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Published. Weekly The Curtis urs Pubtiabivig Bison ane 80: x George Horace Lorimer EDITOR Thomas B. Costain, A.W. Neal), THE SAT U. + Stout, B.Y. Riddell, wae Merritt . rita) ay Martin, VEN NG ppecsG r Anda SSK. 2 x the Post Office at Philedelphia, Under Aci of Additional Entry et Columbus, O.. - Loula, Mo, 7 mL, iatgne He. Ind. “Founded A’D! 1728 Sy Benj. Franklin pafegcn isabe foot Minn: See Trencers UrehaJecResnville Fle, New owen bee — nd Los Angeles. Cai. Me., a Fred A. Healy, Second Vice-President and Advertising Director Copyright.1930, by The Curtis Publishing Compeny in the United Stetes end Great Britain. Tithe Registered in U.S. Independence Square,Philedelphia Patent Office and in Foreign Countries. Entered as Second-Class Matter at the Post-Office Department, Ottews, Can. Volume 203 5c. THE copy PHILADELPHIA, PA., DECEMBER 6, 1930 $2.00 ®» Subscription (S2 issues) The Secretary to the President I: A MONARCHY the ruler of the By EVERETT SANDERS ~ Say ap ae ee = country is supposed to have every- days I instituted a vigorous inquiry thing at his command. In this re- public he has also. If the President of through the telegraph office and found the United States wants to talk to a Cabinet member, a senator,a congressman, that the failure to deliver the telegram had been due to the neglect and acaptain of industry, a president of a university, he has only to say so. indifference of an agent. The report from the telegraph office assured me that President Coolidge called in from the country the great men of the times’ the agent had been discharged. I am always sorry to learn of anybody's and had the advantage of their counsel. No matter whom he wanted, that losing his position on my account, but a telegram from the President of the person was invited to come, and considered it a command. It was usually a United States to a former President, then the Chief Justice of the Supreme very pleasant command to obey. Almost everyone has a natural pride in being Court of the United States, was a poor subject for indifference. With those who were really en- sent for by the Chief Executive of his titled to see the President, there was Number 23 Me » A The President i country. The conferences with this : daily stream of callers are not matters of record. There is an unwritten rule that those conferring with a President shall not discuss the subject matter of the conversation. But there was brought to him the best thought of America, which helped to furnish the ground- work for many of the important deci- sions he reached. Watching the President's time and keeping his engagements was not a simple matter. For instance,when Chief Justice Taft called on the President, sometimes with an appointment and sometimes without, it was always an event. I never wanted to keep him waiting. He was a rather frequent caller. One day I had to keep the Chief Justice waiting. He came in without an appointment, and I asked him to take a seat and said apologetically: “*Mr.Chief Justice,I am sorry I shall have to keep you waiting a moment; a senator has just gone in to see the President, and I dislike to hurry him out. Yesterday that senator an- nounced that he was a candidate for President of the United States, and he might think we were showing too much preference as between ex-Presidents and prospective Presidents.”’ I then said: ‘I rather think the senator is merely a favorite-son candidate.” Candidate Psychology HE Chief Justice chuckled in his favorite way, and then said: “ Mr. Secretary, this idea of a favorite-son candidate exists only in the minds of the voters of the particular state, and never in the mind of the candidate. If any man has a promise of the sup- port of a single delegate to a national convention for his candidacy for President, he immediately thinks he has a leasehold interest in the White House.” One time Mr. Taft was near the close of his summer vacation in Canada, and President Coolidge sent a tele- gram to him, asking when he would rarely any embarrassment. They were usually the most deferential. The public generally knows that a Presi- dent cannot see all comers. If those desiring to see him were not known te the President or his office, they usually came armed with credentials, appropriate letters of introduction, or with an appointment. If a stranger came without this indicia, he usually was not entitled to see the President. The man who really ought to see the President, but who thought his right would be recognized without proof or who was too modest to get an appro- priate introduction, presented a real case for character study and diplomacy. Sifting the Callers HEN the secretary to the Presi- dent is asked to arrange an audi- ence with the President for someone, there are responsibilities connected with his decision. There are some things that should not even be dis- cussed with the President of the United States. Everyone does not understand that. There are some things that should not be told the President of the United States, even though he merely listens. The silence of a President during a conversation may be misconstrued. Everyone does not understand that. The man who was almost entitled to see the President, but not quite, and yet was insistent upon doing so, gave me trouble. If time permitted we usually resolved the doubt against the President and in favor of the caller. I am afraid this was the wrong principle and merely following the line of least resistance. The President rarely knew who was on the list until he saw the day's schedule. Engagements at the White House as distinguished from the office were directed by the President. Visitors were at the White House practically all the time. If someone had asked for an appointment whom we thought the President and Mrs. Coolidge might desire to have as guests at the White House,the President would beinformed PROTOS. BY HARRIS 4 EWING, WASHINGTON 0. 0. The Secretary

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of their coming. But the invitation to the White House was on their own initiative. That was their home and was not to be confused with the President’s office. When over all other hurdles we still had to con- sider the President's time. The most important thing for the President was to have leisure of mind to solve the many daily problems, and frequently per- sons who were otherwise entitled to a conference were denied it because.of lack of time. The office of the secretary to the President is fre- quently considered important because of the con- stant confidential counsel he can give the President. The real service which he renders to his chief is in understanding the relative importance of the matters that are to be presented to him. The knowledge of most of the service of a secretary is kept from his chief. I mean by that that if even in a slight way he aequaints him with the problems that are kept away from him, that service is of little avail. Anything I could do to save President Coolidge a half hour’s otherwise wasted time during a day was worth more than all the advice and counsel I could offer. If he had the time to consult with the Cabinet members and others who had information about the multitude of things requiring action, the orderly dis- patch of government business could go on. Planning the Lindbergh Ovation N UCH of the President's time was necessarily de- ‘i voted to the incidents of the office, many of them of considerable magnitude. It may not seem so, but it is really important that a President have Cab- inet dinners, diplomatic dinners, judicial dinners and congressional dinners. It is necessary that he receive newly appointed foreign diplomats and make an appropriate formal speech on such occasions and perform the part required of him in similar instances. One incident almost swallowed up all official duties for a day or two, and that was the return of Colonel Lindbergh after his dramatic flight to France. Noth- ing before or since that flight has so captivated the imagination of the American people or created so much excitement in Washington. At first it was pro- posed that he be brought back from France on a destroyer. As the importance of the event grew on us, @ newspaperman who was very friendly to the President came to me and said it was a great mistake to bring the hero home on a destroyer. He pointed out that it was a most uncomfortable voyage to be tossed about on this light craft for several days, and it was small and unimposing and was not in keeping with the importance of the flight. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST I discussed it with the President, and Colonel Lindbergh was brought home on a battle cruiser. As the Memphis steamed up the Potomac on its arrival, greeted and escorted by his comrades of the air, we all realized what a great mistake it would have been for Colonel Lindbergh to have been brought back on a destroyer. Everyone knows of this great national ovation. There was nothing like it before or since. The Pres- ident and Mrs. Coolidge had invited the colonel’s mother to bea White House guest and had sent the military aide to Baltimore for her the afternoon before. She had stopped there to escape publicity. The President had a beautiful, brand-new tour- ing car. When wearranged for meeting Lindbergh and bringing him to the Washington Monument grounds and thence to the White House, the President of the United States gave up his new ear and rode in an old one that had been turned in. It was Lindbergh's day. President Coolidge’s speech that day was one of the finest he ever delivered. He never tried to be eloquent, but that brief speech was eloquent in composition and in delivery. One close to the White House never thinks of an occasion like that without thinking also of the mechanics of the arrangements. The Presi- dent had prepared the speech, as he frequently did, but had intrusted the biographical data to someone in the office. His printed copy of the speech was laid on my desk on the afternoon of the day before it was to be delivered. Printed press copies had gone to the correspondents. The representative of one of the press associa- tions came into my office and said there was a dispute about the statement in the copy of the speech that Colonel Lindbergh was a native of Minnesota. He said Detroit, Michigan, claimed the honor of being his birthplace. I was non- plused for a moment, although I personally had not bad the responsibility of getting the biograph- ical data. It then occurred to me that Mrs. Lindbergh was a guest of President and Mrs. Coolidge at the Du Pont Circle home temporarily used while the White House was under repair. I called Ike Hoover, head usher, by telephone, and told him to ask Mrs. Lind- bergh where her son, Charles, was born, and the answer came back: “‘ Detroit.”’ I then asked Ike to put the President on the wire, and told him of the error, and he said: *‘Are you sure you are right?” “T have it on the highest authority—from Mrs. Lindbergh.”” The correction was promptly made. PHOTO, COPYRIGHT BY GCHUTZ, WASHINGTON, D.C. President Coolidge With the White House Correspondents After the Last Conference, February 26th, 1929 December 6, 1930 Chief Executive and Mrs. Coolidge Arriving in the The Group Includes Secretary of Commerce Hoover, to the President, Mrs. Coolidge, Senator Butler, That night the President gave a dinner, which all his Cabinet and Mrs. Sanders and I attended. Colonel Lindbergh was the honor guest, sitting on the right of Mrs. Coolidge, and his mother was the only other guest. A multitude of people gathered in Du Pont Circle before the temporary White House and cheered and cheered until the President and the colonel stepped out so they might get a glimpse of their new hero. Another incident of presidential officeholding is to make journeys to various parts of the country. When the President traveled, the atmosphere of the White House moved with him. On a week-end trip in May, 1926, we were on the President’s yacht down the Potomac River. But the Mayflower had a wireless and from the White Hous: through the Navy wire less a message came that Commander, now Admiral, Byrd had flown over the North Pole. The message was handed to me as we all sat in the dining salon around the table. I glanced at the message, showed it to the President and asked permission to read it aloud. The guests around the table were all delighted. When Great Deeds are Done HE President penciled a message of congratula- tions, handed it to me and I sent for the wireless operator. Within fifteen minutes from the time this important message came from Byrd, congratulations were being broadcast to the intrepid commander. Another time the President had journeyed to Wik liam and Mary College at Williamsburg, Virginia, and after his speech, was seated at a banquet table with three hundred guests. A Secret Service man handd me a telegram stating that Amundsen and Ellswort had crossed the North Pole in the Norge. I walked around to his seat, showed him tk message, and he said: “Send my congratulations,” and in a few me ments a message of felicitations went over the wire ® these conquerors of the air. Sometimes additional difficulties were encoun tered. For instance, when Byrd and his comrades were reported as hovering over Paris, the President was at the Summer White House in the Black Hills. 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White May, n the reless wire- miral, assage salon owed ead it zhted. atula- ireless 1e this ations der. o Wik a,and le with iandel sworth m tk w me wire 6 neoun mrades esident k Hills. ith him COPYRIGHT BY HENRY MILLER, WASHINGTON, 0. C National Capital After a Vacation in New Engiand. President Coolidge, Mrs. Sanders, Wife of the Secretary Secretary of State Kellogg and Secretary Sanders over the telephone. The message as worded empha- sized the safe landing of the plane. It was turned over to the newspapermen for release when Byrd landed. The first supposedly authentic reports said he had landed. Subsequently more accurate reports said he had alighted in the water and the crew swam ashore. It was a commendable feat, but, neverthe- less, the message was all wrong, and I stayed up till two or three o’clock in the morning making sure that the press associations got a corrected message which did not lay so much stress on the landing. It is a cumbersome performance for the President and his entourage to move about. On short trips both the President’s military and naval aides at- tended him. On long trips or summer vacations there was usually but one aide. Frequently his personal stenographer was included. In addition he was ac- companied by a number of newspaper correspondents and cameramen. Though they paid their own way, the White House made the arrangements for them. I usually went with President Coolidge. My office made the train arrangements. The President on Vacation WAS not a very paying railroad haul to move the presidential party, yet there was great rivalry on the part of the roads to get the business. Everybody likes to serve the President. Besides, the incidental publicity which came to the road by reason of the President’s trip, I suppose, made it worth while. Crowds, sometimes very large, came to every sta- tion where the train made the short stops. It was the occasion for many extra precautions. The switches were spiked to prevent accident. Extra engines were stationed along the route all ready for use if the engine played out. A pilot engine ran a short distance ahead, on the lookout for trouble. It Was important to run just on schedule, neither be- hind nor ahead. Only one time do I remember our being delayed. A freight car had got off the track and We were held up an hour and a half. The next day the sident received an apologetic letter of explanation from the president of the road. Other detailed arrangements for the trips were frequently made by the Secret Service, and if not THE SATURDAY EVENING POST made by it, the plans had its approval. The Secret Service is not directly under the secretary to the President. This service, under a law passed a century ago, was organized by the Treasury Department to prevent and detect counterfeit- ing. Following the assassination of President McKinley, an amendment was passed making it the duty of the Secret Service to guard the Presi- dent and his family. It still continues under the Treasury Department. In addition to looking after the President's safety, it also does a great deal to keep him from inconvenience and annoyance. Generally speak- ing, people do not want either to inconvenience or annoy a President. Yet not infrequently some- one would try to hold up a whole line in a noon- day reception to get the President to write his name in an autograph book or to autograph a picture. Sometimes the amateur or even the professional photographer was too persistent in getting a photograph at close range. The ever- present Secret Service men handled the situation diplomatically, and usually without offense to the person interfering. In many other ways they smoothed the path. They are in plain clothes and a stranger does not know they are members of the Secret Service guarding the President. Without publicity they go on their way per- forming their responsible duty. Neither the pub- lic nor any President will ever know of the great service they render. To write in detail of their work might hamper them in its performance. President Coolidge adopted the plan of not using a special train or a special car. Many jokes were made about the danger of falling out of the upper berth when this innovation came. In reality the plan he substituted was quite dignified as well as quite comfortable. This was to have the rail- road run a separate section of some regular train. With the President’s retinue and others, there was always a fair trainload. It was, in effect, a special, but cost the Government much less. Of course, a special car with chef, and meals served in the President’s car, would have saved the Presi- dent’s family from eating in the dining car. But he did not mind this, and he had ample accommoda- tions for himself and members of his family in the last car, which was usually a combination compart- ment and observation car. No one except his family, his physician, aides and guests was in there. When the President was on his vacation—a boat trip or otherwise—he was never allowed to forget that he was President of the United States. In 1925 we went on the Mayflower from Swampscott to the Charlestown Navy Yard to visit Old Ironsides. We drew alongside. The President started to leave the Mayflower and cross on a gangplank. We came to attention. As President of the United States and Commander in Chief of the Navy, when he started to disembark everyone came to attention and the Mayflower band played The Star-Spangled Banner. He then walked twenty feet across the plank and started to board Old Ironsides. Because of naval regulations every- one came to attention and the navy-yard band on the historic ship played the same strains. We spent twenty minutes on an inspection tour, and as we started to leave we came to attention and the navy-yard band again played the patriotic an- them. Ten seconds later we had crossed the plank and were boarding the Mayflower, where we stood at attention and heard the same anthem played for the fourth time—this time by the Mayflower band. Calvin Coolidge was merely sight-seeing as any other citizen might be, but he happened to be the President of the United States and, therefore, for official purposes he was inspecting a naval vessel. The Burden of Speech Making —— one of those who stood at attention it was very good training. He was the Secretary of Com- merce. Later he was destined to stand at attention when The Star-Spangled Banner would be played for Herbert Hoover, President of the United States. President Coolidge made about twenty set speeches each year of the four I was with him, and he declined a thousand other invitations. The preparation and delivery of public speeches easily consumed one- quarter of his time and energies. Though this may not at all times have been performing a strictly official duty, it was most useful. I thought the number should have been considerably reduced, but making speeches in different parts of the country was help- ful. It kept the President more closely in touch with the people. By formulating and expressing his puoli- cies in this way his own vision became clearer. The newspaper comment upon what he said gave him the benefit of criticism and commendation. When President and Mrs. Coolidge went to Cuba they traveled by train to Key West, there boarded a battle cruiser, and soon were transferred to the battleship Texas, which landed them in Havana Harbor. This marked the only occasion of his leaving the country while he was President. The occasior was the Pan-American Conference, which the Presi- dent was to open. 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6 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Al Perfectly Beautiful Time By LUCIAN CARY ILLUSTRATED BY MAY WILSON PRESTON ENRY C. CODRINGTON, JR., was in the mood when the possession of one of the half dozen great fortunes in the world seemed no burden at all, but only a privilege and a power. Herose from December 6, 1930 foreign newspapers, two American newspapers, and the digests her father’s secretaries prepared of the news in the leading papers of Italy, Czecho- Slovakia, Russia, India, China and Japan, in favor of trivial jour- behind the great wal- nit table which had once belonged te the Medicis and smiled at the three secretaries -who had been helping him to run through sheaves of newspaper clippings. “Tt has gone over,” he said. The three secretaries agreed in chorus that it had. Mr. Codrington went to find Mrs. Cod- rington, and to urge Jane to drive in to New York with them to the luncheon of the board. He feit that somehow or other he had lost touch with Jane in the years since she had be- come much too grown up to sit’on bis knee and give artless an- swers to his questions. He no longer knew all that was going on in Jane’s mind. But he smiled at the thought of Jane. Why worry about a daughter who was so handsome and so well brought up? Mr. Codrington had announced, earlier in the week, his gift of twenty-five million dollars to create the Codrington Founda- tion for the Study of Family Life, and he was gratified and pleased by the news- paper reaction. He was not one of those men who expect excessive nals. Mr. Codrington had known his daugh- ter to laugh aloud over an audacity in the New Yorker that pained him. *‘Jane,”’ he said, “would you like to go to the luncheon of the board with your mother and me?”’ Jane lifted long lashes and smiled at him. He was struck, as he had been so often of late, by the reflec- tion that she was no longer a child. Her skin still had the mar- velous clearness and freshness of. youth. But she wasn’t a little girl. She was twenty- three years old, and handsome. Mr. Cod- rington was suddenly self-conscious. He was suddenly aware that he was middle-aged— a short, tubby man who was probably, from the point of view of the very young, rather solemn, even stuffy. He was asking this young, lovely and eager creature to go with him to a meeting of other middle-aged and rather solemn and even stuffy people to discuss what college president was best fitted to take charge of the Foundation for the Study of Family Life. The fact that she was his daughter did not help him to feel recognition for their philanthropies. But he had an intense dis- taste for appearing a fool. The foundation was a project of his own, and not something to which his advisers had sold him. He had hesitated about carry- ing out his plan only because he was afraid the great American public would not understand or appreciate the importance of studying family life, and discover- ing, if possible, what might be done to restore it in a day when so many millions of young people lived in two rooms and a bath and had no place to put so much as one baby. Mr. Codrington had labored for weeks with his public-relations counsel, and dozens of assistant public-relations counsels, and one old and cynical newspaperman, to present the foundation in such a way that people would take it seriously. They had written and rewritten the statement for the press. They had expanded it to a volume and cut it toa sin- gle page and reéxpanded it to fill three columns in the New York Times. There was no longer any doubt that they had done a good job. The newspapers had ap- preciated the fact that the family is an economic prob- lem, a moral problem and a psychological problem. They agreed that the foundation was worth while. Mr. Codrington found his wife in a sunny, glassed-in veranda, tending a window box full of geraniums.. It ‘*Yes,’’ Eddie Talbot Said, ‘I Can. And I Like Your Eyes, if That’s What You Want to Know"’ was a fine, bright, October noontime, warm as mid- summer, but the first killing frosts were due. Mrs. Codrington was preparing for them, as scores of gardeners throughout the length and breadth of Sherwood Forest were preparing for them— bringing tender plants into hothouses, bringing hardier plants into cold houses, and mulching still hardier plants in the beds and borders. ““Where is Jane?” he asked. Mrs. Codrington nodded toward the gardens. “Out there,” she said. Jane was sitting on a bench at the far end of a wide green panel of lawn and reading a newspaper. Mr. Codrington walked down the lawn. Jane was so absorbed in the newspaper that she did not note his approach. Her father was pleased to observe that the newspaper was the Paris Temps and that beside her on. the bench were copies of the London Times, the Manchester Guardian, and the Berlin Tageblatt. He had given Jane the education of an international banker. She had learned to read between the lines of the world’s newspapers. But there were times when she did not seem to be as much.interested in inter- national politics as she was this morning; there were times when she neglected the task of reading four that he could make the afternoon interesting to her. “T’ll go if you like, father,” she said. “But I thought I would run through the papers—I’m a little behind with them—and then take a walk through the forest. It’s such a glorious day.” “To besure,” Mr. Codrington said hastily. “‘ You're quite right. I wish I were going with you.” He said he wished he were going with her. But he did not really wish he were going with her. 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Mrs. Codrington refrained from saying that they were a little too well selected. “Jane doesn’t find them interesting,”’ she said. She added, with mani- fest irrelevance: “‘I shall feel much safer about her when she’s married.” “Safer!’’ Mr. Codrington ejaculated. “Yes,”’ his wife said. ‘“‘As long as Jane isn’t married to the right man there is always a danger that she'll fall in love with the wrong man.” “But Jane wouldn’t. In the first place, she has no chance to meet the wrong sort of young man. And in the second place, she wouldn't fall in love with him if she did. She’s too well brought up and too well educated. The ordinary sort of young man would bore her. He wouldn’t have the intellectual back- ground.” “No,” Mrs. Codrington said, “‘he wouldn’t have the intellectual background. But suppose she did fall in love with some very ordinary young man.” “Some man she couldn’t possibly be happy with?”’ Mr. Codrington asked. ‘I'd stop it. If I eouldn’t scare the man off, I'd have him given a chance of a lifetime in Kamchatka.”’ a ANE CODRINGTON laid down the Temps and walked idly down a garden path, pausing now and again to look at this and that. After a hundred yards she saw that she was out of sight of the THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “Hello, Mary,” he said. Jane Codrington did an odd thing. On the only other occasion when she had met the young man she had guessed that if he knew she was Jane Codrington she would not see him again. People were, she had observed, appalled by the immensity of the Codring- ton fortune. She had told Eddie Talbot that her name was Mary Farnham and that she was Mrs. Codrington’s secretary. He had called her Miss Farnham that other time. Now he called her Mary. Jane thought that meant he liked her, and she wanted him to like her. “Hello, Eddie,”’ she said. Eddie handed her into the roadster and sat down beside her. “T was afraid you didn't mean it,’’ he said. “‘ But you did.” He pressed the starter. ‘How long can you stay?” “An hour,” Jane said. “An hour!” Eddie said. “‘An hour! I thought you said the boss was going to New York today.” “She did,”” Jane said. ‘‘But I’ve got work to do just the same.” “You don’t really mean an hour,” Eddie said. ‘Because I’ve found quite a decent place ten miles down the road where we can have lunch. But you can’t eat lunch in an hour.” “T can,”’ Jane said.

“You know what I mean,”’ Eddie said. ‘Couldn't you take two hours?”’ Jane calculated rapidly. It was about half-past twelve. O’Brien and Burke wouldn't know she had escaped until after lunch, and at first they would be sure she was somewhere about the place. By the time they began to worry it would be half-past two, perhaps later. “All right,”’ Jane said, “‘let’s go.”’ “That's the girl,’ Eddie Talbot said. “Only,” Jane said as the little old roadster gath- ered speed, “‘isn’t there some back way to get there— I mean, why go down the Post Road?" ‘“*T guess there’s a back road,”’ he said, and turned the next corner. “‘We’ll see. But I think it’s a bit snooty of you to avoid being seen with me. I’m per- fectly respectable.”’ “It isn’t that,” Jane said. “It’s—well, you don’t know the Codrington family.” “No,” Eddie said, ‘fortunately for me I don’t. But they have their human side, haven't they? They know that girls have dates to go to lunch, don’t they?” ““Sometimes I wonder if they do.”’ Eddie smiled. ‘“‘Then let’s educate them; teach them what life is like.” Jane smiled back at him. The thought had its alluring side. ‘The trouble is,’’ she said, “that I'd have to tell Mrs. Cod- let’s

house. She ceased to idle. She struck into the woods at a great pace. After a quarter of a mile she came to the high stone wall that extends for miles and miles, completely inclosing the Cod- rington estate. A beech tree stood close beside the wall. Jane shinned up the beech tree and, being careful to avoid touching the top of the wall, which was ingeniously electri- fed so that a slight pressure on it rang alarms where alarms would be heeded, dimbed out ona limb that overhung the wall. She stood on the limb and looked upand down thelane. She could just see the chimney of one of the gate lodges. There was no one in sight. Jane walked out on the limb as far as she dared. It was not easy to get down on her hands and knees and swing herself un- der the limb so that she hung by her hands, but she did it. She hung until the limb ceased to sway, and dropped the four or five feet to the ground. She ran “cross the lane and into the woodland opposite Sherwood Forest. After ten minutes she emerged 2 a quiet suburban street. A somewhat battered roadster stood beside the curb. A young man in the Toadster saw Jane AC ;?

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rington who you were and where you came from and what you did.”’ “Why not tell her? Tell her that I was born of respectable parents in Council Bluffs, and that I went to lowa State for four years, and that so far I've never been in jail and that I've got a perfectly good job with the Morehouse people in New York, and that you're sure I’m the kind of young man your mether wouldn't object to.” “But they'd want to know more than that; they really would.” “*For instance? “Where I met you. I can’t tell Mrs. Cod- rington that you picked me up in a drug store. She wouldn’t understand it very well. And Mr. Codrington wouldn't understand it at all.”’ “They ought to know that such things happen.” **T don’t believe they do know it,” Jane said. Eddie drew up in front of a road house. Jane had never been in a road house be- fore. She was in- tensely curious about it, and secretly disap- pointed to discover that it was not con- spicuously different from restaurants she had been in, except that the dining rcom was practically empty. When the head ”

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8 corner and gone off with their order, Eddie smiled across at her. Jane thought he had the nicest smile she had ever seen. ‘“* As a matter of fact,” he said, “‘it’s the first time I ever did pick up a girl and wasn’t sorry three min- utes after. What happens is that you see an awfully pretty girl and something tells you she wouldn’t be offended if you spoke to her, and then you discover she can't speak English—you know what I mean— there’s nothing to talk to her about, you have noth- ing in common, and you don’t know how to get rid of her without being rude. It’s disillusioning. It’s so disillusioning that I got cured of trying it a long time ago. That is, I was cured of it until I saw you.” “Did I do something that made you think I wouldn't be offended if you spoke to me?”’ Jane asked. “No,” Eddie said. “I caught your eye once, and vou looked right through me and I knew “But you don’t understand,” Jane said. “‘ He has to make a report every morning of who goes in and who goes out.” ““How many gatekeepers are there?’’ ““Six—six gates, six gate lodges and six gate- keepers.”’ “‘And there isn’t one of the six who'd forget to make a report?” “Even if I did persuade one of the gatekeepers to let me out and in again without putting it on his re- port, I’d find it pretty hard to get into the house without being caught by one of the night watchmen. The family goes to bed at ten o’clock every night, and after that there’s no going and coming without attracting attention.” Jane saw she had given Eddie pause. He was still a little incredulous, but he saw there were difficulties. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6, 1930 the perfectly awful kind that her father approves of — you know, the terribly earnest kind who never did or said or thought anything they oughtn’t to in their lives—not human. She’s never had the fun of going away from home to school. She’s always had tutors.” ‘**And do two detectives follow her wherever she goes?”’ “Of course.” Eddie shook his head. “I’ve always thought it would be grand to be rich—to have so much money you couldn’t possibly spend it. But I see that I didn’t know what it was like. I wouldn’t live that way for all-the money in the world. It must be ter- ribly destructive. I don’t see how people who have to guard themselves so carefully can be human.” ‘“Well, the Codringtons are human,” Jane said hotly. “‘ They’re just as human as you are.” They argued that furi- ously all the way back to it wasn’t any use. But when I saw you go over to that case of books in the drug store, I thought I could lock over the books too. And standing beside you, I had to do something about it. I thought: ‘If this girl were homely or ten years older than I am, I could say something about a book and she would probably reply, and in any case, she wouldn't be frightened or any- thing.’ And thenI tooka long breath and spoke.”’ “But,” Jane said, ‘I did do something.” Eddie Talbot shook his head. “‘If you did, I don’t know what it was.” “T walked over and looked ‘at the books, in the first place, just so you could speak to me, if you wanted to.” ““Gee,”’ Eddie said, “it's good of you to tell me that.’’ His look was openly admiring. ‘ Lis- ten,’’ he continued, ‘would you go toa party in Westport with me Saturday night?” “Oh,” Jane said,‘ I’m afraid I couldn't.” “Tt would all be per- fectly regular,”’ Eddie said. ‘‘ The Winklers live there—Bill and Emily Winkler—and I know them well enough to ask them to ask you over for a week-end. You'd like them and they’d like L ty Ossining. Jane directed him to the lane which the friendly beech tree overhung. Eddie grinned at her, “You aren’t mad, are you?” ‘“‘Of course I am,” Jane said. ‘‘ You're the only*man I ever knew that Leould get'mad at— I mean, without detest- ing him.” “* Listen,” Eddie said; “‘why not take a chanee on Saturday night? The worst that can happen is that you’ll lose your job. And if you do you can count on me.” Jane looked at him. She liked him. She liked him a lot. “It’s awfully tempt- ing,”’ she said. “*‘ Because I’m really crazy to go.” ‘*At-a-girl,’’ Eddie Talbot said. ‘‘I’ll be right here in this road at any time.you say.” “T couldn’t possibly make it before ten o’clock,”’ Jane said. “All right,’’ Eddie said; ‘I'll be here at ten o'clock.” “But I may not be able to make it.” ‘Yes,’ Eddie said, “‘yvou will. I can see you will.” Jane looked at him. She raised her long lashes and slowly looked Eddie in the eye, as she had looked her father im the eye earlier in the you. I'll have Emily Winkler write you. I don’t see any reason why you couldn’t tell Mrs. Codrington all about it.” “I’m afraid I couldn't possibly,”’ Jane said. ‘‘She doesn’t expect me to be away week-ends.”’ ““Good Lord!” Eddie said. “‘ What kind of people are the Codringtons? Don’t they know you have to have a life of your own? Don’t they know you can’t work for them twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week?” “Yes, of course they know that. But I’m not sup- posed to take a whole week-end off.”’ * All right,”” Eddie said. ‘I'll call for you Saturday night and we'll go to the party and I'll drive you back after the dance.” ** At four o’clock in the morning? The Codringtons would be horrified.” “Do they need to know how late you're out?” “Yes,” Jane said; ‘I couldn’t get in unless a gate- keeper was notified in advance.” “Notify one.” ‘**Look here,” he said. *‘ Haven’t the Codringtons any children?”’ “They have a son, Henry C. Codrington, 3d. He’s very much married and settled down.” ‘“*Butdidn’t he teach his parents anything before he settled down; wasn’t he ever out after ten o’clock?*’ Jane shook her head. ‘‘I doubt it,”’ she said. “‘ But if he was, he was followed by two detectives every- where he went.” Eddie shook his head. “I thought they had a daughter too.” “They have—Jane Codrington.” “How old is she?” “About my age,” Jane said. ** And she hasn’t taught them anything?” “TI don’t believe she has,”’ Jane said. ‘*‘She must lead a terrible life.” “Yes,” Jane said, “‘I think she does. I mean, she never has any fun: She never meets.any men, except Jane Shinned Up the Beech Tree, Being Careful to Avoid Touching the Top of the Wall, Which Was Ingeniously Electrified So That a Slight Pressure on it Rang Alarms Where Alarms Would be Heeded day. **Oh,”’ she said, “you ean?” ““Yes,”’ Eddie Talbot said, “I can. And I like your eyes, if that’s what you want to know.” “*Aren’t Westport parties awfully rowdy?” ‘‘N-o-0-0,”" Eddie said. ‘ They’re mostly informal, but I wouldn’t say they were rowdy.” “That’s too bad,”’ Jane said. “‘I had heard they were. And I’ve never been to a rowdy party.” “Well,” Eddie said, “if this Halloween party I'm taking you to doesn’t amuse you, we'll go hunting for one that does. There are always several parties going of a Saturday night in Westport.” ““What’ll I wear?”’ “Wear what you've got on. Don’t wear an eve ning dress if we’re going places.”’ : All right,” Jane said. She waved her hand. “Se you Saturday night.” ‘ Jane watched him drive off. She had made a par ticularly interesting discovery. When she raised her (Continued on Page 134)

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i0 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST HORSE PLAY ALEXANDER Borte EvuRopeAN REPRESENTATIVE FOR THE EARTHWORM TRACTOR HOTEL JEAN-DE-LA-FONTAINE, CuHATEAU-THIERRY, AISNE, FRANCE, Saturday, July 28, 1928. Mr. Grusert HENDERSON, SALES MANAGER, EARTHWORM TRACTOR COMPANY, Eartaworm Ciry, ILLINoIs. EAR HENDERSON: The last few days have D been very busy. We arrived in this magnifi- cent wheat-growing region last Wednesday, and at once started making inquiries to find out what would be the most promising place to put on a har- vesting demonstration. Gadget, of course, did most of the talking and inquiring, while I tagged along, congratulating myself on having a wife who is such a fine Fronch scholar. The first information we received was rather dis- eouraging. Although this region produces large crops of wheat—as all members of the A. E. F. who were here in 1918 will remember—most of the farms are small and the fields are so cut up that they are not very well adapted to large-scale harvesting methods such as we use on the vast plains of Kansas and Nebraska. I began to fear that I had made a mistake in coming to this part of France. But as long as I was here with a perfectly good Earthworm tractor and a full-sized Earthworm combined harvester, I decided to keep going and do the best I could. We continued our investigations, and finally learned that about ten kilometers from here there is an old castle known as the Chateau de Mocquethon, which has very extensive grounds, including some of the largest wheat fields of the region. We decided this place might offer possibilities. On Thursday we drove out in the little French touring car which we have rented, and called on the proprietor. He turned out to be a large blond gentleman by the name of Monsieur Georges Cru. We found out later that he is a well-known magnate in the French moving-picture business. He didn’t know any English, so Gadget talked to him in French. He told her that he had a hundred hectares—about two hundred and fifty acres—of wheat, all in one field, which he wished to start har- vesting next week. He was much interested in our account of the Earthworm tractor, and of the Earth- worm combined harvester, and said he would be de- lighted to have us demonstrate it on his farm. He said he would be inclined to buy our harvester if it worked as well as we said it did, and he promised he would invite a number of the more prominent land- owners of the neighborhood to be present, so that they also could see the machine in action. He then gave us some rather interesting news. “This will be in the nature of a competitive demon- stration,” he said. “How so?” asked Gadget. “Several weeks ago I was approached by a man who wished to sell me a combined harvester which is made by a French concern down at Lyons. This man is bringing his machine up here to give an exhibition of harvesting next Monday.” TELUS TRATE DO These Horses Started Up. The Panic Spread. And Before December 6, 1930 By William Hazlett Upson a8 Yr YY @ a7 5 ARG “You surprise me,”’ said Gadget. “I didn’t sup- pose that combined harvesters were made anywhere on earth but in America. But maybe this is not a complete harvester. Are you sure it isn’t just a binder?’”’ “No,” said Monsieur Cru. ‘‘ The man says it cuts and threshes the grain. just as you tell me your ma- chine does. This French harvester is an entirely new product. -But it is made by an old agricultural- implement concern, so it ought to be all right.” “Well,” said Gadget, ‘‘it will have to be very good indeed if it is going to compete with the wonderful Earthworm combine.” ““You seem to be very confident,’”’ said Monsieur Cru. ‘“We are,” said Gadget. “If it is agreeable to you we will bring our machine here tomorrow and get it set up and adjusted. Then on Monday we will start harvesting in the same field as the French machine, and we will let you be the judge as to which is the better apparatus.” Monsieur Cru said that this plan would be entirely satisfactory to him, so we took our departure. On Friday we went to the freight ware- house and got out the harvester and the Animals Were Galloping Madly Across the Field, tractor. I drove them out to the Chateau de Moequethon while Gadget followed along in the little car. We spent the afternoon greasing and ad- justing the tractor and the harvester, and returned here for the night. This morning—Saturday—we drove out again to give the machinery a last inspection and make sure everything was all right. When we got to the chateau we were much interested to find that the great French harvester had arrived. Gadget and I at once ral over to see it. We found a rather attractive boy about seventeen years old working on it, and we introduced ourselves and said we would like to look it over. The boy told us that his name was André, that he was a sort of assistant mechanic, and that he would be delighted to show us anything he could about the machinery. We thanked him, and he then very kindly explained everything to us. seldom have Gadget and I seen a more pathetic pieet of machinery. 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1p 10t ta uts na- ew ral- rful eur you ot it tart neh \dge ould 00k the Before » Field, au de in the nd ad- turned rain to ke sure hateau French 1ce ral ve boy and we to look André, nd that 1e CO and he s. Lic piec® 1d so ef sillusio® him, but the truth is that this French harvester seems to be about as far advanced as the Earthworm har- yesters of the year 1897. It is designed to be pulled by horses. The threshing-machine part is geared up to one of the rear wheels so that all the power has to come from the motion of the machine as it is dragged across the field. André admits that this makes it very hard to pull. He says they have to use at least thirty horses, and they move very slowly. I doubt if they have enough power to thresh the grain even half as fast as we do with our special motor to run our threshing machinery and our powerful tractor to do the hauling. As we were finishing our inspection of this quaint piece of machinery we saw approaching a little shrimp of a man whose appearance was most un- prepossessing. His complexion looked slightly bilious, he had little weasel eyes, and the whole expression of his face seemed to denote craft and insidious cunning. Little André introduced him to us as Monsieur Jean Jacques Leboutellier, the sales representative in charge of the French harvester machine. As soon as Monsieur Leboutellier learned who we were he became very insulting, accused us of spying upon his machine with the purpose of stealing trade secrets, and ordered us to move away at once. Gadget po- litely told him that he need have no fears, as we could obviously learn nothing of any value from such a poorly made piece of junk. This only served to make him madder than ever, so we smiled pleasantly and walked back to our own machine. As we left we could hear him delivering an unmerciful bawling-out to poor little André for permitting us to look over the harvester. On the way back to Chateau-Thierry later in the afternoon, Gadget and I both commented on the the Unfortunate Drivers Knew What Was Going On, the Dragging the Great Harvester After Them fact that in every country we have visited— America, Italy, Russia, Germany and France—most of the people are attractive, decent and reasonable, but that mixed in with these good people there exist in every one of these countries a few individuals of the Leboutellier type. Tomorrow—Sunday—we are going to devote to rest and relaxation. And on Monday we expect to have the great pleasure of making a complete mon- key out of Monsieur Jean Jacques Leboutellier. Yours, as ever, ALEXANDER Botts. H6OTeEt JEAN-DE-LA-FONTAINE CHATEAU-THIERRY, AISNE, FRANCE, Monday Evening, July 30, 1928. Mr. Gitpert HENDERSON, Earraworm Tractor Company, Eartawors City, Iurrnors. AR HENDERSON : Our demonstration today was most interesting. It was to some extent a competition between good machinery as represented f by the Earthworm tractor and harvester, and poor machinery as represented by the idiotic French con- traption which I described in Saturday's report. It was also something of a combination rodeo, Wild West show and Ben Hur chariot race. But the out- standing feature of the whole affair was the highly dramatic conflict between glorious and resplendent virtue as represented by Gadget and me, and foul and slimy vice as represented by the sinister Mon- sieur Jean Jacques Leboutellier. I will give you all the details of this exciting day in order that you may shudder, as I shuddered, at the villainous machinations perpetrated by the forces of darkness, and then thrill, as I thrilled, at the triumph of honor and decency. Gadget and I had an early breakfast and arrived at the Chateau de Mocquethon about seven o'clock. Fifteen minutes later we were out at the field ready to start. About this time the proprietor, Monsieur Cru, appeared and asked us to wait until Monsieur Leboutellier was ready. Monsieur Cru said he wished us to start at the same time, so that he could more easily compare our work. He further explained that the various prominent farmers and other guests he had invited for the occasion would not arrive before half-past eight or nine, and he would prefer to delay the start of the demonstration until they were pres- ent. Gadget said that this plan would suit us per- fectly; so we left our tractor and harvester standing at the edge of the field and strolled back to the barns to see what was detaining the French harvester man. It was most fortunate that we did this, instead of remaining out in the field, because when we reached the barns we were treated to as interesting and amusing an animal show as anything I have ever paid good money to see in a circus. And this show was absolutely free. Monsieur Leboutellier had gathered together— partly from Monsieur Cru’s farm and partly from other farms in the neighborhood—no less than thirty horses, which he was attempting to hitch on to the front of his huge and clumsy harvester. When I say there were thirty horses, that is exactly what I mean. Gadget and I counted them. They were all splendid, buxom creatures of the Percheron type—large and heavily built, but extremely lively and full of spirit. To control this mass of horseflesh there were, in addition to Monsieur Leboutellier and young André, fifteen drivers—making seventeen men in all. But seventeen were not enough. The basic trouble seemed to be that all the horses were individualists. They had been accustomed to working, in the time-honored French fashion, on one-horse plows and one-horse carts. Most of them, of course, had had some experience working in pairs, and it is even remotely possible that a few may have been hitched up in a three or even four horse team. But any such vast assemblage of draft horses as this was entirely outside their experience. They didn’t THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 11 like it, and they made no attempt to conceal their feelings. The first part of the hitching up, however, was not so bad. Under Monsieur Leboutellier’s direction one pair was hooked to the tongue of the harvester, with another pair beside them. This made four wheel horses, standing side by side. It was evidently Mon- sieur Leboutellier’s plan to have seven ranks of four horses each, with two in the front as leaders. The second group of four horses was harder to get lined up than the first four, and the third and fourth groups brought constantly increasing difficulties. Monsieur Leboutellier apparently knew nothing of the continuous trace system as used in the artillery for hitching horses in tandem formation. He had worked out, in his ignorance and stupidity, a compli- cated arrangement of chains, two-horse eveners, and whiffletrees, which added considerably to his trou- bles. The horses kept backing over these eveners and whiffletrees, and getting their feet all wound up in the traces and chains. The only thing that kept them from getting into a completely hopeless tangle was the fact that Monsieur Leboutellier had provided a driver to ride on the back of the nigh horse of each pair. These drivers were good French peasants. And although they were apparently as mystified as the horses by this whole weird proceeding, they under- stood their animals and were able to hold them some- where near in place. But they could not keep the horses in the rear from playfully nipping at the rumps of the horses in front, and they could not pre- vent the horses in front from defending themselves with a few swift and well-placed kicks. There was one horse in particular that made more trouble than any of the rest. He was a magnificent specimen, almost seventeen hands high. pretty near a ton in weight, and glossy black in color. His name was Jacques Johnson, and he seemed to have all the vigor and fighting ability of his distinguished name- sake. At first they hitched him up beside the tongue, where he pranced about harmlessly enough for a number of minutes. But by the time they had six teams of four horses each lined up and more or less securely anchored to the various whiffletrees, he de- cided that he needed a little more excitement. He made a quick lunge, and with a vicious snap of his powerful teeth he bit a large wad of hair and a cer- tain amount of hide out of the off hind leg of the animal in front of him. The poor victim let out a startled squeal and launched a terrific kick in the direction from which the attack had come, but good old Jacques Johnson had already dodged back out of harm’s way. This little performance of course ex- cited all the other horses; they began prancing, jumping, snorting and wheeling around to such ar extent that it took at least ten minutes to quiet them. (Continued on Page 69)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST loaded at night, they are held in place on the flat ears by what are known as chocks—triangular pieces of wood spiked at the bottom, which fit tightly under the wheels and prevent movement when the train jerks. As time is essential to the integrals of a circus, so is it more important to the circus as a je 4 whole. Therefore, the train highballs out for the next town almost the instant that the last wagon is loaded; immediately the wheels of that wagon have struck the body of the car, the steel runways are shifted into their car- riers, the pull-up teams and workmen shift swiftly from the tracks, and a switch engine moves in with the caboose to make that train ready for its night journey of perhaps a hun- dred and fifty miles. All this is going on while the wheels of the last wagon are still turning. Instantly they reach position, the chocker > darts beneath them. Swift movements fol- low; a leap, and he is off the train again. “Take ’er away!’’ shouts the train boss, and another section—a circus train travels in PHOTOS. BY 4. A. ATWELL The Author in a Difficult Trick O FEEL the pulse of a big circus, a person needs to do no more than watch the activities of a stake-driving gang. Or observe the rhythmic jerks by which the guying-out crews tighten the vari- ous ropes leading from the canvas to the stakes which hold the tents in place. Or, easier still, once the performance has started, approach the show grounds sufficiently close to hear the music of the band. For the pulse of the big show beats in a multi- tude of places, just as it does in the human body. A circus, with all it contains, lives or dies by the steadi- ness of that heartbeat. An education in timing begins for a circus person almost with his first step. That is not exaggeration. I knew more about timing when I was less than a year old than I did about walking. In fact, I was already in the circus performance. My father carried me into the ring ina closed carpetbag. It was the opening trick of the act to open the bag, lift me out, balance me with one hand and tumble me about a bit—just to show that there was another circus performer coming along to earry on the name of the Codona family. Even then I knew enough to raise and lower my hands in ad- justment with my father’s balance when he gripped both my legs in his hand and raised me aloft. By the time I was four years old I was doing hand stands, back bends, flip-flops and even backward and forward somersav Its. When a Sea Elephant Turned Over HE explanation of the precocious child in the cir- cus is also the explanation of the precocious child in music, and for a grosser comparison the explana- tion of why most circuses carry Negroes for their stake-driving and guying-out gangs. It’s a knowledge of time. As for the Negroes, they are naturally rhythmic. They learn their job more quickly than a white man; when a dozen sledges are swinging to- ward the three-inch top of a tent stake, in blows so closely timed that a mistake of even a hundredth of a second might mean injury, rhythm must be intui- tive. The same is true of a guying-out crew; if one man is off in matching his strength to the exact in- stant at which others are exerting their muscle, the whole crew works under a handicap. The result may be loose rigging, loose guy ropes, loose funny guys— those steel cables crisscrossed around the canvas to hold it safe in ease of high winds—and disaster if a gale should arise. Or there can be trouble if the wagon chocker down at the loading runs should fail to gauge his distance and time correctly. When the circus wagons are several parts—is ready to leave. That wagon has been made safe for its journey in less than a second. But for that matter, even the animals of the cireus know their time. Railroad en- gineers are not always careful. Sometimes they suffer from the delusion that they are hauling an ore train or a hundred ears of pig iron. Or perhaps they’re merely practicing emergency stops, with a prize for the fellow who can jam the air on the hardest. If every animal on the circus did not understand this, and did not possess the same knowledge of time and movement which allows a brakeman to ride the top of a fast-moving freight car in spite of all its bumps and jars, December 6, 1930 SPLIT SECONDS By Alfredo Codona As Told to Courtney Ryley Cooper the fact that I can be depended upon twice daily, rain or shine, as the billboards would say, to turn a triple somersault from a trapeze into the waiting hands of my brother, Lalo. My spéed, when I leave my trapeze for the triple, has been accurately measured; I am traveling at a rate of sixty-two miles an hour. At that speed I must turn completely over three times, in a space not more than seven feet square, and break out of my revolutions at precisely the instant that will land me in the hands of Lalo, who, hanging to his trapeze by his hocks, has swung forward to meet me. Once I was four inches off. My head struck Lalo in the chin, knocking him unconscious from his trapeze. Naturally, I also fell, landing face down in the safety net. Lalo, still unconscious, fell like so much lead, and struck on top of me, the full force of his fall ex erting itself upon the small of my back. I went to the hospital for a two weeks’ stay; three ribs had been broken on one side of my back and two'on the other, in addition to other injuries. Yet the accident which had caused this had resulted from the fact that I had misgauged my time in leaving the bar by less than a hundredth of a second. A Science Without Books HE difficulty about mastering circus time— when to pull yourself higher in a somersault or break out, to pirouette, to leave a flying bar, to take your leap to the back of a ring horse, or even to do the simple swings on the comparatively childish ladder acts—is the fact that there are no rules, no guide- books and no precision instruments by which fo learn. A child, in studying music, gains a knowledge there would be few trips without injured animals. But they know their time, and a case of an ani- mal hurt in transit is rare. They give ground to the bumps and stiffen up when the engineer takes up slack; they ride to the sway of the train; they even sleep to it. But once when Goliath, the sea elephant, was new to this country, he decided to turn over during the night. Goliath consists of several tons of wabbly blubber, incased in a body which looks like that of a gigantic seal without hair. !n- stead of moving, he appears to ooze, wabbling his blubber inside his skin ina titanic shimmy. Then, havingshifted a part of hisweight, he drags the rest into position. But when he turns over, Goliath puts his heart and soul into the movement. He turns all at once, several tons of revolving blubber, flopping with neither much direc- tion nor reason. One night, while his section was rocking along be- tween stands, Goliath felt a great urge to roll on his back. He obeyed the urge. The off-balance of that tonnage of contraweight derailed his car, halted the section for hours, and delayed the open- ing of the show in the next town. Goliath doesn’t turn over any more. I have said that the circus lives by time. The truth is that it lives by split seconds. My job with the De 2 eee a ie a ail aa * 5 i ie | Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Cireus hinges upon ee PHOTO. sY JOSEPH LANGER Perfect Time is Demanded of a ‘‘Rosin:Back,’’ or Ring Herse for ther roll- It s¢ how of it esta acti mus eter dror ther sion wea] the : timil myst trap for n lf 6 the r throu — a 4 i Ridin PHOTO. By The |

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an ly, lent fact r by yhen reak your _ the dder lide- h to edge of time from a metronome ticking beside the piano; a musician has his master’s baton as a guide. But there is nothing for the performer save a finely de- veloped sixth sense, which can neither be explained nor passed on. You simply learn when to let go, and until that finesse is developed, the most agile, most muscularly active person in the world is a failure as a performer. Naturally, the development of this sixth sense be- gins with childhood—usually with a parent as a master. That training starts with an elaborate system of bending, both for suppleness and for a primary knowledge of time, just as a child’s first ex- ercises on the piano must consist of whole notes, which must be mastered before progress can be made to halves, quarters and eighths. There is a time to bending, just as there is to a double somersault. When that is mastered, with the parent “ patting”’ for the pupil, as the calling of directions is termed, then the pupil may advance to a hand stand, or to roll-overs and flip-flops, and slgwly to somersaults. It sounds much easier in anasitalions than it really is; hours of practice, days of practice, weeks and months of it must follow in order that coérdination shall be established and a certain clocklike regularity of action become second nature. To a child it seems he must swing, swing, swing on a trapeze for a dozen eternities before his master will even allow him to drop into the net. For even in swinging on a trapeze, there is a split second when the codrdinated propul- sion of the body will accomplish more for even a weakling, if applied at the proper instant, than for the strongest man in the world who does not know timing. There are a great many men stronger than myself, yet I require only two full swings of my trapeze to gain the terrific speed and height necessary for my triple somersault. The Breath of Life HE high-school work of acrobatic practice con- cerns the ‘“‘mechanic,”’ with the master holding the ropes and to a certain extent guiding his pupil through the air. The mechanic is the life belt of the THE SATURDAY EVENING POST circus; a performer rarely ceases to use one in his practice. A wide band of leather, it fits about the waist, and from a ring on each side ropes run through lofty pulleys to the hands of the “‘patter.”’ Primarily it is for safety; the performer knows that he cannot seriously injure himself in a fall, thus giv- ing him confidence to attempt new tricks. But if the man who holds those safety ropes does not know the exact instant at which to apply leverage and when to release it, the per- former can practice forever without success. There is even breathing to be considered. I am fortunate enough to have for my wife Lillian Leitzel, who for years has been a fea- ture of the Ringling-Barnum Circus. Perhaps you have seen her—a tiny woman with a wealth of hair, who literally rolls herself up a rope to the top of the tent, and, following her work on the Roman rings, suspends herself by one arm and then turns in giant, wheel- like gyrations. She has in certain instances made more than two hundred turns at a per- formance. It requires muscle—a great deal of it. Of course it requires endurance, and a certain sense of fatalism, in as much as no bandage ever has been devised that can pro- tect her arm from the constant danger of blood poisoning from rope burns. But more than this, it requires a knowledge of breath- ing as expert as that of any opera star. The gauging of weight and time for the applica- tion of her strength in these turns is so finely attuned that a breath at the wrong place might end the act. She must inhale swiftly on the buoyant upswing—but not too soon. She must exhale the instant that the fine hair line of gravity resistance has been passed; norcan she continue that exhalation too long. That’s one reason why actors watch their work more closely in high altitudes; the necessary difference in breathing may mean the dif- ference between a difficult catch and a bad fall. I may have given the impression that timing is only essential to the more difficult acts. That is not true. Time, time, time! It pounds through the life of the circus like a blood flow, and by its beat everything is gauged. Even the simplest acts must have their time; the clowns synchronize their gags to a fraction of a sec- ond, that all may begin their work about the ring at thesame instant and finish together—for, as a rule, when a clown stands for long moments upon the hippodrome track he is not merely awaiting his turn to be funny. Equestrian acts are in progress in the rings, or other acts upon the stages, which, at a certain moment, must have a change of horses, or some other delay that might slow up the act in the eyes of the audi- ence if there were not an instan- taneous diversion. And so, when that change comes, the clowns, with much hullabaloo, leap into action an instant before the audi- ence realizes that a halt has come to the main act. Attention is switched and held until the in- stant that the change has been effected. Then the equestrian di- rector’s whistle blows again, and the average person in the audi- ence does not even realize that horses have been changed, that sometimes even actors have been changed. Often the audience even forgets that there was an in- terruption. Speaking of equestrianism, an- other factor enters here. That is the horse. When one enters the ring barn of an equestrian family PHOTO. BY H. A. ATWELL The Finish of Miss Leitzel’s Drop From the Roman-Ring Hand Stand during the training of a new horse, there is little resemblance to what Alfrede Codona one sees in the circus. The ring is there, of course, and the horse and the ringmaster. There the similarity ends. Grooms sit about, chins in hands, staring; or, at a command, arise lackadaisically to kick cans about, to rattle a ratchet, or to fire a revolver or a shotgun. The performers themselves merely stand about, while the horse itself may trot about the ring with a five-gallon tin can tied to its tail. The reason for it all is time. Education of a Rocking-Horse ERE is a necessity for synchronization, the time of the performer to the time of the horse; neces- sarily, neither must vary. Therefore, a good ring horse, or rosin-back, is only one which can be de- pended upon to hold his pace in exactitude; a vari- ance means trouble. There can be no stamping of feet, no lengthening of a stride or break of gait; and the horse which performs in an equestrian ring must be proof against any interruption that might bring about a break of time. Hence the tin cans and re- volvers, newspapers which are thrown before the ring horse in training, white cloths waved in front of his eyes, figures running before him. Every conceiv- able noise and flying form that might interrupt a cireus performance is brought into play when a rosin-back is in training. And a good ring horse, true to his schooling, ceases his peculiar rocking gait only at the command of his trainer; nothiag else. The audience may leave, the band halt its playing, and even the tent blow away—but if he’s the right kind of ring horse, he'll keep rocking along, around and around that ring, until he is given the command to stop. An example of the necessity of horse time hap- pened last summer in Denver. The Riding Hobsons were doing their act and had come to one of the sim- plest tricks of equestrianism—the forks, in which the various riders, running across the ring, leap to the back of the horse with legs spraddied, ianding in riding position. Herbert Hobson had made his leap. Mrs. Homer Hobson, Jr., had jumped aiso, and Homer, Senior. There remained only Homer, Junior, the comedian of the act, who had little room left on the horse, since three people were already on his back. Suddenly, as Homer went into the air, the horse changed his gait, speeding it up so slightly that it was imperceptible to the audience. But that change had been sufficient to throw the horse about an inch out of line. That caused the hurtling come- dian to land insecurely, and to exert the full force of (Continued en Page 75)

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14 BUSINESS COURTESY No, But the Funny Thing is This: The Guy That Was Drivin’ the Meat Cart Wasin My Oitd Outfit!’ or the Chicago office of the Eag!l bility Insurance Company, drew under his arm and laid it phasis on the desk of his superior, Mr. Cady, nager for the same company and said Mr. Spicer—“‘ that is, ted. But I'm going to rush right out there. in tell from the accident re port whether or not. The assureds don't want to put WW he re Was That's out in Garfield Park. ha 1 day to go out there. What's the that the issured —salesman for the Inde- ! } covered on a blanket poliev— th on Miranda Street and this meat ng north. Well. ist before the as- o the meat cart it tipped over. Cause d Cady. “Of course, the fact that é ran into it full tilt had nothing h it! emember when | was in the home t p nat re id Drive r heard peo- ie K Cal ind looking over side of truck, egs protruding. Has no‘idea how man No. How could he have anv idea?” I think I better go,” went on Spicer. “It’s ere, I kno but we can't have our first P. ie ame teanlt® (io ahead. If things jam up, why, you ile of hours tonight.”’ d with a grunt and, gathering his edly took his departure. of the Eagle in those days was d important affair that it has THE ILLUSTRATED BY ¥. \ir Spicer, invecticwor and JY Leonard H. Nasom ROBERT w. since become. It was the winter right after the war, when business was on the boom, and the streets were full of men in Army overcoats dyed in various colors, but all horrible, and camouflaged in various ways; not one of W hich, howev er, concealed the coat’s origin. Branch offices of the Eagle were springing up everywhere. The opening of such an office was simple. Two likely young men were plucked from the ranks, one christened resident manager and the other resi- dent claim manager, and sent to whatever district was to be brought under the Eagle's protecting wings. The resident manager sold policies and the resident claim manager adjusted claims. As there were al- ways more claims than policies, the claim manager would get the first assistant, hired locally, to save his fare out from the home office. The two managers’ salaries were adjusted at the end of the year in pro- portion to the importance of the office, and as the office grew later on, so did their titles and emolu- ments. But if the office folded from lack of business, they folded with it. Mr. Cady, then, was one of those that had been sent to Chicago. The other was a certain Mr. Doak, universally known as “Joe,” a former go-getter of the home-office sales force, and addicted to cigarettes, which form of tobacco he was trying to replace by cigars, as being more consistent with his position as resident manager of the Chicago office of the Eagle Mutual Liability Insurance Company. The telephone on Mr. Cady’s desk rang. “Cady,” spoke the receiver, ‘can you come into my office a minute?” “Be right in.”” Mr. Cady rose, went into the tiny outer office, around the partition, and into another SATURDAY EVENING POST STEWART December 6, 1930 office exactly like the one he had just left. There, behind a slightly shopworn desk, val- iantly puffing a cigar, sat Mr. Doak, resident manager of the Chicago office. “Sit down, Cady,” he greeted. “We got something big here to consider. If this goes over, this office is made!” Cady sat down, drew up a pad and, selecting a pencil from his pocket, waited for the other to speak. “Cady,”” went on the resident manager, “I’ve been workin’ on the Simpkins Structural Steel for a couple of months. They’re the first big risk that we've got any action on since the office opened. And we got action on them! Boy, this office is beginning to show signs of life!” *Right!’’ agreed Cady heartily. * P. L. case come in this morning.” ‘Yesterday,’ went on Doak impressively, “I ap- peared before the board of directors—me and two apples from the stock companies. Well, they had a great line. A great line. I was washed out! But when it came to rates—when it came to rates! Boy, rates and achievement—I stressed those two points! Well, after the meeting the vice president has me into his office, and says, says he, ‘ My boy, we think we'll place with you. But now, in addition to the plants we've given you to quote on, we have a construction job running in Meridian, Missouri. What difference will that make in your quoted rate per thousand dollars of pay roll?’ “*The kind of people we are,’ I says, ‘I'll show you. It won’t make any difference. But now, I’m not a claim man; I don’t keep all these states in mind. Maybe there’s some trick law in Missouri that makes the payments to injured employes higher, or requires certain hospital equipment or something, so I'll just take this up with my claim manager and call you back the first thing in the morning.’ So there, that’s the story. Boy, if we land that risk, you and I can sleep nights! They'll pay a hundred- thousand-dollar premium if they pay a_ nickel! We had our first poe gee a ae —————— a —————

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— THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Whaddyuh say? Any reason we can’t cover this Missouri job?” “None,”’ said Cady diffidently, “except that they haven't got any compensation act in Missouri, and everything there is common law. In addition we haven't got any license in that state.” “Huh? No license? You sure?” “Sure. Look it up if you don’t think so.” Doak hurriedly fluttered the leaves of a limp- leather book, then gave a groan. “That's what you get for asking advice from the claim department!” he exclaimed. *‘How are we ever going to get anywhere if you people don’t co- operate?” “Gee,” protested Cady, “it isn’t my fault if Mis- ouri hasn’t got a compensation law. I don’t make their laws, nor any body else’s either.”” ‘Nobody said you did,” coughed Doak. ...** Man, I wish I could tind a mild cigar!... But listen! Start your think tank to boiling, will you? We sink or swim together here; don’t forget it.”’ Mr. Cady then took his leave and, returning to his own office, began to read the mail. At the third letter he gave a gasp and, leaping from his chair, rushed into Joe Doak’s oftice once more. “Joe!” he cried. ‘* Didn't I tell you this office was beginning to get important? Well, McClusky is go- ing to visit us.” ‘Um-m,” replied Mr. Doak. ‘I ain’t a-seared of him.”’ “Well, neither am I, but I don’t care about having him around. He must have found out we had a P. L. case,” **What difference does that make?” “Well, in workmen’s compensation cases, like ‘Employe stuck wire in thumb,’ or ‘Hot rivet fell down injured’s neck,’ the amount the injured re- ceives is limited by law, and in public-liability cases, protruding from under truck or ‘Woman running for car collided with right rear fender of assured’s car,’ the amount the injured gets like * Driver saw feet is limited by the jury, and they’re spendin’ someone else’s money.” “Uh-huh?” “So McClusky, being chief adjuster and respor ble for the loss ratio, has got to know all about P. L. cases and who and how! Gee, you'd think he was payin’ claimants out of his own pocket! He have a rrow!] Loo. | should have rone out on t? case came in this morning myself. That Spicer is so dumb he couldn't get a release from a bystander without giving him fifty dollars.”’ ‘Um-m! Well, look: when he comes, ask him, for me, how he can smoke so many cigars and do al thing else, will you?” **Gee, and this is the coéperation I get from the sales department ! Once more at his desk, ¢ ‘ady reread the letter an- nouncing the approaching visit of the honorable Me- Clusky, intimately known as Sign-’Em-Up. The letter was brief, simply stating that McClusky would be in onacertain train, and requesting that hotel accommo- dations be reserved. Tomorrow morning! Well, that gave him plenty of time. They had no regular stenog- rapher, but shared a typist with a lawyer across the hall. She only worked for the Eagle two hours ever morning, but it was possible he might be able to bor- row her for the afternoon,too, and so bring all his case folders up to date. This, howe ver, he wis unable to do. The lawyer refused to loan his typist. In the morning, while he was in court, yes, but not in the Misery! lle, Cady, typewriter. But Spicer, the investigator, could! Why Too late! He had pulled his twelve- o'clock box—that is, made his routine call to the office at that time. He would not eall again until three—at which time, since he was in Gartield Park, afternoon. could not run a not get him in it would be too late for him to come in to be of any use. And if McClusky should come right to the office from the train — W recked ! The telephone rang. But may be the train would be Cad 1) be DACK eof I Hul Ss \ eoming ba Sa ‘ Yu l with Met he ame ad t l three P.M tle ) t Cad 1 told es ~ thre n Ni ouri be | ind they said the man! And the We ‘ , And uu CO | hea But the receiver | | Cady received Number, please Avain it was morning the ¢ of the Eagle Mutual | ; t I Cady was thers ne. Spice gone to meet Met come n. What cou | the West Side, bu the rush hour now been frozen and the ¢ >it tion these two mont Appe ed ‘Hah!”’ greeted ¢ d vi “Sure! Gee, you described miss him. A ero iM | *Why'n chuh at wor business meet “What else he “a Whe “He ain't comin’ He old automob getting along P. L. case “You did? ‘ he le cas and that You hammerhead sure! What was the grand ids Doak, With a Grunt of Impatience, Picked Up the Receiver. ‘‘Yes!"' He Replied to His Invisible Questioner. Continued on Page 86 ‘That's Me, Speaking’ i)

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NN was a bride, and eemed to brew tn hin and ireamyv eagerness There re long moments when ared to be lost in tiest dresses had been left | d to make room in ‘ r for fishing tackle, egan to find this now a dship and a handicap When thev abandoned ar for the little teamer icraft which to (Ant Berengaria eyes emed ridiculously small au ulequate er mis- Ss vTEew i 1 the ris- exhilaration Dat s eu y s he towed in their stateroom the’rod case and the tackle box and e pack sack and the camera and their two suitcases, He was like the war horse vhieh scents the battle far off; but Ann was seasick efore they were well outside the harbor. She slept at last, miserably; but Dave woke her at lawn and made her look through the portholes intoa mming pot of fog, as white as soft wool. A nakedly leered at her through this veil. Dave's eves were shining: but Ann's were half-closed " neresased ner concern. KY promo! tory th sleep, and the fog and the rocky shore were fog nd rocks to her, and nothing more. Yet Dave vy so anxious for her to get up that she so—secretly promising herself that he should me this outrage when they were come safely home ind they shifted their baggage into the dining oon, to be ready to disembark at the first minute ble. But before they could land they must wait long minutes, without even a cup of coffee to fort then because they were aliens entering a eign land, and so subject to official scrutiny. [t's outrageous!’ Ann declared. This gray, foggy, ingry morning after a sleepless night had no place her preconception of a honeymoon. She had known Dave was a salmon fisherman; he used to tell her long tales about great fish, while she smiled in her ) e fashion and watched him with apparently tentive eyes and planned draperies for their living But even salmon fishermen, she would have pposed, had some self-respect. “It’s outrageous,” ‘ ted, ‘to treat us like immigrants! I'm not an I, ag rain ere « THE SATURDAY EVENING POST The Fog Blew Over the Mo By BEN AMES WILLIAMS ILLUSTRATED BY J. CLINTON SHEPHERD They Crossed the Bog, and Piunged Into Thick Spruce Woods Where Roots Lurked in the Murky Path to Trip Ann's Stumbling Feet Dave chuckled. ** That just makes us foreigners up here, though!" he pointed out. ‘I suppose they'll test us for rabies and bubonic plague and things!’’ she predicted furiously; and Dave guffawed. She had suddenly a doubt of the essential sanity of a man who could guffaw with laughter before breakfast. Dave guffawed, but he reassured her. “They'll treat you like visiting royalty,”” he prom- ised. “I’ve known Mr. Bryce—he's the man in charge here—since I was eleven years old. That was my first trip, with dad. Bryce is a fine man; always puts fishermen through with a minimum of trouble. You'll meet him when we go to get our licenses.” He was so persistently cheerful that she was amazed at her own blindness in that she had not perceived in him this cardinal vice before. It had December 6,19350 umtem gone all unsuspected, dis- guised beneath a good hu- mor not in itself offensive. Her marriage, she decided, had been a hideous mis- take; but it was a mistake that could not be remedied till they came home again. If she left Dave here and now, she would be utterly alone, a stranger in a strange land—an immi- grant! When at last they were allowed to land, she tot- tered down the gangplank, her eyes half-closed. The fog bestowed a drop of water on her eyelashes, another on the tip of her nose. Then Dave grasped her arm and they rushed into the customhouse— and came toa halt tostand and wait again till Mr. Bryce should be free to attend them. Ann, hungry and sleepy and insensible to further torment, waited in a dull silence, but Dave talked steadily and cheerfully; and when he led herat last into Mr. Bryce’s office, she followed him like a sheep. She heard his proud in- troductions; and Mr. Bryce offered her a warm, strong hand. She saw kindly eyes, ruddy cheeks, a grayish-brown beard; but he was a blessedly si- lent man, demanding of her no conversation, ask- ing no questions nor offer- ing remarks. She felt toward him a swift grati- tude; at least there were men in the world with the wit to be silent before breakfast. Dave was fairly babbling! When the licenses were written, and their deposit on the rods was made, Mr. Bryce rose in dismissal. Dave grasped his hand. “And we'll see you when we come out,” he promised the older man.‘*Two weeks from now—or three if we like it well enough!” Mr. Bryce nodded; and he looked at Ann with— she thought—a _ specula- He seemed to hesitate, then & tive doubt in his eye. said at last: “Mr. Fearing went up last Monday!” The remark was meaningless to Ann; but she felt Dave stiffen, and she looked at her husband in sur- prise, and saw the dawn in his eyes of a horrified dismay. “He did?”’ Dave echoed, his tone incredulous. Mr. Bryce nodded. “I thought it was early for him,’ he explained. ‘“‘But he said your father wouldn't be there—and he didn’t expect you would be coming this year.” Mr. Bryce’s meaning was conveyed not so much by his words as by his glances. When he spoke of Dave's father it was with a dropping of the eyes, a sort of nod of sympathy; for the older man had died this winter past. And when he said that Mr. Fearing y

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Sea So eS had not expected Dave to come, it was with a glance toward Ann, which explained Mr. Fearing’s reason for this feeling. So much was clear. But what was not clear to Ann was the reason why to see passengers alight or climb aboard. She saw she saw, in the middle of a bog. She poised for a mo this intelligence should so distress Dave; she saw men whose countenances belied the rough old clothes ment on the ear steps—the ground wa redibly f his stiff dismay; she could almost read his frantic they wore; and the disjointed fishing rods which below—and then dropped » Da thoughts. Here obviously was some emergency they carried in their hands proclaimed their pre- \ tall man in very old clothes and rubber boot which he had not foreseen, which threatened the occupation. came toward them along the ditch beside the trai shipwreck of his plans. She and Dave rode for more than two hours on The porter was throwing their luggage off the car to And her quick compassion rose. A minute before, this train; and Ann was as charming as she knew how Dave. Ann felt a trickle of water on her ankle and she had hated him for being so cheerful; but he was to be, and she won Dave back to at least a surface looked down and saw that she w { ling on soft in trouble now! She linked her arm through his, cheerfulness again. They had been married only nine turf that slowly sank beneath her while black wats loyally; she stood smiling by his side; and when days; but she had already the wit not to ask Dave seeped up through. Then Dave turned to meet the they were in the corridor outside the office she made why Mr. Bryce had warned him about Mr. Fear- tall approaching man; he gripped the other's hand him kiss her! For if her man was in trouble, it was ing—nor why Dave himself should have been by shouting delightedly. The trai: d away; and Ant her joy and pride to comfort and to shelter him! this intelligence dismayed. was left alone, disregarded and forgotten, wl : They came at last to their alighting place. The these two old friends exchanged the reetings here When they were on the train and breakfasting, premonitory bustle of preparation on Dave's part She climbed up on the railroad track out of the the world assumed for Ann a brighter hue. They left warned her; he and the porter shifted their luggage bog, and Dave remembered he the recky coastal lands behind. Bold mountain to the vestibule. Ann looked out of the window and ‘And here she is, Mac!" he cried proudly. ** The masses, with spots of snow in the ravines below their saw a quagey upland dotted with boggy pools and new recruit! We're going to make I erman out ol crests, like bits of lace against their reds and greens studded with dwarf trees. A quarter mile from the her. Ann, Mac's the best fly caster and the best cool and browns, marched with the train fora while; then track this upland dipped sharply into a deep valley; in Newfoundland, and he knows the salmon by. their fell behind as others took their places like outriders and beyond, a mile or more away, a steep bluff first names.” for escort there. Flower patches, purple or blue or thickly clad in spruce and birch and fir rose to a bold When Mac took off his hat she that his hair white, spotted the rocky meadows. The nearer thick- parapet against the sky. The engine puffed and was crisply black and curly, and eves were fin ets were like forests in miniature; massed groups of panted; then its laboring eased and the train slowed, He would not, she thought, have left his wife stand- spruce trees and fir, perfectly proportioned, and no and Dave came back from the vestibule. ing ina bog. She shook his hand, and felt how roug! more than three or four feet high. Ann made Dave He was curiously white about the lips, and she and hard it was. look and exclaim with her. She was amazed and in- read him easily. Worried, poor lamb, for fear she Mae said, “There's a black fly on your cheel terested by all she saw; by the curious cramped nar- would not be happy in this wilderness. She vowed ma’am!” She brushed it off, and he advised Dave rowness of the cars; by the perfect, kindly courtesy of the people who served them; by the stations, often no more than a name on a white board. The train seemed to stop anywhere; and Ann observed that when it stopped, everyone leaned out of the windows to appear to be happy for his sake, no matter what it cost her. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST i7 Well It's beautiful! he a ired hir nd rose followed him dow! the aisle. The ts ! id “You ll both need boots on. The trail down pretty wet.”’ Continued on Page 94 He Must Have Moved, She Guessed, When the Fish Started for the Rapids; and She Thought He Wished to be Near at Hand to Triumph in Her Defeat When the SJaimon Broke Clean Away ———_—_

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is : THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE RULING DYNAS [FTY years ago last summer the name of La Follette was heard for the first time in Wis- onsin politics. A young man whose greatest political asset then was the fact that as a student at e | ersity of Wisconsin he had won an impor- oratorical contest for his school on a speech ( ed lago, wanted to be district attorney of Dane County, in which Madison, the state capital, ‘ ited Robert Marion La Follette was then, on his own ithority, ‘“‘as poverty stricken a young lawyer as ever hung his shingle to the wind.” The job he sought d $S00 a year and he needed the mone Vy. He was he chief support of his mother and sister, and he yas el raged to be married. His ambition, however, did not fit in with the local Republican organization and the

senator from Wisconsin. When, a few weeks ago, she wrote her second son, Philip Fox La Follctte, upon the occasion of his nomination as the Republi- can candidate for governor of Wisconsin, a nomina- tion equivalent to election, she simply said, ‘I! feel very proud, Phil, and also very humble.” Indeed, Belle Case La Follette has reason for pride. Few women have been the wife of one United States senator and governor of a great state, and the mother of another United States senator and another governor of the same state. No woman ever did what Mrs. La Follette, Sr., did in 1925, when she refused to succeed her husband as United States senator and ste pped aside, making way for the selec- tion of her son. The La Follette dynasty is today in the full sway of its power in the state which the opponents of La Follette rule, during the last campaign, re- ferred to as Wisfollette. As an opposition leader puts it, “Old Bob had a mortgage on Wisconsin for quarter of a century, but it was never fore- closed until Young Bob and Phil came along.” It is pretty well conceded that today any im- portant policy relating to the official attitude of Wisconsin on either state or national affairs, if indorsed by the La Follette triumvirate of Mrs. Robert M. La Follette, Sr., Young Bob and Phil, would be very likely to be approved by a ma- jority of the citizens of the state. Like Father, Like Son spe E latest LaFollette victory —that of thirty- three-year-old Phil La Follette over Walter J. Kohler, who sought renomination as gover- nor—is probably as impressive a demonstration of the power of the La Follette name and leader- ship in Wisconsin as any victory ever won by the elder La Follette. It was asurprise—at least in the size of the majority—to the most sanguine supporter of the insurgent faction in the state. Kohler is an able, expe ri-

Mrs. Robert M. La Follette, Jr., an Accomplished and Able Politician in Her Own Right ounty leader of the day told him so very bluntly. R ight there, Boss Keyes, for so he was named, probably laid up more trouble for regu- political organizations in his own state and lsewhere than any other minor political leader ever succeeded in stirring in a lifetime. Bob La Foilette began to insurge in Boss Keyes’ office, and he kept insurging until he died. The whole political history of Wisconsin r the past half century has been simply a ree-

enced and suec- cessful business man. Skilled politicalobserv- ers had pre- dicted his victory by a substantial margin. Hisad- ministration was probably as

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and damn the political machines and the iniquities of wealth in government, the stuff was all off. In the campaigns of both 1926 and 1928, the La Follette selections for governor had fallen by the wayside. In 1930, with a La Follette on the ticket, counting the vote was a formality after the first few precincts had been returned. The Founder of the Dynasty 5 ie outside resident, unfamiliar with Wisconsin political conditions, quite generally is of the opin- ion that the state is merely a romping ground for the La Follette insurgents whenever they choose to doa little romping. La Follette and Wisconsin have be- come more or less synonymous. The real facts are that the opposition has won its fair share of victories during the entire period of La Follette activity, and quite frequently has appeared to be on the highroad to permanent success. The policies to which the La Foliette name has become attached very frequently meet with hard sledding at home. The older La Follette first became governor in 1901. He gave up this office to become United States senator in 1905. Since that time the state has elected four governors who were not supported by the La Follette leadership, and only two backed by the ruling family. During the score of years the senior La Follette served in the United States Senate, he never had a colleague in that body who recognized his leadership. Although Phil La Follette recently had a runaway victory for the nomination as governor, the state senate which will be in office when young Phil is inaugurated will be conserva- tive in majority. Only two daily newspapers of any importance supported the La Follette slate in the 1930 primaries. The initiative and referendum and the recall of public officials—all usually considered La Follette policies—have never been adopted in Wisconsin in any important degree. The La Follette measures which have been adopted in the state, including railway-rate legislation, taxation of incomes and reg- ulation of business, differ little from legislation taken as a matter of course in many other states. Public ownership of utilities in the state has never made great progress. The radicalism of Wisconsin, in many respects, is more of an export product than an article primarily for domestic consumption. One fact, however, is outstanding in the history of the La Follette opposition. From 1900 on, they could neither defeat Old Bob himself, nor any mem- ber of his family. Candidates with the indorsement of the La Follettes quite frequently get good beat- ings. The senior La Follette tried desperately to

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ord of battles between the La Follette insur- vency and the regular Republican organization. Old Bob is dead now, and so are his original Toes But the fight that started when the Dane County regulars refused to accept the shock-headed oung college orator as an acceptable candidate for minor office goes on. If Keyes had acted differently ’ Bob La Follette might have been a regular. Or he might not The one survivor who took part in the original mpaign back in ISSO and who has been an active one of the seraps waged since then is Belle Case La Follette, the girl for whom the young of ISSO wanted to be district attorney of She lived to see her husband not only uunty prosecutor but member of the national Representatives, governor of Wisconsin, senator from Wisconsin, and a candi- dency of the United States. She ikes her home in W ashington today with her eldest on, Robert M. La Follette, Jr., also a United States date for the pres Robert M. La Foliette, Jr. any governor of Wiscon- sin— where the executive is tremendously handi- capped by factional lines in the legislature which are so complicated in their ramifications as to defy achieve by sincerity of purpose and willingness of effort. But when young Phil, who would need no disguise to get by as an undergraduate on any college campus in the country, took to analysis—can

thestump, began to push back his rumpled hair Maplte Biuff. The LaFollette Family Home at Madison

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=~ = defeat Irvine Lenroot, once an ally, for the United States Senate, and failed. It remained for John Blaine, a hard-fisted, ruthless, fighting politician, to oust Lenroot in 1926, with the help of the younger La Follettes. Herman Ekern, who was slated origi- nally tosuecceed thesenior La Follette as United States senator, failed in his efforts to become governor despite the La Follette backing. There must be, therefore, something about the La Follettes themselves which grips the imagination of a majority of the voters of the state. The elder La Follette considered himself to be a demagogue in the original sense of the word—that is, a man who cham- pions the cause of the common people. ** The essence of the progressive movement as I see it,” he said, “hes in its purpose to uphold the fundamental prin- ciples of representative government.”’ Of course, the meaning of this statement depends entirely upen the construction placed upon it by the individual. Old Bob became active politically just about the time that the pioneer days were passing. A grim and great generation of hard-boiled eggs had carved Wisconsin out of the wilderness. Wisconsin is a new state, as compared even with its neighbors, Michigan and Illinois. Milwaukee was not settled until 1835. In 1830 there were not more than 10,000 white people in the state, and only 30,945 in 1840. Then came a flood of both New England and foreign immigration. The elder La Follette describes the country com- munity where he was born in a log hut in 1855— Primrose Township, only twenty miles from Madi- son—as ‘‘made up of Yankees, Scandinavians and Germans.” That was typical of the rest of the state, and, quite naturally, the Yankees and the Irish, who were then fleeing the potato famine, took over the direction of publie affairs. The Schofields, the Saw- vers, the Rusks, the Vilases, the Fairchilds and the Spooners all came of this early stock. They ran the state and they looked out for themselves while they were doing it. Wisconsin's history was little different from that of other Midwestern States in this respect. It is certain that quite a few of the amenities of popular government were overlooked in the last half of the nineteenth century in Wisconsin. A Political Heritage 4 ee pioneer politicians went out of the picture when La Follette came into power in 1900. They did not go out willingly. The picture that many have of La Follette, the elder, is that of a visionary, per- haps fanatical, and possibly impractical, popular leader. Outside Wisconsin the same impression pre- vails in regard to the younger generation of the fam- ily. This picture is entirely a false one. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST LE = By Louis Ii. Cook There never was a meaner opponent in a rough- and-tumble political battle than Old Bob, as he is remembered in Wisconsin, and his sons are just Ilke him. There never was a keener mind for practical political strategy than that which was and is pos- sessed by Belle Case La Follette, his life partner There is good reason to believe that the coolness of Mrs. La Follette, Sr., her ability as a strategist and counselor have descended to Robert M. La Follette Jr., and that Young Phil has inherited not only some of the political wisdom of his father and mother but also his father’s magnetic ability to take the stump and carry the votes of the masses by both the gift of oratory and the foree of personality. The peculiar ascendancy which the La Follette family has now gained in Wisconsin was something never dreamed of by the founder of the dynasty Still less was it ever even visioned in their wild- est nightmares by the conservative leaders of Wisconsin. Old Bob fought himself into power in 1900. Following the good old rule of ‘if you can’t beat ‘em, you better jine ‘em,”’ peace ne- gotiations were entered into between the con- servative forces, headed by John C. Spooner then United States senator, and Governor La Follette. No Quarter Asked or Given TINHE negotiations got as far as a tender of I the olive branch to Old Bob. *‘ Not while a pine tree grows in the state of Wisconsin will | make up with Spooner and his crowd” was his ultimatum. The reply was characteristic of the La Follette policy then and now. Many La Fol- lette supporters of the past have become con- servative. Some conservatives have become La Follette supporters, but they are few and far between. After the Spooner effort at peace, no more was ever attempted with Old Bob. The policy of the conservatives in Wisconsin has not been, during the past generation, 0 Cry, Peace, | peace, when there is no peace.’’ Wis- consin factional polities are fought without quarter and without mercy. Every twoyears the heavy artil- lery goes into factor has disappeared. Demme lida ‘ i ood 1 il vote i rhe ‘ i ‘ ‘ eithe of d il ed ( | > re ‘ Chere I na t tn ven the ardent La Follette ipporte \\ | t i d the ardent conservative as there ‘ ee! tauncl Democrat and a strong partisan Re where | he world. There le of more or lt a niere ed I D | en 1 etc ene il per lead hve henever they fee Nol ‘ prene ! ise It i ‘ plenty of votes for ‘ " j h ‘ . family. Old Bob fought himself into pows iretained | personal le wider hip tor iwent | ‘ ( ti al est hours were dur ne the \ t \ ‘ ttituce Mrs. Robert M. La Follette, Ir., and Her Two | Sons, Robert, Jr., and Philip Philip F. La Follette action, the snickersnees are whetted and _ the poison-gas barrages are laid down On the matter of sues, there Is probably less varnince between the La Follette wing and the opposition in Wi eonsin than there between partisan align ments in many other states. The personal line of demareation, how ever, is far more closely marked in Wisconsin BY UNDERW & UNDERW WASHINGTON than usual. The Demo- The Two Bobs, Father and Son, in 1924 cratic Party as a real | bre | et ‘ ' ' } i | ‘ bs lred ers oO eT ‘ 1 \\ ed eme f vote ( t ‘ he lle w ed é ‘ i ol 1 « ed f iii ‘ of hie ad . B 10 ; came came | »>\W In Milwa om | ot tre to ‘ Polish South Sid A 20 eng f for his pe Old ~ ‘ ( | me | | for the | ed St S tha I were ele i | the | 7 " P \\ SQ ’ lid f ‘ I States. « oe be he | 1 ke ‘ ‘ my promise to kee ke > months later Woodrow \\ ol ned o™ United States to de re wa on Cie 1 ke my promise and voted ag e de Yi deified Woodrow Wilson. but vou } ved me eflig on the Streets of the eanit | t \ t ‘ He stumped the state. He harangued and argued vast audiences in speeche whi ted three and Continued on Page 80

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Wi iever san pled baked OX palate 20 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST VITTLES AND VI December 6,1930 IN

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s ° ° forced cock’s combs? Have you tried By Marie Kimball by one of Washington’s contemporaries, who is end hashed brown, a herrico of Says: eet t . OS @ars in bechamel, or a neats e stewed? Perhaps you have nibbled at fricas- though some of the guests, appearing to prefer their “In the middle of the table was placed a piece ow idde or pigeon transmogrified, or a own customs, coolly helped themselves to what they of table furniture about six feet long and two feet v's ears. If so, you have already been found at hand.’ It was many years after this that wide, rounded at the ends. It was either of wood ted into the delicacies of the eighteenth century a dinner served in courses became the prevailing gilded or polished metal, raised only about an inch, i es ‘ (merican dinner party. fashion with a silver rim round it like that round a tea board. What ns of abundance, what dreams of \s a rule, everything was put on the table at the In the center was a pedestal of plaster of Paris ‘ ese words call forth! We picture same time, the hot dishes under covers. The table with images upon it, and on each end figures, male eS | estors as groaning with delicacies stretched nearly the full length of the room and was’ and female, of the same. It was very elegant, and forvotte d wit the ample American dis! es covered by a cloth—dia- ve become the stand-bys of today. Untroubled — per cloth for everyday, a ind calories, undaunted by food values, more imposing material s 7 +t; roied errily and bravely through those for festive occasions. The i erwheiml pasts, the mere remnants of whic! svmme tricalarrangement “> exist in the dinners of hotels on the American of the dishes on the table t ioe - | Had we but followed in their footste ps, we Was of the utmost impor- t 3" dno ‘ ng sugar in our corn bread, marsh- tance, and this usually : | iliow on our sweet potatoes, or cheese on our pine- constituted the sole j | le adornment. Flowers seem fs at ’ ; 7 There is little exaggeration in our picture, as far never to have been used ? bs | the eighteenth century is concerned. Before 1700 in those days. F : J here was scarcely any luxury in dinners or elegance Fine pieces of silver oc- ‘ : ; % dining in the colonies or in England, except among casionally ornamented 3 Sea sy 7 tne LODLITY With the advent of the new eentury the table, and we know —— tablecloth should scarcely be visible. te a different thing ftom a din- | Ze it Nh [ Pheasano Precise rules for setting the table were laid erof today. It was characterized, , | woew ane &Fartride down by all the old authorities. One says: ur present point of vie w. by Y case, ond Landes} d e rathe n by ele- t 4 emg Neninen) ; ncn ‘*For two Dishes, the best-shaped Table is a f / _ \ Nlasoay pretty long Square, such as will hold one at each | ot served in a long LF arog ‘Green’ } End and two on each Side; and the Dishes are es of course such anidea had \ Pes fe WPease } } placed one near the Top, and the other near the ever occurred to anyone—but S= FS Bottom, with Room for Plates between, as at the é thoroughly J Sides, only less. ted each other. The first “For three Dishes, the table should be a broader #1 f what weshould consider | M | Severe, | Square, but still oblong; and one Dish is placed onable dinner was made by | Hi Batter d fr \ PF ger y, at the Top, and two Side by Side at the Bottom; Fenimore Cooper in 1817, | i SS \, x ek. this is a very awkward Method. But three is an he dined with the President . bam odd Number; two upon the Table at once, and { Mrs. Monroe, and spoke of $$ ____—_—_——___— one of them removed, does better. e dinner having been served in “A Dinner of four Dishes is set upon the Table the French style, The Arrangement of Dishes at ‘‘a Dinner Fit for a King’’ in 1730 thus: There is one at the Top, one at the Bottom,

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and one on each Side, a vacant Space being left in the Middle; this also has a raw Appearance, and the Vacancy should be filled up with something.”

