when the peeple saw them lots of the fellers whitch dident dass to go down into the saloon hollered string them up to the lamppost and they pushed forward and jest then old Misery whitch had got back and old Mad and old Brown whitch had come on their hacks with the horses on the ded run gumped off and maid the peeple stand back. and when the peeple saw old Alf coming up holding his head they was- ent so mutch xcited as they was when they thougt he was ded. Alf had got back most of his sences but not all. He had a buntch on his head and he had been trod on a good deal by the fiters but he wasent mutch hirt. then they drug the fellers to the lockup and they had to get doctor Perry to sew up their cuts. the fellers sed they had augt to get old Gus Bickferd to do it as a veteriny sirgeon was good enuf for them fellers. there was sutch a crowd in front of the town hall that i coodent see annything. when i went home and told mother about it she sed father had gone down as soon as he hird about it. she was auful glad it was over befoar he got there becaus he herd Jack Fogg was killed and father thougt so mutch of Jack that he wood have gone in lifely. after while father come in. he was auful glad Beanys father done so well and he sed Dan Hartnett was a brick. i asted him if the Portsmouth fellers was mutch hurt and father sed that when he left old doctor Perry had them laid out on the table in the lockup and had old Kellogg the harness maiker sewing them up with waxed threds and they were groning auful. i dont know whether to beleeve that or not. i gess it was so becaus they sed they had got to sew them up. idont wonder that they groaned ennyway it sirved them rite. father sed doctor Perry tride to get sum seemstress to hemstich them in fancy pattens but cood ent get ennyone to do it goking when he sed that Sunday, June 15, 186— nothing mutch today. went to chirch as usuel. Beanys father went twoand set there looking fearce. he had a lot of sticking plaster on his head. evrybody was proud of him. o yes i forgot. sumthing did hapen. our munky got into Beanys fathers hen coop in the kind of little ally way where they taik out the egs. he sucked 2 or 3 egs and broke 21 on the floor. Beanys father sed he had chocked up an- other charge agenst Kingston. 2 dozen egs at $.18 cents a dozen $.36 cents. to cleening out broken egs from henhouse $.50 cents. maiking $.86 cents. Beanys father says if this thing keeps up he will oan haff of Kingston. he says he has a lot of charges he has maid. Monday, June 16, 186— had a thunder shower last nite. this morning Beany sed he cood hear the munky chittering with frite so he got a lantern and went out and the poor little munky gumped at Beany and hid his face in Beanys shirt and was auful glad to see him. so Beany took him to bed with him. today Beany is all bit up with flees and Beanys mother and gran- mother took Beanys bed and bed cloths out into the yard and poared stuff on them. Beany says he wont sleep with a munky again. Beany was scraching hisself every- where so we went in swimming and Beany had me taik down another suit of cloths. then he took off his cloths and took a rock and put them under water and left them there. then he div under water and then kep under with jest his nose and mouth above water. after while he went down again and come up in another place and there wasent a flee on him. then he dressed in the sute i took down for him. then we wated an hour and then we fished up the sute and rung it out and took it home and Beanys mother put it in the cloths boiler. Beanys father sed he had a good mind to charge Kingston for a new sute. but all he charged was $.50 cents for cleening Beany’s bed and room. today those Portsmouth fellers was tride i gess he was befoar Jug Stickney and sent to jale for 6 months. evrybody is prasing Beanys father and Dan Hartnett THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Tuesday, June 17, 186— the mur bit Pewt today. i dont blaim him. Pewt was mimicking him. me and Beany told him to stop but he kep on and the munky kep getting madder and madder and chittering louder and louder. bimeby Pewt come two neer and the munky gumped and bit him in the arm U! i wish you cood have herd Pewt yell. Beany grabed the string and yanked him off ] I fork and i grabed Pewt and | the pichfork and together we put Pewt out of the barn. then he run for a rock but we locked the barn door and then he went few minits his father and Pewt rm n fora picn- Se any grabed nome criing and ina come down mad and sed he wood have the munky killed but me and Beany told him that it was Pewts falt and he went off shaiking his head. When Beanys father come home we asted him if he thougt Pewt wood be poizened and have cholery or gungle feever and he sed no but he was afrade the munky mite die becaus he bit into Pewt. Beanys father dont like Pewt very well Wensday, June 18, 186 Pewt hasent had cholery yet, nor hydrophoby or gungle feever. he carys his arm inasling. i wun der if old Gus Bickford gnew ennything about it. i dont beleeve he did. the munky is also pretty well thank you but Beanys father told Pewt if he did ennything to that munky the county of Rockingham wood have his pelt. Pewt dont speek to me or Beany now. all we done was to keep him from getting into trouble with the county for killing that munky. but then sum pee- ple havent got enny gratitude Thirsday, June 19, 186-— both Pewt and the munky are pretty well thank you Beanys fathers horse has got itch. he got flees from the munky. had the horse clipped and wached all over tit 7 « Beanys father has with warm water and soft sope and tobacco to kill the flees. he wrote in his charge book agenst Kingston to clipping horse to kill flees got from munky $1. doller and $.50 cents. to washing horse in sope and tobacco to kill flees that clipping dident kill $.75 cents. 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(Continued from Page 179 hack and the teers run dov/n his cheaks and he ran into the barn and held out his arms and the munky gumped rite into them and danced and chittered and clim all over him and was jest as glad to see him as the italian man was. they jest hugged eech other. then the italian man come out and gnelt down to Beanys granmother and took off his hat and kissed her hand and then he done the saim to Beanys mother and to Lucy and Mary and Beanys father and Beany and me and then he played us all his tunes and then he gnelt down and kissed the onerable Amos Tucks hand and then he got into the hack and the onerable Amos Tuck told the hackman to drive him to Amesbury and paid him for it. we was all verry mutch effected by it. then the onerable Amos Tuck asted Beanys father what his bill was and Beany’s father sed he had a bill aganst the town of Kingston and he went in and got his bill and showed it to him. this was the bill. the town of Kingston to Officer I. M. Watson, detter ine 9 to 2 hens killed by n inky of ital- e at $.35 cent 2 ent

ib $1.25 cent Jur 1uzen og it > is ct » yt | Jur en eg $.50 Ju and y £50 cer Jur » kill flee f < ) cent T 1¢ ~ June 19 to washing horse witt tobaccer to kill flees that clipping did- ent kill %.45 cent June 19 to support of munky 10 da t + ent £° “) cent $s St then the onerable Amos Tuck looked at the bill and kind of smiled and sed it was verry reesonable and he sed he gessed he woodent bother the town of Kingston about it and he gessed he wood pay it it and shook hands with Beanys father and took off his hat to Beanys fathers mother and to Beanys mother and all the rest of us and waulked off. did man So that is the end of our munky now we must maik up with Pewt for we have got a lot of things to do this summer and it is almost vacation time so he pade Gosh aint he a splen- i gess Editor's Note—This is the nineteenth of a serie of sketches by Mr. Shute. The next w an early issu ll appear in GETTING SALESMEN AND HOLDING THEM (Continued from Page 30 them. The reasons they give for leaving ure the same I’ve heard from salesmen in every line “T couldn’t hit it off with Jones.”’ “They tried to wish a country district on me, when I said nothing doing.”’ ‘They didn’t give me a fair break on their advertising leads. Jenks got 90 per cent of 'em.” “They cut my territory.”’ ‘I wanted to get with a smaller house where there was a chance for a firm interest.”’ “‘ These people I’m with gave me a better split on the profits.”’ Whether their plaints bear sifting matters little. They quit because they could afford to quit; an assured minimum drawing ac- count no longer loomed large to them. Three went into business on their own; twoforming a partnership, the third as a free lance. Strangely, too, the trend was toward the small house; perhaps because the latter, having fewer salesmen, affords new men a larger number of prospective customers upon whom they can call with- out poaching upon a brother salesman’s preserves And being free of the expense of train- ing men, it often offers larger commissions. Several men, by a twirl of irony, went with the very firms whose offers they had rejected a year or more before. The house largest in prestige and sales force lost the most men. Salesmen Have Wings Why then borrow trouble and exhaust money training salesmen? Why not sit tight, as these smaller houses did, let human nature run its course, let the big fellow with the will and the wad do the sweating and the swearing? Why not do !ike certain big-league managers hire only the trained? If it weren’t for two towering facts the prescription would be unbeatable: Few business men have a big-league war chest, and furthermore, in addition, also, sec- ondly, and in conclusion, salesmen, like all God’s chillun, have wings. In truth, the very houses that here placidly followed that wishful-waiting pol- icy lost in turn the game they thought they had bagged. And with the game went new customers which the new men had brought them and names of old customers which the new men, being human, just naturally couldn’t forget. One man I placed nine years ago has since worked for six firms. Ten have been with four firms. And as for the fledglings of recent years, they, too, have begun to test their wings. Rather hopeless, futile, it’s seemed at times to me. Employ men in the rough, train them, lose them. Employ only trained salesmen, hold them a spell, lose them. Discouraging, hardly worth the candle. No wonder firms gladly farm out the distribu- tion of their products to a sales agency or a mail-order house. I was mulling such thoughts as these a month back when my phone rang and the office manager of an investment-banking house asked me to find him a bank runner, jazz immune and triple indorsed. ‘‘Queer they’ ve never asked for salesmen. I wonder why?’ I asked myself. ‘‘They’ve moved twice in the past seven years; both times into larger offices. And they're branching out in their advertising ad Retail Methods A day or two later, with dual intent of bagging an order and solving the riddle, I called on the sales manager. I found him a busy man who had time to talk business I'd mark him close to forty. If I'm wrong he’ll laugh it off. The only bit of personal history I gleaned from him was a passing reference to having started his business career upon graduation from college in the home office of his company, licking postage stamps at all of forty a month “T’ve been rustling bond salesmen for ” I gave him the names of several of his competitors. ‘‘Why not for you?” I asked A smile skidded across the veneer be- tween us. ‘‘ We like to roll our own,” he said. I reminded him there were others simi- larly imbued, but who were always oper armed for new material “So are we’’— and there was not a trace of challenge in his tone —‘‘ but we don’t go into it on a wholesale basis. Employment is a slow process with us. Our men stick pretty well.” “They must or you'd have to resort to wholesale methods to fill their places. Why do they? Mighty few bond salesmen do You know that better than I do.”’ He tilted back in his chair as though t balance the thoughts that the question had spurred You understand I haven't any oint ment to peddle’’’ He spoke slowly ‘q don't know that I can tell you the reasor THE SATURDAY EVENING POST

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We haven’t lost what I considered a successful bond salesman in six years. I’m speaking only of this office. I think the way we get our men has a good dea! to do with it. First of all we almost never hire an experienced bond salesman. Every one of the twenty- nine salesmen we have at the present mo- ment was green as grass when he came to us. There isn’t a man who ever sold bonds for another house. “They come from two sources: The colleges, through advertising in student publications, and through our own sa!es- men—salesmen contacts you might call them.” He was silent a moment. “If I were starting out today with a ales force of only one man, I’d move heaven and earth to make that one sales- man get me another. I don’t care how good a man is at selling bonds— or merchandise, for that matter—he can sell his firm infin- itely better if he believes in it. If he doesn’t believe in his firm he won't sell its goods very long. If a man is satisfied with what we give him to sell and with the way we treat him, he’s the logical man to find men among his friends and acquaintances who will be good sales timber. He’s a poor goof if he can’t. ‘“*T can’t stress that strongly enough,” he continued. ‘‘ What do] or either of us really know that’s worth knowing about the aver- age man who comes to us cold for a selling position. We meet him once or maybe three times, kid ourselves into believing we're the original X rays, talk or write to his references, and if there are no black marks we employ him. Then, after months of training and expense, we learn things about him we should have known in the first place— things his everyday associates know: That he’s so heavily in debt he can’t keep his mind on his work, and was simply look- ing for a temporary lift; the friends he gave as references wanted to help him along naturally; or his wife’s been nagging him for months to go back where they formerly lived; or she’s not the kind to retrench while he’s wading through the nonproduc- tive stage on a nominal salary.” Stock in Trade ‘‘Something tells me that you speak from experience. I do. Or he’s a fair- weather salesman, has a consuming ambi- tion to be in some special line of business on his own hook. I had one man leave me before the war to finance a game preserve he’d been trying to promote for years. Every man in the office knew his plans after I'd employed him. He came to me, by the way, through a chance acquaintance I met on a Bermuda trip. Or the boy’s father is waiting to stake him in a business just as soon as he learns one. Or maybe he’s just a complete bust. “Now I'd have a portly chance of hear- ing things like that about him from his references. You're in a where references are stock in trade. Offhand, can you recall a single inquiry you made that didn’t bring a puff to the skies or an abso- lutely colorless reply? Certainly not. We've both written that kind ourselves by the bushel. We couldn't write any other kind and feel “4 His phone jangled, and for a cigarette’s length allusions to “‘6’s of ’29,” “taking a write-off,’ “‘syndicate profit,” and “firm bid”’ sailed serenely through the smoke. “Now, there—right there’s a case in point.” He passed a leisurely indited memo to a summoned clerk. ‘That man | was talking with. He has the northeast district that takes in five counties. Since the spring of "19 he’s brought five men into the busi- ness. Men that he knew well socially or in a business way. One was a small customer who used to invest a couple of thousand of his salary through him every year in bonds; he felt he was drying up where he was, and Clarke talked him into giving bonds a try. Another was a boy who had worked his way business December 4, 19206 through three years of college and then had to quit because of family reverses “IT could give you fifteen instances easily Fully halt the force is the result of salesmen contacts; men that our salesmen knew for months; in some cases for years. But they knew them well, and for that very reason they picked better men than I could. | passed on them finally, of course, but there were mighty few times I wasn’t glad to take my man’s judgment, provided he’d been with us long enough to be completely sold himself. Why shouldn't 1? Doesn't it stand to reason that his intimate knowledge of a man’s qualities, mode of life and ambi tions should weigh more than my fleeting impressions?” “But isn’t there a danger,” I “worth considering, anyway, of your men allowing their personal liking to sway their judgment somewhat? We always strain a point to help our friends.” ‘I can best answer that question with another. Would you strain a point to puta friend in a line of work you didn’t sincerely believe he’d make good in? No, friendship doesn’t enter into the proposition. Further- more, you wouldn’t be boosting your stand- ing with me by wishing a salary grabber on me.” asked, Salesmen Get Salesmen “Yes, that’s true,” I contributed. ‘‘ And of course if I were working for you and you took on a friend or even acquaintance I'd brought to you, I’d si 7 be dead set on seeing him hit the ball. That brings me back to Clarke. The five men he was instrumental in converting he took under his wing. Why, if | were a jealous rooster and didn’t know Clarke, I'd have felt many a time he was after my job. Two of those five men have come through absolutely because he wouldn't let them think of not coming through. Why, he was so bent on one of them succeeding—a friend he’d persuaded to quit the mill- supply game— he hustled down here a day ahead of schedule once to bolster him up and talk with me about him.” A reminiscent chuckle escaped him. ‘I said to him, ‘ Vic, I’ve gone as far as I fee! | should. If he wants to hang on longer I’m with him to the finish, but I won't urge him. He’s got more at stake than you or | have.’ He almost took my ear off. ‘He’s my man,’ he said. ‘I got him into the business l recommended him to you.’ I know how he felt. Every man who hires another likes to see his own judgment vindicated. The others feel the same way toward men they brought into the business. If their man isn’t producing as they hoped, they con- sider it a reflection on their ability to pick salesmen, for there isn’t a man anywhere who doesn’t believe that he’s a whale of a judge of salesmen. As far as I’m concerned anyone here can have the credit of being the best picker. I’m largely interested in maintaining harmony with what they pick.” “All right; salesmen get salesmen But,”’ I questioned, “if they can get men for you, doesn’t it stand to reason they car just as readily take them from you?” ‘Doubtless some could take some if they wanted to. But I reason this way: I'v been with the house for twenty years. I've brought some of my friends into the busi- not because they were friends - and I've made new friends in it, here and in the other offices. They’re one very strong reason I’ve never seriously considered leay ing, to say nothing of urging my friends to go with me. If I were he-man enough to take this whole force with me tomorrow and start in business under my own name, there isn’t a reputable underwriting house in the country that would sell me a hundred- dollar bond. I might have a grand sales organization, but darn little that was worth selling. No, men are free to quit any time they see fit, as many as care to, but I can’t get interested in the theory that my friends will do what I haven't even considered do- ing myself.” Continued on Page 185 ness er oe ee

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Continued from Page 182 The riddle was partly learned his method of getting salesmen, but not yet how he kept them. The last yard- wide salesman he had lost had pulled stakes solved I had six years before, and he had gone in bus ness for himseif and was buying many of his securities from nis old house. My friend, I thought, might be a peddler of ointment, but he knew a bit about the science of adhesion poor I voiced as much “But, after all, pany only as long as it meets his views on compensation, the Wherein does your policy differ from that of the great majority of houses; those I've sent men to, for instance?” “With new men,” he answered, ‘it’ practically the same—a nominal drawing account while they’ re learning the business That applies to men just out of college and old men such as we've been discussing. The amount is flexible, depending upon a man’s responsibilities and our impression of his ultimate usefulness. We call it a drawing account. In actual practice, though, it is the equivalent of a salary until he reaches the point where he’s producing enough business to absorb the amount we paid him.” aman stays with a com on money question. have The Value of Salary **N ow when that stage is reached we have, I believe, a basis somewhat different from other houses here and in other cities. The salesman continues to work on a commission basis aslong as he’s with us, but we also pay him a salary, absolutely separate and dis- tinct from his commissions. The bulk of his compensation should come and does come from his commissions. But he gets his salary regardless of the size of his com- missions.” “Why asalary?” I asked, for I knew that once men hit their strides with the houses I had mentioned their commission checks were far from paltry. His answer came prompt and emphatic: ‘Because it has always been the policy of the house to exercise the same degree of supervision, of control, over its salesmen that it does over every employe from dis- trict managers down to office boys. That sound unorthodox,” he continued, ‘particularly to some salesmen, but you asked me why we paid a salary, and that’s the fundamental reason. We want and ex- salesmen to contribute something besides their own orders. I don’t mean a Pollyanna sales talk at our get-together dinners that will inspire the younger men to go out and do likewise. I mean specific concrete service for the benefit of the his time and interest in doing things we wouldn’t be justified in asking him to do if he were solely on a commission basis.” “For instance?” “If you took down all the instances I could give you, you’d run short of note paper. For instance, then. When you phoned me this morning for an appoint- ment two of the sales force were talking with me about a change we’re making this week, switching one of the older men from a district he had put on the map for us toa more densely populated section where he can make more money both for himself and us. Two years ago I said to him, ‘I know you're not strong for this move, but if you'll take that territory and work as though you were going to do business there the rest of your days, sell the firm as well as its bonds to the banks and investors there, I'll have you in mind for something better later on.’ This week we're putting a new man, whom we've been training, in his place. When you phoned I was arranging with the older man to take his successor over the territory and introduce him to the banks and larger in- vestors whose business he had secured for the house “Now that’s a service I couldn't ask him to do on his own time. Before I could ask it we'd both have to feel I had a right to ask Others crop may pect house it. Simply one instance, that.

up every weel nstances where we want men to break away from the main chance ong enough to contribute to the good. “ Occasionally we make tours of inspection over public-utility properties. They may { days or three weeks consume a couple of day We want the men we take on such trips to feel that they're not on an excursior that, bluntly, they’re there on the firm's money to see for themse Ives the value be hind the bonds they're going to sel If they went on their owr time were ona commission basis alone, with only their expenses paid, they'd well, you know how ke a dollar-a-year man whose m “The same principle call it psychology if you'd rather— applies to our bimonthly dinners. We want to we've found it pays to have them; just as you'd feel own business needs | men come because we expect a man, now and then, to go out- side of his territory when it’s to the inter- est of a customer and the firm. One of our | buy only through a certain salesman who no longer covers his territory for investment; that means the man he has confidence in must quit his own district for clients, for instance, wil He writes us when he has money a day, two or three times a year, and get the business. He does it gladly, even though the salesman who has that customer's district gets the profit on the sales; for when a man takes a new territory all the customers, as a general proposition, go with it “Now you can’t compensate men ade- quately for services of that character on a per diem a tariff-schedule he continued “The amount of salary the man, I assume?” “Yes, same as with any other employe. It depends on what we feel he has contrib- uted, how long he’s been with us, his gross sales and net profits, how alert he is to get new customers even smal] how well he holds all his customers; in short, what we feel he’s worth to the business.”’ Whereupon, he gave, in willing confi- dence, the range of salaries which he paid his salesmen. The figures are unimportant, except in that they were in no sense nom- inal. Men could live well upon them almost anywhere, but they couldn't splurge very long. Millions are supporting an average family and saving a bit on the lowest paid; thousands are supporting an average fam- ily plus a car on the highest ‘I'd hardly call them honorariums,”’ I ventured. ‘‘ They’re pretty substantial, con- sidering the commissions that are added to them. But I’m wondering Pe or basis,” depends upon ones Experience in Demand He raised his hand. ‘‘Of course you are. I knew it was coming sooner or later,”’ he laughed. ‘‘ You're wondering if the liberal salaries we pay salesmen don’t cause them to limit their efforts—to be satisfied with their salaries and moderate commissions. In some cases, absolutely yes, but I can recall only two or three cases at the most where it worked out that way. We'd be pretty soft if we let it continue, once we were wise to it. The very fact that we’re paying a man a salary puts us more on our toes to see that he’s earning it than we'd be if we paid him only a straight commission. When we're on our toes he’s more likely to be on his. No, if any salesman lies down because we are giving him what we think he’s worth, it won't take us long to revise our estimate. “And we wouldn't cut his salary.”’ His gaze ceilingward carried, I thought, an ominous note of retrospect. ‘“‘Even when Liberty Bonds touched low-water mark, seven years ago, we didn’t cut them, nor did we drop a single man we wouldn't have dispensed with in an active bond market We knew it was up to every salesman to work harder than he'd ever worked, to radi- ate confidence and pry loose idle money for creative enterprise. I felt we did our part when we stuck to our normal policy during abnormal way. times; we were consistent any- THE SATURDAY