1) \ The service also differed from what would today be considered fashionable. The food was placed on the table by servants, and they changed the china HY and the silver when that was necessary, but the i serving and the carving were done by the host and '; the hostess, even though four or five menservants i were in attendance, as was the case at Washing- ton’s table. >? The servants had their functions to perform, how- } ever trivial they might be. <A traveler in the South speaks of ‘two or three black servants standing at your elbows to execute your slightest wish, even to THE SATURDAY EVENING POST amusing to read the admonitions on the necessity of learning to carve prope rly : ‘Il can imagine nothing more disagreeable than to behold a person at the head of a well-furnished table presiding only to haggle and spoil the finest artic of provision, by which great waste is occasioned, and, ‘ I may add, some disgust, because many delicate persons, when helped in a clumsy manner, absolutely loathe the victuals set before them.” Hereupon the writer devotes some pages to the secrets of carving. Who of us moderns could pass a test on how duck, unlace a to rear coney, a goose, unbrace wing a mallard or a partridge, allay a pheasant, dismember a hen, thigh a woodcock, dis- leg of lamb or a roast of beef, when we

ed pushing the saltcellar a little nearer, if it is a foot play a crane, or lift a swan? q from you.” , +) i

Qur struggles with a are brave enough to attempt even that, seem trifling in the face of all this. The dinner for which so much knowledge was a preliminary wasindeed an imposing affair. Although nominally of only two courses, there were so many dishes in each one that was possible to taste even the half. feels that in these dinners had proceeded on the princ- ple enunciated by a fa- mous gourmet, that it is we wonder how it One sometimes American cookery very easy to entertain a numerous company with healthy appetites. To learn what was actually served, we once more turn to the old cookbooks, for many of them print model menus for the assistance ot the perple ed housewife \ month of February, in the posed in tI e following I Menus for Men ae the second eourse the i the real business of the « rule, dinner parties were confin to men; occasionally the ent, and sometimes other wom unusual we may gather fror Frances Trollop She i ‘Mixed dinner parties to ladi« very rare and Inles evel | litth conversation passe not, in my opinion, add to th

The First Thanksgiving Dinner During the course of the century a change erept in. Says an Emily Post of 1790: ‘**It was our custom to Jet the Lady of the Hotise help her Visitors: and this, though troublesome to her, was founded upon Reason. She was supposed to understand carving perfectly well, and to know where the best Bit lay; it also gave her an Op- portunity of showing with what Satisfaction she waited on her Friends. “At present the Fashion is, that every one takes Care of himself, helping himself to what is next, or sending his Plate to the Person who sits near what he likes; so that the Lady fares like the rest of the Company, and has no more trouble than others. This is Civility to her, because it excuses hera great deal of Trouble, but it takes from her the Oppor- tunity of serving her Friends. “The Company are meant to be entertained, and the better they are so, the more the Master of the House will be pleased. They were under a Con- straint, when everything was to come from the Hand of the Mistress; they did not care to shew they had large Stomachs, or they were ashamed to speak, or they were sorry to give her Trouble; so that half of them did not dine well. Now every one helps himself as he likes, and where he likes; nobody sees what he eats, and if he gives anybody Trouble, he is in the Way of returning it, by help- ing them in his Turn to any that is next him.” Concerning a Lost Art “ Bho ogg these circumstances, carving, natu- rally, became not only a fine art but actually a rite, and all the old cookbooks devote an elabo- rate chapter to laying bare its mysteries. It is

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& vs = “Oh, Pardon Me!"' Said Atiss Doris Rykeli, Withdrawing. “‘I Just Wanted to Give You TaeseCatis TaatCame In When You Were Out, Mr. Murtagh’ AR. JAMES J. MURTAGH, successful young Ni York builder, ran a muscular hand ig s thick and curly ‘black hair and the back of his office girl's as going to dictate a letter to mi contractor, telling that evasive and lilator scoundrel just exactly where he got off. Dear Mr. Nageleisen!’’ he sneered. He'd tell him. But English composition was not Mr. Murtagh’s ronghold his fierce grimace, failing of prompt Oo o pungent and daunting language, re- ed, grew wistfu His attention was refractory, e pre ed letter and dwelt on busy One Hurt ired nd Kightv-f rst Street under the office ndow, returned to the back of Miss Winona Frank- ! d went to considering that. It was a brow ead, on a straight and round neck that wed » sl shoulders. Had Jim Murtagh d he delinquent pl imber before him, he would e been stumped for words, would have spoken | I e compensating for any lack of e person before him was Miss Frank- d dded distraction—Jim Murtagh had long ‘ t r mind a communication to his office bookkeeper, his stenographer, his straw boss, ord, his Miss Frank Do ‘ 1 Winona at home. or Nona?” he ad ww, sweet and breathless voice. “ Don’t heing so sudden with you, but I better if we're not face to face, and | ought I would write vou a letter. I've been watch- bout vou ever since we started ese di ou to be The ind of the door opening behind him, and ting, caused Mr. Murtagh to stiffen. er Miss Franklin and was looking business man about to kiss his lel 33 DY slight shifting of his angles. he ed at once like a man betrayed into a suggestive de } Ss ve absorption in his work, reading tenographer’s copy over her shoulder. Miss ‘a | LM <h wi ee} ’ THE SATURDAY EVENING POST TTERSWEET

Doris Rykell, the telephone girl who served the several offices from her post in the general room out- side, was in the doorway. “Read what I dictated, Miss Franklin,” said Mr. Murtagh in a heartless tone. Miss Franklin turned her head casually; her brown eyes considered Miss Doris Rykell, distin- guishing that pretty blond lady from the door jamb after a mo- ment’s scrutiny. “*Dear Mr. Nageleisen,’”’ she read aloud. **The same address, Mr. Murtagh? Thank you... Dea Vr Nagele isen Do thev call you Winona at home, or Nona? Don’t be angry at me for being so sudden with you, but I can tell you better if we’re not face to face, and I thought I would write you a letter. I’ve been watching you and thinking about you ever since we started these jobs, and I want you to be ——” She waited with poised pencil, glancing mildly at her employer. He flushed hotly and his black eyes W idened. “Oh, pardon me!” said Miss Doris Rykell, withdrawing. ‘I just wanted to give you these calls that came in when you were out, Mr. Murtagh.”’ “Strike out the first part, Miss Franklin,” said Mr. Murtagh. “My mistake! Go on from ‘I’ve been watching you.’”’ He then dictated with the glibness of fury. “Send that to Nageleisen right away and register it, Miss Frank- lin. I’m going over to the jobs.”

December 6,19350 By Thomas McMorrow TLLVUSTRATED BY JAMES H. CRANK “There are these telephone calls, Mr. Murtagh,”’ suggested Miss Franklin, “I see they’re from the banks.” Mr. Murtagh snatched up the telephone. ** Let me have the Combination Bank, Washington Heights Branch, Miss Rykell. . . . The Combination? This is Jim Murtagh, the Murtagh Construction Company. Say, Mr. Betts, there’s a note of twenty- five thousand dollars due today. I'll send my girl down with a sixty-day renewal.” It Passed T. an Tuthili Lamar, i Who Pointed Excitedly, Jerk: ing at the Blue Coated Sleeve of the Officer Beside Him

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ‘You mean a check, do you not, Mr. Murtagh se like a de er before the hunt r he clo ed Lhe d Or amended Mr. Betts. ** Have it certified and here by abruptly, alarmed. two o'clock, please.” oo **Certified—and two o'clock? I don't get you.” Mr. Betts, manager of the Washington Heig \ “It’s our rule, Mr. Murtagh, that notes not paid branch of the great Combination Bank, caressed | 1 by two o'clock must be sent downstairs. But you bald young head and drew reflectively on his exc have plenty of time.” lent cigar. His manner was distressed and sympat! not , “Time for what? Mr. Betts, have you any idea ing, but unyielding, conceding that Mr. Murtagh’s >} that I’m going to pay that note? I told you, when position was unfortunate, but pleadi: we arranged the accommodation last February, that I'd take up the notes in October.” Wi “T see. You'd “better come ) down here at once, Mr. Mur- \ tagh. . . . QOh, indeed, yes, you must come here in per- son. . . . You'll be here? ‘W Then I'll hold the note on my 7), de k. And—hello, Mr. Mur- | tagh!—be here before two iy o'clock.” i “Well, can you beat that little rt) squirt!” gasped Mr. Murtagh { with transferred indignation. He was appealing to Miss Franklin, ’ who commonly joined with him in reprobating the ways of banks 1 and the ignorance and callous- } ness of bankers, but now he ‘ checked himself and withdrew Wi his gaze even while hers was warming in sympathy. ‘ Well, I'll go down and see him. I'll go over and see Bullen, of the Neigh- horhood Bank, at the same time. You can get me at either place. a, From there I'll go to the jobs, so I probably won't be back here again. } ‘Combination — Neighbor- | hood—and the jobs,” nodded i Miss Franklin. **Good day, Mr. i} Murtagh.” f “Good day,” growled Mr. fy Murtagh politely. He was all NW through with Miss Franklin, in ih that way. She had thrown cold i" water on him for the last time. I She was just what she looked r like—a cold and bloodless busi- 14 ness machine. He wondered how . he could ever have been such a { fool. Hf As he passed the telephone i switehboard, Miss Doris Rykell looked up into his eyes, and her 7 own of gray were soft and sweet. “Oh, hel-lo, darling,” she cooed. “T haven't had a chance to talk ' to you all day. Listen; call me up tonight about half-past | seven and we'll have dinner to- i gether. . . . Yes? Justa min- y ute.” Miss Rykell yanked a plug | and thrust, erying, ‘Go ahead, Mr. Jones!’ She had been ex- changing amenities with one of her many acquaintances at one of the many boards in the vast i city; Mr. James J. Murtagh, | who had halted shortly beside " her, was hardly aware of the | sweetness of her gaze and the i allurement of her voice before those qualities were banished and she was all business again. He walked on and to the door- | he looked across the room at Certainly Been a Wonderful Heip to Me"’ Miss Rykell, and their eyes met. t : . 1 1 . ‘ 4 4 . i Hers were apologetic and humorous, tentatively to do anything helpful. “I must do what I'm told, elk reprimanding. Questioning, the penciled brows were Mr. Murtagh. The committee on credits, down He contracted, but the eyes beneath were laughing into the main office, wants this note paid his. Mr.James J. Murtagh, successful young builder “T told you I'd pay you by putting a second mort- shouldering his way toward a fortune, caleulating gage on the house,” protested Jim hotly. “I can’t do such as Miss Doris Rykell at so many dollars a week it now! This is July, and the house won't be finished « and hiring and firing accordingly, stood now at gaze till October, and I've only four apartments rented way. As he was closing the door **l Certainly Hope You Find a Dandy Position, Miss Franklin, Because You've Continued on Page

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ned from sit to the r PT VEY had retur cence of the Villa d’Este d were refreshing them- ILLUSTRATED BY ARTHUR WILLIAM 5 ves in that pleasant garden makes the Hotel Russia so clement. Caroline é s in raptures. “Papa,” she said, “if you 1 take home the d’Est varde ns you would be ethu m sick and tired of Old Masters ‘ e grimy, and the people who sell them to you grin But one park such as that!” I’; afraid Rome would to part with it, eun- 1 her father. i t i is is Or- t vho | i « ‘ Fil t I I aga | ri ise en commanded to ) this impertine! 0 t ( aro ‘ meant nothi his I gh edt ‘ated = ’ iat tin a he rder he lida ‘ ex- 3 +} hea. ) lo rhe i es. Itadapts ) 1e mos pe us needs of ose who have ee 0 d of self-expre nh “ t} . llene d t th It round en he s ae ‘ hir em- ‘ t It ist dle oO surround en \ I mm murs vith coolness and shade, the posses- Sl if whicl mid the freedom of th € sth ecoln- pe e of the poor tte 4 atl ARTHU Ie Wilt Aw iit **Did vou BROWN I k that uy pur he? hel wie 30 1oe it mear | did not think it up. It is on of a great thinker | yonart. Inasmuch as | seem tmosphe re W he re plays so important a part, | m mastering the subject. The to master a subject is to studv.”’ Professor Eras- s Orson Fox explained. you've peen an | rone and read another book,”’ d Caroline. “Do you think you can learn every- 27 “4 { it OF DOOKS Where else?"’ demanded the professor, his lean, I dsome oung face very somber and serious. ‘ ‘ toappreciate beauty froma book?” i dong , | suppose you could read a recipe and taste the * said Caroline Caroline!” expostulated her mother. n't avoid my responsibilities,” said that young rn Her a young man all cluttered up th education, all of it secondhand, and most of it I I’m renovat ng him.” I } ¢ » Wish to be re novated,”’ said Erasmus Who said that about gardens?’ asked Mr. Luce. 24 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST The Hypothesis of Artemis “I Shall Go to My Room,"' He Said Coidly; ‘‘But Before I Gol Desire to Assure You That I Am in No Degree Inspired by Jealousy of Yourseif’’ “Elie Faure.” “Never heard of him; but when you come to think of it, he opened up and uttered quite an observation. Socialist, was he?” “Socialism,” said the professor, ‘‘is only the un- digested drippings of thought which seep downward from great minds to the masses. They garble what they cannot understand, and reason to false conclu- sions from inadequate conceptions.” “Gosh!” Caroline exclaimed. ‘* He goes off like a package of firecrackers. Put a pail over him, some- body.” “Mussolini found a cure for it, whatever it is, said Mr. Luce. ‘Mussolini operated to remove certain regrettable said Erasmus Orson. “* You cannot cure thought with eastor oil. Any effort on the part of the masses to think is commendable. I prefer the active, if erratic, efforts to reason by socialists and anarchists, ” symptoms,” December 6,/9350 to the self-complacent vacuity «it. By Clarence Budingtom Kellamd st « conenea vourgeoisie It is better to think wrong than never to think at all.”’ ‘“*Help! Help!’’ eried Caroline. **Doesn’t he know words and syllables and sentences and paragraphs! Oh! Oh! Self-complacent va- cuity of a contented BROWN bourgeoisie Whoops!” “Caroline!” expos- tulated Mrs. Luee. Anattendant of the hotel approached the group and said with an air of consequence, “The Marquis dei Pitati calls upon the Signor Luce.” ** Hedoes,eh? Well, fetch him right along, Giuseppe.” "Ree ie he, daddy?”’ asked. ‘“‘Haven’t the slightest idea who he is, but you may de- pend on it he has something to sell.”’ “Now, papa,”’ said Mrs. Luee, “you be nice tohim. Afterall, a marquis is a mar- quis.” **My dear, after careful consideration, I believe you are more than half right.” ‘Kiss his hand, daddy. Please. I want to see you do it,”’ Caroline said im- pertinently. A young man, tall, immaculately dressed and so handsome as Caroline to appear almost ef- feminate to American eyes, came from the door of the hotel and, led by the attendant, walked up the path toward the little party. He smiled as he approached, extended a cordial hand to Mr. Luce, and said in perfect English: **‘Weleome to Rome, Mr. Luce. We have a common friend in Mr. Valentine, of New York, who has spoken of you so frequently that I have hastened to make your acquaintance.” “Oh, Valentine, eh? Mighty courteous of you to eall, marquis. My wife, my daughter and Professor Fox.” “Charmed. And was the journey down from Flor- ence abominable as usual?”’ “Pretty stuffy,’’ Mr. Luce said. The marquis turned to Caroline and his eyes en- larged and lighted as he realized her loveliness. “| hope our poor Italy has been repaying you for your visit,”’ he said. “T have no complaints to make to the House Com- mittee,” she said, and he looked a bit nonplused. “Caroline!’’ admonished Mrs. Luce. The marquis turned to glance speculatively at the professor. Obviously he was endeavoring to estimate his position in the present scheme of things, with an idea of modifying his behavior in accordance. One h 1 =

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never could tell about professors. They might or they might not signify. “And you, sir?’’ he asked graciously. “* Undoubt- edly you find much to interest a man of learning.” Erasmus Orson felt a sudden wave of hostility against this handsome young nobleman, and while he fumbled for a suitable reply Caroline answered for him. ‘The professor,’ she said, ‘‘has abandoned eru- dition. He came here to be dusted off. I'm doing it.” “Ah.”” The marquis smiled somewhat vaguely. “It must be charming to—er—be dusted off by Miss Luce.” **He'll learn to like it in time,” she said. Dei Pitati became general again. ** This afternoon I have many engagements,”’ he said, *‘so | must not give myself the pleasure of staying longer. But I must make the stay of a friend of Mr. enjoyable if, in my small way, I can do so. Perhaps you will dine with me tomorrow evening.”” He smiled deprecatingly. “T have but an apartment in the city, for | am a countryman who must raise many olives.”’ Mr. Luce glanced at his wife and Caroline, but it was Mrs. Luce who responded. “We shall be de- lighted,” said she. “Very well, then. At nine o’clock.”” He handed Mr. Luce a card. *‘ My address. It is very easy to come to from this hotel.” the waist. ‘‘I shall look forward to seeing you at my table. Also there will bea gentleman to interest Profes- sor Fox. Doctor Cariani, of the University of Padua.” When he was gone Mrs. Luce regarded Caroline re- provingly. “Afterall, heisa prince,” she said. Valentine to be He arose and bowed from “I Wish,"’ Said Mr. Danvers, ** THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Mr. Luce was shaking his head. *‘ I'm bewildered. Is it possible anyone seeks me out who doesn’t want to sell me something? The smelling salts, daughter.” “Better wait, dad. Maybe it’s just his line. Go ahead and timeo a few Danaos.” ‘Eh? What? **Miss Luce,”’ said the professor “refers to the well-known quotation, ‘ Timeo Danaos et dona fi tes.’ Which signifies, ‘I fear the Greeks even bearit gifts.’”” *But the prince Is not Greek,” « Ypo tulated Mr Luce. *‘] must write some letters.” said Mr. Luce. “And I,” said his wife, “shall take a nap ‘Whereas, and on the contrary,” Caroline said, ‘| shall remain here, call the class together ar d de- liver the daily lecture.” She turned to Erasmu Orson. ** Pup | look upon your teacher: teacher, loot upon your pup _ ‘The pleasure I derived,” said Erasmus Orso “from the visit of that young nobleman was neg gible to the point of be ing nonexistent Caroline regarded him with some surprise Did | hear you correctly ’” she asked *My observation,” said Erasmus Orson, s that your ears are extraordinarily acute ‘It can't be possible! I have builded better than | knew. The young man Is ¢ xhibiting signs of je alousy no less! The academic calm is shattered; the schol- arly poise wabbles.”’ “Jealous?” The professor's lean, handsome young face became set with concentration. Here was a hew idle i Jealous! The di tionary sig’ cance oft rhe " d ment sen s ol imp ed | } ih corre ‘ I | lt d t so me pection, and he le ou ol hiv ‘ iy The ‘ ‘ () ‘ Wr ()I ‘ | i dit i i ()} ‘ ( ) \l l i | ” Jealo { j Yo ( PL i = 4‘) ‘ ! ‘ } ‘ nanne y GOT ' nd 1 ' if i are i 1 Wi a a Because | ‘ enable me ra ) In short ed or with vou tx ‘ ad Precise I e said l Lilment ‘ ilmost lam not jea ) You Would Taik Privately With Someone Eise Jo I Could Tell Miss Luce Stories’’ Centinued on Page 148

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‘niuiow tan tiacome §=OY Margaret Culkin Bannin 4 spo t | ised to ‘ wher people spoke ol ex st that they eant what the y said But expe nence is wear- littie thin. | nave heard so many ‘ ‘ that the, intended to spend less money, et go ol spending as betore l have said it self ni eurnesthness and 1oO 8 ic] slight avail. ce rit wonde r whether that besetting re- e, t t eonstant declaration on the lips ot nearly er rie s a defense reaction or a hang-over after extravagance or only a phrase clipped from the slang period. For though there is so much talk about ‘ é t 2e8. COT! parative few of them seem to j in the long run. Most of them pe unscathed, each one claiming that it should ‘ ei to lighter lr necessity, whose shears are always sharp and e, comes to the picture, most of the spending es 0 But seems to be accompanied just now by eal sense of worry. It is not, except in rare carefree or prodigal. After having been a er lavish, open-handed people, a definite reaction eems to have set in. A wave of thrift, a disapproval extravagance is pricking the conscience of the ile nation. It does not matter with whom you en to be or what their financial circumstances re K i vy in the timousines of the wealthy, you hear them grumble unhappily about the upkeep of The lad n the ermine coat hardly takes time for admiration before she begins to bewail its nd takes a vow to Spe nd nothing for the rest of ter rhe young se Keeper who fas ist hwo cht nn extra coveted piece of furl ire on the tallment plan feels ‘ ence-strickenin the e wa I v¢ one s t? bo N bods ee) to be getting much lt of spe ding One | hat, when ‘ rie The Saving Game VOALE of the ea ises for » his W ce spreadattack oF econo! e fairly ob vied and others not so clear No doubt, ihe re- ent sight of a great tide of easy money receding d failing to rise again { respons bole M ! wo) e have been nite ed for more . 1. yvenr, not only ty that catastrophe but by drastic business es and read just- ment Nobodv knew whose turn might come next. The hard-luck story replaced the story of success in the popular imagina- But the condition of the stock market is be- oming as much of a seapegoat as the war has been during the past fifteen years, and it is not fair to lay at those two doors. There are other rea- lor our present worry about the amount of ney we spend and the way we spend it. For one ¢. we have had money long enough in this coun- beyin to take Its possession seriously. As \merican methods of living are becoming more detinite and settled, we are worried lest we may have ent the twig the wrong way and developed a bad I t of profliga I sometimes think that the in- re ng popular knowledge of how much farther money will go in other countries has something to do °.83 2&2 242T7T & @ # BY THE SATURDAY EVENING POST TING BX _~ «se + Se eS with our state of mind, as well as the criticism of Americans as spendthrifts which has come so often and so mockingly from abroad. But the causes, whatever they are, need the close scrutiny of psy- chologists and economists. They can be reflected upon in tranquillity, as the results cannot. The thing that confronts most of us is only one result, the need for cutting expenses. That seems to be in the air. Who is doing it? How should one begin? How far should one gro? What is the proper way to do it? With all this smoke, there must be fire somewhere. To a great many people, economy is certainly no more than a gesture, and poverty only a word. I was at luncheon a short time ago with a young woman who has considerable sense of drama, an aptitude for the center of the stage and a husband who lost some money last year. She made a very sad story out of herself and her life—a touching tale of reduced cir- cumstances—and told how necessary it was for her to scrimp and save. I did not know her very well, and at one point in the narrative I really began to be sorry for her. But when five o'clock came she paid her bridge “4 debts calmly and sug- gested another game to o~ be scheduled on her re- ZY \ / ees turn from a week or two v Y . in New York, where she was going to buy some clothes. A maid then told her that her chauffeur was waiting, and as | hap- pened to go out with her, I found that he was wait- ing in a new ear. I spoke about that, trying to make a logical connection between the car, the prospective new clothes and what she had said about being poor. She told me that the car was really an economy and that she could shop more cheaply in New York. So I stopped worrying. She, for one, is off my mind. There is no reason in the world why the well-to- do should not play at economy if they want to. It has always been a favorite game with many of them. If now they want to increase its vogue and make it a more popular sport than it ever has been, that is probably a good idea. A fine technic in spending money ought to be as valuable as an expert game of golf, and it is vastly more impor- tant socially, because it affects so many people besides the spender. December 6,1930 ENSES The country still has plenty of rich people who do not have to cut their expenses. They may have lost some money in the past yearortwo. They may havesome depreciated stocks on their hands and have taken In spite of that, they still have plenty of money to spend freely—enough to take care K I N G some losses. of all their wants—and they have no chance, or at least a very slight one, of ever becoming poor or destitute. But so often the rich take money more seriously than the poor. When a rich man finds his income decreased he is even more susceptible to panic than a poor one without resources. He is ap- palled at finding that his expenses more nearly approach his income than they did before. Though there is no genuine need for worry, he acts as if there were. He picks on economies hastily, at random; too often with prejudice and uncertainty. He makes his charities suffer. He saves in ways that put people out of work. That is why this game of economy ought to be improved if the rich are to take it up in great numbers. The rules could stand some revising and publicity, and there are , those who are entirely com- petent to attend to the revision. Forthe re is prece- dent among the rich—and plenty of it—for a good game, ~~ \ Dilettante Economists { , y a of the wealthy L—~/ already play it very well. They find those things in their lives which are not only unessential to them- selves but will not deprive many other people of sup- port or maintenance if they are sacrifice ed. TI e\ lopoff theluxurieson which the fewest people depe nd for maintenance and those to whom they are least re- sponsible, They may give up a winter in Europe, but not the building of a new house. They keep on un- derwriting new enterprises, though they cut down on their hobbies and stop add- ing to their collections of rarities. I have seen a woman write a check for two thousand dollars for charity and refuse the next day to play bridge for more thana tenth of a cent. She said that was the highest stake f she could afford. As a matter of fact, she was not very good at bridge, but she was very good at the game of cutting expenses, The rich do not have to cut except as a mat- ter of personal disci- pline, or redistribution of expenditure, or ex- cessive caution. Some of them enjoy doing it and come to do the cutting foritsownsake.

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There is a latent touch of miser in almost everyone who has large possessions. Others do it with reason anda fine sense of social responsibility. But no mat- ter how they do it, they are guided by choice and not driven by necessity. So it is one thing for them and quite another for those who have no choice. There are too many of the iatter people in the foreground just now. They have sadly shrunken incomes or none at all. They have no jobs or only part-time work. The little money they have to spend will not take care of all their needs, so they must cut expenses whether they want to or not. Very often they do not cut wisely. Against those model but devitalized budgets in which, by spending a dime every twenty-seventh hour on stockings and a nickel every third day on amusements, one can keep clothed and decently fed and well read and supposedly amused, all the imperfections and incon- sistencies of human desires show up. A girl may walk to work, but she will not walk in cotton stockings. She may go without lunch, but not without a perma- nent wave. The motion-picture houses are crowded with men and women who look as if they could use the money they spend on tickets to greater advan- tage elsewhere. At least theoretically they could. But considering how little we know of how the gratification of desire affects morale, considering how relatively little color there is in most lives, I am not sure that anyone has much right to be dogmatic. One cannot enforce wisdom. When people have to choose between a dull necessity and a harmless pleasure, it seems to me that it is their privilege to take the pleasure, even if they must go without the apparent necessity. What a human body needs has been closely calculated, but no one knows yet what a human being needs. And if people who are hard pressed do spend money in ways that seem unwise, it is a ticklish business to criticize them. Unless, of course, they cheat. The line is definite there. If they are pushing the grocer to the wall by using money on movies that should go for food, or if they hang on to a ear and hold out on the rent, they deserve scant sympathy. Their attitude toward their expenses is fraudu- lent and no amount of defense or self-pity can make it anything else. Altogether too many people cheat in just such ways, and there is no more annoying, stubborn point of view than theirs. Cutting Till it Hurts {wy will always tell you that they are too proud to accept charity or too sensitive to apply for it. But they will take charity informally from the gro- cery, or the department store, or the dentist, and never quite face their situation fairly, which is one reason why it never clears up. They are in constant distress beeause they are never honest about what they can or can- not spend. Pretense with money is bad enough, but pretense without money is ac- tually dangerous, and only a stone’s throw from the kinds of dis- honesty that fill prisons. But if there is no such cheating and it gets down to a matter of denial somewhere along the line, each person certainly should be hisown best judge as THE SATURDAY EVENING POST to where his cuts shall be made. The margin of error is very small anyway, because there is so little money to spend in these cases. There is not much money, but there is a great deal of heroism being spent among people who really pinch and struggle to get along. It is always astonishing that many men and women have so little and yet keep self-respecting in appear- ance and manner. It is one of the major encourage- ments about people, as is the additional fact that the poor only cut down on generosity when they must. They can nearly always find something to give away. They take denial simply and understand that it is supposed to hurt, supposed to be more than a ges- ture. The cuts that they make in expenditures mean actual sacrifices, and whatever they may be, they should be regarded with respect. The rich play at economy and the poor work at it And then there are all the rest of us. These have been troubled times financially, and no group has been more worried than all the people who are neither rich nor poor and who spend, I suppose, most of the money in this country. They are the men and women who have a large earning capacity but small reserves, those whose expenditures chase at the heels of their incomes or get a little ahead and set the pace for the incomes. They are also the ones who talk most about cutting expenses and seem to find it hardest to go about it. In the large, motley crowd they make up, you find those who have lost some money, but still have their heads above water; some who were for- merly quite rich, some who were poor last year, peo- ple on salaries of all sizes— business men who are not magnates, professional / y, men and women,and most € \ - \ of the married people who 4 % live in pleasant but not ‘ magnificent houses and ly apartments. Their in- fy & mr comes range from a few to many thousandsa year,and they spend accordingly . financially nervous, they are ina bad pocket. They are afraid that they are spending too freely. They want to stop, and vet they feel themselves going on against their own best judgment. They talk about cutting and really wish that they could do For their expenses oppres ther Ihe \ pend wit? a sense of something like guilt, and when they do spend they react immediately into that greatest com fort that comes after extravagance that of pinehing a penny hard. Beyond a doubt, money dominates their lives. Not that they want it to he ». There are any number of intelligent men and women who re sent having to give up so much time ind thought to expenses But thev se« no WAV O The Race Between Income and Outgo yee illustrative cases are legior Coie an only sum up the average situatior that of a married couple who are spending more mone than they think they should. The man has a good earning capacity. He may be a doctor or an engineer or a lawyer, but at any rate he knows that he can make money if he lives, and he has provided enough insur ance to take care of his family if he does not. H ed, and he es pects to make still more moneys He has probably income has increased since he was mar taken some losses. He and his wife have children and are ambitious for them, as well as eager to be well regarded themselves among their own friends. They entertain more or less, have a good car, or possibly two. The wife usually does not do much housework but at least she manages the household and keeps up a certain social position which dema il good elothe « variety { them i club or i place in the — 7 eountry during “) ~ \ fa he summer. Seal wn orupand A | : pending tore cl mone The thing which they have in common is that they are not threatened by want nor are comfortably affluent. They feel that they should cut their ex- penses, but they are not actually forced to do it It is strange to see the general abandonment of that old theory that it was ill-bred to talk about money. If it were not for the inte rpolate d discus- sions of sports, | sometimes think there would be hardly any subject for ordinary conversation ex- All roads and all themes lead quickly to it—politics, travel, education. We are always talking about the cost of these things. What one spends for food and clothes and amusements is sup cept money. posed to make interesting conversation It does not, of course, but people go on pretending that it does. There are not many misers among these people who are neither rich nor poor, but nearly every one is money conscious. They feel themselves ridden by expenses. And, at a time when the country is We are a vavs dee ding to less mone * a friend of n Ihe ‘and l alwavs go it the ously To see what | doesn't seem to get anvwher if I do feed the familv toug! and turn off lights unt the house looks like a tomb, and don't ! e anvthing to wear Do vou have to cut | SKE She said worried], Wi } ‘ o save more John works so hare 1 he vetting o awfully well, but what he makes alw eeMS SDel before he makes it I don’t know ere t goes I reminded her that the nad rood time s the went along and a very pleasant home * Yes,” she agreed t mut ‘ dea what costs.” | had a pretty fair idea. Her husband, with his salary and his bonuses, was probably making fifteen Centinued or Page 157

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST FOUNDED A°?D'! 1728 PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY INDEPENDENCE SQUARE PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA, U.S.A GEORGE HORACE LORIMER, EDITOR In the United States and Possessions: Fiwe Cents the Copy, $2.00 the Year 2 weekly issues Iwo Yeers for $3.50. Three Years for $5.6. Remit tances by Postal Money Order, Express Money Order or Check In Canada and Newfourdland (including Labrador Ten Cents the Copy $3. 0@ the Year, Two Years for $5.58, Three Years for $8.00, in Canadian or United States Funds In Argentine, Babame Islands, Bermuda, Bolivia, Brazil, Chile, Colombia sta Rica, Cube, Domimicen Republic, Ecuador, Guatemala, Haiti, Isle of Pines, Jamaica, Mexico, Nicaragua, Panama, Paraguay, Peru, Republic f Hoodeuras, Salvador, Uruguay and Veneruela: Ten Cents the Copy $4.06 the Year. No reduction for longer periods in Continental Europe and the British Isles: $6.00 the Year. No reduction for longer periods in al ther localities: $16.60 the Year No reduction for longer periods Remittances from outside the United States and Canada by Postal or Eapress Monewv Order by Bank Draft. payable in United States Funds PHILADELPHIA, DECEMBER 6G, 1980 Shifting the Tax Burden to America Y yas American publie is again being subjected to a barrage of propaganda on cancellation of war debt. Eve ry so often a rebombardment de velops. In the nature of the propaganda, the noise is consider- able, but the projec tiles are few. Such projectiles as trike show evidence of foreign fabrication, with here ind there an apologetic American shell based on foreign design. The present bombardment was ap- parently undertaken because of the European im- pression that business depression in the United States ould be used as an argument for cancellation. In consequence of the worldwide depression, the export trade of the United States has declined, like that of other countries. When the « port trade for 1930 is analyzed by commodities and quantities, rather than by values, it is found that the real decline less than the apparent reduction: also, reduced exports of a few articles have unduly colored the picture. Nevertheless, our export trade is less satis- factors than we should like to have it. It is urged that if the United States would waive payments due us under the war-debt settlements, the ex-Allies would waive the payments due them from (Giermany; then enterprise and trade would revive in Europe and extend from Europe to all parts of the world and be reflected back to the United States. In this formulation it is suggested that the United States must take the first step and that it would receive the largest gain. But even if cancellation hould stimulate exports to some extent, it would be heaper to get along with a little less export business, than to DUY a problematical increase at a cost of eleven billions. At no point is the propaganda conducted along es of strictly economic reasoning. The proposal ides a postulation of direct re lationship bet ween r-debt settlements and reparation settlements. he interested Europeans have invented a slogan— a factual, if not a legal, relation” binds the war-debt ettlements of the United States with the reparation settlement s of Germany. This factual relationship is THE SATURDAY EVENING POST sheer verbal nonsense. The only factual entity lies in the understanding between the Germans and the ex-Allies that they will insist on such a relationship— a European concordance of pretense. Neither the sums involved, the circumstances under which the obligations were contracted, nor the stipulations in the settlements furnish the slightest warrant for the suggestion of a factual relationship. Nor is a factual relationship in the least demonstrated by the pon- derous pronouncements of the official representatives of the European countries. The hope of establishing a factual relationship springs not from the transac- tions themselves but from a totally different cireum- stance. The United States entered the war late; on account of which a financial impost is to be applied. Paradoxically enough, on the face of the propaganda the Germans, who lost the war, in effect agree with the ex-Allies, who won the war, that we should be penalized for entering it late. If the sums due the United States under the debt settlements were suspended, the net result would be the shifting of Germany’s reparation obligations to the taxpayers of the United States. Germany’s creditors have convincingly asserted that the pay- ments denominated under the Young Plan lie within the normal capacity to pay of Germany. Though not declaring that they possess no capacity to pay out- side of their receipts from Germany, nevertheless they hope to make their payments to us contingent upon their receipts from Germany. If this could be arranged, the taxpayers in the countries entitled to receive reparations from Germany would have no obligations in respect to the commitments of those countries to the United States under the war-debt settlements. If Germany were relieved of her repa- ration commitments, her taxpayers would corre- spondingly escape. If the United States did not receive the sums due under the debt settlements, the American taxpayers would assume an added burden. As we recall it, the sum normally due us on debt settlements during 1931 approaches $250,000,000. This is a considerable sum, even in a national budget as large as ours. Disregarding the mechanism of payment of the national debt, in effect the credit incorporated in the sum received under the war-debt settlements applies to current expenses or public improvements. The country would have that much less in gross revenue for the year with which to cover retirement of the national debt, payment of current expenses and outlays for public improvements. Ad- ditional revenue would need to be secured. With sus- pension of war-debt-settlement payments, the coun- try could expect no reduction of income taxes, but an inerease instead. In the final analysis, therefore, the net result of cancellation would be to transfer the burden from the taxpayers of Germany to the taxpayers of the United States, with the taxpayers of the countries with whom we were associated in the war more or less passively and, so to speak, complacently witnessing the transi- tion. The implications of cancellation are wider and deeper than the transfer of tax burden from Ger- many to the United States, but in the present junc- ture Americans should clearly envisage the net result of the suggested rearrangement. The Burden of Accidents OST people know that there are more automo- Mine accidents on American highways every vear. But they probably do not realize that these accidents cost hospitals $7,000,000 a year in unpaid bills and that our enormous medical facilities are being taxed by the increasing number of emergency- accident cases, Police-court evidence goes to show that the careless motorist, if he ean escape criminal prosecution, leans confidently on his personal-liability and property- damage insurance for protection and freedom from worry. Would he be so quick to drive heedlessly if he December 6,1930 knew that his insurance premium would soar with every case of negligence chalked against him? As it is, he pays no more than the careful, sober motorist, who, therefore, is being taxed for the recklessness of others. Hence a double purpose would be served if insurance companies could distribute the burden more equitably—that is, raise the rate of the driver convicted of negligence and lower the rate, corre- spondingly, of the careful fellow. A law recently enacted in the province of Ontario provides for a merit rating system under which motorists whose operating record “has shown them to be extrahazardous risks for the purpose of motor- vehicle liability insurance” are to be classified ac- cording to the degree of their negligence and charged a higher premium rate in proportion. This law seems worthy of consideration by our states. We are told that only one man in twenty ever has a serious accident; but as it is now, the nineteen are paying the freight for the one. Politics and Taxation \ A TE DOUBT if any light is shed upon a compli- cated subject by the attacks which a few poli- ticians make upon the Treasury Department almost every time that taxes are refunded to large corpora- tions. During the past fourteen years revenue receipts have been $44,032,371,357 and refunds $1,254,317,890, or 2.8 per cent of the amount col- lected. Additional assessments have been $5,345,- 202,277, or more than four times the refunds. This does not look as if taxpayers had been unduly favored, and the figures carry on their face ample evidence that Uncle Sam has been getting about all that is coming to him. We do not mean to say that every final adjust- ment of a dispute between Treasury and taxpayer is the last word in the fine perfection of justice. But it is preposterous to suppose that the Government can take, vear after year, in one single form of tax, largely from the wealthier corporations and individ- uals, an average of more than $3,000,000,000 a year without making many overcharges as well as under- charges. This must be so, in view of the necessarily arbitrary methods which the Government is com- pelled to employ so that nothing shall interfere with the immediate payment of taxes. To insure a measure of rough, ultimate justice as elaborate a system of checks has been set up as well can be conceived. There are various boards of review to be passed and no refund of more than $75,000 can be made to a taxpayer until it has been submitted to a joint and bipartisan committee of senators and representa- tives. It is true that the Secretary of the Treasury is a rich man and he is identified with a few corporations to which large refunds have been made. But to gather political capital out of this fact is a sorry business. Thousands of other corporations have re- ceived refunds, many of them larger. It is no crime for a Secretary of the Treasury to have amassed wealth or become associated with successful enter- prises before he assumed office. We do not see how it is possible to have a man in this position, with any previous experience of value, unless some of the business concerns with which he has been affiliated render tax returns to the Government. A pauper might make an excellent Secretary of the Treasury from the viewpoint of a Communist, but we do not know anyone else who feels that way. The collection of such vast sums in taxes is an intricate and difficult task. It is a job for experts, subject to review by Congress and by the courts. If there have been any sinister injustices, it is amazing that they have not been brought to light. But merely to keep implying that these refunds indicate such a condition without adducing any facts to prove what is imputed is, to say the least, a pretty small way of helping to improve our taxation system.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ILKINSON, as we shall designate him, is vice president of a great met- ropolitan bank. It happened to be at the exact psychological moment that I called on him in search of further light on a finding sponsored by the American Bankers Association that the 24,000 banks in this country are giving away $300,000,000 annually in the form of free service. On Wilkinson’s desk lay a telegram which he had just received from a correspondent bank. He handed it to me with a meaningful tone in his voice when he said, ‘* Read that.”’ PLEASE HAVE SOMEONE MEET RONALD LENIHAN DAWSON ARRIVING 4S FIRST CLASS PASSENGER ABOARD STEAMSHIP LEVIATHAN DAY AFTER TOMORROW STOP DAWSON IS SON OF ONE OF OUR BEST CUS- POMERS AND IS RETURNING HOME PENNILESS AFTER ESCAPADI WITH DESIGNING CONTINENTAL ADVENTURESS STOP PLEASE SUP- PLY HIM WITH NECESSARY FUNDS AND PUT HIM ABOARD TRAIN FOR HOME QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE AFTER ARRIVAL STOP IF ADVISA BLE HAVE SOMEONE ACCOMPANY HIM WEST USE OWN JUDGMENT ABOUT THAT I read as follows: ‘IT don’t suppose you ever suspected,” said Wilkin- son, when I had finished reading, ** that it could pos- sibly come within the recognized functions of a bank to play wet nurse to gay young blades who get into hot water with conniving European women. Well, here’s the proof of it, and there’s nothing we can do about it, either, except to carry out the request to the letter. Or at least, almost to the letter. We shall have someone at the pier to meet Mr. Dawson. We shall hand him $100 in nice clean bills and a ticket to his I By James R. Crowell home town. We shall be courteous, solicitous, accom- modating. The only thing we shall not do is send a guardian along with him to see that he gets into no more trouble before reaching the paternal domicile. That's rubbing it in just a little bit too strongly.” It wasn’t clear to me why a bank with resources of about $500,000,000 should feel obligated to give all this attention to the young man here fictitiously referred to as Ronald Lenihan Dawson ‘* Because,”’ explained Wilkinson, “if we don't turn handsprings and jump through hoops to keep in the good graces of our customers, along will come more obliging souls to walk away with them from under our very noses. [t's all a matter of competition. This resulted in banks’ getting so far out of character that the first eternal clamor for business has many founders would never recognize their own children Service, service, service. A few years ago the ery was Now the banks are wondering how they can get rid of the biggest white for more and more forms of it. elephant they ever had on their hands.” Fuller, to give another banker a name, has charge of an important branch bank located in a semi- residential semibusiness section of the city. One day while I sat chatting with him on this same subject, he happened G BANKING oO giance throug! y artition inclo is office and hiv dressed woman heading our \ \ faced little girl who seeme« old toddled along at her side ‘We're about to yet a heavy Fuller The young woman swept br Mr I'm awfully sorry bright- young it four year whispe red we are again Fuller announced know y , , vou ou won't mind just tl Fulle rsmilingly assured her he w n't. whatever it was, and after a few more words the voung woman withdrew W he nh she to obtain for him a statement or had rone Fuller dire bal- her average ance maintained by his caller “ shall Mrs and reported that the daily average for the month name Lewis. In afew moments the secretary returned was $37.48 ’* asked Fuller two for five dollars (ny ove rdrafts ‘Ves said the Honored?” Yes, sir.”’ and one for twelve dol- secretary. Continued on Page 103)

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30 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6, 1950 POST SCRI Contractibility

( | } Crude Tactics | I" } - ; HE emergence of the table TIHE innocent babe, from the coat closet. The ad- Though small and weak, i tment of the cover. The Can hold its own J 1 7" " , eee e tape at the corner. The lady With a lusty shriek ; %) the low chair. The yy! A man can de al ement to the sola The move- artirars A mighty whack ent aw from the sofa Che _ hus | 4 To keep his own iN fora pencil he sharpening } ; hs vee i | . Or get it back; . ithe pencil. The breaking of the § The low curse. The agree- And women hold | about the Vanderbilt con- By stratagem ) tion. The argument about the What otherwise i \ = ’ ual re Che lady who insists on the Were lost to the m. ry } re being kept! two. The thin- ; i . , P ' But those who find i el pert v oO pDaVS a the ane < ! ' ‘ . : These tactics crude \ ; smo iub The tting f the ards I'he And alien to | : 1 4} , The f Their age and mood, ‘K fale efor ' th er . , ( ise sta with ‘ ker e Tat | Should pin their hope who breathes through his in-

‘ hile meditating. The nerv- On harps and wings, hostess who isn’t play Ing and For the y'll be robbed H, oks over shoulders The double Of earthly things. | The revoke. The college boy and —Angela Cypher. im) | who come In iate The re- . Be me at a eae Phe fat Modernizing Longfellow | ans explanation ne great si- a bis os The bitter word of the thin- ‘Not Even a Little Chicken, Doctor?"’ Ree EEN the bridge and the i] ped man. The attempt to add dinner, when my muse is be- 4 ip the scores The a ward of the prines. The supper Heartburn ginning to sour, a sense of oppression forewarns me; | Che good nights. The discovery of the prizes by the 1 am in for the children’s hour! From my study I i stess. The loud curse of the host. The two a.m. W; ARE reunited, hear in the hallway a noise growing less remote, as t e winners phone. The hate chorus. I should now be happy, blithe adolescents gather to pester an aged pote; a ' —~THomas L. Masson. But, with love requited, viggle and then a silence, confirming my sad surmise You seem awfully sappy / | }

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ADY ma new dress, | You come quite helated. Ti ll me, was your entrance Premeditated ? —_ Virginia Leddy.

ABOUT all this country needs now is some - bullet-proof innocent bystanders.

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Ubangi Mother to Daughter: ‘‘Now Don’t You Give Me Any of Your Lip!"’ “You Knew, Maybelle, the Influence of a Good Weman Could Do a Lot for Me"

that they plot a descent on my sanctum, to take me by surprise. A sudden rush from the The Young

OOK not askance when they shall come doorway, a burst of cacophonous din, and the 4 Bravely, singing in the sun, week-end playmates of daughter come romp- if Who have not learned yet to be dumb, ing happily in; Thomas and Richard and Who have not learned yet to be still, Henry give tongue with a joyous hail, but the But move as grasses on the hill female wing of the party is brasher far than Who, though they die, must dream and fill the male; I see a hilarious trio all set for their Their lungs with wind, their throats with laughter! girlish fun—cute Connie and boisterous Betsy,

Oh, never doubt that they will learn ; and Winnie the witless one; they climb on my

They will grow silent, slow and stern ; desk and cackle, they swarm all over my chair; Though they walk where the golden hours burn, rT ee “go” if I try to escape they restrain me, they seem The shadow, Age, is stalking after! ‘ to be everywhere! They muddle my books and

— Frances M. Frost. ee (Continued on Page 60)

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— —<——— ete — THE SATURDAY EVENING POST The soup that brings you |5 vegetables! 1 wish that these were magic boots -. » To sail me high o'er sea and air, tC ‘ APE mPa’ For | could go around the world coe ur Sour Cor And find my Campbell's everywhere | MEAL-PLANNING The more you hear or read about correct diet, the more you realize the importance of eating plenty of vegetables. Every expert on nutrition, every professor in our schools and colleges, every editor of the home economics pages in the magazines—all are preaching this gospel of the wholesome and health- giving qualities of vegetables.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST DEATH VALLEY ‘ ( ur ¢ vautle i ad went uj ding to the sunkel! | é t vi h les to the ist t et d t ‘ " st ‘ rh wice i det treme | ) of ‘ i and went ‘ I i Piutes Is M si ome P ed Hum-n the ed s ¢ " the aur a \ 4 ae a. = ‘ :* ad x - re a a nS » ~_ ‘ Death ed “ ind said Hullo a { ‘ , ‘ oo Ke fie RB ‘ ome oO L t ) >The el (ira i ‘ ! ‘ ed floor toward the f ‘ ed phoards the wee ores VAS i ged . Alls \t the far end of ‘ d ineled seat extended ‘ 1 ar of a splen- | ‘ eather seat ‘ 0 eot along ‘ ed wit bedd r ee } ‘ ‘ | t ‘ A Desert House Party ‘ folded s ! He ed V here'd ( | } \ ¢ | Le hes Valley Scotty's Castle. ' By BOURKE LEE I said, “‘We went down the canyon just about We didn’t want to move in on chow time last night Scotty, and “Why didn't you come in ‘ We rot houses all ove! the place, all We vot lots to eut We Look at the groceries What'd you do that for?” said irned over on his side to look at me empty He waved an arm b irde ned shelves You couldn't eat wil thre You food we ve vot What'd you camp for should have here.”’ | said Campin’! Don't you drive by All right 1 said. Worry ‘ eome it I'm sorry we didn't snorted Seottyv. restless on his cot. here to go campin We ing about coming wont.” in here! You should've seen the crowd left here a couple of days ago.” I Si d Reno gards and his thanks. He had a fine time down here I saw Jay in He sent you his re- wit ou You heard about it.’ said Scotty I vuess they all had a good time. I don’t know how many there vas: | didn’t meet over half of them. They came in th automobiles and five-ton trucks There must have been forty or fifty of them. They had their part n relavs. We gave ‘em beds—we had cots all and fed We don't entertain anvbody. them amuse We have over the place ‘em, and let themselves gruest house with its own kitchen, and we give uu a piece of bacon and a bag of flour and some eal ind then. if vou starve to death it’s vour own fault You should have been here for this part you might have liked it. They was a lively bunel Scottv bounded up from the cot. He asked, Want to look around the era aS house P- le went to the sereen door and bellowed for someone We went out into the patio and Scotty went after a guide to show us through the house. The tiles of the patio ran in under the back wing of the house to wouldn't starve if we The Clock and Chime Tower are on the Right December 6,1930 pave an open patio lounge. My partner went in through an insulated wall from the lounge. ** These are the refrigerating rooms,”’ she said. ** Look, this is room, and that door must the freezing room. lead into It’s big enough for a hotel.” Scotty returned with our guide. Scotty said, ** The bell will ring when it’s time to eat. . Tell the cook to take good care of these folks. Go ahead and see the cuckoo house. I'll be around. We spent two hours exploring houses of Death Valley Ranch. The then bare of furniture, but our examination of the decorative details ‘ time. The beauty the cool I got to write some letters. but I'll see you.” the rooms were absorbed of these dwellings | in the desert is in their complete- ness and simplic- ity. The Castle 1 ERY room is 4generous in and well lighted with- out being flooded with Sort dimensions glare : color tones flow through the build- ings. Doors ure heavy and hand- and pierced with thumb The great wor k ¢ d W rought latches. exposed ceiling beams were adzed and brushed and burnished to old age by hand Men's hands cre- ated thestair rails the metal work about the lire- places the weather vanes thew indow grilles the wall fixtures. hundreds of The earved woodwork is redwood in gray greens and quiet browns. The tiles, fountains and . dull red The builders caught the desert colors and imprisoned them within high, thick walls. The brazen colors are captive in the tiled baths. There should he loud singing in the bathrooms of Death Valley Ranch. Our guide did not have the keys to the rooms of the stable. walls, light green, faint blue spread munificently on floors, fireplaces, are gray, dese rt harness He put boxes under a window the Racked saddles sat in long rows across the interior of and we stood with our noses against panes. the building. We were kids looking in at candy One end of the stable was a temporary lumber- vard. Another wing of the stable was stacked roof- high with bags of cement. ‘There's ten freight-car loads of cement there. We brought in eighteen carloads before the railroad from Beatty Our guide said, to Bonnie Clare was tore up. They wanted to save the long haul in trucks.”’ And now you don't need it,’ I said. ‘Oh, we'll use it. We'll probably run out. There’s the swimming pool and all the tunnels to go in vet.” “Tunnels?” * Yeah. made. All the houses will be joined by underground Joining the houses. The plans are all passages. One’'ll run from the main gate under the swimming pool into the big house. In case it rains I guess.” I said, “Oh, yes. In ease it rains.”’ Continued on Page 34)

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> : . ; va Continued from Page 32 Wi the tunnels will be pretty, too,”’ said the vuide ‘ ive little grottoes and waterfalls é ored ks with different color electric lights My partne 1,‘ What a perfectly swell time the | le He Sil | urope now buy- \4 aeh the h ¢ ] +} 7 \\ ¢ mi GOW ee’ was hnrougn the length of rit etweet the stables and the big Wi pi ex, tW reat red- eaded tanks awalt- became gasoline bunkers i ys i l ed raions whet they were te nderground ( rst power-house installa- ) \ mpiet vit t higt speed Witer wheel 1 were itor adiong ! KS of storage batteries. Water, Water Everywhere WwW ER has varied uses on Death Valley Rane lt furt es power for the water-driven electri- wainst the Deat! Vallev wall of the room. A rock fountain with a pool and grotto s recessed under the broad st e which elimbs to the balcony. Ihe rude | e Toul und score of ets sprayed pward, to a4 ice dowr the walls of the grotto. The m of flowing water covered the rock surfaces nd brought the rock to glowing ife. The wks were sper and their sheen burned With ou MG ie we eln hed to the paieony above the ng room and passed through bright and air- wept ¢ Amovers tT the br dye whiecl erossed the oto the ss nd storv above the patio lounge. NI re hambers with wa -lengt! A ndows and fire- ies. Our feet never left the warm red tiles. \lore bat} riddy with gaver tiles Deep outdoor t ) ened non the chambers and passages The Living-Room Fireplace in the Castle h. of the origit power plant. It drives power tools the shor ind in the private workroom f Seot 2 ‘ Water lies under terrific head in iwh-pressure pipe t 1p e fire-fighting equip- ent ig the ! TouNntaINS Aas a cooling system for the warm months of summer, to hii the swimming poo to irrigate the trees and vegetable p rdens lo serve Lil domestic uses. Water dresses the gravel about the ranch, the hills and slot ind thes en garden with its luxuri- int green. Vegetation thrives on the desert so long is is i rety. The Death Vallev Ranch is supo ied with six hur lred raiions of water every minute by the springs of Grapevine Canyon. Seotty was writing his letters in the main room of the big house as we went through. The living rool e two stones hig! and a balcony surrounds t on the second floor Seotty sat at a small desk THE SATURDAY EVENING POST led to the music room. The music room held a pipe organ and two grand pianos. From the music room we entered one of the towers and descended a spiral stair into a well at the base of the tower 4 door let us out into the quad- rangle \ ear drove into the ranch and stopped ut the garage beside the supe rintendent’s house. The mail was in. Scotty came out to the garage and joined us. SCOTTY pawed through tall stacks of letters and pu ked out a few « nvelopes which bore the secret high sign known only to Scotty's friends. The arge mail he threw in a pile, dis- remainder of a carded Scotty's fan mail comes in by the sack \l- most none of it is read. but it comes in from all over the world, and also comes in handy in start- Ing a fre. SCOUTS read the letters he had selected and Thompson, the superinte ndent, opened a Tono- pah paper. Thompson said, * Listen to this.”’ He read the paper aloud. It was all about Death Valley Scotty. Scotty was installing the most powerful radio broadcasting station in the world on his ranch in Death Valley. He was about to conduct a religious revival. Scotty stuffed his letters in his pocket and said, “Give me that paper.”’ He snatched the Directly Behind Scotty is the Gasoline Storage House paper from Thompson's hands and started to read the article aloud. Seotty did not read aloud long. Reading aloud, he could not read the Scotty story fast enough. He read it to himself, snorting his way through the lead story on the front page around his castle.’ read Scotty *° re says the fence is to keep the broadeasting nuts in and all other nuts out.’"’ Seotty laughed heartily and flung the paper at me “That's what I told them in Tonopah,” said scotty." Scotty was well ple ased After lunch we sat outside the garage and ‘ sav good-by. We took a last look around and got in the ear Scotty eame over and leaned on door. Scotty said. ‘Well. what do you thir k of the | > CnueKOO TOUseé I said, “I like it. I don't see anything cuckoo about it. Yannh!" said Scotty. “ You're just like all the rest. Everything's all right while vou're here, ; and then you'll go away and laugh at us.” ‘Why should I laugh at you?” | asked. “Everything here belongs together, and it all fits the country. I like it. If I didn’t, | wouldn't say so.” ‘Scotty is building a high wire fence ure looming in a golden mirage on the Americar ilked tires and automobiles. Later we began to December 6,1930 Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and Their Famous Partner In Kansas City, on February 4, 1930, the press wires hummed with a great news story. In hun- dreds of newspapers throughout the States crash- ing banner heads flared: DEATH VALLEY SCOTTY'S GREAT WEALTH WIPED OUT Desert MILLIONAIRE CLEANED O1 Srock DEALS ARE BLAMED; Hints HippEN GoLp MINE Witt Give Him Back Ricues; Rerurninc West SCOTTY CASH-SHY; ENDS PARIS TRIP W Hooper ts Over; Heaps ror Deatu VALLEY; Sace or Desert Goes Back To His HippeEN MINE FOR More Goup Scotty was back on the front page again and his world-wide audience was reading about him and wondering about him again. Desert men scratched their heads and chuckled and said, ‘‘ Well! Scotty's done it again! The Death of a Legend ~ ®igwies stepped in deeper. Scotts told all. He \J had no mine. His partner, A. M. Johnson, had furnished all the money Scotty had been spending The Chicago financier was Scotty’s mine. Onee more the news columns ran up Scotty’s publicity mileage in an exposé of the Death Valley hoax \ legendary figure tumbled into the dust. Editors deplored throughout the nation. Desert men of the Death Valley region were perplexed by the hullabaloo. ‘What's all the fuss about?” they asked. **Was there anybody that didn’t know that Scotty never worked a mine in his life? Miner! Why, he don't know what a mine looks like!” There was pathos in this dénouement. The miracle man of Death Valley was no longer a mysterious fig- horizon. Seotty, it seemed, was just a desert char- acter with a gift of gab. After twenty-five years this was the last ballyhoo. Perhaps. Scotty arrived in the West untouched by the scathing criticism heaped upon him, unaffected by the derisive cries of hoax. He was as brisk and gruff and hearty as of old. To him, his going broke across the front pages of all the newspapers, the rebuke and censure directed at him beeause he had admitted his dependence upon the finances of his partner, were just parts of another Scotty story. In Los Angeles, Scotty stayed in the headlines for eighteen days while The Reeord ran an illustrated story of his life. He was shorn of his golden aura, but he hoped to recoup. And then this impoverished desert man called for an express package and displayed a Scotty bank roll. There was twenty thousand dollars in the roll, and (Continued on Page 60

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P xvVvil HE sun rose next morning upon a new world for Eddie Riton. If he had enjoyed publicity by reason of Tommy’s manipulations, he now was sim- ply inundated by a rush of public interest. Articles carrying his name appeared in the newspapers, and these articles he read for the first time as they appeared. When he queried Tommy about this strange affair the manager merely smiled and said: “The day after we bought you from Olson, I sold your by-line. Some ghost writer is turnin’ out this stuff at so much a column an’ you got to go for it. I guess you'll get by all right.” Talking-picture people came to Eddie and wanted to take his picture in various poses and various places. He was asked to express his opinion upon everything from the tariff to Great Britain’s position in India. Whatever he said was printed. Whatever he did was told an avid public. Wherever he went camera lenses followed him. He received letters from all over the world. And when he subscribed to a clipping bureau, each morning's mail brought him dozens of pictures of himself and clippings about incidents in his life which to him were utterly strange. A large vaudevillesyndicatemade him a proposition of ten thou- sand dollars a week to appear upon its various stages. Pri- vacy had utterly deserted him. Wherever he went crowds gathered and pointed him out. He wassuddenly become public property, and while this feature somewhat pleased his vanity, it neverthe- less became a heavy burden to bear. The attitude of everyone but Seale Murphy and Tommy seemed to change toward him. Even his old friend Olson looked upon him now with a noticeable admiration. ‘Il always dreamed of you as champ, Eddie,”’ his erstwhile manager smiled. ‘* Of course, in the old days I thought I'd be managin’ you. But as it is, I’m still damn glad to see you sittin’ on top of the flag- pole.” ‘**T guess you know how I got there,’’ Ed- die grinned. “Anyway, I'm there, Oley, and if you can use it, it’s yours to use.” ‘Bradford’s goin’ to run out on me,” Olson said matter-of-factly. “It’s a cinch he'll sign his new contract with Murphy an’ his gang.” “Has he told you that?” Eddie asked in high interest. ‘**No, he hasn't told me. But you laid your finger on the root of the thing the night you fought Scripps.” ‘You haven't had any proposition to match Brad- ford with me?” Eddie asked. ‘*Nary a proposition,”’ Olson sneered. ** Scale Mur- phy knows where he stands. That night you saw Bat over at the Manazita Club, there was an agreement made between those two birds. I suppose Seale put plenty of dough on the line an’ my kid fell for it. I don't blame him a whole lot, at that. Since the night he knocked out Fetter he’s had five fights and knocked out every man in less than three rounds. | might make him champion of the world, easy enough, if | got a chance to fight him right. But I'd never get the chance, an’ the kid knows it. Seale Murphy probably told him they'd never promote a fight with you unless he was under their management. He figures he can lick you, Eddie. An’ I suppose he'd get a lot more dough as champion if he was under their THE SATURDAY EVENING POST By CHARLES FRANCIS COE 5 TRA T E OD B Y a He Was Down Again in the First Minute of the Round, and the Tumultuous Uproar of the Crowd Made a Din Through Which No Coherent Thoughts Came to Him management than he would under mine. That's the way he figures, an’ | guess he figures pretty near right.”” “It’s rotten. crooked business, that’s what Eddie protested angrily Suddenly Olson laughed. “Rotten enough and crooked enough he said to make vou a million dollars inside of a vear' Those fellows are iwful anxious to get Bat Bradford. ‘cause thev know he’s ’ | really achamp. He'll lick any man in the ring today Eddie. Mark my words on that “I've heard you say it often enough, Oleyv.”’ Eddi smiled, ** but don’t be too sure that he'll lick any mat in the world. I'm not such a bad fighter ting better all the time ‘*He’s too strong for vou. kid. Too strong at too tough He's got natural coordinatior It’sa gift that only champions have. An’ when they have it they don't need anythin’ else—brains or anythin’. He’s a natural-born champ an’ I don't know how vou ¢ ould get past him “Neither do |,"’ Eddie admitted, “but | got a hunch I'd find out how if | ever go him in a ring.’ ” R. BA i Ll Is.” G a nw the game fa riven to] P the right, and ve their right. He himself whe | and adi rat I And i 1d which crookedne Vas out wed t ery por the ‘ itself one else throug! a champlor And the profited according (Wf Battling B j ford he had mad champion Now it re ‘ ring to steal tl his management seeds which O vated Something of t! 1 it t part asserted itself t ure rhe he met Tom: I conference thie eld You know mit frankly after the matters | dor putting or (liey 0) What about testils He colle us when we bought did ‘ “That part ddr slowly but what al t Bat Bradt EK verv bod, _ M ‘ We a ~ ‘ | Oley Olsor our bank rea ‘ think of othe ‘ I ibly You lav off thing over with \« ‘ promote a champiol Bradford, he kt VOrrvin vou. or me ¢ | 1es rhe \ I ‘ Why should Why don't we What probably Knoch If | got that commu | inswered What good ise it Right now there fight between Bradford and me. H what somebody w cdr fall downst irs, or get pe Continued on Page 39

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Continued from Page 37 What would we do then? There ain’t another fighter in the world that you could ballyhoo into as big a gate as you can Bradford. I want to cash in big, Tommy, and so do you. Pretty soon the outdoor season will be over. Then what'll we do? Try to run an indoor fight for the heavyweight championship? It'd cost us a fortune!” Tommy was regarding the champion intently. This line of reasoning he seemed to consider foreign to anything he previously had discovered in the youngster. “'There’s a lot in the wind,” he answered slowly, “that you don’t suspect, Eddie. Don't be worryin’ about that open-air season. Don't forget that all over the South it’s warm all winter long. How do you know but Seale is figurin’ on a big championship fight in the South? Down where the rich people go an’ everythin’ is for sport. You could get fifty bucks a head at a show like that an’ pack 'em in from all over the world. Don’t be worryin’ so much about the busi- ness angle. If Scale don’t want to sign him up now, sit tight. Scale knows his racket better than you do.” This was as far as Eddie could go into the matter without disclosing what actually lay in his mind, and he feared speaking of the two months still remaining during which Battling Bradford would be under Olson’s management. To talk of this thing might focus previously unattracted attention upon the matter and heighten the possibilities of losing Brad- ford, if that fact already had not been accomplished. So he let the matter drop. However, he left a parting shot with Tommy which the manager did not easily dismiss from his mind. A shot, in fact, which Tommy promptly carried to Seale Murphy and the two pon- dered in worried fashion for some time. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “All that’s pretty good stuf Eddie said to Tommy. “But get this: I'm the champ now. You can’t unmake that, Tommy. And before you sign up for me to fight anybody, Bat Bradford or any bod) else, you've rot to have my name on the dotted line. Put that in your pipe. Don’t sign up, Tommy, unless you talk to me first. Maybe that'll change your attitude a little bit toward Bat Bradford when Seale finally does come to the point where he wants to sign.” When Tommy had left, Eddie promptly called the various newspapermen who proved available and suggested that they come at once to his hotel room for the first actual, bona fide interview he had given as champion of the world. They came. To them Eddie issued a statement to the effect that the one outstanding contender for his newly won title was Battling Bradford. He said that he was anxious to fight this man and lamented the de lay already shown in signing up the match. He implied that promoters other than the Manazita organization already had agreed to post huge forfeits to secure the bout, and intimated that if the Manazita organization did not soon have a definite announcement to make he would negotiate with these other promoters Immediately following the appearance of this interview, Tommy and Seale Murphy called upon the champion. Murphy accused him of being un grateful and lacking appreciation. Tommy accused him of trickery and charged Oley Olson with some sort of chicanery with Eddie, the purpose of which had not vet disclosed itself. In return to these outright accusations, Eddie flared up and indicted both men with trying to steal from the management of Olson the outstanding con- tender, Battling Bradford You mind vour ow! HDusine ' ix him when this charge w mac§e i. ¥ signed up for a solid five vears if we don't agree to it, vou can t fight under im Yes, | understand it Eddie thundered And let me give you a pointer. If I don't fight, nobod makes a nickel. You, or Seale. « Bradford body else W here are you going to tw nt Tommy The answer to this was so obvious that neither mar attempted to deny it. They tried olery and tempted to point out to Eddie that he was permit lovalty to Olson to interfere wit} vn best UW terests. When they took t} ne the disclosed t hand and Eddie thundered | ry K at then “Then you are going to ste Mat Bradford? | that the situation? ‘I wouldn't call it stealin’ anybody,’ Seale qua fied. “We vot a big sportin’ orva ation an we rut the fight racket around this part of the country. It's all right to be loval to Oley Olson. but he never got fighter any where in his life Bradford is a natural comin’ champion, with all kinds of dough to be mad if he’s handled right. Who are you goin’ to be | to”? Olson. and leave Bradford broke’ Or Bradford an make every body some money Why ean't you be fair,”’ Eddie demanded in sign for this Bradford fight while Bradford ati] managed by Olson? That'll give Oley his eut, and he certainly deserves it.” ticrl hef ‘] couldn't promote birthday anyway,” Seal Murphy wu ted | may take this fight South next winter “Certainly,” Tommy aug “That's just what I figured vou'd do, Seal Don't you see, Eddi ’” he tned te explain to the boxer. ‘ There’s a lot of angles to a thing like this. If we sign within the next two or three months with Bradford, then our ballyhoo is all gone when we actually want to promote the fight “Of course.”’ Seale went on hopefully. | don't want everythin’ definitely sewed up six or eight months before the fight could take place Vhen the ballvhoo be rins ] want to have a lot of injuncviol taken out to trv an stop the fight i Want to Keel] **Don't Get Up, Eddie,"* She Said. ‘‘This Man is Going to Leave Us Now. There is Something Else I Can Do. And I Know What it Is!"" faked up hot I hhicits ag tT it

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ey hadi een,’ Tommy howled, “you'd ever have got out of the basement, you big bum!” Eddie controlled himself Never mind that,”’ he ed am out of the basement. That’s what we »goon. I'm sitting right on top of the flagpole Tommy. No matter how I got there, I’m there. I'll say who I talk to me in the future regardless of what you write into a contract. (nd if | make up my mind not to fight, nobody gets a t You're not going to run me like you used to. mpion of the world now, and vou can take it any Cue § dde i ‘ ched out and ca ight Tommy by he said quietly Is in too good a ht now. We'll talk this over again later on.” \s they passed through the door, however, Eddie Anything I say later on will be 1 said right now If that Bradford fight comes tT t all, Olsen cuts in for his full share as Bat’s xvii FINE next day Eddie Riton was approached by a | ive lawyer whose interests lay in legal protec- the Manazita Club. He invited Eddie to and the fighter, presuming that this lunch- ild be productive of inside information as to Seale and Tommy might do, gladly accepted. You three boys,” the lawyer started gently, “got ng foot. That's all. I’ve seen it happen times. You know how it is: You're an athlete tine physical condition—a great world’s champion Ir. Riton—and naturally you get a little bit tem- eramental now and then. It is your right to get sensible person would deny you it. On the other hand, Seale Murphy has a ve commereta! institution out of which he must ke money for his stockholders. There is a business old man, whether they be profes- oramateur. Unless someone willing to finance sporting contest Ls able protitably to sell tickets to he general public, then sport, either professional or iteur, must die on our hands. As a heavyweight umpion of the worid, you are one of the very few ding exponents of sport. Anything which you o interfere with the general tenor of sporting ents is certain to react unfavorably, not alone yourself and close associates but upon sport ‘ rie Eddie listened to this diatribe with careful pa- ‘I guess you're itely right about that. But it still don’t change r. For the past few months I've been man- and Seale Murphy. I'm perfectly sirnlie d wi en he anSsSWeE red d by Tommy ed tl half of the fights | won to get this npionship were downright fake fights. I’m not ire that all of them were not! Even if what you say is the truth,” the lawyer pted cautiously, “that fact did not react to disadvantage, did it? Try and consider, old he commercial aspect of these sporting events. You are now a heavyweight champion of the world. \ very rich young man, with every likelihood of ng a great deal richer. Five years from now, he longest, a new champion will usurp your posi- the pubtis eve and you will have become ten. That is when your money must truly be ind there must be plenty of it. Otherwise ven the fans themselves would put you down for | admit a frank admiration your principle in the matter, Mr. Riton, but - , huld direct your atten what thev eall a sucker ion to the very essential and commercial facets which must be considered.” It isn’t morals that bothers me so much,”’ Eddie uimitted frank ‘This y. is strictly business. Don't that every dollar I got gave Tommy and Seale fifty cents. This fight with Bradford is a million- dollar ot and I know the ones promoting it are ooked. Olson is my pal. Either he cuts, or there’s fight. It don’t take a lawyer to savvy that one.” rhe manner and the voice of the lawyer altered somewhat under this vitriolic comment. Perhaps,” he said, his tone steel-like, ‘‘there are imber of legal phases to this controversy which ve not impressed themselves upon your inexperi- enced mind, Mr. Riton. It might be helpful to you f, as a lawyer, I outlined your exact position in this 1m the viewpoint of the courts. What money THE SATURDAY EVENING POST you have made from the boxing profession might easily be taken from you for violating the terms of contractual obligations now in existence.” “It's a great thing,”’ Eddie smiled through a sneer, “to be able to spill talk like that. It sounds good, sounds convineing. But there’s something about this affair that maybe you also don’t understand, Mr. Lawyer. I can't argue with you in legal terms, but | can throw facts in your face that nobody'd want to go to court with. How good an investment would a tight between me and Bradford be if the general pub- lic knew that I was framed into the heavyweight championship? Would that do boxing much good? How much money would Seale Murphy's stock- holders get for the next two or three years if I told what I know? Do you think, in the face of a situa- tion like that, Scale and Tommy would want to go to court and have you throw your highfaluting legal phrases at the jury and the general public?” ‘You wouldn't be foolish enough to do such a thing,’ the lawyer interrupted. ‘You couldn't be that foolish, young man. Why, it would blacken your character forever. You've appealed to the American public as a fine, clean-cut athletic young man. Plenty of courage, plenty of intelligence, and the heart and stamina of a champion. In addition to that, the sweetest and most romantic of love affairs has characterized your public life. You and Linda Belledu have become the sweethearts of a nation. Such talk on your part would make it mandatory upon this girl to drop completely out of your life, and Seale and Tommy and myself have a hunch neither of you would like that. We found out a few things up in that littke dump called Hooker's Falls, where the young lady lives under the name of Betty Stanton.” Eddie's jaw set. *‘ You keep your mitts off Linda telledu,”’ he snapped. ** You'll not drag her into your crooked schemes.” ‘Drag her in? Don't be barmy, my young friend. She already is in. Have you forgotten the perfectly legal five-year contract you two made? For five years neither of you must marry. For five years you are tied solid. How will she feel when you show up a crooked champion and put the interests of a fight manager ahead of her own?” ‘Never mind that stuff,” Eddie grumbled, though doubt was suddenly apparent in his voice. “I'll find a way around that somehow. Anyway, you wouldn't dare go to court.” The lawyer shrugged hopelessly. “‘ I'm afraid,”’ he said, ‘that you have a very severe lesson coming to you. The importance of signed legal documents seems lost to your imagination. Scale Murphy and the Manazita Club, my clients, will undoubtedly take you into court and force you to box for them under the terms of their contract with you. I'm sorry about this, Mr. Riton, because it will ruin your public standing, deprive you of hundreds of thousands of dollars which might just as easily be yours, and in all probability ruin your pleasing romance with Linda Beiledu.”’ There was an ominous note in the lawyer's final words. Eddie never had considered his relationship with Betty Stanton in the light of a romance. Now, suddenly he did. He knew that out of a legally arranged and fortified publicity compact had come to him genuine romance. He loved Betty. Thought of separation from her left him weak and helpless. ‘Beat it!’’ he said to the lawyer. “‘Go ahead. I’m on the level with that. Beat it! I’ve got your kind marked down in my book and I won't erase you. You go back and tell Scale and Tommy that I’m getting in touch with Oley Olson and laying my ecards face up on the table. You tell them I won't fight Battling Bradford unless he’s under Oley Olson's management when the fight takes place. As for Linda Belledu, you’re just cockeyed. That girl don’t care anything about me but the publicity we get to- gether. I don’t flatter myself the way you flatter me. As far as the contracts with her go, the most anybody can lose is five thousand dollars. I'll pay that rather than let Scale and Tommy cut Olson’s throat.” > xIx W# EN the lawyer had gone a cooler reaction did come to Eddie Riton. He sat alone in his room for a considerable period and turned over and over again in his mind the swift developments which had December 6, 1930 taken place. The various business angles of the con- troversy, he vaguely felt, would adjust themselves under the guidance of Oley Olson. But there re- mained the problem of his relationship with Betty Stanton. Surprising as it was, the lawyer for the enemy had succeeded in waking Eddie for the first time to his love for this little actress. Too, the lawyer seemed certain that the girl would resent anything Eddie might do which would break the contract between them. He intimated very clearly that he would predicate a lawsuit against Eddie upon any violation of this contract. There was no doubt that any sort of scandal would be worth far more to the parties in- volved than the mere five thousand dollars which had been placed in escrow. The lawyer had placed this controversial sum at a quarter of a million dollars. Even in this day of tremendous prosperity, such an amount rather staggered Eddie’s imagination. To Olson, who arrived next day, Eddie opened his heart. “I’m your pal, Oley,” he said fulsomely, *‘and I'll never do anything to cross you up. What- ever they can trot out in the way of contracts or busi- ness tricks, I'll meet some way, even if I go broke doing it.” *T know you will, kid,’ Oley nodded understand- ingly. ‘I'm ready to go all the way through myself. Bat Bradford has come clean with me. Scale has offered him fifty thousand cash for signing a new contract on his twenty-first birthday. With that dough, he guarantees, in addition, the heavyweight championship, even if they have to frame you out of it. That gives us plenty to fight with.” “IT was sure they'd made some play like that,” Eddie nodded. *‘And now there’s a new angle I want to talk over with you, Oley. I guess maybe you'll think I'm loony, but I can’t helpit. It means every- thing in the world to me.” “What is it, kid?’’ Olson asked practically. “It’s about Betty Stanton.” “Yeah?” Olson said. *‘Go ahead. What about her?” ‘Well, Oley, I guess I've fell for her all right. I know there's nothing to it, because she’s young and beautiful and got a lot of talent. She'll probably marry some highbrow, and that’s about what I'd want her to do. But I can’t help lovin’ her.”’ Olson lit a cigarette; in his customary manner, be- gan pacing the floor. ‘Have you told her you love her?” he asked after a moment. “It wouldn't do any good, Oley,”’ Eddie answered. “Tt ain't myself I’m worrying about. It’s her. | guess I just been a fool about it, that’s all. It had me before I realized.”’ Yeah?" Olson asked. ‘Say, listen, kid; some- body married Seale Murphy, didn’t they? Half the gangsters in the world have got wives. If they just happen to feel like it, I tell you, women will marry anybody. How do you know Betty wouldn't marry you?” Eddie smiled wistfully. ‘*‘ You got me wrong, Oley,” he went on. “It ain’t that I figure on marrying Betty. I know my place. But I do want her to like me. What worries me most is that if you and I battle Seale and Tommy, they'll drag Betty in. That pub- licity contract we signed is good for five years. If | force Betty to pull out of that they'll sue me for a quarter of a million bucks.” Olson paced some more and puffed somewhat ex- citedly at his cigarette. Silence was between the two for many moments. Eddie sank onto the bed and dropped his face into the palms of his hands and sat there dejected and somewhat hopeless. “You know what I’d do?” Olson asked after a time. ‘What?’ Eddie queried. “I'd go right to the girl herself. As you know, I never had much faith in women. But that girl is a good clean kid and I'd go to her, Eddie. Lay the sards on the table. Tell her just exactly what we're up against. See what she'll think about breakin’ a contract with these crooks.” “That wouldn't do any good,’ Eddie grumbled. “Don’t you see, Oley, they'll sue me for a quarter of a million for breaking the publicity contract? I guess it’s worth that much to them to lose all that pub- licity. Not only that, they'd sue her too. She’s in a (Continued on Page 161 !

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6, 1950 Among the AC factory-equipped cars are: BUICK - CADILLAC - CHEVROLET - CHRYSLER - DE SOTO - DODGE BROTHERS - DU PONT q DURANT ESSEX - HUDSON . LASALLE - NASH «- OAKLAND -«- OLDSMOBILE - PLYMOUTH - PONTIAC .- VIKING mn) 5 iy) > ore than two hundred leading] A, * manufacturers have selected dl | spark plugs as factory equipment, =» and for one good reason...... | = i dj f Ms { The Standard Spark Plug | of the World | j wl N| { /, \ * of | i ) 4n uncertain spark causes hard \ i starting, slow pick-up, loss of power 1) } " A positive spark insures instant starting, oe i swift pick-up, better engine performance oO } i AC is known and accepted as the better spark plug operating economy and improved engine performance. H because it assures easier starting ; ick- a - i! fuel , mad faster pick-up, Op putting in a new set of AC’s—no matter what make i greater tuel economy, smoother engine ° ; i i i} ° ; ngine performance. of spark plugs you may now be using—you will im- I Although AC’s function so much longer and better than mediately note the difference. ordinary spark plugs, factory service engineers re ‘ «2 . ee . a‘ a = : = oe recom AC Spark Plug Company, Fiint, Michigan mend changing them every ten thousand miles, for better ac-sPHINX, Birmingham, ENGLAND AC-TITAN, Clichy (Seine), FRANCE 4 } s Isowolt, the new, patented mate- AC is the only spark plug manu- AC has 35 times better electrical More than 200 of the world’s most AC Spark Plugs are carried in rial for electrodes, is employed factured that has the patented, conductivity because of the elec- successful engine builders use AC stock and sold by more dealers exclusively in AC Spark Plugs. gas-tight, one-piece construction. trical welding of side-electrode. Spark Plugs as factory equipment. than all other makes combined. | SPARK PLUGS SPEEDOMETERS AIR CLEANERS OIL FILTERS FUEL PUMPS GASOLINE STRAINERS AMMETERS OIL GAUGES THERMO GAUGES GASOLINE GAUGES COMPLETE INSTRUMENT PANELS

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST NOODLE By J. P, MCEVOY ILLUSTRATED BY ARTHUR WILLIAM BROWN Bobbie: You're the Kind That Fails in Love and Pays Your Own Taxi Fares. Betty: I'm Just as Glad. I Couldn't be Hard if I Wanted To PAST HII with i hee Me ON- SU vi LITERATI From Variety HE phenomenal Mister Noodle is giving them [[[sinetin to talk about while they tear their her- rings at Sardi’s. Just a few short months ago Chie Kiley was dodging pineapples in Chicago. Today he is dodging publishers, producers, booking agents, contracts, bonuses, testimonials and the radio. New York has gone Noodle. Paper weights, blotters, cabaret dolls, station- ery, chocolate bars, balloons, pennants—everything you buy or steal today seems to be paying royalties to Mister Noodle. Nothing like it before in comic-strip history. And do the other pow-and-wow boys burn? What I mean! (From Walter Winchell’s column Ankle up to Reubens’ and get a load of the new sand- wich—the Mister Noodle Special. “There's ham in it,”” winces Harry—Abe Kabibble— Hershfield. I EAR MEMBER: The guest of honor and prin- cipal speaker at the next regular lunch of the Dutch Treat Club will be our new member, Chie Kiley, creator of the new sensation— Mister Noodle. GrorGE BELLAND, Secretary. From the Neu : seen at last night’s gala premiére at the Ziegfeld Theater were Jimmy Walker, Princess Matchabelli, Lillian Gish, Paul Whiteman, Chie Kiley, Al Jolson —— I EAR MR. KILEY received from you any response to our invita- tion, sent to you a short time ago, to furnish your family-lineage for First FAMILIES OF THE UNITED STATES, it is presumed the matter has been York Eve ning Sun Since we have not as yet record overlooked. Kindly permit the suggestion that the opportunity afforded to have y ved in ty pe, and in the standard genealogical without due our family data preset work of America, consideration of should not he waived its value to future generations, as well as to your im- mediate family. Please do fill out your questionnaire as ¢ ly arty abs your convenience permit. R. BUFFINGTON SNIFFEN, Director. The Select Compe ndium of Lr may wcan Genealogy. From Vanity Fatr We nominate for the Hall of Fame, Chie Kiley he is the latest of the Chicago shock troops who are taking New York: because he is the creator of Mister Noodle, rapidly assuming the proportions of a national menace; but chiefly because, through the homely medium of comic art, he is interpreting the American Seene with a crude realism that is pregnant nificance . be caus with psychotherapeutic (From Rian James’ column in the Brooklyn Eagk . « « Tapped for Frank Case’s Algonquin Rout Table, Chie Kile Attila of the New See Mister Noodk ookle-ookle is gr psychothe rapeulic signilicance, sez ou, Vi teh—tch. thie Whose every From the New York W Ave! Mister Nooput An Inquiry Into the Lrrefragibl By William Bolitho Ten ‘** Bolitho writes like a man from Mars.”’ Ralp and Walter Lippman on alternate Tuesda days ken a t mystification of orbital aberrations the T Swims into our new plane ‘ iring ¢ Lips before throne of esc us of tortured ellipses Minotaur, half bull, half: American ideolog Nister in the wilderness, eating t fame, preparing the wa peradventure, if you Gold!’ ld will grant you, a Fool's Gk FeS,, and who will bid guerdon of fools aiwa the as did wild fool on the stool st the louring brow manner Measure fo with immortal finalit | fear the earth earth i frowns from our hig! that Jove walked wit! ? " cr] wit the daughters o Gold? FeS VW i}, n, brewed the rods age ol Goitterdimmerung +} twilight | ld and ¢o Mister (uMII Hilo! oop, Cal EAR SOL: Looked : Biot East and p Name John Gordo! j the Art Institute. Tx 7 he got kicked Plenty what the doct Tor Heidelberg picture IPO! out hi orde red the Centinued on Page 47

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THE SATURDAY Continued from Page 45 a week, and let him think he was the months, two-fift, going to design scenery and revolutionize movie jndustry. When he finds paint all his graphed once out that hes going to to be the masterpieces lass, and tl probably on photo- thrown into en ash can it will break his artistic heart who ” He ought to be a kne Munich and Germany, and besides, | was ol has wk-oul for tthe all that his work, and it “are a student in knows part saw that good, old-fashioned realism we used to see in the Can't find young artists who Well Turner Hall barrooms like that barrooms any more either The New York office has a lunch appointment for me tomorrow at the Astor with Chie Kiley, the bird who does Mister Noodle. I think we ought to work fast on him. Since he hooked up with that New York outfit, it’s been going like wildfire all over the country, paint any more vou can't find the and some other is going to grab off the pic- gang rights if we don’t step on it. Considering the tremendous publicity value of the name, | think we he to up high hundred- thousand-dollars guaranty and even give him a cut on the profits in addition. Of course, I'll get him for less if | can. Will keep vou advised. Sailing for Paris Saturday, lle de France, meeting Stalinsky there and It’s all fixed with the Soviet for six months’ leave of absence. ture would safe to as as a ro bringing him right back. liow about having him direct Noodle as his first production? Regards, JAK1 RLES KILEY **Because You are Weak, Chic I Need. Not Mean, Just Weak and Stupid I Don't Want Anything Except the One Thing You Won't Give Me Mr SUPER JouHn Gor FRATURI HoLLywoop ( / RAR DADDY) I was thrilled by Formed this means so much to vou. You've ad you left the institute Mav be ie Aner Anyway, | hopeso, and I hope that you will write and tell me just what vou are doing, and all I would like to do the same for vou, but | don't think you would understand it. I don’ stand it myself. Although we have been down here only two months, | can hardly remember now what it was to live in Chicago. That was like a slow-motion kind a merry-go-round. Take the money alone DON, s STUDIO, ALIPFORNTA, your wire | such a hard time since this is what they call, out in Hollywood of a new day about it. t under- dream of some Here everything is as crazy as where it \l- Wwe ure il- Just imagine, daddy Neck cost was hundreds in Chicago, it’s thousands here though Chie is making it hand over fist ways head over heels in debt Cireat { 0 the house we live here more a hundred of it. in inh he owes Ne \ Yor} <Peems to te thousand. and But t vervbody t eourse than for most then, evervbody ir } seems to owe st SUCCESS and I Can't Go On Living Like This the Assurance EVENING POST tKInY OF lot I'm alone wit! of them. it rardenet wl 1 Tew the ilwayvs "

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THE FORE! 8y EVERETT RHODES CASTLE O TELUS TRATFE DO BY RAEBURWN VAN BUREN SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6, 1930 him, he is still able to open his mouth, | should only talk in the future like a deaf m—mu—with my fingers.” “Five and six is a pretty stiff handicap. Witkout Stopping to Think or Reason, He Hurled the Ballat the : } Splash of Colter. All Suppose we —— */ y the Peat-Up Emotion “They tell me he is a golf player,” his ‘ of the Afternoon client went on with a snort. ‘I suppose + Ptewed Sate Gite Hom he tees his ball up in the rough an’ calls | all the shots he misses in the sand traps practice swings.” { “T’'ve heard that, for his age, he’s a i very good golfer,” said Mr. Brodie reck- ‘ed lessly. Mr. Bullfinch reached the top of the stairs and, with a sigh of relief, rubbed his steaming forehead with his right elbow. **How could he be?” he demanded heatedly. ‘‘How could he like the fresh air an’ the sunshine an’ the birds, an’ still stick a knife in the back of somebody that never did any- } thing to him? It ain't sportsmanship. Understand r what I mean, Brodie? How could I be the kind of a fella that always counts my strokes in golf, an’ at the | same time, v'understand, kick my ball out of the tall grass in business?” “Cheek,” murmured Mr. Brodie. Mr. Bullfinch replaced his green-and-white- } checkered cap, removed during the process of mop- q ping, and nodded. : “Anyway, why should we spoil a wonderful after- noon by talking about business?” he observed. ** We og fresh air, Brodie. It agreed on five strokes on the first nine an’ six on the y eA makes a man young’ second, didn’t we?” , a again. It puts back “I—] ’ began Mr. Brodie, the golfer in him Cal his faith in human struggling, for the moment, with the salesman. nature. Almost I can forget there “Check,” said his client decidedly, and moved | are people in this country so hard away in the direction of the first tee. | up for business, y’understand, that It was then Coincidence, in the form of Hubert they should be going around saying J. K. Sparks, head of the new-business department that a piece of candy turnsa person of the Atlas Advertising Agency, stepped into the i into a side-show fatty.” picture. With him was a HERE. are no available statisties on the prob- Mr. Brodie nodded hastily. The opinion tall, gaunt man with a long, able occurrence of an active Coincidence, but it _ his valued client entertained of the makers straggling gray mustache ' may be safely said, as is said of the hate of an of Pals Cigarettes was well known to him, which looked as if it spent \ elephant, that when one occurs the situation is as it was to everyone that Mr. Bullfinch most of the time locked up ii 1ught with interest. came in contact with. It was usually in a clothes closet. } William Alexander Brodie, vice president and ac- never expressed in less than thirty-five ‘ Continued on Page 52) Mi int exeeutive of the Atlas Advertising Agency, minutes and often carried on, with appro- y me out to the first tee of the Seekowkie Country | priate gestures, to an hour and fifteen \ (‘lub with his highly valued client, Mr. S. Bullfinech, minutes. On one occasion, when president of the Wet Smack Corporation, makers Pals brought out their new slogan— of that famous five-cent bar of the melting, health- Pick Pals Instead of Paunches— Mr. building combination of milk chocolate, yeast and Bullfinch had continued, without aisins known as Wet Smacks, without a care in the interruption, for two hours and five minutes in the loudest barytone at had just signed for a simple bowl of crackers his command. and milk for himself—for Mr. Brodie took his golf “Thank heaven there’s no wind,” very seriously—and a bowl of pea soup, an order of — said Mr. Brodie brightly. ‘** Wewon’t breaded pork chops, a vegetable salad, a large wedge have any trouble on No. 7.” of apple pie a la mode and two cups of coffee for his ‘When the candy business gets so client. He proffered and had accepted a very large bad that I gotta go out an’ tell peo- ind expensive cigar, also chargeable to Client Enter- ple that they shouldn't wear hats tainment. The valued client had slapped him jovially because it makes them bald,” went tha } ] 1 on the back as they strolled along the cinder path on Mr. Bullfinch heavily, ‘‘I should it toward the caddie house and proclaimed that there be in the fresh-flower business, or was nothing like a little fellowship in business. something.” The sun was shining brightly. It shone equally I'll give you four strokes on the ipon Mr. Brodie’s earnest, freckled face and the first nine and five on the second,” = = } right orange sweater of his client, which changed offered his advertising counsel cun- p it beaming gentleman into a perambulating Flor- ningly. ‘What say?” da fruit poster. It kissed the worn driver which he “T'll take five on the first an’ six iy vung nervously before him, even as it danced upon on the last nine,” Mr. Bullfinch : he heavily plated club heads which protruded, in agreed absently and then went on: eemingly countless profusion, from the huge bag “‘Asfar as I am concerned person- which his client cheerfully dragged behind him. ally, y'understand, it don’t make no The thing I like about golf, Brodie,” panted Mr. difference. With me every knock is ql neh as they turned from the caddie house and a boost, Brodie. But just once—just i to mount the stairs toward the tee, “is that it one little once—I would like to meet i ¥ es a man’s mind off his business. Understand this fella Peterson that is head of i [ mean, Brodie? Out in the open where there the Consolidated Tobacco Company. any balance sheets or even a big sugar inven- Only once, Brodie. If, when I get “After This, Don’t Shout at Me Just When I Am About to Play. to bother about. Just sunshine an’ birds an’ through telling him what I think of Y’understand What I Mean, Brodie? It Makes Me Nervous"’

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 51 If your Digestion is Bad... read what this famous physician says His advice is simple: Keep your digestive system clean with fresh Yeast ) Ww" LDN’T you welcome relief from indi gestion... from unpleasant breath, coated tongue and discomfort after meals .. . if you | could secure it without “dosing” Ww th a simple DOCTOR CHERI BINI J va that physic lans evervwhere advise ° Professor of Medical Pathology at , = . the University of Rome; Physician P| Then imagine vou are sitting in the office of of the Dispensary of King U mbert« one of the foremost physic ans of | urope and Queen Margherita Dr Prof. Dr. Cherubini, of Rome. He says: “The be M1V assim late sits nutriment from the Lorenzo Cherubini is a Knight of the Italian Crown. He maintains hi own private sanitarium in Rome ntestines, \W hen ndigested food residue 1s per : . mitted to accumulate there, ‘In the treatment of intestinal and digestive listurbances an invaluable aid is fresh veast. \ | } ndertul abilit nal lim) ist Nas the wondertul ab Vy to make elim nation easier . . . to suppress intestinal putre faction and improve digestion. It is one of the r S mplest, most efficacious sources of health.” The reason is that tresh veast, unlike laxatiy drugs, actually strengthens the tired ntes THIS IS THE WAY your intes tinal tract looks with the X-ray tinal muscles. Contaminating wastes are sof Digestion is upset when poisons ac j } ] - “a . thar . cumulate here bresh yeast heeps tened and gently expelled. The poisons that were ‘ " this vital area healthy and clean vour indigestion no longer torm. schmann’s Yeast stimu gastric juices. Each cake of Fletschmann’s Yeast, vou know, is rich in ¢Aree vitamins often lacking tn the diet B,G and D. At grocers’, restaurants, soda fountains. Send for booklet. Standard Brands Incorporated, cgs Madison Ave., New York. Fresh Yeast “tones up’’ Stomach and Intestines, physicians find! D: PaoLvuccl, famous Ita im inne hical teacher and hospi ity, report | navy ] 1 fr tal head, declares: “Fresh veast strengthens and purifies vear It keeps tl the intestines. Stomach secretions are increased, appx } appearance fresher iN digestion improve . .. the individual's My own doctor a ed Fleisct mann's Y east write \ilan (.ra ‘“‘My stomach was upset,”’ writes Miss Dorothy Granger of Hollywood, Calif .*‘Several friends Ir Chappaqua, N. ) ! felt s 4 had been advised by doctors to and dragged ‘ Yeast cleared ‘ eat yeast. I decided to try it.. up my troubles (Right) Mr. Craig 1} My stomach trouble vanished.’’ shows a very pe rf way t it (Left) Miss Granger shows how Fleischmann'’s Yeas lissolve thousands eat Fleischmann’s water (hot or cold y ca Yeast — just plain, breaking off small pieces from the cake. —- any way you like , shes a da tore or between meals an at bedtime —=— Fleischmann’s Yeast is fresh yeast — the only kind that benefits you fully. Eat 3 cakes every day!

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Continued from Page 50 vas waggling his driver after the un- ud fashion of the fleshy, serious golfer. His idjusting a pair of vellow, fingerless gloves. vaddies leaned against the iron railing : Sparks'” eried Mr. Brodie. his lean face nto a cheerful smile. ** You remember him— head of our new-business department?” e windy fella,” said the elient from the rear. ! é i m = s s was still concentrating on his waggling. | he we can have a foursome. How would that Ir. Bu cl I rate. With me, Brodie, a foursome is even I Brodie nodded Hello, Sparks,” he called. | ; some?” lubert K. Sparks halted his waggling in mid- i of the habitual warm smile of wel- spread over his pink well-tended almost of horror. er jaw and opened wide his light blue e tall, gaunt man was still fussing with his \{r. Bulltinch, bent into an orange-and-white ting balls from the pocket of his eonsternation, . yre red-ieather bag. Hubert J. K. Sparks dropped his driver and scram- the opening in the iron railing. For God's sake get him out of here,”’ he com- led hoarsel Go over and start on the tenth. ere, but go quick.” His associate stared blankly. What's the big idea?"’ he demanded. “I have a re. I'm a member of this club just like you. | ruess I can entertain a guest ——"’ Sparks assented with a series of vio- A, nt movements of his right hand. ‘Sure you can,”’ he d. “But net here. Not now. You—you don't le 1. This is frightful. Terrible! The old boy ‘ } tee is Peterson.” Peterson,”’ echoed Mr. Brodie blankly. Pa President of Consolidated Tobacco. I'm te ie of his smoking-tobacco accounts. I've i months to get this chance at him—alone. »vo inderstand ?”’ aid Mr. Brodie weakly. ** What (;ood heavens S , ved I've told him we'd have a foursome.” iv m we wont Hubert J. K. whispered gre ell him we are waiting for somebody— or aac Ta B y H irt We “s Fre 1! e® tee came a reedy voice \re your ail ining us. Mr l 0 ng r. ~F S " Fron behtir a the Ww ently perspiring Brodie oomed a hearty barv- , ‘ : ‘ P ” Yat AS. fa! | Of co e we are \ “5 . ey j rseme is alwavs more oF I r a eerf How are ou , ip —~p ry v € i: ws rE i othing like golf t in| | ii tle rood I ow- rs We. “te \ derstand hat I ‘ ea lel our fr end ‘ ad he ie ted are a he Iplesshy 1 his on te t Nir Br - die was bend gy over, appar- ‘ t ‘ i’ ged witr i shoe lace Miv—my friend isn't really good plaver,”’ he attempted Get Him Out sient “Perh: ; of Here,” He aqesperace ; erhaps you Commanded i have a hetter time f— Hoarsely.""Go . Over and Evervbody has to begit Start on the a : - : Tenth. Go \i Bullfine “assu ed M . Anywhere, SN ' cordial *Ha-ha. But Go Quick"’ what the egg said to the THE SATURDAY EVENING POST **Ha-ha,” echoed Mr. Sparks hollowly. **Mayvbe ——” Mr. Bullfineh eut Mr. Brodie’s attempted sortie short with a genial wave of the hand. “Come on,’ he commanded. “Introduce me to your friend.” They walked slowly through the opening in the railing out upon the tee. Hubert J. K. Sparks led the way, a half dozen desperate, last-minute schemes hurtling through his frenzied brain. What would the Old Man say when he heard that a prospective piece of business had suddenly come to grips with a piece of established business? Would headmit the presence of fate, or would he associate coincidence with incom- petence? Knowing T. Tattersal Byrd, president of Atlas, Mr. Sparks shuddered. Could he faint? Was there sufficient excuse for a fall and a sprained ankle? Could Before his numbed brain could decide, the lanky figure of Robert Lee Peterson was before him. From behind came the heavy breathing of the highly valued client. There was nothing else to do. He swung around and, with one last agonized eye appeal to his associate ignored, Hubert J. K. Sparks swallowed and moved his hand back and forth vaguely. “Mr. Bullfinch,” he stammered, p—_" *“Ouch!"’ Dancing madly, Mr. Bullfinch tried to grab his foot and retain his driver at the same time. ‘I’m sorry,’ Mr. Brodie was mumbling. ‘I brought my club down without thinking. Is it very bad? I'm terribly sorry. I had no idea * While the highly valued client danced, Hubert J. K. Sparks shot an admiring glance in the direction of his associate. *‘Good work,” it signaled. ‘I'll do my best to follow through.” At the conclusion of his dance, Mr. Bullfinch, though purple and wet of face, was forgiving. ‘We all make mistakes,”’ he admitted. Mr. Peterson was holding out his gloved hand. ‘Glad to know you. Your name sounds familiar to me. I zg Mr. Bullfinch took the hand and shook it vigor- ously. ‘Is that so? I didn’t quite get your na——"’ “What's that over there?”’ shouted Mr. Sparks suddenly. Mr. Bullfinech shied nervously. “Over where?” he inquired coldly. Mr. Sparks laughed loudly. ‘‘Just for a moment I thought I saw a black cloud “meet Mr. December 6,1930 coming up over the trees behind No. 3,”" he explained. *T thought we were going to have some rain. Sorry. Ha-ha. I guess I better get myself a pair of glasses.” ‘*How will we play?” Mr. Bullfinch knocked the ashes from his fast- dwindling cigar. He beamed at Mr. Peterson. “Anyway you say, Mr.—Mr. ——”’ ‘Suppose we take them on, Mr. Bullfinch?”’ Mr. Brodie suggested hastily. ** Even-Stephen and adjust at the end of the first nine if the game is too one- sided.” Mr. Peterson tucked a spare wooden tee behind his long right ear. “Suits me,”’ he declared. ‘Capital,” said Hubert J. K. “Your honor, Mr. Bullfineh.”’ The president of Wet Smacks, Incorporated, ad- justed a new ball carefully on a shiny red tee, stepped back, peered down the fairway at the little red flag some four hundred and twenty-five yards distant, addressed his ball carefully for several minutes, brought his driver back with the slow care of a big- game hunter taking careful aim, brought it down with the sudden ferocity of a headman’s ax, grunted tre- mendously at the moment of impact, and then watched his ball bound, like a frightened kangaroo, through seventy-five vards of short rough, to the edge of the ninth fairway. “IT guess I put too much right hand in it,”’ he ob- served finally. “Better luck next time,”’ murmured Mr. Peter- son. “You have—er-r—great strength.” “T don't fool,’’ Mr. Bullfinch admitted modestly. His warm smile said plainly that the tall, gaunt man was a discerning golfer. Mr. Sparks gulped. All eyes followed William Alexander Brodie’s low, straight ball down the fairway for a full two hundred and fifty yards. ‘ Mr. Bullfinch eyed it critically. * Just enough right hand,”’ he decided. ‘Your shot, partner,”’ announeed Mr. Sparks. With a nervous little jerk of his head, Mr. Peterson stepped forward, and utilizing a hasty half swing sent his ball high into the air and some hundred and Sparks loudly. Continued on Page 174

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ‘Their words have wings as swift as light An Advertisement of the We tive and work as no other people have ever done. Our activities are pitched to the swiftness of this instan taneous age. Whatever happens, wherever it happens an however it may affect you, you may know it immediately over the wires or the channels of the air that carry men’ words with the speed of light. Business and social life are free trom the restrictions of time and distance—for practically any one, anywhere, may at any time speak with any one, anywhere else. The widespread and co-ordinated interests of th depend upon an intercourse that less than SIXTY yi al was not possible In a single community. This 1s the of the telephone wires and cables of the Bell Tele- - phone System—to make a single community of our vast, busy continent wherein a man in Los Angeles

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST LOUNGERS By WYTHE WILLIAMS DECORATIONS B WrYNciIeé KING N THE placid pre- (Gieneva, in might } nm one-horse mild vernacular of 1utomobile days, Switzerland, faith illy have been de- town. Its might many vir- scribed as woster then, as now, } nonestt' Ipon tues and paint colorful surrounding waters of Lake lan,sunset upon Mont Blane. Even could they truthfully bring erbal tail yf plendors— blue rm “internationalism” in- r propaganda, for from the days of John Calvin aow'l to the period 1e Red Cross chose students, workers, when tl Geneva as world headquarters, formers from all nations made it a place of pious In addition, owing to salubrious summer hotels, during resort season, was a stylish town. grimage. limate, adequate prices maintained at neva, li then included some of the best names which from time to time permitted the As, for a reigning empress was murdered on the irope, gure in the date line of world news. ist as she was arriving from a rival wn the lake. But politically, it must va did not amount to much. Asa inted to nothing at all. more than a decade ago, a Presi- ates put Geneva on the political \ Wilson, then in such ld disregard criticism, aid or ad- at Geneva should be located the retariat of the League of Nations. v4 «lrow Wilson his headquarters to be in a neutral state. Switzerland had then was, and proposed always to remain strictly neutral. Un- der her slogan of neutrality she had waxed Bel- gium, who thought she had a real claim to the League, was pushed aside. War hates were still too recent and thoughts too bitter in Belgium, so Wilson said. It were far better that his League be installed in the pure Alpine atmosphere of Geneva. Had the League gone to a real metropolis—and even Brussels filled that bill far more than Geneva— certain disadvantages, foreseen by Wilson, might have accrued, but, on the other hand, much good that in the long run perhaps could have offset the balance might also have been reaped. However, in the earlier years, perhaps, it was good for the infant wanted League been, prosperous. League to grow in a quiet, harmonious, semipastoral environment. But nothing appeared in the League covenant that it should forever remain at Geneva. By majority vote of the Council it is possible at any time to re- move it elsewhere. Lately, so lusty has the League become, certain signs make it appear to have out- grown a place to which the mild vernacular of placid might still apply. In the pre-automobile days December 6, 19350 small-town atmosphere of Geneva the League of Nations now seems un- able to shake off a new host of cranks and faddists, job seekers, pseudo students of international polities and social problems that have literally infested the Secretariat building the past few years, and particularly during recent the Assembly. In a world metropolis this new League loungers might simply be more absorbed into the town, even as, with profit, might also the members of the Secretariat, once their day’s work was done and the office closed. Unfortunately the staunch and worthy Genevese, true to traditions inherited from Calvin, remains a law unto himself and prefers not to mix unduly with the outer world. Therefore. naturally, the League Secretariat has proudly come Thus, the twain— So, for sessions of class of - 4 social to court solely its own society. Genevese and Leaguer—almost never meet. example, the Leaguer who wishes to relax at the mov- ing pictures apparently may go only with a fellow member of the Secretariat, or, if he elects to go by himself, he is certain to hail the fellow Leaguer a few seats down the aisle. The same situation exists at the café, at the dance or any social gathering, and so, furthermore, in Geneva the true Leaguer now cannot rid himself from the League hanger-on during work- ing hours or out of them. In one street, almost within a stone’s throw of the Palais des Nations—as the Secretariat Building is called—at least fifty offices have been opened harbor- ing organizations that seek to promote various causes, often grotesque and ineffective. No one knows where their money comes from, but those who run the side shows never seem to lack for funds. The Big League and Minor Leaguers | i EVER, it should be stated that not all these adjunct organizations are unworthy in design. For instance, the Opium Information Bureau, under the direction of Alfredo Blanco, probably the world’s greatest expert on narcotics, spends large sums of money in promoting the League program against illicit drug traffic. Also several child-welfare and white-slavery information bureaus exist that make a real contribution to the League’s own investiga- tions. But, as a result of the conglomeration, a new kind of snobbery has grown up in Geneva around the word “internationalism.” Under the the League, a few years ago the International Club was founded. There it was supposed that the members of the Secretariat—men and women representing many nations—might not only become better acquainted but have a cosmopolitan club life. But nowadays in the International Club, one caroms from one to an- other of the movement leaders or into its nobodies at all who get appointed to some nominal job, who plan later to go home and make speeches beginning with: “When I was with the League at Geneva.’ Most of (Continued on Page 56) auspices of

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Continued from Page 54 ‘ e anti-everything and constitute a veritable ng to vanquish many harmless joys that Ke fe worth living Che Joiners probably present the largest number f time-wasting demands at the Secretariat. Not a day passes but somebody wants to “ join the League.” 1) ng the summer season the number often mounts e than a score. One sedate official frequently t his confusion when, as he was just entering an nt committee session, a beautiful American hed to him, pushed a bill into his hand and ! Someone in the U.S. told me that the sub- ption price Ss one dollar a veal ot s come the people with the schemes stopping wars such as that of the proposed League air force. The sponsor of this particular le a well-known American millionaire—finalls ad ieceed in having his project brought formally wefore a Council meeting. But then, alas, it was ewhat brutally pointed out by the heartless, act- Lord Cushendun, that the populations was not exactly a mem der eivu ethod for the prevention of war. Ax Grinders at Geneva ets-not-words boys ar d girls also occupy a new Geneva boarding-house , iro ire lirectory place in the . and the local printers are considerably en- out their manifold pamphlets. Most hese are addressed personally to Sir Erie Drum- and point the League has either big hit if it ched turning mond, Secretarv-General of the League, W he re and how ailed or where it out at length can seore a bestirs One rapid-fire suggestion came from a Polish gen- settled in Geneva. According to his pamphlet in as much as the World War cost two hundred billions of dollars, in order —_ now to get dis- ANTS 1 armament, it will MONEY \ bye ' Society av eaN levy a head tax of = ait < tlieman now ee necessary to one cent upon the entire population of 1 he

world.’ nt goes on to ce - I i that Sir Eric take over ollecting task himself, re- n half the proceeds of about million dollars, and leposit the remainder in a Polish s ngs bank at Cracow. The promoter does ( t how he then proposes to go about the b or the administration of this wealth. sh gentleman dropped in one day re- lesting, In a written communication, “ broad, exact

rmation concerning the next beauty vat G ton.”’ He admitted a strong personal terest in a girl cousin, more than twenty years of we, who, he declared, had already won twelve prizes | and for whom, therefore, the title of id SeeCTHE d a fore rone conclusion. The diffi- the case was that the voyage from Poland to Te is is long and f ill of pe ril fora voung and beauti- rirl, traveling alone. Therefore the gallant cousin prop sed to Lcecompany her, provided the League of Natio gave him knowledge as to how to procure

THE SATURDAY EVENING POST the cash, or, in such a deserving case, he was willing to accept_that the League tip up the funds. strong in organizing them- Most of the representatives from Budapest have much to say in their documents about Bernard Shaw. What G. B.S. has to do exactly with League affairs True, he did visit the League on one occasion and sat in the back row of Hungarians also are selves into societies for League betterment. George is never made quite clear. the Assembly throughout an entire afternoon session. But afterward, when the reporters tried to interview him, he said he didn’t know what it was all about and that he had nothing to say except that it was all very interesting. However, according to the Hungarian uplifters, premiére of a new play in their capital city; therefore he is regarded as “‘very sympathetic to Hungary” and so entitled to whatever free advertising their it appears that Shaw often gives a world pamphiets may accord. Lord Rothermere’s name also bulks large in these pamphlets. His great campaign to give Hungary her prewar boundaries is recalled, but without details eoncerning British business interests in that part of the world with which the London editor may be au courant. One of the early Hungarian boosters was strong on the idea of young Harmsworth—son of Rothermere—being elected king of this turbulent near-Balkan state, in as much as the legitimate arch- dukes, including the eldest son of the late Emperor Charles, were then, as now, having so much trouble deciding which is the most legitimate. The false notes of the Banque de France which were cheerfully printed in Hungary, also that famous shipment of machine guns, seized upon a bitter New Year's morning by Austrian frontier customs guards, which almost provoked a Little Entente riot at the subsequent League Council meeting, have also caused much expenditure of printer’s ink and the sending of special emissaries to Geneva. Next, in our wandering down the street, cover the headquarters of the Black Cross Nurses. This organization purports to have headquarters in \merica and to consist of fifty thousand women members who, according to their representatives’ exhortations and letter writings, desire to place themselves under the personal direction of Sir Eric Drummond as “servants of suffering humanity.” Similar propaganda is issued from the near-by city of Basle, where flourishes the society known as Mon- diale. Members of this club profess to be the only true * Listeners to the voice of God.”’ Also, according we dis-

December 6,19350 to them, God's voice calls for the complete suppres- sion of cash and, instead, the issue of chits by each state sufficient merely to take care of its own job By accepting the slogan No More Money as the main plank of its platform, Mondiale assures the League of Nations that the God of Love and Truth will then indicate the next step. Scientific likewise flourish on the shores of Lake Leman. Some of them are authentic enough, but others circulate reports and flood the Secretariat with pamphlets that are still circulating from office to office in the hope that finally someone will be found able to understand them. One of these the Electromagnetic Ter- restrial Pendulum, which is supposed to be made holders. organizations organizations sponsors quite clear by an accompanying diagram, which “illustrates the actual motion of translation of our earth with reference to the sun as viewed by an ob- server from a fixed position in space.’ Then fol- outline of the true fundamental principles which govern celestial mechanics and the lows ‘“‘a_ short atomic dynamies of matter.’ This goes on for several pages, tending to prove at the end that “error is merely the result of misdirected human speculation, appearances’; there- fore, that from imperfect knowledge." The main difficulty of the League ex- perts called to decipher this plan was that they coul generally based on external “error arises merely not find the observation post —*‘that fixed position that The plan failed to make clear whether they were to taxi out in the direction of Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune after all, they argued, the “fixed position’ might really be on the road toward some star that does not twinkle but Is ste ady and cold. in space”’ the author declared was necessary. or some other twinkly star. So perhaps, World Improvement Societies NOTHER itinerant scientist offers the League fA The Master Key for All Law at a reduced rate of twenty-five thousand dollars. But in as much as disarmament is the thrilling topic of the times, he offers Guide to Sea Mastery fora like sum. He avers that both are cheap at twice the price, but he doesn't want to cavil about it or have any hard feelings. Freedom of Thought movements—one hailing from British Columbia; True Fellowship Societies, one of these with headquar- ters in New South Wales: \uto-convictionists, Chil- dren's Leagues for Peace and Goodness, Society. of Miners’ Wivesand Children are other organizations im- portuning the League Sec- retarlat, most communica- tionsfrom which aremarked with the League stamp Ephemeral and go into a League file labeled Droll- eries. ‘International marriage regulations’’ constitutes (Continued on Page 58

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Its thesis reads that ‘* Thus will end illness, pain, cruelty and crime.” Job hunters by the seore, naturally, are attracted by the salubrious climate of Geneva and the supposedly easy money of the League. Many of them bring medical testimonials to the effect that the altitude of the Swiss Alps be- ng necessary to their well-being, the League is thus commended to look after their cases. Naturally photographers and artists of both sexes the League has with it hanging about the lobbies, snapping and sketching prominent delegates. Some of the artists are the rankest amateurs, using pad and pen- cil merely as an excuse to get inside the Secretariat building unchallenged. The effort of one such person was so crude that even the usually smiling and obliging Monsieur Briand refused to autograph it. always, The Beleaguered League One of the striking curiosities of the Secretariat is the unofficial bulletin board hanging outside the office of the League Bank, whereon most extraordi- nary announcements can be read— many of them tacked up by members of the Secretariat or merely by the League hangers-on. One may note any- thing from “ Flat to Let”’ to ** Boots for Sale’’; “Quite new Gent's overcoat to fit a man five feet seven inches high"’; **A bargain in Ladies’ lingerie and eve- ning frocks"’: “‘a motor car for sale”’ and ** Wanted: A pair of Ladies’ skiing boots”; the “‘address of a good jafii- tress"’: ** Madame So-and-So, speaking all languages under the sun, would give up a few evenings for conversational lessons on reasonable terms.” Among other interesting documents that have appeared on this bulletin board was a letter from a large brewery and tavern near Geneva, re- questing the list of states officially members of the League of Nations, so that their danee hall could be appro- priately decorated with the League flags—supplied free. By far the most troublesome group of all those that take up valuable time of Secretariat officials are the pseudo journalists, hailing from every land under the sun, many of them earrying credentials as special correspondents of cabbage journals that have never been heard of or, at least, have no standing whatever. But it is the correct and fixed idea of all these people that the best way to get into the League and occupy the best seats at meetings is by carrying a journalist’s card. Some of them even go so far as actually to file dispatches from time to time, paying the toll out of their own pockets. This well illustrated during the last Assembly, when the press section was already overcrowded with representa- tives of well-known journals. Suddenly came a volume of new demands from students, mostly Germans, all of whom had letters from unheard-of provincial newspapers. An investigation revealed that a professor had informed his class that the best way to get seats at the Assembly was, overnight, to turn into a newspaperman. The professor seemed surprised to get a terse rebuke from the Secretary-General of the League. Apropos of the journalists—even the reputable ones—the Secretariat has had result of dance was embarrassment as a EVENING POST the manner in which annual membership cards have at times acci- dentally been misused. The International Association of Journalists Accredited to the League of Nations—such is the high-sounding and imposing title of the permanent press organization—some years ago convineed Sir Erie Drummond that its members should have a fancy pass— something to force respect from any under whose nose it was thrust. The Seeretary-General did the thing right, with the result that members now earry a document so official-looking that it frequently serves as a diplomatic pass- port at almost any frontier post in Europe. It is neatly done up, with a blue leather back, bearing in gold let- ters the name of the League, printed in both English and French. In addition to the photograph of the holder and the certificate of his signature, it bears the red official seal of the League, and a hope, also printed both in French and English and signed by Sir Eric Drummond, that in nations members of the League ‘all possible facilities may be extended to the holder to enable him to accomplish his duties.”’ The owner of such credentials seldom even has his baggage examined by cus- toms officials and, in fact, usually gets much waiting upon. This is all very well, except that the pretty little passes were printed in bulk, to be signed by Sir Eric only as new members were admitied. Unfortu- nately, accidentally some got into wrong hands—the hands of not in possession of proper passports, or even any passport. Not longagoa well-known newspaper correspondent had the bold idea of moving the League of Nations from Geneva to Vienna. He went to Vienna, discussed the matter with prominent citizens, succeeded in having a com- mittee formed to study the subject. He then wrote a number of articles that were copied and commented upon in almost every European newspaper. Thus the idea gathered weight, with the same momentum as a snowball rolling down a hill, until it finally crashed into the very midst of League officialdom at Geneva. press- persons A Landlords’ Quarrel The state of Switzerland was properly indignant! Its amour propre had been touched by the suggestion that a Swiss city was inadequate to contain the League. The offending journalist was publicly denounced. The government council, sitting at Berne, decreed sol- emnly that the journalist had violated the laws of Swiss hospitality, and the suggestion was formally presented that he be barred from the country. At that moment the offender had returned to Geneva and was sounding opinion in the League Secretariat. The news from Vienna was splendid! The new Hofburg, built for the murdered Archduke Francis Ferdinand, the most magnificent royal palace perhaps in the entire world, would probably be offered free as a permanent building for the Secretariat, provided the Council of the League formally entertain the no- tion of changing headquarters. In as much as the League was then facing the proposition of spending seven or eight millions of dollars for an adequate new building, and so, seriously was saving and counting its pennies, the idea of getting a home free of charge— and such a sumptuous one—naturally was intriguing. Many of the most prominent names in Austria figured in the list of the committee— politicians, December 6,19350 bankers, industrialists, musicians, art- ists, university professors. Finally the state of Austria might be inclined, so it appeared, to give the League extra- territorial rights—something vainly clamored for from Switzerland. The journalist originator of the scheme, under heavy barrage from the capital at Berne, retorted that he could not violate hospitality that he had never received, and offered his receipted hotel bills in evidence. But it was then pointed out to the would-be lord high executioners that the culprit also just then happened to be president of the International Association of Journal- ists Accredited to the League. Fur- thermore, he was an American, and so, after further official reflection, he was permitted to live. But the League remains at Geneva. The cornerstone has been laid for the new Palais des Nations on the shores of Lake Leman. At the solemr ceremony, coins and tokens from all the nations making up the League were buried un- der the initial block of granite. Vienna and its promises were forgotten. Vienna was too far away for the big League leaders, such as Monsieur Briand and the British delegates, to travel there by train. Also, it would become neces- sary for the Secretariat to take an ad- ditional language course in German. All Quiet on the Swiss Front The political aspect also made the move awkward. At present a larg movement is under way, known as the Anschluss, for the purpose of annexing \ustria to Germany—a the pan-German dream of a new MV iffe/- Empire extending from the Jaltic to the Black Sea. The Anschlu boosters were all against Vienna, cause once with the League installed there it would mean the end of all their aspirations. Vienna also, it was cued, was far too near to the turbulent states of the Balkans, where fires are always likely to break out that may again inflame all Europe. Against the argument that the League headquar- ters might be better situated near in- stead of far from scenes of trouble, one prominent statesman suggested that it would be rather dreadful if, when Monsieur Briand and other eminent delegates from the great powers tended a council meeting in the palace of the Hofburg, riots might break out and blood be spilled in its immediate environs. Even the counter argument, that whereas no Austrian emperor had ever been assassinated in Vienna, one Austrian empress had been nated at Geneva, did not prevail. The dire picture of bloodshed before Mon- sieur Briand’s very eyes made a real hit when presented in the solemn con- clave of the League Council. A charming young secretary, at the cornerstone ceremony, wept bitterly. When asked the cause of her woe she said, ‘All my hopes lie buried there— under that cornerstone. For now the League will remain here always—and we shall never have fun. Here, at Geneva, it is just dead—dead. We can't even get away from ourselves and - a The poor girl broke down completely. Vienna, of course, has abandoned the faint hope given her that she might again shine as a world capital. Swiss amour propre has been saved, the League continues to save and count its pennies for an even larger and costlier palace than originally planned, one that will accommodate even a larger host of loungers—and the journalist who dared suggest it move elsewhere has another job. new step in €u opa be- ar- at- assassl-

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST °° THE FLANGED WHEEL e OUNG ized one AMIE RICA has real- of the expressions of its genius in foremost its railroad men . . . mas- % ters of steel, masters of the y flanged wheel. Africa still porters. human Asia pony gharry and palanquin. Uses Southern moves by ox-cart, Camels continue to carry the burdens of the W here faster. desert. there are waterways. man moves somewhat reaching from shore to shore or poling along canals, in sampans, junks and deep-draught vessels. These are not antiquated modes of transport—they are in vital use, supplying the needs of the greater portion of humanity today. With the a nation, flanged wheel, Americans have built moving tremendous cargoes at racing speed across rivers, deserts and mountains. Nowhere else in the world has transportation attained the standard of efficiency to which America has become accustomed through the construction and operation of railroads. No- where else has any group of industrial workers looked more shrewdly into the future, planned more wisely to anticipate the needs of expanding civilization. For who can say at what the flanged pont wheels of the old wood-burners ceased rolling to give place to the flanged wheels of giant modern locomotives? How long did trafhie stop while wooden stations were demol- ished to make room for the steel and concrete terminals of today? Just as semaphores and switches guide the laden limiteds, there are other semaphores that cuide the ebb and flow of mercantile distribution. The railroads that give life must themselves be nour. ished by the communities they serve: and these communities in turn must live by the production and consumption of merchandisable commodities. Before re shipped, a Detroit's automobiles profitable destina- tion must be found . . . consumers must be rallied by the voice of advertising. So also must the oranges of Florida and California, the pineapples of Hawaii, be known in the nation’s market kept roll- the flanged places if they are to be bulk wheel. So also does ing in upon advertising find buvers for corn in packages W-AYER & SON INCORPORATED ADVERTISING HEADQUARTERS WASHINGTON SQUARE e New York Boston Chicage PHILADELPHIA San Francisco Detroit Lendon and cotton woven into faney fabrics before stencil mark is placed on bales and cases. Eve railroads must advertise today in order to their services, to enlist the wmd-will of the trave ing and investing public, and to open up fields for new business. Without the products of this country could not he flanged wheel of the railwayvs the swiftly and evenly moved to their final markets But without advertising which bs tin spokes and interpreter of industry and commerce, how could the railroad shippers find these market

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There are scars on the gate-leg table, and stubs in the Persian rug; there's a seratch on the grand piano, a crack in the Roman jug; while the rollicking boy friends, staging a vaudeville stunt in- sane, wot not of a host engaging in long- ings that sear the brain. Do you think, O bright-eyed banditti, because you can treat me rough, that a bearded bard with a Public has time for your monkey stuff? Do you know what would happen, darlings, if my wish could be gratified? I would charter a wonderful airship and treat you all to a ride; I would lock you safe in the cabin, and when you had sailed away I would see that you kept on sailing; yes, forever and a day! —CorRINNE ROCKWELL SWAIN. EVENING POST POST SCRIPTS Continued from Page 30) By the Side of the Road LIVED in a house by the side of the road, And Iwasa frie nd to man: I planted red flowers and plowed and sowed And dreamed of my garden plan ; I cherished each tendril and bud that showed, Nor minded the sweat and tan As I patiently watered and raked and hoed, For I lived in a house by the side of the road, And I was a friend to man. They came and went on the broad highway — Now, I was a friend to man— And they gathered each tremulous bud and spray, December 6,1930 And left me a sardine can; And I heard them laugh as they rolled away From the wreck of my garden plan, And jeeringly shriek at each other, ** Say! Will ya grab a look at the poor old jay With the sorrowful look on his pan?” I live in a house by the side of the road And I've planted another crop, Which grimly I’ve watered and raked and hoed— And now let the motors pop! They'll keep straight on down the gleaming road, And never a one will stop, For I live in a house by the side of the road, With a bow-legged dog who resembles a toad, And Iam a free nd to the cop / — Lowell Otus Reese. DEATH VALLEY SCOTTY lots more where it came from. He left Los Angeles for the Death Valley Ranch in Grapevine Canyon. Tarrying along the way for lunch, he tendered a five- hundred-dollar bill in payment. There was lots more where it came from. The next report on Seotty had him dicker- ing with the movie magnates. He had a sereen test at Mack Sennett’s. The Lives of Death Valley Seotty were to be filmed. Looking for Scotty, | gave up trying to track him through the warrens of motion-picture town and went to Death Valley. I did not find Seotty, but I did his partner, A. M. Johnson. meet Seotty’s partner is thin and spare, and six feet tall. His hair is white, the forehead wide and high, and the bright gray eyes are financial eyes inder heavy brows. His photographs resemble Henry Ford. He is fifty-seven years old, and within him there is vast energy and flashing spirit. The desert Johnson is an active millionaire host; hospitable, affable, ready with a story, to laugh. Crushed in a train wreck thirty vears ago, he ean today about eager spend fourteen hours in the saddle. Told that he was crippled for life, Albert Johnson began to climb the desert mountains. The Other Ruler of the Valley the Death Valley Walter Scott and Few men know region as well as Albert Johnson. Together these partners have packed through and climbed over and explored the Death Valley country. This is a measure of the energy of Albert John- He isasturdy soul. Only a sturdy soul could the impacts of Scotty’s personality in solitary camps and along high trails through twenty- Albert has sur- vived them. He revels in them. They are his relaxation from desk and office, from real-estate prices, from stock quo- tations, from the smothering clangor of Chicago. My partner and | were waiting at Death Valley Ranch when Albert Johnson and his wife drove inat 4:30 on an April afternoon. They had _ been driving three o'clock in the morning. They came to Death Valley from Los Angeles, crossing the desert by way of Mojave and Trona, climbing down the Slate Range beyond Trona to son. survive five years, Johnson since Continued from Page 34) Panamint Valley, following Wildrose Canyon and Emigrant Canyon through the Panamint Range to Death Valley. It is an interesting and colorful route into the valley. It is also strenuous. Mrs. Johnson was tired, as she had a right tobe. Albert Johnson, without a sign of fatigue, made the rounds of his ranch and was ready to spend an eve- ning in talk. We went into the great living room with the grottoed fountain and the large-tiled fireplace. Storm clouds were settling around the tops of the Grape- vine Mountains, hanging a damp sereen about the ehill of evening. Albert Johnson left us and came back with an armful of paper and kindling. We built a fire in the fireplace, heaping railroad ties cut in short lengths upon the irons. The fire crackled to life. Johnson said, “A fire is pleasant.” My partner said, ‘Those ties make a dandy fire. Weren't you lucky to have such a good supply handy?” ‘Yes, they burn well. When they tore up the railroad between Beatty and Goldfield, Seott and I bought the Some of our trucks are hauling in the sound ones. We'll have between a hundred and a hundred and _ fifty thousand ties in our woodpile.”” He laughed long and quietly. I said, ** Your fireplaces would make a hole in any woodpile.” Johnson said, “‘ That’s right. There’s eighteen of them. Of course our central heating plant will keep us warm, but in the cold weather—and it does get cold here—the wood are cheerful. | always have one going near me. .. . Too bad Scott isn't here. Do you know Seott’s history _ *T’ve heard several,”’ I said. Secotty’s partner laughed with me. He said, “Scott came out here when he ties. fires was six or seven years old. He was born in Covington, Kentucky, and came to Northern Nevada as a small boy. When he was twelve years old he was a trail hand,and they were moving some cattle across the northern end of Death Valley when Scott saw the valley for the first time. Then he was in here when the surveyors came in. He was a water boy for the survey parties mapping Death Valley. Later he was back in Northern Nevada and Idaho; he grew up to be a real buck- aroo on the northern range lands. Still later he rode for Buffalo Bill. He toured the world with Cody’s Wild West Show. He was with the show twelve years before he came back to Death Valley. He’s been here ever since. Scotty knows this country.” The fire burned on. Johnson said, “‘Seott and I have been all over the hills. You don’t see a canyon the first time you go up it. You have to make two or three trips before that canyon is familiar ground to you. And then, if you let a year go by and a cloudburst comes down the canyon, it is a new canyon the next time you go up it. I like it here. | feel better here. I’ve overcome handicap that few men have lived through.” A Castle That Just Grew With a friendly fire burning before us, Albert Johnson described the train wreck which had crippled him thirty vears before. Wooden sleeping cars tel- escoped and crushed between a speed- ing locomotive and plunging cars of steel; his father was instantly killed beside him. “My father was my chum,” said Albert Johnson. “‘My own back was broken. They gave me three days to live, thirty years ago. Yes, I like the Death Valley country. You say people are interested and curious about our place. What do they say about what Scott and | are doing here?” I said, ** Most people think you are both crazy.” “Why?” “They can’t understand why anyone should want to build a two-million- dollar home in Death Valley. Two- million-dollar homes the Lake Shore or on Riverside Drive.” “What do you think about it?” “| like it,”’ I said. “* You and Scotty had the idea and the money to carry it out. You like the country, and you are.” “The place just grew, like Topsy,” said Johnson. **We bought the ground twenty-odd years ago. Scott and | came up Grapevine Canyon and old man West was living in that old wooden shack you saw outside. We asked him how much he wanted for the ranch. It’s an old, old ranch, you know. Old man West said he’d take a thousand Continued on Page 62 belong on here

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Watch This Column Universal’s Weekly Chat JOHN BOLES and LUPE VELEZ in the world’s most dramatic love story “RESURRECTION” JOHN BOLES and LUPE VELEZ will star n EDWIN CAREWE'S production of Tolstoy's classical “Resurrection” under way at Universal's California Studios. Associated with them will be NANCE O'NEIL, WILLIAM KEIGHLEY, ROSE TAPELY ond other players of note. rore treat, for the entire civilized world is familiar with this classic story of a great love that died and then lived again. now This will be oa actually exist? the story of the strangest Do human “Dracula,” love the world has ever known, gives vompires you the answer. | promise everyone of the millions of people who have seen and enjoyed “The Phantom of the Opera’ that this celebrated play ‘ Dracula,” will be ten times more thrill ng, entertaining and exciting e to see “King of Jazz,’’ 2veriook tf Decouse if ts most unusual! and ‘All Quiet on the be shown in your locolity extraordir y beautifu Western Front’ w e same form appeocred in its record aking $2 t the Globe Theotre, Broad - y Ne ~ * | warde 2 prize of § to Mr. Louis J eednow of Chicago, lil., for submitting an idea 3¢ ht be usabie » our business. Mr heed “ jea w ) title which not only struck us as tu sual, but ciso suggested o theme for a y. As you know, at the end of each month | poy $50 for the best idea—not a story — just Jeo in a few words submitted during that th and $10 for the next 10 best. Begin now Put your wits to work. Besides, | will divide $50 e'ween two people for the best constructive letter bout UNIVERSAL pictures you have seen. This ontest ends Dec. 3). What have you to submit? ' Behind the Scenes of All Quiet on the Western Front.” Th tory of how the 4 w ' w UNIVERSA . eody. W OT Se UNIVERSAL PICTURES CARL LAEMMLE, President The Home of the Good Film’ 730 Fifth Ave New York City THE SATURDAY Continued from Page 60 dollars. We gave him fifty dollars to bind the bargain and told him we'd be back in a few days with the balance. | guess old man West thought Scott and | pected to see US AGAIN. was just fifty dollars ahead. But we eame back. We searched the title to the ranch at Independence and discov- ered that other men were claiming the hunted them up and brought them back with us. We had a series of armed camps in the canyon. Old man West had his camp. The men we brought with us had their camp, and Seott and | were camped together. ‘We called a meeting of all the own- ers and we threw down the papers we had all ready for their signatures. We told them to sign up, and then we put down the thousand dollars and let them fight over its division. Our title | laughed and stamped a leg heavily upon the tiles. ‘And here we are.” Your place has been a long time in the building,”’ | said He never ex- He figured he were crazy too. ranch, so we t was e¢lear.’ Johnson Yes: we added this, and decided we needed that. With changes and addi- tions, we've been working more than five vears now and we're not finished vet My partner said, ** What in the world will vou do, Mr +} th ing on the Johnson, when every- place is complete?” Ah! | hope that unfortunate day never comes.” In the blanketing the tumbled Grapevines morning the low clouds Fiftv workmen trucks in front of were still spitting rain vathered around the the garages and stood in idle their hands gesturing in Brewster Brown, the groups, Inoccuple d the spitting rair construction boss. came over to where | stood near the tall palms in the cen- ter of the quadrangle Motors coughed and the trucks ran into cover. The stood ata loss said I WoOrkIne! Brown never thought I'd see this no work in Deatl Valley ol account of the rain.” A Tour With Scotty's Partner \fter breakfast my partner and | oined Albert Johnson W hile We looked the olive trees oO! the slopes above the cookhouse and the Joshua trees framing the guest house, the ip and the and parted rain gave thinned morning brightened, clouds overhead The but no sun appeared. The crews of men Outside the high fence around the ranch the power shovel and went to work. two trucks clawed away at the hills which stood in the way of the new road Death \ alley Three from the down Grape- trucks ranch to entering Vine Canvon. large grumbled away thunder up the eanvon on their way to pick up loads of railroad ties twenty or thirty miles away Indian children came over to play in the pigpen. (lhe rt Johnson had a new View to show us. In his sped up to approach the east. At in the We sat in the car on the edge of coupé we Grapevine Canyon (irapevine Range from the fiftv-tive hundred feet we were clouds a deep canyon and caught glimpses of walls of the broke n the canvon and the great (rrapevine peaks through the wisps of vapor. Rain pattered down. Five hundred feet above us it was snowing and all the mountains were white Albert Johnson drove skillfully down the hogback of the mesa toward the road which led to Grapevine Canyon Picking his way down the mesa at a swift pace—there was no road— Albert EVENING POST Johnson chuckled. With his eyes on the ground ahead of the leaping car, he asked, “So people think Scott and I are crazy?” Yes,” I said. “Just because we want to fix up our camp a little, we're crazy.”’ A bright smile lit his gray and drawn face. * Yes,”’ Lsaid. Albert Johnson smiled all the way down the mesa to the newly dragged road. The Indians all know Albert John- He unlocked a storeroom to show us treasures from seventeenth-century Spain—chests, lamps, grilles, vases in bright yellow and blue, chests of draw- ers. Another door opened to his keys and exposed a large closet. It was full of Indian baskets. Johnson said, ‘All the squaws bring me baskets.”” He is a market the squaws cannot glut. Paiute baskets are beautiful. They become in- creasingly rare. son. An Indian Prophecy Scotty’s partner enjoys the Indians as part of the desert which has meant so much to him. We stood on the bal- cony on the seeond floor, above the living room of the ranch house which he calls his camp. We faced an immense wrought-iron chatidelier swung down into the depths of the room. The en- during work of master craftsmen was all around us. Albert Johnson said, We used to have an old Indian work- ing for us here. I don't know how old but he was more than a hun- dred when he died. We buried him up on the hill. Ike Shaw, the medicine man, gave him a sing when he died. Mrs. Johnson and | went to the sing. The sing lasted all night, but the In- dians had invited us, so we stayed until the service was completed. A month or this old fellow died, I had him in one day and showed him around he was, at before the house. He stood on the balcony, here, He looked down into the room below, and leaned on the handrails and shook the m, and examined the tiles and the walls. He took a long look at everything. After a while he said, *Umph! Byemby, squaw where we are standing. upstairs, pony downstairs! ‘Maybe he was right,” laughed Albert Johnson. “We don't know Seott’s partner has a keen relish for He tells them in sin- cere tones of conviction. All of them he My stery, ture—standing alone as words, these varns of Scotty. enjoys. romance, adven- are poor worn-out words. Constant use has dulled their luster. They are gray words. But Walter Scott had the wit and the ego and the color to go be- hind the words and freshly burnish their lure and glamour for half. the world. Hear Albert Johnson say: ** For years Scott and I never went out in the hills that we Soberly he nods his head. “For years were not followed.” we were followed and shot at. Walter Scott brought mystery, romance and adventure actively into the life of his partner. Death Valley Scotty is a fit partner for any millionaire. The old bell from the Rhyolite schoolhouse was hammering its sum- mons outside the cookhouse. It lunchtime. The indolent under the trees in the quadrangle sat up and Was dogs sang dolorously with the bonging notes of the bell. Workmen trooped through the quadrangle under the fig The moved toward the yray-green the olive The sun was out and the day was a smiling desert day. The fresh-washed sky carried clean white clouds. The atmosphere was new. The mountains were white with the snow flung upon trees. straw bosses foliage of trees. December 6,1930 them by April storm. Desert days like this belong to everyone. They are not private. Construction of the Death Valley Ranch of Albert Johnson and Walter Seott began before Death Valley had a tourist season. In 1925, Grapevine Canyon and the ranch site were iso- lated and unfrequented. The lower ranch around Grapevine Springs on the slopes of the Grapevine Mountains in Lost Valley itself was even more iso- lated than the present site of the ranch buildings on the old Staininger Ranch. The lower ranch around Grapevine Springs is now called the Lower Vine and eight miles of tall fenee with con- crete posts surrounds the melon patches and cultivated fields, the warm springs, the cold springs, and the rustie bunga- low which looks across Lost Valley at Tin Mountain and the Last Chance Mountains. Another eight miles of fence surrounds the mass of the Spanish struc- tures in the pocket of the Grapevine hills. Sixteen miles of fenee hung on eleven-foot fence to erect in the desert. concrete posts Is a lot of It insures seclusion in some degree, but it cannot restore the solitude which Valley's before the tourist found his way to the bailiwick of Death Valley Scotty. Roy Thompson said, * You'd think we were running a side show. We had was Lost eighty-seven people here to inspect us one Sunday. People don't realize that this place is a man’s home.”’ seem to I asked Albert Johnson about the flood of eurious Visitors | snid. ‘You started to build in the wilderness, and now you're practically on the highway. You've lost your privacy _ Fifty-Fifty Partners pointed south across the ridge above Grapevine Canyon. He smiled and “When we feel crowded, there's plenty of privacy over that hill, isn’t there?"’ He waited for my doubtful assurance and then pointed over another hill to the north. ‘And there’s privacy over there. We've Johnson sa d, lots of privacy: it’s all around us. \ broad strain of romanticism runs through this millionaire desert The Scott-Johnson partnership ts a full partnership. Scott has nothing—noth- lov er. ing anyone has been able to locate— but half of it is Johnson's. Johnson has everything, and half of it is Scott’s. The forceful, picturesque, imaginative Scott says, “When Johnson puts up a million, | put up a million.” And his partner laughs and says, ‘That's right. We're partners, and I'm just Scotty's banker.” Albert Johnson can forsake the moil- ing hubbub of Chicago and visit his partner on Death Valley Ranch. There the business man into and a ten-gallon hat, and sit before the fireplaces and the fountains and listen to the chimes in the clock tower ring out through the amazed Grapevine Mountains. As a sergeant in the Ne- vada State Police, he is occasionally seen with a police star on his khaki shirt, a .38 gun on his hip, walking the streets of some small desert town. Scotty and his partner can pack out along their old trails through the Death Valley hills and search out their old camps on the high places. When Seotts wakes at two in the morning and wants a smoke, his partner will be sleeping on the ground beside him. Seotty can shake his partner awake and have someone to talk to until he finishes his smoke and goes back to sleep. ¢ ‘amped in the hills, the restless Scott will be the Continued on Page 64 can get boots

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We will also send you a sample of After-Shave,” a new lotion . .. refreshing, delightful .. . the perfect finale for every shave. EVENING POST (Continued from Page 62 first to wake in the morning. He will stir as the false dawn sends its soft light over the desert country. He can have another smoke and watch for the rising of the star which old desert men call the Teamster. When the morning star breaks trail over the horizon for the sun, Scotty can poke his partner and say, “All right, Johnson! Team- ster’s up! Seotty and his partner can reéxplore the desert trails and visit the camps they have known for twenty-five years. Just where the high trails run, or what lies at the end of them, no one can definitely say. But wherever they go and whatever they find, the two- million-dollar Death Valley Ranch is a nice permanent base camp to work from. In August, 1930, six months after Scotty went broke, I visited him at the Death Valley Ranch. I had not seen him since his fortune had been swept away. I found him in the kitchen of the big house. ‘Hello!’ he eried. *‘ You’re just in time for mulligan. | got a real mulli- gan here, and you'll like it.” It was good mulligan, because Scotty is a good cook. After lunch we sat back. Seotty spread himself on the big leather cushions of the built-in seat. I said, ‘It’s too bad, Seotty, and I want you to know I’m sorry—your being broke, I mean.” “Hah!” eried Scotty. “So many publie schools in the country and still so much ignorance.”’ “Tell me about it,”’ I said. Scotty said, “I was sitting here in the kitchen one afternoon and two ladies came in to see my castle. They were all excited about it, and they went on about how wonderful it was. They never expected to find such a place in the desert. And I said, ‘Why? Didn't you know it was down here” Didn't you ever hear about my castle?’ “They said, ‘We heard about it in Tonopah.’ ‘I asked, ‘ You never heard about it ‘until you got to Tonopah?’ I could hardly believe it. “*Why, no,’ they said All Roads Lead to Paris “So I asked them where they were from. I thought they must be from another world, but it turns out that they're from Oregon or some place real handy. And they had never heard of Death Valley Scotty's eastle. After | showed them around and they went away, | came in here and sat down and did some real serious thinking. I knew I had to put ona show. I'd been put- ting on shows for years, but here was two ladies who had never heard of my castle until they got to Tonopah. | knew I had to put on a good show right away. ‘Il had twelve or fifteen thousand dollars in eash right handy, and after a lot of thought I decided to take a trip to Paris. | went to Los Angeles and told them I was going to Paris. The morning papers gave me about an inch, saying that Death Valley Scotty was roing to Paris. At the bank the banker says he hears I’m going to Paris, and tells me that one of the bank officials is going to Paris, and if I can wait for him, why, he'll be company for me. The manager of the hotel says that a couple of his friends are going to Paris and would like to go with me. Every place | went someone was going to Paris, and everybody I talked to had a friend who was going to Paris, or they were packing to go themselves. This December 6,19350 Paris idea of mine didn’t seem to be so good, and I was like a coyote dragging a trap—it worried me. “When I got to Chicago I went down to the Board of Trade to see some old friends. They said they saw in the paper that I was going to Paris. It had been in the Chicago papers and it said just that; just one line— Death Valley Scotty going to Paris. ** Ves,’ I said, ‘I’m going to Paris, and it don’t seem to be going over very good. We got to think of something better. What would be a good story ,* ““We all had lunch in one of those Board of Trade dumps—you know, way over in a corner—and we all did a lot of figuring, and my friends were sorry for me, but we couldn't think of a good story. And my friends said that if I really was going to Paris, why, they knew some people who were going to Paris and we could all go together.” Scotty Takes a Cue “T hung around Chicago for a couple of days, wondering what I could do to put on a show. There was no excite- ment in this Paris business; people were going to Paris faster than they went broke last fall. One afternoon | went into a theater and sat there watching the show and thinking about my own troubles. The show was all about this man who once had a lot of money, but had lost it somehow or other. I wasn’t paying much attention to the show—all about this rich man who had rone broke. And then sud- denly I sat up straight in my seat. A rich man who went broke! Jang! There was my cue! I got right out of that theater. I knew what I was going to do. *T got on a train back for the Coast and I wired that I was returning. When Kansas City was still several stops away, a newspaperman climbed on the train and located me. We talked. Yes, my Paris trip was off. I'd just found out I was broke. Learned it in ¢ hicago. Well, this fellow sat and listened to me and was sorry I was broke, but there didn't seem to be any excitement in it. We talked along, back and forth, and | happened to say that I had lost the Death Valley castle. Blooie! There she was! That was what the world wanted to hear! And the world sure heard about it!” “It was a grand story, Scotty,” I said. “Wasn't it? Boy! Why, in Los Angeles the papers sold twenty-two thousand more copies than they did on Lindbergh’s flight, and seventeen thou- sand more than they did when Aimee disappeared. Sure, it made a sucker out of me, but what do I care? If I go to all the trouble of cooking up a good story and giving it out, and the papers don't play it up big, why, then I'd have some reason to be sore. Praise me or condemn me, but don’t ignore me. I didn’t watch Major Burke work for twelve years for nothing. . . . You know Major Burke? Major Burke of the Wild West Show?” Others have already called Major Burke, of Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show, the first of the great American press agents. Seotty still considers Major Burke the greatest of them all. “And at that,” said Scotty, “P. T. Barnum had a circus, and Major Burke had a Wild West show, and I’m just a one-man show —the greatest one- man show on earth. I'm a lobo wolf. I’ve fought them all for twenty-five years. I'll lead the pack and make the kills, but the pack can’t claim me as Continued on Page 67

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(Continued from Page 64) one of them. I like people. If | didn't | wouldn't go to so mueh trouble to entertain them. But | keep to myself. 1 always have. I always will. I'll never commercialize myself. I'm not selling anything. I’m not taking up any collections. I don’t ever intend to. That's why I say I'm a lobo wolf.” I said, “All right, Lobo. What about this confession story that vou didn’t have any mine and got all your money from your partner?” Seotty laughed. “That was a good story too,” he said. ‘* People have been wanting to see that in print for vears So | gave it to them. It was a good follow-up on my going broke. It shoved me right down in the mud, but they gave it plenty of space. You know what the situation is here between me and Johnson. Johnson's my banker. On the ranch here we are partners. We are fifty-fifty on this ranch. It’s so fixed that if anything happens to either of us, the other one gets the ranch. Mrs. Johnson onee told me that if anything ever happened to me she doubted if they'd ever come back here. You know how much time my partner spends on his visits out here.” “Yes.” TL said, “I had luneh with him in town the other day and he told me he was just yvour banker and vour partner on the ranch.” Friends of a Friend in Need “Why should he tell vou that ‘f it wasn'tso?” demanded Scotty." That's the straight on the whole business. All the rest is hooey People have been suying for years that I didn’t have anything. | didn’t have any money 1 didn’t have anv mine: the eastle | Wiis talking about was just a lot of Seotty’s wind. The castle's here. You can see it. It popped right up in the dese rt Two hundred and st vents thou- sand tons of material for people to lool at! It all came in over the road to build Scotty's castle. Wouldn't it be funny if that noisy Death Valley Scotty popped up with that mine he’s heen talking about? Boy, what a story that would be! And then | could tell them my partner gave it to me. And nbout this castle, if it’s good praise the irchitect and builder: if it’s no good, blame me! I’m responsible for every- thing Vou see around here, so uns thing that’s wrong is my fault.” | said, “You are a generous soul Seotty “Why shouldn't I be? In all my life | never got a dirty deal from but two men. People have been generous with me. Why, say! Here’s something When that story went out that | was broke donations of money poured in on me from all over the world. From the people! On the train when | was talk- ing to the newspaperman and the word got through the train that | was broke, they started a collection for me. I went back to the diner and they gave me a purse of twenty-five dollars; the cooks and waiters had made it up. Now what do you think of that? In Los Angeles | got a present of eight dollars in nickels and pennies from the news boys, the kids on the streets who knew me. Ina restaurant where I've bee: eating for vears | tind a tive-dollar bil in my napkin. A nephew of a man | once rode herd for up near Butte sent me a cheek for fifty dollars. The letters poured into the ranch. They came in tied up in pareels of two hundred More than twenty thousand letters! There was S48S1 sent to me to help me out of my trouble. You don’t know how good that made me feel. It was a lot of THE SATURDAY EVENING POST work sending all the money back, but the warm feeling it gave me made the work nothing at all CGienerous! \ hy shouldn't | be vyenerous, Seotty reared around restlessly on the leather seat along the wall. He sat up and ruffled his hair and looked at me But hell,”’ he said thats all dead That's yesterday's paper. Let's get out today's paper. I’m going down to the Lower Vine. Come on along. | want to show you the place I'm fixing down there for my mules. Going to have a nice place for the mules Where'd I put that gun? Come on! On with the show i Scotty found t he six-vun which wa never beyond his reac! during the davs | spent with him, and we drove s miles down Grapevine Canvon to the irrigated farm which is called the Lower Vine. We entered the rusti heat-insulated bungalow and Scotty took a big armehair and | sat in the shade on the tiles of the doorste ) It was late August and Death Valley's sink to the south was hot, but we were two thousand feet above it, and a dry breeze blew through the shade of the trees where Seotty will have a modert eorral for his mules. Seotty rolled bac in his chair and lit a cigar and looked west toward the Last Chance Mou tains He said, | like tl place better than the castle. There's not so mat people around for you to Tall over | can be by myself down here. I'm going to have a nice place here for my mules.” He smoked a moment. and then said, “IT sat here in this chair witl il quarter of ou millon do il ! ! pane kets. and nobodv knew I| had 1

and nobody Knew where t enme Tron \ quarter of a m lon dollar and lot more where it came fror if | were to fro out i the hills today and br t fifty thousand dollar hall of it would be Johnson's. Whatever n racket 4 remember that Johnson su pourtiive Vi€ OUNn by on this rane! We're a fitt ol ranch a ranch that never the finished in our lifetime t ter th per yi oe eee Goo eer. haven t got the ey to th and this one-Tan Stow e? That's passing strange ND as fine a tobacco ads evel sweetened a pripre bowl! \ Find the Kite <iity-vear-old secret. our own Wellman =~ Method, VIVES Years ago.” said Seott hift Granger its fruity” fragrance: seals in the mellow pipes about in his «hai nu vreat eit ecdlito , flavor that smokers love lo draw deep. told me three things | have never fo 1 r show out ‘ . , . , gotten: First. neve de ole And Granger smokes cool! Big shaggy flakes —Rough Cut eard second, never Commer ‘ vourself; third, always | to the - —that burn ~lowet ~mnoke gvallerv. Never mind the dre- rele , , é ‘ cooler. leave il jripee creaner, piavy to the wallery ! ere ‘ , | ’ ron rout mie 2 : applause comes from. | ve put on so Fora Merry Christmas a whole rood shows following tl 1 | Poy "ll put on some more month long. wive hima pound But tell me, Walter, tl key ve ; P ve “ { if were talking about, this myster ol Granget Rough til. surrounds vou—what about it Seotty said rhis eastle of mine Pipn tobacco thet and all the rest of this outfit ust the tail to the kite Kvery hod S WORT) Is repre tobacco about the tail to the kite. Thev ought

to forget the tail and vet the kite. wet the facets. Just pick out the fa That ought to be« | (Certain snid Seat twentvyv-tive ears people ‘ rang worrving about the ! to the Kite Just forget the ta ind tind the T 7 and then vou've got some The tale of Scotty's kite is lor cr mid of string there is no little. On with the show ’ Scott *s getting out tomorrow paper. Editor's Note—This is the last of two articles by Mr. Lee LIGGETT & MYERS TOBACCO CO