EVENING POST ,OwW i ea { ’ ( ! weit t ' . e entrance Da ipression that iy I a we re so 1 for salesmer We're not or when it nkea witt merits straightaway commission basis. If ook Ke good ointment to yor hy . in you , t huta ¢ 1, US€ it aor rub it r There isiness eno all. Any time in across a likely re cruit that you know better than y along: | he glad to talk with him. Good-by Tell her to put that on this phone here (,000-bD\ had s method of « Salesmen worked so get salesmer t too, nad tr om pensating them. But, after all the returns are in. didn’t he get yg because he they Saiesmer volunteered to finance men while learned to be salesmen in his particular sphere? So, at least, it struck me, back at my office, as I pondered our talk. But his problem, though knotty enough, was some what different from that of the many other sales managers who had turned my way The orders of some of them were, in fact

dozing on my desk. I looked them over Nine in ten called for full-blown salesmen to handle commodities, staple articles specialties which men, nine in ter f they were salesmen — could just naturally go out and sell after but a day or two of priming The cost of training was nil; the need for high technical background, ditto Creating an Appetite Yet I had made hardly a dent in filling them, though within forty-eight hours I could have filled nearly every one had they carried a drawing account. The men who wished them on me knew that fact as well as I. If you're skeptical insert a one-| ad in your favorite daily, reading: men dwg See " and see what happens But they were not of that brand. A com- mission on what men actually sold was all they offered. You'll find column on column of openings like them in the daily press of New York, Philadelphia, Chicago, San Francisco. The opportunities which many of them offer are not worth your time or postage, but the fair majority are like those I had before me— for salesmen to sell good goods for good people and no place to go. Business men willing to share their profits with men who would sell them. The question persisted men with no better products got salesmen on a paid-as-you-sell plan. Some, I knew, had been doing it for years. If they could, why couldn't Why not see one of them-—one that’s been through the mill and still going strong? Get his experience, not his dope. It might I thought it over. And then, a week later, I found myself beside a coatless gen- tleman of normal blood pressure, seated at a roll-top desk. I had picked him as my quarry because the company of which he is part is known in millions of homes and its policy of employing salesmen has remained substantially unchanged for twenty years. Then, too, because friends and its officials told me he was the man to see “Where do we get salesmen, and how? He juggled the question leisurely. ‘“‘That’s a nice steaming dish to set amana day like this!”’ j ’ , : A nolo contendere filed, he

line “Sales acct Goods all dolled up Other business — before ther me in brief the early history of the company; how, in order to create and then support a wider market for their output, they had years ago foreseen the necessity of stimu- lating a legitimate public demand for a variety of household articles gave which could well be fabricated from their basic product; how the company’s fifty-odd competitors ert it into buy its basic product and cony practically the same types of finished spe- a larger tonnage consumes in ts cialties, buy, in fact, the company itself finishing processes ‘Now as to the consumer appetite,”

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We ilesn | De fare I st rr First, there he salesn ler tr we take on f emt i TY yment. W mig en hir ‘ “ ne wa f to stay, Dut ‘ me vit j erstar ling that he to work for ie nite period At th time of year we roug! 500 here ar { nada \ 1) per cent are ye me who ha ta ed the work for tl immer mont! In the past twent ears we have ha least 70.000 « ge men s¢ ng for us dur the ummer vacatior We start an paigning tor em arour January eve year, So as Lo give us pient i time to ha a complete organization ready to ents fre } the rv ilé | rie Urigina we | to make more inté sive arives— before we were: knowr We sent rey resentatives tot? olleges to ¢ the interest of some e more promine students, ass) officer athletes, o prize debater The turn would intere others. The a wee S efore a co ye our organizer w eturn ar y a short series of tall ir produ how they re used, how i metho nat ng orders ‘ erritori an raft of last-minute deta In recent year t nasn t always beer ect ir us t send organizers before rie is student who nave heen in the ‘ or us in pre ous summefs are abie and giaac to find mer for us: some, in fact the trick infinite petter thar our staff men beca Is tne have the time to work slowly ar inde ess pressure. Their n experienc rrie more weight with new men than eve thing we can sa 1 know | id prett good luck in my day. We a t wit! about an ever nur ye throughout the country “Of course,”” he went or ther ing strikingly original in any of that, know Other firms are doing much t same. But with us it has worked out different from what we anticipated though we started r college ampaigt somewhat as an experiment, in brir ging to us some } men, our Cl; { inamoment. And by the way, it also mad us build a plant in Canada to take care the business these three-mont} in-the-ve men stirred up across the border. Not bad for higher education, considering what t costs these days , “Yes, but to speak in lowbrow lal terms,” I injected, ‘how well did they st it out? Have you any figures on yo turnover?” Sink or Swim Here my notes fail to show |} natured parry: ‘“‘When you fina good cook, why talk about the po you had? It won't help you to get a good one if she leaves. But since you as} you can put this down. Fully 75 per cent of the college men we employ work make a since And 5( job other dose ) | It yer see re e] nt cent ms their sporting instincts and have more bot tload carr fellow who hasn't gor been out a few year hard work. We drill t they’re on their ow swim; no wiring to money that isn’t du and the law of averag surance of success. N accepts that kind of | level best, as a rule, t g, first because he then because mp mate rs hir They we on a ind pav the x eX m™m < T T ty poor | neé to n - e that eve mate ¢ W t Tort + » } i” at it has results Key Sale ass Three men, whom I'll get

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Frequently, in writ- ing us, men fail to use our corporate name. The copyrighted name of our goods, though, seems to stick in their minds.” No /000-Volt Slogans “Now for Class Two. There’s not much to be said there. They’re our all-year- round salesmen-demonstrators. We have about 500. A few are college men. The others come through numerous channels, none of which we could dignify as a source. The 500 are the logical result of having had many thousand part-time men working for us over a course of years—-that, and having read of or seen our goods. They’re also on a straight commission. If thousands of men are satisfied to sell for us on that basis three months of the year, there’s no good reason for changing our basis for twelve months’ work. Generally speaking, the longer a good salesman covers a territory the better should be his returns from it. “Third and last call, the dealer sales- men. There are forty-nine at last count. They handle over 5000 accounts here and in Canada—dealers, stores, the retailers of the country. Classes One and Two, you understand, sell direct to the householder the ultimate user—and their sales and demonstrations supplement and stimulate dealer sales. All of the forty-nine, without exception, are former part or full time salesmen who have come through the ranks. ““When vacancies occur they are filled by home-office men with road experience. To- day we have a waiting list. They are paid a salary, their expenses and a bonus. Does that about cover it?” “*Except for your reasons for paying your Class Three man a salary,”’ I said. The reasons he gave are before me now in cryptic penciled notes. In his case they may have little to do with getting sales- men, as the men to whom the salaries were paid had in all cases first worked for the company on a strictly commission basis. And it was logical to suppose they would willingly continue on that basis had the company indorsed it. But the reasons, strangely enough, as I read them over, are identical in their gist with those I was to hear expressed a week later by a director of sales, miles distant, as the primary reasons for his own company having blazed a salesmen service record that reads like the roster of a veteran army post. It hasn't missed a pay roll, this company of his, since T. Jefferson took his first presi- dential oath. I don’t know how many salesmen it then had, where they came from or how well they stuck, but I do know that its salesmen force of 163 men in one de- partment, a century and a quarter later, has stuck for an average of more than thir- teen years a man, and in A.D., 1925, batted out a gross of $23,600,000. I have sent white and blue collar men to its plants in various states. Not one of the many hundreds ever returned to register a kick; nor has any business agent hot- footed to tell me the company was on his iocal’s unfair list. And if you backed me into a corner and asked me why none had, I'd say it’s not because the company has no labor policy, but because it doesn’t talk about the very definite one it has. But I have never sent it salesmen. No 1000-volt slogans adorned the wall of the gentleman the afternoon I called upon him. A quiet-spoken man, I found him, EVENING POST with eyes, a voice, a smile—much like other men. ‘I'm afraid I can’t help you on the first half of your query.’ He glanced at a letter I had written him some days before. ‘‘ Get- ting salesmen isn’t one of our problems. We have quite a long list of eligibles right in the sales department—men whom we've trained for the work, and most all of them with some road experience. We give seri- ous consideration to only about one outside application in a hundred. “But on the second half — holding sales- men He drew a folder from his desk drawer. “This may help you —a record of changes in our sales force during the past five years. Thirty-one men have left us in that time; an average of six a year out of a normal force of 163. Of those thirty-one, fourteen were discontinued and seventeen resigned of their own volition.” Calmly, yet hurriedly, I thought, he gave the causes for dismissal: ‘‘ Below the company’s standard of potential value.” “Brilliant, but not consistently represen- tative of the company.” “Inherited from a consolidation and not sufficiently adapt- able.” He spoke more freely of the seventeen who left of their own accord. Seven went into business for themselves—four of them into the Florida land game, and the four came back and are now with two of his competitors. ‘“‘When men leave us we fill their places, and we never demote a new man to make way for an old one who has changed his mind.”” One moved to the West Coast to join his parents; three un- questionably bettered themselves by ac- cepting other positions, one quit because he was discontented, another went with one of the company’s customers, and the rest--four—resigned before it became in- cumbent to drop them. I made a hasty computation: ‘In five years, then, only four men you would have preferred to hold quit voluntarily to take positions with other companies?” ‘That's correct,”’ he said. ‘‘ Not count- ing, of course, the four to Florida. I don’t want to bore you with more statistics,” he went on, “but here is a record of the length of service of our present sales force, 163 in all. Use it if you care to.” Salesmen on a Salary I pass it along, pounded into one allo- pathic slug. It is tasteless and it may start circulation. Nt BER YEARS OF “acne Over 1 and le Over 2 and le Over 3 and less than Over 4 and less than 5 Over 5 and less than 10 Over 10 and less than 15 Over 15 and less than 20 19 Over 20 and less than 30 Over 30 and less than 40 14 Over 40 } SERVICE than than 163 While my system was absorbing the dose one of the fourteen entered. He had been with the company thirty-three years, I learned later. ‘‘Jim”’ was all I ceught. “I got four right back of mine. Not over fifty feet from the ring, Les,” he said “*We're all set.” “Good stuff,”’ said the gentleman oppo- site me. ‘Tell Walter on your way out. He’s been scouting for me too.” “Fight night,” something said to me. “Circus day,” said the gentleman op- posite. ‘“‘Pardon me while I phone my house. That's a load off my mind. “But to get back to yours— you wanted to know, also, our method of compensating men. They are all paid a salary and ex- penses.”” “Do you think the fact that you pay your salesmen a salary has anything to do with the long service records which you have just shown me?”’ I asked. He answered the question quickly. ‘‘ The salary of itself? No. If Il thought it did I'd take my hat and go. Giving them an as- sured income, however, has had something December 4, 1926 to do with it. It would be useless to specu late on how much. A salesman too often adapts his living scale to his maximum re- turn rather than to his average return. If 1, for instance, had been on a commission basis in 1919, I might have saddled myself with a living scale which it would have kept me awake nights trying to maintain on year later—when a sale of any size was something to talk about. The year 1919, a high-water mark in business, would have established my standard of living. That, of course, is no one’s business but my own provided the overhead and worry doesn't undermine my sales work. A definite monthly income tends to stabilize men who might reach the stage where it would be advisable to dispense with their services. ‘It also cuts to a minimum disputes that so often arise over commissions—who is entitled to them and the amount a salesman thinks is due him. And it also reduces the chances of domestic friction over how muc h the traditional head of the house P ““Exactly,”’ I said. “Then, too, it isn’t us anyway—to appraise a salesman’s work on aspot-cash basis. Time often tells better than gross sales. For instance, no salesman of ours in his right senses would wittingly overstock a customer. He lacks a motive for doing it. The commission-basis man may not yield to the temptation, but he has, nevertheless, an impelling motive to do so. You can draw the same parallel in the case of accepting or soliciting weak accounts.” always possible — for The Company's Good ‘I’m sorry I can’t tell you how much the salary factor has to do with making indi- vidual salesmen anxious to stick, but I can tell you this: It helps to make ours the substantial type we want to hold just as long as they wish to stay.” A secant hour later I was on the awaiting a station-bound trolley, steeped in afterthoughts of a man who talked sanely of men and things near to him: Of Gil, a veteran of the corps, who, on a glum day in 1921, all but busted up a meet- ing of the company’s various sales organi- zations by taking it upon himself to tell the assembled officials that no matter what deficits other departments were showing, his never had been ‘tin the red” and never intended to be; of what the whole kit and boodle at his back always said whenever their own immediate interests ran counter, for the moment, to the company’s proposed policy—“If it’s good for the company we're for it.’”,. Of what he found on his desk the morning the doc let him get back harness after weeks of lingering illness of their pension plan; of his three primal requisites in salesmen—an_ unassailabl reputation for integrity, above-the-average horse sense and courage. Of ‘Well, did Les fill you up?” voice short-circuited my reverie. Walt gripped my eibow. “He told me you're writing some kind of a story on ‘*____salesmen “getting ’ em and holding “em,” I confessed. “‘ By the way, you— you ought to have a bit to contribute to thi good of the order. You've been with them for twenty-eight years, he told me. You ought to know what holds 'em— makes ‘em want to stick.” A smile, amused, quizzical, features. “Getting right down to cases,’ “how would you hold job— pay commission count és “Me? How would I Why, I'd pay “em well—a commission, a salary or any way I thought was best for my particular business, just as we do here, and then then x “Quick!”’ My right found his. Here's Number 8— my ear!” “*And then I'd - “Yeah! “T’d—T'd—oh, Helen Walt, “I'd just make street a friendly rippled his "I prodded, “em if you had the ‘em a fat salary or a straight and a no-limit expense ac- “Quick! Mar hg boomed ‘em feel at home.”

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“T’'ll be sorry to see you go,”” Manley confessed. ‘‘But you're right, of course. I couldn’t expect you to plod along with me.”’ “T think there’s a big chance there,” Trevett said, half to himself. “If there is, I’m going to go after it, that’s sure.” “You'll go ahead fast,”” Hugh predicted. “You'll be a big man ten years from now. At the top, I expect.” “Tf I'm not, it won't be my fault,” Charlie Trevett soberly agreed. When Hugh brought Trevett and Mar- garet in contact, they ran together like two flames. There was a gayety in her which matched his bold and audacious humor; a kinship, if only of the surface, lay between them. And Hugh watched with pride in his eyes; he was always proud of Charlie. He was proud of his friend’s alertness of mind, proud of his swift understanding and gay humor and bright and easy friendli- ness. He had told Arthur and Margaret how fine Charlie was, and Charlie was justifying all his praises now. He and Margaret tossed gay words back and forth between them; their laughter rang. And young Vinal, Hugh saw, liked Charlie as much as Margaret did. Best of all, Charlie was obviously having a good time; would want to come again. This was a great relief to Hugh, because he himself had become definitely fond of Margaret and Arthur, and wished to see them often, and he had felt a sense of guilt at excluding Trevett from this companionship. Now, he thought, they could all four have good times together. “Aren’t they attractive?” he asked Charlie when they were presently bound homeward. “I like them both a lot, don’t you?”’ “Sure,” Trevett agreed. ‘He’s a nice youngster, and she’s a darling. I didn’t know they grew like that down in Maine, Hugh. Whatever made you come away?” “They aren’t all like that,” Hugh said soberly. “I don’t know any others, in fact.” Charlie looked at him sidewise, apprais- ingly. Hugh was smiling faintly, as though at some thought of his own; and Charlie said experimentally, “‘ Of course, she doesn’t know how to do her hair.” “T like long hair better myself,” Hugh agreed. ‘But I think hers looks very well for short hair.” “She’s not pretty,’’ Charlie added. “You were right about that.” “T never said that,’’ Hugh protested; and then he saw that his friend was chuckling, and smiled in a sheepish way. The four young people were, during that early summer, much together. Charlie’s restless inventiveness was apt to be the moving spirit in these enterprises. He had bought a small car which would, under pressure, accommodate four people, and sometimes they drove along the shore to unfrequented beaches, and sometimes they went into the country, and sometimes they patronized the theater. If Charlie was the inventor of these excursions, Margaret ably seconded him. But young Vinal, and to a less extent Hugh, sometimes held back a little, evidenced a faint reluctance. In the end Vinal frankly rebelled. “I’ve got to cut this out,’”’ he told them. “One night a week is about my limit, after this. I've got work to do.” So, once or twice, there were only three of them, and Hugh found himself the third party. It was he who sat in the back seat of the car. They did not consciously ex- clude him, but there was a bond between them which did not embrace him. That was all. One night he said ruefully that he must attend a lecture at Tech; an engineer of international repute had come for an eve- ning there. Charlie did not even protest; he said frankly, ‘Sure, go ahead, old man. We'll get along!” THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ASIDE AFTER LUCRE (Continued from Page 15) So the foursome became a twosome. Hugh took it philosophically. He had al- ways known that Charlie Trevett could get anything he wanted in the world. A little while after that Charlie announced that he must go to New York for a day, and returning he greeted Hugh with an exu- berance tinged with intoxication. ‘Hail and farewell, old man,” he said. “I’m going to pull out.” He had come back on the five o’clock train; it was near midnight when he reached the apartment where Hugh sat with a book across his knees. And these were his first words when he swung the door, so that the smile of welcome on Hugh’s face slowly stiffened there. “‘T’ll be sorry to have you go, Charlie,”’ he said gravely. ‘But I’m not surprised.” Trevett flung his hat and coat aside. ‘‘I can’t let this get away without grabbing it,” he declared. ‘‘There’s a big oppor- tunity there. It’s a relatively small com- pany, and I talked with the man at the top. He’s not ten years older than I am, Hugh. And General Electric is after him. They’re all moving u» the ladder over there. I’m going to get into the procession, that’s all.”’ “IT wish you luck, Charlie,’’ Hugh said through his stiff lips. ‘‘ You won’t need it, of course; you don’t have to wait for luck. You can make it come to you. But, any- way, I’ll be pulling for you.” Trevett dropped a hand across his friend’s shoulder. ‘‘Come along with me, Hugh,”’ he pleaded. Manley shook his head. “I might not suit them there,” he replied. ‘“ And I know I can do this job.” “You.can do anything you think you can do,” Trevett assured him jovially. ‘“That’s the ticket, Hugh.” Hugh smiled. ‘What are they paying you, Charlie?” Trevett told him and Man- ley commented: ‘“‘ Y ou’re getting almost that here, with the raise they gave us a month ago.” “T’ll be getting a lot more than that a year from now,” Charlie replied. They began to prepare for bed, and Trev- ett went into detail, telling this old friend of his all that he had done and heard and seen in the days just gone. Not till they were abed and the lights extinguished did Hugh ask, ‘Margaret know you've de- cided?” “TI told her I expected to,’’ Charlie re- plied. ““What’d she think of it?’’ Hugh asked, and Charlie laughed. “Oh, a girl is always conservative. Thought I ought to stick here. They don’t understand that a man has to get ahead when he sees a chance, when he can.”’ “That's so,” Hugh agreed. A little later Charlie said, in the dark- ness, “‘She’s a wonder, isn’t she?”’ “Yes. Yes, she’s fine!” Charlie chuckled. ‘I’m going to come back a year from now and tell her so,”’ he announced. After a long time Hugh asked, ‘“‘Haven’t you told her so already?” “No,” Charlie confessed. “‘No. I want to have something to show a girl.” He began by and by to snore lightly, but Hugh did not sleep for a considerable time. A week later, when Charlie was gone, Margaret said to Hugh, “I think he’d have done better to stay.”’ But Hugh spoke for his friend. ‘‘Char- lie’s brilliant,’’ he explained. ‘‘He’s too much of a man for this sort of thing. He'll be at the top of the heap in ten years.” She looked at him curiously. Charlie did not come back at the end of the year as he had promised. In April, about nine months after he moved to New York, he wrote Hugh, and Hugh took the letter with him when he went to have Sun- day dinner with Margaret and Arthur, as he was used to do. While Margaret busied herself about the stove, he read the letter aloud. Charlie wrote: I’ve got hold of a big thing. The chance I've been ogy | for. So I’m leaving this outfit here Saturday. Going to Philadelphia. I'll send you my address as soon as I’m located there. I'm going in as assistant director of the tech- nical department of the United Safety Wheel Company there. If you know about poe 4 things, ou've heard of them. Some of the biggest men n the game are in it or back of it. They’ve got four mighty valuable patents, and they’re de- veloping more all the time. It’s a new company, just being organized to o into the manufacturing end; and I’m getting in on the ground floor. An old concern is like an old man—they get set in their ways and you can’t move them much. I found this outfit here was already pretty well curdled. And the place was full of politics. You've got.to play the game, do a lot of bootlicking, or you won't get anywhere with them. I’ve given them a fair trial. Probably if I were willing to plod along for four or five years I'd get going, but that’s too slow for me. I soon saw the situation here; so I've been looking around, waiting to find just what I wanted. I’ve found it too.’ They’re starting me at more than I’m getting here; and a chance to get ahead fast besides. They tell me that there's no reason why I shouldn’t be the head of the department down there if I do my stuff. You know I can do that. The only thing I’m sorry about is I won’t be able to get back to Boston this summer. I'd planned on a couple of weeks there. What do you say if we figure on a cruise up in Maine next year? I'll be able to manage a month, if we're not too busy. You and Arthur get to- gether on your vacations, and I'll fix mine to come at the same time, and we'll get a motor- boat or a sloop or something. You'd better come down to Philadelphia dur- ing your vacation. I can show you where you can do better than you ever will with B. & B. You'll never get anywhere with them. Let me know when you'll come. I'll be telling them about you in the meantime. . . . When Hugh finished, Arthur nodded and said, ‘‘He wrote to Margaret too.” He looked at her sidewise. ‘‘She told him he was foolish to keep changing around.” “‘He’s going ahead all the time,”” Hugh reminded them. ‘Charlie is brilliant, you know; you can’t expect him to be con- tented to just plug along.” “So is a pinwheel,’’ Margaret said over her shoulder, smiling at Hugh. And he asked, ‘‘What? So is a pinwheel what?” “Brilliant,” she told him, half impa- tiently. “‘But it just goes round and round till it burns itself out.” He shook his head. ‘Charlie’s not going around,” he pointed out. “Boston, New York, Philadelphia and points west,’ she retorted. ‘“‘He’ll be in Pittsburgh next, I suppose. Dinner’s ready; let’s sit down.” That night Hugh wrote Charlie a long letter of congratulation. But he realized when it was done that he must keep it at hand until Trevett forwarded his Phila- delphia address. He spoke of Margaret in the letter, hesitating a little, considering what to say. ‘“‘I think she feels you’re making a mis- take,” he wrote at last. ‘‘But of course you're the best judge of that. You’d better try to make her understand when you write to her again.”” And he added, ‘‘I can see you're right to change. But I guess you'd better not try to find a place for me. I keep going along the same way here.”’ A fortnight later Charlie wrote enthusi- astically of his new work, and Hugh for- warded the letter then. When the three-year job at the New Eng- land Electric plant was done, Hugh had a leave of absence on full pay, pending a new assignment. Charlie wrote to urge him to come to Chicago for a week. “I can show you we've got a big thing here,” he ex- plained. ‘‘A chance for you to get loose from that grind.” Hugh hesitated whether to go or not. Charlie had written him before about this new enterprise which had taken him from Philadelphia. During the previous winter he had met, casually, a man who had just secured the manufacturing rights on an December 4, 1926 electric-light switch of new design. The two formed an alliance, Charlie putting in his technical knowledge against the other’s contracts, and they pooled their small cap- ital. Charlie was confident that the new device would displace every other switch on the market. “We're going ahead slowly,” he had written. “Have the stuff made for us as we get contracts, so we'll really only manu- facture on order for a while, that and sam- ples to send around to the trade. The money is in manufacturing. I saw that in Philadelphia. They were coining money there, but there was none of it lying around loose for me. I tried to get them to let me have some of the stock or a royalty, but I saw mighty soon that they weren’t going to give me a chance. I'd have left them anyway, even if this proposition hadn’t come along.” So now, he said, he was able to offer Manley an opportunity too good to neglect. “Run out here while you're free,” he in- sisted. ‘‘Look it over for yourself. You'll see.”’ He even sent Hugh one of the switches, and Hugh examined it thoughtfully. Its great virtue was silence; it could be oper- ated without the loud snap which sounds so ringingly through a still house in the night. It was built on the principle of a gas-engine timer, but Manley, weighing the matter, thought it could hardly be con- structed as cheaply as the usual switch, and he doubted whether people would pay twice or thrice as much to buy silence. Nevertheless, he might have gone to Chicago, but Arthur and Margaret were going back to Stonington for a week, and urged that he come to Camden with them, join them at Stonington for a day or two. He hesitated. To go would be a delight almost too keen; to be with Margaret was always a delight, but there was sadness in it too. She had, he knew, constant letters from Charlie, wrote in regular reply. And he would not displace Charlie in her heart, even if he could. As it happened, his dilemma was solved for him by his employers. Banks and Burgess were constructing a new shop building at the arsenal, and there was some shifting of the force at work there. As a result Hugh found himself assigned to supervise the electrical installations. It would be a matter of ten to twelve months before the work was done, and it meant sacrificing the vacation he had expected. “But you have to take your vacations when you can in this game,” he told Mar- garet. She said eagerly, “Of course. And be- sides, Hugh, it’s an executive position; you'll have more responsibility. Don’t you realize what a promotion it is?”’ “T suppose so,’’ he agreed. “They ought to pay you more,” she told him loyally. “Why, they’re going to,”” he explained. She cried impatiently, “‘But aren’t you pleased? You act so sober about it.” “Well,” he confessed, “I'll feel better after I get hold of the job, make sure I can handle it for them.” She was almost angry with him because he was so calm. Charlie's reply to his letter of explanation was in such contrast that he found it a relief. Charlie wrote: ‘Sure, they won’t let you get away. They’ll keep you on there, keep throwing you little sops as long as they can. You'll never get any- where with B. & B., old man. They're a hard-shelled bunch, I tell you. Any time you wake up to it, though, I’ve got a place for you here.” He read this letter to Margaret. He shared most things with her. She seemed not to mind, and he found it pleasant. “A place for you!’”’ she cried indig- nantly. ‘Oh, I'll always be a hired man,” he told her. ‘‘But Charlie was bound to strike out (Continued on Page 195