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It was then decided that Jacques Johnson was too free with his teeth to be trusted behind any of the other horses. Accordingly he and his team mate—a somewhat smaller black horse by the name of Siki—were taken off the tongue and stood at one side to be used as the lead team. The work of hitching up the rest of the horses proceeded slowly and pain- fully. with much shouting of directions by Monsieur Leboutellier, a great out- pouring of quaint French phrases by the drivers, and a lot of joyful frisking and leaping about by the horses. All this time the spectators whom Monsieur Cru had invited were arriv- ing, and they enjoyed the little horse show every bit as much as Gadget and I. Finally, about ten o’clock, the last reluctant animal was jerked into place, and the great French harvester, pulled by the thirty beautiful steeds, with Siki and Jacques Johnson in the lead, moved majestically out to the edge of the wheat field. Here a halt was made while Monsieur Cru explained that he wanted me to harvest the south side of the field, while the French machine was to take the north side. Monsieur Le- boutellier walked up to his apparatus, and by pulling a large lever threw ina clumsy-looking jaw clutch which con- nected the threshing machinery to the large rear wheels. He then announced that he was ready to go. Gadget and I walked over to our own outfit. I cranked up the tractor and started the motor on the harvester. Then Gadget climbed into the tractor, I took my place in the operator's seat of the harvester, and we started off. The wheat was wonderful —better than anything I have ever seen in America. It was very tall, very thick, and loaded with grain. But the machine handled it beautifully, and we proceeded smoothly up to the far end of the field, and then returned. At the end of this first round we noticed that Monsieur Leboutellier’s had not yet started; so we stopped and walked over to see what was the trouble. Monsieur Cru was kind enough to explain mat- ters to Gadget. “That large black horse,’ he said, “has been making trouble again.” asked Gadget. “Yes. That is his name. Just as they were ready to start he kicked the horse behind him with great violence. Appar- ently he did no serious damage, but as long as he is acting in this way it seems unsafe to leave him in his present posi- tion.” “So what are they doing about it?” “They have sent to the barn for an extra piece of chain. When it comes they are going to hitch Jacques John- son and Siki two or three meters farther forward. They will then be so far out ahead of the other horses that their kicking can do no damage.” “Well,” said Gadget, “I wish them luck. And I suppose we might as well go back to our work. If you want to see some real harvesting you had better come over and watch us.”’ {[Nore: The above conversation was, of course, all in French. I have given it to you as Gadget translated it to me.] Gadget and I walked back and started another round, and everything went very smoothly. The only trouble was that we didn’t seem to be making much impression on our audience The prominent farmers—to the number of a couple of hundred—were right there where they could have looked at us, machine “Jacques Johnson?” THE SATURDAY HORSE PLAY (Continued from Page 1i1 but they were so fascinated by the lively animal act which Monsieur Le- boutellier was putting on that they seemed to be paying very little atten- tion to us. We kept on, however, making round after round with relentless regularity. I wasusing thegrain-sackingattachment, and at the end of each round | always had a number of sacks full of which I dumped at the field. Toward the end of the morning Mon- sieur Cru and a few of the farmers came over and watched our work, and at noon Monsieur Cru very kindly invited Gadget and me to have luncheon with him. We accepted the invitation, and after parking the tractor and harvester beside Monsieur Leboutellier’s ma- chine, we strolled back to the chateau with Monsieur Cru. *T had hoped,” he said, ‘“‘that Mon- sieur Leboutellier could join us at luncheon, but he says he will be busy with his horses all through the hour.” *T notice that he hasn't got started yet,” said Gadget. “What seems to be the trouble now?’ ‘**During the last hour he has had to replace two or three broken whiffle- trees, and he has also spent a good deal of time rearranging the teams.” “What was the idea of that?” “He has been trying to fix it so that all the kicking horse s would be at the rear, and all the horses that like to bite would be at the front.” “That sounds like a rood scheme,” said Gadget. ‘* How does it work?” ‘Fairly well,” said Monsieur Cru, “except that all of the horses bite to some extent, and all of them kick. | fear that Monsieur Leboutellier has almost more horses than he can mian- age effectively. But we must give him time to get this thing worked out, and this afternoon I trust we machine in action.” grain, edge of the noon shall see his said Gadget. “I the demonstration ‘I hope so too,.”’ would hate to see too one-sided.” We continued our walk to the Cha- teau de Mocquethon. Monsieur Cru prov ided a most excellent luncheon, which lasted until about two o'clock, at which time we drove back to the fic ld in my little rented French car. By this time Monsieur Leboutellier had man- aged to get all the broken whiffletrees replaced and had succeeded in getting the horses fed, watered and hitched up again. He had found a number of muzzles and had put them on the horses which were the most active with their teeth. He that he was ready, so we all stood around ex- pectantly and waited to see him start his monster machine. With great dignity he climbed up a short ladder and took his place in the midst of a lot of intricate levers and control wheels on the forward deck of his craft. Little André mounted to the poop deck and stood at attention beside another group of levers and wheels. It was very That French harvester seemed to have more wheels, handles, levers,cranks,adjustingscrews, and other gimeracks battle- ship. Out in front pranced the thirty horses, while the fifteen drivers sat their saddles with grim determination. Mon- sieur Leboutellier raised his hand. There was a moment of awe-inspiring silence. Then Monsieur Leboutellier’s announce d impressive, than a voice rang out loud and clear. * Allez!” he yelled. “Allez! EVENING POST The drivers took up the cry. ** Allez! Allez!”’ they repe ated. The \ leaned for- ward. They dug their heels into the horses’ flanks. But nothing in particu- lar happened. The horses jumped around perhaps a trifle more vigor- ously than before, but they did not move forward. Monsieur Cru, diagnosed the trouble at once. ** Those who stood near us, accustomed to working alone or in pairs, Not ome of them will start to pull unless he the field clear ahead of him.” “They dragged the thing out here from the barn,” “That out of gear. horses,” he said, “are said ¢ iadget. The machine was But now that it is in gear the horses will have to pull with all their strength to started. And each horse is waiting until the animal in front gets out of his way. None of them, except the leaders, have the slightest intention of moving off.” “As far as that goes,”’ said Gadget “it doesn't look to me as if the leaders were doing very much either.”’ We looked at Jacques Johnson and Siki. They stood out in front with their ears back, very ugly way, and their tails switch- ing viciously. Their feet were planted solidly and stubbornly on the ground. In other words, they were feeling slightly ugly and distinctly balky. They had made up their minds they were not going to start, and they glared around as if they make them. body that the other twenty-eight horses Was Cassy. get it their noses curled up in a were daring anybody to It was obvious to every- would never get under way as long as those two balky brutes were out in front of them. Monsieur La boute llier climbed down from his lofty perch. He ordered Jaeques Johnson and Siki to be un- hitched and equipped with muzzles taken from a couple of the other ani- mals. the then unhooked and placed out in front, and Jacques Johnson and Siki put in their old places beside the tongue At this point a most unfortunate ac- cident oceurred. Little André a very nice kid and always wants to be helpful had climbed Two of wheel horses were were who ts down from the harvester and had come forward to assist in changing the horses. While he was fastening up one of the traces Jacques Johnson suddenly kicked out behind, and one of his iron-shod hoofs André in the head. It was a particularly hard blow, but it knocked not hit poo! him out cold, and he fell down right behind Jacques Johnson, where he in great danger of be ’ trampled Ipor or kicked again. Gadget and l, who were stand ur nearer than any of the other specta- tors, immediately ran forward, grabbed André by the feet and dragged h m out of harm’s way ‘Take him back to said Monsieur Cru. I lifted André into the rear seat of my little ear. One of the en ito stepped up and said that he was a doctor We had him vet wu beside \r dré. Monsieur Cru and I climbed into the front sea “Gadget,” I said, “you stay here with the machine If you want to cut any more grain before | get back. perhaps vou could vet one of these French gentlemen to ride on the harvester.” I then drove rapidly to the chateau and we took André upstairs and put him to bed. lll trust KLEINS "OU can't tell vou leather by looking at it—feelme it—the put it under laboratory test bending only wav is to You can bet your life no prOror leather ever the Alein trademark—the leather tested drop forged buckles- snaps and out under oes dees—are as good as they can be made. When | throw my weight back on a strap 1 want to be pretty sure it will hold—if it ear- ries the Klein trademark it will Distributed through jobber Four pamphlets of interest to you af you are a lineman or responsibl for the safety of linemen Check the ones you want } ‘ The Safety Fact Mathias KLEIN & Sons 3200 BELMONT ANI CHICAGO

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e the doctor was examining his e came to, looked around and ed somewhat feebly. The doctor, ‘ e had finished his examination, ‘ iefly to Monsieur Cru, and é em ited } remarks to me in \lost of these French pro- men seem to he pretty rood | Apparent t is not serious,” he d t it will be wise to keep him for the rest of the afternoon.” \ndré, however, did not seem to to stay quiet. He asked the doc- ous questions. The doctor re- ed. Then André looked at me and ted a iong fharangue, which—as it sin the French language—I did not nderstand. The doctor tried to quiet but he kept right on. Finally the ed to me. This boy,”’ he said, “has just re- strange tale, which he es Tne Lo pass on to you.” good,”’ I said. “I am listen- i t of all,”’ said the doctor. he e to thank you for saving his {nd what gave him the idea,” | ed, “‘that I did any such thing?” He asked me exactly what hap- ened, so I told him that after he was cked you and your wife, at great sk to vourselves, pulled him out from beneath the hoefs of the horses.” The risk was much less than vou nh I said I have great respect r the hoofs of that old Jacques John- and I ean assure you I kept my self ell out of the danger zone. All I had 10 as reach in one hand for the : tion of a second and give a strong s young gentleman's left said the or the young man is grateful, nat a t may, i he has told me something which airead on his conseence, and ‘ would lave told hefore. eX- ‘ it he was afraid of his master, | ‘ Leboutellier.”’ We ve i said, *‘ this all sounds amusing. Exactly what is this nee tale He ivs that ti Leboutellier- eeing that he couldn't compete with our excellent machine by fair means letern rit 1 to get the better of vou renacnery The dirty bum!" I said. And { Ss noo! while vou were ab- ent at luncheo he tampered with ' whine What's th ou say > What did he The young man’s explanation is her omplicated It appears that | ‘ Lehoutellier waited until the lrivers had left to take their horses to er. Then he forced our young friend e to help him drain all of the es- ence from the tractor tank into a num- if pails. Or at least that is the way lerstood it. That would be per- ossible, would it not?” Yes,”’ I said. “*The gasoline, or es- ‘ s you call it, is carried in the ve tank which you may have noticed t inder the rear er d of the hood All he would to do is oper thie side of the hood. eh covers the motor. ee his pail ur cle ¢ the drain cock in « bottom of the tank and turn it on. “tid h proceed- rood. We would t | don’t see how any ould do him any over at once that we were out of fuel and send for some more.” But wait,”’ said the doctor. ‘‘ Mon- eur Lebouteilier did more than that.” (i0 o1 as I said He removed the drain cock and also ik ng whiel was around it. The THE SATURDAY young man says that this left a hole more than a centimeter in diameter in the bottom of the tank.” “And what did he do next?” “He plugged up the hole with a piece of wax, and then they poured all the essence back into the tank.” “This is all beyond me,” I said. ‘What did he think he was doing?” “After this,” continued the doctor, ‘he took the spark plug out of the rear cylinder, and laid it—with the wire still attached—on a cross member of the tractor frame directly under the wax-plugged hole. Is that clear?” “5s 2. “He then cranked the motor and had this young man watch the spark plug to see if it gave forth a spark in its new location. Apparently it did. Mon- sieur Leboutellier then soaked a large quantity of cotton waste in essence and left it on top of the spark plug. After this he closed down the hood and went back to his own machine.” “Holy Moses!’ I said. “If anybody cranks that tractor it will set all that waste on fire.” “Exactly so,’ agreed the doctor. “And that is not all. Our young pa- tient says it was Monsieur Leboutel- lier’s intention that the heat from the burning waste should melt the wax so that the entire tankful of essence would run out, catch fire and cause such a conflagration that your entire machine would be destroyed.” ‘Excuse me,” I said as I grabbed my hat, “but I must be on my way.” ‘Just a minute,” said the doctor. Go on.” “Our friend wants to tell you one more thing. He says that these plans have already partially gone wrong.” ‘How do you mean?” I asked. ‘It seems that just before we re- turned to the field they heard a gentle, splashing noise from the direction of your tractor. They investigated and found that the piece of wax had dropped out of the hole in the tank and all the essence had run out and soaked into Monsieur Leboutellier was going to plug the hole again and the ground. try to get more essence to refill the tank. But we returned before he could do anything, so they had to leave mat- ters as they were.” Let me see,”’ I gaid. ‘* We could still have a small fire in the cotton waste. And we could have something else. Good Lord, yes! That tank is probably full of an explosive mixture of gasoline vapor and air. If that waste catches on fire the flames would go right up through the hole in the bottom of the tank and - Pardon me, but I really must be going.” I went out of that old chateau like the well-known bat out of hell. Mon- sieur Cru followed. We leaped into my little ear and headed for the wheat field. As I sped along I could see ahead of me the vast, looming bulk of the French machine, with the mob of horses in front of it. Beside it stood our neat little harvester. In front of the har- vester stood the tractor. And in front of the tractor stood Gadget. Appar- ently she was just getting ready to spin the crank. I pushed the accelerator right down to the floor, but I couldn’t get any more speed out of the little ear. I sounded the horn violently, but it was yne of those feeble little French affairs operated by a rubber bulb, and it didn’t make enough noise to matter. Far ahead of me I could see Gadget stooping over. She was evidently tak- ing hold of the crank. On the seat of our harvester sat a Frenchman with black whiskers—evidently one of the spectators who had volunteered his EVENING POST services. Over by the French machine I could see Monsieur Leboutellier walk- ing nervously back and forth. The thirty horses and fifteen drivers were strung out in front. I recognized Jacques Johnson and Siki on either side of the tongue. Apparently the French outfit had been held up by more trouble of some sort; they had not budged from the place where they had been when I had left. Gradually, but with maddening slow- ness, I was drawing closer. I began to hope that I might arrive in time. But I did not. When I was still several hun- dred meters distant, Gadget gave the crank of the tractor a brisk flip. There was a sudden flash from the center of the tractor. There was a loud report, like about half a dozen sticks of dyna- mite going off. An irregular-shaped object—which I found out later was the entire end of the tank—went sail- ing through the air and landed with a resounding whack directly on Jacques Johnson’s muscular rear end. This spirited animal—who had so recently balked and refused to move an inch— came to life in a most surprising man- ner. He leaped forward. He dragged the whole tremendous harvesting ma- chine about six feet. It bumped into the other three wheel horses. These brutes—already half seared to death by the explosion—also plunged madly forward. They butted into the horses ahead. These horses started up. The panie spread. And before the unfortu- nate drivers knew what was going on, the entire thirty animals were gallop- ing madly across the field, dragging the great harvester after them. I stopped my little car beside Gadget. Monsieur Cru and I leaped out. I was much relieved to find that she was un- hurt. The spectators also had escaped. The explosion had been violent, but there had been no flying fragments ex- cept the end piece of the tank which had given such a lusty but harmless blow to Jaeques Johnson. I gave the tractor a hasty inspection. The small fire in the cotton waste was already out and the only damage was the destruc- tion of the tank. By this time the French harvester was nearing the far end of the field. The drivers, although they could not stop the horses, or even slow them down, were able to guide them slightly to the left, so that the huge harvester, in its mad career, swung slowly around in a magnificent circle and finally headed straight back toward where we were standing. The visiting farmers were all in a state of the wildest ex- citement, rushing hither and thither and shouting and waving their arms around as only Frenchmen can. Mon- sieur Leboutellier was weeping copi- ously and rubbing his hands together as if he were engaged in washing them. I think this quaint gesture is com- monly described as wringing the hands. As the harvester, in its cireular course, drew nearer to us we were all startled to observe that a very curious phenomenon was taking place. From time to time the huge machine seemed to be throwing out fragments of vari- ous kinds, much as Vesuvius in erup- tion belches forth stones and ashes. ‘*What on earth is going on?” I said. “T bet I know,” said Gadget. ‘* That machine is in gear. Those horses are pulling it at least five times as fast as it is supposed to go. The threshing ma- chinery inside is being driven at least five times too fast. And it can’t stand it.” Gadget was right. The unfortunate insides of the machine had been forced into a state of frenzied activity such as December 6,1950 the designers had never dreamed of. The cylinder was spinning like a cream separator, the grain augers were whirl- ing like mad, the fans were going like airplane propellers, and the whole mechanism, as it drew nearer, seemed to be making a noise very similar to the big rattler in the foundry at Earth- worm City. And all this accelerated motion was, as Gadget had said, more than the machine could stand. The entire header, with the cutter bar and reel and everything, had been wrenched off at the far end of the field. And now, as the tremendous apparatus with its plunging horses bore down upon us, we observed a lot of screens, bits of torn canvas and other junk be- ing projected through the side. A mo- ment later we were all running madly for the fence to avoid being hit. But the drivers managed to pull the horses sidewise, and instead of running over us, they went charging by and started another lap of their wild race. As they passed, there was a rending crash and a large assortment of cylinder teeth and about half of the concave shot out through the upper deck. And a mo- ment later a mass of kindling wood that had once been the Jackson feeder was spewed out of the mouth of the dog house. Once more the horses and their clumsy vehicle receded into the dis- tance. It looked as if the poor animals were getting tired. As they swung around the circle for the second time they slowed down more and more. And when they got back again to where we were standing, the drivers, with much jerking and sawing of the reins, finally managed to bring them to a stop. The stupendous French harvester was a complete wreck. The remains of the chassis were towed back to the barns. The horses were unhitched and taken away. And a couple of peasants with a wagon were sent out to the field to gather up as many of the fragments as they could find. I really began to feel rather sorry for Monsieur Leboutellier. His demon- stration had been a complete fizzle, his machine was a total wreck, and Mon- sieur Cru—before I had a chance to do anything myself—confronted him with the proof of his criminal action in at- tempting to destroy our tractor. Poor Leboutellier saw that denial would be useless. He begged for mercy in a most piteous manner, and I finally told him that if he would pay for the damage I would take no action against him. I named a reasonably high figure, and he paid it at once. I then asked Monsieur Cru if we had done enough demonstrating to suit him, and he said that we had. How- ever, he did not wish to buy anything until he had had an opportunity to think things over, and he said that he would be glad to talk to us tomorrow morning. Gadget and I, therefore, spent an hour or so interviewing the various spectators who had come to see the demonstration. They spoke highly of our machine, but they all said that their farms were too small to justify the purchase of such a large apparatus. Probably they are right. Ap- parently Gadget and I will have to be satisfied with the sale of this one dem- onstration machine to Monsieur Cru, final arrangements for which we hope and expect to make tomorrow morning. Before we left the Chateau de Moequethon we learned that young André had so far recovered that he had resigned from Monsieur Leboutellier’s employment and taken a job with Monsieur Cru. (Continued on Page 75)

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Continued from Page 70) Late in the afternoon, when we had returned to Chateau-Thierry, we were fortunate enough to find at a hardware store a tank of just the right size for our tractor. We will take it out tomor- row and install it. And then, as soon as we have sold the tractor and the har- vester to Monsieur Cru, I will write you so that you may congratulate us on our success, Very truly, ALEXANDER Borts. ALEXANDER Borts EUROPEAN REPRESENTATIV} FOR THI EARTHWORM TRACTOR Hore. JEAN-DE-LA-FONTAINE, CHATRAU-THIERRY, FRANCE, Tuesday Evening, July 31, 1928, Mr. GILBertT HENDERSON, EARTHWORM TRACTOR COMPANY, EARTHWORM Crry, ILLINOIS. I KAR HENDERSON : Mere words fail utterly to describe the present mental state of Gadget and myself. But perhaps if I tell you what happened this morning, you may be able to form his impact not against the horse, as should have been done, but against the three other members of his family. In- stantly there tangle of forms; the four riders were thrown from the horse, over the ring bank and into the hippodrome track, where the father and the daughter-in-law failed to rise. Mrs. Homer Hobson's head had struck a net stake; she was unconscious. Twisting in the air to break her fall, the father- in-law had fallen under the weight of the girl’s body, and they carried him out too. Naturally, they worked that night as though nothing had _ hap- pened—the recuperative powers of cir- cus people form one of the cheering things of life. So did the horse work— he went to work for a number of extra sessions of practice. was a Reversing the Order of Things About all that an audience ever no- tices about a rosin-back is thata broad- backed horse appears to have a won- derful ability to keep time to the musie. But a circus audience does not see all that it believes it sees under the big top. With rare exceptions nothing in the circus keeps time to the band. The band keeps time to it. Essential as the circus band is—and I believe I would halt my triple somersault in mid-air if the drum should stop rolling—it, never- theless, issecondary. For instance, when the elephants dance their hootchy- kootchy, they are not following the music; they are leading it. The band follows them, matching their move- ments so closely that they are in uni- son; the elephant pays attention to no one but his trainer. The same is true of dancing horses and all the other ani- mals, and of the acts themselves. None of them is practiced to music; the per- formances are perfected, and then the music is fitted to them. Today there is not so much jealousy and bickering in circus life as there once was. But when it does arise, the performer who works in the center ring has an easy system by which he brings grief to other performers whose acts he does not desire to shine. He simply THE SATURDAY at least some faint conception of the way we feel this evening. At about eleven a.m., after we had installed the new tank on the tractor we saw Monsieur Cru. “IT have decided to buy the French harvester,” he said—‘‘not the which was wrecked, but another one just like it which they from the factory.” ‘IT don’t understand,” said Gadget. “Tf you want a machine that will har- vest your grain and save labor . “But I don't,” said Monsieur Cru. “What do I want with saving machinery? here in France that there is no point in trying to save ~~ “But you told us that you would be interested in seeing us demonstrate.” “Perhaps I should have explained more fully in the beginning. You see, | am a motion-picture producer.” *Yes,”’ said Gadget, “‘we had heard that.” ‘I am making a picture called Les Glaneuses—The Female Gleaners. The laid in the wheat fields of France. It is inspired by Millet’s paint- ing, around which we have woven a story of tender sentiment and burning passion. We wish to give the picture an one are shipping up your labor- Labor Is SO cheap scene 18 SPLIT SECONDS Continued from Page 13 develops a penchant for changing his music, with the result that while the playing of the band is matched to his act, it is not matched to the others. Time is thereby destroyed, and good performers suddenly become bad ones. But for all of us there are plenty of difficulties even when things apparently running at their smoothest. We must work in the dark to a certain de- gree; we do not know why we let go ata certain instant, or what clocklike ar- rangement of our brain that tiny part of a second which forms the starting time. We only know that a flashing energy shoots through us and on we go, to the double the triple, to the back of a horse, or to speeding cart wheels along the ground, to the applause of a well-done act, the sympathy of an audience as we fall, spin about, fight for a safe landing and then, rope-burned or bruised, go back to our tricks again. I have had more bumps in my life than the usual performer, for the rea- son that I have always hated to use a mechanic. In fact, I learned the triple somersault without one. It wasn't pleasant, but I felt that was the only way I ever could master it. There would be plenty of falls, I knew, after I had become proficient; I might as well learn to take them in the begin- ning, and while doing so learn to guard against the dangers of the net. For that great spread of knotted rope W hich stretches across the breadth of a big top during a flying-trapeze act is not the beneficent thing which it appears to be. It is dangerous, a friend indeed if you fall into it properly, but otherwise a lurking enemy, waiting to are gauges some rsault, or to snap the bones of an arm or a leg—or a neck. killed by falls into the net, and even on tumbles which the audience uneventful, it seems to possess satanic joy in gouging the flesh out of one. A net is made by a succession of spaces between square knots. Those knots can flay one like a whip if the fall is not accurately gauged. So I practiced my triple into the net, and I believe that it Persons have been many classe Ss as was due to this EVENING POST up-to-date flavor r\ show some- thing new and spectacular In the way r methods of harvesting For this pur- pose your machine is almost worthless {ll it does is harvest the wheat. But you saw what Monsieur Leboutellier’ machine did.” Yes.”’ said Cadget. E did.” My only regret.”’ ne sa d. “is that “We certainly we did not have the ras here ves terday. What a Ah, those magnificent, charging horses! Al the yr intneacs of that came spectac le it was! aWwe-lnspirin tremendous machine of Monsieur Le- tic! It gift from heaven boutellier! It was majes Was incredible! It was as a to the motion-pieture France®In short, | appoint you, bi harvester. | am buying the It is all decided.” And apparently it was industry of to dis- it lam not buving vour am sorry other one. Gadget pro- but so at last we brought the tractor and the harvester back here to Chateau-Thierry, thus bringing to an absurd and idiotic conclusion what had tested and argued for a long time, it Was no use, promised to be one of the most success- ful selling campaigns of your usually successful salesman, ALEXANDER Borts. that I The triple somersault is a history of death there there have been men and women whos¢ succeeded history of the as long as have been circuses sole ambition was to accomplish three full turns in the master tury, the famous leape rs who worked with a springboard, and the triple somersault has killed more persons than all other air. The struggle to it has lasted more than a cen- beginning with the old davs of dangerous cireus acts combined. Mile-a-Minute Somersaults The reason lies in the terrific speed at which the act must be accomplished At a than sixty miles an hour, the body is traveling so propulsion of more fast that by the time the second revo- lution is reached, the space gauges of the brain have ceased to function prop- The body controlled, and for erly. is going faster than it ean be a split in- stant one loses all knowles re of t me, Ther “as the bod, begins to fall and slows slightly with , distance or surroundings ant, space in another split inst the third somersault, that ability to gauge must be regained, so that when ks out of the third the performer breaks I hands of the revolution and toward the cleat It is a lack of « larity here which causes death: that he has lost all knowledge of where eatcher, his brain can be again. the performer has spun so fast he is, and plunges downward to the net or onward to the mat if the turn is from a springboard—without being able to protect his body properly im the fall The impact therefore, comes not on his back but at the base of the sku in as much as the natural whirl of the fall almost invariab carrie hin ird tl it positior ad the et n snaps | neck. 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Or Box 530, Station C, Los Angeles, Calif Canada $19.9 ney order for $14.95 Send Sunkist Junior Street State SATURDAY d be EVENING POST in the dressing rooms a floral contribu- tion was being collected for Ernie Lane, who had been killed by the net at the previous night’s dress rehearsal—dur- ing the triple somersault. What my own end will be, I, of course, do not know. I think I'll die of old age. But other persons have differ- ent opinions, among them the manager of a Berlin theater, a cheerful soul who did much to make an engagement happy for me several years ago. He dug into every file that existed, and with a complete list of the scores of deaths resultant from the triple somer- sault wrote an article for his program, incorporating all the fatalities and ex- actly how they occurred. Following this, he added: Alfredo Codona is now the one living man consistently performing the triple somersault. Sooner or later, of course, he will meet the same fate that has befallen others who have attempted this dangerous feat. That program had a strange reaction upon me. I fell more times during the Berlin engagement than in all the rest of that year’s European trip. Indeed, there are times when I won- der just how closely psychology and muscle are mingled in the triple. I do know that its fatalistie history had an effect which prevented me from learn- ing the trick in spite of five years of hard work. I couldn't get it; there was always the ingrained feeling that since it had killed so many others, it would kill me too. That interfered with my concentration, and as a result I inva- riably cast in the middle of it. “Casting,” to the circus performer, is purely a psychological term. It has to do with that part of an instant when the mind seems to let go, to refuse longer to hold to the terrific burden of concentration which has been placed upon it. It is like a sharp knife struck suddenly against a set of tightly drawn strings; the parting comes in a dozen directions; the performer sprawls hope- lessly, all thought of his trick departed. And, of course, he fails. Why it hap- pens, or how it happens, a performer rarely knows. He only realizes that one instant he is apparently as able to do a trick as ever; the next instant he is a gangling amateur, unable to pull him- self out of psychological transgression that threatens his life. The Demon of the Circus Tent Sometimes it arrives like an epi- demic. One year, for instance, on the Ringling-Barnum Cireus, we had a number of girls who worked a mixed aerial number spotted at various parts of the tent. As the tricks were simple and comparatively safe, they worked without nets. One day a girl fell. Into the tent rushed the stretcher bearers, to gather her from the ground and hurry the unconscious crumple of soiled silk and spangles to the doctor's tent. At last she regained consciousness. A companion, kneeling beside her, asked how it happened. ‘I don’t know,” she moaned. “I just let go.” A week later, another fell. Then an- other, and a fourth and fifth and sixth; it seemed to us as the season progressed that they were dropping like ripe plums. Nor was there ever more of an explanation than: ‘I just let go. I couldn’t hold on any longer.” That is the invisible demon of the circus tent which we call “casting.” Itis always present, working through gravi- tation, through a headache, through December 6,19350 some piece of sharp kidding which has hurt sensitive feelings, through heat and illness and fatigue, for the failure of the act. Sometimes it comes more into the open; it almost visualizes it- self into a personality. Through ex- perience I can tell why a certain queer, overtired light appears in Lillian Leit- zel’s eyes when, her act done, she can cease to be the taut, watchful per- former and relax into my wife. It is a peculiar light, like no other expression | ever have seen, and I know without a word what it means. A Struggle in Mid-Air Forty netless feet from the ground, suspended by one arm which never ceases to pain, owing to the remorse- less gouging of the rope from which she hangs, Leitzel has been fighting something more dangerous than height, or loose rigging, or heat, or fatigue. The common enemy has all but material- ized, sufficient even to talk! The words run through her brain as though some- one were suspended in mid-air beside her. A queer, argumentative streak in her brain has leaped into action, so strong that instead of a mere mental quirk, it seems like an actual voice in- cessantly pleading: “Why don’t you let go? You're tired; it’s foolish to hang onto a rope away up here in the air. The audience won't care; there is plenty more for them to look at. Let go! Let go!” To loosen her grip would mean death. Or in that instant when, with hands wide open, she poises herself in a hand stand upon the Roman rings, balancing herself upon the web of flesh between her thumbs and index fingers; to relax then would mean a forty-foot plunge to the ground. Or when she swings over, still holding her hands open until that hundredth of an instant when her body lies upon the dividing line be- tween pressure upon the Roman rings and the effects of gravitation—if in that hundredth of an instant the hands would fail to grip, there would be little left of Lillian Leitzel. But the voice goes remorselessly on: “Let go! Let go! Why go to all this effort, when you could drop to the ground and rest?” I know that circus performers are not supposed to know much about psy- chology. Perhaps not, as it is taught in the textbooks, or in the Freudian philosophy. But we have our own man- ifestations which perhaps might interest an occasional professor. My conquest of the triple somersault, for instance, was as much mental as it was physical. Even today I feel its reaction. As I have mentioned, the long, fa- talistic history of the triple deterred me from its accomplishment for years. Then, in 1919, I determined either to accomplish it, get killed or quit trying. My brother Lalo and I fitted up our rigging in a building in Shreveport, Louisiana, and with my father “pat- ting”’ for me and aiding me in my tim- ing, we set to work. It was not long until a psychological effect exerted itself. I had adopted a fatalistic attitude; if this was to be the end of my efforts, very well, then, it would be the end, and there need be no more thought wasted on the sub- ject. So, with that out of the way, my mind cleared itself of extraneous mat- ters and exerted itself fully upon the concentration necessary to the accom- plishment of the feat. The next spring, in the Coliseum at Chicago, I went into performance with the triple somer- sault as a climax of my regular routine. (Centinued on Page 79) 11

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(Continued from Page 76) To repeat, the success of the triple lies principally in the reéstablishment of brain coérdination following that dazed second in which the body is turning so swiftly that the mind ap- parently loses control. For an instant I know nothing except that I am turn- ing with increased velocity—a thing which the audience rarely notices is that in the triple the body of the per- former during the second revolution is actually more than a foot higher than in the first. This is the height of the speed; I spin as though I had been caught in a whirlwind, and during that second revolution the speed of my body has exceeded the speed of my brain. But once the height has been reached, my brain begins to fight for renewed control. It is comparable to a swift recovery from unconsciousness. The tent, the music, the roll of the band’s drumbeat; hearing, sight, sense of direction, knowledge of surroundings—all have been instantaneously absent. Then, suddenly, I am alive again. I am fall- ing, and spinning as I fall. The sudden deadness of my brain is jerked instan- taneously to life. From far away a vague, filmy mirage rushes toward me with the speed of a bullet. The trapeze from which it hangs is cobwebby; the outstretched arms are misshapen and grotesque. I see only one thing clearly — the eyes, growing swiftly larger and more luminous. Closer, closer they rush, until they are staring into mine, the reflected lights of the big top seem- ing to gleam from them like the glare from enormous headlights. There in the air, I seem to halt. Suddenly the eyes lose their grotesqueness; they be- come the humorously lighted, normal eyes of my brother, Lalo. I feel the grip of his strong fingers upon the silken taping of my arms; my own hands grip his taped wrists; I hear the applause of the audience; I am swing- ing safely beneath his trapeze. That is, as a rule. But sometimes we miss. When the Brain Sideslips That is when the strangest of all mental disturbances occurs. Perhaps | miss because my brain, like a tired muscle, has not been able to flex swiftly enough to reassume control. Perhaps that fatigue has exerted itself when | swung off the pedestal, in failing to give the proper command that will send my body high enough: perhaps it was when I left the trapeze for the be- ginning of my revolutions. Somewhere THE SATURDAY in the intricacies of the trick, my brain has sideslipped, and as I fall to the net, it continues its vagaries. This, in spite of the fact that it is in partial control; the triple somersault is a great place to study the freaks of the mind. I am plunging downward to the net. My brain is sufficiently alert to know that this fall, unless gauged to the merest fraction of body balance, may result in my death. Therefore, my body turns so that the force of this forty-foot fall is expended upon the muscles of my back; a subconscious action wholly, for I have consciously known little about it. A Moment Packed With Life During that instantaneous drop | may be out fishing, or walking along Fifth Avenue in New,York, or practic- ing my act down in the old building in Shreveport, Louisiana. I see friends I have not met for years, scenes that otherwise have been forgotten. I look down upon my father, standing in his practice clothes in the building at Shreveport, and shouting directions to me as I fail in another attempt to learn the triple somersault. My brain has completely sideslipped into one of those phenomena best described as a momentary dream, of the same type experienced by persons who sleep through the ramifications of a long vision, only to find that they have little more than closed their eyes. Or the sensations that are attributed to a person when drowning; or, bet- ter still, the example cited by Mark Twain in which he experienced all the sensations of a dream while cross- ing a street. Sometimes extraordinarily lengthy events pass before me. Again it is only an instantaneous flash, a blurred picture. Then comes the impact of the net and the swing into the air as I go up- ward on the rebound. I awaken to the realization that I have failed, that the audience is applauding after the gasp- ing wait during my plunge while it has feared for my safety. A queer rage comes over me. My face flushes; for an instant I stand there like a school- boy, shaking my fists. Sometimes the anger is uncontrollable. I claw at the net, I strike at it with my clenched fists; I have even fallen to my knees, tearing at the roped knots with my teeth. My brain clears. I bow. I laugh— and go to the rope ladder, to climb up- ward for another try at the triple somersault.

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P. & F. CORBIN bh A THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE RULING DYNASTY OF WISFOLLETTE Thieves hate the very sight of this JEW YORK Viakers ' the world’s IN WD GOOD BUILDINGS DESERVE GOOD HARDWARE i NEW BRITAIN, C Har of r ONN,, U. S. A. PHILADELPHIA ‘ builders hardware | four hours. December 6,19350 Continued from Page 19 He revived his old attacks upon monopoly, predatory wealth and machine politicians. The arguments were old and trite, but the speaker was ever new. Not only a great orator but a consummate actor, his addresses were as good as any dramatic performance that Broadway boasts. When the re- turns were in he had carried all save one county in the state, including most of the conservative strongholds. The per- sonality of the old man, fighting his last great battle, was too powerful to permit any issue to prevail against him. An Old Warrior Passes Wisconsin never took Old Bob’s pres- idential aspirations as seriously,as many did outside of Wisconsin. The La Fol- lette hold on Wisconsin is local in its background, not national. It voted for him in 1924, but by no tremendous margin. The La Follette of 1924 was a broken man, not mentally but physically. Forty-five years of almost constant political warfare had taken their toll When he died in 1925, an opposition paper paid tribute to him in the rolling words of the Shakspere he so dearly loved to quote: After life’s fitful fever he sleep Treason has done his nor potson, Malice domestic, fore ign ler UP Can touch him furthe P. worst: me nothing, To tell the story of what then hap- pened—the version as quoted by the La Follette opposition in the recent campaign, when Phil La Follette was nominated for governor—will probably give as accurate a picture of how the La Follette foes feel about develop- ments since 1925 as any. This quota- tion is taken from the editorial columns of the Wisconsin State Journal, Mad- ison: Did the late Robert Marion La Fol- lette, Sr., actually bequeath the state of Wisfollette to the first and second sons? Emphatieally, he did not. In fact, the lat Robert M. La Follette, Sr., moved deliber- ately and foresightedly to set up a succes- sion that was democratic, not dynastic The succession that he planned was not Belle Case La Follette, now starring as the queen regent and the power behind the throne. It wasn’t Robert M. La Follette, Jr., the first son, now United States sen- ator. It wasn’t P. F. La Follette, the second son, now heading a Falstaffian dash against windmills of his own making. The successor that was in the mind of the late Robert M. La Follette, Sr., was Herman L. Ekern. The descendants broke the will in a court of their own making Of course, at the outset there was the succession to the senatorship. There was in Wisconsin a spontaneous tribute that rose from all quarters, stalwarts and half- breeds and Democrats, and the thought was that it would be a nice tribute were Belle Case La Follette asked to represent the state for the unfinished term of the statesman. Perhaps there was not a paper in the state, no matter what its political creed, that did not voice this thought. 3ut the queen regent is a shrewd woman, a politician. She declined, but the public sensed a certain string on the declination The thought about Fighting Bob was generous, even among his political ene- mies. They sensed the greatness and the complication of the benevolent and the sinister in the man, and they turned quite readily to a splendid idea. Henry Allen Cooper was the patriarch of the then- progressive cause. He was, indeed, the dean of its men, a splendid, militant char- acter who had faced many a national convention unflinchingly amid its early jeers, to resume his seat amongst its cheers. Mr. Cooper was a man of advanced age. What nicer thought than that this vener- able compatriot of the distinguished states- man be rewarded At the moment benevolent who conceived such a possibility stalwarts had not themselves sensed the merciless and polit- ical mercenary machine they were fight- ing. Henry Allen Cooper was ruthlessly thrust aside. The queen regent placed her hand upon the head of the first son, the heir apparent. Fighting Bob’s democracy was gone, the principality was ushered in. This version of the story of how Young Bob, at the age of thirty years, succeeded his father in the United States Senate may be somewhat preju- diced, but it is about as good a version as may be given of the events which led up to what the conservatives now recognize to have been amost complete catastrophe. The tale also, aside from reflecting a sidelight upon the rough and jagged words which fly in Wiscon- sin factional scraps, indicates that the tributes paid to Mrs. Robert M. La Follette, Sr., as a political strategist are well deserved. To put two and two together, the opposition was perfectly willing to per- mit either Mrs. La Follette or the vet- eran Henry Allen Cooper, the present dean of the national House of Repre- sentatives, who, although residing in a conservative district, is reélected to Congress term after term, to fill out the unexpired term of the dead statesman. Mrs. La Follette, however, refused to accept the honor, and succeeded in be- stowing it upon Had either Mrs. La Follette, Sr., or Cooper been selected, the would have cleared in a very few years for a con- servative victory. Instead of which Young Bob was not only chosen to fill out his father’s term as senator, which would have expired in 1929, but when 1928 came around he was elected in his own right for another six years, being nominated almost without a contest in the same primary in which the conserva- tive candidate for governor, Walter Kohler, walked all over the La Follette Congressman Beck. The younger Bob is now thirty-six years old, her son. way been choice, Joe and his health, once very poor, seems to be getting better all the time. The conservatives, after having waited twenty years for Old Bob to pass from the picture, now fear that they may have even a longer period of delay awaiting Young Bob’s demise, or ac- complishing his defeat, which, to all indications, will not provea simple task. The Struggle in the State So much for the senatorial succession in the La Follette family. This was ac- complished almost without a struggle, but in the meanwhile the La Follette factional fortunes in Wisconsin were not going so well as to state affairs. Governor John Blaine had sueceeded in advancing to the United States Sen- ate in 1926, when Young Bob was chosen as his colleague to fill out his father’s term. Herman Ekern, long a friend of the elder La Follette, was slated to sueceed Blaine as governor, but part of the La Follette factien split on this program, and Fred Zimmer- man, who had both conservative and (Continued on Page 82)

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Centinued from Page 80) defeated In 1928, Zimmerman in turn was beaten ssive support Ekern. ore yy Walter Kohler, running third in a three-cornered primary in which the La Follette candidate, Joe Beck, came econd. Having failed with Ekern ind Beck, in 1930 Phil La Follette only hope, and it did not \ too good even for Phil. Kohler strong candidate and an able mat Business conditions had thing to do with the outcome, but the that really counted were, first, the La Follette tradition, and, possibly weight, the personality was a some- lactors of quite equal f Phil himself The Why of the La Follettes The sir AS situation right now in Wiscon- both factions see it, Is that Young Bob is in the United States Sen- ate until 1934 at least, and probably a whole lot longer, and Phil, at the age of thirty-three, will become governor in January, and is likely to stay there for the customary three two-year terms Wisconsin usually extends its execu- tives For a proper understanding of the whys and wherefores of Wisconsin's adoption of a dynasty, it is necessary to know something about both the people of the state and the members of the La Follette family themselves. With the exception of a minority of strongly e Republicans, most of them lineal descendants of the pre-La Follette- era Republican rulers, Wisconsin voters have no strong party loyalty on state Milwaukee has only about 20,000 party Socialists, but mayor, Dan Hoan, year out, because his ad- proved quite satis- In the administration of public affairs a pub- lic office is about as near a public trust in Wisconsin as it is anywhere in the country. The state capitol, a magnifi- structure, was commenced during the administration of the senior La Follette, was constructed during the incumbeney of three succeeding governors, one a progressive, the sec- ond a Bull Mooser, and the third a rock-bound conservative, at a cost of 7,500,000, and there never a charge that a dime was stolen by any- body. Today, it could not be rebuilt for $20,000,900, and architects say it will last r bee n conservatiy or even national issues. elects a Socialist ar ana vear in and ministration has factory to most of the citizens. cent granite x was a thousand years. There has a serious scandal in state administrative affairs during the pres- . The people are acutely nterested in their polities, most of the candidates of all factions are of excel- ient character, and far more attention s paid to personalities than to issues. The present state treasurer, who has been repeatedly reélected, is old Solo- non Levitan, utyve ent generatior who came to Wisconsin half a century ago, from a pack on his back farmers down about New ilarus, until he got a start, opened a iS an immigrant peddied wares o the Swiss yen tore, finally moved to Madison d became president of a bank, owns ost of the moving-picture houses in , town, is an orthodox Jew. and ean't be cked for his present office by anybody. Le il { but is as conservative in general vit Folle tte progressive by fac- ples as any stalwart in the state. "he ters like personal campaigning. d in this respect the La Follettes— ‘ sor mothers and wives—are of elled. Wisconsin voters do t I he least whether or not the (United States senators and con- nen at Washington are regular. em are not. Above all. THE SATURDAY they seem to enjoy a good political fight and to love a hard fighter. Rough- and-tumble campaigning is the rule rather than the exception, and in this qualification the La Follettes have also been fortunate. It is debatable whether Wisconsin voters have become in ma- jority La Follette supporters because of the leadership of Old Bob, or whether the La Follettes have come into power because of the nature of the people of the state. It is probably a bit of both. The La Follette family in itself is a phenomenon which, even aside from its political phases, would be remark- able. The elder La Follette’s father was of French Huguenot extraction, a Ken- tuckian by birth, and drifted into Wis- consin from Indiana in the early fifties. He died when Robert La Follette was a few months old, leaving him as the youngest of three children. There was nothing in either his ancestry or sur- roundings to differentiate him from any ordinary pioneer farm lad. Apparently he was born with the relentless energy which forced him out of his rural en- vironment into Madison, through the university, and into the political career that began when Boss Keyes told him he couldn't be district attorney. While at the university he met Belle Case La Follette, whose name bobs up every few paragraphs in any really per- sonal story of the elder La Follette. She, too, came from Wisconsin pioneer stock. Like her husband, she was born in a log cabin, in Summitt, Juneau County, Wisconsin, in 1859. She went to Madison at the age of sixteen, at- tending the university, where she met La Follette. Both were graduated in 1879. Both were stellar college orators, Mrs. La Follette taking the prize for the best commencement address, while her husband won his first public dis- tinction representing his school in an interstate contest at lowa City. The First Wisconsin Portia The companionship which began at the university resulted in their mar- riage in ISS1. In 1885, Mrs. La Fol- lette was graduated from the Wisconsin University law school, the first woman to receive such a degree from that insti- tution. Once, when a Chief Justice of the Wisconsin Supreme Court compli- mented him upon a brief he had sub- mitted, La Follette replied: “That brief was written by an un- known but very able member of our bar—altogether the brainiest member of our family. Mrs. La Follette wrote that brief from start to finish.” From an assistant and associate to the young lawyer in his practice, Mrs. La Follette became his secretary and clerk in Washington when he went to Congress. She is active as a writer and speaker, edited a department in La Follette’s magazine, and was one of the early leaders in the cause of woman suffrage. It is not the slightest exaggeration to say that Mrs. La Follette had a share in every important political activity in which her husband took part, and that her influence is reflected in every im- portant political move of her children. The La Follette movement is a family affair, not an individual matter, and the same unity of husband and wife which was so evident in the life of the senior La Follettes is being carried into the new generation by both of her sons in their family life. When the elder La Follette was elected governor of the state in 1900, he took with him into the executive man- two roistering youngsters, then five and three years of age, respectively, sion EVENING POST who are now respectively United States senator and prospective governor of Wisconsin. Young Bob and Young Phil thus got an extremely early introduc- tion in public life. Their twe sisters— Fola, now Mrs. George Middleton, wife of the New York playwright, and Mary, wife of Ralph Sucher, Wash- ington newspaperman—completed the family, which even then was a source of intense interest in Madison. Fola, prior to her marriage, was a successful dramatic actress, while Mary has marked talent as a portrait painter. Old Bob and Young Bob Young Bob became the constant companion of his father. From 1901 to 1925, they were never long separated. He attended school in Washington when his father was in the Senate, but in the summer months the family lived in the rambling farmhouse which they had acquired on the banks of Lake Mendota, on the outskirts of Madison. Bob, Jr., entered Wisconsin University in 1913, but never completed his course, because of ill health. He became his father’s confidential secretary, but in 1918 was seized with pneumonia and complications which threatened his life for more than nine months. During that period the elder La Fol- lette practically withdrew from official life to nurse the boy. The physicians gave up hope. The father moved his cot to the boy's bedside and nursed him day and night for months. He studied every authority he could find upon the disease from which Young Bob was suffering. ‘You cannot die; you must not die,’ he told the boy. “We are going to get well.’ And Young Bob did get well, to become his father’s representative in political mat- ters during the six years which pre- ceded his death. Prior to Young Bob’s candidacy to succeed his father, few people in Wis- consin considered him as a permanent political factor. He had made but one important public speech—that being before the Progressive convention at Cleveland in 1924, when he presented his father’s declaration. By 1928, he had not only convinced the voters of Wisconsin in two campaigns that he could take care of himself in the savage campaigning of his home state, but he had made himself respected and popu- lar on the floor at Washington. At the Kansas City Republican Convention in 1928, his appearance drew as great an ovation as that of any speaker, and this before an audience generally hos- tile to his views. Young Bob had been considered a confirmed bachelor, but he celebrated the victory of his brother Phil in the gubernatorial primary in September by quietly wedding his secretary in the old La Follette farm house at Madison. In his selection of a wife he followed what appears to be becoming established as a La Follette family policy. His bride, Rachel Wilson Young, was secretary to Robert M. La Follette, Sr., during the last vear of his life and became the secretary to the junior senator when he was chosen to succeed his father. She is a Washington girl of good old Vir- ginia family, and, of course, an accom- plished and able politician. The young Senator La Follette has his father’s painstaking ability for re- search, his relentless unwillingness to compromise, and has exactly the same habits of thought and mental back- grounds as those developed by his fa- ther and mother and by the whole family in a lifetime of intimate asso- emation. December 6,19350 Phil, the younger of the brothers, is of quite different characteristics. Young Bob is suave, polished and debonair. Phil is quick, spontaneous and _ bril- liant. He has the fire of oratorical de- livery of his father, a tously head of black hair, and a pleasing glint in his eye. He is small, never weighing more than 135 pounds. Like his brother, he has been in incessant contact with Wis- consin and Washington public affairs throughout his life. In Milwaukee dur- ing the recent campaign some member of the crowd called him “‘a chip of the old block.”” “*No, only a splinter,” came back Phil. He graduated from the University of Wisconsin, was ad- mitted to the bar, and elected district attorney of Dane County as his first publie office. This was the same office his father sought in 1880. He served but one term, retiring to prac- tice law. During the World War, Phil enlisted as a private, and was a second lieutenant when the Armistice was signed. In his campaign last summer for the Wisconsin gubernatorial nomination, he stumped the state as his father had done before him. He traveled 11,000 miles, driving a popular make of car most of the time, and made 270 speeches. The crowds got larger all the time. Un- like Young Bob, Phil always had a flair for oratory, and has been on the platform steadily since 1920. He spoke with his father in almost every meeting held by the senior member of the fam- ily in his campaign for the presidency in 1924. Phil's gubernatorial campaign in 1930 was a bitter one, and became very personal. Phil hammered away on the old Progressive doctrines, but the crowds who came to see him were interested mainly in his work on the stump with that of his fa- ther in decades gone by. Evidently their verdict was favorable. was comparing History Repeats Itself Phil, like his father, married a class- mate from the University of Wisconsin. Isabel La Follette, who is to become the first lady of Wisconsin, is typi- cal of the La Follette women. She isa competent speaker and a fine organizer. She campaigned in and out of head- quarters for her husband, and she is bringing up her children on a combined diet of politics and Shakspere, along with plenty of good food. They have two children, Bob the Third, aged four and one-half, and Judith, nearly two. They live in the old La Follette man- sion, and already the third Bob has his eye on the governorship, along about thirty years or so from now. Plenty of people in Wisconsin and elsewhere do not like the La Follette political philosophy. Most everybody, however, likes the La Follette family. The record indicates, at least, that the Wisconsin dynasty has studied its stuff. And, if it be true, as the stalwarts aver, that Belle Case La Follette, now past her seventieth year, and writing the final biography of her husband, was a keen enough politician and a loving enough mother to step aside and thus make one son a United States senator and the other a governor, that single incident helps to explain the establish- ing of the dynasty. The La Follettes are all like her. They are both smart and human. Smart enough, it appears, to outwit the opposition, and human enough to be loved by at least a ma- jority of their fellow citizens. And, as an opposition leader commented: “Tf weare going to have aruling fam- ilyin Wisconsin, I don't know of a bet- ter qualified one than the La Follettes.””

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Don't bother to make this simpletest | B' T it you must convince yourself, try some ordinary : ; tobacco 1n an “a 4 sult in chalk old pipe. Note re on the bottom of your left shoe. Then try some ordinary to- bacco in your favorite pipe. Note on other shoe Finally, try some Sir Walter Raleigh smoking tobacco in any good pipe. You wont have to note it anywhere, for youll notice with the very hirst puff how much cooler and milder it is. It stays so, right dow nto the last puff in the bowl -rich, mellow and fragrant. Your regular tobacconist has Sir Walter, of course. Try a tin—today. SIR WALTER RALEIGH it’s 15¢—and milder THE SATURDAY want that bull in street clothes over here roarin’ around? You've never seen him in action. He stays in bed until noon and then blows in just closing time, full of fight, so we can all stay here till midnight listenin’ to him tell us what's wrong. Haven't you got any skull? Why didn't we hadn't had any cases yet, the office had only ust started, or something like that? And you told him all about the P. L. ease! Well, what did you tell him? Tell me! What’s it amount to?” “Well, now,” said Spicer eagerly, it’s a funny thing. Briefly, before you say our as- sured was going south and this meat wagon, or truck, was coming north. those roads are on the city limits. The meat wheel off the cement into and tips over. Load o’ meat and top completely wrecked. All Gartield Park was there, Well, vou know how out there cart gets one sott ground the dogs in having a steak dinner. No, but the funny thing is this: The guy that was drivin’ the meat cart was in my old outtit! Not the old outfit, because he didn’t join until we was up in Germany, but he knows a lotta guys I know. He was for the officers’ mess at Obermalheim. So we just had a good che Ww. ‘ COORTN ‘And closed out the case for a nomi- nal release,” interrupted Cady. Nominal release, my eye! W hy ,our assured hogged the road and run this poor lad off it into the soft ground.” Any mark of contact on either ma- chine?” “No, but No liability! If this egg drive, that’s his hard luck.” Now, just listen to these facts, will you? Never mind the liability. | looked it up, an’ there’s a case on it. Here's the layout. This Miranda Street is narrow; there’s only three houses, about, on it—you know, those Polack houses—and this cement roadway, with bank on either side about two feet high. The assured’s got one of those big arks that take up all the road any- and he says, in his statement, he didn’t dare get over himself because of the soft ground, so over goes the meat cart. He's got an old wagon body on a light truck, this buddy o’ mine has, an’ he peddles meat to the Hunyaks and that crowd that live out there. Well, he tips over and spills the wagon body and all the meat all over the ground. The main damage is the meat. Sixty dollars’ wortho’ meat! Now, sixty dollars don’t grow on every bush for a poor ex-soldier. He ain't paid for his truck yet, even. And if we don’t settle with him for his load o’ meat an’ broken body, he’s sunk. That's the end o’ the meat business.” ‘No liability! ‘There's a case on it!’ protested the investigator. “* Dunn Moratz; 92 Illinois Appellate: ‘Each traveler shall kee p to his own side of the center line of the highway.’”’ “Apple sauce! Listen! Do you think I'm going to pay in full on the first public-liability case that comes into this office and MeClusky in the same town with me? tell you “Cady! Mitt me! The door banged open, and in rushed Doak with outstretched hand. Mitt me, kid!” he repeated. “I've just sewed up the Simpkins Structural Steel for one year, effective at 12:01 for publie liability, work- men’s comp. and general liability in ean't a sott way, out versus (ro quote cases to him; he'll Joe P.M. today, EVENING POST BUSINESS COURTESY Continued from Page 15 those states, and so forth and so forth! Yah-hah! Whaddyuh think of that?” “But how did you get over the Mis- sourl matter?” “That's the point!’’ exulted Doak ‘You mind you said why didn’t I place it somewhere myself? Well, that was the thought! I did! We cover every- where but Missouri, and I just got the Farmers and Cattlemen’s to write me a little reinsurance on that one. They can have the premium for that job and we get all the rest! Clever, huh? Ha- ha-ha! Clever, that’s me! I'll be a vice president within a year!” “Yeh? But listen. What's the home office goin’ to say about placing rein- surance? There'll be a lot of steaming memorandums about that. Gee, you'll have to think fast!” Bah!" said Mr. Doak, snapping his fingers. ‘‘‘ Business courtesy’—that’s the word! If you burned down the of- fice and called it business courtesy, you'd get away with it. Aren't the Simpkins Structural the biggest risk we ever got west of Boston? Shouldn't | get the business any way I can, espe- cially by a little rapid work—nothing in the hand, nothing in the sleeve—in just placing a little reinsurance?” There was a short pause. “Sure,”’ agreed Cady finally. ‘“* Why not?” His eye became fixed on vacancy. “T'll have to have a couple more men,”’ he mused, “because they'll have a flock of claims, and at the end of six months, because of added work and responsibilities, a little adjustment of salary; then, perhaps later, because we'll handle these steel people so well, we'll get another big risk— may be out of the state—and then we become a dis- trict. Then I'm district claim boss ——”’ His wandering eye suddenly became fixed on the earnest face of Investiga- tor Spicer, who was listening open- mouthed to every word. “And I'll be your assistant,” jected Spicer, seeing that his presence had registered on his superior. ‘You!”’ cried Cady. “Say, listen! I've wanting to talk Whaddyuh mean by promising ment ona no-liability case? Don't look innocent! The Rose Wet Wash called up yesterday and wanted to know what I meant by sending back a doctor's bill with a disclaimer letter! They said you told the bookkeeper you'd pay on the case, and they told the employe they'd take care of him! And now, says they, they aren't going back on their word, and we'll pay or they'll eancel! Whaddyuh mean by it? That Skarkofsky is a chauffeur! What's he doing getting his hand in a mangle? Huh? ‘Not in the course of injured’s employment.’ Nix! He was in there chewing the fat with Big Bertha Bo- hunk, and gets his hand in the mangle in the excitement! No liability, you mental zero! “No,” protested Spicer, round-eyed. “He maybe wasn’t in the course of his usual employment, but he was further- ing the interests of his employer. He was helping run sheets ——"’ ‘‘Listen! You work for the Indus- trial Accident Commission, or do you work for us? You should have told him, and told the manager, that this Skar- kofsky is a chauffeur, drawing chauf- feur’s pay, and that the company pays premium on that assumption. If they want to put him to work on a mangle— which they didn’t do, he went in there himself to talk to his girl—why, that’s their hard luck and his, not ours. Yuh inter- been to you! pay- December 6,1930 think this is some kind of poor Polacks’ relief society? Go on now, out on the street! Do some work for a change! And don’t come back without a nom- inal release on that meat-cart either.” “Cady,” said Mr. Doak, when Spicer had retired, ‘I know a place where a guy can obtain the liquid derivative of malt in a most pleasant form. Whad- dyuh say?’ “No,” said Cady sadly, ‘not with McClusky in town. I’ve got to stick around.” It was afternoon two days later. Mr. Cady, returning from lunch, found Mr. Doak, resident manager, sitting on the claim-department side of the partition, feet on the desk, his eyes gloomily fixed on the toes of his shoes, which he wig- gled from time to time, as though he doubted the vitality of his leg muscles. “What's the matter now?” manded Cady in surprise. “Girl throw you down?”’ Doak did not answer for several sec- onds. “ Kid,” he said finally, ‘‘ we're sunk! Gufflooey! Every time this office starts to show signs of life, Old Man Hard Lueck gives it a knock for a gool.”’ “How come?” “How come? Well, I got the rate schedule from the Farmers and Cattle- men’s on that construction job, and they’re charging us a lot more than | agreed to cover the Simpkins for.”’ “What did you do?” asked Cady. “Quote the Simpkins a workmen’s compensation rate for Missouri?” “Well, why not? Isn't a workmen's comp. policy good in all states?” “ht my bonny boy, but not in states that haven’t got a workmen's comp. law. Missouri ain’t! No! A workman’s injury in that state is a common-law case, just the same as if he'd been run over by an automobile. He can sue his employer in the courts. With this difference, Joseph Doak— with this difference: If a workman is run over by an automobile, the runner- over hasn't got a prayer. All of which goes into figuring the rate for public- liability policies. But if a workman sues his employer in a state that has no comp. law, the employer can claim that the accident was the workman's fault, or some other workman’s fault, or that by coming to work on the job the em- ploye accepted the risk of such accident and therefore can’t collect from the employer. The workman hasn't the prayer then. But just to keep peace in the family, why, the insurance com- pany takes care of these workmen on a compensation basis. Only—only! They still can sue if they want to, and for that reason the insurance rate is always slightly higher than for straight work- men’s compensation.” “T know all that,” remarked Doak with disgust. ‘‘ Whaddyuh think I sell every day—washing machines or in- surance?” “T know,” said Cady patiently, “ but I’m just rehearsing to you a little speech that you can make to the Simpkins Steel, explaining that you made a little mistake in the rate, and that a slight adjustment is necessary, and so forth. Wouldn't that be the thing? What do you suppose they'd say?” “T know what they'd say!” replied Doak bitterly. “‘ They'd say, ‘Open the door and let the wind blow this out.’ They’re business men. They don’t care anything about P. L., G. L., comp., Continued on Page 89 case de-

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(Continued from Page 86 collision, fire, theft or transpoi tation. They buy a policy to protect ‘em from certain risks, and pay for it, and if we don’t know how to figure rates, that’s our hard luck. They give us the busi- ness because we're the lowest bidder, and we were the lowest bidder because we forgot about this Missouri being a G. L. state instead of a comp. state. Bah! Don’t you suppose the Simpkins people knew it? We're bound, and they should worry.” “Well, how much difference does it make, anyway? Can't you just bury the loss in the general premium?” “No, my boy, you can't! No mon- key business in underwriting! It would cost us about sixty dollars a day to earry that Missouri job, and comp. rates being figured to the bone, that would just about take eare of our profit if we had good luck with ‘em for the year. Sowe'd haveinsured the Simpkins Structural Steel Corporation for twelve months for the fun of it.” “Well,” said Cady sadly, know what you ean do. suggestion.’ “Well, I'm going to make mine. Not my suggestion either—my deci- sion. Every minute I sit here the com- ’ I put my feet down and put ’em up again. That sec- ond cost the company money.” “You sound like MeClusky,”’ said Cady. ** I was five minutes late punching in one morning, and he hollered to me, ‘Whaddyuh mean by it? Five min- utes! In those five minutes cases have gone to lawyers, plaintiffs have died, witnesses have been seen by the other side, more money has been lost than would pay your salary the rest of your life! And you waitin’ downstairs to finish a butt before yuh come in! Git out and try to get some of it back !"”’ “Yeh? Well, I can’t get any of it baek, but I can stop it. I’m going to cancel, What I'll do after that I don’t know, but I’m going to stop the ex- pense. I'll phone the Simpkins people right now.” “No, no! Don't do that! The first thing you do is to telegraph the Farmers and Cattlemen's. That stops the cost the second they receive the telegram. You can notify the Simpkins people later. Maybe you—in the meantime— might get some other firm to take it cheaper.” “Maybe not too! Who's this coming ... Well, we'll cancel by “1 don’t I made my pany loses money. See’ in? Spicer. telegraph.” ‘Four copies,”’ advised Cady. “Spicer? You there? Come in here. Try to make yourself useful. Never mind the eases now; take this telegram and make four copies of it... . Now, what will you say, Joe?” “Er—‘ Farmersand Cattlemen's Mu- tual Hail, Fire and Cyclone Insurance Company, Meridian, Missouri. Cancel, as of receipt of telegram, our Policy Number G. L. 4286 with you, covering construction Simpkins Steel your city. Signed Doak, resident manager.’”’ “Get that, Spicer? Well, go to it! When you get it typed take it over to the telegraph office and send it, and then go over to the courthouse and see how MeClusky’s case is coming on. If it’s over and he’s still at the hotel, he'll be in tomorrow.” “Right,” agreed Doak, “and we don’t want him to be able to say that the sales department is throwing away money worse than the claim.” “Would you like to read that tele- gram?” asked Spicer when he had finished typing it. “Uh,” grunted Doak. He hastily read it over, then handed it back. ‘**Got the release on that meat-wagon demanded Cady. “Well, I was going to tell you about that,”’ began Spicer. ‘It seems that all the money this poor ex-cook has got in the world is tied up in that meat busi- ness. He drew six months’ back pay, and his sixty dollars’ discharge money, and a state bonus, and that bought him the truck. They trusted him for the first load o’ meat. Well, he’s been waitin’ till he got the outfit paid for an’ a hundred dollars in the bank, and then he was gonna get married. This'll bust him. He'll be right back where he started from, only he won't have no more state pay nor discharge money to get a new truck—and so | thought—an’ it was really our assured’s fault I said ; “And so you thought, and so you said !”’ interrupted Cady fiercely. “And so you said we'd pay ! Accepted liability again, huh? Well, we aren't going to, d’yuh hear?” “But it'd cost more than sixty dol- lars to fight it if he got a lawyer!” protested Spicer. ‘Yeh, you poor piece of tripe, but that’s what we hire investigators for— so that people won't get lawyers! Our first and only P. L. case; MeClusky, the chief adjuster, in town; and you thumb- ing the works! You're the misfire that toid him about the case, too, so he'd be sure to come over and ask what we did with it? If you knew him a little better, you'd have kept your mouth shut! Gwan, get outta here with that tele- gram!" ‘] don’t know about MeClusky,” said Spicer sullenly, picking up his hat, “but I know about slave drivers. When I worked for the Fort Fairfax Casualty, they had one there that was always bellowin’. The adjusters hated him till they got an office of their own, an’ then they imitated him.” “| guess we've come to the parting of the ways with that guy,” observed Cady when his subordinate had gone. “Well, you'll only get another one just as bad or worse,”’ comforted Mr. Doak. “But having canceled with the Farmers and Cattlemen's, what's the next move? And it’s got to be quick, because from now on we carry this risk ourselves, and in a state where we've got no license.” “Go down and explain to ‘em,” urged Cady. “And if the Simpkins Steel cancels, why, they'll just have to cancel, that’s all. We don’t make the rates. If the home office wants us to get the business, then let ‘em lower the rates.” “Well, yuh see,” replied Doak heav- ily, ‘the reason they hire salesmen, like they hire adjusters, is to sell poli- cies at rates that allow ‘em to make money, and if they was to quote lower rates than any company in the field, why, then they wouldn't need sales- men.” The next day Cady had a case before the Industrial Accident Commission, and Spicer was away on the South Side interviewing two gentlemen of color, employed in a local foundry, who had engaged in a flesh-whittling contest during working hours. It was a case to tie up, since it involved disfigurement, and although such injuries are not in the eourse of the employment, an adroit attorney can make them appear to be unless an adroit investigator gets there first. Mr. Cady that night slept soundly, for he had had the plaintiff in his case ordered back to work, and he felt that even McClusky would have approved of the way he had handled it. 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(Continued from Page 89 He staggered into the hall, thinking of the words he would use if someone had called the wrong number, but at the first tones of the person at the other end of the wire, he knew that the call was for him. “Cady! “This is papers?” ‘Naw! Papers me eye! up. Was’ matter?” “Meridian, Missouri. Staging col- lapses, fifteen workmen hurt, two dead; falling plank hits engineer of derrick engine; he lets go the hoist, and a T beam falls through the roof of a movie theater on the other street!” “How many did that kill?” “Nobody. The place was empty, but there’s five thousand dollars’ prop- erty damage if there’s a nickel.”’ ‘Yeh, but what's it to me?” “That's the Simpkins Structural Steel job that we cover!” “That we cover! Do we still hold the bag? I thought you said Didn't you fix it up? Oh, man!” Cady’s voice became more and more excited as he became fully awakened and the enormity of the affair became firmly impressed on him. ** Hey! Come down to the office! I'll be right down!” “Office my foot!” replied Doak. * I'm taking the first train outta town!” “Come down to the office!”’ urged Cady. “Come down; we may be able to beat it! ‘Subcontractor not covered’ or something! Gee, they can’t do any more than fire us! Come down! No- body’ know about it vet = * MeClusky !” cried Doak. “ He reads these accident stories like the girls read about the love murders!” ‘Yeh, but he never gets up till noon,” comforted Cady. “See you in half an hour.” The two arrived, panting, as the night watchman was leaving the build- ing. A bitter wind blew from the frozen lake, and dirty ice, black with coal dust, filled the gutters. A tough day to sas good-by to a good job! A hur- ried reading of the newspaper account brought no comfort. It stated that a staging on the fourth floor of the new Leader Building had collapsed, that the workmen on it had fallen to the ground, and that falling débris had struck the engineer of the hoisting derrick, ing him to lose control of the engine and allow aT beam to be hurled through the roof of an adjoining theater, hap- pily empty. “Where’s Meridian, anyway?” de- manded Cady. “Down near Joplin somewhere.”’ “Maybe they didn’t get your tele- yram,”’ suggested the claim manager. “Huh! We sent it at 2:30 day be- fore yesterday. They had it at three The accident was at four the next day.” “Well,” said Cady sadly, “you can- celed with the Farmers and Cattlemen's so fast, you should have canceled with Simpkins Steel too.” “How could I, with both you and Spicer gone and MeClusky in town? Don’t you suppose if | left the office closed and he came over here, I'd hear about it? Sure. The Chieago office empty at two in the afternoon! Never thought of that, did yuh, while you were fooling your time away over in court or wherever you were?” *Foolin’ nothing! I saved the com- pany ninety-two dollars yesterday.” * Well, that'll help pay the fine the company'll get for writing insurance without a license, to say nothing of a hundred thousand dollars’ worth of claims.” seven A.M. cried an agonized voice. Doak! Have you seen the I jus’ got caus- o'clock THE SATURDAY “It’s too late now,”’ muttered Cady “The thing has got to be faced: let's go after it. Can’t we beat it Subcontractor omehow something ? Can't we get a license in Missouri and have it dated back or something? Don't you know any of the politi there? “What a help you are! Doak. * Well, let's get the pol ev and go over it with a magnifving glas if we disclaim on it, that’s the the Kagle In the Middle West.” No hope. The ace ident was on the premises assured, during stipulated con struction, and was the ural and common hazard, and not of civil commotion, act of God, or of bel- ligerents in time of war. The company was stuck. Silence fell, broken only once by Doak, who remarked, “If it’s still open, | know where I can get a job driving a truck.” The elevator began to run: then the slow, hesitating step of the letter ear rier was heard, punctuated by the slap of mail slots and the shuffled fall of envelopes on the floor within A pile of them slithered through the door of the Eagle Mutual Liability In surance Company, to man paid any heed. Their days of read ing mail in that office were drawing to clause or itis do Vn result of a nat- which neither a close. More feet clattered down the hall there was the sound of doors bh. ing un- locked, voices were heard, the elevator’s trips became more frequent. The build- ing was coming to life. Chicago's busi- ness world, of which they would soon cease to be a part, was beginning its day of restless toil. The tele phone rang garded the instrument sourly “Answer that, will yuh?” asked Doak. ‘You answer it,”’ replied Cady “No, you answer it. It’s the claim department phone, isn't it “Is it?” “Yes, it is!” snapped Doak angri “Well, let it ring then,’ replied Cady Doak, with a grunt of picked up the receiver “Yes!” he replied to his invisible questioner. ‘That's me, speaking Huh? ...No. I didn't send any tek gram to Mississippi. Wait a minute Here, Cady, you send Mississippi? The girl says they can’t deliver it. The address is insufficient.” “Who signed it?”’ asked Cady. “Who signed it?” repeated Doak into the transmitter. “Doak? Well, that’s me, but I didn’t send any tele- gram to Mississippi. Who Hey! You gone nuts at last?” This last query was addressed to Mr. Cady, who had sudde nly torn the tele phone from Doak’s hands and was gar gling into the mouthpiece “Hey '” eried Cady “That tele gram who's it to? The Farmers and Cattlemen's Insurance Company? Me ridian? That it? Don't send it Hold it! vou? You send it back to toth men re- Impatience telegram to ha ve You got the original, this offices EVENING POST Never n d the addre It wa t delive ed \ ) re of nat ey t suy So if you re not! ii i-thi-th Looking right : sav. Well. send it back to us! Four bits to the messenver bov if he’s hers ten minute No, thanks We destroy t ourselve (>) won t Ne though!. \ ip! Wel now ou send it right back! What's all this?’ What's all this? “Our telegram to the Cattlemen's! Why not? “Why not? de lve red! gasped Doal Farmers and It wasn't delivered!” shrieked Doak Who cares? It wasn't Does that penetrate your armored turret? It wasn't delivered! The Farmersand Cattlemen's that construction job! The se affolding, the injured workmen and the engineer! All covered!” “And the beam through the roof of the movie breathed Doak, sinking back into his chair. “Can you tie that?”’ Before him opened the bright Vista of wealth, a vice presidency still eover pula e! more honor, instead of the former vision of himself beating the icy streets of the Windy City in of employment. He smiled wid “This is better than | thought!”’ he vclaimed success once seu4re h his accident is a disaster understand that? And the out from under because we had And I reinsured it! That'll make the home office realize the kind of men they “But how about the asked Cady Jah! Business courtesy ‘ Can you Kaglk Is the risk reinsured got out here high rate that’s the word! If you swiped the pay roll and could make ‘em think you'd done it for ourtesy vou could get awiy t! \r thing that mav get ‘em Before, they migt had some kind of a squawk, but with disaster on their hand ind they out of i bov, I'm made!” DuUSINe with 1 some busine it have UU m-m-m Well. let's get hold of the copies and see why it went astray.” Mentally rejoicing that the office ; behind with its correspondence, Cady dug out of the Wiis ilway wo days outgoing basket the copies of the tele- rram and Doak’'s letter contirming it. if vou'd sent that letter we'd have Here’ only got a been sunk just the same once I'm thankful we've part- tine stenographer.” But why didn’t this telegram land?” muttered Doak, perusin Who eare > It didn't ind that all that interests me I know protested Doak but | vv the CODY wouldn't want any slip-up here. 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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6, 1930 Lets turn the spotlight on = SRR eae \ refreshingly different mantel clock (No. 915) with silver-plated rectangular 4 \ face The case Is mahogany finish inlaid with curly maple; 17 inches wide at the base. Price 835. Other liv- ing room models from $9.95 to 865 A simple yet very pleasing mantel or table clock (No. 920) has a ma hogany finished case with curly maple inlay. The dial is two-toned etched silver. This clock measures 16'¢ inches at the base and is priced at $20. Other living-room models, $9.95 to $65 This conveniently small clock (No 911) is “just right”’ wherever you want to put it. The case is Mono- lite, in brown mahogany finish, with silvered dial; the height is 634 inches. It is priced just $9.95 think of commanding Manning- Bowman electric time for so little! ( { | An unmistakably modern design that none the less retains classi K lines (No. 918). The case may be \ strikingly unusual, yet very dignified clock is No. 916. The case is dark, glowing mahogany; the dial, with its Aranium bezel, is either mahogany or bird's-eye ma- ple. Dial is two-toned silver with etched center. Width, 1134 inches; height, 87% inches; $32.50 silver plated It is 1034 inches wide. Priced at 830. Other living room models are $9.95 to $65. i 12 1 No one but a housewife, we imagine, ’ . can realize how deep is the satis i faction of having de pe ndable time ¥ 3 in the kitchen. Especially when ig 0 4 it’s Manning-Bowman time, at- 4 - “o If there is no Manning-Bowman tractively dressed in green or ivory 1? 6 5. H dealer near you, send your order enamel! This clock (No. 913) is with check or money order to 8'¢ inches square, and costs $12 Manning, Bowman & Co., Meri- Round shape, 834 inches diam- den, Conn. eter. 81] MANNING -BOWMAN

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 93 1930s most) sensational gift ‘ CORRECT TIME — electric time. Two ways of say- ing the same thing. And now comes a third phrase to express, not only the utmost in electrical precision, but the utmost in beauty as well—MANNING-BowMan time ! The brighter the spotlight —the more closely you compare these clocks with other clocks—the sooner you'll be convinced that every room in every home needs a Manning-Bowman Synchronous Motor Clock. There’s a gift for you! (Or for Mother, or rich Aunt Nell, or the Reproduction of a priceless ISth-centur English friend-who-has-everything.) A clock that is always right. A clock clock (No. 923) antique mahogany inlaid with bird’s- that never has to be wound, or oiled, or regulated. And a clock that “i ~ Leys pecestestest and Beaw an 7 a ce yrass; the dia ms a sliver-piated band aroun a would still be a pleasure to look at if consulted a thousand times a day ! etched brass center. 10 inches high; $42.50 If you want your gift to be the sensation of any gift collection, choose it from the wide variety of Manning-Bowman Synchronous Motor Clocks—at your jeweler’s, or in leading department or electric stores. Made by the makers of Manning-Bowman household appliances, long famous for their excellence of design and quality of service. So new they won't be duplicated All Manning-Bowman Synchronous Motor Clocks are new—but here are the newest of all! The three clocks reproduced at the right were designed in collaboration with a well-known fashion authority; the first models were completed barely in time to appear on this page. Naturally only a few of these advance models are available; but we have tried to supply at least one leading retailer in each community. For gifts that exclude all duplication, watch your local advertising and ery square shape; finished in might brass, brushed bras } window displays for the first sight of these new clocks—which New green, with tr feet and dial, ¢ base; $12.50 (No. 921 York’s most famous department store pronounced the finest ever produced at these prices. Why a The synchronous motor which moves the hands has a revolving part with C+ Manning-Bowman cogs ¢ Synchronous Oe y_-F_ Z- Motor Clock Little pulse like beats come over vour “eo F a > keeps correct time electric light wires \ Each beat, synchronized at the power ~ station with official time, moves ‘ single cog The wheel revolves slowly and turns the hands. Therefore your time must be accurate ~ Synchronous MOTOR CLOCKS ae 4 SOLE DISTRIBUTORS IN CANADA, NORTHERN ELECTRIC COMPANY

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04 practical men give “Yankee” Tools ~~ AS ¢@ e ® \ real man-to-man gift Van- kee” Tools. The finest there are! Ingenious interesting. Yet inexpensive enough to buy for our whole list of men. Ask your hardware man to recommend Yankee” Tools for the mechanic, handy man, or the most useful the man who tinkers in his home workshop. Yankee” Spiral Ratchet Screw- driver No. 30-4 drives all sizes of orews, simply by pushing on the handle. Price, $3.00, includ- ing three bite of varying sizes oa) o— ry ' Drill N A x a a -— 7 al » ‘ > it ror -“ 4 ‘ee ii | , i $* k ) _ i all H ) $ $s { el ? Book YANKEE’ TOOLS VAKE BETTER MECHANICS THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6,19350 THE FOG BLEW OVER THE MOUNTAIN How’s tishing?’’ Dave demanded. He was already rummaging their boots out of the PACK sie kK. “Nir. Fearing got three ve sterday One of th Mac re- plied; and Ann saw their eyes meet, er Klee! pounds,’ tld QUICRKIY: Yes, Mr. Bryce told me he was Mae added; southward. The water's low, now,” and he looked om to he ; They won't bite today,” he said Dave followed his glance, and nodded: and Ann looked too. But she ' massed wall of mountains capped in cloud, and she asked “Is the river over there? How can you tell the fish won t bite The fog.” Dave told her. obseure ly . hut Mae explained The old men used the fog blows over the mountain, the to say that when fishit vs done till it clears away.” Here, Ann,’’ Dave bade her. * Put ” He had produced her rub- ber boots I never knew the sig fail.’ he added. *‘When the fog | over the mou ain, them on! n to lows you might just as well put away your rod!” The Thit dens for the n were shouldering their bur- walk down to camp, but Ann looked at the heavy cloud masses on the peaks vonde r: the vy came steal- i softly, white and heavy. Yet she thought there was about them something soothing: restful too. and calm and Se- rene, as though they bade the weary it smothering, Something drowsy fisherman to cease his labors and rest shim for a while ‘They erossed the bog, and plunged into thi k spruce lurked in the murky path to trip Ann’s stumbling feet; they dropped down the steep trail for a mile or more, and then Ann heard the ahead, and thes emerged into a little open park beside the river that they were in woods where roots song of waters just She saw a dee p gorge; she caught a glimpse of a cabin of logs well chinked with moss and tight and all se- cure. Then Dave and Mae dropped their burdens, and Dave turned to her and ¢ ried: “We're here, sweet! W el- come to Partners’ Pool! She smiled, for his pleasure’s sake. Then while he and Mae put the bags away, she looked about her, appraising the surroundings here. The cabin prom- ised comfort: there was built near by a cooking hearth, roofed with bark against the rain, and a wigwam of bark where split salmon might hang in cur- ing smoke for days. Ann sat down on the edge of the porch and her eyes drifted to and fro. At her feet the river ran. To her rigl ta rocky sluice of shal- low golden water like fine wine poured down into a dark, deep pool a hundred vards or more in length which lay sleekly against the foot of the bluff on the other bank: the pool other rapids sang Ann watched the river, and she brushed aside the flies that came to wel- steep and far below come her; and she saw, across the rap- ids above the pool on a little level there, and well hidden among the trees, another cabin of logs like this one, and as snugly built. She was surprised, be- had said they here—save for Mac’s attendance—all cCnuse Dave would be alone; but Dave was indoors and she could not question him. She wondered whose this cabin was; and she remem- bered the matter of Mr. Fearing, and rue ssed a connection between these two mysteries. Continued from Page 17 Then a salmon leaped clear of the water, in the head of the pool, within twenty vards of where she sat; and she gasped at the bright glory of him, and and his power. And a mo- ment later, two men came up the shin- gle bank on this side of the water from the foot of the pool. One of them, who carried a gaff, looked at her sidewise, but the other gave her no his beauty ’ appraisingl|y ; lance at all. This other was, she saw, an old man. His hair under the brim of his hat was white and thin; his chin had a white pallor. His frame was bowed, and his hands seemed feeble ones. He wore boots, and when he walked he lifted ‘ each one as though with a conscious effort. He carried a fifteen-foot green- heart rod, set with an ancient reel; but when he came beside the quick water here at the head of the pool, he made only three or four casts before surren- dering the rod to the guide. who began to fish the water expertly. The older man—this must be Mr. Fearing—sat down on a bowlder by the stream;and Ann looked over her shoul- der at the cabin where Dave and Mae were still engaged, and her eyes shone with a swift determination, and she descended to where the old man sa She came close to him. He did not turn his head, but she said cheerfully: “Good morning!’’ And when he did grudgingly look up at her, she ex- plained, *‘I’m Mrs. Wooster.” He made a barking sound. She said, *‘This is a beautiful pool, isn't it?” ‘The pool's all right,” he agreed ‘Il expect it’s a fine place to fish,” she suggested. ‘I saw a fish jump here, a while ago.” It’s all right for one rod!" said Mr. Fearing briefly; and Ann drew back a little. Her color rose with a quick re- sentment. It was as though he had struck her ‘But there will be three of us fishing it now,”’ she reminded him slowly. He made that barking sound again Then Dave came out on the porch be- hind her, and she saw him staring past her at the old man. Dave had again that frozen look, that look of a hurt child; so she went quickly toward him, to his side there, and he put his arm across her shoulder comfortingly. The man yonder by the water did not turn his head; and Ann whispered to Dave, ‘ He said there’s only fishing here for one rod!” Dave nodded ruefully. side, sweet,” he bade her at last. “I'll tell you all about it, so you'll under- stand.” ‘I already understand that he’s a rude old man,”’ Ann said indignantly. Dave smiled, almost sadly; and he shook his head. ‘He's a fisherman, Ann,” he explained. “‘That’s all. We're a strange, proud breed !”’ So she heard the story of Partners’ Pool. Dave began the telling while she changed her traveling clothes for garb “Come in- better suited to these surroundings here; and he continued it while they ate the tender omelet which Mace con- fected over the smoking camp fire. Sometimes Dave had to explain mat- ters that were not clear to Ann, but she got at last the full measure of the tale. Mr. Fearing and Dave's father—they were law partners in those days—dis- covered this pool together more than twenty years ago, and built this cabin here, and fished here together amicably for another eighteen years, without dispute or dissenting. There were two ways to fish the pool. A man might work the quick waters at the head, or the still tail of the pool where salmon sometimes liked to lie. Which was the better water depended on the weather day by day. So the two partners drew lots every morning to see which should have first choice of location; and if a man took the head of the pool for his early fishing, he must fish the foot i the evening. Matters followed this routine with no dispute and equably for long—till a certain summer when a great salmon came upstream and lay in the tail of the pool, easily visible in the clear wa- ter, but not to be seduced by any fly at all. The two men were earnest for his capture; but the big fish ignored their every lure day after day. On the seventh of July, Mr. Fearing drew for the morning fishing the head of the pool, and Dave's father fished the foot without moving the big salmon. In the natural course of events, Mr. Fearing would have had his chance at the fish that evening; but the day was warm, and the old man—his heart sometimes troubled him—found him- self indisposed and too ill to come out. Mr. Wooster whipped with his flies the head of the pool where his evening province lay, but without success; and toward dark, yielding for a moment to insidious temptation, he sent one cas- ual cast downstream into Mr. Fear- ing’s territory—and hooked the great salmon, and landed him. ‘Father shouldn't have done it,” Dave confessed to Ann. “It was Mr Fearing’s water. Father was sorry; he apologized; he made what amends he could. But Mr. Fearing would not for- give him. They dissolved their law part- nership; and the next year Mr. Fearing had the other cabin built, across the river there. Since then, they came here at the same time; one would come early and the other late. Father was here in late July last year; so this would be his season now.”’ His eyes clouded. *‘ But Mr. Fearing always did prefer the early fishing, and he didn’t expect me to come this yvear—so he’s here in our time!” Ann thought the whole matter ab- surd, ridiculous, childish; and she said so. But Dave shook his head. ** Child- ish, maybe,” he agreed. “But they were both fishermen, you see. You'll un- derstand, after you've caught a salmon, dear.”’ She protested that she would never understand. **‘ Mr. Fearing’s too old to fish.”’ she insisted. *‘He doesn't even fish himself; the guide is doing it for him.” Dave said reluctantly: “Why, ves, | don’t suppose Mr. Fearing can cover ground, never follow a fish downstream, or anything like that. He’s pretty old, you see; and not very well. But he loves it, just the same. Wait till you've taken a salmon; you'll sympathize with him.” “It’s your water,”’ she argued. “He hasn't any right here.” “He has the right of priority,” he told her patiently. “The first man on the ground, you see. We've got to re- spect that.” She cried: “You mean you're going to let him hog the fishing? And—spoil our time here together? That scowling old—dog in the manger! He ean’t fish himself; it’s time he gave younger peo- ple a chance to have some fun.” (Continued on Page 96 ——

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The pocket sizes pictured below are 15 cents each. Or if you’d prefer to try it first, just send the coupon for a sample packet of genuine old Edgeworth, free. EDGEWORTH SMOKING TOBACCO Tune VRVA GIVE HIM EDGEWORTH and a pipe Edgew } Sta for Christmas—see what a welcome they get! If your dealer can’t supply Edgeworth gift cartons, we can. Send us your cards and we'll Cob Pipe Cl every mail the Edgeworth to your Christmas list Wednesday. 8 1 PM $1.65 a pound in glass jar, $1.50 in humidor tin, 75 cents a half pound LARUS & BRO. CO., 100 S. 22d St., Richmond, Va. i'll try your Edge worth A And I'll try it in a good pipe , , Now let the Edgeworth come THE SATURDAY E LCR HA A AN RAT HME NE TENE ORR! GY EP EVENING POST (Continued from Page 94 Dave grinned. ‘Oh, we'll make some arrangement,”’ he promised. “‘And there are some little pools half a mile down river we can try.” He did, indeed, go to the old man that afternoon to seek to divide the pool; but he came back with a rueful grin to admit defeat. ‘He won't make any bargain, Ann,” he confessed. ‘‘So we'll have to let him have first choice, every day. He will take either end he wants, and we'll take the other."’ He added hurriedly, ‘Don't worry, we'll get our fishing just the same.” “I'm going to talk to him myself,” Ann cried furiously. “If you're bound to let him have his own way, all right. We'll let him fish, as long as he handles the rod himself. But when he gets tired, instead of handing it over to his guide, we'll take our turn.” Dave shook his head patiently. ‘We ean’t do that,”’ he told her. ‘‘He has a right to give his rod to the guide if he wants to."’ He urged appealingly: *‘ Let the old man have his way, sweet. It means a lot to him. And—we'll have other years here together, you and I.” Ann in the end did allow herself to be silenced; but she was not persuaded. So, though she said no more, she thought many things; and there grew in her a stubborn and mischievous determina- tion to upset, by and by, this ridiculous tyranny. But matters hung in abey- ance for a while; for the fog blew over the mountain and the fish would not rise and the river sank deep between its banks. Mr. Fearing, wise in such matters, did not during these days fish at all; and Dave and Mae occupied the interval in teaching Ann the intricacies of the art. She learned the difference between the wet fly and the dry; she cast patiently, over and over, with the light rod Dave had bought for her: and she acquired the trick of seeing the salmon in the pools. But she took no fish. Dave, using the dry fly, had better fortune; and Ann saw him hook and fight and land a salmon, and she began to catch the in- fection which possessed him. But for three or four days after their coming, she cast her flies in vain. Then one night they woke to the patter of rain on the roof; and Ann in her mosquito- netted cot heard Dave call softly: “Awake, Ann?” And at her drowsy assent, ‘‘ They'll be rising in the morn- ing, sweet!” She felt her sleepy pulses tingle at his tone. The river rose; and Mr. Fearing seized on the quick waters at the pool's head and took four salmon in a morn- ing. But Ann, at the foot of the pool with Mae to tutor her, cast fruitlessly. Dave had gone downstream to try his fortunes there; he came back at noon with one fish, and heard her ill success regretfully The river rose nine or ten inches, and in another day it fell again. That after- noon, while their reds were idle, Mae went scouting downstream, his accus- tomed eyes searching the ripples for shadows that were fish; and at supper- time he came to Dave with word that a big salmon had moved into the foot of the pool. ** How big?” said guardedly: “Well, it’s a big fish, Mrs. Wooster.”’ Dave laughed in quick delight. “Don’t worry, Ann,” he told her. ‘If Mace says it’s big, it’s big!” Ann’s eyes were shining. “‘I haven't caught one yet,” she pointed out. ‘I might as well begin with the biggest. I'll eatch him tomorrow.” Ann asked; and Mae December 6, 1/9350 She saw their glances interchange; and she asked, ‘“‘Won’t I?” ““Well,”” Dave explained, ‘‘ we'll see what Mr. Fearing does.” Ann colored with a quick anger. ““He’s made me fish the foot of the pool for days, when there weren't any fish there. You mean to say he can drive me out just when I’ve got a chance e “He’s an old man * Dave urged. “He's an old hog!’ said Ann, and she went storming into the cabin. Dave found her there in tears; he tried to ap- pease her, but she met his appeals with an icy dignity. And the young man was troubled, yet helpless to amend the matter here. He and Mac had been right in their expectations. Mr. Fearing and his guide discovered the big fish; and Mr. Fearing next day, and day by day thereafter, fished the foot of the pool. They saw the monster now and then. Mae took Ann one still afternoon and pointed out to her the vast shadow where the great salmon lay. “Dave could maybe get him on a dry fly,’ he said slowly. ‘“‘ Mr. Fearing only fishes the wet, and that won't move him; but I'd certainly like to see Dave try him on the dry.” Ann caught her breath in wonder at the proportions of the monster there, and she listened, and she held her peace. But she began to lay her plans. They were to come to fruition by and by. There was a routine in their days; they rose early, fished the morning through, loafed the afternoon away, and fished from supper to full dark. Ann usually slept in the afternoon; but Mae and Dave were apt to depart on occasions of their own. They must pack supplies from the railroad, or try a near-by trout stream, or a hidden lake. Ann did not go on these excursions. Since Dave had refused to stand his ground against Mr. Fearing’s encroach- ments, she had held toward him a cool and pleasant friendliness, under which the young man sometimes winced. But she no longer openly reproached him. If he chose to submit to tyranny, that was his affair; she told him so, too sweetly, and would say nothing more. Matters were in this state when upon a certain afternoon Mac and Mr. Fear- ing’s guide departed to get a barrel and a supply of salt with which to preserve their fish; Dave went downstream to prospect the lower waters, and only Mr. Fearing and Ann were left here at Partners’ Pool. Mr. Fearing always slept in the afternoon; so when Ann emerged from her cabin at about three and looked cautiously in that direc- tion, he was nowhere to be seen. She proceeded unhindered with what she meant to do. Ann had during her days here ac- quired a fair degree of skill in casting the fly. She meant this afternoon de- liberately to encroach on Mr. Fearing’s water—and with the dry fly, for Mac had said the big salmon might come to such a lure. Dave's spare rod was on the forks under the eaves of the ve- randa, the long leader doubled on the rod; and there was a Brown Hackle already attached. Ann knew the fly should be oiled; but she could not find the oil, and she decided oil was just one of the ritualistic formalities of the art, not strict necessity. She took the rod and descended to the foot of the pool. The water shelved here to a consid- erable depth; and just before the cur- rent quickened for its dip over the rapids below, it flowed over three or (Continued on Page 99

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Shing 1 thee gor Deri” — one The New and Improved TOASTMASTER & Gi Je os¥ NO WAITING! NO WATCHING! NO TURNING! NO BURNING T’S the newest thing in electrical devices! And by . far the smartest gift of the season. An utterly new Works Automatically — mode l of the Toastmaster—the famous toaster that N “Pops Up the Toast!” Won't Burn Toast! It works automatically. And—it won't burn toast! United Stat nd ¢ It comes in 1 and 2-slice sizes and is a revelation in That’s all there is to it. No waiting! No watching! W CG C simplicity and smartness. No turning! No burnt toast! ATERS=-WENTER 40 M PANY Of the hundreds of thousands who saw the remark And by simply setting a small, new-typ ) North Second Str Ml I able first model which revolutionized toastmaking 1n vou get the kind of toast vou like rownet America, not one would have believed it could ever exact shad MSG RAW ExT RIC CoMPANY have been improved upon. Yet BIG PROFITS IN TOAST that has been done! It is even more simple, more amazing, more beautiful ! Another point about a Toastmaster—it won't burt the toast. For when the toast is done, it turns off Write for Facts About Commercial Toastmaster Whole Operation in One Lever the current automaticalls at 4 With the new model, all you do is drop in the bre: id For the same reason it can’t overheat, or ruil yur and press but a single lever. And forget about it! table-top i w In a minute—a piece of evenly browned toast pops A Toastmaster can’t burn vou— it pops the toast up a up, automatically. on the top where vou can reach it safe And now it ao I I j " } | ' comes with cool-type Carrying han that permit | ease err leg | The Automatic Electric Toaster See the New Toastmaster 4 That Pops Up the Toast If vou want the easiest way to have periect toast 4 \

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A PLAYROOM FOR THE CHILDREN THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THIS ATTRACTIVE BEDROOM Which extra room will you choose? $46.00 worth of Celotex will build it for you— will make your whole house more comfortable, and save hundreds of dollars in future fuel bills | rSa qui k and easy job to build this new room of yours—in attic space that is now largely wasted. Old-fashioned, ire too cold in winter, too hot in uninsulated attics summer foranything but storerooms. So the first step is to shut out ex- treme temperatures. Simply line the roof and walls with Celotex insula tion. In bitter weather Celotex holds ir costly furnace heat inside where longs. And in summer, it stops the scorching 'sun’s rays. Now all this valuable space stays ighly comfortable through every season of the Besides, your new room protects the whole upper part of the house—makes it very much easier to main- tain pleasant. even temperatures no matter what the ither is doing outdoors. The walls and ceilings will be rigid and strong. For Celotex / is well as insulates, adds lasting struc- tural strength to old roof structures. The pleasing buff or of Celotex, and its fibrous texture make a most ttractive interior finish. (Write to us for information about the many beautiful effects that can be pro- CELOTEX BRAND INSULATING CANE BOARD US. Pat Off.) is the trad December 6,19350 A ROOM RESERVED FOR FATHER A PLEASANT NEW GUEST ROOM duced on Celotex.) For plastered surfaces, there is Celotex Lath, an insulating plaster base that protects against plaster cracks and eliminates all unsightly lath marks. Your Celotex soon pays for itself in fuel saved. Authorities agree that 60° of all heat-loss leaks through uninsulated roofs. So you can count on saving hundreds of dollars in future fuel bills. Get in touch with your Celotex dealer. He'll tell you how to insulate the home you are living in now, quickly, easily, inexpensively —how to remodel ” f and indicates manufacture by The Celotex Company 7 , er of these dark, dusty attics L } are going through a complete transfor mation with Celotex. The Celotex, itself, costs less than fifty dollars The finish ing and furnishing of the room can be as simple or as elaborate as you choose attics, insulate garages, basements or sleeping porches. All the facts and figures you want, he can furnish. He'll recommend architects, contractors or builders to handle the work. Ask him for our booklet, ~ ‘elotex Cane Fibre Insulation.” And remember, buy your home from a local builder, and look for the Celotex Sign—it is your assurance of greater home comfort. The Celotex Company, 919 N. Michigan Avenue, Chicago, Ill. In Canada: Alexander Murray & Co., Ltd., Montreal. Member of the National Building Indus- tries Bureau. Sales distributors throughout the World. The Extra Strength of Celotex comes from Cane Fibre Celotex is made from the tough, wiry fibres of cane. Its all-round excellence has made it the pre- ferred insulation of home build- ers everyvw here.

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(Continued from Page 96 four large rocks about rventle the rs . puve which, in eddies which them rest from the pressure of the cur- rent, salmon liked to lie. Ann could see them even from the shore; through the confusing ripple of the water they were no more than shadows, but her eye had learned to distinguish the shadow fish rock. She saw them where they lay. She waded into the margin of the pool till there was room for her back- swirls and of a from the shadow of a cast; and as she had seen Dave do, she began to lengthen line while she kept it playing backward and forward through the air. Then the fly caught on the tip of the rod and she had laboriously to clear it and begin again. The fish lay scarcely thirty feet away and a little upstream from her, and she thought her tiv would reach them. So she launched the cast. The line ran well but the light leader fell in a serpent’s coil; only a faint the r, away from this coil and a ttle downstream. The whole it began to float with the slight current, over the enough, long, wind at the last moment brought fly clea tangle of rocks where the salmon lay. Ann trembled with delight and looked up the pool toward Mr. Fearing’s cabin, and made a face in that direction. She had ho serious eX a fish: but at pectation of catching she had made her gesture, registered her refusal to submit least to Mr. Fearing’s unreasonable tyranny. She wanted the old man to know this, and she was tempted to call to him to Cotriie and set But she looked upstream, out of the corner of her eve she saw something move near her tly; she heard When she Was gone; and even as au sharp, clapping sound. the fly was just turning in the looked that way, au great shape water there. More in astonishment than by design Ann lifted the light rod: but something at the other end of it refused to vik ld. And lunge and a spattering of shining drops, out of the then with a great water rose the form of a tremendous fish. He leaped majestically; he shook his noble head; he fell back into the water again. Ann stood her hand, the trembling at with the rod dangling in line limp, her own had hooked He might have dragged her in and drowned her anything! She staring and escape sSup- that chased her ashore, or ' He Was ap- pose she leviathar was capable of palled at the the ste sheer power revealed in made . The li had floated it formed a semicircle but it hung there without The must be tremendous leap he noticed that her line downstream till on the floating caught on wate! farther hook something She turned and then she paused, aghast at fury she had The reel and the sulmon proceeded to show his displeas- ure He charged up the pool, and in that hundred-vard race he jumped three Once he leaped straight up till he was higher than Ann’s head. He seemed to there his contortions in the Ann began to reel in. the handle sO twice or thrice the evoked. screamed, times hang there, and was astiltury i air \ dancing on his tail; then another run and a leap like an light, do en feet from WwW here he ke ft the moment later he was up again, arrow’s water to where he plunged down into it again. Ann stared helplessly after him, while the reel shrilled in her hand. Then the reel was silent and the fish no longer jumped, and she looked at the reel and saw that it was almost empty of line. She began to wind it in, still with no thought of catching the salmon—she THE SATURDAY supposed, of course. the fish had broke I free— but because Dave would not want to lose his line. She began to reel it in, and because it did not come easily she moved up the pool, taking up line as she went along. Once she had to wade out to clear the line from a rock, and she did this almost timidly, fearful that the angry salmon might seize the opportunity to do her a mischief. But he made no sign, and she recovered line till she was come to the head of the slack pool. She realized then that still there was a vibration in the line, a pumping which even in its mildness was eloquent of She realized the fish on, and felt her own helplessness; and she felt very much alone, and looked all around—and saw Mr. Fearing stand- ing on the gravel bar at the head of the pool, watching. He was looking not at her but at the spot where the fish lay; and Ann felt her cheeks crimson like a child's de- tected ina fault. She was caught in the very and crime—and just as the Ancient Mariner wore his albatross, so was the salmon fastened the fish faint motion was on, power. still was act to her as a mute evidence of her guilt. With some vague impulse to be free of him she tugged hard at the line—and the fish went with fury at this renewed intrusion on his dignity In this new rage he excelled his pre- vious performance. He jumped twice in the quick water at the head of the pool; then he ran straight away from Ann and suddenly jumped at right an- gles so that the line hissed as it through the water. He returned ward her, and then raced away again; and this time when he jumped, he came down tail first and threw himself into the air again with a stroke of his tail before his body immersed. The whole upper end of the was a froth of churned, tormented water for a while. Mr. Fearing came down the shingle on the bank of the pool and selected a bowlder and sat down on it. He filled He watched the fish with never crazy tore Lo- was pool a pipe. a glance at Ann. He her seemed so uUncon- presence there that ler jaw stule- when the ish scious of she began to bye set and wished to rest, she renewed the strai the slender rod and teased him into a new that would tire She that she sibility angry. bornly; upon burst of magnificent rage which him out in time. < for s fis! the ti TI ‘ irred to be guntott time might cateh tl had her before She Dave and Mac t ady DOs- not seriously oc tried to remember all had told her. To keep a the rod If the t a to reel in line till the strain spring on made If the fis! LOOK Ii! rose itself felt again. ie, to f let the reel run free. To keep | her fish abreast o following along the shallows up and dow And never to let him rest She told would not lift a ter the floor; the four-pound pull the ree “ hile he noved reine rte red her abo it leader \¢ det We ghed she t pounds—t Yet “ } trol him She found it ty) and by in )) this rod would for he rari believe that ten ounces with the continued stra Little by li vielded Ann could see his heavy bulk i quieter now. line till the clear water surge he took out the line her five then with one t had taken Aga mone Casuul minutes to ga EVENING POST \ ‘ lde d ever he to re! She driftis she rotten in ti remembered tha t she raft her ti | Day She had forg here Of hold him t der on his bow reme mbered not ask his he Ip thoug! he ur bearably and the an downstream: he to ma she t rod - yreat sailmor foot of the pool and in the first quick el and she remembered that s racing dow! str and But the fish stopped times went could not be stopped him. water till she can (Quick him, and then raced the pool to the plugg ng pace So it was all looked at Mr ingly. He had moved downstream now he was standing just hesicde } head again and Ant Fearing almost appeal to do over her here rue assed rapids moved she started rhit he He must lave when the fisl for the and she the at hand to tr the hated the old man as she began to reel in line imph in her defeat whe salmon broke an away She a weary hatred and follow the salmon up the pool It was nearly an hour since she had hooked this fish if eternity. Al she had been supporting a great weig! for hours have been n’s arms ached as though her feet were sore from stum- her eves burned from following the tiny thread of line She thought she could not endure much bling over bow lders more But the salmon was far dering. As she reeled line him up the pool he began to drop back from surren and followed to meet her: she found herself suddenly and then above the fish short abreast of him stubbort runs Ann held | al d again. He made vs downstream and dared il d tool} vuve } below hy re Trt) r, foaming over bowlder merged or wholiv so. where a surely bret away She held the saln hard wished to be near your Dave lo« Ann a hu dered ner exertion, ‘ Some raced quest hooked Continued on Page 103

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- Moruer—“ And oh, Father ..just think of how one would help in keeping the household budget straight . that ought to move you!” THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “== 0 SOMEONE you know who is up and doing...who is GOING somewhere much too fast to “wt slowed | down by a ball and chain in ink-bottle form Give ...a Portable Underwood this Christmas! © Here's iv PA jjvst the right gift for this newer kind of Christmas, of this newer kind of world. « Here's a portable that will let thoughts flow through finger tips and keep on flowing . . . that will let your mind take flight on faney’s wings while fingers barely touch the keys. @. No stopping to dip and carry. No smudge to mar the beauty of your dream. Just let your thinking go, your busy fingers go. Your Underwood understands. @ For whether the thing you write is a letter, a budget sheet, a speech for the women’s club or even The Great American Novel—your Portable Underwood is a very definite aid to smoothness, to clarity, to beauty of expression. It enables you to record your thoughts legibly at high speed. It helps you to concentrate. It makes it easier to express yourself. @ So plan to give a Portable Under- wood this Christmas. What better expression of thoughtfulness, what better example of usefulness, what better incentive to accomplish- ment? @ See The Portable Underwood at the nearest Underwood Dealer or Underwood Branch. Your choice of six attractive colors, or black. Price complete, $60.00, or $6.50 monthly on an easy payment plan. UNDERWOOD TYPEWRITER COMPANY, 342 Madison Avenue, New York, N.Y Distributors of Underwood Standard, Noiseless and Portable Typewriters and Bookkeeping Machines Products of Underwood Ellon Fisher mpany " UNDERWOOD, ELLIOTT. FISHER, SUNDSTRAND SPEED rue WORLD'S BUSINESS” : Special Features of THE PORTABLE UNDERWOOD y esa “Well...that makes it unanimous...particu- larly since I'd neil up my mind to get one for myself.” 7 Son Ge have one, got writing oe DaccHrTren dear how one to EXPRES ORTABLE UNDERWOOD I'd like to Dad, to take away with me be .-typing's ai a mit«

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(Continued from Page 99) helplessly in the very water there; the swift current boiled about her waist. She began whole-heartedly to ery. Not till Ann was rested and com- forted did it occur to them that Mr. Fearing had not come back upstream; so Dave left her on the bank and went down to find the old man. He was scarce gone when Mae ap- peared from the direction of the cabin to hunt for them, and discovered her, and heard the tale. When she had fin- ished, the guide looked downstream thoughtfully. **Hard work to follow a fish down this rift,” he said, half to himself. I broke into the conversation. **In view of the condition of Mrs. Lewis’ account, | suppose you're glad to get that heavy deposit you mentioned.” “Not exactly,”” Fuller replied: “though I am rather fond of children.” “What has that to do with it?” The branch manager sighed wearily. “Everything. The heavy deposit Mrs. Lewis is making happens to be her robust little daughter, Dorothy. About four or five times each month she parks Dorothy with us while she goes shop- ping or to the movies. You see, we're running a day nursery nowadays. Have to. The bank around the corner started coddling youngsters, and we can’t af- ford to have it said that we are not giving as much service as the next fellow.” ‘But why bother about Mrs. Lewis when she keeps such a wabbly bank balance?” Fuller gave a sly wink. “Politics. Her husband is assistant treasurer of a near-by printing company which runs a regular bank balance of more than $15,000. Some day Mrs. Lewis might tell Mr. Lewis what nice bankers we are and—well, who can tell?” This $300,000,000 load which the trying to shake from their houlders had its real origin in post- war years. Money became more plenti- ful than ever. More money meant more banks. More banks meant keener rivalry for accounts. And when they got to competing with all the verve of side-show barkers, even if with greater dignity, the trouble started. See how the seed took root and grew. hanks are Overflowing the Banks When the First National announced that it stood ready to distribute Christ- mas baskets to the needy, as a medium for luring the charitable minded, the Second National, to go its competitor one better, took over the job of deliver- ing pay rolls, as an expedient to attract healthy commercial accounts. the Citizens’ Trust opened its home economics to those When bureau on assist housewives in thrifty management, the Commonwealth improved on the idea by becoming the disbursing agent of customers for their household expenses. Then the Third National, finding itself out with a service for collecting school sav ings and fraternal dues, while the Provident got itself back in the picture by relieving all comers of that vexatious business of making out income-tax returns. Mean- while a person with a bank account, whether it was $50,000 or a deficit to be made good at the earliest convenient moment, never had to worry about his came lagging, THE SATURDAY Ann nodded. * Mr had to run like a boy .’ she agreed. “1 can un- derstand him Mac. He shall fish where he likes, from now on.” But Mae only said, in a low **Here comes Dave!” She followed his glance and saw Fearing better now, tone, her husband picking his way up the rocky shore. Something made her silent while he approached them; when he near she saw that his lips were white. Then he came to where they were, and drew stood beside them, and they waited till he said at last, *‘He saved your fish, Ann! Held the line, and beached him in the next pool below! And Ann asked in a quick hushed voice, ~ He's all right, io isn’t he DEBUNKING BANKING Continued from Page 29 supply of calendars, paper weights, pen cils, memorandum pads, dime savings banks for the kiddies, and the like Good old Mr. Banker was cheerful) handing out these regular Santa Claus. Feverish competition. Country bank ers raised their hands and said they hadn't started it, the city bankers had city bankers pounded their desks and said they weren't keeping it up, the country bankers were. But that, after all, was not important. The important thing was that nobody seemed able to stop the flight of the funetion-gathering snowball, which grew as it rolled. It took a painfully short time for banks to discover that had overnight from single-tracked marts into department stores of fi- nance. You could get almost anything you wanted at one of the highly mod- ern type, from the latest reports on the weather to railroad commutation tick- ets. Not even the newfangled drug store, dispensing Custard pies, jumping items just like a the \ evolved money jacks, cheese sand wiches, bowie knives, bathing and kitcher larger seale than it farther afield. caps ware on doe s dr us, had role The Bankers’ Revolution At last bankers reached the sion that banks were offering too much Three avo a tew of the brave! Conciue- customers expecting too much or four years hard heads, into open skeptical all along, went revolt. If the thing doesn’t stop,” they admonished well nave men customers demanding we professionals to give tree lessor ind women customers Insisting we ope uD face-lifting parlors next to the safe deposit vaults.”"” Whereupon they not only shut down on further ¢ of this thing called service but began the gradual elimination of multifarious special duties they pansion some of the had assumed, let competition do to then what it might i Here was the opportunity for the so-called progre ves to get he heavy licks and decorate heir bank- ing places with so much service that the retrenchers would be varmmped Strangely enough, the lid: KF they, too, had made a great discove It was simply thi that the cost of running banks had inere: cent In twenty vears, while money : nd eredit. the chief eon modi es t he were dealing in, were bringing practi- cally the same rate the ! ifiity years avo, At the outset it had been a minor plague which had blushed unseer now it chance to waste its Dut was a major one, without a sweetness on the EVENING POST nodded and Dave ilter a moment l he agreed | he smiled I think so, never saw so much proud happiness in a man’s face as there is in his—where he lies beside the great salmon there! Ann pressed her hands to her lips and her throat ached. But Mace. stand- ing here above her, smiled gravely and his eyes swept a slow circle all around ‘He was mighty fond of all this,”” he said Then his on the mountains, and after a Ann comes the rested ‘ loud moment he slowly. glance where white masses rolled looked down at * There told her gently that when the fog blows over the mountain fog he “The old men always say i man ean hang up his rod for a while The American Bankers \s- sociation pet red into it with searching The Federal Reserve Bank of put it under the microscope Individuals turned on the spotlight. It seemed to eve ryvone that the time was de sert au scrutiny Soston ripe to find out exactly what banking had become. They asked banks here there and the other place, thousands of them, to tell, giving particular heed to the “orgy of service,”’ to probers’ own term, into which banking had plunged. Smarting under the lash reduced profits, the banks supplied the facts, and the facts sup- plied a shock Pe rhaps one of the heaviest of the blows was the American Bankers As- use the of greatly sociation discovery that the orgy was costing banks $300,000,000 a year. But not the least astounding was the light shed by the Boston study on the diversity of service furnished. After exhaustive checking and double check- ing, the Massachusetts searchers were able to list 105 forms of it which were outside the functions ordinarily eX- And that was neither a 100 per cent complete list nor pecte d of banks lo vive to mention the enormous Increase in essential duties necessitated by normal and There were ple nty ol the latter vanety but every body agreed they were ex e] business growth improvement lent additions and helped to make banks more utilitariat more human and more generally helpful to the com munity than banks had ever been Where Service Ends Sore sheep prac tices could be condemned without argument, not only because they were blanks as bus nes vette but because they were far off the line of bank ng ans wav vou looked at it. What, for « imple did it AaVall a DANK to inst! t M Schmidt he delicatessen dealer the irt of keeping his windows cle Where w inv commensurate return for awarding vers schol | to you! peo- pie neo rove rhe t i.) ‘ no ce am im OL Vi hould a bank feel obliged to provide dog doctor eve time Mrs. \ Bu b KS pet poodk | t threw I Wasn't ed ti I Sampson, the n onaire ong ong es to let hin vo Ww riding in the bank's ; rpiane Whvy the ticker t 1 n the lobby thre the fatand the thir veighing scales for Why pamper M Blotto, who mad habit of issu ng checks without suffi ‘ nt funds to cover? Why not make a charge of from tiftyv cents to t wo dollars a month tor carrying checking accounts Continued on Page 105 Architects Jackson, Robertson and Adams SIKES Auniture for a Rhode Island Courthouse ... . The at Providence, R. I! an outstanding Providence County Courthouse example of pure Colonial at When the selection of furniture wa considered, it was at once apperent that the style = ted should be m ern and yet flect the spirit { the surroundings Many suggestions were sut itted a tinguished group of + After careful exa imation, they etermined t pstor bu pieces special ade t Sikes Clearly showing the Colonial influence offering the mode advantages of f and practicability s did furniture decidedly impressive and worthy f splendid building it w graces The chairs by The Sikes Company of Phile leeks andtablest t Sikes Cutler Desk Corpove tion of Buffalo, New York delphia, together wit! onstitute the larges gle tract for fine fu placed in New Eng ' nt ‘ k e t ngs . equally fine f ire. € Sik icaic wh “A glad ' ate w t ec f “ ‘ pe f ‘ pec i en THE SIKES COMPANY PHILADELPHIA ? matched office euites and commercial desks by the Sikes-Cutles Buffalo, New York SIKES } AX nt AN SLICE mea ae aa Sa eee ee Chairmakers for 70 years mee eee aaa eae ae A complete line ts manulactared Desk Corporation at

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The pleasure which a new Nash for Christmas brings to all the family is increased by the knowl- edge that—whatever Nash you buy—that car ts the finest car and the greatest value in its field Lowest Priced Six in All Nash History $795 Only Twin-Ignition Eight at Its Price $1295 World’s Lowest Priced Eight 4-DoorSedan$9$5§ Finest Eight Motoring Money Can Buy $1565 ae mae THE \ < eT? (236

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(Continued from Page 103) under a specified minimum, since it was actually costing them money not to do so? The great problem was to avoid drawing the line too finely. Banks could quite properly be debunked, but they could not be dehumanized; that would be worse than being overhuman- ized. It was perfectly plain that though some of the free services were unprof- itable, they were none the less essential. Into this class fell such items as oper- ating armored motor cars, cashing out-of-town checks for noncustomers, investment advice, converting foreign moneys into United States currency and vice versa, specially printed check books for depositors whose balances warranted that expense, novelty sav- ings banks to stimulate thrift, issuing drafts on foreign cities, to mention a few. Then there were the border-line serv- ices, such as permitting Mr. Smith to deposit an out-of-town check with his left hand and to draw against it simul- taneously with his right. Technically that is described as drawing against uncollected funds, and opinion was divided regarding the advisability of interfering with this concession to Mr. Smith, even though the practice did entail an expense. Under the same heading came the practice of dissemi- nating credit information. In spite of the fact that countless cases could be cited to show that extensive and costly investigations were often required to obtain this gratuitously distributed information, some bankers took the position that there is no finer service a bank can perform than to fortify cus- tomers against business losses. Here are some of the other surprising pointers the banking world picked up about itself: The so-called convenience services cost the banks of the country approximately $5,000,000 a year over and above any revenue that may accrue from them, the principal return being the theoretical one of goodwill. About 56 per cent of the checking accounts do not even pay the handling cost, being so small that they represent only 2.9 per cent of total deposits; yet these same depositors issue 40 per cent of the total checks drawn on the average bank each day. To put it the other way, 44 per cent of customers carry 97.1 per cent of deposits, but instead of the amount of labor required to handle their business being in the ratio of 97.1 to 2.9, as could reasonably be expected, it is actually 60 to 40. The annual cost resulting from unprofitable accounts is $2,000,000, while small savings ac- counts that are ultra-active lop off another $750,000 from profits. White Elephants of Banking The item for assistance given in pre- paring income-tax returns is $500,000. The operation of school savings banks, altruistic as that activity may be, involves a net annual deficit of $1,250,- 000. One group of banks in a Southern city reported that they had been run- ning these school banks over a period of ten years at annual losses ranging from $9000 the first year to $15,000 the tenth, in spite of the fact that parents and teachers gave intelligent coépera- tion. Cashing out-of-town checks for non- customers causes a direct financial loss of $1,000,000 yearly, while cashiers’ checks are issued to this same group of persons for payment of local bills at an expense of $1,500,000. Some of the larger banks had installed travel bu- reaus. The idea was that they would more than pay for themselves through the sale of travelers’ checks and letters of credit, but the lesson of experience is that the activity goes in the red to the tune of $750,000 a year. Christmas savings clubs clip another $1,000,000 off the profit sheet, but they, like travel bureaus, cannot be into the white-elephant group. Some bankers stoutly contend that indirectly they are lucrative. Travel bureaus pro- duce prospective customers for other departments; Christmas clubs bring permanent savings accounts. Whether these benefits more than offset the operation costs is still under debate. It costs banks $10,000,000 annually to provide check books, pass books and deposit slips. Though this sum is listed as one of the items in the grand total of $300,000,000 which the banks are rep- resented as giving away yearly in the form of free service, the utter impracti- cability of charging customers for such equipment is, of recognized. However, the agencies striving to halt the long-sustained wave of destructive rivalry are not so readily satisfied with the fact that “‘many banks are com- pelled by the inexorable urge of compe- tition”’ to pay interest on commercial accounts. tossed carelessly course, A Check-Up on Checks “Why should they,” asks the com- mission on banking functions and clearing-house practices of the Amer- ican Bankers Association, “be called upon to hand out to their customers $35,000,000 annually on that portion of these accounts which, by law, the banks are compelled to keep as reserve, with- out interest, at the Federal Reserve Bank? The major cause of the unsatisfactory condition which exists in the bank’s profit-and-loss account unquestionably is our stupid and inex- cusable competition inspired by the great American desire for bigger and better banks.” Meanwhile the offensive movement to repair as much of the damage as pos- sible gathers force. The first premise taken by those carrying it on is that many of the extraordinary functions with which banks have saddled them- selves are here to stay. And as far as that is concerned, there is wide recog- nition that the remarkable growth of the human side of banking has decided advantages. Banks, for example, are the natural enemies of stock swindlers, who reap an annual harvest estimated at $1,500,000,000, and the more inti- mate a bank’s relations with depositors, the easier to sound warnings. No- body, not even those who railed long- est and loudest at the profit-destroying drift, seems eager to interfere with the status quo of that relationship. The whole objective is to find ways and means to make up for the diminishing earning power of deposits. The per-item charge looms as the most favored solution. If you have not already been introduced to it, the chances are excellent that you will be. A survey made by the American Bankers Association shows that 36.8 per cent of the member banks replying are now making per-item charges of one sort or another. Out of nine questions mitted to these banks, there were three of particular interest to every person who has a checking account, as follows: (a) Do you make an exchange, service or over-the-counter charge on checks payable outside your city? Do you make a charge on items payable within your city? (b) Do you make a charge on items drawn by your depositors? (c) Would you be in favor of having a sub- THE SATURDAY EVENING POST uniform system adopted by all banks throughout the country automatically and fairly to compensate them in han- dling items items? Translated into nontechnical terms, the first of these questions is simply this: Does your bank charge you for handling the checks on out-of-town banks which you deposit to your ac- both city and out-of-town count? The sectional line-up on replies showed that 83.8 per cent of Eastern banks make no such charge, 62.2 per cent of Southern banks do, 69.8 of the Middle Western do not, and 65.4 of the Western do not. In response to the second half of the question, which applies to items pay- able within the city, it was found that the practice of making customers pay for the handling of local checks was fairly negligible. Out of all the banks replying, only an average of 9.2 per cent make such charges, the South again being highest, with 23.1 per cent. On the question of items which means the checks any depositor it was again demonstrated that the South is the leader in the move- ment to charge for service given. The replies showed 36.2 per cent of the Southern members to be charging for withdrawals, as against 12.5 in the Kast, 17.6 in the Middle West and 17.1 in the West, for an average over the entire country of 19.6. Still further refined, these figures reveal that ap- proximately one-fifth of the answering banks have already instituted a service charge on every check drawn by their depositors. To the customers of those banks who know not what it taxed for service in any form, it is all rather bewildering The third question, relating to the advisability of a uniform sy proved the banks to be far more in agreement on that point than on others Ninety-five and five-tenths per cent re- ported that they were in favor of thegen- eral adoption ofa method tocompensate them for their services. The overwhelm- Ing preponderance of Opinion ih sup- port of concerted action furnishes its own side light on the more recent atti- tude toward competition and its penal- ties. It would seem that the ardor to spread the ramifications of service to their ultimate point had cooled. drawn, ISSUCS, is to be stem, Money That Floats There are various other forms of the per-item charge. One of them concerns the not-sufficient-funds check. A bank in a Southern city which recently in- stalled a charge of twenty-five cents for check of that kind had an illu- minating experience. The day before the charge was made effective, thirty- two insufficient checks were re turned while ten days later the total had dwindled to three. Float” is a banking term without meaning to the average depositor, but its significance to the banks themselves Is Important enough to bring the state- ment from one of the leading bankers of the Middle West that the institution of a nation-wide system of float charges would increase earnings by S50 000 000 every a yvear. Float, ina general way, refers to the dead calm into which eapital, credit or funds of process of transfer from one another. The sum total being shipped the United States all the time runs into many hundreds of millions While in transit it earns no interest or return of any character. Its produe- tiveness has become becalmed. 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OFF. *The quality of Defiance Spark Plugs is predetermined by exhaustive engineering research and exacting production inspec- wrapping each carton in Cellophane. tions, and guarded by THE banks in deducting the period of trans- mission when calculating interest on the balances maintained by country corre- spondents. But that part of it which applies to the general run of us has to do with the out-of-town checks which we put into our banks. The case of Mr. Smith, who deposits a check with his left hand and simultaneously draws against it with his right, comes up again. Entirely aside from the fact that the bank, when it allows Mr. Smith to draw against uncollected funds, is taking the chance that the check may not be good, few of us realize that the extension of this privilege means ac- tually that the bank has advanced the funds to Mr. Smith, pending the com- pletion of the entire transaction. In the interval between his deposit and the actual transfer of the money to his bank, the out-of-town check has hit the doldrums of productiveness. It toils not, neither does it spin. SATURDAY EVENING POST Minnesota, Nebraska and Wiscon- sin have been pioneers in getting on the trail of losses incurred through float. In those states a floating check gathers moss. If you happen to be a depositor of a bank in St. Paul or Minneapolis you pay three cents on checks of $25 or under, five cents on checks for sums running between $25 and $100, and more as you go, depend- ing on the amount of the check and the time it takes to collect it through the Federal Reserve Bank. All these ap- parently insignificant sums mount into a huge total when added together. It is with a great deal of pride that Min- nesota bankers point to the experience of the Northern National Bank of Bemidji, a town of 8000 population. The capital of that bank is $50,000 and its commercial deposits, $325,000. In one year it earned $3300 on float charges alone, a sum equal to 6.6 per cent of its capital. December 6, 1950 The keynote of the whole movement for banking readjustment is found in the present exhaustive study of per item charges, which are deemed more equitable to both customer and bank than a set service charge for balances under a specified minimum. “* Let the activity of an account determine how much banks shall charge for carrying it,” is the spirit of the remedy most favored. Along that line the American Bank- ers Association is urging clearing houses of the country to adopt a uniform per item schedule of charges. Since the plan recommended by the association provides a charge for checks drawn and deposited, as well as for float, you need feel no surprise if the morning mail should some day contain a letter from your bank announcing in diplomatic language that many of the old free functions of banking have ceased to exist. THE SECRETARY TO THE PRESIDENT the American delegation, headed by Charles Evans Hughes, former Secre- tary of State, and now Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court. President Coolidge was to be met by President Machado, and as soon as | boarded the battleship Texas a wireless message was delivered to me, asking just how the President and his party and the head of the American delega- tion and his party were to be landed. This message suggested that two land- ings be arranged—the President and his party first, and the delegation to the conference next. The presidential party included, among others, the Sec- retary of, State and Mrs. Kellogg and the Secretary of the Navy and Mrs. Wil- bur. The President of Cuba proposed to meet the President of the United States, but he did not want to meet the American delegation, because that would be construed as a discrimination against various delegations from other coun- tries, which had already arrived. Preserving the Amenities I struggled for several hours answer- ing this message, and received a reply that the arrangements would not work out satisfactorily with the boats. There was no time for further communica- tion. I had worked out the seating of the different launches swung from the battleship, but when the representa- tives of the President of Cuba arrived, together with our ambassador, I was informed that they had not intended to use the launches of our battleship but to take the launches of the Cuban Government, which were sent to bring the President ashore. The seating capacity was less, hence the difficulty. Our admiral had informed me that international etiquette required that the launches of the battleship be used. The debarkation of our party started, and we were all ready to get aboard the Texas boats when the President saw the trouble. It was a real confusion. beeause naval instructions had gone from the command of the battleship for our boats to come alongside, and the command was being obeyed. On the other hand, the President of Cuba had directed his launches to be there, and they were obeying their command. I explained in a moment to the President, and the difficulties were cleared away with his quiet response: ‘We will land in the Cuban boats, if they desire.”’ Continued from Page 5 The American fleet of launches re- treated and gave way to the Cuban fleet, which safely landed us. We had to work out the seating arrangements on the spur of the moment, but had very little trouble. As the two presidents were driven along the streets crowded with the cheering multitude, the occasion was a most inspiring one. We were ali taken to the imposing presidential palace, where we remained during our stay. Late in the afternoon the two presi- dents went out on the spacious veranda overlooking the sea across the wide ex- panse of the beautiful park. They stood there for a few moments while shouts of applause came from the thousands upon thousands of people who were standing to cheer the two presidents whom they saw. I had a beautiful suite at the palace, but was so busy I had little occasion to enjoy it. Arrangements had been well worked out by our ambassador and by Col. E. W. Starling, a member of the Secret Service, who had gone in advance. A thousand and one things kept me busy. Gifts were being deliv- ered, formal calls were being made, hundreds of telegrams were being deiivered, some of them in Spanish. The President, of course, had pre- pared the speech which he was to de- liver, so he had to give no thought to this. Almost every spare moment of his time was arranged for. On the second night, there was to be a formal dinner where toasts were to be exchanged be- tween the two presidents. Our ambas- sador understood they merely toasts, without accompanying remarks. I learned late that day that the President, of Cuba had prepared some remarks to accompany the toast, and I had to get a copy of them and have them translated so that appro- priate remarks in response could be prepared by the President. The dinner, with about two hundred guests, including all the delegates to the conference, was a very brilliant affair, and everything turned out smoothly. The two toasts started the dinner. President Coolidge did not speak Spanish, and President Machado did not speak much English, but they were aided by an interpreter and car- ried on a very animated conversation. I would have been much happier at the dinner if I could have borrowed their interpreter for a short time, for I was seated between two very beautiful were to be with whom I could not con- It was not their fault—they spoke three or four languages other than English, but my foreign-language education had been neglected. The presidential party left Cuba early the next morning after a two days’ stay, with waving and cheering crowds bidding the President good-by. It was an inspiration to see the evi- dences of abundant good will on every hand. However, I felt relieved when the President, just before landing in Key West, corrected and approved his message conveying to President and Mrs. Machado the tidings of his return to American shores and his expressions of thanks for their fine hospitality. women verse. Summer White Houses When the President went for a long trip like a summer vaeation, it was a real event. He made four such trips. Then a Summer White House had to be arranged. Anappropriate guard of Ma- rines had to be transported. Executive offices had to be arranged. When Mr. Coolidge was at Swampscott, Massa- chusetts, we had our office in the chamber of commerce at Lynn. When at Paul Smith’s, New York, we were in a cottage. While at Rapid City, South Dakota, and Superior, Wisconsin, we were in the high-school buildings, in the last two instances about thirty miles from the Summer White House. A special telephone wire was always run from the offices, where we had a switchboard, to the President’s sum- mer home. It was also connected with the living rooms of the secretary and the Seeret Service. The hardships of the office force were increased during the summer, when the President was out a great distance from Washington. Whenacaller wants to see the President of the United States, those in charge must not merely think he is entitled to see him; they must know it. In Washington one can check up with the senators and members of Con- gress, with the Cabinet and other ex- ecutive officers, with old files, and in many ways determine whether a caller should see him. Away from the base of supplies all that was impossible. One of the most-talked-of events of Mr. Coolidge’s Administration occurred during his stay at the Black Hills in South Dakota. Somedays before theend of four years’ service as President, Mr. (Continued on Page 109)

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(Continued from Page 106 Coolidge had rung for me to come into his office. His office was in the south- eastern corner of the high-school build- ing in Rapid City, in a rather spacious room, with his large desk well out in the room, but nearer the south side. He was sitting rather quietly at his desk and did not change his position when I came in. After I sat down looked up and said: “Now—! President.” When he said and paused, | knew from former experience that he was about important matter. I didn’t reply, partly because his statement did not seem to eall for a reply, and partly because to me the situation had changed from a casual moment to a tense one. He then added: “If I should serve as President again, I should serve almost ten years, which is too long for a Pres- ident in this eountry.” I said, “I think the people of the country will be disappointed.” he am not going to run for “now to discuss an A Laconic Message I do not recall what reply he made, if any, to this, but he handed me a slip of paper on which was written, in blue pencil, the sentence: I do not choose to run tor President in nineteen twenty-eight. And said: ‘“‘What do that?” I made some casual comment on the phraseology, to which he paid very lit- tle attention, and then I said: ** You feel sure you think of that you have reached a defi- nite decision about the mat- ter?” He said, * Ves.” I said, ‘‘Since there is no occa- y, sion for speaking Vi. eran Fn see a m why thereshould be any hurry about making the announce- ment.” No one can re- call after a lapse of time the sub- stance of such a 7 bt conversation, but the impres- Pane it] sion frequently 4 remains very . vivid. The one A A Impression that ‘4 I had, and which still remains, was that he had not called me in Ja" to seek my} ad- viee as to =~ whether he should run. After we dis- cussed the | phraseology of the note which he had submit- ted tome, I knew that he had not theslightest idea Jur | Soee f*t deemcat L7 nny & fl “i tv nr fn t-v-- C4, THE SATURDAY years, and I think that it is anappropri- ate time to make the announcement.” I said, ‘Very well; that will be the day you regularly meet the newspaper- men, and it will fit in very nicely.” He then brought up another subject, and neither of us referred again to his proposed for several days—in fact, not until Tuesday morn- ing, August the second. He came. as usual, from the Summer White House. the state game lodge, about thirty miles away, by and rived at his office about half-past eight I was there before he arrived and went into the office. I said to him, “Do you intend make your announcement today?” He said, ** Yes.” I said, “I think it would be well if you made the announcement at twelve o'clock instead of nine the regular time of our newspaper confer- ence. There is three hours’ difference in time between Rapid City and New York, and if the announcement is made at twelve o'clock, it will come after three there and the stock market will be closed. News of this kind is sure to affect the stock market. It is always best to have the news break at a time when the effect of it can be digested while the stock market is closed.”’ He agreed to this. At the close of the usual nine-o’clock newspaper confer- ence, which was always held for the announcement , ’ automobile, ar- to o'clock, correspondents representing afternoon papers, he said rather casually: “If you will return at twelve o'clock there will be an additional statement.” This was out of the usual routine, and speculation was rife among the WT Adiiicins . fre fu rs proton f? rac our ‘ = p Arars tha y the drawer of h 4, desk and pair A sheet ! neat litt EVENING POST hewspapermen a to wha Lhe tate ment would be. Not a single one had the faintest ide: but a reat m f them thought it might relate to the Arms Conference, which was then session. About half-past eleven o’clo he ealled me inh, pi ked ip hi peneil and, In my presence, wrote the same w« rd that I had se« non the before with it referring ft +} mow ele i) ‘ i eT slip, wh h had probab Deen cle stroved by him. This was very convine- ing proof to me that the phraseology of his statement had been the subject of eareful study. He said, ** Take this, and about ten minutes before twelve call in Mr. Gei ser, have him run off a number of these lines on legal-sized paper, five or six on each sheet, with carbons enough to supply the ne wspapermen, and se me to spare. Then bring in the sheets to me uncut.” Setting the Stage I went into my room and later sent for Mr. Erwin C. Geisser, who was the President's personal tenographer l told him | had something | wanted copied in the strictest confidence in the President had i nd handed him the s ip the manner cated to me, a It affected him very visibly He had been with the President when he i Vice President. He had been at the little Coolidge home in Plymouth, Ver mont, at the dramatic time when President Coolidge’s father adminis tered the oath of office of President of the United States to his son He had been at his side constantly dur- all the time he had be en President, and he felt the im port of the litth ilp v hic hi he “ to transeribe Hebrought back about Six or ‘ seven sheets, ‘ which I took in tothe President Mr. Coolidge took a large pait of shear out of Te hap vo rhetie I dtl AA =e | | hand these I rey } yy ! tl ‘ t¢ | ‘ ie oO ‘ | | j the doo | pern ‘ | : f of heeding my 2 advice about | { E all “ I walked ba that unless | ° pn IDR LAM on of should agree . / . vere 1, fe He said, “On 17 : Senator Capp the second of Au- Len — of Ki: gust I shall have A Facsimile of the Author's Note in Regard to the Famous had been there served four ** Do Not Choose to Run’"’ Announcement d he 109 —_—_——————— ———— Satisfied Guests make New Yorker FAMOUS locker In Pullman cars, in clut rooms, over the luncheon tables in famous hotels, in business offices and stores...wherever men gather you hear it—“be sure to stop at the Hotel New Yorker when you go to New York.” @ For inless than a year the New Yorker has become the most talked- about hotel in history. 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He was a house guest at the . White House | ™ tor ve do not usually ‘ one oO ne into the news- ‘ ‘ Tere es except re gularly ac- edite d newspaper orre spondents, e you are journalist and a é ] think vou will be interested n with the boys.”’ So Senator Capper came in, unaware ‘ vortance of the conference. It He only saw the President ‘ them that the line formed on the i saw him hand them each a slip ree reached the door before \ t the slips, but I explained them that I did not want any of room until they all nnouncement. Then I opened the door. The inhabitants of the town rht there } 2 was a fire. It was several ecks to the telegraph offices and to he long-distance telephone, and there vas a real race on. The correspondents had agreed beforehand that no one hould use the telephones, since there vere but twoin the high-school building. There were sent out from the little of Rapid City tens of thousands f words of telegraphic news, explain- that Coolidge did ot choose to run for President in 1928. } to the eountry They had no explanation from him, nd I refused to comment on the bject the ground that the Presi- t had stated what he wished to say g and ! did not care to dis- Three or four of the morning news- rmen stayed around and vainly ed i “rious Ways to get some addi- ght on the statement. They had nple time to write the story, with any de lights whi h they could obtain. Shor after thev left the Presi- lent’s office | asked him if Mr. Frank W. Stearns and Mr. William M. Butler notified by Mr. personal friend, d Senator Butler was then chairman wire. close the Republican National Com- te nd had managed his precon- vention campaign and his campaign At the Summer White House Ee down and wrote on a similar of paper a short message to be ed by 1 and addressed to each of hem. The penciled memorandum for these message read: President has just announced that it ehoose to run in nineteen > fter issuing the statement he ve » the Summer White House The day following this statement 1 s. Sanders und l were invited to pend the night at the Summer White resentative and Mrs. C I Reavis, of Nebraska, were din- ner guests and not knowing of his tement, Mr. Reavis was very effu- ‘ his recitals of Nebraska's hopes he would run again. No one en- htened the prominent Nebraskan neerning the President's decision. Messages began pouring in from all ‘ he cour —many of them ask- o reconsider; many of them g on the words he had used, by idatory messages, saying that the eople yould choose” for him. The spondence following must have been very gratifying to the President — of praise from people all over the ry and in all walks of life: f «ff mes- of confidence and of appreciation. ection THE SATURDAY Some of those who knew him pretty well doubted the finality of the decision; others, trying to be ingenious, sought to read into the phraseology a doubt of finality; still others took him at his word and gave weight to the sincerity which should attach to a presidential utterance. This was the first one of a number of things which he did to prevent his renomination. On the afternoon of December 6, 1927, there was to be a meeting of the Republican National Committee in the East Room of the White House. Prac- tically every member of the committee, including the head of the women’s organization in each state, attended. The President's speech had been given out to the press, but since he had never formally communicated to the committee his views with respect to the renomination, he took that means of doing so. The last part of his speech was not handed to the correspondents until a few moments before he began to speak, so that those present did not know that the address would mention the subject. After a very appropriate discussion of the responsibilities of political or- ganizations, he added: “This is naturally the time to be planning for the future. The party will soon place in nomination its candidate to succeed me. To give time for mature deliberation I stated to the country on August second that I did not choose to run for President in 1928. My state- ment stands. No one should be led to suppose that I have modified it. My decision will be respected. After I had been eliminated, the party began, and should vigorously continue, the serious task of selecting another candidate from among the numbers of distin- guished men available.” After he closed, Mrs. Alvin T. Hert, of Kentucky, vice chairman, with tears in her eyes, spoke of her disappoint- ment, and seemed to think that settled the question. However, Charles D. Hilles, national committeeman from New York, said to me immediately thereafter: *‘ This not take the President out of the race.”’ It was interesting to me to note the different viewpoints of two persons who had heard the words. In the middle of March, 1928, the President received a letter from L. C does same Winter, EVENING POST Hinkle, Republican state chairman of Wyoming, inclosing a certified copy of the resolution adopted by the Repub- lican State Committee. After reciting and praising the policies of the Coolidge Administration, the resolution closed with this appeal: ‘*Therefore, Be It Resolved that the Wyoming Republican State Central Com- mittee believes that the general good of the people of these United States would be enhanced by a continuation of the Ad- ministration of Calvin Coolidge. Be It Further Resolved that the Wy- oming Republican State Central Com- mittee requests Calvin Coolidge to waive his personal preference and consent to continue for an additional four vears that leadership which has brought honor and prosperity to this country... . We had usually left without answer communications of this character, but since this was a formal resolution, it was thought best to reply, and the fol- lowing was prepared and signed by me: My dear Mr. Hinkle: *‘The President has received your letter of the 17th, in- closing a copy of the resolution adopted by the Republican State Committee of Wyoming, on March 10th. While he, of eourse, very greatly appreciates and thanks you for the expressions of confi- dence, the President directs me to say that he must decline to grant the request of the Committee Sincerely yours, EVERETT SANDERS, Secretary to the President. I had written this letter in long- hand, and originally it read that he must decline to ‘“‘aecede to” the re- quest, but when I showed my penciled letter to the President he drew a line through and wrote the word “grant.” A little more than a month later the President sent a letter to Francis Prescott, of Boston, chairman of the Republican State Committee of Massa- chusetts, reading: “aecede to” Tur Wuire House Washington, April 20, 1928. My dear Mr. Prescott: Report has come that persons in Massachu- setts are proposing to write In my name as a candidate for President at the primaries on April 24. Such action would be most embarrassing to me and, while appreciat- ing the compliment that is intended, | request that it not be done. My name is being used in other States in a way that is contrary to my wishes. | to me some Quebec, Canada December 6, 1930 have heard that in New York it has gone so far as to be claimed such use is with m4 tacit consent. In my own State, to give any counte- nance to such a movement would tend to compromise me and lend color to the mis- representations that apparently are being made in other States. I am, therefore, sending you this public declaration of my position and requesting that such attempts be discontinued. Very truly yours, CALVIN COOLIDGE. When the Republican National Con- vention was in session at Kansas City, I carried to the heads of certain dele- gations his personal verbal request that they should not vote for him for Pres- ident. Some people have thought if he had used different words his position would have been more clearly under- stood. However, he did not choose to run for President in 1928, and he did not run. No matter how forcible the language, someone would still have been found to inquire if Coolidge had not reconsidered his decision, or to ask him to do so. An Effective Withdrawal Charles Evans Hughes said he would neither seek nor accept the nomina- tion, but that did not prevent further talk of Mr. Hughes’ nomination, nor did it obviate the necessity for his making additional public statements on the subject. Gov. Frank O. Low- den, prior to the convention at Cleve- land in 1924, issued a public statement that he would not accept the nomina- tion for Vice President if it were tendered to him. Nevertheless, the convention nominated him and he declined to accept. The method Mr. Coolidge pursued proved to be effec- tive. No other method could have done more. His work was somewhat lighter after his first statement and considerably lighter after the election of his succes- He had his usual hard work after the last session of Congress started. But the impending somewhat relieved the pressure which usually is found in the short session of Congress, ending on March fourth by constitutional mandate. On March 4, 1929, he finished sign- ing bills in the richly decorated his- toric President’s room next to the Senate chamber in the Capitol. This was his last official act. As the clock struck twelve, noon, he walked into the United States Senate, and with his successor elect heard the same oath taken by Vice President Curtis which had been administered to him eight years before. He then saw Chief Justice Taft swear in his succes- sor where he himself had taken a like oath four years before. He listened to the crowd applaud the new ruler of our land. After the inaugural address of Presi- dent Hoover, Mr. and Mrs. Coolidge went directly to the Union Station to board the train for Massachusetts. In his first message to Congress after President Harding’s death, he had said: sor. special session It is our duty, under the inspiration of his example, to take up the burdens which he was permitted to lay down. Now another was to take up the burdens which Calvin Coolidge was permitted to lay down. Editor’s Note—This is the first of a series of articles by Mr. Sanders, who served as Secretary to the President during the Administration of former President Coolidge. The second will appear in the issue of December 20th.

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Elaborate as these menus seem to us, they are nothing in the face of what was considered appropriate for an eve- ning supper, or ambogue, as such a collation was called. For this evening supper the hostess was expected to pro- vide: Cold Roast Lamb \ Pineappk Calve S Foot Jelly \ Dressed Crab \ Tourte Ice italian Salad Ham Modelled Lemon Cream in Shape Lobster ' \ieringue \ Veal Cake Modelled French Pastry Ee rgne with a Trifle Tongue Modelled Cold Roast Fowl Orange Jelly A Melon Dutch Salad Prawns Pyramid of Pastry Raspberry Cream in Shape Small Dessert Dishes of Almonds and Raisins, l'ruit, Sweetmeats, Nuts, and so on, to be placed be- tween the side and center dishes It is interesting to note the contrast between this evening supper, served at the close of the eighteenth century, and A Bill of Fare upon an Extraor- dinary Occasion of 1683. The substantial appetites of the seventeenth century demanded *‘a col- lar of brawn,” or ‘“‘a fat pig,’ upon every occasion, refusing to be satis- fied by “raspberry cream in shape,” ‘Italian salad,” or a “‘ pyramid of pas- try.”’ Indeed they had scarcely dreamed of such things. A Grocer’s Bill of 176! Brillat-Savarin, the famous French gourmet, could not have said of them, as he did of his own contemporaries more than a hundred years later: “To gratify mouths that only open to simper, to tempt fanciful and nervous women, to excite stomachs of papier- maché, and rouse gawky, wretched- looking people, whose appetite is merely a whim always ready to drop, requires more genius, more penetra- tion, and more labour than to resolve one of the most difficult problems of the Geometry of the Infinite.” The supper for an evening party in 1683 included: First CoURS® 1. A collar of brawn 11. A Haunch of Venison a couple of Pullets roasted boyled 12. A Neats-Tongue and }. A bisk of Fist Udder roasted 4. A dish of carp 13. A Westphalia Ham » A grand boiled meat boy led 6. A grand sallet 14. A joll of Salmor 7. A venison Pasty. 15. Minced ples 8. A roasted Turkey 16. A Sur loyn of Roast 9. A Fat Pig beef 10. A powdered goose 17. Cold baked Meats 18. A dish of Custards SECOND COURSE a J lies of all sort 1] A dish of Partridges z. A dish of Pheasants. 12. A Fricacy of Fowls 3. A Pike boyled 13. A dish of wild-duck 4. Ar oyster pye 14. A dish of chickens 5. A dish of Plover 15. A dish of Stewed 6. A dish of Larks oysters 7. A Joll of Sturgior 16. A marehpane 8. A couple of Lobsters. 17. A dish of Fruit %. A lumber-pye 18. A dish of Tart 10. A couple of Capon The expense and labor involved in an eighteenth-century dinner or supper party strikes us as appalling. The present-day hostess who quails at the idea that fifty dollars will barely cover the expenses of a simple dinner party of twelve, may take comfort in what Mrs. Nicholas Biddle, of Philadelphia, paid her provisioner, Mr. John Law- rence, when she gave a dinner party one June day in 1761, when money was worth marly times what it is now, and mistakes in addition were just as common. Continued from Page 21 e 4 t Mr. JoHN LAWRENCE TO Mary | DR To 1 piece of Beef 7 Gammon 61/6, ca head 2/6 t To Veal 2/11, fish 7/, Ducks 5 amb 4 7 lo Chickens 12/, Tongue (abage 2 Turnips | S To Tarts 6/. Je lys 8 Custard Whi 4 | { To Cucumbers 4/, Potatoes 9d, Pea t Butter 9 74 To Strawberries 2/6, Cherries, 2), | dings 12/, Bread 1/4 7 Dressing 2 4 Bottles of Wine at 4/¢ s 3 do Claret 15/, Bristol Beer 8/, Punch 12 Another amusing old bill is preserved for the supper served at the ball given at the State House in Annapolis when Washington resigned his commission on December 23, 1783. In this case it seems to have been an abundance of wine and spirits that composed the repast, rather than an “elegant assort- ment of viands,”’ for the latter is con- spicuous only by its absence. STATE OF MARYLAND, Dt TO GEORGE MANN To supper se rved at State House 7 - To 98 Bottles of Wine ' 9.0 To 2} Gallons Spirits 7. To Loaf sugar 18 Lemor 2 lo Musick if To Waiters—45/ attendance at the | 5 j To 12 packs of cards 72/6 ot To candles t To cleaning the room The tastes of the colonial diner-out differed very widely, in stances, from those of today. was highly many in- The food seasoned—much more so than we should consider proper—and flavors were combined in a manner that to us would seem bizarre and in- harmonious. It is difficult for us to imagine eating White Hog’s Pudding a sort of sausage in which the skins had been thoroughly soaked in rose water and the sausage meat with almonds, currants, spices, orange-flower water. water and rose water were and with great favor in forms of cookery, from meat to finest cakes. Vanilla, today our favorite flavoring, was unknown until late in the eighteenth century. It was introduced to America by Thomas Jefferson, who brought beans back from France in mixed sugar, and Orange-tlower used freely almost all the probably some of the 1789. How to Make a Florentine Another curious example of this mixture of flavors comes from one of the oldest English cookbooks, pub- lished in 1683, which found its way to America. It is a variety of a Florentine, and esteemed a great delicacy. To make it “take the kid- ney of a Loin of Veal, or the wing of a Capon, or the leg of a Rabbit, mince any of these small with the kidney of a Loin of Mutton, if it be fat enough. Then season it with Cloves, Mace, Nutmegs, and Sugar, Cream, Currans, Eggs and Rose water; mingle these four together, and put them in a dish between two sheets of paste; then close it and cut the paste round by the brim of the dish; then cut it round- about like Virginal keys, turn up one and let the other lye; pinch it, bake it, scrape on sugar and serve it.”’ called meat ple not THE SATURDAY EVENING POST VITTLES AND VIANDS This same old cookbook contains a precept w hich deserves to be immortal- ized along with Mrs. First connection with roasting rabbits. cooks of 1683 are admonished in mak- ing a Pigg Pve to “ Flea your Pigg and cut it into preces ” There upon ° it with Pepper, Salt, Nutmeg, large Mace, lay into Cofl on store of Raisins of the Sun, and Cur- Glasse’s famous uttered in The eatch hare,” your season and your good rans, and fill it up with sweet butter, so close it, and serve it hot.” In the matter of sweets, our ances- tors’ tastes do not strike us as be ny quite so extraordinary. There were, of course, tarts In great variety. Next in choice, perhaps, came the syllabubs, the Quacking, or Quakeing, Puddings, according to the author's proclivities in spelling. Blane mange, the Creams, the Fools, whether of orange or lemon, or and the Trifles; not tansy, which was a sort of bread pudding made of various roost berr \ > to forget a cream, eggs, Naples biscuit and cur- rants, flavored with cinnamon, nut- meg, ginger and tansy, and colored according to the taste of the artist Fish Out of Water \ Syllabub Under the ( highly esteemed, although it must have Put ale ow Wiis involved a trip to the barnyard. a bottle of either red or white wine or eyder into a china bowl. Sweeten it with sugar and grate in some nutmeg, then hold it under the cow and milk into it till it has a fine froth at the top strew over it a handful of currants, clean washed and poe ked and plumped before the fire.”’ Jellies in a great variety were much favored. Here the colonial housewife was free to exercise her most romantic fancy in color, shape and flavor. Although colors were not to be con- veniently had in pellets or bottles, she was not dismayed. Spinach was used to produce a green jelly, saffron for a the wine produced a beautiful red, sirup of violets was to be had for purple. As vellow, juice of beet roots baked in as 1730 there appe ared a re 1p Ribband or ( hecker'd which the author is enormously proud early for Jelly of We may look askance at Gold Fish in Jelly or Hen’s Nest in Jelly, but two hundred vears ago the were the pride of the table Gold Fish in Jelly was indeed a dis} for an extraordinars occasiol lo make it, you “ filltwo orthree small fish molds with very strong blanc mange when cold, turn them out and gild the fish with leaf gold, let stand for one hour that the gold may dry on Have a mold. Put a little mold jelly at the bottom: when it is cold lay the gold fish in back downward, put in some jelly blood-warm to fasten them un their places. When it is cold fill the mold up with blood-warm jelly. The next day turn them all out into a dish and garnish with flowers or anything you faney.” Hasty pudding was a dish fre quently colonial home, and ar eaten In every old magazine gives amusing directiot as to the proper mannet of eating one “The hasty pudding being spread out equally ona plate, while hot. an erca in the middle of it with into which « ; ratio! Is made a spoon, reavatlion a piece of butter as large as a nutmeg is put and upon it a spoonful of brown sugar, etc. The butter, being soon heated by CHRISTMAS w GIFTS OF ENDURING USEFULNESS es cutlery is needed every home Good scissorsand shears and household knives give lasting satisfaction. It is a pleasure tot them and to keep on using them year after year. They are far more economical than cheap ones that must be constantly rej [here is no finer cutiery tha that produced by Remington. It is made of the best steel obtain able, correctly hardened and tem pered to take a sharp edge and hold it a long time As Christmas Gifts, the sets pi tured who takes prid her home. The scissors cut eveniy and smoothly will deligl iny woman from joint to px mts are of Kleanblade (stainless There is no seam in their hand some bakelite handles to collect dirt and germs You can buy them ets or singly at your dealer's. If he should not have them 1! och end his name with the price I we Wi see that you are supplied with the goods you want. Remington Cut lery Works, Bridgeport, Cont REMINGTON ARMS CO Originators of Ki inc, inbore Amm ion Remin ston, Ask your dealer to si Standard American Dollar u The Remington Pocket Kuif

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You can Belden So iseure 35 Ra 4 4 @ nw & WO \ Hammer the ft Rubber Plug. It won't break, yvoursel dic trouble - I son ipphan plugs! Those ld plugs of breakable material were a source of never ending an- novance to users of flat irons, toast- pe laters, radios, washing machine ! machines, elec- tric tool ind similar appliances. foday, the finer electric appliances come equipped with the Belden Soft Rubber Plug. ~The Plug Un- breakable for Things Electrical.” You can step on the Belden Soft Rubber Plug. It comes right back into shape. If vou want to avoid Units rupted service, see that ippliances you buy are with the Belden Soft Ru plug troubles, of uninter- the equip ved bber Plug new STANDARD EQUIPMENT on the following: 39 Washing Machines Medical Equipments Electrical Tools Refrigerators Paint Sproyers Business Machines Vacyum Cleaners 6 Floor Machines 2 Portable Saws 3 Grinders 44 Miscellaneous Machines t The f Two Plugs" douxr—that is to say the heat of the pudding, mixes with the sugar and forms a sauce, which, being confined in the excavation, occupies the i ! of the plate / “Thus for the array. Now for the battle! Dip each spoonful in the sauce hef eal ried to the being had in taking it up to begin on the outside and near the brim of the plate, and to approach the center by gradual advances, in order not to de- molish too soon the excavation W hich middle mouth, care efore iu is forms the reservoir of sauce.” perhaps, that our fa- American dish—ice cream— does not appear on any of the model menus, even in Mrs. Glasse’s cookbook It is curious, vorite of 1805. Ices were well known in France during the latter half of the eighteenth century, and Thomas Jef- ferson brought a recipe for making one from Paris in 1789. The first one that appears In print is ina cookbook pub- lished in Philadelphia in 1792, and the process recommended was very much like that employed in the vacuum freezer of today. A pewter basin con- taining a mixture of cream, eggs and sugar was set within a larger one and surrounded by ice. The contents were stirred at frequent intervals. The old recipe begins fearfully, with the vague gravity of the day: ‘Get a few pounds of ice, break it al- most to powder, throw a large handful of salt among it. You must prepare it in a part of the house where as little of the warm air comes as you can possibly contrive.”’ A Land of Cakes There were always cakes in abun- dance in the colonial pantry, although they may have been more bashful in making an appearance at the dinner table. Early in the century fruit cakes were the most popular, heavy with and rich with “‘currans and raisins of ye sun.”’ Long known as a “great cake” or “an excellent cake,” fruit cake was not so called until Vie- torian days. To us a “great cake” seems well named, as we read the ap- palling directions to “take a peck of floure and put to it ten eggs and mingle with ye floure two pound of fresh but- ter."” For state occasions there were likely to be Maids of Honour, Mack- roons, or perhaps Marchpane—a con- coction of almonds and sugar the cook directed to “‘beat together the space of an hour.” Christmas called for Shrewsbury cakes, Jumballs of varying well as Cullerd Gingerbread. century drew to a close, cakes of a lighter and more delicate character took the place of the hearty, spiced and flavored loaves. We find Jefferson introducing to America what is now a commonplace in every bakery—me- ringues—and it was he who brought from Paris our earliest rule for those twin sisters, Naples biscuit and biscuit spices was sorts, as As the de Savoy, a sort of orange-flavored sponge cake which came into very great vogue. Jefferson’s meringues may have been hyphenated, but they were none the less fragilely crisp when he directed his cook to take 12 blancs d’euf ‘les fouettes bien ferme ‘12 cueilleries de sucre en poudre ‘(put them by little and little into the whites of eggs) ** fou tter le tout ensemble * dresser les sur un papier avec un cueiller de bouche metter les dans un four bien , an oven after the THE SATURDAY EVENING POST bread is drawn out. You may leave them there as long as you please.” It must not be supposed that life was one long feast of neat’s tongues, ox palates, and ears variées, for our fore- fathers. It is no more surprising that their ideas of a delicacy should have been what they were, than that we should esteem white caviar or sweet- breads. These things did not compose the main part of a dinner, much less the diet as a whole. They were delica- cies provided for special occasions, and are described in an old cookbook as “pretty little Dishes for a Supper or side dishes, and little corner dishes for a great Table.’ The substantial dishes were legion, and not unlike such as we should have today. Perhaps the main difference was the greater amount of game that appeared on the table. Rabbits were prime favorites, and venison was certain to be served at every great occasion. Larks, plovers, woodcocks, partridges and wild ducks were everyday dishes. Other meats that might be encountered’ were “stewed neck or loyne of mutton, stewed breast of veale, stuffed legg of veale, a hash of veale, a neck of mutton with orringes, a roste legg of mutton, or a roste shoulder of mutton with blood.”’ It is amusing to note, as the century advanced, the growing international- ism in cookery, if one may so call it. By the time Mrs. Glasse issued the American edition of her cookbook she was able to introduce her readers to such novelties as “Spanish Fritters; Fricasey of Pigeon the Italian way; Beef Steaks after the French way; Hamburg Steaks; Sausages after the German way; Turkey stuffed the Ham- burg way; Chicken dressed the French way; a Calf’s Head after the Dutch way.” When we grudgingly and proudly pay two dollars a quart for strawber- ries at Christmastime, with a feeling that we have somehow achieved the ne plus ultra of human luxury, we do not realize that even in the eighteenth century the hothouse was busily pro- ducing out-of-season delicacies. In January there were asparagus and cu- cumbers, as well as green beans and peas and lettuce, along with green and white broccoli, which the year 1924 has been seeking to claim as its own discovery. There were also Portugal grapes. With March came fresh pine- apples, and in April strawberries, cherries, apricots and green goose- berries. A Visit to Virginia There has come down to us from that great gourmet, Thomas Jefferson, a very interesting document concern- ing the vegetables and fruits in com- mon use at his time. During the eight years of his presidency he kept a care- ful table of the earliest and latest appearance of thirty-seven varieties of vegetables. Berries and melons were also included, although he does not mention the ordinary fruits such as peaches, apples and plums. It may be something of a jolt to our twentieth- century complacency, to realize that at the presidential table there were served things we consider as exotic as arti- chokes and mushrooms, to say nothing of broccoli and endive. How bountiful were the victuals and viands at an early American dinner party, how generous the hospitality of bygene days, is well described by a young gentleman of New England, Henry Barnard, who fell a victim to December 6,1930 the charm of Shirley, one of the finest of the Virginia estates. ‘““When you wake in the morning, you are surprised to find that a servant has been in, and without disturbing you, built up a large fire, taken out your clothes and brushed them, and done the same with your boots, brought in hot water to shave, and indeed stands ready to do your bidding. As soon as you are dressed, you walk down into the dining room. At eight o’clock you take your seat at the breakfast table of rich mahogany; each plate standing separate on its own little cloth. Mr. Carter will sit at one end of the table and Mrs. Carter at the other. Mrs. C. will send you, by two little black boys, as fine a cup of coffee as you ever tasted, or a cup of tea—it is fash- ionable here to drink a cup of tea after coffee. Mr. Carter has a fine cold ham before him of the real Virginia flavor; this is all the meat you will get in the morning, but the servant will bring you hot muffins and corn-batter cakes every 2 minutes. You will find on the table, also, loaf wheat bread, hot and cold, corn bread.” An Early Dinner Party “After breakfast, visitors consult their pleasure. If they wish to ride, horses are ready at their command; read, there are books enough in the Library; write, fire and writing materials are ready in his room. The Master and Mistress of the House are not expected to enter- tain visitors till an hour or two before dinner, which is usually at 3. If com- pany has been invited to the dinner, they will begin to come about 1— Ladies in carriage and gentlemen horse- back. After making their toilet, the company amuse themselves in the par- lor. About a half hour before dinner, the gentlemen are invited out to take grog. When dinner is ready—and, by the way, Mrs. Carter has nothing to do with setting the table; an old family servant, who for 50 years has superin- tended that matter, does all that. Mr. Carter politely takes a Lady by the hand and leads the way into the dining room, and is followed by the rest, each Lady led by a gentleman. Mrs. C. is at one end of the table with a large dish of rich soup, and Mr. C. at the other, with asaddle of fine mutton; scattered round the table you may choose for yourself, ham, beef, turkey, ducks, eggs with greens, etc., etc.; for vegetables, pota- toes, beets, hominy. This last you will find always at dinner; it is made of their white corn and beans, and is a very fine dish. “After you have dined, there circu- lates a bottle of sparkling champagne. After that, off passes the things and the upper tablecloth, and upon that is placed the desert, consisting of fine plum pudding, tarts, ete., ete. After this comes ice cream, West India pre- serves, peaches preserved in brandy, etc. When you have eaten this, off goes the second tablecloth, and then upon the bare mahogany is set the figs, rais- ins and almonds, and before Mr.Carter is set 2 or 3 bottles of wine— Madeira, Port, and a sweet wine for the Ladies. He fills his glass and pushes them on; after the glasses are all filled, the gen- tlemen pledge their services to the Ladies, and down goes the wine; after the first and second glass the ladies re- tire and the gentlemen begin to circu- late the bottle pretty briskly. You are at liberty, however, to follow the Ladies as soon as you please, who, after musie and a little chitchat, prepare for their ride home.”’