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Aw Continued from Page 190 for himself. He’s standing on his own feet now. He'll be a rich man in a few years’ time.” That was in September. In June of the following year, when the arsenal job was within a few days of completion, Hugh received a summons to come to the office in town. Burgess wished to see him. He left Burgess, late that afternoon, in something like a daze; went almost blindly home to the apartment—the same apart- ment he and Charlie once had shared. Hugh was not a man likely to move unnecessarily, and he had been comfortable there. He found waiting for him, this afternoon, a letter from Charlie, and he read in a dull and inattentive way, scarce understanding what it had to say. His world was ir con- fusion. After a while, almost automatically, he telephoned Margaret. She and Arthur no longer kept house together. Arthur had received his degree; he was at work now on one of the Banks and Burgess jobs at Fall River, and Margaret lived in the Back Bay near the Conservatory. Arthur’s absence had made impossible the pleasant intimacy of the past; there was a certain formality about their hours together now. But tonight he had to talk with her. She was, she told him, free. “‘T wanted to see you,”’ he said uncer- tainly, and laughed in a fashion half hys- terical. ‘‘Something’s happened.” ‘I’m always ready when you want me, Hugh,” she told wim; and he colored, star- ing dumbly a _ the telephone. ‘We might go to dinner,” he suggested. ‘‘Can’t we drive?” she proposed. ‘“‘It’s been so hot today.” **T’ll come around in half an hour,” he promised, ‘with the car.” “i'll wateh for you,” she agreed; and he said gratefully, “‘ All right.”” It was always an ordeal for him to face the eyes of the other girls who dwelt in the same house with her, who directed a frank and amused scrutiny upon him whenever he appeared. He wondered whether she knew this feeling of his, wished to save him suffering. It would be like her. “*T’ve had a letter from Charlie,”’ he said when they were together and upon their way. ‘I’ve not heard from him for weeks,” she confessed. ‘*He’s going back to the Electric Appli- ance Company,” he explained. ‘‘He says this chap he’s been associated with is no business man; and they wrote to him—the Appl ance people did—and asked him to come back. So he’s going to give them another chance.” “‘T expect he sees a wonderful opening there,’’ she said gently. “Yes,” he agreed seriously. ‘Yes, he says that if they’ve straightened out the office politics, there’s a fine chance there. He says he’ll know in a month or two whether he wants to stay or not.”’ ‘“‘He’s not going ahead very fast,’ she commented. ‘*He will,’”” Hugh assured her. ‘‘ You’ve rever been really fair to Charlie.” ‘“‘Fair,” she echoed thoughtfully, and after a moment turned to him. ‘‘ Where are we going?”’ He named an inn they liked, down the shore. “If that’s all right. It will take us an hour to get there, but it’s pleasant driving.” THE SATURDAY She nodded. ‘‘Was this about Charlie, what you wanted to talk about?” she asked. “Partly,” he confessed was confused. ‘‘ What else?”’ So he told her. “‘ Burgess sent for me to- day,”’ he explained. He hesitated. ‘‘It sur- prised me. I’m kind of upset, I guess. You see, things have gone along pretty smoothly out at the arsenal. Burgess told me they expected the job would last two months longer; he said they figured the electrical work would drag along. But we’ve hap- pened to keep up with the other men, so we'll be through about when they are. It was just luck, but he gives me the credit.” She looked at him. ‘‘Why shouldn't he?”’ she suggested. “He was mighty nice about it,” he told her, and he added diffidently, “‘He gave me a thousand-dollar bonus today, so I guess he meant what he said.” She sat very still, but she said, ‘‘Some- times I’d like to slap you, or pinch you, or something.” Hugh laughed a little at that. ‘Oh, I know how loyal you are, and all,’’ he con- fessed. ‘‘But it just happened to go well out there, that’s all. I had some good men.” He was silert a moment. ‘But the other thing is what bothers me,”’ he said “What?” she asked, a curious restraint in her tone. “Well,” he said, “‘you see, when this job’s done I'll be free again, and I've been wondering what I'd be put on next. And now he says they’re going to start a new job down at Plymouth, in October or late September. A power house they’re putting up there. The contract is for a million four hundred thousand.” He seemed to choke a little, and she saw that he had forgotten the car; the speed- ometer needle swung up to thirty, thirty- five, forty. “What are you hurrying fpr?” she asked, laughing at him. He chuckled grimly and slowed down. ‘““Why, Burgess says they’re going to put me in charge of construction,” he replied. She did not speak at once, did not speak for minutes. And he began at last to worry, to feel a great and stirring concern, and dared not look at her. He might find in her eyes the mirror of his own misgivings. So he kept his gaze on the road. They had left behind them the worst of the traffic, and save for an occasional passing car, the way lay clear, winding along the shore. Now and then, through a screen of trees, they caught a glimpse of ocean; the night was starlit and the faint off-shore breeze was warm. And she did not speak, there beside him. They left the shore, drew through a little wood. Once and then again they passed cars parked there beside the road, their lights burning, dim figures visible within. The sight of them filled him with a vague embarrassment, and he wished she would speak, so that they might ignore these others In the end she did. An innocuous word. “Fine,” she said. ‘“‘That’s wonderful, Hugh. I’m awfully glad for you.” He sighed with relief. She thought it all right then, thought he could do what he was asked to do. And he began to talk again, to tell her all about it. So they came to the inn. And he talked through dinner, expan- sively, full of a slow pride. But he felt, sometimes, a faint regret too; a regret at thought of Charlie Trevett. She saw that he EVENING POST If he d stayed here,’ he pointed out to her, ‘he could have had it, I'm sure She was, he thought, unusually silent, but ner eyes were gay enough, full of da grave amusement, full of friendliness. It occurred to him that she was sorry on Charlie’s account, so he spoke of his friend TI ey dined, and afterward they walked along the rocky shore, and they sat for a while to watch the starlit sea, and at last he said regretfully, “ Well, I'll be taking you home.” no more have to She submitted without protest. She was tired perhaps. He blamed himself for keep- ing her so long. When they were in the car and on the homeward way, he told her SO ‘I just wanted to talk to you,”’ he con- fessed. “I didn’t think about your being tired.”’ She looked up at him and then away again. They were passing once more through that little wood where now were more cars parked, more figures dim within them. And abruptly she laid her hand upon his arm. “Stop a minute, Hugh,” she said. He thought he had not heard. ‘ What? Why?” “Stop!” she insisted, and he pulled the car beside the road, sat with the engine idling. She reached down to turn off the igni- tion, then she switched off the light upon the dash, and then she turned to him once more. “Hugh,” she said gravely, ‘one of us has got to say it. If you won’t, then it must be Oe « Sa An hour or so later, when they were once more moving toward the city—and he was driving in a manner so eccentric that a motorcycle policeman followed him for half a mile —he said explosively “Why, Margaret, I thought all the time it was Charlie.” “You think everything's Charlie,’ she exclaimed. ‘‘ You make me tired.” They had three long months together, in a little sloop he hired, idling about Penob- scot Bay. They rose at dawn toswim in the icy water; they breakfasted precariously about the tiny stove; they gravely debated day by day whether to move to other an- chorages or to stay where they were; they slept sometimes in the tiny cabin, some- times on the deep warm sand of the beach, sometimes on the cropped turf above a rocky shore. And they came back at last so that he might take up his new responsi- bilities. One night when he came home he told her he had had a letter from Charlie. “‘He wrote me a week ago,” he explained “Said he was going to leave the Electric Appliance Company. He said if there was an opening on this job he might come here I told him I couldn’t pay him much to start, but he says he'd like to come.” “Poor Charlie,”” she murmured. He shook his head. ‘Oh, he just hasn't got started yet,”’ Hugh insisted. “‘Charlie’s a brilliant man. Ten years from now he'll be at the top. You'll see.” She was, at the moment, behind him, so he could not see what she did. She stood looking at this sober husband of hers as though she would like to cuff his ears, but after an instant her eyes softened, and she smiled, and she came to kiss him on the top of the head instead. “I’m sure he will,’”’ she dutifully agreed ONow here's a really welcome gift! arsity Fajamas nswering the most perplexing problem on the gift list— something for a man that he'll really appreciate! Give him Varsity pajamas! | He'll use them and like them. Your dealer will offer you a wide choice of Varsity pajamas—ranging from sturdy pongee to luxuri- ous silks,—from restful flaming, plain colors to futuristic patterns,—as low as $2 and as fine as $10, and packed in handsome and distinctive Christmas boxes without extra charge. UNDERWEAR CO, BALTIMORE, MD.

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or will have the development pre In all of them sent a common problem alifornia vast areas of pub t reserves Ey neluding ¢ , are ¢ lands and fore: ifter having di land to states, educational institutions railroads and individuals, the Federal Gov ernment still holds something like 19 ent of the total area of the country, f it in the Far West, where it averace of 30 per cent of en today sposed f colossal tracts of per most owns an states the problem of the West is really owners landlordism away, back East, West's thinking, the the eleven SO one of absentee or hip, There is an overlord far n Washington. To the that powerful ast, working landlor rd Is » Feder a land far removed from absentee ts will through the Government upon ts own, and in which it has but a slight nterest In his debate of some fifteen years ago vith Theodor: Roosevelt, Judge snort Federal Government efficiently assump- said the idea that the most advantageously and am ster these lands is a mere on, rather than an established f The hetter people of the vicir ity are dvised as to the value of the resources, are hetter able to prov ide for their protection, ntinuation and utilization, and will suffer he most from their waste and destruction.” Alien Overlords hated the ¢: agger,’’ said a Wyoming cattle tl telling his troubles to a Senate ommittee a year ago. ‘The Irish hated Iinglish landlords and English constabu- ary \lien rule is always detested. This rdship by Eastern breeds alism and hatreds.” resent the idea,”’ Idaho at some young man techn an Fastern school, t Southerner irpet and sheep spy a) ver. officials ectior We heep raiser, ** tl said an illy trained, probably in will administer the ranges of the West more Tic ently and more to the public interest, of the West heart, than practical n country more at iy 5 Mount Jefferson. YOUNGEST Bi Continued from Page 19 men who live here and have brought up their children here and have had mar years of experience I find that all but 1,000,000 a I the res o public domain are in the extreme West and on the Pacifie Coast,’ aid A. A. Johns president of the Arizona Wool Grower: Association. “‘Onlv 1.000.000 acres are ir Middle West try. Now to operate 185.000.000 acres fron and entire Eastern cour Washington from a desk seems to me quité a problem.”’ There are national forests, or forest re serves, in twenty-¢ gh t states and twoterr tories But the great bull of them are ir the Far West. In addition to the forests the Government still owns unreserved or which in ex of Ohio lands mes the state nappropriated public ent are about five t and, as Mr Traction Johns rem arks, a tne Dut a tin West of these are i The Feder controlled and owned na tional parks are mostly in the same regior So are practically all the In n reserva the mmense Arizona alone th ons covering neariy f the with area in Oklahoma. Ir are Indian much land as Massachusetts Eacl ) of the owned land is ruled separate n Washington, three in the Department of the Interior and one ir Department of Agriculture. Each kind of land under a wholly different policy tion or administratior With some exceptions there are no graz tions exception of an ere reservat times as does state o four classes of government bureau the comes of conserva ng, lumbering or water-power develop ments allowed in the national parks. In the national forests all forms of use are per mitted, but under severe regulation. The Indian reservations are for the red mar valuable oil de he Indian publi open to all only, and in cases where found, it ist wh On the posits } ave heer gets the royalty domair grazing is wholly unregulated and may still be carved out by comers homesteads any ¢ tizen Overlooking THE SATURDAY EVENING POST OT. Jl TEIR Xe Some of the Rich Farming Country of Oregon \ll four classes of government-owned e this one thing in commor do not pay state or local taxes and are | subject to state or local control. Yet the states must maintain schools and irt and in a measure afford police protect to the whole vast area No matter how well the bureaus in Was! gton do their wor there cannot ta t exist a ormant T i¢ g resentme against the absentee d, and pressure t times to overthro nis aller ithor I state Is sovereig? r 1e goes wit! ereignt There must always be a littl vexation when the largest and most power ful landowner is an outsi¢ The Government's Trust Nea six-sevenths of Nevada be ny this absentee landlord — Uncle Sam. Thres fths of Utah, two-thirds of Arizona and nearly half of New Mexico and Wyoming are ontrolled in the same way There one county in Arizona which is nearly twice the size of New cent of its Hampshire, and yet or per area is owned by anvone except the Fede ral Government Nationa orests, national parks, pul domain and Indiar reservations—a occupy at stretcnes in this one county 4 new road is badly needed in this same county to cor nect the trar scor tiner T a ! vt way W tr the Hut or cent of the Grand Canyon, na t y 6 per would traverse i puit S ipor privately owned propert\ Offhand it would seem pertectiv clear that the ur appropriated publi ands, at the very least, could be turned back to the states A hundred years ago the Supreme Court decided that the public lands were held in trust by the Government for the states and the inhabitants thereof, to be passed to private owners as rapidly as could reasonably be done They were not set aside, e the Indian reservations, as a last forlorn resort for a much-abused race. 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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST the white man would in time develop such | resources as might be found on the unre- | served public lands. The Indians were not | given the most valuable lands in the na- | tion, and if at a much later time resources, | such as oil, not dreamed of in an earlier day, | are found on these reservations, the white man can hardly maintain his own self- respect or sense of honor if he once more snatches the Indian’s heritage away. Nor have the public lands ever been set aside, like the national forests, for the specific purpose of protecting, for continu- ous use, watersheds, power resources and "Ouilast the Factory” Big Business is Built a eee preserve untouched the sublime or unusual K li t FI | in Nature. On re O ] e OO rs | Why then ddes not the Government close out this land business as quickly as possible, turning the remaining unappropriated and unreserved public domain over to the states for the benefit of the people? Would it not be better to have the land quickly pass into private ownership and thus come under taxation? Strange as it may seem, the answer is far from simple. To begin with, the West has never been able to agree what should be As the soil is the producing surface of the farm, so the floor is the producing surface of industry. Upon its quality depend the efficiency and economy of production. Laid with the tough end grain up, Kreolite Wood Blocks are the ideal of all industrial flooring material. They provide the maximum in strength, endurance, and economy. Our done with these lands. Congress might > 1: . , ‘ ; , have disposed of them long ago, but the > > y 7 > c y s 3 : ’ Kreolite Engineers will make recommendations without obli pertlin nest fasmediahiliy concerned have gation On your part. never been able to present a united front. Most of the remaining publiclands are sup- posed to be good only for grazing, but the THE JENNISON-WRIGHT COMPANY, TOLEDO, OHIO | stock interests are divided into many camps Branches in All Large Cities on the question of what should be done with them. One group would like to have the lands turned over to the states and given or sold to the stockmen. But others violently op- pose this disposition on the ground that if the grazing industry cannot make a profit on free public land, it could not possibly af- ford to own such an area und pay taxes. If rs the land were to be transformed into oil : fields and cities it might pay taxes, but with | one cow to forty or fifty acres the prospect is not so good. Two Sides to Every Plan Even with forest lands, the benefits of private ownership and tax payments have proved, in a way, illusory. Many a forest has been cut down before it was needed be- cause the owner could not afford to pay the taxes. Another group wants the lands given to the states and by them leased or licensed out to the stockmen. But this is opposed by many influential growers on the ground that political fights and issues play a much larger part in state administration than in Federal. It is feared that with every change in state government new policies might be adopted. “We think that such a large asset, such a very large piece of property as is represented by the public lands, is much better in the hands of the Federal Government than in the hands of a state which is as sparsely set- tled and so poor in the world’s goods as December 4, 1926 this,”’ says the preside nt of'a state cattle men’s association. ‘I think’it is out of pro portion to the rest of the property In this state, and for that reason it would acquire an exaggerated importance in the eyes of the people and especially in the view of the politicians.” Because of its wholly unregulated char acter, the carrying capacity for cattle and sheep on the public lands has been seriously depleted or reduced. A great natural re source, free forage, is gradually being de stroyed. So we have another group ol stockmen who want the public lands ad- ministered, regulated and conserved, some- what after the fashion of the forest reserves, either by the Interior or the Agricultural Department. But this view in turn is vehemently denounced by those who do not want more Federal! control. The Biggest Asset “If Congress should ordain to afflict us with another bureau of range control, with an augmented personnel and augmented powers, to be sent out to police the 186,- 000,000 acres of unoccupied land, it will only breed more strife and bitterne welll says one outspoken cattle and sheep raiser. It must be recalled that thee xte! nsion and development westward of this nation have been brought about largely through the means of free homesteading on the public lands and the free use for grazing of lands not homesteaded. The details of the home stead laws and the methods employed to dispose of the public lands have come in for more criticism perhaps, both from pract cal men and scientific students, than any other features of domestic policy. The who}? thing has been described as a harum- scarum, careless, heedless disposal of public property. In retrospect it does seem as if the tre- mendous asset of forage on the public domain might have had more care and at- tention, and that the principle of merely turning people loose to fight for free grass was not the soundest. Nor has a homestead policy applicable in the rich central states always suited the rough, desert, grazing country farther west; too often only a miserable living was afforded It is a complicated technical questior whether the grazing industry could have before this been given stability and per- manence upon the publiclands. Yet we do know that it has always been dangerous to be too sure that these lands were fit only for grazing, or to put the stamp of relative worthlessness upon them. The early immi- grants declared all Nebraska to be a desert, as still earlier pioneers considered the prai- ries of Illinois a waste land. With all their defects, the homestead laws have helped to develop the Far West. The Federal Government is still a great absentee landlord, but its policy of small homesteads has at least prevented the evils of private monopoly. Roosevelt used to say that his idea of Western conservation (Continued on Page 201 The New rears Along the Satmon River, Idaho

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Continued from Page 198) was to prevent the country from getting into the hands of a few owners from whom it could later be wrested only by revolution. The homestead policy has been one of the greatest wealth-equalizing measures in al! history, but unlike those in France and Russia, peacefully effected. Where friction has developed between the Forest Service and stockmen who graze in the national forests, the cause has often been the insistence of the Government on building up as many stockmen as possible, of putting new and small permittees into the forest. It is indeed a strange charge that the East, working through the Federal Govern- ment, has retarded the development of the West by locking up its resources, by hiding its talents in a napkin. The largest land holdings in the West have always been, and are today, the public lands, which every historian agrees have been given away in homesteads and left open for free grazing by any comer in a shockingly prodigal fashion. The grazing interests themselves, for the most part, agree that it has been abused. The outstanding, the essential feature of national policy toward Western lands has not been the locking up of resources, but their use and development by as many citi zens as possible. The door of opportunity has been kept wide open. It is natural for the man with 29,000 sheep in the national forest to think there are too many other permittees; the man outside with 1000 head but no permit, as yet, to enter does not think there are enough. But the newcomer with a small herd is also a stockman, a settler, a citizen and a pioneer. The Government’s policy throughout has been to prevent a few men from dividing up the country. First comers are always glad to have free land when they ; rrive, but are shocked later on at the idea of regulation, which alone makes it possible for the later comer to get even a taste of anything free. The Government's policy of developing the West for as large a number of citizens as possible may not have been wise. It is de- batable. But only loose thinking confuses it with the locking up of resources. The forest reserves and the public lands, each in a different way, have made for large numbers of settlers, homesteaders, farmers and stockmen. That hardly looks like the East holding back the West. Mr. Roosevelt was not slow in replying to the parable of the four brothers, three of whom, after using up their own patrimony, wish to have the youngest brother’s share conserved for all four. He countered by pointing out that the East is far more con- cerned in persuading Uncle Sam to put the same policy in effect in the East than in forcing it upon the West. Public Lands in the East The bad brothers are either seeing to it that their father buys back lands in their own sections, or in more cases are doing it for themselves. Far from shoving the un- palatable remedy of conservation down their youngest brother’s throat only, they are yelling for all they can get for local ap- plication. In recent years New York State has spent some $70,000,000 in buying up park and forest lands. Persistent efforts are being made to raise the funds to buy two great areas in the southern Appalachian Mountains for national parks. All over the hast the tendency is to gather into public lands as large an area as can be brought together. It is human nature to miss things after they have gone, and then to be willing to pay a much larger price for them than the more moderate amount needed originally to keep them. The West does not necessarily need to repeat all the mistakes of the East. New York State would pay an incredible sum to move the Rockies or Sierras east. Why is it always necessary for the public to buy back at great cost partly used up lands which it has given away in primitive The magnificent national parks and forests of the West were secured, for the most part, when they had little if any commercial value. Certainly that seems a more sane process than to wait until they must be repurchased at great cost and in depleted condition. But it may be objected that even if the East is sold on conserva- tion in its own bailiwick now, it first grew rich by using up its earlier resources If anyone wants to find out if there is danger of the West being injured by having its forest and other lands conserved, let him go to the Lake states, to the upper counties of Michigan and parts of Wiscon- sin and Minnesota. It is estimated that the market value of timber at the mill cut from the upper part of Michigan was $2,500,000,000. But in 1922 the assessed value of the entire forty-six counties from which this resource was taken was only one-third of that amount. The wealth may have been taken out years ago, but cer- tainly it is not there today. It has not brought much to the forty-six counties. Detroit would be paying $2,500,000 less taxes a year now if those counties had not been ravaged of all their wealth richness? Functions of Forest Reserves It is said that California was fortunate because no one checked the pioneer in his early activities. The neighboring territory of Nevada was almost as large, and must have seemed even richer when the silver was being taken out of the Comstock Lode. Sut quick exploitation does not always work out as the California banker sug- gested. Although more than fourteen times as large as New Jersey, Nevada now has the smallest population of any state and pays about one eighteen-hundredth of the country’s income taxes. What did the silver leave behind? The East is said to have eaten her pie and is now preventing the West from eat- ing hers. But much of the wealth taken out of the upper counties of Michigan did not stay East; timber in California, Oregon and Washington. In- stead of using up her resources for her own enrichment, the East used up a considera- ble part of them to invest in the West. If every forest reserve in the West were turned over to free and indiscriminate use tomorrow, we have no assurance that the wealth produced would remain there. Noth- ing could have been richer than Nevada's Comstock Lode; but not a trace remains. There is grumbling at times because so much of the Western country is included in the national forests, although lumbering and grazing, as well as water-power devel- opments, are permitted under regulation It is said that California and Oregon will al- ways have enough timber. The same state- ment was once made of Michigan. In any case 2500 cities and municipalities and 690 reclamation districts in the West draw their water from the forests within these tional reserves. it was invested in na- Such being the case, no one has ever sug- gested, and no one ever will suggest, that a single national forest be abandoned. It is one thing to criticize; it would be quite an- other to have protection for the very life- blood of the West withdrawn. Indeed, local interests are constantly seeking the estab- lishment of new national forests where the land has been cut over. In states which lack a normal rainfall and must depend upon irrigation, and which must depend upon water power instead of coal, forest reserves in the higher altitudes are no less essential than is oxygen to the ndividual human being Iney itably the functions of the forest re- The coming of the automobile has taken into these solitudes serves are increasing. millions of tourists where none went fifteen ago. 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The Vesta Vaco Auto Battery— construction — for low price Quality Products for 29 Years » Chicago, Ill. Radio Products, particularly the one about | uses. RADIO UNITS” | here of all the land is under complete ad- | ministration, either for preservation or for | terfering in local self-government; | came to see if I wouldn’t get the National | Government to | break stopped.” | lamation policy. NEAR YOU | of Federal EVENING POST of national life, the chief forester may be- come the nation’s chief farmer. The national forests cover a very large area indeed, and more than 30,000 per- mittees graze cattle or sheep in these places. Inevitably in their administration there must be some friction between those who use and those who regulate. But looking at the subject broadly, it is fortunate that a central authority is admin- istering at least this fraction of the coun- try’s land in the interest of all the varied For the forests are not for grazing only; they are for timber production and reproduction, for watershed protection, for power sources, for wild-life production and for recreation. In Europe a far larger percentage than use on a basis of permanent production of all these resources. After all, no one has any control over the utilization of land in this country, except in such places as the national forests and national parks. If in any other place the conservation crowd want a waterfall saved and the power com- panies want it harnessed, the outcome usu- ally depends upon which group stirs up | public sentiment most effectively, rather | than upon any reasoned program. But Mr. Roosevelt had still another and | entirely different reply to the parable of the | four brothers. He told how California representatives came to him when the Colorado River h-oke through its dikes, not to protest agair st the three bad brothers in- “they have the interfere and He remarked that even the most thick- | and-thin defender of state’s rights in Cali- fornia had no objection to the Sacramento River being improved with Federal money, and referred to his part in starting the rec- He had not long before dedicated the Roosevelt Dam, which sup- plies the Salt River Valley of Arizona with water, and had himself turned on the water. With prophetic vision he added: “We shall see 75,000 farmers and towns- people who will owe their very existence and well-being to the fact that the bad brothers— East, North and South—turned in and are paying to the Western brother money which he could not afford to pay.” Eastern Money for Western Roads Now the idea of the Reclamation Act has always been that the Government should use the money from the sale and lease of public lands in the Western states to reclaim and irrigate land for the benefit of settlers; the settlers to make repayment in easy installments. It is true that most of the new money that has been invested by the Government in this way has come from the West. | But Mr. Roosevelt must have had some | foresight of the mistakes and errors in rec- lamation, the failure of settlers to repay, the extensions of time, the abandonment of | farms and the help asked for, or he would | not have kept insisting that reclamation means ‘“‘payment out of the shares of the three brothers to be spent in the country of the youngest brother.” This is not the place to argue the wisdom reclamation. Perhaps more money has been wasted in Eastern river and harbor improvements. But the mis- takes made in reclamation were largely due to local Western enthusiasms, backed by | local political advocates, bringing pressure to allocate funds in the wrong places. The point is that in any case it is the Far West which has got the $200,000,000 or so of reclamation money. The East may have locked up Western lands, but it has poured the equivalent cash income thereof into the lap of the West, and none too care- fully at that. Roosevelt could have made a far stronger case if he had lived today. The East grum- bles along at what it considers the waste of reclamation, but the policy, with minor December 4, 1926 modifications, still continues. More impor- tant by far than that, the Federal Gov- ernment has 2dopted a new policy toward the West, that of aiding highway construc- tior, and in this case the money spent is in a sense almost entirely that of the three older brothers. Federal-aid money is spent every- where, but it is of far greater relative im- portance to the West. There are Eastern states which get back in Federal aid less than 1 per cent of what they pay, and there are Western states which get back 290 per cent of what they pay. In a very real sense then the highway sys- tem of the West is being built with Eastern money—with the money paid in income taxes by states like New York and Penn- sylvania. Thus, though we find Western- ers who proclaim that the East is holding back their country, we find just as many Easterners grumbling because they are taxed to develop the West. Why should residents of Maryland be compelled to build roads through the deserts of Nevada? Nor are the grounds of objection selfish only. Federal aid is charged with being a lever to invade the prerogatives of the states, to break down their authority and deaden their initiative. At best it is de- scribed as baby food and paternalism; at worst it is denounced as Federal tyranny. The Place to Raise Taxes As far as the tax argument is concerned, it may be replied that taxes are always raised where the money is. Right or wrong, the prosperous individual or community must come in for a heavy share of the bur- dens of government. But more to the point is the fact that though the East pays the taxes, the West has been partly re- sponsible for producing the wealth which enables the East to pay. Dividends and taxes seem to come from New York, but it is largely an illusion. Many a great rail- road and mining corporation pays all its Federal taxes from New York, but has not a mile of track or a mine east of the Mis- sissippi River. States like Colorado, Montana, Utah and Nevada have been emptied of hundreds of millions of mineral wealth. If a tiny fraction of the income taxes paid in their Eastern, or San Francisco, or Los Angeles houses by descendants of rich mine owners goes to build roads in the mountain and des- ert states whence the wealth originally came, surely there can be no injustice in that. The fortunes of the country have not as a rule been built out of the local resources of a single given community, but because trade is free throughout forty-eight states. The poorest state helps to enrich the rich- est, and citizens of the so-called wealthy Eastern states are likewise citizens of the whole nation. The early transcontinental railroads, es- pecially the Union Pacific, were built with the aid of Federal money, and it was con- sidered no misuse of funds thus to tie the East and West together. All the early Western railroads were given enormous and valuable grants of timber, oil and mineral lands. This country, so long developed on the basis of railroad transportation, is now be- ginning to develop on the basis of highway transportation as well, for it is found that the highway must fill in the meshes between the railroads. Thus Federal aid is the shar- ing of costs made necessary by the growing nature of highway transport. It is needed to articulate the system, to connectstretches of good road, to direct and aid the construc- tion of national arteries in a way which the states and communities have not done and cannot be expected to do. This is not the place to discuss highway problems beyond saying flatly that the Far West, except for portions of the Pacific Coast, would be far behind its present gen- eral development were it not for Federa] aid. Possible dangers may lurk in such an extension of Federal power, but the states cannot build the roads themselves, and without the roads they cannot develop. Continued on Page 205)

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(Continued from Page 202) Because of scanty population and meager local resources this region needs an outside start. It cannot lift itself by its boot straps. Even if Uncle Sam gave back to these states all the lands which it now holds in trust, there would be precious little ready money with which to build roads. The money cannot be had until the roads are built, and the roads cannot be built until there is more money. But if we have any faith in history we must fee) sure that improvement in trans- portation facilities will be followed by de- velopment. Even tourist travel in the West is held in check until more roads are built. Only in that way can the transcontinental railroads develop on a large scale the many possible side trips and detours to points of scenic, ethnological and archeological in- terest. The national parks and national forests, which are mostly in the West, are visited by millions of Easterners. Interstate travel is constantly increasing. California, with its elaborate highway system and high density of motorization, can be reached from the East only through states like Utah, Nevada, New Mexico and Arizona, which must be aided in the building of the great through transcontinental routes. Nevada’s population is about the same as that of Lansing, Michigan, but its area is almost twice that of the whole state of Michigan. Arizona and New Mexico became states only fourteen years ago; to expect them to provide for continental travel is asking too much. It is 131 miles from Gallup, New Mexico, to Farmington in the same state; a route whose importance cannot fail to increase as the great oil and mineral resources of North- western New Mexico are deve sloped. But 100 miles are across the Navajo Reserva- tion, and Navajo Indians cannot be taxed. Certainly the citizens of New Mexico can- not be expected to build a road, nearly all of which is on Indian reservation and pub- lie lands. In addition to the large sums which the Federal Government spends on main high- ways throughout the country through the Bureau of Public Roads, other bureaus of the Government which own lands, espe- cially the forest and park services, have special funds of their own for road building. In fact, 35 per cent of all the fees taken in by the Forest Service for timber and grazing permits goes back to the states and localities, 10 per cent of it for road building specifically. It is a question whether this revenue is not worth more to the states than would be the power to tax the lands from which it comes. Advice for Sheep Men Naturally the Federal departments and bureaus which control lands in the Western states or extend aid to them are centered in Washington. So it comes about that when there is dissatisfaction in the West the bureaucrats and desk autocrats get it hot and heavy. They are far away and it is always a simple matter to blame those who are at a distance. Nor are all government employes on the ground—the forest rangers, park superin- tendents and various bureau engineers always paragons of wisdom, tact and ex- perience. The grizzled old sheepman must always have his little joke at the young college- bred forester and Eastern theorist; such, for instance, as the tale of the man who was told to move his sheep off a particular spot. “But that has been my allotment,” he protested; ‘‘and besides, there is no other place to lamb.” “Put off your lambing then until later in the season,”’ replied the young ranger. Now the plain unvarnished truth is that a very large number of the officials, high and low, are themselves thoroughgoing Westerners. The sheepman is not always old and grizzled and the ranger is not al- ways young and inexperienced. The impression which an outsider gets in meeting forest rangers and supervisors, park rangers and superintendents, reclamation engineers and pother officials and civil- service employes in the West is that they are part of the warp and woof of its civiliza- tion, as keenly interested in the country as anyone else, just as practical and expe- rienced, and often far older residents of it than the very citizens who occasionally criticize them for being Eastern theorists. Even in the upper reaches of the Forest Service, in the Washington desk positions, it is a thoroughly Western organization The chief forester worked in the woods of California more than twenty years ago One of his chief assistants was connected with the Land Office in the early days in Montana, and was also a member of the Utah bar. Another was born in California and never went East until he was forty. A third was in the cattle business in Arizona a member of the legislature of the territory, an Indian fighter and chairman of the live- stock board in New Mexico. A fourth was born in Illinois, but his people moved to Idaho when he was a child and he worked there as a timber cruiser. Still another was born in the Central West, but moved to the Southwest as a young man. When East and West Meet The head of one of the grazing experi- ment stations was raised on a Cheyenne ranch, and an assistant district forester in charge of grazing in a large region was the son of a pioneer homesteader in South Da- kota, and for years has been in the farming and livestock business himself in that state and in Colorado. These cases, taken practically at ran- dom, are perhaps of no great moment in themselves, except as they illustrate the fact that Easterners and Westerners can- not be easily separated. Government bureaus in Washington are filled with West- erners, and New York is full of men who have made fortunes in the West. The Westerner will say that an Eastern organi- zation or interest wants this or that done in opposition to the West. Often it will be found that the officers or directors of the Eastern organization are themselves West- erners. And if we turn the tables about, we find that most Westerners are themselves East- erners, and often very recent ones at that. It is still rather a distinction to be a native son in one of these states, especially if a man is old enough to be a substantial and im- portant citizen. One of the most vigorous critics of the Government among the Far Western senators was born in Maine. The white man’s West is very new indeed, and the white men in it had to come from somewhere else. Not only that, but its de- velopment has depended, and continues to depend, almost entirely upon the coming of more Easterners, especially those with sur- plus capital. This is a universally recog- nized condition; it is fundamental. Yet obviously the attraction of Easterners with money does not comport well with even a moderate degree of hostility or misunder- standing between the two sections. ““T would like to see this talk of East and West stopped,” said a former governor of New Mexico, who is a careful student of conditions in his state. ‘‘The time will come when investment opportunities are sure to diminish in the East and the boun- daries of the East will be moved farther and farther West. As for the people who live here now and shall continue to live here be- fore that change takes place, their only chance of a livelihood is to attract surplus Eastern capital.” Everyone knows how Los Angeles and its surrounding country have become rich through the incessant inpouring of East- erners, some, at least, with surplus money It is traditional how in that city, and in many smaller places in other Western states, the newcomers have made money in real estate while the old-timers have sat back and wondered at what was happening A great deal is said about the reward due THE SATURDAY EVENING POST -thousands of boys will say that to their Pr on Christmas morning. There’s only one miniature railroad line that’s good enough to carry the name AmericanFlyer”. Most boys know that—so it’s natural that your boy hopes he’ll own an American Flye1 this Christmas. American Flyers are real trains—real in looks and real in perform- ance. 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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST The Inca’s Treasure Chest Z )HI -N Pizarro with his handful of Spaniards swept, sword Ott in hand, through Peru, the Incas poured their gold and silver at his feet. These were the treasures of yesterday. You have treasures of your own, today—your beautiful furs, your expensive suits, coats and blankets. The moths will rob you of them if they have a chance. Protect your treasures! Keep them always safe from these little vandals in a Caswell- Runyan Treasure Chest lined with choice Tennessee red cedar. Cedar Chests are a necessity! Not to use them is lack of economy The fragrant Tennessee red cedar destroys both moths and All of the moth-killing oils are retained in the wood by our scientific curing process. We are the pioneer makers Our life-long experience in this industry is your guarantee of excellence in e\ ery chest. ] . larvac | } of cedar chests Caswell-Runvan Treasure ( hests are beautiful pieces of furniture, for your living room, hall, dining room, or sun room, as well as your bedroom. There are exquisite chests in walnut, cedar-lined, and many others in solid Tennessee red cedar. Your dealer will gladly show them to you and explain how they kill moths. Weete for ti Key to Your Treasure Chest a folder of Treasure C/ f fyi 5 weet i] vou wi at you / Mia A u AD ut ( édar ( hests THI CASWELL-RUNYAN COMPANY Department A-12 HuNTINGTON, INDIANA With a very beauti- ful effect for your } 1] el t ption ha this Treasure Cl coo A new Window Seat Chest in a beautiful, rich walnut, with floral decorations ASWE CASWELL i, RUNYAN 24 -_ 1! the pioneer, but the fact is that all over the West the pushing ahead has been done largely by men who have come in since the pioneer days were over. I asked a banker in a Southwestern state if conditions were not excellent at the pres- ent time. He replied that they were best between 1900 and 1910. ‘‘ Why should that | have been?’’ I asked. “Because that was when the greatest number of rich individuals from the East came in. One built a railroad, another ir- rigated a valley and a third built a town. What made Colorado? The rich people who went to Denver and Colorado Springs for | the climate and then became interested in mining.” “You know we have not grown like the rest of California,” said the president of the chamber of commerce in a fertile and beau- tiful but mountain-locked little valley. “We feel that the mountain has shut us off from the world. Our people are all right, but they have nothing but what they have accumulated since they came in here to seek their fortunes. We need more outside capi- tal.” From all over the Far West comes the pathetic cry for more capital, for more people with capital. Early one morning I alighted from a transcontinental train at a little tank station in Eastern Nevada. I had hardly met the local editor and the druggist, who were to show me around, before they began as follows: ““What this place needs is the right class of people—those with money to invest— if only a dribble to get us over the hump. We need people who can start on something be- sides a shoe string.” The West has always been held back by high interest rates, which still range in many places from 614 per cent or 7 per cent upward. A business man in an Arizona city went to an old money lender and so- called banker to get a subscription for a chamber-of-commerce advertising cam- paign. “No,” said the money lender, “you might bring people from the East who would lend as low as 8 per cent.” If for no other reason than to wear down the interest rate, the West must continue to add Easterners to its population. One reason the East remains rich and powerful is because money rates are low, and they are low because the region is rich and powerful. It is a cycle hard to break. Absentee Developers Dependent as the West is upon indi- viduals from the East with capita! to invest, it iseven more dependent upon the Eastern corporation—that is, the corporation which has a head office in New York, which is chartered, perhaps, in an Eastern state and is owned mostly by widows and orphans in Massachusetts, Connecticut, New York, New Jersey and Pennsylvania. The old prospector, weather-beaten and white bearded, with his pack train of burros, is one of the high figures of romance, like the cowboy. No doubt he deserves all the laurels he gets, although why the West- ern pioneer, in search of fortune, is so much more deserving than the man who starts a new factory in Detroit or some other city is not easy to see. Just because the big mining companies, the great experimental and exploratory mining organizations have their head offices in New York, it must not be supposed that they do not also develop the West. As the country grows, there will be an increasing use of the oil and coal resources of the mountain states, and often the big Eastern companies can, and already do, carry on this work more effectively than penniless prospectors or original lessees. Many a finely maintained and improved copper or coal mine or oil development will be found in remote places in the rough mountain states, with some hard-boiled Wall Street capitalist taking a real pride in the technical and working conditions. Anything like large-scale development of Western mineral resources depends chiefly | upon Eastern corporations. The material December 4, 1926 used in spark plugs, and found in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, is not owned or used by local people, but by great manufac- turing concerns in states like Michigan and Ohio. Highways, built with Federal aid, are essential to the development of the West, as we have seen. But the railroads, with their headquarters in Chicago or New York, owned in the East and controlled for the most part by Eastern directors, are vital to the Far West’s very existence. Without the transcontinental railroads it would not be a white man’s country at all It would still be the Great American Desert. Steel Life Lines The Far West feels that freight rates are too high, and it grumbles now and then at what it considers the inadequate rep- resentation which it has on the boards of directors of the great Western rail sys- tems. But there are state governments which could hardly function if it were not for the taxes paid by these companies. True it is that in early days the Government was lavish with land grants, but it would al- most seem as if the railroads were now pay- ing dearly for this early generosity in their present support of the states through which they run. One single railroad system pays 25 per cent of all the taxes in the state of New Mexico, and as high as 75 per cent in one county. A county in Nevada was rescued from failure to meet its interest obligations by the building of a railroad through it. Much of the Far West lacks navigable rivers and is separated from other parts of the country by mountains and deserts. Practically everything produced is ex- ported by rail and everything consumed is imported in the same way. The railroads are veritable life lines. It is usually found advantageous for even the new transcontinental highways, built so largely with Federal aid, to follow closely the railroad lines. From the train one does not notice so much, but from the highway the transcontinental traveler realizes viv- idly that the railroads are to this country what gas is to his motor or air to the swim- mer. Such a country must be far more thickly settled than now before the high- way even begins to take the railroad’s place. In the desert and mountain country de- velopment has more or less radiated from the railroads. Points which they choose for local shops, like Albuquerque, Reno, Tucson and San Bernardino, are by that very act rendered important centers. Much as each local community desires a new highway, the building of a new railroad is even yet a vastly more important event Newrailroad constructions in Southeastern Oregon, in Southern Arizona and down the west coast of Mexico to connect with the present line from Arizona are considered among the most hopeful indications of fu- ture development in the West today. In time the Santa Fe from the south, and the Denver & Rio Grande or possibly the Union Pacific from the north, will tap far more extensively than now the great four- corners’ area of Colorado, Utah, New Mex- ico and Arizona, with its oil and other min- eral resources. It is in ways like this that whole cycles of new wealth production are started. Because the owners, directors and head offices of these railroad corporations are elsewhere, the West at times regards them as outsiders or aliens. Yet the for- tunes and fate of West and railroad are indissolubly linked. There is no such thing as separating the four brothers of which Roosevelt and his fellow debater spoke. Their interests. though not wholly identical, are joined at many points. If I have been able in the least degree to show the reader how artifi cial much of the appearance of difference i: this article has accomplished its purpos East is West and West is East. ~ Editor's Note— This is the first of three articles by Mr. Atwood. The next will appear in an early issue h