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 117 lt May Not Be Safe to Predict, but em “Do you know,” asked the old gentleman, “that you are only just catching up with the public in this matter of aluminum?”

WO men were motoring along a country road “4 = Truck cranes with booms made of strong aluminum

in Pennsylvania. A motor truck with an alumi- : alloys are being used in construction work, while shop num body flashed by them. gnc . DI 8S T4 > cranes made entirely of strong aluminum alloys are help- “That reminds me, do you know all about the new : © F ing manufacturers things that are being made from strong aluminum alloys?” Railroads are beginning to experiment with strong “Yes, I keep pretty well posted,” replied his elderly cars made of aluminum are today speeding up and down asked the younger man. aluminum alloys for locomotive connecting rods. Section companion, one of the founders of the aluminum industry, N railroad lines now retired. Then he asked abruptly, “ But do you know S i Architects are beginning seriously to discuss the use that you are only just catching up with the public in this = : of aluminum strong alloys for many purposes in our sky 9 matter of aluminum? - scrapers. (Already aluminum is being used for radiators, The younger man looked incredulous. “Just catching ; shower partitions, doors, screens, fences, window frames, a ee “ bridges, and the like. It begins to look that way to me up?” he demanded. ““ Why it elevators, and decorative forms on skyscrapers and public ee ‘ This is, indeed, the curious predicament of the alumi- “Fact,” interrupted the other. “After young Charles : x buildings.) And it is entirely possible that some day, ; : ; num industry today! No one could have foreseen, 25 or Martin Hall had worked out his process of extracting as these great cloud-piercing structures go higher ; ; = ; a 30 years ago, that by the science of metallurgy ; aluminum from its ore by electricity, back in 1886, we and higher, their ; : aluminum would be made strong enough for started to make aluminum by the pound instead of by the ‘G upper framework of ; : : : building such things as armored trucks, railroad ‘ y ’ ounce. Right away everybody began to predict big things ; ~ S beams and girders may Ah : tank cars, motor bus bodies, trolley cars, and , @ “2 wt ; for this new metal that was only about a third as heavy as ; be of light strong alu , railroad coaches V4 ; iron or steel. j minum alloys “I remember, The Public Had Expected Miracles , We may, in fact, one he continued rem- : ; f. Ay day realize completely K NOWING nothing of the limitations of . / : iniscently, “‘that ; ; ordinary aluminum, the public had ex- the public’s rash early people began to dreams about aluminum pected miracles—-and the public was right, as it so often is in its expectations! Se / Tees, Zees, It was inevitable that the metallurgists va ~—e and Beams of should find a way to make this light metal 4 Aluminum more useful. And once the scientists had mas- T was faith in the Aluminum trains and trolleys will | soon be common in our cities alloys, it could be taken for granted that the aluminum and its own talk about alumi- num trolley cars, aluminum bridges, aluminum frame work for skyscrap- ‘ tered the art ¢f making aluminum strong broader usefulness of ers, aluminum rail- road coaches, and a lot of other things. a . We used to spend ; ‘ The public’s fancy of aluminum ‘ portation and building construction Massena, New York, for making large structural shapes skyscrapers may yet be realized. about half our time explaining why alu- engineers would make rapid progress in applying these trade-marked metal, Alcoa Aluminum, which led Alun “hard-boiled ”’ aluminum alloys to the problems of trans- num Company of America to da great plant at Trolley cars and railroad coaches with bodies made of aluminum strong alloys I-beams, H- , angle . ‘ . largely of aluminum strong alloys are in service today on channels, Tees, and Zees. These are standard size shapes, minum couldn't be used for such purposes. It wasn’t . P ; numerous roads up to ten inches in depth and eighty-five feet in lengt! merely because it was still too costly, but because the only ‘ : ; . ‘ Motor buses and motor trucks, tank trucks and trail- Already, though this plant has been completed less thar kind of aluminum we knew anything about then wasn’t . oe ers, with aluminum strong alloy bodies, are now speeding a year, it is daily turning out large quantitie strong enough for such heavy duty. . . along the country’s highways. shapes. And other mills and foun ‘‘Hard-Boiled’’ Aluminum Alloys pOneG qhast, CUPEEES fed ene tu . permanent mold, and die casti “AND then,” anticipated the younger man, “they SS these same aluminum strong a worked out these ‘hard-boiled’ aluminum alloys.” engineers and architects are turning “‘And then,” repeated the other, nodding assent, ‘‘the \) \ new services because they are so research men worked out the aluminum strong alloys. I light remember the development step by step, first the adding ’ It may not be safe to predict, even } of small quantities of certain other metals to aluminum use of aluminum in its many forms v while it was still in a molten state, and afterwards the 3 : But this much is certain. the entir heat-treating of the alloyed metal to make it tough. It try is on its toes—and th took a long time to complete the work, but when it was Ss many companies done, we had a metal as strong as structural steel—and —<—<$—_—_— meet the publi still aluminum-light. ““Now,” concluded the veteran with a quiet chuckle, i= = aluminum has only begut “‘you’re faced with the job of telling the public that it was . E = ALUMINUM COMPANY right after all about aluminum trolley cars and aluminum — of AMERICA: 2497 Oliver In a huge plant at Massena, N. Y., a giant ‘‘machine'’ ‘ rolls beams and channels of aluminum alloys as strong Building, PITTSBURGH, about aluminum framework for skyscrapers, and lift- as structural steel. PENNSYLVANIA, railroad coaches—and it may yet prove to have been right

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“Sauerkraut, latest member League of Rations“‘ says Mrs Christine Frederick Cents Worth of Sauerkraut Will Serve 4 to 6 Persons The Nat I Kr t Packers \ Clyde, Ohio octenenanenenennscnenensneneneenanen The National Kraut Packers’ Association THE SATURDAY along as sure as Saturday didn’t want iit to hear from a committee that OW met once a wee kK The Neighborhood was a_ builders’ bank Old Chan knew the building Being intimately acquainted with the risk, he could be prompt in according credit, even protligate, offering it to men who didn't want it. ** Ye'll have ’ know, or to call the Ye'll have o keep up your balance. vo’ asking hit oan and ve ‘d not like that to kee p 20) per ce nt” ‘Tl have a note due here today, Mr Bullen,” explained Jim. And ve're here to pay it, Jim? With what?” countered Jim, dan- approaching flippancy. He had learned long ago that a banker's money was to be spoken of in solemn accents, that humor was always un- grateful. But he could tell Old Chan nothing about conditions in the build- ing industry, and very little new about board ‘Il be the gverousl\ his own jobs Yo’ had a note for twenty-five thousand dollars due at the Combina- tion today, Jim.” They extended it.”” Humph. They're wise people, Jim, and vo’ can be guided by them It's not just an old carpenter like me is at the head of the Combination Well, want us to do with it?” SIUXts davs into the wh at do yo" That'll see me renting.” Into the last flurry. How're yo’ renting now, Jim Not so very vood Mr Bullen The tenants are holding off. waiting for rents to come dow! Well, they'll not—not in the new houses Not enough of them But don't outstay your marke t. Jim. Break Im time Mr. Bullen. I can't break the rents. If | can’t get the rents, | can’t borrow right on second mortgage - Ave murmured Old Chan out of vy acquaintance with the New York building industry, a bank- ing experience that might be limited in his half-century ts scope, but which was intimate and exact in its tield. “‘Second-mortgage money is well seared. And no wonder with all the houses they've had to take i 1 doubt that vo’ day at better than ZO per cent to cover could borrow to- on three years. Well. Jim, we'll see yo’ though I've not seen business as bad Your mother owns that bit of a house up in Westchester, through since "Q3. don't she, Jim? Get her name on the next note vo’ want renewed. Good luck, Jim. If vo’ keep working all the time, things’ll come out.” Mr. Bullen,” suggested Jim with elaborate casualness, ““why don't you take over that Combination note of mine? I'll put another note for twenty- five in here = No, let them have it,” Old Chan Well, in o eall it interposed case—ha-ha !—they Ye'll just have to take it up. Ye're not dealing with the old Neighborhood there, Jim: those branch managers got no discretion and just have to do as thev're told. No, let the Combination If it was ealled, and the money, | could to mv board, but I can wouldn't get it down on knees. The the banking today, Jim, everybody is trying to pass the buck and let the other fellow carry the load keep that note yo’ had recommend it tell vo’ not if | way it Is in to have now that vo’ rot my were EVENING POST BITTERSWEET (Continued from Page 23 Hold onto money, Jim; give your con- tractors more paper, particularly if they're not in the bank. If yo’ give cash, make them open an account here with it. All right, Jim; we'll see yo’ through as we have in the past.”’ Jim returned to the One Hundred and FRighty-first Street office to get his telephone calls before going to his new houses. He looked over the slips that Miss Rykell gave him and decided that they from seeking money and that he might leave them unanswered. But he lingered; he was depressed, frightened by the darkening business prospect, and in Miss Rykell’s were contractors eves Was encouragement. ‘Who was the chap you were giving your telephone number to?” he asked, pursuing a tradition of gallant raillery “Oh, now, Mr. Murtagh! Did you hear that? And it wasn't a boy friend either. I haven't any boy friend.” * Taking applications?”’ Jim’s tradi- tion of gallantry was obsolete, requir- ing a fleeing fair one, or one immured behind a grating installed by a reliable light and ornamental iron contractor. | can take your name,” said Miss Rvykell. ““What do they call you at Jim or Jimmy? Listen, do you live in that big house on St. Nicholas Avenue on the stoop when I am going by to my dinner—about a quarter to seven. Sometimes | go to the Hamilton Tav- ern on Amsterdam Avenue—they got a dandy and ftloor— when anybody takes me. Listen, Mr. Mur- ’ tagh, if | see vou tonight I’m going to home I generally see you standing orchestra give vou a wave It's a date,” said Jim, trying to force her to flee in alarmed propriety (nd vet it would be pleasant for a tired man to spend an business evening gazing into those limpid gray eves, watching the flashes so easily evoked from between those reddened lips, per- haps swaying in dance rhythms with that dainty form while listening inti- that could softly, ** Hel-lo, darling.”’ It would bea delicious surcease, a relief from bankers with their covert threats mately to a voles COO SO to forget a while. ‘Hm-m-m!"" coughed Miss Rykell. Miss Franklin had from his office: her glance crossed that of Miss Rykell, almost audible steely Miss Franklin’s round chin up, bringing out pure line of her throat vited comparison and disdained it. come with an and small, the her carriage in- ¢lash Was Mr. Higgins called up from the renting office on the job,” she an- nounced in a secretarial voice. ‘He had several prospects in and told them to back around eight this evening— between seven and eight—and you would see them.” “Mr. Higgins resentfully. ‘Mr. Higgins.” “Well, Miss Franklin better eall up Mr. Higgins and tell him for me " He shrugged his shoulders with an exasperated sigh Never mind: I'll tell him. I'll be there. I never saw such a season: it seems like a man’s got to be on the job day and night ia “And, Mr. Murtagh,” continued Miss Franklin, “hadn't we better get out the painting contract tonight? The painter wants to know by nine tomor- row morning.” ‘It’s after five Ill stay.”” Her gaze brooded medi- tatively on Miss Rykell: without hos- tilitv, without SaVs he come said so,” said Jim you now! recognition. ‘I even December 6, 1930 knew you'd have to stay and I ordered sandwiches up from the delicatessen, so you could go right from here to the job But don’t blame Mr. Higgins, Mr Murtagh: he said, ‘If he has no other engagement.””’ “Any builder,” grumbled Jim grievedly, “that has any other engage- ment these times than putting up and renting his houses — *He’d be overworked, Mr. Mur- tagh,”’ laughed Miss Franklin apprecia- tively. She returned to her desk, walk- ing slowly and with assured swaying at shoulder and hip as if the sixteen-dollar suit modiste’s latest creation and on dis- play under critical eyes. She dallied in the doorway of the office, drooping, curving, and looked sloping shoulder at Miss Rykell, very amiably. Being alone with Miss Franklin in the suite of offices whence all but them had departed was a trial to Mr. James J. Murtagh, of the Murtagh Construe- tion Company, of the Murtagh Build- ing & Engineering Co.; he was suscep- tible; he was twenty-nine. The only sensible thing to do, it occurred to him as he looked at the darting lines from her armpits to her waist, at her profile bent in nunlike reverence to the typewriter, was to make love to her, to sweep her into his arms, to kiss her and to kiss her; nothing but an ab- surd irrelevance called business delayed ag- grace, she wore was a over a as he looke d this proper and praiseworthy pro- cedure, Like a soldier W ho shudders under shellfire on a foreign soil whet common sense tells him to return at once to One Hundred and Twenty-tifth Street, all the natural and unspoiled impulses of Jim's healthy constitution told him to lay hold of Miss Franklin His voice fell at times of itself, and he diciated wooingly ; three coats of white, rubbed between coats, and a final coat of white enamel to be reduced, by rotten stone and water only. to an eggshell gloss.”’ Eggshell glass, Mr. Murtagh?” in- quired Miss Franklin in a voice to lay romance on its bier, without flowers: a cross, jeering and hateful voice Eggshell gloss, | said.”’ growled Jim, again severe and magisterial. The work was done by seven o'clock. “Th you home, Miss Franklin,” offered Jim. ** You live in the neighbor- hood, don’t you? It was his plain duty to see her home, as a gentleman. And he was a he'd tight anybody who said he wasn't. He'd see her to her doorway and into her se- cluded vestibule; he'd take her hand and press it, drawing her to him, say- ing. ““Goo-od night, Miss Franklin.” He'd into her brown and read her expression, as illuminated by the street light in the deserted thor- oughfare outside. She'd lift her head, tilting her chin, pouting her lips to say, *Goo-od night, Mr. Murtagh.” see gentleman look eves *TH—IT'Il see vou home, Miss Frank- lin.” “Don't bother. thanks,”” said Miss Franklin, sighing in prosaic fatigue. ‘A gentleman is waiting for me down- stairs. Good night, Mr. Murtagh.” And she was gone. She was inered- ibly but obviously gone. She had not merely gone but had gone to meet a gentleman waiting for her downstairs. Jim hovered at the window, looking wolfishly into the bright street. Hah! There was her gentleman—a dough- faced, buck-toothed, verminous young cur whom Jim could tie into a black (Continued on Page 120

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 119 Of, you wear glasses - or need to - read how these new Ful-vue frames improve your appearance THE TEMPLES AND HINGES ARE HIGH UP OUT OF THE WAY Men find the new Ful-vue particularly good looking and practical. HE principal difference between the new Ful-vue frame and old-style glasses is the fact that Ful-vue See how the end piece or hinge has been lifted uj . ; ; ; ; oe 7 ss r out tl way im th meu’, patented [ui-t1 temples’ or “‘bows"’ are lifted up high, out of the © oe patented Fal-ven alee ; frame. This helps you to see more comfortabl) way. Look at the two portraits on this page. See how ior ‘ : : : Another ti ing: the construction of Ful-vue gla much better looking these new glasses are ‘ ' prevents them from slipping down on your n But beautv isn't all. Ful-vue glasses are much more practical than old-fashioned styles. Because the hinges have been lifted high up out of the way, you see better when you glance to the side. The diagram at the right fully explains this remarkable Ful-vue improvement Ful-vue has a new “‘becomingness”™ all its own, because the “temples” or “bows” run straight back from near the top of the lenses to the top of the ears HAVE YOUR EYES EXAMINED EVERY YEAR These new, sensible ‘streamlines’ add much to the NEW FUL-VUE ...OLD STYLE ves ' ery AMERICAN FUL-V FRAMES FOR OPTICAL YOUR GLASSES

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121 THE SATURDAY a BOON ] he Original Fan-Equipped Hot Water Automobile Heater y Ti th S t h | For Full li lood of Heat ‘ ’ , } yi For Moderate Warmth nd rT a No Heat — Instantly vinter we ather 1as no terrors now that cars are as Comtorta re as homes. V I I I I [roy Aire has turned limousines into living rooms. The small car is a € cottage, warm and cory Exclusive with Tropic Aire! The 2 Way Switch— positive heat control right on your instrument board. Heat variation to suit any kind of weather xclusive with Tropic-Aire—and patented! The Biplane Deflector, in f I I | \ 1 + tent t stantly ad} istable to throw a current of warm pure air up, down, right or lett at Ww I] y | pi Aire will outlast your car. Motor and tan are the finest av ailable for this purpose. Sturdy construction; copper tubular-t pe radiator core; att root installation mounting; artistic design; handsome chromium finish. 5 Youll never know real winter driving comtort until you ve had a * Tropic Aire installed in your car. Dealers every where display Tropic-Aire models to suit all cars. Ask for demonstration. De scriptive literature sent upon request. rROPIC-AIRE, Inc. {9 Eleventh Avenue, N. I Minneay Minn S In iB S:..1 to - 52A Si W pes The New Rea: ¥ Compartment Heater ; Installed back of frontseat rin front of rear seat i periect heating plant for Town Car, Taxicabs, the larger Coaches or Sedans Inde pe nadent or Operates in Limousine, unison with front he iter EVENING POST (Continued from Page 118 knot and longed to. There was Miss Franklin. How would she—would she She would. She had. They were go- and his arm was about her. A wave of bitterness swept Jim. He was all through with Miss Franklin. He cold, iey, calm and_ collected. Pshaw, what had been the matter with him? But it was all over now. He was ing off Was business. So—his own hard-headed self again, all poppycock Miss Franklin banished forever, ironical, amused at his past weakness—he took his way to his Washington Avenue jobs. His blighted sentiment for Miss Franklin to him as a folly of a man’s de- parted vouth. about wis “How mister?” much you asking for 3-B, inquired the prospect in sum- mer furs, edging up close to Jim Mur- tagh and standing sideways to him, in a strategic posture to block or lead for the chin. *3-B, ma’am,” said Jim, consulting schedule. ‘“‘That’s the five-room front on the third floor. The rental of that fifteen hundred a his apartment is veal = ‘That's what you're asking for the appoppment,” said the lady. ‘‘And, what'll y’ take?” ‘Fifteen hundred.” “W'a-at? Fifteen hun’red for five rooms up on Washington Avenoo? ‘ Hey, * She gesticulated ener- getically to a lady sitting in a high- powered car at the eurb, and the lady so called descended and entered the shanty that was the renting office of the Murtagh Building & Engineering Co. “Sadie, vy’ know what they’re ask- ing for that appoppment? Fifteen hun’red dollars.” *W'a-at!"’ bleated Sadie. Listen, mister,”’ said the first lady. ‘We just come from West End Avenoo, where all our friends are living, and we the most bee-yootiful five-room appoppment we ever seen in all our life, and it was only twelve hun’red and fifty. With free gas. It was something mag-nificent! They had a glass door on the shower. What am I saying, they had a glass door on the shower; they had two lights on the medicine chest in the bathroom! And _ the Sadie, what rooms!” “What rooms!” screamed Sadie. “Now, young man,” said the pros- pect, tapping with a bediamonded finger on Jim’s stomach, “you're only the agent, ain’t it? Well, to you I tell something: I the owner of this house. What am I saying, I know the owner of this house. I’m very intimate with him! So is my husband, very in- timate with him.” I'm the “Oh, young man now Sadie! seen rooms— know owner, ma‘’am,”’ said Jim. the owner—such a ’ Then we I'll give vou twelve you're can talk busi- hun’red and fiftv dollars for that appoppment; take ness. it or leave it. And | don’t have to move: you wait till my landlord hears about me moving. Sa-ay! I’m the I don’t know nobody in the house, I don't speak to nobody. | wouldn't tell nobody cut the rent for me. | mind my own But such a good tenant you best tenant in the house. vou business, got to make a concession for, ain't it? I'm not the kind of tenants comes in and screws you down on the rent and dirties up the whole appoppment, and then moves out in June and gets free rent somewheres else all summer. You ask Sadie; she'll tell you.” “She's the best tenant,” said Sadie, pounding on the other side of Jim's December 6,19350 stomach, “‘ever was in a house. You wouldn't know she there! You wouldn't hear a word from her, only the was rent. If the elevator don’t run—well, the walking is good. If somebody upstairs lets the tub run over and brings down the ceiling—crash!—on her head— well, an accident is an acci- dent, ain’t it? Grab her quick, young man, is my advice to you.”’ “Free rent till October course,”’ said the prospect. “Ruthie, for why you ask the young man that? Everybody knows it is free rent till October first, of course! And two months every summer you could always have. What’s the difference? The appoppment would be vacant in the summer anyways.” ‘Sadie, am I a fool I should ask the young man could | have free rent in the summer, when | am not there? Of eourse.”’ “Of course!”’ protested Sadie. ‘* Am I saying he wouldn't give it? Of course!” “The rent of that apartment, ma’am,” said Jim, getting in a hasty word, ‘is fifteen hundred dollars. And no free rent in the summertime.” * W'a-at!"’ wailed both ladies in uni- “Down on West End Avenoo, young man, where tenants like Ruthie first, of son. get consideration,”” said Sadie, ‘‘we seen the most sumptuous five-room appoppment—call me a liar, young man, if it ain’t the truth!—for only seventeen hun'red and fifty dollars. Well, that was West End Avenoo, ain't it? For only 2 “Sadie, don't talk erazy. It twelve hun’red and fifty dollars! “Well, Ruthie, what I mean it was seventeen hun'red and fifty on the but with a four months’ con- cession.” “Might it hun’red and fifty on the lease,” conceded her friend. *‘We're not calling you a liar, Sadie. But all I would have to pay is twelve hun’red and fifty. May I never see my children again.” “How children, asked Jim. “Just four sweet little children, and so quiet I don’t know they're alive. Roller skating on the floors? Not in my appoppment. ‘Go by the street if you want roller skating,’ I would tell them. Throwing bags of water out the window onto the people? Ringing the elevator bell and hollering ‘Coon! Coon!’ at the elevator boy? They wouldn't know about such busi- ness if they wouldn't seen other bad children.” “Six in family,”’ said Jim. “Well, there’s Uncle Jake and Aunt Susie, and Uncle Irving, and Unele Mortimer, and the old poppa, and Mr. Suss and Mr. Sauer that’s just like one of the family. And then there’s my husband. I guess my husband could live in the appoppment, couldn't he? Tell me if he can’t, young man.” “Well, Ruthie, the young man knows somebody got to live in the appopp- ment. For why you are taking it? Of 999 course was lease, was seventeen many ma’am?”’ Coon! “Of cou-u-rse!’’ chanted the pros- pect. ‘I’m only answering the young man, ain't it? Somebody got to live in the appoppment.”’ ‘Let’s get something settled!” shouted Jim, drowning the clamor. “The rent is fifteen hundred dollars! Is that agreeable?” ‘I wouldn't give a cent more than twelve fifty if I was to die on the spot. Well, | wouldn't give more than twelve seventy-five. You won't take it? ... Come on, Sadie; don’t let’s lose more (Continued on Page 123)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST a oe? ’ a > A F oo When Father starts coughing the family is in for trouble erhaps you have never considered careless coughing as a cause of contagion - that might disrupt the health and happiness 3 » 5 of your family. | a “3 ty ; ie Yet Medical Science says that one person suffering from a cold can quickly transmit the x% Ay ' ailment to every other member of the house- ~~ Y ' ’ hold (often with serious results) merely by ‘a bey ts. - coughing. ACY ' If you have a cold there is no reason why you *'No, Bob, she can’t go out tonight —mnot with that cold. I'm sorry.”’ should let it get beyond your control. And j A - dinner-dance engagement is broken because a careless cough had spread there is less reason why you should pass it on to others. Take Luden’s for Quick Relief, The Menthol = : . " Action in Luden’s has a way of quickly sooth- Sp “a ing and cooling the throat and nose tissues. It acts as a depressant to the tiny nerve ends that cause the irritation, and relief comes — in ten seconds. You'll be helped the moment you put a Luden’s into the mouth and breathe in the delightful, cooling vapors that are instantly released. = a : , Pe - ; i tests near—iessons t he done —and D re thy sent I mé to take care Keep a package of Luden’s handy at the office. Of ai ld. ) never Can Leli UWPDal Als mfort Careiess CONLPING Uli CANS. Carry a package home with you. You can get Luden’s everywhere—in the familiar yellow package—S¢. (In Canada, 10¢.) LUDEN’S .... ve F| \LUDEN'S / € | coug /; ing iG“) Menthol §¢ - —__-——_— or COUGH DROPS. fk > in fen hh ee - : - - rrr - > For weeks Jack had been after this interview. Almost . ~v had himself signed up. Then—that infernal sneez- — ing’... all because of Father's careless coughing. 2. £. 2.8 od s

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(Continued from Page 120 time here. You'll find out, young man! | will come back in October and you will ask me a thousand dollars for that appoppment, and | won't take it. You'll go busted.” ‘You'll go busted!” promised Sadie. “Just a moment, ladies,’ said Jim, thinking uncomfortably of the bald and agreeable young man in the man- ager’s chair at the Combination Bank. “Til give you just the same apartment in our other house down the block for thirteen hundred. It’s the same apart- ment—same floor plan, same every- thing. But there’s a certain reason why we want to rent that house up quick, so Il can make you the price.” ” “Well, if it’s the same appoppment we'll take it. We might drive a bar- gain, but we're business people and we keep our word. Twelve hun’red and fifty dollars, and two months’ conces- sion every summer, and ‘i “No!” im * You ain't got to holler, young man. Can't we even talk to you? Who are you, may I presume to ask? Oh, shat opp. Sadie, go down the street and look at that appoppment while | make the application. . . . Five dollars deposit, young man? W'a-at?

Twenty-five dollars! I never Oh, what's the use of talking to him, Sadie? It’s like talking to yourself; you say something, but you don’t hear nothing. Go on, Sadie! You'll be say- ing afterward you didn’t see the ap- poppment and you wouldn't want to pay your half of the rent. What's that, young man? Well, certainly Sadie and the family is coming to live with us. Somebody got to live in the appoppment, ain't it?” The apartment house of the Murtagh Construction Company rented rapidly at the reduced rates, and not all the lessees, nor the majority, were as diffi- cult as the ladies who took jointly (partment 3-B; twenty of the apart- ments were rented within the two weeks allotted to Jim by Mr. Betts, and the leasing of the four others was

assured. The house of the Murtagh Building & Engineering Company did not rent; it came to moving day — October first- with only five apartments taken out of the twenty-four. Before the two weeks given him by the Combination Bank were up, Jim was dealing with a second-mortgage shark, a snapper-off of builders’ profits. o Jim was sitting across a desk from the shark in a spacious and quiet office on Forty-second Street and fearfully con- yawning maw. The shark’s name was Douglas Gutz; in another and character he was a philanthropist and humanitarian, and then building model apartments for poor people on the lower East Side out of the results of his previous snapping. Some people said that his talk of philanthropy guff, and that building model apart- ments to rent at twelve dollars a room month money; they would angry with him if they knew that it wasn't. He was a middle-aged Amer- templating his irrelevant was even was all made his more how he have per was been ican gentleman, courteous, untechni- eal, unyielding when his catch was sought to be snatched from him. His light gray eyes—true shark’s eyes contemplated Jim Murtagh with the amiability of appetite promised a meal. “About 25 per cent net for three years, Mr. Murtagh,” said Mr. Gutz. “Net?” echoed Jim. “Net,” repeated Mr. Gutz; and he struck a match and held it to Jim's

shaking cigarette. “*Ho, hum! Pardon me. | can tell you what the money will cost you. On a mortgage of thirty-five thousand dollars the 25 per cent will be eight thousand, seven hundred and fiftv. Now for the expenses! Your mortgage tax is one hundred and seventy-five dollars, and thirty-five dollars for the bond. Thelegal charges title policy and my lawyer's fees—will be 2 per cent, or seven hundred dollars. There is no broker to be paid, | believe? The expense then is nine hundred and ten dollars; making a total cost to you of nine thousand six hundred and sixty dollars.” “How thirty-five thousand dollars “The difference. You give me a mortgage of thirty-five thousand dol- lars at 6 per cent for three years and | give you a check for twenty-five thou- sand, three hundred and forty dollars.’ “Is that all, Mr. Gutz?”’ protested Jim hoarsely. *1—think—so,” chanted Mr. Gutz, checking his figures. *‘ But, no!"’ he ex- claimed cheeringly. ‘““My error, Mr. Murtagh; I left out the mortgage re- cording fee of seven dollars and a half, to be paid by you. That's seven and a half more off your net check. Thank you.” The veins swelled in Jim's thick neck much do I get out of that he shoved back his chair It's a darned robbery !"" he rumbled. ‘Pardon me, Mr. Murtagh? I don't like that language.” “Well, you're hearing it! I came here to borrow money, not to have my leg taken off. This is not money lending: it’s usury!” Mr. Gutz’s contracted; he pushed a button on his desk, summon- ing a elerk, and snapped his fingers. eves “Show Mr. Murtagh out. Good day, Mr. Murtagh.” “Well, now, Mr. Gutz,” said Jim, choking himself down, to get excited, do you? you don’t need I'm here to talk business, and you don’t have to get ex- cited! I didn’t say | wouldn't take the loan, did 1?” Mr. Gutz pouted his lips, frowned at Jim and shrugged his excellently tailored shoulders. “Sit down,” he snapped. “Mr. Murtagh, you're a young man and of honest reputation, and | won't let you make a fool of yourself. You have the popular and thoughtless preju- dice against money lending, a prejudice that’s encouraged by a type of law- maker that is as ignorant of business as of government. Instead of encouraging people to lend money and assuring them that they'll get it back, they threaten the money lender with for- feiture; and that’s one reason why you have to pay 25 per cent bonus for this loan. These politicians even put the Government in the business of lending money, competing with the private lender they can drive the private lender out of business, and we'll see if the people like the result Miss Duganne! Make out a commitment for Mr. Murtagh on that Washington Avenue house And now about something else,”’ said Mr. Gutz, cor- dially, when thecommitment wassigned and delivered. “You have a nice pent house apartment on Mr. Murtagh: it would do for my daughter, who's newly married. How much do Vou! roof, you want for it?” ‘Twenty-two hundred and fifty dol- lars,’ said Jim decisively ‘For four rooms on Washington Avenue?” exclaimed Mr. Gutz. ** Why, that’s sheer extortion! Pardon me, but it is.” “It’s the price, Mr. Gutz.” “You could rent it cheaper.” THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ‘But | Never mind cost; | ean get that price “Then | have to pay it discontented] won t what daughter’ ll g! imbled Mr. Gut But it’s bery all the same; pardon me. That's the kind of thing is going to put vou SUP Pose i sheer rob speculative builders out of busine I'm putting up a block of apartment downtown right now to rent helnw ths market, and | can tell vou of a doze similar projects. We'll put the screw on you speculative builders “Put us out of business, will vou chuckled Jim: merry. now that he had his loan And who will vou lend vou second-mortgage money to then at 25 percent? Mr a good fellow and lower rents CGiutz, if vou want to be Vou cul do it by lending your money cheaper Some of you philanthropists give me a swift pain. Where do you get the money you're so good and charitable with? By serewing and gouging in your own lire “Clever, but shallow, Mr said Mr. Guty Murtagh shaking hands Jim went up to the Washington Heights branch of the Bank to report “Glad to hear it, Mr said the amiable young manager. ‘ Combination Murtagh,” And you are to get the money in one week? I'l put the note over for that period then, since the sight. | congratulate and trust that you will become one of the most valued clients of the bank.” Mr. Betts,” said Jim, smiling grimly, “if you want to see a client of the bank, valued or not me now: I ean tell vou that in another week | will be through with the Combination money you on your Ss in SUCCESS take a look at because You foreed me to throw away my profit so vou could get your money in.’ “Oh, | wouldn't look at it from that angle,” said Mr. Betts largely It would be better to sav that we called our money im to obliwe vou to throw away hope of an impossible protit. The committee Oh. ves, the committee! “The committee,” repeated Mr Betts, knocking the ash from his cigar ‘takes a general view of business cor ditions The member perceive that trade is stagnating; and they think, | imagine, that the likeliest way to re vive it is to lower the price level ten porarily. Don't quote me, please, but that is how | interpret my instruction to press for the pavinent of all our loans, to induce our clients to liquidate and thus generally thaw out credits. | have not been told to send notes gen erally to protest that would be quick disaster instead of slow deatt Oho! You didn't tell me that. Mr Betts. You told me | had to pa t! note in two weeks!” And you have arranged to pa bowed the manager ple: sed lado think vou'll regret it But the Combination business means anything ed starting up There's your rene note Good day, and good-b His blessed committee,” he gritted striding along upper St. Nicholas Ave nue toward his office decide f ‘ that I am to throw awa mont work: and now he tells me he going to close down on me hat’s the new banking! 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(Continued from Page 123 “Murtagh. But it wasn't for me: it was a little present I'm giving a friend of mine on the occasion of an anni- versary. Silver name plate on it— ‘Channing Bulien.’”’ “Ah, ves. Another few weeks, Mr. Murtagh. It order, wasn tit? We're having it made up. It will be ready.” He stalked into the One Hundred and Eighty-first Street office. ‘Where's Miss Franklin?” “She just went out with her boy friend, Mr. Murtagh,’ said Miss Ry- kell. And she added, ** His name is T. Tuthill Lamar.” ** His name is what?” rude incredulity. “That's his name,” said Miss Ry- kell conscientiously, “‘but what calls him is Tootems.” **She would!” exclaimed Jim heart- ily, if pointlessly. was a special asked Jim with she Came October, and melancholy days for the New York builder who had not improved the summertime, whose house looked down on him with a va- eant stare. There was still a trickle of lookers, but they were mostly of the wariest, shy birds, with hearts of stone for a builder’s necessities. The house of the Murtagh Construe- tion Company was running full and showed some 8 per cent net on what of his own money Jim had invested in it; this promised no profit on a sale. Nor could Jim spend the 8 per cent; it had to be accumulated to meet the ex- penses of the other house—that of the Murtagh Building & Engineering Co. On the latter house Jim could count with certainty on a loss of fifteen thou- sand dollars during the ensuing year and until the renting season returned. And then the renting, in a house with the bloom rubbed off, might be worse. * Ye'll need another ten thousand to carry you into next year, Jim,” said Old Chan; and he moaned softly. “Too bad yo’ didn’t take my advice and break your rents in time.”’ “| thought they'd rent, Mr. Bullen.” *“Ave. Yo’ didn't allow enough for general conditions, Jim. We're getting a turn now, and business will soon be good as ever, but it’s too late. Too bad yo’ didn't be guided more by the Com- bination Bank. Yo’ paid them off, didn’t you?” “Ves.” Yo’ had a note due here, too, Jim. And your name was on both notes.” “That's true, Mr. Bullen,” said Jim, frowning studiously, “but the names of both my building companies weren't on both If the Combination sent my note to judgment, it wouldn't lien on both until they took supplementary proceedings and got my stock, and that would take time. And all I wanted was time!” * Well, vo've had it,”’ said Old Chan dryly. “What are we going to do with you, Jim?” “Give me that further ten thousand dollars.” ‘I suppose we'll have to through. We'll want the names of both your companies on all your paper. And we'll take a blanket mortgage on both collateral. And we'll have vour own name and your mother’s. And vo’ better deposit the stock in both houses with us.”” He meditated. * Anything else, Mr. Bullen?” “Yes, Jim. Get busy and sell that house that’s rented up. Yo’ ought to be able to get your money out of it— what vo’ have in it over the mortgages. sring it here and deposit it. Or we'll suve yo’ the trouble; since we'll have notes. be a houses—not see you houses as the stock, yo’ can tell us when to sell the house. Don't wait for us to tell you, Jim.” He rose and shook hands Ye're looking a bit thin, Jim, after the sum- mer. Keeping well?” “Oh, fine, Mr. Bullen.” *How’s mother?” “Oh, fine, fine! “Take care of your health, Jim,” said the old banker paternally. ‘It's the best thing you have.” “And about all | Jim, leaving the Ne ith be ‘You've got the He reéntered his car, Washington Avenue he was now to have only a reversionary interest, and thence to the One Hun- dred and Eighty-first Street office. “Good night, Mr. Murtagh,” said Miss Franklin to him at five o'clock. “Stay a bit.” he still preoecupied at his desk. He rose at last, looked out into the deserted suite, and spoke his farewell to his office force: ** Miss Franklin, you know as much about my business as | you know the re's mue h chance of my being busy this winter.” Miss Franklin glanced at him hur- riedly and then bent over her notebook, drawing meaningless yreat care. “That is, not until I sell something and get loosened up. So, I don't sup- pose there’s any sense in keeping you around here.” She was silent and attentive. “So we'll have to part You'll have to find another position, Miss Franklin. I certainly hope you find a dandy position, Miss Franklin, because you've certainly been a won- derful help to me. Well, more for you to do here, so there’s no sense in bringing you back again when you want to look around. So your two weeks, and good-by, Franklin.” She put the money into her purse, waited, rose and faced him with her hands on the chair behind her. She was pale, and her brown eyes were wide and still, as any girl’s might be who had just got the sack in very hard times. “Is that all, Mr. Murtagh?” “Why, ves; that’s all, Miss Frank- lin.” She put on her hat and coat and walked to the doorway She hesitated and looked methodically about the office. *‘ You sure there’s nothing else, have,”’ muttered hood Bank. rest!” to his which drove houses, in said short ly . do, so not lines in it with company. there's no here *s Miss Mr. Murtagh? I could come back.” “No,” said Jim, studying. “I guess everything is in shape.” *“Then—good-by, Mr. Murtagh.” She was going. She was walking right out on him like that Same as always—frozen face. And she wasn’t coming back. Oh, she was, She was gone! was she? Like that? “Miss Franklin!” he cried bully- ingly. He swaggered to the stair head There she was, down there: and there was that odious shrimp with the in- grown face and the double-shuffle name that met her every night and and kissed her. He'd be kissed. He'd be kissed in a second, and good and proper. Jim was down the stairs and had seized Mr. T. Tuthill Lamar by the shoulder. He hurled that unlucky youth up against the wall while his other arm swept Miss Franklin aside * You keep back,” he growled. ** This is between us two gentlemen.” His sneering face was thrust into T. Tut- hill’s. ** 1 can lick you,” announced Mr. James J. Murtagh, of the Murtagh THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Construction Company, of the Mur- tagh Building & Engineering Co l mean, | ean lick vou! | ean lick your whole family. I can lick all the cops you know!” What is thi T. Tuthill ‘gasped the alarmed \ nut d | do to vou? Never mind what vou did: I don’t like you I don’t like you, that’s all. | never did like you!”’ You leave Tootems alone!” cried Miss Franklin, tugging at his arm. Jim turned to re pel this interference, where- T. Tuthill Lamar and sprang into the street upon wrirgled loose rp ' lootems Run, Miss Franklin. “Geta polis man! He's gone ' implore d Yes I'm cra And | want to talk agreed Jim sol- driven me cra Get in that ear.” | won't get in the car with a crazy man.” His arm swept around, snatching her from her feet | said,” he gritted, stalking across the sidewalk, “get in that ear!" I'll get in the ear You'll get in.” | mm in Hlow dare finger on me? If you . emnly\ you've to vou vetting you lay a Get in! Hun- Street, picking The car was rolling along One dred and FEightv-first up speed It passed T. Tuthill Lamar, who pointed excitedly, jerking at the blue-coated sleeve of the officer beside him. “Yah! Jim with the exultation of despair. All was over with him now, and he didn’t care. All he eared about was to show her that she couldn't walk out on him like that Where are you taking me to? “Nowhere! ‘You stop this car instantly and let me out, or a “Or what? You move I'll send the car down on the tracks! It was not a threat to be disregarded baw led to get out and when made by a frantic driver. They were whirling along Riverside Drive, and beside them was a steep incline with a fall of a hundred feet to the tracks of the New York Central * Thought you'd make a fool out of me, eh a You watch vour driving. Oh, heavens!” Putting me off! Laughing at me! And you knew all: the time I was just You knew for you 1 was in love Ta vith you. Didn't you? Didn't you? Look at me!” You—watch—vyour—driving! “And then you drive me to—you drive me to \ gust of self-pity swept him, quenching his rage. He suddenly felt feeble, ineffective, put upon, ruined bya heartless woman. He slowed the car to a halt the footpath “Get broken voice “Get here * retorted Miss Wi- nona Franklin indignantls from nowhere ; His shoulders stopping it by out,” he said in a out Two miles whee were over the they were shaking He yas a broken man. “Get out and go away he whis- pered huskaily Leave me alone | hope | never see you agai ; “Jim,” said M Franklin, proud and glad. 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Statuary Bronze finish, $65 ore than fifty patterns to select from for office orice range $5. to $95. Made in at «+ xd home c 2 harmonize with any decoration. Don't be deceived by similar appearance for rea! eye-protection and enduring service demand genuine Emeralite. Sold bydeportment stores, office supply ond electrical dealers lIlustrated booklet on request H. G. McFADDIN & CO., New Display Rooms—40 Warren St., Established 1874 E DMERALITE KIND TO EYES Inc. N. Y. THE SATURDAY Pudge,’ repeated Jim. “Pudge. Pretty, isn’t it?” ‘The way you say it. Everybody in the family —— Tootems is my half brother. We eall him Tootems.” ‘And he looks like Tootems. But don't mean that. I bet he’s a corking chap. I’m going to like him. I knew I w to like him soon’s I saw him: he has something about him. I— I like the way he wears his handkerchief in his breast pocket. Notice?” “Oh, Tootems is always smart; to go out with Tootems. Sia should I go to the office in the morning, as usual? Oh, I won't be able to look you in the face.” You'll just have to get that Come on in.” Jim, could we afford a ring?’ ‘I'll say we ean afford a ring. We can go in hock for it, and go in big. I’m going to get you one of these diamonds that looks like a piece of glass.” ‘Marquise,”’ she said delightedly. as going like Jim, over MISTER NOODLE Six golden months have passed since Cuic Kitey met Bosse and Berry, the Loop-A-Loop SIsTeERS—szzr golden months for them, thanks to that inscru- table providence whose special depart- ment is trave ling acquaintances. From a compartment toa hotel suite, to a fur- ished apartme ntinthe West Seventies, toa penthouse high over the East River sounds like fast work, but BOBBIE ts a fast and Cuic Kivey, rich and famous though he may be, ts only with worker, a country hoy at heart. reeking sentiment and smelling of apples. Seven P.M, Bopsie: Poke the fire a bit, Meadows. Berry: up Aye, aye, sir. Soppie: Where the devil think you are? On a yacht? Berry: We will be if your luck holds But this can’t last. I know what's going to happen. The alarm will ring and we'll wake up, two in a bed, in a hotel on Wabash Avenue, with the L squealing outside the window. Bosse: Don't you believe it. Chic is good for plenty of this, bless his silly old heart. do you out. Eight P.M. Well, faney Bubkiss. SOBBIE: here, Mr. our little hut? Bupkiss: Chic sent me up. I just got into town, and called him and said, ‘What are you doing?” And he said, ‘I'm having a little party tonight, to celebrate,’ and I said, “To celebrate what?" And he said, **Come and see.”’ So I came. Bospre: And to the right place. Take off the imitation furs and park a while. BUBKISS: What's that? Bosse: That's the East River, and over there is Long Island. And down there is Brooklyn, but don’t tell any- body. And away up there is Hell Gate. And here comes Betty. Remember? Berry: Well, well, if it ain’t Wishy- Washing, the Good-Wish Fairy. How’s all the books good for children? Buskiss: Look; I brought you a copy of Wishy-Washy. It’s a big hit. Bonnie: Take it quick and hide it, Betty, before he tries to read it to us. Bupskiss: Where’s Chic? Isn’t he here? Bonsre: Don't worry. like him at the door. meeting you How did you find Oh-h! What a view! That sounds EVENING POST ‘But like that?” ‘Well, Jim, | wasn't going to marry you, and I liked you in another way and wanted to help you, and if I wasn’t going to marry you, you certainly had no time for fooling. You just had to keep your mind on business all the time.” “Well, I guess I'll pull through. Will I pull through? I'll get through if I got to go down and lick the whole blamed credit committee of the Combination Bank.” “What have you Combination Bank they hadn't made house —— ‘Eh?” They were traveling south- ward again and had turned into St. Nicholas Avenue before he spoke: ‘Well, there’s something in that. If they hadn’t crowded me for their money last July, I'd have two vacant houses on my hands now, and wouldn't listen. Why were you wainst the Jim? If that got people, you rent up (Continued from Page 47) ‘nic: Hello, baby! Did Bubkiss get here? a : Bub kiss is here already. ‘nic: Where's Betty? ... Gosh, I’m tired Bossier: Showing the roof terrace to Bubkiss. Here, let me mix you a tall, stiff one. Do you good. Did him make a lot of Mister Noodle today? Cuic: I’m all in. Big movie con- ference today. Lunch at the Astor. Big shot. Bosse: Stretch out couch and tell me all about it. so much racket, you two. Betry: Booby telling me a peach. You don’t mind me ealling you Booby, do you? Just a pet name. ... Listen, Chic, did you ever hear the one about the eel with the baby-blue the not here on Hey, was = ‘Hic: No. Bi rry: | bet Booby never read that one in his Woogie books for children. BuBKISs: Oogie Here’s look- ing at you. Well, well, this is the life. Chieago ain't nothing like this, eh, Chic? Certainly does a fellow good to come down here and kick up his heels every once in a while. But I sure don’t see how you ean stand it night after night. I always say New York is all right to visit, but I’d hate to live here. , Bossier: Don’t Chie is all in. Bupkiss: I'm going to get into the movie game. Movie for children. Got lots of material. Take Wisuy-Wasny, rHE Goop-Wisn Fairy. Wonderful movie in that. ... Here, give me that book, Betty. Listen —— Bospie: Have a heart. Buskiss: ‘Once upon a time a funny little man was walking down a funny little road, and he met a funny little fairy. ‘ Hello, funny little fairy,’ said the funny little man. ‘Hello, funny little man,’ said the funny little fairy. ‘What is your funny little name, funny little fairy?’ said the funny little man. ‘My funny little name, funny little man,’ said the funny little fairy, ‘is Wishy- Washy, the Good-Wish Fairy.’” Cuic: All right, all right. BuBKISss (warming up): ““‘So you're funny little Wishy-Washy, the funny little fish fairy,’ said the wunny wittle man.”’ Bossie: Can't somebody thing about this? Hello, Chie. talk loud. Poor do some- December 6,1930 that be the beautiful flop? Maybe that committee knew something, eh? : Just a minute; I got to get out here.” He entered the specialty shop. * You got that humidor ready yet?” “Waiting here for a month, Mr. Murtagh. Here you are! Rather nice, isn’t it?” “Slick job,” conceded Jim, staring at the dark-brown-and-silver box. “Very—nice. But, say, | thought of something just now. This is a little present, and —— You can rub out that name ‘Channing Bullen’ there, can’t you? Well, tomorrow’ll be soon enough. Rub it off and write in the name‘ Mr. Betts.” ‘Mr. Betts?” Call the snoozer up and ask him his name: I know I won't like it, so don’t tell me what it is. Write it in there. He’s the manager of the Wash- ington Heights branch of the Combi- nation Bank. A-all ri-i-i-ght, Nona!” first whittle whittle Bupkiss: “‘Yes, I am Whishy-Whashy, the whunny Wishy-Wairy.’”’ Berry: Come on, Booby; let us up. Save that stuff for the next generation. Bospie: Betty, ixnay, etslay am- seray. - rry: Okay. ‘Hic: What are you talking about? you going nuts? Borsie (to Chic Rapidly. I just told the big sister in pig Latin we ought to scram out of here. This guy will start in on Little Red Riding Hood ne a in ‘Hic: Well, all right, getting comfortable. Berry: Come on, Chie; there's ing to eat in the house anyway. Bossier: Pick it up, Chie... . Bub- you can bring Wishy-Washy with but I was just noth- kiss you. Bupkiss: Where Bosppie: We're and build character. Cuic: Say, how about all going down to Catalan’s for dinner, and then we could step out afterward? Burnkiss: I want to go never been before—the real New Yorkers go. Cuic: I know ‘em all now, from Har- lem to Cherry Street. When I come in the door now, the orchestras all play Here Comes a Friend of Mine and all the gals clap hands. I haven't rolled out of Reubens’ before six a.m. since I came to this little madhouse. ... Do you know what a show ease is, Bubkiss? Bupkiss: Sure I do. You see ‘em in = s. ‘nic: Naw. I mean the taxis with ws of windows. The hackers—that’s the taxi drivers—eall ‘em show because the petters always want what they call dark ecabs—the ones with the little windows in the back. Bupkiss: Gee-whiz! You've around. Cuic: I'll say! T'll tell you; we'll have dinner at Catalan’s, down under the Brooklyn Bridge—razor clams, and chicken with rice, and cheese with guava, and lots of red wine, and then go to the Hot-Cha-Cha, a night club I found the other night—it’s what they call a clip joint—the guy who runs it Is a gunman and racketeer, but he likes me—proud to know me, he says—and he’ll show us a swell time. You couldn't get in, Bubkiss. No doorman—Just a (Continued on Page 129) are we going? roing to go places where I've place s Ww here eases been

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 127 “Did you see that lovely old Hamilton of John she whispered “Don't tell him, please, but we're going to give him a new Hamilton this Christmas ae Y O U “A great idea! How long has John had that watch?” “His father gave it to him in 1915. He'll always remember that date exactly. You somehow do—when 7 emembtr it comes to things like that.” 4 4 Hyp CH R t ™ A Today's Hamiltons are more modern, of course. and more gracious than the Hamiltons of yesteryear. Styles change, and so do people's tastes. But Hamiltons hav o the same uncanny accuracy they have always had O | | d If someone in your family hasn't a fine watch, wi invite you—we urge you—to give him (or her) one of these new Hamiltons, so that Father or Son or Daughter will have an accurate, beautiful watch to treasure for years ahead—a watch so lovely, so precious, they will Here is an unusual little incident. And it is true ; ; all always remember Christmas, 193 It was after dinner. We were reminiscing. ' The Tinel ct us senda you ne rnekRec per, in wiusty The host suddenly pulled out his watch, glanced AE IT RAL YOO He ale \ 44 2 minute Gesc rip WwOTLS ¢ lii tne nana ne new iit Lvviti hl at it and went to the telephone. His wife set down her the Hamilton Watch Company, Amencan manufactur coffee cup and leaned closer to one of the guests. grade watches, 850 Columbia Avenue, Lancaster, P. Pocket models) Above, MASTERPIECE “B™— 18k extra fine diamonds and 8 sapphires, $250. Below, BRIARCLIFFE sk f tur re r white, $ ‘ ¥ heavy white or green gold, 18k gold raised numerals, $25 14k white or natural gold, $75. (Strap models) | Below, MONTICELLO— 14k filled natural or white gold PERRY — 14k filled gold, natural or white, $s; with rats FLINTRID¢ $so. With secometer dial shown, $55. (Wrist models gold figure dial, $63. PALISADE ak f Above, BIANCA—18k white gold, platinum top, with 14 white gold, with filled gold band, $65. SQUARE B, |! H ton Wat HAMILTON The \Natch of Railroad Accuracy Tune in on the Hamilton Watchman ... every Thursday at 8:45 P. M. (ES.T.) . . . over 20 stations of the Columbia Chan

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(Continued from Page 126) combination lock on the outside iron gate, like they have on those new trav- eling bags, and if you don’t know the combination. it’s just too bad. But | know it. Yes, sir! Bosste: How do you know it? Who did you take there? Chiseling already ? Cuic: Bobbie, vou know I wouldn't do that. I went with some of the fel- lows. I'll take you tonight. You'll like Marty, the guy that owns the joint— short black hair, blue eyes, soft voice and swell smile. Bossier: = Let’s meet him. Cuic: Oh, they all fall for him. Bopspie: Oh, yeah? Well, just for that | won't. Besides, | wouldn't trade my Mister Noodle for a dozen Marty W hosits. Cuic: Marty O'Malley. Berry: Are we going somewhere or are we just going to stand around here on one leg all night? Bossie: Get your hats, boys. go. I’m dying to Time: One a.m. Bospie: Wanta dance this one, Chie? Cuic: Aw, let’s talk. I'm dizzy. Let’s talk. Bospie: Talk? That's all you've heen doing all evening. Betty and Bub- kiss are having all the fun on this party. Look at them over there, dane- ing their fool heads off. Cnic: Let ‘em dance. about my movie. Wanta my movie, huh? Bossie: What for? What's in it for me? You say yourself you don’t know if you ean get me into it. I wanta talk hear about Cuic: Sure I can get you into it. Getcha into anything. Wanta talk about new movie. Goin’ to Holly- wood, I am; maybe I will. Boppie: Oh, gee! Would you take me, Chie? Chic, I’ve always wanted to go to Hollywood. Do you know, when Betty and I were playing the Palace, in Chicago, our agent said he was going to get us with Fox. But he was full of apple sauce. Cnuic: Palace? Used to go Palace every week. Never saw you at Palace. Never saw Loop-A-Loop Scissors at Palace. Never. No. No, Palace. Bonpir: Well, maybe it Rialto. Anyway, it was Chicago. Cee, was the Cuic: Chicago? Used to live Chi- cago. Nice town. Nice li'l’ one-horse town. Started Mister Noodle there. Gotta get out Sunday Noodle tomor- row. Mus’ go home early tonight. Gotta get out Noodle tomorrow. Way late. Bosse: Say, what’ve you got all these guys working for you for? You've got a guy to draw it and another guy to write it. Cuic: I gotta give ‘em ideas. Can't wear myself out with details like some of these guys. Do all their own work. Say, | could do their work and mine, too, with a couple of ghosts. Bossier: Sure you could. Cuic: Sure I could. Whadda you think happened today? Ghost struck. “Too much to do,”’ says he. I says, Yeah?” Ghost says, “* Yeah.” I says, “Okay. Get yourself a ghost.” Bonpire: What is a ghost, anyway? Cuic: Ghost is guy who does your work and you sign it, and he gets paid what you give him, out of what you get for what he does. Huh? Bosspie: And a ghost what ghosts for a ghost? What does he get? Cuic: Who cares? Huh? Boppie: That's right too. Say, where’s this Marty O'Malley of yours? We've been waiting here hours for him. THE SATURDAY Cnic: That's him, over there by the door. Bopsik: So that’s Marty. Kinda cute. Cnic: Guess he’s just seen me. ‘ HEY, MARTY! HEY! He's coming over. Bossit: Maybe he saw me. Cuic: Oh, yeah? Bonsie: Yeah. Cuic: ‘Lo, Marty. Put ‘er there! How’s tricks? Huh? Marty do you do, Mr. Kiley? Haven't you for ever so long. (Puts soft, very cold hand, and withdraws it quietly, affably) : Why, how seen out a very quickly. Cuic (hurt): Why, I was here only other night. Huh? Don’t you remem- ber? Huh? Marty (with a wide, warm smile We don't never remember nothing in this business, Mr. Kiley, unless we're reminded. Isn't that so, miss? ( Bows gallantly. Cuic: Oh, pardon me. Meet Miss Bobbie White, one of the Loop-A- Loop Sisters. ‘S Marty O'Malley, Bobbie. °S good friend of mine. Marty (easily): I always say a good friend is hard to find. It’s the unfor- tunate who suffer. Pleased to meet you, Miss White. And that’s from the heart. You know, I've heard a lot about your act. Bospie: Oh, have you really MARTY Now, who in the business hasn't heard of the Loop-A- Loop Sisters? Of course. And nice too. I'm proud to have you here. I'd love to introduce you, but of course, since ” sweetly your sister isn't here Bossie: Oh there, dancing, in the long green dress. Marry: Could I you? You wouldn't have to do anything but stand up at the table and bow. Bossie: Sure, and we'll do a num- ber for you on the floor if you ask me she’s here. Right over introduce pretty. Cuic: Don't stand, Marty. Pull up a chair and have a drink. Huh? ‘S good. Bonsir: Yes, do please, Marty. You don’t mind if I eall you Marty, do you? Marry: It’s music when you say it. Bows to Cuic.) If you don’t mind my saying so. Pulls out chair and seats himself with one deft movement Yes, I'll have some of yours I don't Here's to the Loop- \- Maybe I could persuade you to join up with our little floor show—do your specialties. Yes? Bopspie: Sure; why not? Marry: Sold. Here's looking into your lovely blue eyes, Miss White. Bossi : Bobbie to you. trust my own. Loop Sisters. RicHarp DILion, METEOR SYNDICATE, Times BuILpING, New York Crry. I am sorry to hear “YEAR DICK about your troubles with Chie and Mister Noodle, but then, vou can’t say I didn’t warn you. Of course you can't blame him for going into a tail spin so soon. Imagine leaving a quiet spot like Chicago, where you don’t really count unless you are putting up buildings, and then running into the skyrockets and colored confetti and ticker tape that Chie is getting from highbrows, low- brows and no-brows alike Besides, ] was afraid the dames would get him in New York if Dorothy didn’t succeed in keeping him kenneled out on Long Island. Something ought to he these Loop-A-Loop Sisters. taking him heavy. 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NOCK BOUT KNIT JACKETS Twa ee ee Ow eo ee THE SATURDAY REINFORCED SLEEVES “A. Or ORI EVENING POST thinks that nobody knows about it ex- cepting a few personal friends, as he ealls them. Well, if there is such a thing as a personal friend in New York, I never met him. The town is a big whis- pering gallery, and is infested with two kinds of people—those who don't like you and those who won't. I'll try to straighten Chie out when I get back from this through the West. The fact that must continually keep after him to get his stuff in on time is annoving, but not so dangerous as what I have been hearing from some of the effect that the gal is singing, with her sister, down in Marty O'Malley's joint, and she and Marty are just like that. Well, we all know Marty—a cobra if ever there was one— and that explains why Chie is continu- ally putting a finger on us for advances. It looks like he’s in a hot spot and know it, and we'll have to do something about it—and pronto. One more thing: The Middle West editors I have been talking to do not seem to think his stuff is as good as it was in Chieago. I tell them it’s due to the change, and as soon as he’s accli- mated in the East his stuff will get that old zip back; but their contention— and I think there’s some point to it— is that his stuff was more universal- human-nature stuff in Chicago, but now he’s filling it up with Long Island swank, New York night-club whoopee, and a lot of insigni . which don’t go so good with the backbone of the American people—meaning no offense, madam. CHarRLLY MacApam. Office of the Meteor Syndicate, Times Building, New York. swing you boys to the doesn't ficant hooey Ditton: Here's another one. Just came in. Read that. MacApam: Minneapolis, eh? He was on his ear when I saw him a couple of months ago. Mister Nooput Late AGcatn Stop WILL Be Com- PELLED TO CANCEL ConTRACT UNLESS ScHEDULE Is Livep Up To. ... I don’t blame him, but I don’t know what I can do about it. DiLLton: Well. can’t you get hold of this Kiley guy and talk to him? MacApam: Sure I ean talk to him. I've been talking to him for weeks now, but what good does that do? He's got an idea he ean drink it as they make it. I will say for him he isn’t far behind, considering he’s been in New York less than as fast a vear. Ditton: Can't his wife do anything with him? MacApam: Say, she doesn’t even know where he is. She hasn't seen him for weeks. I wouldn't have seen him either, only | know he hangs around all night at Marty O'Malley's Hot-Cha- Cha, until those sisters get through working. Ditton: Well, w thing. This can’t go on. For we've had to dig up his old ones and redraw them in order to have enough to supply the papers. And this week his stuff hasn't shown up at all, and here it e've got to do some- weeks Thursday. When did you see him last? MacApam: Last night. I tried to talk to him and tell him he couldn't go on hitting the booze like that, but all I could get out of him was that he didn’t care much about doing cartoons any- way. He was going to Hollywood pretty soon and make a big movie, with color and theme songs. Ditton: Who was with him? MacApam: Oh, a lot of buzzards. You know—Broadway pals who can smell a drink a mile away. They were all slapping him on the back and telling December 6,19350 him what a great guy he was and that New York was a bust until he came along. And all the time they were send- ing drinks over to their own tables and pocketing the cigarettes. Well, I tried to talk to him, but I had to give up. Dition: He's either got to straighten out or we've got to do something dras- tic. Let’s get him in here. Where is he now? MacApam: Still there I tried his house out in Great Neck this morning, but his secretary said he was staying in town at his studio until he could get way ahead with his work. That's a laugh. Ditton: Well, ring may be there. MacApam: I've . forall lknow. his studio. He been ringing it for day Ss. Ditton: Where do the Loop-A- Loops live? Try them. They ought to know. MacApam: Sure they know, ain't telling unless carefree mood. Ditton: What's the have the girl get ‘em. MacApam: It isn’t listed, but I know the number. Hand me the phone and I'll call "em. Ditton: And if he happens to be there, tell him he’s got to come in here today. I’m going to the mat with him. If necessary, you'll have to take him down to Atlantie City and lock him up in a hotel room there until he’s ahead with his work. but they they're in a big, address? I'll MacApam: Yes, papa. Betty: Hello. . . . No, this Is Betty. ... Who? .. . No, he isn’ here. Who is this? Why should ts be here? What would he be doing here? What? Sure, I'll give him the message if I see him, but | won't see him. . . . All right, Mr. MacAdam. All right. Good-by. Bossie: Why didn’t you tell him the truth, silly? He'll find out That MacAdam is a ferret. Berry: Yeah, I'd like to tell him the truth—all of it. Bossie: What do you mean? anyway. Berry: You know what I mean What you and Marty did to him last night. Bospie: Mind your business, you little sap. Berry: It was pretty ask me. Bossit own dirty, if you : You'll get your face slapped some day, talking out of turn like that. Berry: Isn't it enough for you to be ruining a nice soft kid like Chic, with- out you and Marty gypping him all the time? And then to do what you did last night, you and that slimy little gangster. Bossi Marty. Berry: Gangster is too good for him. He's a rat. Bosse: You're gonna get socked if you don’t shut up. Berry: I'm tired of shutting up. I’ve been shutting up for you all my life. Always giving you the best of it and taking the short end myself. Chie a guy trimmed the way you and that bum are trimming him. I’m going to tell him too. Bossier: Go on and tell him; he won't believe you. Berry: I’m going to tell him what happened last night too. : You keep your tongue off of Is too good to be Bossie: Well, tell him. Betty: You know perfectly well Marty gave him something last night after the party left the table. Bopnpie: I don't know about it. anything Continued on Page 133