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ener eeeenea rene V4 of our OATS BUT = GARDINERD._ } too YELLOWSTONE PARK ROCKY MT. WATL P ‘ eres DENVER ST.JOSEP 3/5 of our Rtas PCOLORADO KANSAS © TIMBER o ¥ SPRINGS ciTy 2/, of our FLOUR euer* y, our COMMERCIAL APPLES GALVESTONS 3/4 of our WHEAT cd From These iy 2/s of ‘| Seventeen States Jy po our WATERPOWER Seven times as big as France DAIRY PRODUCT yet ONE rail system serves tt all AWN comes slowly to an empire Illinois’ prairies are alight while still holds the Rockies An hour, two hours, and a new morning has spread two thousand miles. Thirty million people in 17 states awake And seck a thousand wants of another day. Four hundred thousand bushels of wheat for the day's bread; 12 million pounds of meat; 4oo thousand tons | vm Kgl \ , : ? chet j 1, clothed and of coal; 6 million gallons of gasoline. Clothing, res ’ aie = sah lumber, steel, luxuries—by trainloads. Hundreds For 75 Years OES hee wi > 0 ") “0 of thousands of people must ride on trains Sail ep vik ape a ore : . rs a , StTOC than any other railr ss : ng a pleted yea 4 z ad sert Burlineton has» heen int d products than any other ra Transportation! In this Drama of a Day it plays j 4 WF, $f aS WevEr Mean Ot PORES GONE It has been the govern ee 7 unted 54 P P P las Cell the POVCTIIT the leading réle. A giant railroad is ready for its 7 , 1 Omal part. Its army of fifty thousand workers arises for Dur 45 mad fs first pur the task. A thousand trains must run. In hundreds of communities life and business of another day await their coming 4 Ms eden . | PRESIDENT O} eB N * * * | Trace this empire and this railroad. Half the United States is served By the rails of the Burlington Moun Pacific Railway, its associated lines from Chicago and St. Louis to the Rocky Lakes to the North Pacitic Coast tains By the Colorado and Southern, its sub sidiary, from Colorado to the Gulf Atlantic. By Over 27,000 miles of connecting, 1 the Great Northern Railway and the Northern — portation lines —the West's greatest system Medged without limit The Burlington Route Burlington Route The National Park Line

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THE SATURDAY DIAMONDS IN THE ROUGH Continued from Page 27 the flowered furniture; the velvet carpet was the same, but the canopied bed made a striking contrast; it was a beautiful af- fair, with curtains of rose damask suspended over it from a great cockleshell of gold at the top. “It’s like the room of a princess,”’ she thought. She picked up a new novel and turned the pages, but she did not read. The maid came in to put fresh wood on the fire and to ask at what hour she would like her bath. ‘Dinner is at eight. There will be sev- eral other guests.” Sylvia nodded, told her to put out her silver gown, and to call her at 7:15. Then she sank back against the comfortable pil- lows of the chaise longue. ““He does it awfully well,’’ she said to herself. But as she drifted off to sleep she was not thinking at all of Mason’s effi- ciency as a host or, indeed, of his usefulness to Courtney. When she went down to dinner two hours later, she knew exactly of what she had been thinking. No one was in the drawing- room except Mason. He got up from his chair and put down the newspaper as she came toward him in a slim silver gown with a scarf of delphinium blue over one bare shoulder. He looked directly at her. ‘I don’t like those earrings.” Her hands went up to her face; involun- tarily she started to unscrew the long dia- mond ornaments. Then she paused, her cheeks flushed with sudden embarrass- ment. Her savoir-faire disappeared; she felt like a little girl who has gone to a party expecting to be admired and is told there is a smudge on her nose. Something of this must have shown in her eyes, for he spoke with gentleness. “IT only meant that you are more beau- tiful without them.”’ She became grown-up once more at these accustomed words of flattery. She quickly put on the armor of laughter by which ma- ture people shield themselves alike from pin pricks and from mortal wounds. She was self-confident again as she smiled up at him. ‘“‘T always liked them,” she said. “ Be- cause they belonged to my grandmother, and the stones are real, and full of flaws. Paste ones are too perfect.” “Then you like rough diamonds?” She had never seen eyes so blue and so direct as his. They told you nothing, but they saw everything you tried to hide from them. She had been thinking of them all that time up in her room when she had tried to read. As he glanced away from her now, she realized that someone else was coming to- ward them. Hastily she took off the ear- rings and put them into his hand. ‘**Keep them for me.” He had transferred them to the pocket of his dinner coat before Courtney had crossed the room. ‘‘What are you two talking so earnestly about?” he asked. Sylvia glanced toward Mason, as she answered, ‘“‘ Rough diamonds.” Courtney’s glance was apprehensive; then, as he saw the smile on his host’s face, he relaxed. ‘‘Great place you’ve got here. I never saw such bathrooms. I feel like a Roman emperor in mine. Who built the house?” ‘‘Don’t remember the man’s name some war profiteer, I think—who began it. When I bought it it was only half finished; the man had died in the meantime, and his widow hadn't enough money to live in it. So I was able to put my own ideas into fin- ishing it. 1 went to Europe after I'd bought it and took an architect and a photographer along. Then, when I saw a room | liked somewhere, I'd tell them I wanted that reproduced here. The result is there aren't any periods.” “T hate period rooms,” said Sylvia, quite forgetting Courtney's perfect Louis Qua- torze drawing-room in town. ‘For of course no such things ever existed during the periods themselves! I think mine is the most charming bedroom I’ve ever seen.’ “Oh, I got that out of a picture,”’ said Mason. ‘I’m glad you like it. No one’s used it before.”’ At that moment a servant opened the doors leading from the hall, and a flood of women’s voices and perfume and bright dresses ushered in the half-dozen other guests. Courtney had occasion to whisper, “You're going strong! Good for you! And I’ve never seen you look so lovely.”’ In order not to answer him, Sylvia moved forward. She knew the four other women, and she disliked each one, although she had never realized it until she saw them all together. Two of them, as it happened, were the wives of newly rich, self-made men. She had encountered them on vari- ous charity boards and at large parties. They were handsome, beautifully dressed and self-assured beyond any assurance mere personal self-satisfaction could pro- duce, for they relied upon the power, completely outside themselves, of their hus- bands’ money. They greeted Sylvia with arrogance, partly in order to forestall any possible arrogance on her part and also to show their indifference to her and whatever she thought she stood for. Sylvia found herself standing beside the third woman, who was much the prettiest of the group, in a picture gown of apple- green taffeta which hung perilously low over her white, rounded bosom and shoul- ders. She was Mildred Lacey-Smith, the daughter of old Bill Lacey, as her father, who had made and lost several fortunes, had been called. She was small and her voice was soft and her hair was golden, and every now and then she made some witty but shocking remark in a manner so inno- cent that it was impossible to believe she could understand her own meaning. From the moment she entered the room her wide blue eyes never left the face of her host. When dinner was announced, he came toward them and asked Sylvia if she would sit at the head of the table. ‘*My aunt isn’t coming down,” he said. “She doesn’t enjoy parties like this.” Mrs. Lacey-Smith took his arm with a proprietary gesture. ‘You haven't even telephoned me for two whole days!’’ she said in her sweet childlike voice. Sylvia wanted to shake her. They had gone to school together; old Bill Lacey had blackmailed some of his business asso- ciates into getting Mildred into a good and unusually exclusive school. The year of her debut she had married Howland Smith, whose family connections had made her social position secure; but she had tired of his friends, whom she declared stuffy, and he had disliked hers, who were rowdy, and after her father’s final failure she had suddenly divorced him. No one knew the reason. She had one child—an extremely picturesque little girl with long golden curls. They had often been painted together according to the best Romney traditions Sylvia had once said that the only time Mildred saw: the child was during the hours in some artist’s studio when she was posing for these pictures. Certainly there could have been little place for the child in the life which her mother led; she had that which she always referred to as a pied-d- terre in New York, but she seemed to live chiefly with the group of friends with whom she had come tonight. When they chartered a private car to go to the Ken- tucky Derby, or motored up to Saratoga Springs to occupy a whole corridor of rooms during the races, they always took Mildred along. At other times she stayed with them at their country places or their Flor ida villas, or went with them to Paris for a month's shopping Her popularity with wives was contrary to all masculine theories, for she was much the pre ttiest and most charmir gly dressed EVENING POST 209 you less especial fortable. 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But for various reasons they | found her indispensable; she could always be relied upon to distract the attention of an overwatchful jealous husband, and it was said that her skill in this regard, as well as her willingness to produce the proper alibi at the crucial moment, had averted more than one domestic crisis. She had | excellent taste; she advised her friends as to | the best milliners, dressmakers, and anti- quaires. If the shopkeepers paid her a commission, as her enemies hinted, the women to whose bills these commissions were added did not care. Perhaps they realized as men did not, that underneath her excessive femininity, her curves and per- fumes and soft voice and sky-blue eyes, she was fundamentally hard. She did not seek love; an ermine cloak would do much bet- ter, thank you. She had a beautiful one, as a matter of fact. It had formed an effective background for last winter’s por- trait of herself and her little girl. *‘And in exchange for the cloak and the picture, I’ll wager she gave nothing more damaging or generous than the honey of flattery,’ Sylvia’s thoughts terminated. She sat down at the head of the long polished table with its exquisite lace and silver-gilt candelabra; she turned to the man on her right. ‘‘What a beautiful service!”’ She looked across the bowls of red roses and the pyramids of colorful fruits—red apples and yellow pears and purple grapes— to the other end of the table, where Mildred Lacey-Smith was leaning toward Mason; the folds of her apple-green gown touched his black dinner coat; her glistening golden hair was not far from his cheek. Halfway down the table she saw Court- ney; he was talking in his most animated way to his dinner partner. From his ex- pression of rapt attention an outsider would have assumed that he found her more in- | teresting than any woman he had ever seen. The man on Sylvia’s left claimed her at- | tention. While he related a long and almost pointless anecdote, Sylvia had an excellent chance to sort out her own thoughts. They brought her little comfort, however, and the unpleasantness of her mood was in- creased as she considered the dreadful half hour she would have when the women had left the men over their cigars. Then to her surprise this problem was solved by the arrival at the table of coffee and liqueurs. ‘**Mason really does it awfully well!’ she said again to herself. She reviewed the details of the dinner; there had not been too many courses, but each one had been perfect. She wondered who guided Mason in his housekeeping; involuntarily she | glanced down at the end of the table. Mil- dred Lacey-Smith, in the process of lighting a cigarette from their host’s briquet, had put one hand over his. Sylvia knew this gesture well. She looked away, but not before she had caught Mason’s eye. For a second she thought that he was trying to communicate something to her, then she realized that he was only trying to signal to her to rise. She got up and took the arm of her part- ner with almost exaggerated formality. As they led the way toward the oak-paneled library she heard Courtney saying in his most gallant, and insincere, manner, “I think it’s too unkind of you, Mrs. Braite, | not to have asked me once to. your house | wonder if two weeks from now - since you got back from Europe. Is that what being presented at the Court of St. James does to old friendships?” And Mrs. Braite, completely deceived, answered honestly, “But I asked you so many times before when you couldn’t come that I thought you didn’t really want to. You know we always love having you. I Sylvia sat down in a high-backed needle- point chair in front of the great Normandy fireplace. Courtney came over to her as soon as he had deposited Mrs. Braite on a sofa, next to Mrs. Lacey-Smith, who was her house guest. “Be a little bit nice to them, won't you?” His voice was too low for anyone else to hear. He adjusted a footstool on which she rested her slender silver-shod feet. December 4,1926 “Has Mr. Braite just been made director of some new company?” He looked at her in surprise. “As a matter of fact, he has. Darn it all, he asked me last year to put him up ata club and I shied it. Now I suppose I've got to do it’’ He glanced toward the sofa. “Especially as they're so close to M ildred.”’ “What has she to do with it?” 3ut she knew the answer even before he inclined his head significantly in the direc- tion of their host. ‘‘She’s played her cards awfully well to land him. Smart woman Poisonous, but smart.” Then, as Mason came toward them, Courtney turned to the sofa. “ You ought to be painted in that green dress.” Mildred moved over invitingly. “Sit down here.’’ She began to talk to him in her soft childlike voice, but she missed no movement of Mason’s as he stood beside Sylvia’s chair. “TI was sorry I couldn’t talk to you at dinner,” he said. “There are a lot of things I’d like to ask your opinion about. And then I was sorry, too, that I'd been so rude about those earrings. You must have thought me even worse than—well, even worse than you probably expected me to be.”’ The servants prepared two card tables. Mildred jumped to her feet. “Oh, I must have some bridge. I promised my dressmaker I’d play my best all this week- end.” Everyone laughed. Courtney raised an expressive eyebrow as his glance met Sylvia’s. It was midnight when the last motor car had driven away and Mason and Sylvia and Courtney were left alone. “Lord, it’s stuffy in here!’ Mason looked around at the heaped-up ash trays and empty glasses and scattered score cards. “Let’s go into the drawing-room for a nightcap. Aunt Mary will join us in a minute; she always sits up until everyone’s left and then comes down to talk it over. I’]] just go up and tell her the coast is clear.” The moment they were alone, Courtney said, “I’ve the most priceless thing to tell you, Sylvia—dozens of them, as a matter of fact, but this really is peerless. I hap- pened to glance down the table at Mason when the duck was being served, and [ heard him, with my own ears, scold the butler for not bringing him a spoon to eat his peas with!” “How amusing!” “Amusing? It’s epoch-making. Think of a man like that being able to live in a house like this, and run banks, and advise foreign premiers, and control our des- tinies. Are you tired, my dear?”’ “Yes, awfully.”” She tucked her feet up under her and wrapped her blue scarf around her shoulders. “Tt will soon be over. But just think of all it means if it goes well.” Mrs. Day came in wearing the same dark-blue dress and eyeglasses she had worn in the afternoon. ‘‘ Now tell me all about the party.”” She sat down on the big sofa. There was something so simple and re- freshing about her that Sylvia wanted to put her head over on the unfashionable plump shoulder and weep. Instead, she said with sincerity, “It was one of the nicest dinners I’ve ever gone to.” She described the food and wines with warm appreciation. “Oh, I know all about that.” Mrs. Day took off her glasses and her dark eyes ap- peared very bright indeed. “I had every- thing sent up to me on a tray and [ ate every course. But I want to know who came and what they said, and what the women wore.” “Mrs. Lacey-Smith was the prettiest,” Sylvia began. She noticed the inquiring look which Mrs. Day turned on her nephew, but she went on describing her gown and her golden hair parted in the middle. “Oh, I know her! Tell me about the others.” They talked for half an hour or more, and when they had all said good night the two women went up the stairs together. Continued on Page 213

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(Continued from Page 210 ““My room’s right next to yours,”” Mrs. Day said. “If you need anything, just let me know.” As she opened her door Sylvia caught a glimpse of a bedroom so incongruous with anything else in the house that she paused to observe its details. ““Come on in,” Mrs. Day insisted. At first glance the girl wondered if some ultra-modern decorator had foisted upon them the carved walnut bed and marble- topped bureau and rocking-chairs of the late-Victorian era. But Mrs. Day reas- sured her. “This is the exact duplicate of my room at home. I didn’t want to come on here where I didn’t know anyone and where peo- ple talk and act different from folks at home. But you know how men are—they never realize just how we feel—and my nephew meant it for the best. He thought he still thinks—that he’s done everything for me in having me live with him, and of course I wouldn’t have him know the truth for anything. But what I began to say was that when I first told him I couldn’t come because i’d be too homesick, he arranged to have all this furniture sent on, and even had an architect go out to my home and measure my bedroom and my sitting room so I could have them exactly the same here. Why, I've even got the same bay window for my bird cage to hang in.”’ She pulled back the ugly green curtains so that Sylvia could see it. ‘I guess it looks kind of funny from the outside to have windows like that, when all the rest of the house has that fancy kind that shut the wrong way.” Her friendliness was contagious; Sylvia settled down in one of the cushioned rocking-chairs to listen to all that Mrs. Day would tell her of life in the town of ten thousand inhabitants which she had so re- gretfully exchanged for that which she called the fleshpots of Long Island. “Of course while I was living there I didn’t realize how much it meant to me, or how much I'd miss things like the Ladies’ Aid and getting ready for the church fair, and so on. But do you know the thing I miss most of all? It’s funny, and I’ve never told anybody else before, but 1 miss most not having the neighbors run in to borrow! You know how it is in a little place—someone’s always discovering at the last moment that they’re out of baking powder just when the biscuits are ready to be put in the oven, or that they need one more egg to finish the salad dressing; then they run across the yard and borrow it Between them borrowing and you borrow- ing, and both of you paying it back and maybe sending over some of the hot bis- cuits or a dish of the salad dressing when it’s finished, you see a good deal of the peo- ple right around you.”” She looked out of the incongruous bay window into the dark- ness of the night. She laughed a little, as if at her own vain hopes. “I guess our near- est neighbor here is about half a mile off. Anyway, I’ve lived here a year and never seen them. And whoever they are, they’re not likely to need anything.” Sylvia had a sudden vision of her cousins’ correctly formal establishment, presided over by a gray-haired butler who could chill the heart of the most formidable if he did not consider its possessor a worthy guest. She smiled back at Mrs. Day. “No, I suppose they don’t need things like that anyway.” Neither of them could foresee that two days later the imperious Miss Bradley would put herself in the position of a neigh- bor wanting to borrow something —some- thing, moreover, of vital concern to them both. of ai, u YLVIA hesitated to telephone her cous- ins; in fact, the morning after the din- ner she and Courtney wasted an hour of golden November sunlight because of her hesitation. She had breakfasted in her room, but when she went downstairs after eleven he joined her in the library. “‘Everything’s going beautifully!"’ His tone was that of a conspirator. “ You talk as if we were laying plans to loot our host’s safe!”’ He looked at her in surprise. ‘‘ Don’t be snappish, Sylvia.” “Can't I even be snappish if I want to?’ Then she laughed at her own ill humor. “It really is going beautifully. I was down bright and early to breakfast with the family. Lord, it was painful!” “Why didn’t you have a tray in your room?” I didn’t dare. They don’t do that out in the great open spaces where Mason came from. Where men are men they eat ham and eggs around the dining-room table if it kills them. But as I started to say, you seem to have absolutely hypno- tized Mrs. Day! She thinks you’ re won- derful. What kind of a treatment did you give her?” Sylvia’s chin went into the air. her. 4 “Now don’t be funny at this hour of the morning. I can’t bear it.”’ “But I do.” “Allright. If that’s your story, stick to it. And now don’t you think you'd like to keep on being a good girl and telephone the Bradley sisters? Mason and his aunt have lived here for a year and they haven't even a bowing acquaintance with them. Your cousins are fond enough of you, so that if they knew you were here the least they could do would be to ask us all over to tea. I know Mason would appreciate it tre- mendously.” “But Mrs. Day couldn’t go over there until after they'd called on her.” ““Good Lord, she doesn’t know that, you And if she’s happened to read the book of etiquette, just tell her that what- | ever the custom is at Podunk, calling is dé- modé in these parts.” “But it isn’t, under these circumstances, Court!” “ Darling, I don’t know whether to shake you or kiss you. You've got to snap out of this mood somehow.” They kept it up until they heard the sound of a motor car on the graveled drive. Through the long French windows they saw Mason returning from golf. She hoped that he would come in and speak to them, but he only waved a friendly hand through the open doorway which led into the hall. “I’m going up to change. Lunch is at one.”’ When he had disappeared, Courtney said, “I don’t want to be too insistent, but it might make all the difference in landing this job if you would telephone, Sylvia.”’ She got up. “Allright. I'll doit from my room.” It occurred to her on the way upstairs that she had been dangerously near for- getting the reason for her visit. When she was informed by her cousins’ English butler that neither of the Misses Bradley could speak on the telephone, but that he would take the message, she ren] ed in her most commanding tones that there was no message he could take, excent to say that Miss Sylvia Bradley cesired t speak to one of them immediately. At this a woman’s voice cut ~ morning, Sylvia—this is Mathil Hang up, Parsons. I se ‘ a talk, but I always listen in, for then I’m sure to get the Where are you?” “I’m staying with your next-door neigh- bor, Grant Mason, Cousin Mathilda. And I want you and Cousin Martha to put some pasteboards into your hands and come over today and leave them en his aunt, Mrs. Day.” “Oh, you do, do you? suppose.” “Yes.” “a Sylvia could almost hear the thoughts, as she put two and two together and emerged with the triumphal d that they totaled four. “Think he’d give Courtney a director- ship in the bank if we called?” “Don't know whether he would or not.” Sylvia’s voice was as cold and hard as an ia like ' goose: “Good messages straight. Courtney there, I other's iscovery THE SATURDAY EVENING POST p Brings You ' Summer Driv ingComfort on Coldest Winter Days

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Lady Patricia Radnor in England last year, | and she said he was the most attractive | American she’d ever met, and she thought He stayed with we were idiots not to know him over here.” Sylvia hung up the receiver. So that was the way they felt! She couldn’t even take any credit for inducing her cousins to call. There apparently was no coinage in which she could repay Mason for his hospitality. The guest of Patricia Radnor, indeed! She knew the blac!:-haired minx; they’d gone to school in Paris together. It seemed as if all the girls she’d ever known at school were on Mason’s trail. She was thinking so intently about Mil- dred Lacey-Smith as she went down to luncheon that she was not surprised to find her in the library, drinking a cocktail with Courtney. “It’s like evoking the devil by looking into the flames,” she thought. She greeted the other with the manner which | Courtney called ‘Grade B, skimmed.” But if Mildred observed any withholding of the cream of cordiality, she paid no at- tention to it. “‘I was just telling Courtney about the most divine thing that happened this morning at the Braites’. Jim Braite’s mother is staying there now. They usually manage to keep her hidden away in some hamlet of Europe or California, but she comes up for air occasionally, and this the unfortunate moment. Well, my dear, she came into Dora’s room this morning while I was there, and tried to tell her maid, in French, what was the matter with her mattress!” Mildred’s eyes, beneath a hat of red felt, gave the effect of bright blue enamel, as she | brought the story to its extremely funny conclusion. The impropriety of the story did not seem importaut to Sylvia; more- over, it was told in excellent French, which most English-speaking people seem to regard as a medium which renders any sub- ject permissible. But she did resent Mil- dred’s way of implying that she and Sylvia and Courtney, being initiated members of the haut monde, would find amusing almost any word or deed of outsiders like their respective hosts. Moreover, she began to have a revulsion of feeling against the type of conversation which consists solely in re- counting the mistakes and faux pas com- mitted by other people. It was the easiest way in the world to be amusing; she knew | that she herself had been guilty of it in the | past, but she defended herself now by thinking that at least her malice had never been directed against the simple and un- affected, but only against the pretentious. Mrs. Day appeared at the door just then, | and Sylvia found herself moving toward her | instinctively. “I hope you slept well,” said Mason’s aunt. “I felt kind of guilty after you'd gone to bed last night, for fear I’d kept you up too late, but I enjoyed your visit with me so much I couldn't help it.” Sylvia hoped with all her heart that Courtney was not listening. Then, as she heard his voice and Mildred’s engaged in an unintelligible but apparently very amusing dialogue, she felt relieved. “‘T enjoyed it just as much,” she said. “I hope we can have many more.”’ They had moved toward the others as they talked; now Mildred came forward. “How do you do, Mrs. Day? I’m Mrs. Lacey-Smith. I hope you haven't forgot- ten me.” “No, indeed. I remember you very well.”” Mrs. Day’s tone, in contrast to the purring sweetness of the other’s, seemed dry and noncommittal. She shook Mil- dred’s outstretched hand, which seemed al- most too small for its great square emerald ring. The presence of their hostess created a sudden restraint upon the lively conversa- tion of the others, so the burden of her en- | tertainment fell upon Sylvia. She was glad when Mason joined them. December 4, 1926 At luncheon Sylvia sat between her host and hostess, but she found it impossible to talk to either of them with the same natu- ralness which she felt when Courtney and Mildred were removed from the scene. During a discussion of their plans for the rest of the day she found it necessary to say, “My cousins—Martha and Mathilda Bradley—said they’d hope to find you at home this afternoon.”’ Mrs. Day looked pleased. “Oh, that will be nice. ].’d like to meet some of our neigh- bors.” Her nephew laughed. “You won't find them very neighborly, Aunt Mary.” Nevertheless, he, too, looked pleased. Sylvia now turned toward him. ‘* They’ve heard wonderful things about you from Patricia Radnor, and long to meet you.” “Pat Radnor!” Mildred repeated in in- voluntary surprise. Then she drawled in the childlike manner which heralded her worst insinuations. “I always wondered who restored Radnor Castle!” Mason’s blue eyes blazed. His thin lips opened, then closed in a tight line. When he did speak, he ignored Mildred and ad- dressed Sylvia. ‘“‘Sir James and I are directors in the same company. He and Lady Patricia have been more than kind to me when I’ve been in London. | must say I’ve been surprised to find how hospitable the English are, on the whole.”’ Sylvia wanted to answer, ‘‘Oh, they make a pcint now of entertaining impor- tant Americans; it’s a sort of unofficial propaganda,” but instead she said, “‘ Patri- cia and I were at school in Paris together. I haven’t seen her for several years, but my cousins run into her every now and then at Cannes. She used to be awfully pretty.”’ “She still is. And she has a good sense of humor, except about her salon. Sir James says that instead of having her drawing- room redecorated every year, she simply changes the style of her guests. When I first met her she was interested in some kind of yogism, and the place was overrun with men in turbans, and flat red cushions on the floor. But this last year I found she’d dropped all that and gone in for actors and playwrights. I believe she paints scenery and designs costumes for the stage.”’ Sylvia could not imagine why she found this conversation so comforting; she told herself that it was because Mason’s blue eyes could coolly appraise even an earl’s daughter, which was more than many of his compatriots could do. “What about a two-ball foursome this afternoon?’’ Mason suggested suddenly, turning to Courtney. ‘*Splendid.” Sylvia wondered idly how many years Courtney would have to spend acquiescing in all of Mason’s ideas, before he’d be able to afford having ideas of his own. She thought, “His position is very much like that of a courtier toward a king, in the days when kings had real power. Mason may not be a modern Napoleon, but certainly his satellites act as if he were. i wonder if Courtney will dare win from him at golf.” But Courtney and Mildred played a much better game than their opponents. When they were all talking it over in the motor going home, Courtney declared that he had never seen Sylvia in such bad form. “Well, considering that you won ten dol- lars on every hole because of it, you oughtn’t to complain.’ But she smiled as she fastened her fur coat more securely around her throat; she had enjoyed every moment on the course. They stopped at the Braites’ enormous white house. Mason helped Mildred out of the car, then stood at the door talking to her fora moment. Asshe looked up at him, her cheeks flushed deep rose from the wind and her fair hair blowing from underneath her red hat, Sylvia acknowledged her beauty. “Be as nice to her as you can,” Courtney whispered. ‘“‘She practically admitted to me while we were playing that they’re en- gaged. We’re dining here tonight.”’ Continued on Page 217 — —_

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FE ee, ‘Bird ‘Notes £ or AN AUS ~ I Berens has been great ex- citement in Fairyland re- cently, where Santa Claus has his headquarters. By the Fairy- land Wireless from all parts of our country, bird notes have been pouring in upon Santa Claus. Old Santa tells us that all the little feathered folk who live in homes have been trying to help him find out what will really make people happiest on Christ- mas, so they’ve been listening in on their dreams and this is what they report: Consider the Grandfathers “First of all, Santa, think of the grandfathers. People forget that they are really aad boys grown gray and their hearts still follow the band as it marches up the street. They would like unbine better than a merry-hearted little canary for a companion.” And Grandmothers ‘You must have heard, even tn Fairyland, of the revolt of the grandmothers. They simply re- veda THE SATURDAY EVENING POST been p i at Santa Claus’ headquarter fuse to grow old any more and sit in a chimney corner in a faded b li ick dress. ¥ hey are all dressed up in printed silks, Santa, sitting in the sun parlor waiting for you to bring them a gay little bird.” Father is a Problem! ‘Really, Santa, lots of people think that fathers are only in terested in making money, eX cept when they play golf! But we know many of them that would like a canary as a ‘joy-dis- penser.”’ Don’t Forget Mother ‘Mother thing that will bring joy and cheerfulness into the home for And you know, Santa, always wants some- everyone. - Ed A cy 4 a that canaries are past masters of the gentle art of making body happy.” every- Boys and Girls Come Next “What a lot of fun the boys and girls in any home can get out ot companionship with a_ living, singing bird! And it will lead them to understand and love all their ‘little brothers’ of the air.”’ sil a ENDRY Since 1869 g in Remember the Shut-ins “But most of all, Santa, we want you to give special i tht to the shut-ins F se ten the sick people Y who will never walk again, the little crippled children who ! have tO make- , P U« ev hat 7 ’ i ‘ they can in ind play Just } + , | | think how a litt | ( | sing to them and ar het pt) ee hours when them. Surely through ~ lo nye busy peop! > rget bird would 1 be all oitts for then th happi st or Important Note “And for all these birds, Santa be sure to bring a Hendryx Bird Hor ; The the oift wil i) The Hendryx Bird Home is a gift of distinctive beauty When giving a bird you will want to be sure to provi le it with a charming Hendrvx home. kor more than half a century Th BIRD CAGES Andrew B. Hendr yx * mpany has built the finest and best bird homes from the standpoint of san iry ) uct ind deco l Ve lesign Color Plays an Important Role in the Newest Bird Homes Kor the Feathered Aristocrat among birds, noth ng can be lovelier than the new Pyralin homes in green and ivory, or orange and bl cK for the su room or breakfast room: in smart black and white etfects or paste! tints tor the living room. Inex ,e&r s , 7 = Duco tinish- ed lesign also come 1n wh errectiv«e al colors, iM J ust by ¢ i sure that the Bird Home ae you Gece 4 bears the name “ Hen- dryx.”” Almost all bird stores, ed stores, florists, hardware, furniture or department stores will show vou a variety of th newest de SINS, pric 17] mM $2.00 to $150.00—stands ft $2.50 to $25.00. In the Bird Store H Hear! H t Littlest Bird in his sweetest note Why such excited ‘Hear! hears! ghed t Wise Old Bu Yor a ah eenetin Ton Oh. | 1 hea They hay to Santa Cla v h Her xX cag CARAS CARS CARS CARS CARRS CARES CARS CAMS CARE PARAS CAWLEY CARLSD CARRS CARRE CAMS CARERS CARRS CARRE

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216 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST interfront Guards Your Motor Against the Ravages of Cold W, rong Thousands believe that it is not necessary to protect a motor from cold except in freezing weather. It’s a mistaken idea. Cold is the cause, automotive authorities agree. of 50 to 75% of all premature motor wear. Cold doesn’t just mean below zero. At 60° Fahrenheit your motor is underheated. December 4, 1926 Right Makers of many fine cars pro- vide Winterfront radia protection the year ‘round guarding the motor against the damage wrought by cold At 60° Fahrenheit— your ‘TODAY! Correct this grave error that 1s costing car owners millions M's IONS of cars—old and new. 4¥4 Millions of motorists at the wheel— tening these cold mornings to coughing, puttering, bucking motors — wondering vhy the smoothness of summer operation left these motors—almost over night. Millions of “chokes” come to the rescue flooding cold cylinders and = cylinder walls with raw gasoline Glass-like metal urfaces washed clean of the vital oil film f protes Vital tor parts laid bare to grinding Excessive dilution follows, fouled spark hich eg consumption, extreme carbonization, cor ion and rapid cylinder wear Punishment! No motor built today, however perfect, can withstand nth f such treatment Skilled automotive engi at 50 to 75% of all premature motor \ 1 e result of cold. u tor 1 heat machine. It’s heat energy { l At heat machine must be hot 15 » 17 ore for eatest ein cy Of the milli ‘ cars lew evet ttain this effi \ I ( 1 repair shop \ sr I t! cama re by cold Many automotive authorities agree it’s the “warming lin chill and cold weather that causes greatest mage The “choke period when to get your motor operating smoothly, you drive miles with tl ' YANT “choke” out. Flooding your motor with raw gasoline is a costly “warming-up” process Warm up, and stay warm with a Winterfront With your car Winterfront equipped — the “warming-up” period is cut to seconds. You form the habit of using the “choke” as it should be used — for starting only. Your motor is kept always at the correct heat for highest efficiency — you experience greater gasoline economy—increased warmth inside your car—summer- time smoothness and pep in your motor. What VW ‘interfront is and what it does motor needs this protection That's when cold starts its Pa work of destruction { | 2 af | i | of order—nothing for you to remember. Winterfront action is positive and automatic. In laboratory tests- Winterfronts have given the equivalent of 20 years of average service without a single failure to operate- automatically, Winterfront will improve the appear ance of any car—and outlast the car itself. Many fine cars equipped with W, interfront Pines Automatic Winterfront is standard equipment on Packard “8,” Pierce-Arrow, Peerless “8,” Peerless De Luxe “6,” Willys-Knight Big “6” and Wills Ste Claire Model T-“6."” Makers of these fine cars have stopped the damage wrought by cold. You can have this vital protection on your car for a fraction of what it will cost you to repair the damag: cold will do. Insist on getting Pines Winterfront. It’s 1 the only automatic radiator shutter on the market Installed on your car in ten minutes Winterfront is for sale by car and accessory dealers everywhere. Your dealer The Pines Automatic Win- Sa terfront is a thermostat con- trolled shutter that fits snugly over the radiator. The ther- mostat control fits flush with the radiator. Temperature changes are transmitted through the thermostat to the automatic shutters. Thus, when more heat is needed, the shutters close themselves. When less heat is required, they automatically open to the exact angle desired. There is nothing to get out PINES — will equip your car in less than ten minutes — giving you the protection that is saving car owners millions. aie Ne Models for all cars priced $22.50 to $30.00. Special models for Ford, $15.00; Chevrolet, $17.5 , And D 1 } $20.00. Sli prices in the tain area and west. Pines Winterfront Company, 422 North Sacramento Blvd., natn ‘ Chicago. ERFRONI—/?s Automatic | — a eee ed Fy oe ———

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21> eQ TE ee ee EE LL Le > (Continued from Page 214 Sylvia’s elation left her. She on the way home; was she then to spend the rest of her life being nice to people she loathed? She heard Courtney and Mason discussing the stock market; something had dropped two points; something else had gone up. She felt tired. When they reached the house they found Mrs. Day in the drawing-room, giving tea to the Misses Bradley. Sylvia had never felt so proud of her cousins as she did at this moment. They were the real] thing; hav- ing made up their minds to accept their they were proceeding to do it thoroughly. There were no half measures about them. They were talking now to Mrs. Day about her flowers; they had dis- covered her enthusiasm for gardening. She was beaming at them, and Sylvia listened to the conversation with relief. For she knew that they adhered to a code too rigor- ous and uncompromising for most of her was silent neighbors, generation. They regarded hospitality as a rite. In spite of the fact that most of their association was in the fashionable world, they acted upon the principle that once you had entertained a guest in your house or had accepted his hospitality, you accepted him as one of your own kind, and you did not criticize him. They discriminated much more than the modern all-inclusive hostess, but they exercised their discrimination be- fore they received people, and not after- ward. It was their discrimination which had made their position so formidable. Now, as the conversation turned from gardening to personalities, someone asked about a recent scandal. The elder Miss Bradley put down her teacup emphatically. ‘The story is absurd! The girl is dining with us tomorrow night.” It was a complete vindication. Sylvia wanted to hug her cousin, who shared her knowledge that the story was, in fact, true But the girl’s mother was one of Cousin Mathilda’s oldest friends and that was enough. A few minutes later when the name of another woman came up, Cousin Martha said briefly, ‘‘We do not know her.” It was a complete denial of her socia! existence. Sylvia acknowledged the ruthlessness of these verdicts based upon personal loyalty rather than strict justice, but she admired the strength with which they were upheld. She realized now, for instance, that if Mrs. Day were suddenly to pour her tea into the saucer and drink it, her cousins would never mention the fact. She wondered how many people she knew, of whom she could say the same. Certainly there seemed to be no woman of that fiber at the Braites’ dinner. Sylvia was irritated at being a guest there; she had always made it a point not to accept invitations from this crowd; she wanted to be able to disapprove of them with a clear conscience. After dinner she was drawn into a game of poker, which she played badly enough at any time. Tonight her luck was even worse than usual; she sat at a round table covered with green baize, watching the four men and two other women put in their red, blue or white chips, joking with one another, calling for another highball or os a fresh cigarette, and she felt completely alien. Courtney was playing bridge in another room; Mason and Mildred had disap- peared. Before the game ended Sylvia had lost two hundred dollars, which sum meant nothing to any of the others at the table, but which she felt, resentfully, was a large price for her to pay for so uncongenia! an evening. When at were last they saying good night, Mrs. Braite turned to Courtney and said, “ Will = ask her, or shall 1?”’ “Oh, you, by all means.” ‘*Well, we're coming down again in two weeks,”’ she fingered her magnificent pearls; “‘and [ do wish you'd join us for the week- end. Prince and Princess dell’ Antibe are coming. I'd like to have you know them.” Her impressiveness Was much for Sylvia's irritated nerves. ‘I them too know THE SATURDAY much too well now."’ She repented her rudeness immediately, and tried to soften it by adding, ‘I'm engaged then, as a mat- ter of fact. But I hope you'll ask me again.” “Well, she won’t!”’ Courtney said as he helped her into the closed car. “IT hope not.” Her voice retained its icicle quality. ‘I don’t see why you let me in for that, Court.” Mason stepped in after him, and the chauffeur slammed the limousine door. They talked little on the way home; Courtney tried to hold her hand under the fur rug, but she jerked it away. She told the men good night in the hallway and went at once up to her room. When she came down the next morning the house seemed very still. The butler told her that Mrs. Day had gone to church in the village, and that the gentlemen were playing golf. Sylvia wandered outdoors. “I hate people who say the air is like champagne,” she thought; “‘but it is. It feels the way a nice yellow apple tastes.” She walked down the path which led to a tennis court, unused now, with brown leaves drifting down on it faster than any gardener could rake them up. She heard the yelping of dogs from the distant ken- nels as she turned into a cart road. There was no doubt that this was the most beau- tiful time of year; the sky was turquoise in its blueness. Presently she came to an old stile and sat down, for she could not think connectedly while she was walking. But, although she had expected to arrive at some definite conclusion about the many things which were troubling her, the one thing which kept repeating itself over and over again in her mind was that after Mildred Lacey-Smith had married Mason she would never see them again—never! Even if it cost Courtney his job. She would never enter their door! Never! In the distance she perceived the figure of a man walking rapidly down the road toward her. As he came nearer she saw that it was Courtney. She waved her hand in greeting. ‘““How did you know that I was here? “By looking everywhere else first. You’re harder to find than a golf ball!’’ His hazel eyes were alight with triumph; he seemed filled with elation. “Oh, Sylvia, listen! Just listen! It’s even more than I dared hope for. It’s the European job and a directorship too!”’ Her smile reflected his. ‘‘I] am so glad so very glad!” “It’s victory at last! After all these years my ship has come in!” She had never seen him in this mood be- fore; he appeared taller and straighter, and he had an added air of self-confidence. He seemed another person from the man she had first known. She had enlisted under the banner of a lost cause, and now to her amazement she found herself on the winning side. In his moments of failure and discouragement he had been appealing; she had longed to comfort and help him. Now that he had achieved could no longer play this réle, and she real- ized definitely that there was no other rdéle she wanted to fill. “It will be just the kind of life you'll like ” success she best, Court.”’ **And you too. You'll like it, won’t you, Sylvia? y ““No.’’ Her voice broke; she looked away from him, down the deserted road which seemed to lead nowhere. She saw in it and in the dry leaves which drifted down from the overhanging trees, a symbol of the severance of human ties. She was filled with the sadness of an irrevocable decision as she repeated, ‘‘ No, Court.” “But I've only been waiting for some- thing like this to ask you.” “I know. And I suspect that’s just the trouble, my dear. If it had been the real thing—if we had cared enough—we wouldn't have waited for a few extra thou- sands a year.” “But, Sylvia, with you—beautiful house I wanted to share things things—a country EVENING POST FLORSHEI at all mes Z : et THE FLORSHEIM SHOE COMPANY ~ Manufadurers - CHICAGO | hook ~ STYLES OF THI M Kegu = cigs — | WILLIAMS People who use we Tires don} eed spares SO Much e chances out of ] yst Kurs 4, pan \i get More mije, ve Y dear, thas? t fix ¢ ast afte tis A yo" vs change ¢ \ ;chelins “ 4% SAY MICHELIN TIRES ARE BEST * THIS STATEMENT IS BASED ON FA‘ 1500 MOTORISTS WHO WERI OTHER MAKES. 84 MICHELIN—THE WORLD'S FIRST PNEUM TESTING TS. WE PI SAID MICHELINS PROVED ATI KED AT MICHELIN TI RES OPPt THEMSELVES BET RAN DO SI io we M ry TER