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(Continued from Page 130 Berry: You do too. He had some- one slip him a Mickey Finn. Bossie: You say anything like that around Marty and he'll knock your head off. Berry: Well, that’s what happened, anyway. And then before we closed up, Marty had the waiters stack a whole lot of empty champagne bottles on the floor around his chair, and then woke him up with black coffee and had the band boys open up their collars and play like mad while he was waking up, to make him believe the party had been going on like that all night and he'd been drinking barrels of champagne. And I saw the check they handed him, when he came to, the dirty thieves. Bossier: If Marty didn’t take him, someone else would. Berry: | him out on the side- walk, and then he went out again just like a light. So I brought him up here, and I’ve been up all night trying to straighten him out. Where were you until six o'clock this morning? Bossier: None of your business. You must be in love with Noodle. Berry: | couldn't see a dog get a dirty deal. Bossier: Always falling for saps and always taking a terrible beating. Betty: Well, Chic is taking the beat- ing this time, and I’m going to stop it, if I have to tell his wife and MacAdam and everybody else about it. Bospie: You just keep on talking and you'll find yourself out in the street. Betty: I'll get by. (Doorbell rings. Voice: Special for Mr. Kiley. Gettin Profit From a Hobby NEORGE REINHARDT works at J the packing house eight to ten hours every day, takes orders from nearly everyone at the plant, loads cars, checks shipments, draws a salary and in general is a pretty unimportant cog in a big industrial machine. He comes home to his residence in a suburb where, more than likely, some banker or the head of some local busi- ness enterprise is waiting to get his ad- vice on important affairs. These im- pressively tailored gentlemen listen to his words with close attention because, in the line of endeavor which is his avo- cation, George is a skilled craftsman and an euthority worthy of respect. On Sundays and holidays George drives to elaborately decorated clubs where executives of much solidarity and endowed with much of this world’s goods are wont to forgather in an ex- clusive fellowship. At such assemblies the humble packing-house employe is enthusiastically and _ his opinions on great matters of issue are sought and treasured. The minister of a great church, one of the most widely known corporation lawyers of our sec- tion, a wealthy real-estate man, a rail- way vice president, an ex-mayor, a writer of whose reputation is nation-wide—all these and others defer to the superior knowledge and craft possessed by a gaunt, semibald laborer, past sixty years of age and unprepos- sessing In appearance, For George is a past master in that most important and intricate of arts, the making of hand-tied bass and trout flies. His standing is what it is because no man is blessed with such wealth or rot welcomed he oks Bossier (opening door): There’s no Mr. Kiley here. Messencer: I was told to leave here for him. It’s important. Bossier: All right, then. Leave it. I'll sign for it. What do you sup- pose it is, Betty? Berry: Maybe it’s from the syndi- eate. t Bosse: There’s no name on it. It’s a woman’s handwriting. Call him Maybe he’s awake now. HEY! CHIC! Go and pull him out of there. He can’t lie around here all day, anyway. ... HEY,CHIC! HERE’S SOMETHING FOR YOU! Berry: I'll get him. Bonssie: Here comes the Sleeping Beauty. Hello, Chie. How's the head ? CH stumbl ng im, blink ng al the light What's the matter? What do you want? Can't you let a fellow sleep? BossBir: all day. Here’s a special for you. Cuic: Who’s it from? Bonnie: How dol know? You don't think I open your mail, do you? It’s a woman's handwriting. Cuic (puzzling over it): That's funny. Looks awf'ly familiar. like— why it looks like Dorothy’s. Berry: Who? Cuic: Dorothy—my she know I was here? Bonnie: Your wife, eh? Well, that’s the pay-off. Here, let me read it for you. Say, you’ve been sleeping Looks How'd W ife. ‘** Dear Chic: When you get this let- ter, I will be on the train, going home THE SATURDAY EVENING POST to mys father You will reali ‘ from the address, that I know all about what you have been doing since we came to New York. Of course, a wife is the last ' } one who ever knows what her husband Is doing, but even a wife who is will ny wait and told the to stay out in the country and { bound to be what all the rest of world knew long before. * At first I thought I'd eall and face facts realized and that would be. ask ons 1s no ques eventually you home and then | | Thi¢ lodramatie you with the how silly I couldn't say anvytl ng you didn't know already about our drinking and parties, and especially about those night-« ] ib girls al d l couldn't bear to have you make me any more promises you are too went to keep ‘Because you are weak, Chi not mean, just weak and stupid—and | ean't go on living like this. Iam leav- ing everything except the few clothe I need. I don’t want anything except the one thing you won't give me t he assurance that you'll straighten up quit drinking and running around, and work on our Mister Noodle 1 wn ours, don't you remember , t is too late and vou ve lost evervthit “If you must by fore write, Vou Cal rene! me in care of my father, who is wit! the Super-Features Film Company ! Hollywood, but | prefer that you leave me alone, so that | may forget f | ean, how happy we were in Chicago and how nis rable l have been in New \ ork. DoRroTHy TO BE CONTINUED On im the World! position or power—none is cursed with such arrogant self-esteem—as not to admit, when the logs have crumbled low, that the transaction of business and the making of money and the hurly- burly of mart and countinghouse take second place, in the true evaluation of a man among men, to the more impor- tant matter of fishing. As a boy on the farm George had al- ways been a fisherman. At the age of forty he left the farm, and his new job in the packing house—ten hours aday — left him with much spare time. He began to experiment with a handful of hooksand aspool of silk thread. Feath- ers were found in the family hen coop, but they were too scanty a raw material, so it was not long until duck and deer and squirrel hunters, poultry dealers and breeders of various types of fowl and beast—most of them fishermen and coéperative to the last source of degree— became a volunteer source of supply of peacock feathers, squirrel tails, hackles, buck tails, reindeer skins and a wide assortment of varicolored integ- uments sported for ornamental or pro- tective purposes by all sorts of wild and tame creatures. Today the base- ment of the Reinhardt mansion is stacked to the ceiling with lard cans filled with an unbelievable—and some- times malodorous—assort ment of feath- ers and fur, protected in their airtight containers by moth balls; and George's den and workshop is a maze of drawers and shelves thread and wire and horsehair and odd-looking tools of his own devising are stored. His is a mass-production shop. Two or three hours’ work of an evening will result in forty or fifty fin- ished flies, and the prices eager devotees where hooks and one-man pay for these baubles are little short of scandalous His specialty is orde f accordlt ' { fies to making up gy to designs submitted This is a must membered that every fisherman whose by his customers. prolific source of business, for it be re- luck is bad is positive his creel might filled if he different color or desi rn have heer \cequaintances madeat fishing camps, at the loeal flv-casting club, at Minne sota and Colorado resorts, make up the bulk of his word-of-mouth advertising has his fame far and near lr the beg n- ning there original customers, and was no intention to com mercialize this unusual hobby He simply made flies for his own use and gave them away to any friend or pass- ing acquaintance and admire. He has energetically re- fused to employ workers and go into the wholesale production ot iré his is the pride of the artist in a superla- tively good job, and all his flies are the work of his own hands George is very modest and retiring He thinks there is more fun t } in fishing than in anything else a man ean do in this world, and he would never make a flv for anvone if the dollars-and-cents profit were the whole of the story He seldom send order without exclaiming Ther ought to get ‘em for him ly little phrase is the expression of business philosophy and method bh makes better flies for his friend oO they can have more fun out of their By that Simple and hon- has built very profitable business fishing trips. est means he a hobby into a Georce Biacs. had tried a fly of A GAME ey SEORGE 6. PARKES If you want a change—a new kind of fun—play CAMELOT, ihe + ’ k { What Noted Experts Say of Camelot E. V. Shepard Mrs. Prescott Warren Milton C. 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December 6,19350 Al PERFECTLY BEAUTIFUL TIME (Continued from Page 8) lashes and looked him in the eye he didn’t get flustered and back off the way her father did. He looked right back into her eyes and moved a little toward her and said, “I like your eyes.”’ It was a slight thing, but it was one of the many things she liked about him. She looked up at the beech tree. The branch she had hung from drooped. It drooped so low at the tip that she thought she could reach it by jumping for it. She poised herself and jumped. She touched it, but she couldn't grasp it. She jumped again. On the third jump she got it with both hands. She worked back along the branch toward the tree, slowly and painfully. She gathered all her strength and swung upward and hooked one leg over the limb. She clung there breathless, get- ting back her strength. She got up on the limb, and balancing carefully, she got back to the tree. She slid down the tree. There was a large man with walrus mustaches watching her. It was Mur- phy, the gatekeeper at the lodge up the road. He had seen her; he had probably seen everything. “Well, Murphy?” she said. “Miss Codrington,’ Murphy said, “O’Brien and Burke are looking all over for you. They just telephoned all the gate lodges to see if you'd been through.” Jane raised her lashes slowly and looked Murphy in the eye. Murphy | dropped his eyes. ‘I didn’t see you,” he said. “I didn’t see you and your young man. I didn't see you get over the wall. The fact is, I ain't seen you for a coupla weeks—not as I can remember.” ‘You're a nice man, Murphy,” Jane said. ‘Be that as it may,’’ Murphy said, “T wish you wouldn’t climb that tree any more. If you want to get in or out, you come to my gate.” “You mean you wouldn't mention it?” ‘I'd rather do that than have you breakin’ your neck,’ Murphy said. “What if you'd ‘a’ fell off that limb?” “Thank you, Murphy,” Jane said. “If I was you, Miss Codrington,” Murphy said, “I'd be back sitting in a garden bench before O’Brien and Burke got to makin’ too much of a fuss.”’ Jane hurried on until she came to the gardens. She walked idly along a gar- den path to the bench she had left three hours earlier. She sat down and opened the Manchester Guardian and bent her head dutifully over a leader on the British situation in India. mr ANE announced at half-past nine Saturday night that she was tired. She thought she would go to bed. She kissed her father and her mother geod night and went off to her wing of the house. She changed quickly into the dress she had worn the day she had climbed the beech tree, and found a coat and gloves and things. She turned out all the lights then and softly raised the window and sat beside it listening for the night watchman to make his ten o'clock round. She heard him after endless minutes. She listened while he approached, while he went by, until she could no longer hear him. Then she stepped out of the window to the deck over the extension below her room. She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled quietly to the edge. It was a bright, frosty October night, with half a waning moon aloft. She was in deep shadow where she stood. She couldn’t see much. But she had studied it all out by daylight. She could feel her way. She hung from the gutter, caught the rain pipe and let herself down. She stood on the ground, close against the house, listening. There was no sound. Jane stole through the woods to Murphy’s gate. “He's waitin’ for ye, Miss Codring- ton,’ Murphy whispered. * He's right up the road.” : Jane went through the gate and walked so quietly along the grassy side of the lane that she was beside the roadster before Eddie heard her. He swung the door open. Jane slipped in beside him. “Here I am,” “You're a darling,” said. In another moment the roadster was throbbing up the first long hill on the way into Connecticut. It was half-past eleven by the clock on the Westport Bank when Eddie turned out of the Post Road into Main Street. “They're having a Halloween party at the Atkinsons’,”” Eddie said. ‘I thought we'd gothere first. If youdon't like it, you give me the high sign and we'll go somewhere else.”’ “What will it be like?’ Jane asked. “Oh,” Eddie said, “they'll have the barn lit with pumpkin lanterns and decorated with corn shocks, and some of the people will be in full dress and some will be in overalls, and they'll dance and play foolish games, like bobbing for apples in a tub of water. And if some man has had so many drinks he’s a nuisance, somebody will push him in the tub, and when he gets out he'll be so cold and wet he'll go home.” He drove three miles out Main Street until he came to a white house. The drive and the road outside were lined with parked ears. Eddie parked the roadster at the end of the line. “The thing to do is to leave our coats in the car; then we ean find them when we want them,” he said. They walked down the drive toward the sounds of a dance tune and laugh- ter. They came to the wide doorway of the barn. An enormous man in blue jumper and blue overalls came rushing up to Jane. ** Beautiful creature,”’ he said, ‘“‘ where have you been all evening?” He seized her as if to dance. Jane looked at Eddie. He nodded. Jane danced off with the man. But they hadn't gone three steps when Eddie cut in. The man in blue overalls protested vehe- mently. But Eddie was firm He put his arm around Jane. They danced. “That's the simplest way to manage them,” Eddie said. “‘I hope you didn’t mind.” “Mind!” Jane said. “‘Of course I didn’t mind. You rescued me so quickly I didn’t have time to mind.” Jane studied the party from behind Eddie's shoulder as they danced. She saw three exceptionally pretty women and several good-looking ones. But the thing that struck her most was that everybody seemed to be having an aw- fully good time about nothing. “Shall we go places?’’ Eddie asked. “Let's,” Jane said. “‘I’m so curi- ous.” They went places. 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‘I’ve got to get back, Eddie,”’ she said. “TI know it,” Eddie said, ‘‘and I've hardly had a chance to talk to you all evening.” They said good night to their last host and hostess, and found the road- ster. It was a quarter past three when they passed through the village square on their way home. “Well,” Eddie said, “*what did you think of it?”’ “| thought it was grand,” Jane said. ‘I never saw so many pretty women in my life.” They compared notes for half an hour, chatting like two old friends. Finally Eddie asked her what she thought of Boardman Palmer. ‘I don’t remember the name,”’ Jane said. ‘Il met too many people.” ‘He was that tall man with the sad eves who danced with you at the see- ond place we went to. You went out on the porch with him when the dance was over.” “Oh.” Jane eried, “I remember— that’s the man who kissed me.”’ ‘What!’ Eddie cried. He took his foot off the ras. The car slowed down to five miles an hour. ** Why did you let him kiss you?” Jane saw that he was really annoyed. She rather liked his being annoyed. “Why,” she said, “I thought that was what you did in Westport. | thought it was the local custom. | thought everybody did it.” Eddie put his foot on the gas. The car gathered speed. “Well,” Eddie doesn’t.” “I’m awfully sorry, Eddie,” said. ‘I suppose,’ Eddie said, “if you want to let men kiss you, it’s your af- fair.”” “It was only one man, Eddie,”’ Jane said. “‘It didn’t mean anything.” Eddie drove on for two miles with- out speaking. Jane sat beside him, waiting. She had an odd feeling that something was going to happen. Eddie stopped the car at the top of a long hill and backed it into a barway and turned off the lights. “When I kiss a girl,” he said bit- terly, “it does mean something. It means I’m crazy about her.”’ He sat there staring at her in the dark. Jane would have raised her lashes and looked him in the eye, but it was too dark for him to see that gesture. The moon had gone down and the dawn had not yet begun to break. “Don’t be angry,” Jane said softly. Eddie took her in his arms. Eddie kissed her. She kissed him back hap- pily. ‘I ean’t stay angry,’ Eddie said. ‘Because I’m crazy about you, Jane.”’ “I’m erazy about you, too, Eddie,” she said He held her tightly. Jane wanted him to hold her tightly. Jane put her cheek against his. From far off down the road there came the long sound of a two-note horn. Jane started. She knew that horn. It was the horn on the car that O’Brien and Burke used. She'd heard it often enough when she was driving and they were following her. “What's the matter, darling?’’ Eddie asked. “] thought I heard Jane said miserably. “What of it?” Jane listened. She could hear the throbbing of a motoreycle engine. A moment later the long, single beam ap- peared. Behind it were the twin lights of a car. The motoreycle hurtled past said, ‘everybody Jane something,” THE SATURDAY them, the big car a hundred vards be- hind it. “What does that mean?” Jane asked. She knew what it meant. But she wanted Eddie to tell her it was nothing. “The police, I imagine,”’ Eddie said “| want togo home,” Jane said. “I'm worried.” Eddie started the car and swung into the road. ** You've worry about,”’ Eddie said. ** They aren't look- ing for us.” Jane snuggled close beside him. She knew better. But it was comforting to hear him Say it. They had driven another mile when Jane looked back. There was a car be- hind them, and it was gaining rapidly Jane braced herself. The car drew alongside. The man beside the driver leaned out and yelled at Eddie to move over. Eddie moved over and stopped the car. The other car stopped beside them. A big man with a flash light in his hand hopped on the running board. He turned the light on them “Good evening,” he orders to take you in.” “What the devil Eddie said. The big man turned back the lapel of his coat and showed his badge Jane pressed Eddie's arm. ** Don't, please, Eddie,’ she said. “It’s no use. There are two of them.” The big man handed Jane out of the roadster and into the big ear. His partner got into the roadster beside Eddie. Jane turned fiercely on the big man in plain clothes at the wheel. “If you do anything to that man you'll be awfully, awfully sorry.”’ “Don’t worry, miss,”’ he said. “Our orders were to bring you both in. As long as he behaves himself he's as safe as you are.”’ They drove rapidly toward Sherwood Forest. The roadster followed. The main gate was open. They drove in without pausing, and up to the front door. Her father and mother waiting for her. “Oh, Jane!" her mother said. ** How could you?” **Where’s asked. **He’s out there,” the big policeman said. ‘Shall I have him in? Mr. Codrington shook his “No,” he said. * Let him go.” The big policeman went out. “I'd like to speak to him before he goes,’ Jane said. “I’ve got something terribly important to tell him.” “T’d rather you wouldn't, Jane,” her father said. **But I must, father.” *“No,” her father said. Jane turned and rushed out of the door. She was just in time to see the tail light of the roadster disappearing down the drive. She walked slowly back into the house. Eddie knew now that she wasn't Mary Farnham. He knew that she was Jane Codrington. He had said he was crazy about her. But was he crazy enough about her to face five hundred million dollars? “Why did you do it, her father asked. His face was quite whit and drawn. ‘Because | Jane said. “But you couldn't be,” her father said. *‘ You hardly know the man. You can’t have seen him half a dozen times.” ‘Il have him exactly three nothing to said. “We've do you mean? were the man? her father head. 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(Continued from Page 135) going to tell you. I simply won't dis- cuss it. I’m going to bed.” “Very well,”’ her father said. Iv LS persaie Jane had gone, Mr. Cod- rington turned to Mrs. Codring- ton. “She really believes what she said. She meant it.” *Yes,”’ Mrs. Codrington said. “It’s like a madness,”” Mr. Codring- ton said. “She's virtually crazy.” He looked miserably at Mrs. Codrington. “And I suppose he’s crazy about her. Any young man would be.”’ He walked up and down nervously. ‘‘ How do you stop them?” he asked pathetically. “You said that if Jane fell in love with the wrong man you'd stop it,” Mrs. Codrington said. ‘**But how do you stop a madness?” Mr. Codrington asked. “You said you would,” Mrs. Cod- rington said. “And I will,’ Mr. Codrington said. He tried to make his voice sound bold and confident, because he did not feel bold and confident. He felt helpless. ““By noon tomorrow I'll know who the young man is. By night he'll be offered a bigger salary than he ever thought of earning. He'll go to Kamchatka.” ‘*Somehow,” Mrs. Codrington said— ‘**somehow it doesn’t seem as practical as it did the other day.” ‘But you've never even seen the young man,” Mr. Codrington said. **You don’t know what he’s like.” ““No,”” Mrs. Codrington said. “ But I know Jane.” Vv Wt EN Jane Codrington awoke she was no longer angry, but only troubled. She was afraid she would never see Eddie Talbot again. And she had to see him again. He would forgive her for telling him that she was Mary Farnham, if she got a chance to explain why she had deceived him. But she couldn't explain away her family. You can't explain away five hundred mil- lions of dollars. It is simply there, like a black eye, but more permanent. She was Jane Codrington, and Eddie knew it now. Jane understood too well how impossible the Codrington family was from Eddie's point of view and how little willing he would be to take a serious interest in the Codringtons’ only daughter, even if he had liked her well enough to tell her he was crazy about her. The chance that Eddie was as crazy about her as he would need to be was too slim. And how crazy about her was he? Jane could only guess. She had had little experience of men and none at all of young men who supposed she was somebody else. When Eddie had said that he was crazy about her, she had assumed that he meant exactly what she meant when she had replied that she was crazy about him. But Eddie was a man of twenty-seven or eight. He had probably told a dozen girls that he was crazy about them and kissed them and forgotten them. If only those moments in the dark had lasted longer; if only O’Brien and Burke hadn't come that way and blown the long horn and reminded her that she was being kissed under false pretenses, and warned her that she was about to be exposed ; if only she had had a fair chance; if only But Jane refused to think of any more ifs. She sat up and rang for her maid. The maid’s name was Effie Wood. Jane always called her, affectionately, ‘*Woodie.”” When Woodie came in, Jane saw that she was frightened and about to ery. She took one quick, ap- prehensive look at Jane and began to THE SATURDAY speak, not as a servant but as one young woman to another: “Oh, Miss Jane, if you had only told me that you were going out!” The threatened tears came then. The tears rolled down her cheeks. “There’s nothing to ery about, Woodie,” Jane said. ““What do you mean?” “If I had known I could have fixed it. But when your father called up and said for me to see if you were still awake, and if you were, to say he wanted to speak to you, | didn’t sus- | pect anything. I tapped on your door, and you didn’t answer, and I opened the door and turned on a light, and you weren't here. | thought, of course, you were in some other part of the house. If I had had the least idea you had gone out with a—that you had gone out, I mean—I'd have told your father you were asleep. But I didn’t know, so I told him you weren't here. And th-th-th-then everything h-h-happened !”’ Woodie found a handkerchief and rushed into the bathroom and began to run Jane’s bath. “But, Woodie,’ Jane shouted, in an effort to make herself heard above the roar of the water in the bath, “what happened?” Woodie did not hear her. Jane had to go and get her and make her sit down and talk. **Why,” Woodie said, “in about a minute your father had the place lighted up—evers whole room in the house and the flood lights in the grounds, and all the watchmen notified and O’Brien and Burke out. Your father was perfectly wild. He tad been kidnaped. He kept saving you wouldn't have left the place of your own will. And then O’Brien climbed out of the window with a flash light and found a place where the rain pipe was scratched and the ivy torn off the wall, and Burke found two footprints on the ground, and they got one of your shoes, and it fitted exactly, and they asked me what clothes you had worn, and I went through your clothes and saw you must have worn the little suit from Dupres you liked so much. Because it was missing, and the shoes and hat and scarf and things you wore with it. Your tweed coat was gone too. I described the things to O’Brien and Burke, and they called up the state police and started out to find you. “Your father was still sure that you had been kidnaped. He had all the gatekeepers in, and they all swore they hadn't seen you. He had all the watch- men in, too, but none of them had seen anything suspicious. Your father told them to get every man on the place up to search the whole forest. And then he began sending out cars to patrol the roads; he got vour grandfather's chauf- feurs out, and your brother's men, and all of ours. They told the chauffeurs to report every hour by telephone, so the telephones were ringing all night. Your father had a map up on the library wall, and as fast as they called up to report what roads the y had been over, your father’s secretaries marked the map. Your father kept saying he'd wait until daylight before he let the newspapers know that you were lost. 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140 found it a great luxury to talk to She had to know what some- bod, else thought. ‘No.’ Woodie said. *‘How could they kidnap you when you were right They would have to get over the wall without ringing lls and get past the watchmen nd up to your room. I'd have heard them myself. I was awake. And then they'd have had to get you out of the house and across the grounds and over the wall without being noticed. It ouldn'’t happen.” “But what did you think had hap- pened?” Woodie looked at her as if to make sure that she was really free to speak Woodie,”’ Jane said. tell me every- W oodie. . 9 here in the house her mind. “Go on For thing *Well,”’ Woodie said, “the minute I stopped to think, | knew you had gone out to keep «a date with a man.” heavy en's sake, “How could you possibly know that?” ‘Well —— Woodie said. She looked at Jane as if to say she could answer if Jane really wanted her to. “Go on,” Jane said. ‘‘Please tell me everything.” “Well,”” Woodie said, “I made up my mind along time ago that you were voing to bust out some day. It wasn’t natural for you to go on living the way vou were, without ever having any fun. Anybody could see how discontented vou were. And it was getting worse all the time. And then, a week or so ago, you'd been out somewhere in your ear, and when you came in I could see that something nice had happened. You were so sweet to me, and sort of dreamy; and you ‘were humming something iader your breath as if you had happy thoughts. And then, the day your father and mother went to New York, you disappeared before lunch. O’Brien ind Burke came and asked me where | told them you had gone in the forest, because you were. walk that was what vou told me you were for a long going to do. When vou came back in the middle of the afternoon, your tockings were torn to pieces and your legs were scratched and you had a big three-cornered tear in the front breadth of vour skirt. You told me to mend the and I said I didn’t think I could mend it properly, and hadn't I better send it to New York to be rewoven, and you said, no, that it wouldn't be back in time to wear Saturday night.”’ “Did I actually that?” Jane asked. “Yes, you did. I wondered what on earth you wanted to wear a sports suit Saturday night for, but you didn’t ex- plain, and I noticed how happy and and I thought you must have misspoken yourself.”’ I had no idea you noticed so many little things, Woodie.” Woodie smiled at Jane's innocence. ‘Besides,’ Woodie continued, “ when I straightened up your desk yesterday, I couldn't help noticing one more thing. There was a sheet of note paper you'd been scribbling on. You had written Jane Talbot and Mrs. Edward Talbot half a dozen times.”’ Jane laughed, wishing to hide her embarrassment. “Every girl does that when she’s in love,"’ Woodie said wisely. “I've done it myself “Woodie,” Jane said, “you're a darling. Do you suppose if I hurried I could get down to breakfast with my father and mother?” It’s Sunday,”” Woodie said, ‘and they were up as late as you were last night; I think maybe you could.” lear, Say excited you were, THE SATURDAY “Then I will,’ Jane said. She felt a warm glow of friendly feel- ing toward the whole world. It had been a great relief to talk to Woodie. She felt that Woodie was wholly sym- pathetic. She would go and talk as frankly to her father and mother about Eddie Talbot. When they knew how she felt, and learned that Eddie was not an objectionable person, they would be sympathetic. They might not be able to help, but at least they would not hinder. vi ANE got down to the breakfast room while her father and mother were still there. Jane saw that her father was enjoying a favorite dish, though one his doctor frowned upon. Her father was eating pancakes with maple sirup. Her mother was actually en- couraging him in this dissipation. Jane kissed her mother and kissed her father and sat down. “I'm frightfully sorry I caused you so much anxiety last night,”’ she said. “And I'm sorry I was so rude to you, father. I mean, about saying I wouldn't diseuss it. Of course, I'll tell you any- thing you want to know.” Her father was plainly mollified. He gave her a benign glance. ‘* That sounds like the real Jane.” ‘Your father was terribly worried and upset,’ her mother said. “I'm awfully, awfully sorry,” Jane said. Her father looked at her, studying her. “Jane,” he said, ‘where did you meet the man?” *‘In Browning's drug store in Ossin- ing,” Jane said. ‘**But who introduced him?’ ‘No one introduced him.” Her father stared at her. “* You mean he spoke to you without being intro- duced and you permitted it?”’ *Yes,”’ Jane said. “But why? You could have ignored him. Or if he became annoying, you could have appealed to Mr. Browning. Or to O’Brien and Burke. Weren't O'Brien and Burke close at hand?” * Yes, of course,”’ Jane said. ‘O’Brien and Burke are always there.” “They are there to protect you from annoyance.” ‘But vou see, father,”’ Jane said, “I wasn't annoyed. I was curious and in- terested. It was an adventure. I wanted it to go on.” *T can understand a momentary im- pulse of that sort,”’ her father said. “But surely, after the first minute, you realized what an unconventional thing you were doing.” * There are times,” Jane said, “‘ when one just does ignore the conventions.” ‘Let me be sure I understand,” her father said. ‘““You didn’t know any- thing about the man at all. You didn’t know who he was?” ‘I didn’t know his name,” Jane said, “but I knew all the important things about him. I knew he was honest and straightforward and intelligent and decent.” “How could you know? “By his looks,” Jane said. Her father shook his head. ‘‘I had no idea you were so innocent. I thought you knew that no one can tell what sort a man is by his looks. Some fine- looking men are utterly unprincipled.” “At least,” Jane said, “‘I was right about Eddie Talbot.” Her father looked pained, but he made no comment in words. He went on to ask other questions. He wanted to know how she had met the man the second time. Jane told him frankly that she had made a rendezvous for a time when she knew her father and her EVENING POST mother would be away and how she had climbed the beech tree and dropped over the wall in order to avoid being followed by O’Brien and Burke. She told him about going to lunch at the roadhouse below Tarrytown with Eddie Talbot and climbing back by way of the convenient limb of the beech tree, so no one would know she had been outside of Sherwood Forest. ‘But what on earth were vou doing Saturday night?” her father asked. “Where could you go that you didn't get home until daylight?” Jane told him what Saturday night in Westport was like, and how she and Eddie had made five parties in sue- cession. Jane told him everything he asked. *Jane,”’ her father said, ‘I cannot understand your going on such an ex- pedition with a strange man. Don’t you realize the terrible risk you ran? Hasn't it occurred to you that this man is a fortune hunter who is trying to compromise you, or at least secure an introduction to the family?” ‘I don’t believe he is a fortune hunter,”’ Jane said. “In fact, I know he isn’t.” *] suppose you could tell that by his looks too.” “Yes,"’ Jane said, “I could. But I have another reason for knowing.”’ **Indeed,”’ her father said. “You see, he didn’t know that I was the daughter of a wealthy man.” Her father smiled a pitying smile. **My dear Jane,” he said, “everybody in the United States knows about the Codrington family and the Codrington fortune.” “Yes, of course,” Jane said. “But Eddie didn't know I was a Codrington.” “Ah,” her father said, with great irony. *‘ Doubtless he thought this was an apartment house and that you were a daughter of one of the other tenants. He knew you lived here, didn’t he?” “Yes, he knew I lived here. But he didn’t know I was your daughter. | told him I was mother’s private see- retary.” “Jane!"’ her mother exclaimed. Her father stared at her. ‘“* Why did you tell him that?” Because I liked him. I was afraid if he knew I was Jane Codrington he would treat me the way all the other men | have ever met treat me—as if I were something cold, remote and learned, like the president of one of the big banks. I wanted him to treat me as if I were just any girl he liked.” “But surely you knew he'd find out sooner or later who you were.” “7 hoped it would be later,” Jane said. ‘I hoped it would be too late.”’ “Too late for what, precisely?” her father asked. “Too late for him to back out.” Her father got up from the table and stood looking out of the window. He clasped his hands behind his back and rocked back and forth on his heels. It was plain he was agitated. After a long time he turned around with the air of a man who is delivering an ultimatum. *‘Jane,”’ he said, “this is a serious matter. You seem to have lost your head, your capacity to reason. You have been extremely indiscreet. What if the newspapers had learned that we didn’t know where you were? I shall try to find out more about this young man. In the meantime I trust you will not communicate with him.” “T hope you don't think I’m going to pursue the man, father,” Jane said. ‘‘He knows who I am now, and if he still wants to see me, it is up to him to telephone, or write, or come here to eall.”’ December 6,19350 ‘““Do I understand you promise not to communicate with him?” **T shan’t call him up or write to him until I hear from him,” Jane said. “Very well,”’ her father said. Jane got up to go. It hadn't worked. She had only made it worse by trying to be frank with her father. He didn't understand. He couldn't understand. “Very well, father,’ she said, and hurried out of the room. She had sud- denly to go somewhere and ery. She hadn't cried for years, but she had to cry now. ’ vil ee eight days Jane waited and hoped, and waited and hoped. But she had no word from Eddie Talbot. She still got down early every morning to see if there wasn’t a letter from him, but she had ceased to jump every time the telephone rang. Her father asked her to come with him into the library after breakfast on the eighth day. He laid out a folder of letters and tele- grams and a typewritten manuscript bound in a pale blue cover like a legal document. “T have a report on Edward Talbot that I would like to read you,” he said. ‘I'd like to hear it,”’ Jane said. She would have listened to anything that concerned Eddie Talbot. “Edward Talbot,” her father read from the manuscript, “‘was born in Council Bluffs, lowa, on February 8, 1904, and is, therefore, nearly twenty- seven years old. His father was and still is the proprietor of a feed-and- grain business that was formerly some- what more profitable than it isnow. He is a Republican, but he voted for Wil- son against Hughes in 1916. He came originally from a farm near Albany, New York. Mrs. Phoebe Talbot, Ed- ward's mother, was a Wheeler and came from a Vermont village called Sudbury. She is a member of the D. A. R. and claims descent from the Mayflower. Besides Edward, she has two children, both older than Edward. Philip Talbot, Jr., is an attorney in Council Bluffs. Amy Talbot married a man named James Morton, who is su- perintendent of a factory making office equipment in Oshkosh. The family is unexceptionable, so far as we have been able to learn. It might be de- scribed as a typical or average Americar family. “Edward Talbot graduated from the local high school in 1922 and entered the state university the following fall. He seems to have been well enough liked, but did not distinguish himself in any way except that he was a mem- ber of the track team and ran in the 120 and the 220 yard hurdles. In 1926 he ran third in the high hurdles at the conference championships. He grad- uated a few weeks later without any honors in scholarship. While in col- lege Talbot paid a good deal of atten- tion to a succession of coeds; at least six, and probably more. He was cur- rently reported to be engaged to one of these—Elsa, or Elsie, Smith. How- ever, the girl eventually married an- other man.” Jane’s father looked up from the report. ‘Evidently he is not responsi- ble where women are concerned.” “College boys so seldom are,” Jane said. “A man’s character is pretty well formed by the time he goes to college,”’ her father said. He read on from the manuscript: “‘After graduating from college, Edward Talbot returned to Council Bluffs and spent the summer helping his father in his business. 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(Continued from Page 140) speeding. He was fined ten dollars and costs, which he paid.”’ ‘* Eddie told me he had never been in jail,”’ Jane said lightly. Mr. Codrington frowned. ** Speeding is not necessarily a serious offense,” he said, “‘but it indicates a somewhat ir- responsible and reckless character. I have never been arrested for speeding. Let me read on: “In October, 1926, Talbot scraped together enough money to get to New York, but not much more. He proba- bly arrived there with less than five dollars in his pockets. Not long after he got a job as a salesman in a haber- dashery shop at twenty-two dollars a week. He held similar jobs for brief periods for about a year, and then, in some way or other—we have been un- able to learn how—he succeeded in attracting the attention of Stephen Morehouse, of Morehouse & Co. Since then his rise has been more rapid than that of most young men. After four years he is getting a salary of about a hundred and fifty dollars a week and will receive a substantial inerease as of January first next. Mr. Morehouse has intrusted him with the task of re- viving two small companies which he took over in order to help out old friends. ‘Young Mr. Talbot lives in a small apartment in East Fifty-first Street, which he shares with a college friend. He spends most of his week-ends in Westport, Connecticut, which, we un- derstand, is an increasingly popular country community, though of an ex- ceedingly Bohemian character. So far as we have been able to learn, he is not addicted to any of the major vices. He drinks, but he is not a drunkard. He is not known to be entangled with women.” Mr. Codrington laid down the manu- script and looked at Jane. “* You see the picture—about as ordinary a young man as could be found on Manhattan Island.” Jane would have liked to say some- thing cutting, but she restrained the impulse. “Or,” she said, “‘a young man to whom there is no possible objection.” “To whom I have the most profound objections,” her father retorted. ‘In the first place, I object to a young man who meets my daughter in a lane at ten o'clock at night and takes her to a succession of wild Westport parties and keeps her out until dawn. It isn’t proper; it isn’t dignified. But let us put the best face possible on that epi- sode—let us call it a youthful episode. The great objection to the man is this, Jane: He is not your sort. He could never conceivably interest you for more than a few passing moments. He wouldn't know what to talk to you about. He has neither the education nor the background. You would find him unutterably dull and common- place.” “It doesn’t seem to matter much what I would find him if I saw more of him,” Jane said. “I haven't heard a word from him since the night we went to Westport. He hasn't telephoned and he hasn’t written.” * H’'m,” her father said. ** He hasn't?” “No,” Jane said. ‘*]—I'm sure it’s just as well, Jane,’ her father said. Jane thought he avoided her eyes. He wasn’t frank. He was concealing something. “Is that all, father?’’ she asked. Her father said that was all. Jane went back to herown room and sat there saying to herself the things she had wanted to say to her father. “As if a THE SATURDAY college boy's playing around with a lot of different coeds meant that he was irresponsible,”’ she said. “‘And speed- ing—arrested for speeding—the reck- less devil,”’ Jane observed. ‘* How could I possibly like a man who'd been ar- rested for speeding!" But when she had discharged some of her anger she admitted to herself that the thing that hurt was that she hadn't heard from Eddie. If Eddie hadn't the courage to do something about it, even if she was Jane Codring- ton, she didn’t want him. If he could be frightened off by a lot of money, she preferred to forget him. And if the trouble was that he hadn't really cared, she would have to forget him. Jane remembered her father’s eva- siveness when she had said she hadn't heard from Eddie. She couldn't lieve her father would actually steal he- her letters. But she couldn't believe that Eddie hadn't written either. She had to find out where Eddie stood. She wouldn't write to him or call him up. He had to come to her. But she had to know. Somehow, she had to give him a clear chance to see her. If he didn't take it, she would know he was afraid or that he didn’t care. After lunch Jane ordered up her own roadster. It was a Farquharson- Twombley, heavy and powerful. She was permitted to drive it freely. O’ Brien and Burke always followed a hundred yards behind. Jane drove slowly up the Albany Post Road toward Poughkeepsie, plan- ning what she would do. In the mirror she could see the familiar radiator of the ear O’Brien and Burke drove. Some- how she would have to lose them. She debated whether to try running away from them on the open road. But they could probably drive as fast as she could. She would have to wait until they were stopped by a traffic signal that she had already passed. That didn't happen in Poughkeepsie. Jane struck east at the next turn. She drove on and on, through town after town. But it wasn’t until was going through White Plains that she got her chance. She managed to squeeze past just as the traffic officer blew his whistle. O’Brien and Burke were caught. Jane stepped on the gas and turned the next corner, and the next. In five minutes she was booming up the long hill between White Plains and Greenwich, and O’Brien and Burke were no longer in sight. Jane gave the Farquharson the gun. She topped the hill at seventy. And happy fortune, there was a motorcycle cop framed in the mirror over the windshield. She could hear the roar of his engine, like an aeroplane, over the deep hum under the Farquharson’s hood. shot down the long slope. Within a mile the cop was alongside and motioning her over. Jane drew up in the gutter. ** Let's see your driving license,”’ the policeman said. He was a plump red- faced policeman. Jane took her driving license out of her purse and handed it to him. He studied it. “Any relation to Henry C. Codring- ton?” he asked. “Henry C. Codrington is my grand- father,” Jane said. “Henry C. Cod- rington, Jr., is my father.”’ The policeman handed back her li- cense. “You hadn't oughta drive as fast as you were goin’,”’ he said mildly. He swung his motoreycle around and rode away. Jane tore the license into small bits and dropped it overside. She got the certificate of the car’s ownership and she Jane EVENING POST registration out of the side pocket and tore that into small bits also. Then she drove toward Connecticut she could take the curves. At Greenwich she turned east into the Boston Post Road. As she ap- proached Darien she saw a motorcycle policeman idling along. had fallen in behind him. Jane stepped on the gas and passed the intervening She passed the policeman on the motorcycle as if he were standing still. Watching the mirror, she saw him give chase. Jane pushed her foot down hard. The Farquharson lunged for- ward. But the motoreyele was gaining. as fast as Several cars cars, Jane saw the intersection of a country road ahead. Fifty yards away she stood on the brake. The rubber squealed. But the car slowed down enough to make the right-angle turn into the country road. The motorcycle shot past. slowed After three minutes she saw the policeman The country road was made for motorcycles, but he was com- ing. Jane put her foot down until she saw that she was gaining. She let her foot up. She didn't want to get away. She only wanted to tease the police- man. She remembered O'Brien's dic- tum: ** The police are not unreasonable, unless you get their goats.”’ Jane saw that the country road crossed a broad, concrete highway. She swung onto the concrete. The motor- eycle was still coming. It wouldn't take the man long to catch her after he reached the smooth road. Jane stepped on the gas. After half a mile the motoreycle drew alongside and the po- Jane down coming. not liceman ordered her to move over. Jane moved over and stopped. He wasa lean young policeman. Jane saw that she had succeeded. She had got his goat. ‘Let's see your license,” he said. Jane affected to hunt madly through her purse. “Oh,” she said, “I’m afraid I haven't got it with me.” She looked up at him and smiled. * But | can tell you who my father is.”’ * Let's see your certificate of regis- tration,” the young policeman said. Again Jane hunted. ** 1 don’t seem to find it,”’ she said. “‘I always keep it in the door pocket, but it isn’t there. It might be under the seat.” The policeman waited, silent and grim. Jane got out of the ear, lifted the seat and looked. “I'm afraid it isn’t here,”” she said “Whose asked. ‘Really! said. “Don’t you think you re rather rude? I don't like your tone. Perhaps you don’t know that my father is Henry C. Codring- ton, Jr.” “Whose car is this?”’ asked again. "Ets my ear,”’ Jane said ‘I see,” car is it?” the policeman J ine the policeman the policeman said. * You follow me back to the police station.” “But I'm in a hurry,’ said “I haven’t time to follow you.” ‘You'll either follow me Jane in your car or stay here until I get the wagon,” the policeman said. ‘Have it your own way.” “Oh, if you're going to be nasty, I'll follow you,” Jane said. She followed him back to the police station. “This woman was doing about eighty miles an hour,’ the policeman said to the sergeant at the desk. ‘“‘She has no driving license and no certificate of registration. She claims the car is hers and that she’s Henry C daughter.” The sergeant drew the blotter to- ward him. ** Name,” he said. . Codrington’s

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The sergeant poised his pen: ** Which is it going to be, kid— Mary or Jane?” “Jane Codrington,” Jane said. “The charges,”’ the policeman said, ‘are reckless driving, driving without a license, driving without a certificate of registration.” The sergeant wrote for a long min- ute. “Anything else?” “Yes,” the young policeman said. “Refusing to stop. She tried to run away from me.” ‘You can sit there,” said when he had finished writing. pointed to a wooden bench. “Can't I go now?” Jane asked. ‘You can’t go until you ean prove you didn’t steal that car.” ‘But how can | prove that?” “You might call up Henry C. Cod- rington—if he’s your father. There’s the telephone.” “I'd rather not,”” Jane said. ‘| thought you'd rather not,” sergeant said. Jane sat down on the wooden bench. After an hour O’Brien and Burke ar- rived. They held a long conversation with the sergeant. In the end he agreed to let Jane go, provided O'Brien drove the car. Jane had no driving license, and therefore no right to drive. Jane sat meekly beside O’Brien. Jane could see that he was pretty sore, but he couldn't say so. “I’m afraid | O’Brien,” Jane said. *Yes,”’ O'Brien said. * fix it. I’m afraid it'll be in all papers.” “In the New asked innocently. “Yeah,” said O’Brien gloomily. “That sergeant’ll tip the local paper off, and the local paper’ll tip the New York papers, and tomorrow morning it'll be on the front page.” Jane found her father in the library. One of his secretaries was at the tele- phone assuring somebody that Mr. Codrington had nothing to say. the sergeant He the got their goats, We couldn't the York papers?” Jane EVENING POST “T'll have to,” Jane said. “I am guilty.” Her father shook his head impa- tiently. “If I wanted to turn Doolittle and Dawson loose,”’ he said, *‘ the case would be settled before the Supreme Court in about ten or twelve years. But I don’t. I want the least possible publicity.” Jane was startled and delighted to read the Times next morning. The story of her arrest made nearly a col- umn on the front page. She had done it. Eddie Talbot would know where he could see her on Thursday afternoon at two o'clock. If he did not act on the information, she would know it was all over. viii ANE drove over to Darien with her father’s principal lawyers. Doolittle was disgruntled at the assignment. He had never appeared in a police court in his life. His specialty was appearing be- fore the United States Supreme Court. Dawson was amused at Doolittle. He sat back in a corner of the limousine and grinned. By the time they reached Darien, Jane had convinced herself that it was hopeless to expect Eddie Talbot to be there. As they turned off the Post Road beside the police station she thrust her head out of the window to look. She couldn't see Eddie anywhere. The courtroom was crowded. Jane had to walk down the center aisle and take her place on the long bench re- served for defendants. When her case was called, she stood up and faced the judge. The policeman who had arrested her told his story. “Guilty or not guilty?” asked. “Guilty,” Jane said. “Twenty-five dollars and costs,”’ the judge said. Dawson was bustling down the aisle on his way to the clerk’s desk to pay her fine. He stepped aside to let Jane pass. Jane walked wearily out into the corridor. the judge December 6, 1930 O'Brien and Burke were waiting for her to guard her from the newspaper- men and the photographers. Doolit- tle took her arm. “Well,” he said cheerfully, “‘that’s over.” “Yes,” Jane said. And then she saw Eddie Talbot. She caught her breath. She had given up hope. “Hello, Mary,”’ he said. **Hello, Eddie,” she said. “I'd like to drive you back in my ear,’ Eddie said. “That would be very nice,” Jane said. She turned to the lawyer. “Mr. Doo- little,’ she said, “I want to introduce an old friend of mine—Mr. Edward Talbot.” Mr. Doolittle shook hands with Ed- die. ‘‘It’s very kind of you to offer to drive Miss Codrington back, Mr. Tal- bot,”’ he said suavely, ‘but her car is here,and as long asl am responsible for her, I feel it would be much better if she went back with me.” “But you see, Mr. Doolittle,” Jane said, ‘I wish to go with Mr. Talbot.”’ Mr. Doolittle consulted Mr. Daw- son, and they both consulted O’Brien and Burke. But there really wasn't anything they could do about it. Jane got into Eddie’s slightly battered old roadster. O’Brien and Burke followed as usual. Behind them rode Doolittle and Dawson in the limousine. And behind them came three taxicabs full of news- papermen and photographers. It made a small parade. “I’m not going to pay the slightest attention to that procession,”’ Eddie said. “I’m going to act exactly as if they weren’t there.” “T think that would be very nice,” Jane said. “What I'd like to do,”’ Eddie said, ‘is this: I'd like to stop in that barway where we stopped on our way home from Westport and kiss you again.” “T think that would be very nice,” Jane said. “And then,”’ Eddie said, ‘I'd like to drive on to your house and tel! your father that we've decided it isn’t any “I've just been ‘ a = arrested for speed- ing,” Jane said. “O’Brien tried to fix it, but he couldn't. They wouldn't believe I was your daugh- ter.”” “They evidently believe it now,” her father said grimly. “Two of the New York papers have already called up.” ‘I have to ap- pear in court Thursday after- noon,” Jane said. ‘T hope you're satisfied,’ her father said. Satisfied?” “It's perfectly obvious to me that you re out to cause as much trouble as you can,” her father said. “Whatever you do, don’t say any- thing to a news- paper reporter. | shallsend Doolittle and Dawson over with you on Thurs- day afternoon. You will plead guilty.” The Motorcycie Cop Has Tire Trouble use. There’s just nothing to do about it. We'll have to get married and take a little house in West- \ i/ port.” 2 ; ‘*] think that would be perfect,” Jane said. So they did just that, with one in- terpolation: When they reached the great stone gate of Sherwood Forest they stopped, and the newspapermen came up and asked Jane for a state- ment. Andinspite of Doolittle and Dawson, and O’Brienand Burke, she gave a brief one, She said: **Please say that I had a perfectly beautiful time.” Jane thought her father deserved to that in the newspapers, for stopping all of Ed- die’s messages to her before they reached her. see

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Perfectly safe, | | ' THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6,19350 THE HYPOTHESIS OF ARTEMIS ‘I have made some really excellent Latin puns.” There, there,”’ she said soothingly. ‘It won't hurt after mother putson the liniment.” He armored with his best class- room dignity. ‘1 shall go to my room,” he said coldly : “but before I go sire to assure you that I am in no de- gree inspired by jealousy of yourself. The proposition is absurd.” ‘In fact, you rather dislike me.” ‘l believe my sentiment is rather one of indifference.” Caroline closed her eyes dreamily. ‘He woke up,”’ she said crooningly, “to find himself in a new and wonderful and beautiful world all full of singing birds and humming bees and blossom- ing flowers, and he rubbed his eyes and asked, ‘Where am I?’ And then the good fairy poked him in the tummy with her wand and said, * Be yourself, young man, you ain't nowheres but in “arose, de- love.” ‘You are indelicate,”’ said the pro- fessor. ‘I've found out,”’ said Caroline, ‘that the way to erack a cobblestone is with a sledge hammer.” ‘l bid vou good afternoon,” Erasmus Orson distantly. The next day, to Caroline's expressed disgust, was spent in wandering through the vast areas of the Vatican, from which they returned so weary that a few hours of rest were demanded. she stood in the doorway of her room Caroline turned. ‘‘Nobody,”’ she said, “ever seems to have succeeded in mak- ing a definition of art. I've done it.” said ‘What, then, isart?”’ asked Erasmus Orson with a tolerant smile. “Art.” said Caroline, “is that form of publie nuisance which teaches one to hate pictures and brings on sore feet.” Three hours later she appeared freshed and lovely, with good humor restored and eves bright with anticipa- tion of come what may. I don't want to dine with this mar- quis,’ the professor said sullenly. ‘Marquises are good for professors,” she said, ‘‘as quinine is good for ma- laria.”’ ‘I am not Orson. jealous,’ said Erasmus * Certainly not,’ agreed Caroline de- murely. ‘l am glad,” he said, ‘“‘yvou have come to your senses ‘ “Oh, sir! Thank you, sir! Their motor drove up before Eras- mus Orson could weigh, appraise and reply to this irritating humility. He glowered during the brief drive and scowled as they alighted at the door of the Marquis dei Pitati, and his silence vibrated with disapproval as they en- tered the salon to be received by their and presented to the distinguished Doctor Cariani, of Padua, the Contessa da Congeliano and Lady Nevill, an Englishwoman who, even in her dinner wearing riding host rown, seemed to be clothes. He did not thaw until Doetor Cari- ani mentioned Etruscan inseriptions, and then he quite forgot the rest of the company in learned argument with the fat, bearded little savant. Just as they were going in to dinner Cariani lifted his voice and bellowed across the room to his host: ‘I tell vou we should make that excavation. 1, Giovanpietro Cariani, say it.” * Doetor! Doctor!” expostulated the marquis good-humoredly. (Continued from Page 25 “T say we should make a so-little ex- cavation to demonstrate my theory. If lam wrong—pouf! It is over. If | am right, eh? And I am right. Again I say it: You must give me permission to dig.”” ‘You really must forgive the doc- tor,” said the marquis. “He's never happy without a spade in his hands. On the slightest excuse he would attack the dining-room floor with a mattock.” ‘It isnot so. But that mound is not a natural mound. That farm once the villa of a Roman senator. | must enter that mound or I die unhappy.” “What mound?” asked Caroline. **And why do you not let him dig?” ‘He wants to make holes in a farm of mine about twenty miles in the country, and I don't let him because as soon as I do he will lose interest in me and no longer come to make my table brilliant with his conversation.” “If the dear men wants to dig he should be let to dig,”’ said Lady Nevill. “See! I have an ally.’’ He shook his head ponderously. ‘I warn you. I shall come by night and dig secretly.” ‘If vou dig at all it will have to be secretly,”’ said the marquis, as though the subject annoyed him. ** There's the government.” “Oh,” exclaimed Caroline, “won't the government let you excavate?” ‘They have their prejudices,” said the marquis. ‘Then,’ Caroline said enthusias- tically, “let's have an excavation party. There's a social novelty for you! Sneak out with masks and dig surrep- titiously under the moon. With cara- biniert hiding behind bushes and spies lurking in tl e shadows.” *Caroline!"’ admonished Mrs. Luce. ‘The two professors could do the digging, and the rest of us would watch and eat luncheon. I'm for it. It sounds like adventure.” ‘To excavate,” said Doctor Cariani, “is not a parlor trick.”’ “Why not?” asked the rather opu- lent eontessa. “It has the merit of novelty.” ‘Dirt and insects!"’ said the mar- quis, wrinkling his fine nose. He succeeded adroitly in drawing them away from a topic of conversa- tion which seemed to annoy him, but he could not hold them away from it. Again and again during the dinner it raised itself again, and at each appear- ance it seemed to gain new adherents. The idea of a sort of excavation picnie, illicit, under the Italian moon was one to quicken jaded imaginations. At last the marquis shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands expres- sively. was ‘I live but to give pleasure to my friends. If they want to make holes in my property by the light of lanterns, who am I to deny them their innocent recreation? If the charming ladies have a passion for miasmas and mos- quitoes, let us then set a date and arrange to do it up in style.” ‘lam not a monkey on a stick that dig to make a spectacle of myself,’ said Doctor Cariani. ‘Any sacrifice for science, dear,” said Lady Nevill. ** To dig or not to dig. Dig on, gallant knight, fair behold your deeds! Why should digging be done privately, as, for in- stance, cleaning the teeth? It should be a public function amid cheers and waving banners.” ‘*At most it only can be exploratory, preliminary.” doctor eyes “Which wil! be ample, not to say sufficient,’’ Caroline said. “* I'm set on it. Please, marquis, when may we poke holes in your lawn?” ‘Lawn! It is more nearly than lawn. But I surrender. say Thursday night? opportunity swamp Shall we It will give me to make some slight ar- rangements. But, really, there must be discretion. I invite no trouble with the government—which doesn't love me too dearly at best.” ‘Thursday—good,” said Lady Nev- ill. The doctor snorted and devoted him- self tremendously to his food. The eon- signified her enthusiasm and Caroline appealed to her father. “We might dig up the mummy of a Roman senator,”” she said. ‘We are,” said Erasmus Orson se- verely, “in Italy, not Egypt.” ‘But a senator!’ Caroline ex- claimed. ‘Every senator I've met at home was a mummy anyhow. You don’t have to dig him up out of a tomb. We'll go, won't we, daddy?” ‘To be sure,” said Mr. Luce. So the outing was arranged, and on Thursday evening the party set out in motors for the farm. The marquis, having finally sueeumbed to the blan- dishments of his friends, entered into the affair with spirit and imagination. He invented details of secrecy and cast about the project dangers which, as they approached the dark farmhouse, had a certain effect upon the party. They actually felt stealthy; they glanced apprehensively over shoulders and conversed in whispers. ‘The actual digging,”’ whispered the marquis as they walked across a rocky tessa pasture and downward toward what seemed to be a small stream with marshy banks, “shall be done by laborers. They wait.”’ ‘They must wait,”’ said the doctor, “until I direct them. People do not excavate anywhere; no. It is a matter of science, of knowledge. I, Doctor Cariani, will show them where to sink the spade.” They paused in the shadows of the eypresses at the apex of a long, eaterpillar-shaped mound which the moon lighted to distinctness, and the marquis, standing beside Mr. Luce, said under his breath, “It is nonsense, but it amuses the ladies.” ‘Doctor Cariani takes it enough,” said the American. “All life is serious to the doctor. Now there will be learned argument.” He smiled. *‘When two savants meet, then comes the tug of war.” Cariani walked slowly about mound, studying its contours. ‘Unquestionably a tumulus,”’ Krasmus Orson. ‘In effect,’ said the doctor, ** not technically. Ah! Note here a econ- siderable depression. As the excavation is to be purely exploratory, this is an excellent spot to commence. Saving of the labor. Eh, you, Giuseppe,” he said in Italian, ‘ ‘dig here with caution.’ One of the laborers advaneed and sank his spade, while the others stood about in a ring, affected in their imagi- nations, as human beings must always be when holes are dug under the light of the moon. For the earth, from time immemorial, has been a hiding place; thus men have concealed their treas- ures, and thus the earth itself hides away from modern eyes that which flourished in the dawn of time. (Continued on Page 150 seriously the said though

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Feel the cotton inner layer against vo skin Phat sample tells the ry Send for t now “Must | catch cold?” s the name of a booklet preventior prey ured by Dr. Dp nemit an lr liionally known Duofold Health UndOerwear State EVENING POST (Continued from Page 148) “Anyhow,” said Caroline to Eras- mus Orson, “we ought to get some worms for bait.” They watched the digging for a time, but as nothing was thrown from the growing excavation but earth, as the spade rang upon no object of promise, the little party strolled away or found places where they might sit and chat. But not Cariani, nor the professor. They hovered over the hole, lanterns bobbing, the two of all the group who regarded the evening as more than an excuse for a pienic. Giuseppe continued to hurl out spadefuls of earth; then, of a sudden, he uttered a startled ery and clutched wildly at the edges of the cavity he had made in the mound—elutehed and scrambled in vain, for under the eyes of the two excited watchers the earth erumbled under his feet and he sank until nothing remained in view but head and shoulders and outflung arms. At the exeited shouts the party came running, and presently Giuseppe, frightened and shivering, was drawn to the surface, where he lay panting. Cariani lay upon his protuberant stomach and threw the beam of his electric torch into the exeavation. At the bottom was a jagged hole, black, seeming to proceed downward into the bowels of the earth. ‘What is it? What is it?” contessa, ‘Who can say?” vault, some tomb, ern. Ah, one would say with vaulted roof. Behold the edges of bricks! We must uneover more.”’ ‘It’s not safe,’ expostulated the marquis. “The whole thing may cave in, and I’m not going to have any of my men hurt.” ‘| dig myself,” said the doctor. e! We lay a beam across the top. We put around it a rope to fasten under my arms. Thus | cannot be en- guifed. Run quickly. Run! Run!” The laborers hastened to obey his directions, and equipped makeshift safety appliance he de- scended into the gaping hole. ‘Behold! I enlarge. I make greater the orifice. Then at the end of a rope | descend.” ‘Look out for bad air. doctor,” tioned Mr. Luce as Cariani, careless of garments or of heat, worked like a veritable beaver to enlarge the en- trance to the cavern. Reaching down, he gingerly de- tached a brick and tossed it to the sur- face. ** Roman, eh? Of that there is no doubt. Magnificent!’ He broke into a torrent of excited Italian, and then: ‘Now there is space. See, | have pro- vided the candle. I lower it into the eavern. Regard It burns steadily. The air is pure. Now will you be pleased to draw me up?” The laborers hauled him to the sur- face of the mound, where a longer rope was secured about his rotundity. cried the replied the doctor. “Some some Cav- with his eau- ‘Lower gently,’ he said. “We do not know the depth. Also there may be water.” They lowered him until he disap- peared in the darkness, whence his voice came presently. “It is good. I east off the | explore.”’ ‘IT can't have him down there alone,” said the marquis irritably. ‘I wish also to descend,” ropes. said the professor. One after the other they were low- ered into the blackness until their feet rested upon an uneven, rubble-strewn floor. It seemed to be a vault or cellar, irregular in shape, with vaulted and groined roof, considerable in extent and December 6,19350 clogged with rubbish, and the two pro- fessors tramped about feverishly, their electric torches darting here and there. ‘Every ounce must be sifted,” bel- lowed the doctor as he clawed with his hands at a heap of earth and bricks “*See—an urn, a fragment!” Professor Fox moved away to the left and threw the beam of his torch through a low archway, stooped to enter. It was ar some eight feet square, must) with the rubbish of centuries. His light flicked to and fro until he started with a sudden exclamation as the beam came to rest upon what seemed to be a mud-incrusted human hand. The sight was unpleasant, but he forced himself to kneel and touch the fingers. They were hard and cold—not human, not flesh and blood, He picked away the hardened earth to disclose slender, tapering fingers of marble, and then a wrist and forearm of rare grace He arose and stepped to the archway, through which he ealled: ‘* Doctor Cariani, come here. | made a discovery of interest.” The marquis and the doctor made their entrance, and at the sight of the marble hand Cariani seemed suddenly to depart into a robust sort of demen- tia. He fell upon his knees and dug with bare hands like a dog at a wood- chuck hole, panting, muttering.exclaim- ing; and, infected by the ¢ both the marquis and the professor aided him until they laid bare a dis- colored marble of more than life size, a woman's figure, beautiful even through its disfiguring stains. which he 1apartment . clogged but stone. seem to have xcitement, They stood back to regard it. * Arte- mis,” said the doctor. “Greek not Roman! Beautiful! Supreme! Behold! All this magnificence, this beauty, this conception of a master, has lain here through the centuries, and it remains for me, Cariani, to bring it to the light of day. The achievement lifetime. A masterpiece! Wrought by whom? By no clumsy Roman! No! No! No! But the facile hand of a Grecian master. Who shall say? Per- haps by the hand of Praxiteles him- self!” The marquis frowning, his brows bent in what seemed to be un- pleasant reflection. ** You think, Cari- ani, this is a statue of importance? “My friend, it is more beautiful than the Medici Venus! It will take rank with the Milo. I, Cariani, say this is the most astounding discovery of this generation.” ‘Ah! Then, doubtless, it is of con- siderable value.” ‘Beyond computation.” *“indeed.”” Again the flected. ‘Gentlemen,’ he to crown a stood marquis re- said pres- ently, “I must here pledge you to secrecy. You know the attitude of the government toward such matters. | think it will be well for us to ascend now, but first I ask for your pledge not to mention this discovery permission. I must have sider.”’ ‘The matter is,”’ said Professor Fox, *“vour personal affair.”’ ‘But my fame! I, C compelled the excavation, to light this marvel! ‘In good time, doctor. | You shall have your reward if there be any rewards. But for the time being— silence.” ‘It is for you doctor said surlily. ‘Come then, the party will be grow- ing anxious. When we reach the surface I will speak to them.” (Continued on Page 153 without my time to con- ariani, who who brought -atience, to command,” the 7,

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ww (Continued from Page 150 One by one they were drawn upward, to be received in a shower of questions which the marquis answered cour- teously and unhurriedly. He described the large vault in which they had found themselves and indicated the possibil- ity that search might disclose objects of interest among the rubbish, but no word of the marble Artemis. The doe- tor was discreetly voluble, but Erasmus Orson clamped tight his lips and said nothing at all. Supper was spread and waiting under the cypresses and, after a time, their adventure accomplished not with- out success, the party sped toward Rome. ‘] never in my born days,” said Caroline, “saw anybody so abysmally silent as you've been since you emerged from that hole. What ails you?” “| have an aversion to erypts,”’ said the professor, “especially such as are the property of a marquis.” “Still jealous, eh?” “Are you,” he asked irrelevantly, “familiar with hypotheses?” “I've never kept one as a pet.” **A hypothesis is a suppositive state of things assumed as a basis of reason- ing,”’ said Erasmus Orson. “What has that to do with jeal- ousy ts ‘Il am not thinking of jealousy; I am vexed by a hypothesis.” ‘Is holding hands good for it? Be- cause you may hold my hand if you like. It isn’t compromising, leads to nothing in particular, and is indulged in by the best people at the full of the moon.” ‘| have no desire to hold your hand,” said Erasmus. “If I wish to hold a hand I can hold my own. If your conversation must consist of ab- surdities | would be grateful if you would refrain from talking, because I desire to scrutinize certain occurrences in search of confirmative data.”’ “| wish I had ridden with the mar- quis,” said Caroline. “In that wish,”’ he said somewhat crossly, “* you may consider us as one.” “Of all things! Just for that I shan’t speak to you again tonight.” “Thank you,” said Erasmus Orson, and relapsed into brooding silence. At the hotel she marched up to bed, her chin in the air, but if she expected to derive any benefit from that line of endeavor she encountered only disap- pointment, for Professor Fox was totally unaware of it. It is doubtful if he knew she went or when she went. He puckered his brow and concen- trated. Thinking was a serious matter with him, not to be undertaken lightly or frivolously. At last he got into his bed. ** I must, I fear,”’ he said to him- self, “await confirmatory phenomena.” At teatime next afternoon the mar- quis made his appearance and, after fulfilling the social amenities, turned to Mr. Luee. “Sir,”’ he said, **I should be grateful for half an hour of your time. I am in somewhat of a quandary, and would be relieved if I could state the facts to you and ask your advice as to the course I should follow. Also Pro- fessor Fox, if he would be so good.” *Certainly,”” Mr. Luce said; “shall we go up to my room?” They ascended and took chairs. “Naturally you regard this as odd,” said the marquis. ** But here is a matter in which I hesitate to consult any countryman of mine. Besides, I wish to have the opinion of a mind not given to emotional upheavals.” “Go ahead,’ Mr. Luce said. ‘As to the facts, Professor Fox can confirm what I have tosay. Last night, THE SATURDAY as you know, over my protests, Doctor Cariani was permitted to dig into a mound upon a farm of mine. You were present at the discovery of a cavern which might have been an ancient cel- lar or crypt. Three of us descended. It was Professor Fox who made the dis- covery.” “What discovery?” ““A marble Artemis,” quis. “In a heap of rubbish,” Erasmus Orson. “We uncovered it as best we could, and Doctor Cariani, in his enthusiasm, declared it to be the most important artistic discovery of the generation. I do not know. He is an expert in such matters. If it is true, it is‘important. I therefore pledged the two to secrecy until | could consider what is best to be done. | am not, as you may sup- pose, a wealthy man.” ‘*“Indeed,”’ said Mr. Fox. ‘**Also you are aware of the attitude of my government toward works of art.” “Tam,” said Mr. Luce. “Then, sir, in the circumstances, and assuming the Artemis to be of great importance and what would you advise?” “You saw this statue, professor?” “It was I who found it **What is vour opinion of it?” ‘Il am not versed in art. It was the figure of a young woman in a some- what stilted Anatomically she appeared to be admirable.”’ “Doctor Cariani declares it to be Hellenistic, not Roman, and that she is superior to the Medici Venus and a rival of the Venus of the Louvre.” “If this is true,.”” Mr. Luce said, “it is astounding. Its merits can be deter- mined. But your problem, marquis? I understand you wish to be advised how best to derive a profit from the matter.” “Exactly.” “It might, | by the state.” ** Precisely.” “It would be difficult to sell it to a private person in your country without having the fact become public.”’ “That is the difficulty. Also, my countrymen are not wealthy The state would forbid its exporta- tion.” ‘Without question.” said the mar- confirmed ancient value, pose. understand, be seized ‘*Nevertheless, | understand, such matters have been arranged.” ‘Il do not know as to that, Mr. Luce.” ‘I should like to see this statue be- fore advising you further. | under- stand it is on the market.” ‘**| have more use for lire than I have for statues,”’ said the marquis. ** You may see the Artemis whenever you wish.” **Now,” said Mr. Luce a time as any.” ‘I,” said the professor, “shall be occupied. I have letters to write and must visit a friend at the American Academy.” Mr. Luce nodded abstractedly. * All right, professor, see you in ehureh.” Erasmus Orson went downstairs and paused a moment in the archway, not to watch the dancers, but rather to formulate his plans for the remainder of the afternoon. Caroline saw him, motioned, and when her signs remained unnoticed, walked across the floor to his side. “You may dance with me,” she said. “I do not dance.” “T’ll teach you tomorrow.” ** Decidedly, you shall not,”’ he said. I am now proceeding to the American “IS as rood EVENING POST Academy —after I have dispatched a telegram.” “And 1,” said Caroline ‘am ceeding with you.” pro- ‘Il do not wish vour company,” he said. “But you're going to have it just the same. Whatisthe American Academy ‘A school of art.’ “Come along, then. I’ve a school of art.”’ He did not quite know what to do about it, but before he could do any- thing Caroline preceded him to the street, and presently he sat morosely by her side in a taxicab. She eyed him slantwise as they rode in silence, pass- never seen ing through squalid, grimy quarters to climb the eminence across the Tiber, and to drive through that quarter of small villas and pleasant homes until, unexpectedly, they came building of the Academy They entered the courtyard and dis- covered the office, where Erasmus Orson inquired for his friend, who ap- peared with the hand of welcome upon the “Do not,” he exclaimed, ‘tell me this is a wedding trip!” ‘It is not! Decidedly it is not! This | did not want her to come, but she came never- young woman is Miss Luce theless.’ That,” would not Danvers, to the said young Mr have irritated me point of suicide ™ Show her something to amuse her Erasmus said helplessly to show her “Cet someon pietures or or tell her stories, or something | want to talk with you privately.’ I wish,” said Mr. Danvers vou would talk privately with someone else so I could tell Miss Luce stories.” * Your imagination,” “exaggerates the pleasure you would said Krasmus derive from that occupation.” At which, in a most undignified manner, Caroline winked at Mr. Dan- vers, who returned the amenity with enthusiasm; nevertheless, he permitted himself to be led from the Erasmus Orson, who propounded to him a set of questions and thereto the answers of an expert and of room by re eived one well versed in his environment Whereupon they returned to Caroline who said gravely to Mr. Danvers ‘He acts this way because he's jeal He can't meet another man.” “He women,’ Danvers said contidentiall ‘But I think he truly loves me,” said Caroline It’s just his manner.” ‘You are on the telephone?” Eras mus asked. * Yes,’ answered Mr “You first-class bear to have me even ous. was always that way about Dat vers reniu \ hgnt know, really he’s a man. But cockeyed as to ethics. Can't under stand him. Maybe he gets fun out of it wie ‘Such a sense of humor protie i mus, “would afford me scant satisfac- tion.” Danvers saw them to the ear. The professor continued to be distrait until they reached the hotel again, nor could Caroline arouse him either by railler or by the exertion of that charm which she knew so well how to use in her less perverse moments Mr. Luce had not vet returned, but before it was time to sit down to dinner he arrived in a state of elated excitement ‘* Professor.” he said as the y sat down at table, “it’s a wonder! It’s superb | don’t bought some pretty rood stuff to pre- mind saying I've sent to the museum at home, but noth- ing like this. Continued on Page 155 Magnificent! Why, all the For the feet of — kids who are loved DP HARRISHDW & MEG COMPANY D. P. Harris Buslding New York, N. ¥ | New Revised Course 1 i . mare day t - ’ i k ‘ Send fom ‘ hi 1 \ j i . 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(Continued from Page 153 world will come to see it. A Praxiteles! Think of that!” “What daddy?” Mr. Luce swallowed. ‘‘I—er—a pri- vate matter as yet. It cannot be dis- cussed.” “Then,” said Caroline ‘““why do you discuss it?”’ Her father turned again to the pro- fessor. ‘‘I shall buy it. I shall smuggle it out of this country. Watch me! It'll be standing on a pedestal right in my home town, and I guess it'll make the rest of these collectors go pop-eyed, eh? Praxiteles!”’ “Did he sign it?” dryly. Mr. Luce blinked. ‘‘Of course not. But every work of art contains internal evidence of its authorship.” “Visible to experts,” said Erasmus Orson. ‘**An expert has vouched for it.” “Ah, an expert from Padua, doubt- less?” ““None other. But suppose it isn’t Praxiteles? Suppose its authorship can- not be identified? It remains a great work of art from the golden period of Greece. You should know as well as anyone else that it is actually ancient. You found it, didn’t you?”’ “Found what, daddy?” “You will know in good time, cun- ning. It’s a secret yet.” “It seems to be,”’ Caroline said with meaning. **When did you find it, pro- fessor?"’ Then her eves grew big. “Oh! I know. It’s what's been eating you. When you went down in that hole the other night you found something. | thought you acted sort of gaga when you came up. And you'd try to keep it from little Caroline! How perfectly absurd.” “It is not to be questioned that | found it,”’ said Erasmus Orson. “Come clean!’’ Caroline insisted. Lay all before your little daughter.” Mr. Luce spread his hands helplessly. “We found a statue,”’ he said. “Of Artemis,”” added the professor. “In that hole?” asked Caroline. Her father nodded. “And you, daddy, are going to buy it to be the crowning glory of your old museum ?”’ “T am.” Caroline made a grimace. “And | thought,” she said dolefully, ** the mar- quis was attracted by my beautiful eyes. And how much are you going to pay for this lady who hides in cellars?” “The price hasn't been settled. We are to discuss that here tomorrow—and methods of getting Artemis out of Italy.” “And in the meantime,” said Caro- line, ‘we are going to a motion-picture palace where they ruin five-year-old American motion pictures with fourth- rate vaudeville. I’m pining for a movie.” ‘Do I have to go?”’ Mr. Luce asked pitifully. ° “Oh, no, daddy. Professor Fox, who spends all his evenings in America at the pictures, is taking me.” “IT wish to read,” said Orson. **Utterly impossible,”’ said Caroline, ‘so finish your sweet and come along.”’ The evening was spent in a box watching Mr. Douglas Fairbanks as d’Artagnan. It gave no pleasure whatever to Pro- fessor Fox, but for all that he realized with misgivings that he would rather be where he was than anywhere else on arth. It was a fact, and he faced it, though he could not understand it. “I! are you raving about, sensibly, asked Erasmus Erasmus THE SATURDAY find,” he said, *‘that I experience a cer- tain peace of mind when | am in your company, Miss Luce. A species of con- tentment which I am at a loss to ex- plain.” “T might help you if asked prettily.”’ she said. “T faney not.” “Do you so? In that case I shan’t try. Let’s walk back to the hotel. It isn’t more then eight or ten miles.” So they walked and listened to the night sounds of Rome, and Erasmus Orson found that ancient languages were not an adequate topic, nor was historical anecdote. In short, he found no adequate topic, and walked in si- lence. He said good night reflectively and retired to his room, there to sit upon his bed, listen to quarreling eats and clanking machinery for the clean- ing of streets, and to endeavor to diag- nose the peculiar mental condition in which he found himself. He reached no logical conclusion. At three o'clock the next afternoon, according to appointment, the Marquis dei Pitati appeared with Doctor Cari- ani for companion. Mr. Luce had re- quested Professor Fox to be present at the conference, and the four secluded themselves in Mr. Luce’s parlor. *First,”’ said Mr. Luce, “before we discuss the matter of price I would like some assurance that it will be possible to get Artemis past the inspection of the authorities.” **Perhaps,”’ suggested Erasmus Or- son, “the learned Doctor Cariani may, out of his vast experience, be enabled to make a suggestion.” ‘IT heard once,” said the doctor, “of an instance where the following expedi- ent was successful: A statue was to be sent to America. The purchaser commissioned a certain young sculptor to fashion in plaster a replica of the statue, but larger by a trifle in all its dimensions. This replica was delivered publicly—patently new and obviously plaster—for all the world to view. It was smashed to fragments and the dust carried privately away. But the real statue, covered with a thin layer of plaster, was left in its place. To be shipped openly across the sea. No dif- ficulties were encountered.” **Feasible,”” commented Mr. Luce. **But one must find a sculptor capable of such work.” **I—er—I imagine I may be of use in that respect,’’ said Erasmus Orson. *“No need, professor,”’ said Cariani. “T can lay hands on such a man with- out trouble.” ‘Nevertheless,’ said Erasmus, “‘! should wish you to interview my man before further steps are taken. It can be done without prejudice. Indeed, | think he waits below. 1 will have him brought here.” Not waiting for a reply, he stepped to the door and vanished into the cor- ridor, to return after a few minutes ac- companied by a young man, obviously American—an odd-looking young man, striking, unusual, but somehow a trifle aside from the normal. How or why one could not state with certainty, but one could not suppress the feeling that something was askew. “May I present Mr. Hyssop?” asked Erasmus. “A sculptor of genius. Prob- ably the world does not hold his equal in the ability to create statues of the best Grecian period. Not replicas, you understand, but originals which con- tain in themselves adequate evidence of antiquity. Perhaps you will remem- ber that Michelangelo was a sponsor of this device. He once carved a Cupid which he contrived to have found, and which was pronounced by experts to EVENING POST be a real treasure of ancient Greece. Mr. Hyssop follows this illustrious ex- ample.” Mr. Luce shake hands, but neither the marquis nor Cariani stirred. Instead they with t faces, in attitudes of stiffness which in- arose to sat dicated some measure of tension. Eras- mus Orson cleared his throat as if about to commence a classroom lecture. “IT propose now,” he said, “to state a hypothesis, which, for the sake of clarity, I shall designate the Hypothe- sis of Artemis.” “But,” asked Mr. Luce a trifle im- patiently, “can’t we go ahead with our negotiations?” * Directly, sir, directly. One must form hypotheses for purposes of reason- ing or experiment. Some hint or desire leads to the formation of a hy pothesis Or, perhaps, some prejudice. It was so in my case. A prejudice, if | may say so without offense, against the personality of the Marquis dei Pitati.”’ “ Here, here, professor. What are you up to?” This from Mr. Luce. “In short,” said Erasmus, “I did not like him. I was repelled by his appearance; | regarded his manners as regrettable; and his conversation gave me, as | have heard my students say, a pain in the neck.” “Now, now. This is not business.” But Erasmus persisted. * Therefore, when the marquis called without ade- quate reason; when we were invited to his dinner: when the evening reeked with suggestions of excavations: when the marquis was forced against his will to invite us to his farm for digging pur- the hypothesis commenced to take nebulous form. In short, I formed the minor one that the marquis made our acquaintance with mind.”’ * Ridiculous !"’ quis. 4 Further,” Professor Fox inexorably, “‘when the excavation was so immediately successful; when we de- == poses, excavation in exclaimed the mar- went on seended into the cavern; when I was permitted to discover a marble hand extending from its bed of rubbish .Ww hen we were cautioned to secrecy, the hy- pothesis took form.” ‘You come close to the border line of insult,”’ said the marquis. “And,”’ continued Erasmus Orson, “when the marquis appeared to lay his secret before Mr. Luce, the hypothesis was complete. I therefore sought data in support thereof.” “What you getting at, fessor?”’ asked Mr. Luce uneasily. “a therefore wired an ¢ xchange are pro- pro- Padua for information respecting Doctor Cariani I learned that he was dismissed from the faculty for participating in certain artistic frauds—no less than the sale of forged objects of art.” Cariani started to his feet, but the professor wagged his hand at him im- fessor at the University of peratively, and he seated himself again “T then sopght advice from one who understands such matters and learned of Mr Hyssop whose protession is the forging of given the names of no museums which exhibit proudly ex- amples of his art. | was informed that he has no peer. Therefore | made con- tact with him and induced him to ap- Mr Hyssop of course, is the sculptor of the Artemis under discussion. My hypothesis has in brief, become a theorem after which I feel myself entitled to set down the letters Q. E. 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(Continued from Page 155 young Mr. Hyssop. “This one,” he said, ‘‘seems to have stepped on a ba- nana peeling. Well, better luck next time. I think I'll be going to tea. Good afternoon, and delighted to have met you.” The marquis was on his feet. ‘I shall demand satisfaction for this insult to my honor,” he said hotly. **A friend shall wait upon you.” “In the meantime,” said Erasmus placidly, “I wish you would go away and take the doctor with you. I1—er— orsixteen thousand dollars a vear. They have a house which cost nearly thirty thousand dollars,and part of the cost was a present from one of the wife's relatives. The rest of it they carry on a mortgage. They have two children, and except in times when a trained nurse is needed for illness or a cateress for a party, they employ two competent servants, a nurse and a cook. My friend is her own housemaid, and the nursemaid doubles as a waitress. They have two cars, but no chauffeur. There is not much ex- travagance in dress in that household and they travel very little. But they both are fond of golf. The provision bill is about a hundred and ten dollars a month, and by having cheap meat and small oranges it can be held down to ninety. That saves two hundred and forty dollars a year. The economy on light might run to twenty-five dollars a year. The reduction in the clothes ac- count might be a couple of hundred dollars, but as it comes in gusts and there is usually a period of reaction when my friend gets bitter at what she terms shabbiness and gets one “good coat,”’ or one “decent evening dress,” or a few new day dresses, with hats to “make her look that saving is usually canceled. With all her worry and her plunges at cuts, it is clear that she is not making much of an impression on her expenses in the way respectable,” she is going about it. Hit-or-Miss Saving “Well, what can I do?” 1 appreciate that it is none of my business, but I well as does that she could do something more if she had to. For one thing, she rates most of her luxuries as necessities. Her charming house is a larger one than she needs and the taxes on it are very high. Yet I suppose that nothing but the death of her husband would make her give it up. They have two cars, both taking a steady toll of insurance, re- pairs and gasoline. They are convinced that they need them both, for the hus- band uses his all day long. They could probably get along with one servant if they had to do it. But these are not the places in which they start to cut. When they the man stops going to his club quite so frequently or decides not to buy a new overcoat. His wife buys a pot roast and tells the cook that the gas bill is too high and wonders what happens to the butter. But a finger can stop a hole in a dike only when the finger fits the hole. I know another woman who has a reputation for always being well dressed as well as beautiful, and yet for years I have never known her to buy any- thing without being oppressed by the fact that it had to be paid for. That attitude of hers antedates anything she asks. know as she worry about money, THE SATURDAY if I may say so, I find your presence ex- ceedingly annoying.”’ He paused. “And about your friend—the one you pro- pose to send: I suggest that you warn him of my irritability. My temper is regrettably hasty. If he comes and | am still in my present humor, I might forget myself to the extent of—er— throwing him out on his ear.” Mr. Luce stood up grimly. “ For two cents I'd have an order of that my- self." He motioned toward the door. “On your way before my blood pres- sure goes up another notch.” CUTTING EXPENSES Continued from Page 27 that happened in the stock market recently. Yet she has never been in want. Since her marriage her husband has always had a good position and made quite large sums of money. They are more socially minded than the first couple, and go about a good deal, stop- ping at expensive hotels, taking fast boats and entertaining freely wherever they are. They own no home of their own except a small cottage in the coun- try, but they have a charming apart- ment in town. Her cry invariably is, ‘We haven't anything to show for what we spend. I'm going to turn over a new leaf. We're going to cut down on everything.” Keeping Up With the Joneses If you ask her what she means, she will repeat that she is going to “cut to the bone.”’ But the next time you have dinner in her apartment, cocktails and wine and cordial will be served. The gin is the kind that costs ten to twelve dollars a bottle, and that couple wouldn't think that they could have a party without it. But I suppose that since prohibition they have spent enough money on liquor to run into the thousands which they would like to have saved. That, again, is her business and her husband's business. But there is some- thing very blind about it. They pick away at petty economies, they chip off little pieces of expenditure, but they never do anything to alter their manner of living, and they will not look at the whole picture of themselves and their expenses. One can see why. They are caught. We all are caught more or less by our own possessions. They are changelings. They come to many of us as luxuries and turn to before they have been in the house overnight. A woman who is used to a children’s nurse cannot imagine taking the full care of her young children. A man who takes his car downtown finds it difficult to contemplate forty minutes street car. The extra the rooms, the individual bathrooms slip into our lives as things which we must have. It has been drummed into our ears that the cost of living in the United States is excessive. We spend too much money. Perhaps we do, but as long as we have it to spend, it does not seem to me to be such a desperately necessities on a cars, extra serious situation. There is nothing really wrong in spending money. The trouble is that we are actually beginning to regard it as at least a venial sin. The sense of guilt which accompanies so much spending seems much more serious than the expenditures them- selves. Men buy a house and worry over it instead of taking a natural pride in being householders. Women, EVENING POST The nobleman and the savant with- drew not gloriously. Mr. Luce wilted, the embarrassed schoolboy. * Listen, professor,”’ he begged. ‘* Don't became women. This is one they'd have on me till my dying day. Let's go to the bar and have one or a couple.” *T never,” give me away to my said Erasmus Orson, “*in- dulge in spirituous beverages—except upon the verification of a hypothesis.” Editor's Note by Mr. Kelland twentieth This is one of a series of stories The next will appear December who are the great and diversified spend- ers, fuss about the cost of e\ erything It seems abnormal. Money is only a sym- bol of value, and value is only power in exchange. If we and get what we want, there exchange wisely is ho rea- son for se lf-reproach. The point that brings up is that many people are want, and terror of not sure of what they do 0 they live in a constant cheated. They their wants not on their mutual desires but their friends their neighbors apparently and as loose-rooted and unconfident in turn, it contented being base and desire: on what these are nervous and dis- not If peo- makes a society. It also does tend to bring out pe rsonality,. ple were not afraid to be originals in- stead of copies, they would not have so much trouble in cutting expenses. To pick up the old, useful truism, they would make their expenses serve them instead of serving their expenses. But in addition to the fear of slipping back, of stepping behind in the parade, is the fact that many of them have no com- pensations for the lack of possessions To give a dinner without liquor, to sell a car, to along without a nurse means that they cut the flimsy founda- tions from under their lives. ret Budget Blues And yet they cannot help their at- tacks of worry. We all have them. They begin with the feeling that what we get out of life is what we putting into it. Those hours spent w ith not worth are bills or budgets when we actually sum up what it has cost to maintain one or two or three people comfortably for a short period, and find invariably that our original estimates have been ex- ceeded, can be very depressing It is not the financial condition of the coun- try that worries us so much as a sense of personal failure to get good values out of living Something seems to be using all our time, taking all our ener gies and eating up our incomes without making a sufficient return. Those are the hours that take the out of men and women, and wilt the hope in them They drive in And much of that must be life a philosop! y of secret PeSSITHISIN unnecessar\ If we do our social duty in the ex- tended sense and pay our debts and take care of those dependent upon us the rest isa matter of temperament. Of eourse one man's thrift ean be another man’s poison. Or a woman's extrava- gance can be a man’s poison when if exists under his own roof. 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It is a curious thing, but very often people who seem the most eareless spenders can stiffen up beautifully to an honest demand for retrenchment. Among my acquaintances are a great many delightful and frugal people who enjoy saving. It gives them great pleasure. I know plenty of others who would be out of character if they tried to do it. I am not sorry for either kind. But I am very sorry for people who suffer as they spend. Once, in a Paris shop, I saw a woman whose face I have not forgotten, though the incident occurred more than a year ago and lasted only five minutes. She was a very well-dressed American woman and she was making a terrific scene because she was convinced that she had been cheated of a pair of gloves. She had ordered a dozen pairs—there was no escaping the story, for it was being declaimed through the shop— and only eleven had reached her. They seemed to have a record that twelve pairs had been sent and the manager was reluctant to give her another pair. He suggested that if the package had been left in her hotel room one might have been taken out. The American woman was sailing the next day and she was furiously angry. She spoke of the way she had been cheated in French shops. Outside the sun was sifting down on a beautiful Paris in which she had less than a day to remain. And as | looked at her face and her concentra- tion on that missing pair of gloves I wanted to tell her what a fool she was. She wore too many diamonds and her hotel was too expensive a one to make me disturbed about the loss she had incurred. She looked at me and, real- izing that I, too, was American, ex- claimed, “You get so wild when you think of the amount you spend and the way they try to cheat you!” All for a Pair of Gloves Then I knew what was the matter and why the incident was, as they say, ‘burning her up.” I am really quite convineed that they were not trying to cheat her at all. There were very nice people in that shop, though they found Americans difficult. But the thing that was disturbing the woman who had lost a pair of gloves was the thought of the amount she had spent. That was what was making her suffer. Her fuss about the gloves was an attempt to make herself believe she was wise and thrifty, and the cost was considerable to her nerves, to the pleasure of being in Paris, which she had come so far to seek, and to the general reputation of December 6, 1930 Americansabroad. Besides, it was such a nice day—altogether too fine a one to deface with a quarrel over a sixty or seventy frane pair of gloves. But that was only my opinion. It is certainly true that possessions are immediately depreciated in value when they are not enjoyed, and ex- penses which are only a load are usu- ally not worth the carrying. If all the pleasure goes out of our expenditures we are on the wrong track. There are two things to do, and they can be either alternates or complements to each other. We can have as much as our incomes will allow and carry our spending like a gaudy banner, or we ean do without things and cherish our economies. In any case, there should not be so many dragging consciences. Most of us know where wisdom lies. There should be something saved, many things enjoyed, something occa- sionally wasted. The sum total makes up a human being and allows for the variation of his mood. A Good Lesson for Somebody Else Hardly anyone who is always con- sistent about expenditures is also very interesting. There is something about extravagance and even about miserli- ness which adds color to personality. | know one frugal man who might be ex- ceedingly dull if he were not willing to pay forty to a hundred dollars for peony roots. Perhaps his frugality is his charm. Perhaps it is his single stroke of lavishness. At any rate, no one has much right to preach. That was brought home to me rather forcefully once after a cer- tain story of mine had been published in which a young and reckless wife spent too much money on clothes and came to some bad end or other. It was one of my earlier stories and a kindly gentleman spoke well of it, as convey- ing what he called a very good lesson. “T suppose you got a check for that,’’ he said. I admitted that had been one of the nice features of the story. “And,” he said with a trace of fatuousness, ““what did you spend all the money for?” Well, | thought I might as well be honest, so I told him that I spent most of it on clothes. And, fortunately, he laughed. I still remember those clothes. In fact, looking backward, I find that I do not resent any of my extravagances as much as I do my worries about them. As for expenses, I long ago learned the way to cut my own, and that was to admit that everything I particularly liked was an extravagance and must be lopped off ruthlessly. The only trouble is that my expenses are like grass. After a good cutting, they come in thicker. However, let him who has done it successfully cast the first stone.