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218 THE SATURDAY y ‘Does your workers dollar . e e 9 give him this : With your factory in Wilmington you'd slip a lot of extra contentment into the pay envelopes—because of the attractive living conditions here, the comfortable Climate and prosperity—a wide variety of manufactures, with some of the world’s largest fac- tories in their lines. Every advantage for manufacturing and shipping Over-night deliveries to 20% of America’s popu- Labor Supply abundant in all grades. lation. Free from the traffic jam of shipping from the crowded seaboard cities. Factories and branches here are well located for business with the East, the fast-growing Southeast, and for New Marine Terminal with latest type equip- coast-wise and foreign shipping. ment for handling shipments, ships, railroad cars and motor-trucks in fast time at low cost. Open and covered storage. 10 minutes from heart of city. Power, Fuel, Gas, Pure Water at low rates. Short haul from coal mines and refineries. 3 Reilroads— Pennsylvania, Reading, B. & O. You can ship aiso by water or truck Free Survey for Your Special Requirements—write and tell us your special needs in labor, materials and shipping and where you want to cut costs. Our consultant will make a careful study of what Wilmington has to offer you, and will give you a conserva- tive report. Address: Industrial Department, Room 1301, Chamber of Commerce WILMINGTON Dnt A Wah Ss Port of Personal Service” Letters in our files from 42,762 Doctors endorse EVENING POST | She interrupted him sharply. ‘Yes, I know. A country house and a place in | town and a villa in Florida and motors and | stables—just what all these other men and | their wives want, in fact! You and I have | contempt for them, and yet I wonder just | what the difference between us is!” She turned toward the house. ‘It’s time | for luncheon. We must go in.” Then after a moment her anger died. “I’m sorry, Court. And I really think it’s wonderful that you’ve got this chance. I know you'll make a tremendous success of Bay “T don’t know. Maybe Mason won’t want me now. He acted as if he thought it was all settled that you—that you'd go too. He spoke about the entertaining end of it, for instance, and how well you'd do that. This may change his plans.’ Her voice was very gentle. ‘‘That’s ab- surd. You're the best man he could pos- sibly get for the place and he knows it. For, in addition to all you know about the | business side, you’ve traveled so much and have such a wide acquaintance in Europe and are so good at languages—not to men- tion your winnin’ ways!” He smiled a little, so she went on, ‘‘I’ll break the news to Mason in my most tactful manner. Leave it to me. Oh, Court, I am really so glad you’ve got what you want!” And although he turned toward her in a gesture of dissent, she saw with a feeling of disillusionment and relief that his eyes still retained their glow of victory. At luncheon Sylvia was unusually gay; Mason had invited two business associates whom he had encountered during the morn- ing, and she threw herself enthusiastically into the business of entertaining them. She sparkled. As she saw their response her inner | amusement increased. ‘‘ Mason thinks I’m trying to show him what a help I'll be to Courtney. But just wait until I’ve seen his aunt after luncheon!” She found herself involved in a bridge game, however, for Mason left the house, and she made a fourth with the three men. It was after six when she rapped on Mrs. Day’s door. ““Come!"” She removed the Sunday newspapers from the rocking-chair next the fire. ‘‘I was hoping you'd drop in for a little visit. I wish you weren't going to leave tomorrow.” “I wish so too. But I’m afraid I must.” Mrs. Day’s dark eyes twinkled. ‘ Well, I suppose you'll be busy making prepara- tions. I hear you’re going to Europe pretty soon.” Sylvia did not pretend to misunder- stand. ‘‘No, I’m not going.” *‘Isn’t he going to take the position?” “Oh, yes, Courtney’s delighted with it. And he will fill it beautifully. Only—only his going doesn’t affect my plans.” “T see.” Mrs. Day polished her eye- glasses with a clean white-linen handker- chief smelling of lavender. Then she defi- nitely changed the subject. ‘I saw your | cousins at church this morning and talked GLYCO-~-THYMOLINE for mouth wash nasal spray or gargle OE Porw GLYCO- Remember this when your head feels “stuffed up,” when you start sneezing, when your eyes and nose start running, when your throat is dry and ticklish. Glyco-Thymoline is sold by all druggists. Three sizes—smal!, medium and the big pound bortle, shown at the right Trial size bottle mailed promptly if you send 106 Address Kress & Owen Co., 361 Pearl St., New York i i tl | | to them quite a little while as we were waiting for our cars. It seems they have a church fair here too. I’m going to make some of those old-fashioned blue-and-white quilts like my mother used—they seem to have come back into style again. And if I can get the cook and the kitchen maid and the butler out of the way, I’m going to go right down into the kitchen myself and make an angel cake.” “I'll come out and buy it.” Sylvia re- joiced at the new enthusiasm in the other’s manner. ‘You'll find my cousins good neighbors in their way.” Mrs. Day smiled. ‘Will you believe it—they asked me this very morning if they could borrow something from me?”’ “Borrow something? What?” ‘*A man for dinner tonight! I was just as surprised as you are. But it seems they’re giving a pretty big dinner party and one of their guests dropped out at the last mo- ment and they didn’t know what to do for all the world like someone at home not having a square of chocolate to finish their December 4, 1926 cake—so they wanted to know if I'd le nd them one of our men. We hadn't planned anything special for tonight, so I told them of course I would. I guess they were inter- ested in seeing my nephew again anyway “I’m sure they were.”’ Sylvia got up. “IT must go and dress.” Even a piping hot bath exuding the most fragrant scent of verbena salts did not allay her mood of depression. She brushed her hair straight back from her forehead, twisting it into a flat knot on her neck, and slipped on a medieval tea gown of gold- printed gray-blue velvet the color of her eyes. She wondered how she could manage to keep Mrs. Day in the room with Court- ney and herself all during the evening. When she went down only Mason was in the drawing-room. ‘Oh, you haven't gone yet?” “I’m not going.” “But your aunt said she’d promised to lend my cousin a man for dinner.”’ “*She loaned Courtney to them.”’ “Ohm His eyes had never seemed so blue; it occurred to her that he had stayed at home in order to try to make her change her mind. He said, ‘‘Now that dress is perfect. That’s the kind of dress the girl wore in the picture I copied your room from.” She said to herself, ‘‘You’re wasting your time. I won’t change. But go on. | like it.’’ The butler announced dinner. “Aunt Mary’s not coming down.” Presently they faced each other at a small table in the dining room. He spoke again of Lady Patricia Rad- nor. “‘I remember seeing a photograph of you there.”’ Before she could answer, he went on, ‘“‘London would be a charming place to live, for anyone who had many friends there.” “Yes, that’s one reason I think Court- ney will do so well.” She tasted her soup with a feeling of having scored. “You aren’t going with him?” She put her spoon down; she felt her cheeks flame. ‘‘ No, I’m not! I told him so this morning, and I told your aunt so this afternoon. I had supposed you knew it.”’ “‘T just wanted to be sure. I'll tell you a secret now—one of those inside stories of big business that are never written up. I offered that job to Courtney largely on account of you.” She felt no elation. “I’m sorry. I’m sorrier than I can say. But it’s such a good choice. He is so extraordinarily well fitted for it , “You must let me finish. I don’t mean that I offered him the place because | thought you'd be helpful. No doubt you would have been, but that wasn’t the rea- son. On the assumption that he was going to marry you, I wanted him to go abroad so I wouldn’t have to have you around.” She stared at him, not daring to under- stand. Then she said, ‘‘ But— but when did you begin to feel that way?” “‘Well, you see, I saw your picture a year ago at Lady Patricia’s and it haunted me. Then I met someone else who looked just enough like it to make me think she might do. But it turned out to be like the thing you said the other night about the difference between real diamonds and paste. I made up my mind when I put your earrings into my pocket that I’d send you and Courtney as far away as I could. I even thought of opening a branch in Timbuktu.” “But, now going?” “Oh, he can have it anyway. All that’s of no importance. Sylvia—Sylvia, do you know how beautiful your name is? Darn that butler!” The servant approached her with a sil- ver vegetable dish. As she glanced at its contents she heard her voice, as if of its own volition, uttering the most implicitly romantic sentence of her life. She said, “I'd like to have my peas in a separate dish; and will you bring me a spoon?” now that you know I’m not a — a ES ET Sy, a ae

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7 et “wen a — a PS EE wy a a SE eae an ae te ee eee THE SATURDAY EVENING POST The anti-freeze that wont corrode One of the remarkable properties of RADIATOR- ( ;lycerine ANTI-FREEZE SOLUTION A tew of the some things drink contai many whole- you eat and ning glycer- ine and improved by its blandness: CARI BREAD CANDY ICINGS SHERBETS SOFT DRINKS EXTRACTS rONICS COUGH DROPS SHREDDED N ingredient in . usually safe and ck solution for vour automohile For give does not ¢ vaporate, constant replacement uway; and, corrode or attack any svstem See tistr equally important rctionus COCOANUT foods, glycerine how extends its helpfulmess to make an un anti-lreeze | pe ndable ering hence does not need I kept from leaking it will not part ol the cooling iy | mw.) ouve been eating harmless glycerine for years—so it wont hurt your car ERHAPS vou ve never realized ~ how safely and thoroughly Radiator Glycerine will protect vour car against freezing. Most important is the fact that it will not evaporate. Properly ser- spilled on metal or lacquer finishes. Radiator Glycerine adds a new sense of security to cold weather driving. As it won't evaporate, you can put it in now without fear of loss, if you will first be sure vice your car auc- cording to the instructions at the right, and be cer- vou can fain of cold weather protec- tion, as long as vour cooling sys- tem is free from A a a we Bs . vour car is made glycerine-tight. Then a sudden cold snap won't catch you unpre- pared. You will find, that your car will run better and will enjoy the se- too, vou leakage. Many motorists use Radiator Glye- erine throughout the year for it stands the warm days without evap- orating as well as the cold ones with- out freezing. Hence its great value where temperatures vary suddenly. substances are as harmless it is often used in the foods you eat. So know it can't harm the cooling system of It has no objectionable when Few as glycerine you vour car. odor and is non-corrosive Radiator Glycerine frees you from the worry and bother of constantly replacing your anti-freeze once your car ts glyce rine-tight curity of know- ing that even at solution oe wal remely lov temperatures vou will never have a freeze crack, for Glycerine solu- tions do not freeze solid like water. And needs no constant replacement be- consider its economy. It cause there is no evaporation. Once your cooling system is tight glycerine-tight, not just water- tight of anti-freeze protection with one servicing of Radiator Glycerine. vou can be sure of months THE GLYCERINE PRODUCERS LATION O}1 AMERICA To help you keep Radiator Glycerine in your Motor Car cooling system, read these simple instructions LTHOUGH the d Radiator Gl cheaper in tl cost is greater tl anti-lreeze importance to Above all, he is tight ine takes advanta Your Larageman ¢ svstem dirt and sediment from the cooling tighten svstem, agents, permanence of evlinder head gaskets, and pump prare king sO therecan beabsolutely no question that stem is leak prool Also don't glycerine through the vertlow pipe side the radiator. Never fill radiator highe r “Wy ‘ ; s glycerine-tigh than within 3 inches ter-tight. This of the top ol t! Is pipe —— ji) WEs J waste the 1 his allows solution to « ypand th veerine makes it out overflowing when heat 1 up mg run, its first Remember only leakage or ovet ian that of other flow can impair the permanence of so it is of prime giveerine protection No prevent its waste placement for evaporatic s neces sure the cooling sary except an occasional re plenish Remember glvyvcer ment of the water in the solution as ge of minor leaks in summer. You can prepare for an easily flush all cold weather with it in advance without fear of loss by evaporatio: hose connections, Use onl pure distilled radiator glycerine solutio vouched for by a reli able maker and be sure your Car Is Care fullv serviced accord ‘ ing t »>the mst ructions. You can then drive vour car mi all kinds of weather free from all worry over the pos sibilit ol a trozen motor \ YORK CITY

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December 4, 1920 220 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST FI rer y When Henry Field Broadcasts from His Famous Iowa Station KFNF-— E isn’t satisfied to put his station’s rooms. They should know what is best in music or church service or lecture “‘on radio, don’t you think? They produce it. the air’ and hope you get it right. [he Day-Fan Receiver is easy to use, with That isn’t the way Field does business. He smooth single dial control; beautiful to hear; in five, six, and seven-tube models; selective; has his program listened to—on a radio re- ceiver—and if it’s right on that, it’s right reasonable in price (from $89.00 up). Your name and address on a postcard or on the for his audience. coupon line below brings booklet and name The receiver he uses is a Day-Fan. You who seek the right radio for your of nearest dealer. Hear a Day-Fan. It is like home—read the list of the broadcasting sta- opening the door of the broadcasting studio tions who use Day-Fans in their listening while the performance 1s on DAY-FAN ELECTRIC COMPANY +- + DAYTON, OHIO Manut clurers af Radio Recez vs. Fans, and VUor rs wu itl tl V7 CL1IION 3 ) ad / [ v per: } * Among the creat Broadcasting Stations who authorize ust ate Tait WCCO, Minneapolis and St. Paul (Gold Medal Rad . ——_— SS eee bat Day-Fan R peers in their listening rooms —— = = : Station, Washburt Crosby Co - KENI f ] } d ruess of reception ar (FA = . > pelt Gees | NV — la Henry Field Seed Co » WOWO. Fr. Way | Main Auto Supply Ce WOAY maha, Nel WMCA, New York (Hore! McAlpin); WEBJ, New H w vodn ge a W - | 1 ee Ass’ York (1 : \ - Rail va) or WQ) Chicag WAAW, Omaha, Neb. (Omaha ( I Calumet i ; vider o. & KRainbo G ngc \ , R WLIB, Chicago (Liberty Mag meek SEAN, | " Co WCAI Nort 1, M Olat ¢ g KWSC, I -WNAC, Boston (The Shet 1 Scares); WTAM, Cleveland ston): WCBD. Zio Zion Broadca W ird Storage Battery Co Wi A} Pittsb roh Ka ; X Baer Co N a7 - . = - _ Address- ao en ee Sera ee a ne a Wash. (State College of Was! | -———_ - a ~~, _

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a tt a in that section. Mostly they were at dinners where I was supposed to furnish humor for } the delectation of the guests. “‘Then came greater fame. I was invited to take part in the dinner program of a na- tional organization meeting at Chicago. It was a mighty proud day for me when I boarded the train for the long ride with a ( speech that included about every good story I had ever told and every odd utter- ance I had ever evolved bottled up in my system. It was a notable dinner, hundreds of prominent men from all parts of the country before me. I followed a particu- larly dry and statistical speaker and never had a finer reception. Applause and shrieks of laughter punctuated the talk, and at the end of the program I was congratulated by half the guests and received two invitations to talk in other cities. Maybe you think I was not thrilled. The world seemed open- ing before me with roses along the path in endless profusion. “The next morning at the athletic club a distinguished jurist from New York rec- ognized me and suggested that we sit down and have a little visit. Seeking a secluded corner, he abruptly remarked: ‘You are a mighty good speaker, young man. Do much of it?’ “I opened up and told him how I was sought for all over my state. Take much of your time?’ “It was admitted that it did absorb a considerable portion of the days and most of the nights. ‘“**How’s your law business?’ ‘‘Admitted again that it was only fair. Seemed as if I did not get the big cases. *** Did you ever think,’ he went on, ‘how many of the men who laugh at your stories i and applaud your smart cracks send you _ ‘ their cases? Big business does not turn toa humorist when it wants things done think of that? These folks at last night’s banquet included the heads of many of the largest firms of Chicago. They laughed at your remarks—but when they have a case in your city the chances are that they will send it to a firm that has no after-dinner speaker connected with it.’”’ ever Applause Butters No Parsnips ‘*“*T don’t know why it is, but in the law business funny stuff and wise cracks do not mix with legal lore. It may go with merchandising, journalism, magazine writ- ing or maybe banking, but not with law or medicine or the clerical profession. If you want to succeed as a lawyer, leave out the after-dinner entertainment; if you want to enjoy speaking, be content to remain a moderate success as an attorney, for you will not get the fees of the large concerns. I’ve tried it and I’ve watched it and I know. Pardon me for this impertinence in giving you advice, but I rather like you and thought you would understand my good intentions.’ “It rather stunned me, and I thought ¢ about his words all the way home. The journey was not nearly so exuberant as the one in the opposite direction. Somehow I believed he was right. I recalled one recent It involved large oil-field leases with millions at stake. A Detroit firm had the matter in hand, and I had met the two managers at a dinner where I spoke and had received their hearty applause. But they did not send the case to me—it went toa firm whose members were younger than I and who were stolid, hard-working law- yers without a spark of eloquence in any- thing they said. Then there was a banker in a neighboring city who had invited me to make the address at a dinner of his lunch club. I was entertained at his home, and he declared my talk was the wittiest and most entertaining ever given on the town When his bank had a lawsuit with a merchant just across the street from my office he made another lawyer his attorney. Maybe there was something in it case site. THE SATURDAY GETTING ON IN THE WORLD Continued from Page 46 ““T took out my pocket engagement book and looked at the page for the next week: Monday, Rotary; Tuesday, Sorosis Club; Thursday, high-school chapel; Friday, to Lyons for Grocers’ banquet; Saturday noon, Bankers’ Association lunch. Fearing my resolution might fail, I wrote five tele- grams canceling the engagements and sent them from the next station. “Right there I quit. I refused to make after-dinner speeches, or, if I occasionally consented, they were without any attempt at mere humor—straightforward discus sions that I hoped might forward the ob- ject of the occasion. But I make mighty few. My friends think I have talked myself out. I feel that I have untalked myself into a business career. Anyhow, my income tax shows that it is a business worth having.”’ Sticking to Business Possibly his argument applies to the legal profession. The average town has in these days several general speaking programs a week. If the town is over 5000 population, it probably has at least three—the chamber of commerce and two lunch clubs, Rotary, Kiwanis, Lions, and so forth. For each of these there must be fifty-twospeakersa year. The first year it is not difficult, but after the near-by territory has been combed for the best speakers and outstanding citizens who will consent to appear, the search for orators becomes hectic. The speaker who | turns loose a joyous flood of humor is in demand over a wide territory. Come to think of it, the most successful lawyer in my town was quiet almost to the point of taciturnity. He never made a pub- lie speech in the forty years of his business career—but he had one side or the other of every important case in the local court and was sought by every corporation having business in the county. The attorney who was the most fluent after-dinner speaker and who was constantly sought for because of his wit failed completely and finally went to Florida to try his luck in real estate. These may have been exceptions. But with a somewhat wide acquaintance with after-dinner programs, the speakers who left the largest measure of confidence in their professional ability seem to have been those who talked business, who refrained from burdening their talks with “that re- minds me of a story,’’ who received more applause than laughter and who dealt in fact and argument rather than in witticism. Their effort may have been less hilariously received, but somehow there was more sub- stance and a larger measure of faith in their broadness of vision. My attorney friend had no intention of arguing against the professional man being an orator—there are too many striking ex- amples of success both on the platform and at the bar. His theory, which he justified by his own experience, was that the lawyer who talks seriously of legal matters on which an attorney is presumed to be an authority, or the professional man of other calling who discusses topics from his own knowledge, recommends himself in the esti- mation of the business world. But when any of these move over into the field of wit and set up as the funny man of every oc- easion, there is an overshadowing of his professional ability by his success as an en- tertainer That foremost in the public mind should be the ability of a professional man in his profession, and that all other attention should be subsidiary to this idea, calls for careful planning of the program to be fol- lowed in the appearances on the platform Wisdom advises that one should build up his business position in the community by such means as will impress most strongly his fitness for his work. 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them down. There are dozens of photo- graphs and oil paintings of any Red that ever got his man; court-room trials; every Pistol or saber that ever dropped a Czar or a Capitalist in his tracks. One sees all the episodes of the Dekabrists’ trial. They were the ones to originate the idea of not letting the Czars sleep too well. It con- tains all the scenery and props in connec- tion with the murder of Alexander II. Rows of special show cases contain bombs to fit any hand. Rooms were made up to represent cells where revolutionists have been confined; | room after room of somebody either being killed or somebody getting ready to kill somebody else. One room is devoted to Lenin, called Lenin’s Corner, where all kinds of material in his private and political life is exhibited. Now we went through there on a Sunday morning, and we couldent hardly wedge our | way through. The man with us was an Englishman, but spoke good Russian, and he described to us what was going on. It was Teachers taking young children through and stopping and lecturing to them: ‘‘ Here is Kzolxsvlozxusz. He had the best record of any of the late bomb heavers. It’s through him you are enjoying this wonder- ful liberty that you are having today.”’ Of all the Museums, this Revolutionary one was the one that they were centering the attention of the smaller ones on. You did not see nearly as many looking at the beautiful paintings by the old masters as you did looking at the old guns that had their notches in the handles. It seems the whole idea of Communism, or whatever they want to call it, is based on propaganda and blood. Their whole life and thought is to convince somebody else. It looks to me like if a thing is so good and is working so fine for you, you would kind of want to keep it to yourself. I would be afraid to let anybody in on it, and that gen- erally seems to be about the usual brand of human nature everywhere. But the Com- munist has so many good things he just wants you to join in and help him use some of them. They start at the cradle with them in Russia. They have a great many schools in Russia, which seem intended not so much to eliminate illiteracy as they are to teach propaganda. Political propaganda starts with their A B C’s. Their statistics prove that they are now operating many more schools than in prewar days. There is no such thing as a private school allowed in Russia. They have agricultural schools for the peasant children in some places. They have craft schools which give professional education in different branches to over one hundred thousand people annually. There are 24 universities. The number of High School students is given as 160,000. They are trying to foster art and culture, but all of it is of the Revolutionary type. If it is a painting, the main character has one foot on a capitalist’s neck and is punch- ing another capitalist in the jaw. But the main thing that dominates this whole thing is to spread propaganda. Talk about some of our states guarding what their schoolbooks contain—these children never get a chance to read anything only about how terrible everything is but Communism. You can’t go to a bookstore and buy any book you want. Every book that is sold in Russia has to be O. K.’d by the Soviet party. You can’t buy outside newspapers, and every paper printed in Russia is under the supervision of the government. So you have got to learn their angle or you don’t learn anything—there is nothing else for you to form an opinion about. They have quite a few community play- grounds and there is bunches of them out there practicing all kinds of games. But they don’t allow competition between dif- ferent teams in Athaletic events. They December 4, 1926 don’t have big intersectional games be- tween different clubs or schools; they claim that is against true communism, that if you defeat your fellow man it might make him think he was not as good as you, and they don’t want to leave that impression. If that was the way we looked at it over home, imagine how poor Harvard would feel. They would be so low down socially that they would be practically vacant. Now while I am on this Athaletic stuff | better kinder call you over to one side and tip you off to a little bit of the life that is really very interesting, in fact kinder ex- citing, and to an outsider makes life worth while in Moscow. The river runs right through the town and, contrary to the gen- eral notion and looks of some of them, why, they do bathe—that is, some of them do; and when I say they bathe, I mean they bathe together. They don’t let race, creed or sex interfere with them. And what | mean—they bathe right. They just wade in what you would call the Nude, or al- together. No one-piece bathing suits to hamper their movements. If there is a bathing suit in Russia, some- body is using it for an overcoat. Why, there is only two pair of trunks in Russia, and they were being mended the weeks I was there. Well, when I saw that I just sit right down and cabled my old friend Mr Ziegfeld: ‘‘Don’t bring Follies to Russia. You would starve to death here.”” But you know the way they do it there— don't seem to be so much what we used to years ago cali—what was that word? Qh, yes, ‘“Im- moral.’ Well, they just walk down there on the bank of the river and everybody skins off their clothes. They don’t have much. Underwear is about as scattering there as bathing suits. Now if it hadent been for this bathing existing I would have got out and seen a lot more places in Russia than I did. But I want to state positively that while I did not get to see all of Russia, I got to see all of some Russians. Well, Cal, we have stood here on the bank long enough. We must hie ourselves away and see what else we can learn from the Muscovite Empire that America may profit by besides Negligee Bathing. Oh, yes, Aeroplanes! It just seems like I can’t write you a letter without drawing your attention to the amount of flying that is being done in Europe. Now take Russia. Here is Russia, so poor that they don’t even know where their next Revolution is com- ing from, and get this—what just one Society did to help their country out in the way of Aviation; a thing that they know is absolutely necessary. They enlisted two million members and got in contributions seven Million Rubles—that, in sensible money, is $3,000,000—organized 20 air clubs, set up over a thousand aeronautical Libraries and distributed millions of pam- phlets of propaganda all on flying, opened up landing fields, bought 130 fighting planes and presented the government with seven equipped Air squadrons. Now this was all in addition to establishing Civil and Com- mercial routes. This was not the Government. It was just one Society; and there is two others almost as big that have accomplished as much. And here is New York City, the second biggest city in the world, that hasent even got a place to land. You have to go halfway to Montauk Point and then drive back two hours in an Auto to get to New York after you get out of a Plane. And here is the humor of it— you can make a landing field on half the ground it takes to make a Golf course on. So just look what those poor Russians are doing, and they are so poor they havent got a Golf Course to their back. That, by the way, is one thing that makes me some- times think they will eventually pull (Continued on Page 225 — ES ae eS

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a (Continued from Page 222 through. Mind you, all these Commercial Air lines in Russia and all over Europe are subsidized by their Governments. Of course, at home the minute we holler for a subsidy for ships to keep our Flag on the ocean, why, up jumps some cocklebur Congressman and objects: “‘ Where do you come in to give some Airplane Co. help, or some Steamship line? You don’t doa thing for the Cafeteria Owners, and they are just as good Americans as anybody ever broke a tray of dishes for. What about the Farmer? Why don’t you give him a subsidy? No, sir-ree, 1 am agin helping anybody till you he!p my constituents.” The subsidy to give most of our people is to take their Automobile away from them and give them the subsidy of an Alarm Clock. If America don’t look out they will be caught in the next war with nothing but a Niblick and a Putter. Putting is all right, but it keeps you too close to the ground to be of much use in the real war of the future. And if you think there ain’t going to be no Next War you better see some of these Nations drilling and preparing, and they are not the people that will go to work and learn a trade that they are not going to work at. The next war you don’t want to Look Out; you want to Look Up. When you look up and see a cloud during the next war to end wars, don’t you be starting to admire its silvery lining till you find out how many Junkers and Fokkers are hiding behind it. Course, Mr. President, these are only tips, and you needent play them unless you want too; but as that is what I am doing over here, why, I am giving you this for all it is worth. I am like the old Rooster when he brought out the Ostrich egg and showed to all the hens and said, “‘I am not criticiz- ing, but I just want you to know what others ere doing.”’ Now that’s an old Gag, but it has to be an old Gag to get over with you fellows. In talking and writing to Poli- ticians you have to be like a Country preacher. You have to illustrate everything you want to drive home with a simple story that all of them can understand. So | just want you-all to know what even Russia is doing. Everybody is using their Air for something besides speeches but us. Now while we are on wars, you might like to know about Russia’s Army. They are without a doubt the seediest-looking layout I ever saw in my life. They look about like a Chamber of Commerce in Eve- ning clothes lined up to meet Queen Marie. Their uniforms are made out of a very heavy grade of calico. They have what used to be a red stripe down the leg. Then their pants are stuck in those big old heavy, clumsy boots. So the pants, I imagine, are really just union suits if the Guy had his boots off. They are not drafted. They have some kind of an arrangement by which they make them think it is an honor to belong to the Red Army. It is composed of men and boys at first that cannot read or write They get, so they told me, the most low and ignorant they have; then they teach them after they get them in. But he is taught along their lines—they don’t want anybody that has his own ideas. So they do away with Illiteracy. The Soviet Literature says they teach them culture. Well, I wouldent go as far as to claim that if | was them. But “‘culture”’ is their main word over there. Everything is supposed to improve their culture. Well, if it is improv- ing their culture, why, culture must have started at a mighty low ebb originally. The Red Army is instructed politically, as they figure, I guess, that in a war, if the worst comes to the worst, why, the Red Army can shoot a few Proletariat truths at the enemy, lay down a barrage of Every- body should divide up equal even if he ain’t got anything. The present standing of the Army is admitted to be 600,000. But there is millions of the workers that are receiving Military training in addition to the army. Course, you take those ignorant old Boys and give them some real training and they are going to be kinder hard to clean. War is a relief to them anyway. THE SATURDAY Now the main question that I know strikes you is, Has Russia changed much and is it better off? Say, that is the one answer you can go and bet on. Russia hasent changed one bit. It’s just Russia as it has been for hundreds of years and will be for the next hundreds of years. A hun dred million people are out in the Country and small Villages, and are living just the same lives they lived under the Czar, and their existence wouldent be changed even if the Prohibition, the Populist, the Farmer- Labor or even the Democrats run Russia It wouldent be nothing but Russia. People don’t change under Governments; the Gov ernments change, but the people remain the same. Look at us! What does it matter who is in any four years? You got to get out and hustle for it or you don't get it, no matter what Government is in. And there is a country with over 90 per cent of their pop- ulation Peasants, and they have to make a living from the soil. They work hard, don’t have much; some years a little more than others; have to pay their taxes or their rent money as in the old days. Now the taxes are just as much as the rent share was in the old days with the landlords. So what difference does it make to them what kind of Government it is? In fact, they claim that they are not as well off now, because in these times they can’t buy the things they want, like they used to be able to do, as they are not to be had. This eighty or ninety million are no more Communists than you are; they don’t know what it’s all about. The country is run by the Communist Party, which has less than 600,000, and they rule this 130,- 000,000. They are allowed to elect men to send to the various councils of the Soviet But get this—you see, the Communist strength is among the Industrial workers in the Cities; but they give him a Representa- tive in the Government for what we will say is one for every 100 voters. But the Farmers or Peasants get only one for every 1000 voters. That's not the exact Repre- sentation, but it is the correct proportion. So where does your equality come in? They do that to sorter help overbalance the great majority of the Peasant vote. Russia under the Czar was very little different from what it is today; for instead of one Czar, why, there is at least a thousand now. Any of the big men in the Party holds practically Czaristic powers. Siberia is still working. It’s just as cold on you to be sent there under the Soviets as it was under the Czar. The only way you can tell a Member of the Party from an ordinary Russian is the Soviet man will be in a car. They are all supposed to only receive $112 a month, which is supposed to be the salary of all Communists that do work for the Government. Well, some of them must be pretty good managers to get along as well as they do on that. There is as much class distinction in Rus- sia today as there is in Charleston, South Carolina. Why, I went to the races there, and the grand stand had all the men of the Party, and over in the center field stood the mob in thesun. Well, there was Bourgeois and Proletariat distinction for you. Here is the queer thing to an outsider: They had the Revolution to run out the rich, and now the only one that can get in there is either some rich man or some of his Representatives that say they want to invest there. They are very strict about who they let in, and yet any rich fellow they would meet at the line and escort them in. You see, it dident take them long to learn that some- body has got to pay the wages or they won't have anything to divide up. 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Mail a card, say e interested Box 1624 | The Saturday Evening Post, 681 @ Independence Square, Phila, Pa THE SATURDAY Propaganda has not cost him a nickel. He kept every nickel in Italy and put every- body to work, and now you go in and see it, and he don’t have to spread any propa- ganda for your sake. He says look at it and see how things are. That’s his advertise- ment. And just think, he is in a poor Coun- try, where they have few natural resources. You turn that Wop loose in Russia for a few years, with all their vast unearthed wealth, and he would really pull a Napoleon | on the World. Now his plan is what the Communists should have done. They have always wanted Communism. Now they have it, and they have it in the finest Country there is; so if they don’t make a go of it, their plan must be wrong, and they will have no- body to blame but themselves. They have certainly had opportunity knocking at their door. What should they care about what Communism is doing in Chicago or London? Fix up Moscow and show the world what can be done under Communism and then | let people come there and see, and they will Radio Products | get all the converts they need and never spend a dime on Propaganda. Instead of hiring a man to spread propaganda, hire him to spread some paint and soap and water around. Turn some of those museums into Bathhouses. Never mind showing us what Ivanof and Serof did. Show us what Annette Kellermann did. Never mind bearing down so much on culture; bear down on Industry. You see, here is what makes it look kinder bad — these fellows took over a Coun- try that was already a going concern; that dident have a cent of debt—that is, they repudiated all Russia’s debts, as they claimed they had nothing to do with the contracting of them. Now the biggest ex- pense of any country is its interest on its national debt. They confiscated everything, paid nobody for anything, have everything that the entire Country possessed. They claimed they dident want any salary for doing it, so that should have eliminated an- other big expense. They were supposed to be working for just the love of saving their | fellow man. Now if you can’t take one that’s handed to you like that, what chance have you got with it when there is nothing more to cop from anyone, and paying interest on a big indebtedness? You see, they confiscated Trains, Factories, Public Buildings and everything. Now those are wearing out and have to be repaired and rebuilt. What are they going to do? Nobody has anything else free for ’em. So, just offhand to an un- | observing bonehead, it don’t look like they | that guy Marx. Why, have manipulated their affairs any too good. These other so-called Capitalistic Na- tions after the war have kept up repairs and debts, and still look better off than Russia. Russia hasent paid it out in big salaries. Nobody has ever received in the way of working wages more than a mere living. But they changed their scheme around a dozen times since they been in, and they are liable to change it a dozen more, because none of them ain’t what you would exactly call a-hitting just right. They have been messing with Russia for nearly nine years. It’s a good thing that the 90,000,000 are not organized or there would be a change there overnight. Communism will never get anywhere till they get that basic idea of Propaganda out of their head and replace it with some work. If they plowed as much as they Prop- agandered they would be richer than the Principality of Monaco. The trouble is they all got their theory’s out of a book instead of any of them ever going to work and prac- ticing them. I read the same books these Birds learned from, and that’s the books of he was like one of these efficiency experts. He could explain to you how you could save a million dollars and he couldent save enough himself to eat on. I read his life history. He never did a tap of work only write Propaganda, according to his own history. He couldent even make his own writings pay, much less his theories. EVENING POST He wrote for the dissatisfied, and the dissat- isfied is the fellow who don’t want to do any manual labor. He always wants to figure out where he and his friends can get some- thing for nothing. They even suggest some- body dividing with them. You could take those 600,000 Communists over in Russia and take 600,000 rich Americans and you could put them all together and make the Americans divide up with them equally, and in six months the 600,000 Communists wouldent have a thing left but some long hair and a scheme to try to get back the half that the Americans was smart enough to take from them. While the Russians would be practicing their book theories, the Americans would be practicing just the ones that they know would work. If you have never been smart enough to make it your- self, you wouldent be smart enough to hang onto it after you got it. I hate to keep dragging Mussolini in this, but it was his being in the Communist Party for all those years that he found out just which ones of their Theories were wrong. Communists have some good ideas, of course; but they got a lot that sound better than they work. So Mussolini has just used the good ones in Italy and thrown out all the others and replaced them with his own. So he really has Communism to thank for his success in learning what not to do. If this Stalin turns out to be a kind of a Mussolini. why, they may pull out; but somebody has got to handle that troop with aknout. They say Russia is supposed, by their law, to be run by everybody. Well, it looks it. You know a Communist’s whole Life work is based on complaint of how every- thing is being done. Well, when they are running everything themselves, why, that takes away their chief industry. They have nobody to blame it on. Evenif he is satisfied with it, why, he is miserable because he has nothing to complain about. Same way with strikes and Revolutions. They would just rather stir up a strike somewhere than eat. So, naturally, in Russia with themselves, they feel rather restrained, for they are totally unable to indulge in their old favor- ite sport of going on strike and jumping up December 4, 1926 on a box and inviting all the boys out with them. You know, that is their whole life, and that is why I don’t believe they will ever be satisfied to run their own country, especially if everything runs smooth. You make one satisfied and he is no longer a Communist. So if they ever get their coun- try running good they will defeat their own cause. Now, mind you, I may be wrong about these people, for you can never tell about a Russian. They all may be just having the best time in the World over there and en- joying it all fine. You know, that is one thing about the Russian he thrives on ad- versity. He is never as happy in his life as when he is miserable. So he may just be setting pretty, for he is certainly miserable It may be just the land for a Comrade to want to hibernate in. Some days in there it would really look to me like they were trying to do something, and were going to get somewhere; and the next day you would see stuff that would make you think, ‘‘ What has all these mil- lions of innocent, peace-loving people done that through no fault of their own they should be thrown into a mess like this, with no immediate prospects of relief?’’ So I am going to be honest with you—I don’t know whether to kiss ’em or kill ’em But now we are going to get down to the real thing as to whether they can really last or not, and that is religion. The Russians, I guess from what little I have read, were about the most whole-hearted religious peo- ple anywhere. They are at heart just big, simple, kind-hearted, God-fearing people. Practically all of them were devout mem- bers of the Russian Orthodox Church. Some of the most wonderful Churches in the World are in Russia. Now here is some- thing that everybody don’t know—that the basic foundation of the Communist Party is to be a nonbeliever—in other words, they are all Atheists. You can’t belong to the Party and belong to any Church, no matter what Church. Ail the Jewish members of the Party have to be nonbelievers. Before you can get into the Party, it takes a couple of years or more, and this Atheist test is the one that is hardest. They try to lead these Russians to believe that ali their troubles all these years have been directly traceable to their religion; that if they throw over their de- vout religion everything will be all right. They point out that the Czar and all those that oppressed them were members of that Church, and that if a God existed, why hadent He done something to help them? Now nobody is making any Alibi for the Czar or any of his old Gang, for from what I could learn in Russia from everybody I talked with, not only the Bolsheviks but others on the other side, who had been in there for years, the Czar was pretty small Potatoes. He wasent intentionally bad, but he was just weak. They all seemed to think the Czarina had quite a bit of backbone, and if he had had her nerve Russia might have had a different story today. Course, you have to admit that fanatical religion driven to a certain point is almost as bad as none at all, but not quite. Now they will tell you that the worship of Leninism is their religion. Lenin preached Revolution, Blood and Murder in everything I ever read of his. Now they may dig ’em up a religion out of that, but it’s too soon after his death really to tell just how great he was. History has to ram- ble along a good many years after a man puts some policies into effect till you can tell just how they turned out. Why, some fellow may come along in Russia at any time with a whole new set of plans that beat Lenin’s all to pieces, and he would be the Big Man. So where would all your Lenin worship be then? You know, there is a lot of big men die, but most of them are not so big that they won’t all be buried. Now Lenin may come through right on through the ages, but at the pres- ent time they are kinder forcing him on the people. The Government has erected more Statues and Busts to Lenine than there is (Continued on Page 230 —_ —e

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But I don’t think anyone that just made a business of proposing them for a steady diet would be the one to pray too and try and live like. We all know a lot of things that would be good for our Country, but we wouldent want to go so far as propose that every- body start shooting each other till we got them. A fellow shouldent have to kill any- | body just to prove they are right. I can’t understand by what reckoning they think everybody connected with run- | ning the Country should be a nonbeliever. Just what quality does that add to Govern- | ment? I don’t care what you believe in, | but you certainly got a right to that belief, and you shouldent have to give it up to take part in the Government of your Native Land. If the Bolsheviks say that religion | was holding the people back from progress, why, let it hold them back. Progress ain’t December 4, 1926 selling that high. If it is, it ain’t worth it Do anything in this world but monkey with somebody else’s religion. What reasoning or conceit makes anyone think theirs is right? These present religions are liab‘e to knock on the door up above and find that there is not a Soul been admitted that ever saw an Automobile or atrain. You may be told: “Oh, no; you so-called educated people thought you knew so much, and lived so much better down there, and tried to make all others believe in yours instead of their own religion. They were the ones that were right. Yet they dident try to impose theirs on you. I amsorry. Good day.” It’s better to let people die ignorant and poor, believing in what they have always believed in, than to die prosperous and smart, half believing in something new and doubtful. There never was a nation founded and maintained without some kind of belief in something. Nobody knows what the out- come in Russia will be or how long this Government will last. But if they do get by for quite a while on everything else, they picked the only one thing I know of to suppress that is absolutely necessary to run a Country on, and that is Religion. Never mind what kind; but it’s got to be some- thing or you will fall at the finish. Editor's Note—This is the tenth of a series of articles by Mr. Rogers. The next will appea early issue in an THE SATURDAY never authorized. (More Than Two Million Six Hundred Thousand Weekly) IS fully protected by copyright and nothing that appears in it may be reprinted, either wholly or in part, without special permission. 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Cinnamon rolls... coffee cakes... raisin breads ... English muffins ... Special breads, rolls, cakes and pastries for every meal For afternoon tea... for bridge . . . luncheons ...and supper parties... or for everyday breakfast, lunch and dinner—now you have dozens of delightful breads, rolls, cakes and pastries to choose from. Correct ones for each occasion. Today your baker makes them all for you. As rich and spicy and as fresh as if they had just come out of your own oven. For he makes them the way you would at home. Of the same fine ingredients. With the same care. You know they are pure and wholesome. Precious new leisure for women What a saving in time and effort! No more standing breathless over a heated oven. No chance of last minute failures. Just a phone call; a short trip round the corner; or delivered at your door. You’re supplied in a minute. Exactly what you want—in whatever amount you desire. loday. ..Your Baker makes them all! . a “vue Sous WEDAL FLOUR Why Not Now? It is this type of baker that has led more than ten million women to change their baking habits almost overnight. They have learned—by trial and comparison—that bakers’ products are as pure and wholesome and satisfying as the best they can make at home. And they are eco- nomical. * * * More than 15,000 bakers in the United States and 10,000 in foreign countries use Gold Medal Flour. Because it “acts” the same perfect way in all their baking. At least 50°% of baking success depends upon the way a flour “acts”’ in the oven. But the average flour may not always act the right way. Although the same chemically, a flour often differs in baking results. The one sure way a miller can tell how his flour will act, is to bake with it him- self first. That is why we bake from samples of each run of Gold Medal Flour at each mill—in one of our Test Bake- shops every hour in the day. In this way each batch proves its uniformity and sta- bility—before it leaves the mill. Bakers who use Gold Medal Flour are sure of serving you the same high quality prod- ucts each day. A special word to bakers If you are not receiving the Gold Medal Bakers’ Service, write for details or ask the Gold Medal man. This is free. Many hundreds of bakers use it regularly. It is worth looking into. No obligation. GOLD MEDAL FLOUR WASHBURN CROSBY CO.: GENERAL OFFICES, MINNEAPOLIS. Oven-tested. Copyr. 1926, Washburn Crosby Co. MILLS AT MINNEAPOLIS, BUFFALO, KANSAS CITY, CHICAGO, LOUISVILLE s3REAT FALLS, KALISPELL