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position where she’s got to play along with them.” ** Mebbe that’s right,’’ Olson insisted. “But you’re goin’ to see her today anyway. If I were you I'd tell her the whole story. It'd be better comin’ from you first, Eddie. You can bet your last dime that those bums’ll get to her soon enough. They'll try to fix her to work against you and pull in their camp. You go an’ talk it over with Betty. That's my best hunch. Let’s see what she says about it. After we know that, we'll know a whole lot.” Eddie called Betty on the telephone and they arranged a luncheon engage- ment. There was no matinée that after- noon, so they decided they would take a ride in the roadster. During the meal Eddie could not bring himself to the subject uppermost in his mind. How- ever, when they got into the car and the city streets fell away for the calm and quiet beauty of the countryside, Eddie’s courage returned and he looked suddenly at the girl and stopped the car beside the road. “Once,” he began, * you had a favor to ask of me, Betty. And you remember how you asked it?” “Of course, I do, Eddie,” the girl returned. ‘* You promised, I remember, to do it for me before you even discov- ered what I was going to ask.” “That's right,” Eddie nodded. **Maybe you don’t know it, Betty, but I'd de anything in the world for you.” She looked up at him, her great eyes suddenly soft. This escaped Eddie’s notice. He was like a man who reaches the point of a test and lunges ahead on sheer determination. ‘““Now,” he went on, “I got a favor to ask of you. | got to tell you some- thing, Betty—something that means everything to me. Has Scale Murphy, or Tommy, or their lawyer been asking you about our contract?” “No,” the girl said slowly. “No one has spoken to me about that, Eddie. Why?” * Well, I'm havinga battle with them. They're crooked, Betty. They're trying to steal Bat Bradford away from Oley Olson. You like Oley, don’t you?” “Of course I do.” **Well, he discovered Bat Bradford. There'll be a whole lot of money in Bat’s fight with me. Those crooks are trying to cheat Oley out of his fair share of that money. I won't stand for it.” “T should say not,”’ Betty answered simply. “I shouldn't think you would stand for it, Eddie. Oley Olson is one of the nicest men I’ve ever met.” “I talked with their lawyer yester- day,’’ Eddie went on harshly. As he talked he shifted his eyes from those of the girl and would not look at her. ‘I got to tell you this, Betty, in my own way,” he explained. “I’m not very good with words.”’ Suddenly she laid her hand on his knee as they sat there in the ear. ““Go ahead, Eddie. I'm listening,” she encouraged. “You're dreadfully upset about something. I only hope I ean help you.” “It’s about the contract you and I signed when we first went into this publicity business, Betty. If you re- member, we agreed we wouldn't marry for five years.” “Yes,” the girl answered. ‘ Why, Eddie? Do you want to marry some- body?” “No! No! I should say not. They’re holding that contract over my head, THE SATURDAY CHAMP (Continued from Page 40 Betty. They tell me that if I don’t play along with them so that they can cheat Olson, you'll turn against me because I will be criticized in the newspapers. They say if I get a bad name with the public, you won't be able to pose any longer as my sweetheart. That will cost you thousands and thousands of dol- lars, they claim, and it will cost them just as much.” “But why,” the girl asked, mysti- fied, ‘‘should you get a bad name in the newspapers? What have you done that’s wrong?’ “TI knew I'd have to tell you these things sometime,” Eddie said hope- lessly. “* Honest, Betty, | haven't done things that are wrong. But Tommy and Seale Murphy have. I might as well admit that three or four of my fights haven't really been fights at all. I know the Fetter match was a fake and I’m sure that others were too. | never knew it before I got in the ring. All of it was planned by Tommy and Seale Murphy when they decided to make me heavyweight champion. I used that against them when they started to cheat Olson,” Eddie ex- plained. “I charged them with fixing those fights and I swore I never would fight anybody but Bat Bradford, and unless Olson was his manager, | wouldn't even fight him.” “That was the right thing to do,” Betty returned in a steady voice. ** Just as soon as I did it,”’ Eddie an- swered, “they came back at me with the contract I had with you. They said that you would think I was putting Olson’s interests ahead of yours and would join with them in bringing suit against me. They mentioned a quarter of a million dollars, Betty.” “They're wrong,”’ the girl answered simply. “I never would join them to fight you, Eddie. I don’t care what happens to that contract.” Eddie suddenly looked at her. “* You don’t want to marry anybody, do you, Betty?” “No,” she said slowly. “No, I don’t want to marry anybody.” “But if a lot of scandal comes out in the papers about these fake fights,” Eddie went on, “then you couldn't pose as my sweetheart any longer, could you? Of course, you couldn't,” Eddie answered himself. “It would kind of ruin your reputation and spoil your career as well.” *Let’s drive back to the hotel, Eddie,” the girl said quickly. “I've a copy of those contracts there. I want to sit down with you and read them very carefully. Perhaps there is a way out of this thing.” The ride back to the city was one in which both occupants of the car were wrapped in silence. This silence they maintained as they entered the lobby of the small apartment hotel. How- ever, it was suddenly shattered by the unexpected appearance of Seale Murphy's attorney. Betty herself had led the way into the hotel by way of escorting Eddie, and for a moment the lawyer did not realize who her escort was. He stepped briskly across the lobby, hat in hand, and smiled gra- ciously upon the actress. ** How do you do, Miss Belledu?” he greeted. “I’m in good fortune to find you in this way. I was much disap- pointed when I called and found that you were out. It is a good thing that I waited.” Betty looked upon the man with un- certainty. EVENING POST ‘I beg your pardon,” he smilingly. “I have given of much thought to your affairs that I presumed you knew me.” He then introduced himself as legal representative of Seale Murphy, and while this was in process he sud- denly realized that Eddie was standing there at his side. “Perhaps, Miss Belledu,” he said somewhat caustically, ** Mr. Riton can give you a better introduction than | ean myself.” Betty glanced at Eddie and the hard look in his eyes frightened the girl “IT think that had better wait,” she said. “Come. we will go to my apart- went on the ment, where we can talk uninterrupt- edly.” ‘Il would much rather confer with you alone,”’ the lawyer suggested. ‘lam sorry, but that cannot be ar- ranged. to me, you can say it in the presence of Mr. Riton.” The attorney shrugged his shoulders and smiled. ‘*As you will,”’ he said. *'I was thinking of your own convenience “Anything that passes between us,” the girl insisted, *‘can be known to Mr Riton. He ceonk- dence.” The lawyer bowed and the girl led the way to When they reached the apartment she suggested that the man seat himself and state his business. If you have anything to say has my absolute the elevator. “It is most unfortunate,” the lawver insisted, “‘that I should have upon together I already have conferred with Mr. Riton and regret to state that our negotiations were pro- come you ductive of increased bitterness between my chents and himself. It is a fool- hardy piece of busine ss, Miss Lk lledu needful of consideration of intelligent and tolerant people. I look to you, more or for sort of understanding. I had hoped to talk with you without any fluences whatever.” “Which is a nice way,”’ Eddie cut in disgustedly, “of trying to throw out. But I’m not going, Mr until Linda asks me to go.”’ at ly not ask you to vo, Eddie.” girl answered quietly. To the ‘| think | already what your Perhaps | can save valuable time. You wish to talk to me the sober less, this extraneous In- me Law \ eT, the lawver, know business is. your do you not, about the public ty con tract Eddie and I signed?” “I do,” the lawyer nodded. “I have here,”” he went on, reaching into an inner pocket, ‘‘a copy of that contract.”’ “That will save time also,”’ Betty smiled. *‘Eddie and myself were just coming here to look ove! that contract.” The lawye r spread the document on his knees “You can see he pointed “that there is no possibility of breaking this contract It is good for my copy of out, five years and despite the fact that only ten thousand dollars binds the contract, there is a great deal more than that at stake. Any court in the world will declare this small sum merely a binder out of which have publicity relationships of tremendou I must point out that anything rrown value which naturally must be paid for, in the eyes these re lationships dissipates of the law. 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Try to buy that space at regular advertising rates!" ‘And you say,” the girl went on, a strange note in her voice, “that there is no way this contract can be broken?” ‘None that I'm able to see,”’ the lawyer answered confidently. ‘* You are in a somewhat ticklish position, if I may use the expression. Both of you have got to go ahead with this thing for at least five years, or until such time as the publicity value of the ar- rangement, by mutual agreement, proves nil. The contract distinctly states that neither party may nullify it by marriage. This word ‘marriage’ may be construed to mean any sort of action by either party which would disrupt the basis of the contract. It has now reached the point where scan- dalous action by either of the parties hereto unquestionably creates substan- tial grounds for suit by the other party.” After this remark silence reigned. The three sat glancing uncertainly at one another. If there was confidence in the trio, it manifested itself in the attitude of the lawyer. He obviously Was intent upon impressing the serious- ness of the matter upon the actress, and from her quiet, somewhat nervous manner, the man probably thought he was succeeding. It was quite clear that Linda Belledu was very much upset. Her copy of the contract crinkled in her fingers and several times she glanced appraisingly upward at a glum Eddie Riton. “What do you want me to do?” she asked finally of the lawyer. * There's only one thing you can do,” he stated positively. “That is to cast in your lot with my clients and make this young man hew to the line of his agreement.” “In other words,”’ Betty said slowly, “you want me to throw in my lot to help this man Murphy rob Oley Olson of his new boxer? Is that about right?” ‘You state the case too broadly,” the lawyer answered suavely. ‘‘We must by all means keep personalities out of these negotiations. All that you are doing is justly and legally protect- ing valuable interests of your own.” “But in doing that I’m robbing Olson and probably cheating Eddie of his championship as well!” ‘] wouldn’t say that,”’ the attorney began. “Well, I won't do it,”’ the girl said suddenly. ‘But you will,” the lawyer insisted calmly. “ You cannot do anything else, Miss Belledu.”’ * Yes, | can,” Betty answered. “ Yes, I can do something else, Mr. Lawyer.” She rose suddenly to her feet and her hand fell on Eddie’s shoulder. ‘* Don’t get up, Eddie,” she said. ** This man is going to leave us now. There is some- thing else I ean do. And I know what it is!” A great change had come over her, and this was manifest to Eddie. He rose and towered above her there. Pro- tectingly he slipped his arm about her shoulder. He began to speak, but could find nowords. Forreasons unknown to him, his muscles twitched and there was a lump in his throat. Betty’s loyalty thrilled him. December 6; 1950 “You're excited now, Miss Belledu,”’ the lawyer suggested. ‘‘ You were talk- ing perhaps a little at random, not fully aware of the weight of your words. There really is nothing that you can do under the circumstances but as | sug- gest.” “But there is something I can do,” Betty answered. Then she looked up at Eddie and quite calmly said: ** There's nothing in that contract, Eddie, which says we cannot marry each other! Sup- pose we were to do that? What then?” Betty felt herself swept into the embrace of Eddie’s mighty arms and pressed against his broad chest to the point of suffocation. Neither of the young people ever was able to tell ex- actly how the lawyer got out of Betty Stanton’s apartment that afternoon. Along with all that he represented, the man had suddenly become unimpor- tant. xx “Wt GOT thunder enough if we want to shoot it,”’ Olson avowed in his next conference with Eddie. “Once we make this bunch realize we're ready to go through an’ disclose the whole business just as it happened, they won't dare move. They'll play our game straight through. But there's one bad feature. If it comes to a show- down, Eddie, nobody’ ll ever believe you were innocent of helpin’ fix those fights. Your character and mine, along with Betty's, will be just about as black as Scale Murphy’s, Tommy's an’ the rest of that den of thieves.”’ “What we've got to have,” Eddie said slowly, “is some kind of a com- promise, Oley. We're sitting now where we can both make an awful lot of money very quickly. We can make it honestly, too, if we’re smart enough to figure the right angle. I’m not afraid of Battling Bradford, Oley. | know you think he can beat me. But I don't think he can. I think I’m a better fighter than all of you fellows realize. | know in the ring | always had plenty of extra steam in case | needed it.” And he added slowly, “I beat Don Flaker and I’m not dead sure that fight was fixed.” “Neither am I,” Olson admitted in- stantly. ‘In faet, | don’t think it was. 1 think you were in there on your own. You did a sweet job, stoppin’ that bird in fourteen rounds. But Flaker ain't Battlin’ Bradford, kid. This Bradford is a hellion. He's the best I’ve seen in just about my whole lifetime.” “But I’m in great shape, Oley,” Eddie argued. “I got two hands, and a sweet punch in both of them. I'm game and I’m strong, and | know I'm faster than he is. Even if I didn’t knock him out, I'd have a pretty good chance of outboxing him.” Olson paced the room nervously. At last he said, ‘No man can fight as good a fighter as Bat Bradford an’ not get hit every so often. Even if that bird hits you on the arm, Eddie, he hurts. He'd rob you of your speed in seven or eight rounds. I’m afraid he'd get to you after that.”’ “Well,” Eddie mused _philosoph- ically, “‘what if he does? They'll pay me a million bucks for my heavyweight title, Oley. I won't fight for less than that. I'd get myself knocked stiff every Tuesday at high noon if I got a million dollars a shot.” Olson laughed understandingly. Then he took to pacing again. Eddie sat upon the bed and for a long time there was silence between these two. After considerable pacing the man- ager said suddenly, ‘‘ These birds won't want to go to court, Eddie. They won't (Continued on Page 165)

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(Gontinued from Page 162 want to drag this slush into the news- They paid me_ twenty-five thousand doliars to get you an’ make you a champion. Now they offer Bat Bradford fifty thousand if he signs with them on his twenty-first birthday. They could just as easy have offered me that fifty thousand, but they wouldn’t do that. They wouldn't dare buy two champions in succession. That would show the public their game is crooked.” *Sure,”’ Eddie nodded. ‘‘I can see that all right, Oley.” “Well,” the manager went on, “* why ain't there an angle there? Suppose | give them the contract on Battlin’ Bradford an’ they give me your con- tract? Also the one about the marryin’ business? In that way I'd manage you against Battlin’ Bradford. I still think you'd be pretty apt to lose, Eddie, but you'd get plenty of dough an’ I'd get more than | ever will any other way. What do you think of that for an idea?” ‘I think it’s 100 per cent good,” Eddie answered instantly. ‘Suppose I put it up to this lawyer? Suppose I eall him on the telephone and have him up here? We can lay the cards face up. Maybe we could work out a swap like that. To tell you the truth, Oley, | think you'll get a surprise if you man- me against Bradford. I'll go in that ring hating that guy for double- crossing you, and I know I’m a faster fighter and a better thinker than he is. I think I'll beat him.”’ Olson smiled. “I know more about him than anybody else,” he said. “I know his great strength, but I know the where he’s weak. Mebbe we could work together again an’ I could show you those spots. In addition to that He stopped shortly and his smile broadened while a thoughtful gleam came int his eyes. Suddenly he changed his tack. ** Did you ever hear of Mike Mazo?” he asked. “The guy they used to eall the New Zealand Murderer?” papers. age also spots “Sure,” Eddie answered. ‘Sure thing, Oley. I’ve heard of him. He’s an old-time champion.” “That's right,” the manager nodded. ‘Mike Mazo was probably the best all- round fighter that ever came into a ring. An old-timer now, an’ a drunkard. But, in my judgment, the greatest fighter that ever lived. He put the touch on me for fifty bucks the other day just to get a suit of clothes so’s he wouldn't be grabbed as a vagrant! Mebbe I could get him, Eddie, an’ we could work together with you. He could teach you a lot of tricks. What I know about Bat Bradford, coupled with what he knows about fightin’ gen- erally, ought to set you up at least on even terms with this new killer.” In a matter of two hours the suave lawyer again came to the hotel. This time the conference took place in Eddie’s apartment and both Seale Murphy and Tommy were present. It was not a cultured conference. It was graced by considerable profanity and countercharges of duplicity and decep- tion. But it progressed inevitably, and it rotated without deviation about the one unalterable fact which Eddie pounded home at every opportunity. **] will not fight,’ was his answer to each counter proposition that the Man- azita men offered him. ‘I’ve told you,” he would repeat, “‘exactly the basis I’m ready to go ahead on. If we don't go on that basis we don’t all. You can take that,and you ean like it.” In due course they did take it, and whether they liked it or not, they vo at *Stand THE SATURDAY pretended to. The upshot of this mo- mentous conference was an wherein Eddie Riton once again Piusse d under the management of Oley Olson, and Oley, in turn, delivered into the hands of the Manazita organization his agreement contract covering the services of Bat- tling Bradford. The Manazita lawyer saw to it that the legal instruments of this conveyance were perfected. xXx! § Ee training camp of Eddie Riton was an unusual one. There was in control a board of advisers consisting of Eddie himself, Oley Olson and the amazing Mike Mazo. In addition to being an object lesson, the man Mazo was a phenomenon. Tradition claimed him to have been one of the great fighters of ring history and the record book indicated that this claim eould find substantiation. But like many old-time heroes of pugilism, Mazo had fallen into the pitfalls that awaitunwary feet. When heappeared at the Riton camp he was a broken-down derelict with an unnaturally bright eye, a pallid, sunken cheek, shantied eye- brows, broad and cauliflowered ears. His hands, too, showed traces of his old-time activity. The knuckles were spread and swollen, and the the hands bumpy where the bones had crumpled under the impact of many blows. He was nervous of manner, twitchy of countenance and uncertain of temperament. But he ingly keen, alert and articulate. What he knew about fighting he was able to put into words. He could even demon- strate his knowledge, prov ided the stress upon his physique was not too long maintained. In other words, he could not box with Eddie Riton and assimilate pun- ishment, but he could stand off against the boxer and display his wares with- out retaliation. He continuously talked of reform: promised that he would give up liquor, once he got his feet on the ground and saw substantial future ahead. promises Olson skeptical. ‘Listen to he says, Eddie,” the manager urged. ** Watch the man. For even now he is a physical picture of grace and timin’. But don't let sympathy for him get too big a hold on you. him money. Just as soon as you do he'll blow it for booze an’ we'll lose his My proposition to him is that we'll pay him so much a day, the whole amount to be paid on the mornin’ you fight Battlin’ Bradford. comfortable bed square meals a day an’ what clothes he needs. But don’t give him dough or you'll lose him altogether. I know his kind.” For the first three days of the train- ing season, Mazo was an interested spectator at the corner of the ring while Eddie boxed with various of his hired sparring partners. The bright eyes of the man followed each move as a might watch the struggles of a beneath its paw. It was evident from his later that he had missed nothing which took place in the ring. At the end of the third day he forgathered with Olson and Eddie in the latter’s sleeping quarters and there gave his first lesson. **Here’s how it sets, Eddie,”’ he plained: ** You're fast enough now so you dodge a punch pretty easy. Buta fellow that has just dodged a punch ean’t counterpunch. See what | mean? up here in the center of the room and leave me show you.” pro- hose backs of Was amiaz- of a But of these remained comple le ly some sort every word Under no circumstances give services, He ean have a here, three cat mouse conversation EVENING POST Eddie took his position and, under Instructions Mazo, led with his left. The old-time champion the blow py rfectly, from dodged just as Eddie would have under the circumstances But the lead had missed he stopped and held his position **See?”’ he See mean, kid? How ean I hit you now It was obvious that he could not. ‘You got to learn to slip punches,” he explained. “By that I mean, don't block ‘em or dodge ‘em If both your hands are busy blockin’ punches, kid, you never get a chance to sock the other guy. If you're always too far away from him because you dodge, the thing Slip his punches, see? Now lead that left again.” They assumed fighting postures and Eddie again led with his left. This time the old champion merely tipped his body slightly to one side so that the punch flew harmlessly over his shoul- der. Then he struck upward with both hands and Eddie felt himself stung by punches on the abdomen with the left hand and under the heart with the right. Before he realized what had happened Mazo’s left hand darted up- ward from the stomach and struck him lightly on the chin. Then Mazo stepped back. “That's what | grinned. “Slippin’ punches means that you don’t get hit but get plenty chances to hit the other guys. That's the differ- ence between a speedy champ an’ a bum. Keep practicin’ that You're fast slip punches. Try it out on your sparrin’ partners tomorrow.” The was so obvious that Eddie insisted upon done W he hn what | TT inquired. same roes. mean, stumble now. enough to soundness of Mazo’s teaching practicing these new punches there in the room. The slightest exertion left Mazo that he had to lean against the wall every few seconds to recuperate. Therefore Oley Olson served as a sparring partner for Eddie in these punchless matches. And Mazo stood at the side and commented upon the action which took place. * Keep your feet togethe P. kid,” he said. *‘Don’t spraddle them out like that. Remember this: No guy ever landed a hard punch when he was uncomfortable himself. Fightin’ is just breathless, so closer like walkin’. You can walk easier than you can run. The same goes with boxin’. It’s easier to hit hard from a natural awkward one far apart you have to jump in an’ out instead o’ steppin’ easy. That tires you Just stand up there natural an’ position than it is from an if you get your feet too out. get your hands out in front of you far enough to protect your stomach an’ high enough so you can shoot punches with your body back of ‘em. This guy Bradford is a natural hooker of punches. You gotta learn to keep your feet close an’ your shoulders hunched. Ke ep your hands re ady SO VOU Can sor k when a chance comes. You gotta keep crowd him all the close to this egg an’ time, Eddie. To do that, you must be able to move easy an’ fast without tirin’ yourself out every time you use a little speed.” These lessons were kept from the public knowledge. 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That’s why I’m tryin’ to keep things secret.” Though they learned much from Mazo, at the time he was the source of much concern. There was the time, for instance, when he sold out, despite his word of honor, to the news- papermen. With this small pittance he immediately bought liquor. He dis- closed the secret that he was training with Eddie Riton and trying to build the fighte: up toa point where he would have a better chance of defeating Bat- tling Bradford. This, front-page news and it disturbed Olson and Riton no little. ** You deliberately lied to us,”’ Olson charged the old-time fighter when he had finished his spree. ** You absolutely crossed us up, an’ by all rights of de- ceney we wouldn't have to pay you a cent for what you have done here at the camp.” “It’s me Mazo pleaded. **T eut the booze too sudden, Oley. It got me goin’ an’ | wasn’t my- self. When that reporter showed me twenty booze, I fell like a ripe apple in a gale. But I won't slip again, Oley. Not a chance. I’m straight through for you now.”’ * You can’t trust him an inch, Ed- die,”’ Oley admitted later, *‘an’ loughta throw him outa camp. But he’s helpin’ you so much I'm afraid to.” ‘Let the poor sap stay,”’ Eddie agreed. “It’s a bad break that the papers printed the story. But let him stay. He's a wonder, Oley. I learn something new from him every day.” Through the last stages Eddie Riton did not see a newspaper. All the vast publicity which trained their guns upon him and the impending bat- tle did so completely without his knowledge. He had reached that point where he felt physical perfection must be augmented by complete mental equanimity. He wanted to enter the ring as perfectly poised and balanced mentally as he was trained physically. To this end he precluded from his daily life all contact with the outer world. Olson very much favored this program and the two were inseparable. But there was one result which came from this that portentous. Be- cause of this concentration on their part they missed one thing which Mike Mazo did. This one thing consisted of a surrep- titious conference with a representative of Scale Murphy, Tommy and the Bradford camp. It took place in the twilight of the evening. They talked very briefly and the representa- tive of the enemy passed into Mazo’s trembling hand a tiny bottle and into his eager ear the promise of substantial financial reward. Mike Mazo, derelict of the ring, clutched this tiny bottle and secreted it carefully in his clothing. ‘* Don't make no mistakes,”” he whispered back to the representative. “‘I won't blow this one, kid. The prize-fight racket never give me nothin’ but busted bones an’ black eyes. Now I got a chance to eash, an’ I’m goin’ to do it regardless of who the hell it burns!” This was the exact status of affairs when fight time arrived and Oley Olson and Mike Mazo climbed into the ring with Eddie Riton, the defending heavy- weight champion of the world. Olson was tense there before the multitude, but he also was thoughtful and his eyes were bright with a keen light. Eddie Riton appeared perfectly calm. He smiled at the crowd, waved his hand same of course, was nerves does it,” bucks an’ give me one slug o’ rood to fo organs was cool in answer to their tumultuous cheer-* ing. When Bradford entered the ring, December 6,1930 he strode all the way across to the man and held forth his hand in a friendly gesture. Only Mike Mazo was nervous. He was extremely so. He moved buckets needlessly, handled bottles, towels about his shoulder, then trans- ferred them to the ropes of the ring tossed and back again to his shoulder. His hands were unsteady and his gaze shifting. It appeared that his very knees were trembling under him. As Eddie Riton returned to his own corner he paused momentarily half- way along one of the side ropes of the ring. He leaned over this rope and the crowd sensed that he was speaking to someone outside the ring. That some- one they quickly realized was none other than Linda Belledu, and this ges- ture on the part of the heavyweight champion, coupled with the knowledge that his sweetheart was there to see him defend his title and perhaps marry him as a reward for victory, brought the crowd to its feet and them again into wild cheering. “Here, kid,’ said Olson, drawing a telegram from his pocket and spread- ing it out. “Read this just before you eut loose. It was sent here to the stadium an’ they give it tome. I kept it for just this time.” The eyes of Eddie Riton fell upon this telegraphic message and he smiled and glanced up at his manager. Then he waved his glove at Linda Belledu seated outside the ring. The message was a simple one: sent PLEASE SEE TO IT THAT THERE IS NO DENIAL IN THE NEWSPAPERS OF TONIGHTS STATEMENT THAT YOU AND BETTY WILL BE MARRIED IMMEDIATELY AFTER THIS MATCH STOP WE ARE LOOKING FOR WARD TO SEEING THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD WITHIN THE NEXT FEW DAYS The message was from Betty Stan- ton’s father and mother. While Eddie was contemplating this telegram with considerable satisfaction and happiness, he was jerked back, so to speak, to matters of the moment by a raucous and familiar voice which called to him the ring. Thus attracted, his eyes fell upon the leering countenance of his ex-manager, Tommy. The latter grimaced and his raucous voice rose again. “So long, punk!’” Tommy ealled. *T'll be right here to carry you back to aa) your corner. across XXII guns business of instructions, which took place in the center of the ring, was brief. Olson had taken voice in the matter of referee selection, and Eddie was confident that the official would prove fair to himself. He listened attentively to the orders which the man laid down. They were to be permitted to hit with one arm free. They could not, however, hold and hit Upon receiving spoken in- structions from the official, they must break, and break clean. No hitting on the breakaway was particularly stressed. The referee was concise and to the point. Both fighters and managers nodded. Then the gladiators returned to their corners and the announcer again reigned supreme during the brief see- onds it took to clear lingering celebri- ties from the ring. After that there were few formalities. Eddie glanced again at the tense face of Linda Belledu there outside the ring. He hooked his gloved hands over the top rope and flexed his muscles. He rubbed the toes of his boxing shoes in the rosin. 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(Continued from Page 166) neck the while he spoke earnestly into his ear. ‘Take your time now, kid,” he urged. ‘Remember that shift with a left shot to the body. An’ remember, like Mazo showed you, every time you throw a punch, cock yourself for a see- ond shot with the free hand. Once you get inside Bat’s hook, keep him off bal- ance an’ punch him straight across the ring. Every time you get in there, keep throwin’ punches. When you're out- side, stay away from him. Circle for a while to his right, then change sud- denly an’ circle to his left.” Eddie heard all these words of ad- vice but for some reason seemed im- pervious to them. All the concentration of his five weeks’ training seemed cen- tered now in one small spot. Suddenly he hated Tommy, hated him venom- ously; wished that it was Tommy he was to fight there in the ring. But despite these emotions, he was cool. His muscles were flexed and ready, his knees under him steady as the foundations of a building There was nothing of fear or fretful- ness in his mind. Those things which lay immediately before him he ae- cepted matter-of-factly. Later, after the fight was over and he read in the newspapers various descriptions of the action of the two men, he found that during this tense period before the first bell, Battling Bradford had acted like a caged tiger, whereas Eddie Riton, the champion, ealm and lected, as a champion should be. Then the bell rang. Eddie turned to face a wild charge by the confident challenger. A cool vagrant breeze swept down over the roofs of the stadium and across the ring. It greeted him pleas- antly, shifted the hair which fell over his forehead. He smiled vaguely and side-stepped so that the charging Bradford flew into the ropes and caused a laugh and a disturbance among the newspapermen beneath him. Though this maneuver placed Brad- ford in a hittable position and left him at distinct disadvantage, Eddie ignored this fact and continued circling, a calm smile upon his face. This evidence of sportsmanship evoked a cheer from the crowd and sufficed to anger Brad- ford, so that he whirled from the ropes for still another This time Eddie measured his man well. With a long, spearing left he thrust the charg- ing fighter off so that his chunky arms Was cool, col- loose lock of charge. flew harmlessly by Eddie's head and body, while Eddie's own left hand clunked against Bradford's face with considerable force and frequency. In this manner the fight opened much as prediction had said it would Riton with his speed and boxing skill, Bradford with his strength and charging ferocity. Before the men had been in action a minute it was clear to all about the ringside that the contest would evolve into one of the boxer against the fighter, and they nodded among themselves there and pointed out that invariably the fighter won such contests. ‘He’s got to hit him sooner or later, if he just keeps tryin’,”” one of the newspapermen muttered. *‘And if he hits him Riton’ll stay hit.” But throughout that first round Bat- tling Bradford's attempts to land on open: Eddie Riton’s arms or body proved futile. At times Bradford looked fool- ish. Once Eddie got his man so far off balance that his feet actually crossed, and when Eddie landed a left the Bat- tler went down. He was up, though, before the referee could start to count, and everyone realized that he was not

THE SATURDAY seriously this knockdown punch. During the rest period between the first and second rounds Olson coun- seled Eddie again. ‘ You're goin’ along great, kid,”’ he assured him. “That's exactly the kind of a fight to fight. When you get him tangled up an’ he goes into a crouch and covers, back an’ completely relax. That'll rest you up. Don't keep workin’ all the time. Take every three or four second rest you can get. Step back from him. Keep throwin’ your left straight at his face. Sooner or later, in like that, you can weave under one of those left hooks, slip the punch an’ drive your own left and right under the heart. Don’t do it, though, till you get a good shot an’ got him comin’ toward you, so he'll add the force of his own charge to the power of your punch.” Mike Mazo swabbed off Eddie's countenance with a sponge. There no need for this, for the air of the eve- ning was cool there in the and Eddie had not begun to perspire by reason of his efforts. ‘Don't let the cold water run down my back,”’ the boxer said simply. This was the only word he uttered during that rest period. He was a man with a mission which words could not achieve. Olson rubbed his neck and patted his shoulders and talked to him conti- dently Linda Belledu, as known to the audience, looked up at him, and there was pride in and confidence in her smile. Eddie stepped calmly forth for the second round. He knew better than anyone else the power of this Battling Bradford. In the clinches in that first round, Bradford's mighty muscles had clamped down upon his own and Eddie had felt the weight and the sheer strength of the man. All the Mike Mazos in the world, he realized, never would save him from annihilation if Bradford managed to land a punch or two. Eddie knew that he was as a man who toys with dynamite. They met in ring center. The tling brows of the Battler knotted on the bridge of his nose. mighty torso swayed from the | he weaved. His flail-like hurt by step when he charges was open she was her eves bee- were His Ips as arms beat a constant and terrific tattoo on the atmosphere. Sooner or later, Eddie realized, some of those blows would necessarily come in contact with his flesh. When they did, his stamina and his courage would be put to the test. So he played carefully with the man; kept away from him and dodged, in spite of the excellent instructions given him by Mike Mazo. Time enough to try that fast shift, with the slipping of these terrific punches, later on, when Eddie was more sure of himself. He was fighting calmly, figuring every angle, fully aware of the fact that abso- lute defeat rested in each flying fist that Bradford threw in his direction. He did not attempt to deceive himself in this matter. He was perfectly able to gauge the power of those punches and quite content to await a foolproof opportunity before he tried to counter them. Toward the close of the second round such an opportunity appeared. Eddie, more or less frightened as he did it, slipped a vicious left hook and drove his own left upward toward Bradford's heart exactly as Mazo had instructed him. He slipped Bradford's punch per- fectly, but did not properly time the man’s charge. The twisted his wrist against Bat’s ribs and did little effectual damage. He heard Mazo call some direction to him and result was that he EVENING POST sensed that the trouble had been with his feet rather than his hand As a result of this he became self- conscious and let his mind center too much upon getting his feet properly fixed on the floor. — lapse enabled Bradford to land : rht-hand pune h. The blow struck hig h on his temple and the lights overhead. it seemed to Eddie, shook upward and downward and rattled in their sockets. The ter- rifiec power of this punch sent Eddieinto a defensive battle which lasted through- out the next three rounds. The crowd realized what had happened, and, result, jeered Eddie and challenged him to go in and fight. ‘Don't be kid.”’ Olson counseled in the rest period preceding the sixth round. ** You look a little bad in there. Outspeed him an’ don't be sucker enough to trade as ai too careful, punches with him. Try slippin’ more of his shots. Do like Mike showed you. Don't get ex- cited. You got plenty time Fifteen rounds is a long route.” ‘You got a longer reach than he has,”’ Mazo said. ** When he goes into that crouch, Eddie, just reach out with your left and push him off balance. Even if you push his head or his shoul- ders, that’s all right. Get him off bal- ance. An’ if you happen to get him bad charge in an’ sock him.’ As he spoke he again wiped Eddie's face with the sponge, and the water was cooling and seemed to the fighter. It was in “evive the seventh round that Eddie took matters into his own hands and drove ahead into his first real offensive. He reached out and pushed Bradford off balance as Mazo had in- structed. This angered the battling one and he whirled into a sudden charge He shot a left for Eddie's chin and this punch Eddie slipped perfectly. Instantly he drove his own left hand under Bradford's heart. The delivery of this blow swung his body so that it right hand for punch. This punch he also drove under the heart, and Bradford grunted and staggered under the impact. As he took a backward step Eddie followed him and swung his left hand upward so that it crashed against Bradford's jaw. This time the and he stagye red four qui k hook cocked his another man’s knees buckled backward three or The appreci steps. Vast crowd burst However, both W he n Eddie so held him into a roar of ation. Bradford strong and arms around Eddie's body charged in upon him, in a bearlike clinch. The referee darted to the two fighters and the palms of his hands slapped Bradford's gloves from under Eddie’sarms. Bradford had been cling- ing desperately so that he might have time to rest and re cuperate from those was threw and with three hard punches, When thev were apart again Eddie circled, and this time Bradford was not so anxious to follow. They were moving slowly about ring center when the bell rang ending the round. Mike Ma o's clear eves and pallid face were alert witl understanding when Eddie returned after that round ‘Didn't 1 tell vou?’ he asked ‘Didn't I tell you you « ould sock that bimbo? I guess he learned somethin’ in that little swat fest all right! Olson joined in this admiring con- versation You're great, kid You timed that out to pe rfection. Nobod ~ goin’ to take that kin very long. Take plenty of time. If you don't catch him with that shift again next round, then you will the next, or the tenth or the twelfth. You got all the time in the world. An’ you're

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EVENING POST beatin’ this guy so far that he ain’t even in the same ring with you! Work on him just like you did on Flaker, Eddie.” ‘**He’s strong, this Bradford,’’ Eddie said simply. “I hit him three beautiful punches there and all I did was bend his knees.”’ “Yeah,’’ Olson assured him confi- dently, *‘ but three more an’ his knees’! stay bent.” “| was just beginning to get my sec- ond wind when that round ended, Oley,” Eddie said. Immediately Olson sat the fighter erect in his corner and both himself and Mazo set up a violent massaging of the abdominal muscles and the diaphragm. As they worked Olson said, ‘* Keep away from him this round, Eddie. Don't go anywhere near him Don't give him a chance to drop in one of those hooks on your body. This will be your bad round, kid, if you're just gettin’ second wind. Take your time. Work fast at the start, so’s he won't suspect what’s happenin’. But step back a lot and bicycle. Keep yourself relaxed. Breathe deep when you get a chance.” As a result of this advice the audi- ence took to booing Riton during the next round. They could not understand why, after staggering Bradford as he had done, he did not now go out fero- ciously to finish his man. Instead, he did bicycle and circle slowly about the ring. He slipped along the ropes and weaved gently from his hips. He worked almost entirely with his left hand, jabbing it into Bradford's face as the other fighter charged in trying to get to close quarters. When the round was half over he began to feel better. His breathing was becoming more easy and he felt that his heart and his liver and the other organs of his body were functioning in accordance with seecond-wind requirements. The feeling of congestion in the diaphragm was fading and new strength came run- ning into his veins and muscles. Toward theendoftheround, Tommy, ever the smart manager, called out to Bradford and ordered the fighter to dash in and finish his man; pile in with every ounce of strength and fight- ing power he could summon while Eddie was handicapped. Bradford did his best to carry out these instructions, but as a result of his efforts he opened his defense in such a way that Eddie landed a sharp right cross above the left eve and a cut appeared there, and Bradford stepped back nervously, a look of concern upon his features. During that rest period Olson, smil- ing, told Eddie that the next round would be his big round But he in- stantly warned the youngster not to try to knock Bradford out, even though things came well for him. ‘He'll get his second wind this round, kid,”’ the manager said. “It began to get him just as he tried to finish you when Tommy hollered at him. Tommy may be the best manager in the world, but he don't know how to rub a guy when his second wind’s comin’ along. I'm watchin’ him even as I talk to you. Play on Bat's body for the first minute and a half of the round, Eddie. If you get anywhere with that, try a right cross to the chin. If he blocks that, go into that shift again an’ give him plenty under the heart.” All this worked out as the fight pro- gressed. The ninth round was probably the roughest that Battling Bradford had to contend with throughout the Coérdination seemed to have December 6, 19350 left him. He acted tired, lethargic. His feet dragged and it was obvious that his arms were heavy, as though each of his boxing gloves weighed pounds. Eddie opened the cut over his eye again and three times staggered the man with punches to the side of the head. Once he rushed him into the ropes and so vicious was his attack that Bradford was pushed through and tumbled outside them to the edge of the ring platform While the crowd howled their de- light at this terrifie action, Eddie reached through the ropes and assisted the man back into the ring. Then, after he had squared away, he continued his violent attack, beating Bradford about the head, the shoulders and the body. It was a weary, a tired and a somewhat discouraged Battling Bradford who went to his corner at the end of that round. But he came up strong for the tenth. They battled the first forty seconds of this round toe to toe. This was a mis- taken policy on Eddie’s part and Olson called to him repeatedly, though such ealling violated the rules, warning him to get back, to keep away. This, how- ever, Eddie had to learn for himself, and the method of learning it was an expensive one. Bradford, for the first time in the fight, hit Eddie with a left hook on the side of the head, and Eddie went down and took a four count. When he rose it was against his own judgment, and certainly against that of Olson, for his head was not entirely clear and his knees had a rubbery feel- ing which he found it difficult to con- trol. Had Bradford been a smarter fighter he might easily have finished Eddie, even that early in the fight. But he was not smart and he missed this great opportunity, while Eddie, through superior thinking and speed, managed to keep out of harm’s way. “You can’t do that, Eddie,’’ Olson warned him repeatedly when, with great relief, he received him back into the corner and began reviving him by the use of smelling salts and ice water. “T tell you, you can’t do that. Don’t trade punches with that blacksmith. Your best bet is to keep away from him. Don’t think about knockin’ him out. Outpoint him, kid. Outsmart him. Outdance him. Use your long reach, an’ now and then, when a good chance comes along, slip inside his punch an’ sock him that three-way trick.” “T thought I had him there, Oley,” Eddie admitted through short, deep breaths. ‘I thought I had him on the run.” * Don’t be a mug,”’ Mike Mazo ven- tured. ** Box him, box him, box him,”’ Olson repeated over and over again. “ Keep away from him, kid. You’re outtimin’ him now, an’ outsmartin’ him too. You haven't got very many more rounds to go an’ you're miles in front. The only way he can win is on a knock- out. You're doin’ a thousand per cent better than I ever hoped you'd do. The fight is in the bag for you if you'll just stay smart. Don’t fight him. Don’t get close. Don’t get proud of your- self.” But not all the generalship in that ring centered in Eddie Riton’s corner. Tommy himself was smart and knew that the fight was slipping away from his challenger unless the tide of battle changed. Accordingly, in the eleventh round, he sent Bradford out to fight as he never had fought before. From the beginning of the round, Bradford bat- tered Eddie Riton’s arms, shoulders and head. (Continued on Page 173)

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, (Continued from Page 170) He fought like a whirling dervish. Never for an instant was he quiet, and of all the punches which he directed at Eddie, it was inevitable that a few of them should land. Eddie’s lips showed a moist crimson. A bruise ap- peared under his left eye. Once or twice during the round he became dazed and confused, and could not orient himself or think clearly. Every instant of his time was centered in fending off this terrific attack, and Bradford took the round by a wide margin. During this terrific action Linda Belledu found it impossible to keep her eyes upon the two men in the ring. For the first time since the fight began she became apprehensive for the defeat of her sweetheart. Nothing that Eddie did seemed to stem the tide of defeat that was enveloping him. At the end of the round the crowd was in a tur- moil. They anticipated a knockout in the immediate future and with this knockout the crowning of a new heavy- weight champion. ‘Keep cool, kid,’’ Olson counseled when they were back in the corner. **By any way of scorin’ in the world, you're still miles ir front. The best they can give Bradford is the round he knocked you down in :.nd this last one. Don’t forget, when yuu get tired, boy, he’s just as tired. Mebbe more so. He’s workin’ harder’n you are. He -an’t keep that pace up forever. Try to stay away from him. Outspeed him. Outbox him. An’ when you get a chance, slip those swings and pommel his body.” Throughout the first two minutes of the twelfth round Bradford main- tained that windmill pace and Eddie suffered accordingly. Once Eddie was on the point of dropping to his knees when the next punch landed, so that he might benefit by a nine count. His gloves suddenly were become heavy. His head spun and the perspiration that streamed over his face bit into the pores and stung there for some reason which he could not fathom. Once Bradford's crushingright landed against Eddie's side and the champion knew a definite nausea, which for a sec- ond threatened to overcome him. The crowd had gone mad with excitement. They stood upon their seats and bel- lowed encouragement to this man who bid dramatically for the greatest laurels of the prize ring. Many there were, doubtless, who looked with sym- pathy upon a fading champion whose best efforts succeeded only in enabling him to slip along the ropes, weave, dodge, side-step, and avoid such pun- ishment as he could. But even Bradford must slow from the terrific pace he was setting. The last minute of this twelfth round his punches became fewer, and when Eddie steppediback the Battler was not so anx- ious to follow. Because he was instine- tively a fighter, Eddie knew that this was the time for him to offset at least some of the advantage gained by Brad- ford. Accordingly, though he was weary beyond description, he promptly went on the offensive. His left jab set up a tattoo against Bradford's bat- tered countenance. Twice he tried one- two punches, and with one of these sent his right crashing against Bradford's sore eye, and the challenger half spun around. Now the crowd was gone mad and their cheering roused Bradford. He attempted to match Riton’s of- fensive. Therein he made the mistake of throwing a wild left hook once more. Eddie was set to slip this punch as THE SATURDAY Mazo had shown him, and again Brad- ford had to absorb a left under the heart which lifted sharply upward to the chin, followed by a terrific right smash under the heart. This time the challenger hurtled into the ropes and covered there against further damage. Eddie followed him in and was pound- ing him upon the back when the bell rang, ending the round. “He didn’t have much on you in that round, after all,”’ Olson assured Eddie as he worked over him fever- ishly. “‘Sponge off his face there, Mike,” he instructed Mazo. ** Give him plenty of water around the back of the neck. Slip that cake of ice behind his ears and hold it there a few minutes.” **How about a whiff of smellin’ salts, kid?’’ Mazo queried. Eddie nodded and Mazo passed the smelling salts near his nostrils. The pungent fumes cleared his brain and the cool water on his shoulders served to revive him. **Now,”’ Olson said again, “ he didn't win that one by much. When a guy winds up helpless on the ropes at the end of a round, they can't very well give him credit for winnin’ it. But don’t slug with him too much. Stay away, Eddie. Pace yourself and out- speed this guy. That's your only chance. Just remember that any min- ute you're in there swappin’ punches, he’s apt to connect clean. The minute he does, you'll go out like a light. Don't kid yourself about this. You got the championship held tight if you just use your bean. How do you feel— fairly strong?” No,”’ Eddie admitted. ‘No, Oley, I’m about all in.” “Well,” Olson answered, ‘‘you do feel pretty lousy, I suppose. It sure must cheer you up to realize how that guy feels! He's worse off'n you are. Just use your bean. Use your bean every second. Keep away. Keep away. Box him. Box him. Box him.” If Olson's remarks lacked coherence, they made up for this deficiency by their earnestness and the power of repetition. At least twenty times he repeated that Eddie must keep away from this Battling Bradford, outspeed him, outbox him and outsmart him. Both men showed evidences of the terrific action that had just taken place. The thirteenth reund saw them boxing more carefully. Each was tired. At this sort of warfare, Eddie had the distinet edge. He walked off with this round by a very comfortable margin. His left bounced against Bradford's face and now and then he found it pos- sible to slip inside with rights to the body or left hooks to Bradford's suffer- ing chin. Once, before the bell ending this round, Eddie found it possible to land a solid left under the heart, and he knew that Bradford winced under this punch and that it cost him consid- erable in strength. The fourteenth was a round destined to live long in the memories of the fans. Bradford made his great bid in that round and fought as he had a few rounds previously. Not for a single instant did the man stop throwing his punches, and to the vast audience this looked like a triumph for him. But to Eddie, there in the ring, who felt those punches and had to weave under them or block them, it was clear that Brad- ford’s strength was somewhat on the wane. His blows lacked their old power and snap, and they fast. Bradford was slower in starting them, had difficulty in keeping his bal- ance with his feet solidly under him. At the close of this next-to-last round Eddie was very distinctly tired, did not come so EVENING POST but as he walked to his corner he man- aged to glance out over the ropes, lo- cate Betty Stanton there and flash her a smile of confidence. As he seated him- self in the corner Olson set to work upen him once more. ‘I'm going to win, Oley,” said slowly. “I'm going to win. Noth- ing can stop me this last round. He's as well shot as I am, and I've got the speed. I told you I could beat him. I always told you I could.” Olson interrupted with more diree- Eddie tions; warned Eddie against overcon- fidence, assured him that no matter what happened in this last round, Bradford could not win the fight unless it was by a complete knock-out. ‘The most they can give him, he said, ‘‘is four rounds. I figger only three The rest of 'em are on your side of the ledger. But don’t get fresh. Don't try to beat this guy by a knock-out. Don’t swap punches with him. Just go out an’ box him. Out- think him. Outspeed him Kid, you've done the biggest thing a heavyweight ever did in beatin’ this Bradford. | never was so proud of anybody in my life. All this time you been right an’ I been wrong. Don't throw it all away by gettin’ fresh with only three min- utes to go.” It was while these two talked in this manner that Mike Mazo’s trembling fingers reached within his clothing to the secret receptacle there and drew forth the tiny bottle. The contents of this bottle he spilled over the sponge with which he had been sopping Eddie's kid,” head. As the fluid spread, Mazo sud- denly dashed the sponge full into Eddie’s face. Instantly the fighter swung free of his chair, whirled around and uttered a sharp exclamation of pain and surprise. The lights over the ring danced before him and shimmered there in a hazy blur. Before anyone sensed what had happened Mike Mazo dropped the sponge into the bucket and slid between the ropes and out of the ring. ‘My eyes!” Eddie called to his man- ager. ‘‘My Oley. It’s mustard or ammonia! I can't see!”’ Olson instantly took a towel and did what he could to repair the As he worked frantically he the referee and brought that official to thecorner. Thereferee stepped quickly to one of the judges at the side of the ring but that official refused to take a definite stand. The brief rest period passed quickly and no decision had been reached. Eddie took it upon himself, however, to settle matters. ‘I'll answer the bell, Oley,”’ he said. ‘I'll answer it and do my best. I'm afraid of Scale Murphy and Tommy. If I don't answer it, they'll give the fight and the championship to Brad- ford.” ‘But you can't fight, eyes, damage. called to 7. Ylson howled ‘How can a man fight when he can't see? Your eyes are streamin’ water like fire hoses! ‘I want to try,”’ Eddie insisted. *'I want to try, Oley. Get out of the wa when that bell rings. We plaining if I lose.”’ The timekes per, only in the medium of seconds i do our com- reckoning affairs clanged the bell promptly upon the sixtieth second of the rest period. Hearing it Eddie Riton cast Olson and the referee aside, rose and answered the bell. He could not see clearly even the faces in the press row, so he crout hed and CON ered and Bradford charged down upon him with the velocity of Eddie Riton never had a very clear recollection of what happened through the three that a locomotive. cataclysmic minutes of 173 for Christmas- Colored Crepes and Tissues pasted quickly. . pasted to stay! EAT, dainty, — what a difference when you use Paste! 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But Eddie caught his arm and swung Bradford within his own reach, and they stood shoulder to shoulder and toe to toe and traded punches there as no two heavyweights ever had traded punches. To the amazement of all con- cerned, it was Bradford who backed away. Everything was hazy to Eddie. His mind seemed a dull lump, conscious of but thought, and that was to punch and fight and wait. He was down again in the first minute of the round, and the tumultuous uproar of the crowd made a din through which no coherent thoughts came to him. But he could see and hear vaguely the count of the referee, for the man swung his right arm up and down as each count was tolled off. At nine he rose again. It did not seem to him that he was par- ticularly weak; merely dizzy and numb. He hooked his arms protectingly about his chin and stood there until he could locate Bradford by the man’s own charge against him. Bradford came in and again set up that terrific, agonizing, pounding of shoulders and body and head. Eddie flung out one arm in an attempt to catch the man and clinch again. His eyes were stream- ing so that he could not see to direct a punch of his own. Bradford, however, avoided this gesture and hooked for Eddie’s head. By some stroke of fate Eddie happened to see this punch, and he slipped it and stepped in, just as Mike Mazo had taught him, with those three driving punches—two to the body and one to the chin. His luck was true to him at this point, for the left hook to the chin was exactly the one with which he had hit Billy Walton back in the Manazita Club. It landed full upon Bradford’s unprotected face. The man staggered back, and reports later said that had Riton been able to see him, he perhaps could have knocked him out in the next few seconds. rose, one December 6, 1930 Eddie, however, could not see his man and simply had to wait and rub his eyes while Bradford recovered from the effects of this blow and under the wild urging of Tommy back in his cor- ner, charged once more to try to finish the heavyweight champion. No gamer exhibition ever was given than that given by Eddie Riton during those last terrible three minutes. Four times he took a count of nine, and three times shorter counts; in this manner, stalling along and doing his best to live out the three-minute period. But he was on his feet at the end, though he did not hear the bell. His eye had been eut, his cheek bruised and both sides of his body were almost plum-colored from the pommeling Bradford had ad- ministered. But he was up. He was against the ropes, leering unseeingly across the ring, his hands raised, ready to go on with the battle, when that final bell rang. He did, in fact, strike blindly at Olson when the manager came to get him, and it was not until Olson slipped within his arms and shouted in his ear that Eddie recognized him and knew that the fight was over. “Was I knocked out?’ he mumbled. “Tell me, Oley, did he finish me?”’ Before Olson could make coherent answer they were back in Eddie's cor- ner and Eddie felt a softer hand than ever before had caressed him. He heard dimly the cheers and the shouts of the thousands and thousands of people as Linda Belledu mounted to his corner and leaned unafraid across the top rope and kissed his bruised cheek. Olson administered smelling salts and put some soothing bandage over Eddie's eyes. Linda clung tight to his sodden glove. While the crowd milled wildly around the vast stadium the an- nouncer came into the ring and walked thoughtfully, first to the referee, then to each of the judges, and so gathered the decision. He paused a moment, unseen by Eddie Riton, there under the great glaring light. A hush fell over the mul- titude, followed almost instantly by a pandemoniae roar of recognition. It was all confusing to Eddie. He was sure of nothing. He heard someone holler, ‘* You win! You're the champ!” He presumed that this was meant for Battling Bradford. Then the announcer came to him and despite the soft ban- dage over his eyes, dragged him to ring center, and he felt his right hand raised, so acclaiming him still champion of the world. (THE END) FORE ! (Continued from Page 52) twenty-five yards in the direction of the first green. “Straight as a die,” said Mr. Bull- finch with an admiring nod. ‘‘Give me a straight ball every time. Y’under- what I mean? Direction. No he was headed he should better be walking backwards.” The frayed edges of the gray mus- tache belonging to the president of Consolidated Tobaeco quivered with obvious pleasure. * Direction does help,” he confessed. “It’s everything. Positively every- thing.” Mr. Bullfinch assured him magnanimously. Mr. Peterson reached into the upper pocket of his gray sweater coat and produced two small light-colored cigars. “Smoke?” he inquired. “* You need a fresh one.” “With pleasure Mr.— Mr. ——”’ “Your shot, Sparks!”’ shouted Mr. Brodie. **All quiet on the tee,’”” Hubert J. K. warned them with mock seriousness as he stepped forward. “ Here is direction, plus.” His ball fell, in a drooping slice, into a trap two hundred yards down the fairway to the right. “You came across the ball,” Bullfinch advised him. (Continued on Page 177) Mr

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(Continued from Page 174) Mr. Brodie, about to grin, sensed the eyes of the valued client upon him and coughed violently. They came together again at the first green. “How many, partner?” inquired Mr. Brodie. “Four. It would have been three, Brodie, only | used a spoon when | should have used an iron.” “We lie alike,” the thin man told him. “ Mr. Brodie lies two and Sparks three.”’ Hubert J. K. was away, thirty-five feet of rolling green before him. “Watch this, gentlemen,” he called out. The ball came steadily for the hole, seemed to hesitate at the top of the last little rise, and then rolled gently down into the cup. “IT could tell, from the way you stroked that ball, it was going in,” Mr. Bullfinch told him ealmly. Mr. Brodie, with a twenty-footer, came next. The ball trickled a foot be- yond the cup and stopped. “Try playing it more off your right foot,”’ Mr. Bullfinch advised him kindly. Robert Lee Peterson studied the line of his putt carefully. Then, dangling like a great spider over a little white pill, he stroked his ball over nine feet of sloping green to the edge of the hole, where for a full moment it seemed to teeter uncertainly. Damn!” swore the head of Consol- idated Tobacco. “They ought to watch the grass around these cups,” said Mr. Bullfinch. “That ball should have been in. A dirty shame, Mr.— Mr. s “Your shot, Mr. Bullfinch,”’ his part- ner shouted. The Bullfinch ball lay two and one half feet from the pin, on a straight line to the hole. That gentleman, with a slight grunt, knelt behind the ball and studied the situation carefully. Then he arose, wiped both fleshy palms on his white linen pants and putted. The ball rolled six inches and stopped. The president of Wet Smacks, Ine., swung about and eyed his partner coldly. “After this, don’t shout at me just when I am about to play. Y’under- stand what I mean, Brodie? It makes me nervous.” * Sorry,”’ murmured his partner hum- bly. ‘We need your next shot for a half.”’ “Don’t I know Bullfinch. At this critical moment of customer- client relationship, the thin tones of Mr. Peterson broke the tension. “We concede the putt.” As they walked toward the second tee, Mr. Bullfinch fell in beside the new-business manager of the Atlas Ad- vertising Agency. “That's the way I like to play golf,” he confided. “With gentlemen like your friend. Not that I wouldn't have made the putt, y’understand, Sparks, but it was the sportsmanship of the thing. By the way, I didn’t get the name of your friend when ——” Something happened to one of Mr. Sparks’ feet. He pitched forward with a wild clawing of air. It was not until Mr. Bullfinch was ready to drive that he fully recovered. Mr. Bullfinch looped a fierce hook in the general direction of a small pine wood far to the left, and eyed the dark green shadows into which the ball had disappeared so blithely with a plaintive stare. “Ain't that tough?” he ejaculated. “If | had kept my left shoulder down a it?’’ snapped Mr. THE SATURDAY coupla more inches, that ball would be two hundred yards straight down the course.” mu \ THE match progressed it became LA a duel between William Alexander Brodie’s sterling golf, offset by his eli- ent's terrific wildness, and Hubert J. K. Sparks’ occasional brilliance, plus his partner’s straight—but weak—game. At the short fourth, the Brodie- Bullfinch combination became down when Mr. Bullfinch dropped four balls into the small pond in front of the tee before he discovered that he was standing too far ahead of the ball, thus proving that he had not been toeing in on the first ball as he had suspected; that he had not been placing too much weight on his right foot, as the second plop had hinted; that he had been wrong when, as the third ball scuttled down the hill to the water, he was sure he was gripping his mashie too tightly. Though he had only a casual nod for his partner’s perfect mashie-niblick to the green, he had a number of compli- mentary things to say about the tall, thin man’s use of the driver to reach the same spot. “It’s a wise man that knows his own limitations,” he declared oracularly. “Tt ain’t how you get there, y’under- stand ; it’s do you get there that counts.” “My own theory exactly,”” Mr. Pe- terson agreed, his mustache clearly indieating his appreciation of his op- ponent’s discernment. “We older men get to understand that, don’t we? Now take your own case. You know every mistake you make.” Smiling broadly, Mr. Bullfinch pro- duced a pair of his famous long, black cigars. **Have another smoke,” he cordially. The tall man took it with a little nod. “You must come over some day and play my course. These—these young men here are all right once in a while, but they set too swift a pace.” Mr. Bullfinch’s smile broadened to an engulfing grin. “IT should be dee-lighted, Mr. Mr ——”’ “They're coming up on the tee be- hind us,” cried Mr. Brodie. * You're away, Mr. Bullfinch.” As the boy put the flag back in the cup, Hubert J. K. Sparks managed to get in a quickly muttered aside to his associate. For heaven’s sake keep this mutual- admiration society apart,” he manded. “If Bullfinch ever finds out now—good night!” “If it would only rain, or snow, or something,” prayed his associate. By the aid of two successive pars on the long five-hundred-and-eighty-yard seventh and the tricky eighth, Mr. 3rodie and his partner came to the turn one up. Mr. Bullfinch was in high good hu- mor. A half-topped pitch shot to the green had run up to within six inches of the cup—thereby proving, as Mr. Bullfinch explained to his lanky op- ponent, that in golf, as in baseball, a good grounder was equal to a good fly. “Though if I hadn’t looked up | would have got the same result with a pitch shot,” he went on brightly. “Of course you would,” agreed Mr. Peterson warmly. “Just like that shot you made on No. 6.” Mr. Bullfinch rolled his eves in admiration. ** Never did I see a prettier approach. Just like a bird to its nest. Beautiful.” “Tf I only had your strength,” mourned his opponent, but his mus- tache quivered. one invited com- EVENING POST Mr. Bullfinch matched his with equal feeling. “If | only had your direction.” “Get the dovecot ready,” whispered Mr. Sparks to his associate. “We'll need an ambulance, if Bull- finch ever finds out the truth,” Mr Brodie assured him. Ahead, having painstakingly noted the re spective scores for the first nine holes, the tall, lanky man issued a reedy comment on golf on its relationship to human nature. Mr. Brodie dropped his driver in his agitation. The sweat stood out on Mr. Sparks’ salmon brow. “For instance,” Mr. Peterson pointed out, “we have built up a mutuality of interest in nine holes of golf which we might never have attained in a business way.” The president of Wet Smacks, Ine., nodded forcefully. *‘Ain’t it the truth? Nothing in the world is there like golf for fellowship. Just what I said to Brodie, didn’t |, Brodie? For instance, how could a man like the fresh air an’ the sunshine an’ the birds an’ still stick a knife in the back of somebody that never did anything to him? Y'under- stand what I mean? Like I said to Brodie here; how could I be the kind of a man that always counts my strokes in golf an’ at the same time, y'under- stand, kick my ball out of the tall grass in business?” lament “In other words, golf brings out a man’s true nature,” assented Mr. Pe- terson. “Exactly. Take your case. After nine holes I could tell how you play business as well as golf. Not like one of these cheap, dirty tobac ’* Mr. Brodie swung around hurriedly as his partner gasp. ‘“‘What’s the matter with you?” he demanded. Mr. Brodie fanned his face feebly. “I—I—I swallowed my gum,” he croaked, truthfully. Hubert J. K. Sparks pounded him violently on the back. “A man should have more control of himself,” observed Mr. Bullfinch tartly. For a moment Mr. Brodie stared at him. “Control?” He the word with the swiftly rising inflection began to repeated of approaching hysteria. Then he be- gan to laugh. mm MAN cannot carry the burden of LA responsibility entailed by the ab- keeping a highly client learning that his acquired friend is, in reality, a detested business foe, and still play lower-eighties golf. On the thirteenth green, the strain of keeping ever on the alert to shout, to « ough, to solute necessitv of valued from Tit wly bosom see imaginary foursomes coming up in the rear, to push caddies together and then rush forward to stop the fight, proved too great for human endurance. Under the reproachful eye of his part- ner, Mr. Brodie missed a putt which evened the match, and sent his next drive screaming into the rough. “Away off on your timing,” Mr. Bullfinch counseled him. ** You act like a man that has a ninety-day note to pay off.” Mr. Bullfinch dropped his own ball into the creek, a scant fifty yards from the tee. “You see?” he pointed out. “You what happens? | thinking of how bad your timing is an’ I throw my short Set am own all off.” On the fourteenth, an easy Mr Brodie, cares of business and the growing cold- ness of his as he dubbed stroke after stroke, dumped his ball trap beside the green and holed out in five. par three, still weighed down by the partner, into a When SHE is still dressing at 9 for an 8:30 show... start the Gosley ROAMIO Such primping! Will she ever y> Missed the vy this tice t et You k an't hurry her, but you y ve if while waiting. Just start your HOSLEY BROAMIO Au whole first act you « mobile Radio Heomving Set. 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He made a motion indicative of cutting one’s throat with neatness and dispatch. “That’s my tip on Peterson,” he shot back. *‘Can’t bear to lose either. What's your plan?” “Bring ‘em in even,”’ hissed his as- sociate. **The old besarks!”’ In order to lose the next hole it was necessary for the head of the new- business department of the Atlas Ad- vertising Agency to play his chip shot over the green to a trap. “You should have played it safe,” Mr. Peterson snapped. “Sorry,’’ mumbled his partner. Mr. Peterson blew through his mus- tache and nodded shortly. The sixteenth was halved when both Mr. Sparks and Mr. Brodie missed short putts, Hubert J. K. because of his promise, his associate because of the continuing strain. The seventeenth hole of the Seekow- kie Country Club is a long par four with a sharp dog leg to the right. With the menacing eye of his business asso- ciate upon him, Mr. Sparks drove his ball deep into the woods at the begin- ning of the angle. His partner, jaw clenched, popped straight down the fairway. “Beautiful,” applauded Mr. Bull- finch. Due, absolutely, to faulty wrists, Mr. Bullfinch’s ball seampered off the tee, dived into the tall grass, hit a large bowlder and leaped high in the air, finally to rest on the edge of the fair- way. “That took steam,” applauded Mr. Peterson. William Alexander Brodie put every ounce of power he possessed into a mighty slice which curved around the edge of the wood, like a wheeling swal- low, and ran straight for the unseen green. Mr. Bullfinch grunted his approval. **You kept your head down that time.” He even smiled at his advertising counsel when that gentleman’s birdie three cinched the hole and left the match with one hole to play. The last hole got off to a flying start all the way around. Mr. Sparks’ long, straight drive won the approval of his partner's mustache in no uncertain fashion. The same mustache extended itself in pride when its owner, instead of sending his ball high into the air, shot a low ball straight for the direction flag atop a little knoll to the left of the club- house. Mr. Bullfinch slapped his new-found friend on the back. ‘*That one didn’t go up in Minnie’s room!” he shouted even, enthusiastically. “A wow! A positive wow, Mr.—Mr. ——” ‘Brodie is shooting,’ hissed Mr. Sparks. Mr. Bullfinch’s frown, germinating quickly at the hiss, changed to a smile as he watched his partner's ball speed high and fast down the middle of the course, *T couldn't find a fault with it,” he declared. For the first-time during the after- noon, his own ball rose in a high are and soared a hundred and fifty yards, straight and true. Mr. Bullfinch turned around. December 6,19350 “You see what happens,” he in- quired, ‘‘ when I do everything right?”’ **Beautiful,”’ said Mr. Peterson fer- vidly, ** beautiful.” The eighteenth green lies wide and shaded on the top of a knoll before the porch of the Seekowkie Country Club. The deep traps to the right and left hide the average golfer as he seeks to lift his ball from the sand and out above the high overhang which guards the edges of the green. The sand is deep and the average pitch shot buries itself beyond the reach of anything but a mighty explosion shot. All these things William Alexander Brodie remembered as his mashie shot hit the deep turf of the overhang and dropped back into the sand. Behind him he could hear Hubert J. K. Sparks snarling. “What do you expect me to do now? Put one on the clubhouse porch?” He could hear his client’s mumbled: “Never up, never in, Brodie.” He strode forward, jaw clenched. The others evaded the traps—Bull- finch with five on the green, Sparks with three, the president of Consoli- dated Tobacco with six. With both hands clenched tightly around his nib- lick Brodie waded into the sand and out of sight of the trio on the green. Suddenly from above he heard the thin, reedy voice of Mr. Sparks’ guest. “I’ve got it!” it piped. *‘I knew your name was familiar, Bullfinch! But | couldn't place it. You are the president of this Wet Smack Company, aren't you? The one that makes these candy bars? I guess is Came the familiar Bullfinch bary- tone, sonorous with modest pride: “Sure I am. Exactly. Maybe | should know you too. Only I didn’t catch your name, Mr.—Mr. ——” “It’s Brodie’s shot!”’ screamed Hu- bert J. K. Sparks. ‘** Fore!” But S. Bullfinch, Esquire, was not to be balked. The tall, gaunt man was eying him queerly. “Brodie can wait,”’ he announced calmly. ‘All afternoon I have been try- ing to get this gentleman’s name and always it is somebody’s something or other. Now if you please ——”’ Hardly realizing what he did, Wil- liam Alexander Brodie reached down and plucked his ball from the clinging sand. High above him the bright orange sweater of his highly valued customer presented a broad expanse of vivid or- ange. Without stopping to think or reason, he hurled the ball at the splash of color. All the pent-up emotion of the afternoon flowed into his arm. The or- ange sweater dropped with a sickening thud, Mr. Brodie dropped limply into the sand. It was Hubert J. K. Sparks who saved the day. As his partner busied himself with the stricken Bullfinch he rushed to the edge of the green and shouted loudly down the vacant fair- way: **What the hell do you fellows mean by driving into us?” They were nearly to the highly or- nate menage of the Bullfinches, known as The Nest, before the president of the Wet Smack Corporation ceased to groan and rub his broad back against the leather of Mr. Brodie’s little coupé. “Who hit me?” he inquired weakly. Mr. Brodie blushed, but answered truthfully, ‘A ball from behind.”’ Mr. Bullfinch nodded feebly. “A dirty trick,” he muttered. “*The kind of a trick a golfer like Peterson would play if he was out there this afternoon.”

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST (sia Oe Oe Be. Che when the world was young, diamonds have ever been man's most treasured possession, adorning beauty down through the ages. Diamonds are still man's most precious gift to woman, but, today, those who know insist that the diamond they buy be a Virgin Diamond, direct from the mines, whose beauty has not been shared with countless unknown owners. ... . A diamond should remind of the giver, and of him only, without doubt or question of previous owner- ship or past associations. Its beauty should be yours, and yours alone. The knowledge that your diamond, since the world began, has never adorned any finger but yours adds immeasur- ably to the joy in its possession. . . Such are Virgin Diamonds, each with its own registered number engraved on the mounting and ap- pearing onthe Certificate of Title. This guaran- tee of origin offers you the gratifying assurance that no one before ever owned or wore the Virgin Diamond which adorns your finger. R G It N D | A M O N D S$ Y N es fae A + & Holland Office: 47 Sarphatistraat, AMSTERDAM, H LAN BOSTON KANSAS CITY MINNEAPOLI MILWAUKEE PITTSBURGH ] CINCINNATI *A letter addressed to the Virgin Diamond Syndicate at any of its American branch offices in the cities above listed will bring you the name your nearest Virgin Diamond Jew

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180 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST What a watch him open it! Krementz Cuff Links. Plain, engraved in enamels, or with colored stones Also Sport links with art crystals, cut and painted in the form of dogs, horses, foxes, angler's flies, and figures of the golfer. In gift cases, $1.50 to $5.00. Krementz Collar Buttons in white or ellow gold. Heads are plain, or orna mented with chased designs. Some of veads are set with mother-of-pearl. 2 in gilt box, 75c to $4.25 the set joy to Krementz Correct Evening Jewelry. Full Dress and Tux- edo Sets in handsome gift cases. From $7.50 to $35.00 ILL you be there when he opens your gift? Dare you watch his face during that unguarded instant when he first sees what you have bought for him—that tell- tale moment when his expression shows what he rea//y thinks of your gift? Give him Krementz Jewelry and you will see his face light up with pleasure before his lips find words to express it—for a gift of Krementz Jewelry gladdens the heart of every man! There are Krementz Sets for full dress wear, and the correct set to be worn with the Tuxedo. There are Krementz Soft Collar Holders and Tie Holders to keep “his” neckwear as “neat as a pin” and Krementz Cuff Links in a fascinating va- riety of smart colors and designs. And Krementz Wrist Watch Bands which are “simply perfect’’ because so “perfectly simple”. The better stores everywhere carry Krementz Jewelry. May we send you ovr handsomely illustrated booklet which contains a Dress Chart, showing what is correct to wear for each and every occasion? KREMENTZ & CO., Newark, N. J. Makers of Fine Jewelry since 1866 New York Office: 286 Fifth Avenue —LACkawanna 3123 KREMENT Z GIFT JEWELRY FOR MEN, December 6,1930 Index of Advertisers December 6, 1930 PAGE AC Spark Plug Company. 44 Alemite Corporation 71 Alexander Hamilton Institute 153 Allegheny Steel Company 128 Aluminum Company of America 117 American Chain Company, Inc &8 American Optical Company 119 American Pencil Company 122 American Telephone & Telegraph Co.. 53 American Thermos Bottle Co., The. .151 Arch Preserver Shoes 170 Armstrong Cork Company 87 Art Metal Works, Inc 163 AutoStrop Safety Razor Co., Inc..55, 182 Ayer & Son, Incorporated, N. W 59 Bartels, Henry 173 Bauer & Black 144 Belden Manufacturing Company 116 Boott Mills 169 Brown & Williamson Tobacco Corporation SO Brown Shoe Company 134, 135 Bunte Brothers 148 Burnstine, Mack M 176 Ca Motor Car Company 38 California Fruit Growers Exchange 76 Ci ll Soup Company 31 Carrom Co The 165 Carter's Ink Company, The 84, 85 Celotex Company, The 98 Chevrolet Motor Company 42,43 Christy Company, The 123 Cities Service Company 141 Cluett, Peabody & Co., Inc 184 Cokal Stoker Corporation 146 Coleman, Watson E 173 Colgate-Palmolive-Peet Co 64 Colgate’s Rapid Shave Cream 64 Commercial Paste Company, The 173 Connecticut Telephone & Electric Corporation 153 Corbin, P. & F 80 Crosley Radio Corp., Th 177 Curtis Publishing Company, The 158 Defiance Spark Plugs, Incorporated. . 106 De Soto Motor Corporation 41 Ditto Incorporated 162 Dorr er Mig. Co., A. F 155 Duotold Health Underwear Co 150 Du Pont Viscoloid Company, Inc 95 Eastman Kodak Co 147 ‘Edison General Electric Appliance Company, In 48,49 Electric Razor Corporation 157 Eureka Vacuum Cleaner Co 183 Evans & Co., Victor J 169 Evans’ Laboratories, George B 145 Fleischmann’s Yeast 51 Florsheim Shoe Company, The 162 Ford Motor Company 57, 83 Gardner Pocket Book Mig. Co 178 General Foods Corporation Postum Company, Inc 8 | General Motors Radio Corporation 36 General Tire & Rubber Co., The 77 Glo-Co Company 148 Glover Company, H. B. 136, 137 Gross Co., Inc., Benjamin & Edward J 142, 143 Grushlaw & Sichel 130 Hamilton Watch Company 27 Hanes Knitting Co., P. H 89 Hankscraft Company, The 169 Harris Hdw. & Mig. Company, D. P..153 Hart Schaffner & Marx 2 Hercules Motors Corporation 132 Hollingshead Co., The R. M 160 Hudson Motor Car Company 72,73 Illinois Watch, The 159 International Typewriter Exchangt 1605 Jarman Shoe Company 166 Jenlon Company, The 177 Johnson's Arms & Cycle Works, Iver. 165 Johnston & Murphy 174 PAGE Klein & Sons, Mathias. ... 69 Krementz & Co. 180 Lambert Pharmacal Company 60, 63 Lane Company, The 171 Lang's Daylight, Inc 169 Larus & Bro. Co 96 Libby, McNeill & Libby 33 Liberty Orchards Co 173 Liggett & Myers Tobacco Company 67 Lincoln Logs 177 Lincoln Motor Company, The 61 Littlefield Mig. Co 148 Lorillard Company, P 58 Luden's, Inc 121 Manning, Bowman & Company 92,93 McFaddin & Co., Inc., H. G 126 Multistamp Company, Inc., The 161 Nash Motors Co 104 National Carbon Company, In 78 National Kraut Packers’ Association, The » 118 National Lead Company : 152 Nation's Business 181 New Departure Manufacturing Company 46 New Haven Clock Company, The 79 New Yorker Hotel 109 Niagara Hudson Power Corporatior 131 North Bros. Mig. Co..... o4 Packard Motor Car Co 68S Parke, Davis & Co 65 Parker Brothers, Inc 133 Penick & Ford, Ltd., In« 154 Pennzoil Co., The 114 Perfect Circle Company, The 111 Perfection Stove Company 139 Perkins & Son, Inc., B. F 161 Pines Winterfront Company 167 Pioneer Suspender Company 164 Probak Corporation 55 Puritan Knitting Mills, Inc 175 Quaker State Oil Refining Co 108 RCA Victor Co., Inc IV Cover Reid, Murdoch & Co III Ce t Remington Arms Co., In 115 Reo Motor Car Company 90 Rubberset Company 125 Sargent & Company 129 Sheaffer Pen Company, W. A 1 Sikes Company, The 103 Smith & Corona Typewriters Inx iL 138 Sparks-Withington Company, The 102 Stanco, Incorporated (Nujol 156 Standard Brands Incorporated Fleischmann’s Yeast 51 Streit Manufacturing Company, The C. F 172 Texas Company, The 66 limken Roller Bearing Company, The. 74 rravel Guild, Inc., The 177 lropic-Aire, In 120 Underwood Typewriter Company 100, 101 Universal Pictures 62 Vacuum Oil Co _- 33 Virgin Diamond Syndicat 179 Wahl Co., The 149 Waters-Genter Company 97 Westinghouse Electric and Manutac turing Company 112,113 Whitman & Son, In Stephen F. Il Cover Whole Bran S1 Wildroot Company, Inc 105 Williams Company, The J. B 124 Winchester Repeating Arms Co 107 Wood & Sons, Inc., J. R 168 Yawman & Erbe Mig. Co 75 While every precaution is taken to insure accuracy, we cannot guarantee against the possibility of an occasional change or omission in the preparation of this index.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 18! * WHAT! No more WORLDS! @ “@ @ “NO MORE WORLDS TO CONQUER, “ sighed Alexander the Great some 2300 years ago. His “era of expansion” was ended. He had been everywhere and annexed every- thing . . . with the trifling exception of ninety per cent of Europe, most of Asia, the bulk of Africa and two undiscovered American continents! If you believe the pessimists, Business today is echoing Alexander's famous lament, with varia- tions. No more expansion in sight! Nothing left but a dead level of cautious plodding! sut, before you join the doleful refrain, go into the laboratories, drafting rooms and market study departments of Industry. Find out whether today’s captains think that progress has reached a stalemate. And you will quickly discover that the spirit of exploration is still alive. These modern explorers . . . business leaders of tomorrow ... have profitably used the last twelve months to study and survey, to investigate the creaks and rattles in their business machinery that couldn't be heard until the clamor of a bullish bedlam died down—to find new worlds to conquer! And they have found them. For instance: Up in Massachusetts, a new kind of factory is being erected. No windows. Lighting, tempera- ture and humidity automatically controlled uniform working conditions winter and summer. A challenge to present-day construction . . . and new worlds for the building industry to conquer! Meanwhile, a manufacturer in Milwaukee charts new worlds for steel in making continuous pipe to link industrial centers with gas wells hundreds of miles away. Aluminum finds new uses in transmission line cable, street car construction and office furniture. The photo-electric cell, a laboratory plaything yesterday, supports a growing industry today and finds a whole new universe in fire protection apparatus, counting and sorting machines, smoke control, television and the talkies Retailing turns scientific, rearranges its tables and shelves, develops “pick-up” merchandise and cuts its cost while it makes new business for the package manufacturers. And purveyors of food, sailing fresh seas, find still newer ways to preserve fruits and vegetables by fast freezing. No new worlds? Look again! While modern Alexanders bewail the limits of their fate, the modern Magellans, Columbuses and Balboas of business lift their eyes to never ending horizons * Nation's Business is designed to help the individual busi ness man-—no matter what his business is—to chart his course of exploration among the powerful currents of Indus try’s \-ternal forces Published by the United States Chamber of Commerce at Washington, D. ¢ Valion’s Business is read by more than 300,000 business men each month. Executives find it an indispensable aid Advertisers find it an = indispensable medium At your newsstand, 25 cents a copy. Or, sent to your home or oflice, three vears for $7.50 NATION'S BUSINESS PUBLISHED MONTHLY AT WASHINGTON BY THE UNITED STATES CHAMBER OF COMMERCE More than 320,000 circulation MERLE THORPE, Editor

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182 MEN WHO KNOW STEEL PREFER THE VALFT THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ~MEN WHO KNOW FACES PRESCRIBE IT everywhere recommend VALET shaving . . . HYSICIANS and dermatologists everywhere agree that Valet shaving is easier on the face —that it prevents and relieves skin disorders caused by harsh, incorrect shaving. Nine out of ten physicians in Chicago’s famous Cook County Hospital (the world’s largest) prefer Valet. Thirteen out of fourteen graduate dermatologists of the University of Louisville use the new Valet themselves and say that it helps to eliminate skin irritation and infection. The entire Dermatological Society of the University of Cincinnati expresses the same preference for Valet. The Dean of Dermatology at another great university—after months of testing different razors on dozens of patients—found the Valet blade and Valet AutoStrop Razor “far superior’’ in materials, workmanship and shaving results. These medical reports are written and signed. They of dermatologists who actually prescribe Valet shaving for patients whose tender skins must be shaved as gently as a cool caress. The Valet blade and Valet AutoStrop Razor are made exclusively for each other—and make a perfect combination. The blade is triple-hardened, Valetite- processed steel, honed to a true razor edge and magnifying-mirror inspected to insure perfection. The razor always holds this super-keen blade at the friendliest shaving angle. You clean and strop the blade in split-secoad time—without removing it from the razor. Keep your face young—your skin clear. Try the shaving method prescribed by physicians who know faces. Get your Valet blades today —and the razor if you haven't one. The new blade can be identified by the word "Valet" cut through the steel AL TOSTROP SAFETY RAZOR COMPANY, INC., 656 First Avenue, New York Also, Toronto, London, Paris, Milan, Rio de Janeiro The NEw VALET AutoStrop BLADE December 6, 1930 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST (More Than 2,850,000 Net Paid Circulation Weekly) IS fully protected by copyright and nothing that appears in it may be reprinted, either wholly or in part, without special permission. The use of our articles or quotations from them for advertising promotions and stock-selling schemes is never authorized. Table of Contents December 6, 1930 Cover Design by Norman Rockwell SHORT STORIES A Perfectly Beautiful Time—Lucian Cary PAGES Illustrated by May Wilson Preston 6 and 134 Horse Play— William Hazlett Upson Illustrated by Tony Sarg 10 and 69 Business Courtesy—Leonard H. Nason Illustrated by Robert W. Stewart 14 and 86 The Fog Blew Over the Mountain—Ben Ames Williams Illustrated by J. Clinton Shepherd 16 and 94 Bittersweet— Thomas McMorrow _lilustrated by James H. Crank 22 and 118 The Hypothesis of Artemis—Clarence Budington Kelland Illustrated by Arthur William Brown 24 and 148 Fore!—Everett Rhodes Castle Illustrated by Raeburn Van Buren 50 and 174 ARTICLES The Secretary to the President— Everett Sanders Photographs 3 and 106 Split Seconds— Alfredo Codona Photographs 12 and 75 The Ruling Dynasty of Wisfollette—Louis H. Cook Photographs 18 and 80 Vittles and Viands— Marie Kimball Photographs 20 and 115 Cutting Expenses— Margaret Culkin Banning Decoration by Wyncie King 26 and 157 Debunking Banking— JamesR.Crowell CartoonbyHerbert Johnson 29 and 103 Death Valley Scotty— Bourke Lee Photographs 32 and 60 Loungers of the League— Wythe Williams Decorations by Wyncie King 54 SERIALS Champ (Conclusion)— Charles Francis Coe Illustrated by H. R. Ballinger 37 and 161 Mister Noodle (Fourth part of six)— J. P. McEvoy Illustrated by Arthur William Brown 45 and 126 MISCELLANY Five Sonnets— Edna St. Vincent Millay Decoration by Franklin Booth Q Editorials 28 Post Scripts 30 and 60 Getting On in the World 133 are supported by | growing numbers | A REQUEST FOR CHANGE OF ADDRESS must reach us at least thirty days before the date of issue with which it is to take effect. Duplicate copies cannot be sent to replace those undelivered through failure to send such advance notice. With your new address be sure also to send us the old one, inclosing if possible your address label from a recent copy. Persons canceling their subscriptions will receive a proportionate refund. THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY Independence Square, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Publishers also of the Ladies’ Home Journal! (monthly), in U. S. or Canada 10c the copy, $1.00 the year, 2 years for $1.50, 3 years for $2.00; and of The Country Gent/ieman (monthly), in U. S. or Canada Sc the copy, 3 years for $1.00. Foreign prices on editorial or title page, or quoted on request NEXT WEEK THE HOUSE OF DARKNESS By C. E. Scoggins The author of " A Man Named Carrigan” and “The Country of Old Men” has written a new serial that will hold the reader through every page of its six install ments. In it five persons—four men and a girl —are trapped in the jungle of the Maya country. It is a story of natural beauty and nature's cruelty, of courage and cowardice, of love and hate, and of a big blond man who played a Maya god. THE LONG AND THE SHORT OF IT By Edwin Lefevre In which it is shown that there is nothing new under the sun — not even among the bears in Wall Street. THE PROJECT By Lucy Stone Terrill A delightful romance that will please all who like to see the right man get the right girl. OTHER STORIES AND ARTICLES by Barrett Willoughby, Arthur T. Munyan, Brooke Hanlon, Charles F. Kettering, Sam Hellman, Octavus Roy Cohen, Philip Wylie, J. P. McEvoy and Mara Evans.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ets be sensible about this CHRISTMAS BUSINE Just call the nearest Arrer all, isn’t the best gift the most practical one? The gift that is used every day... one that modernizes and beautifies the home . . . one that light- ens labor and creates new leisure? Such She already has a vacuum cleaner? But you know, old ‘ leaners often lose ellectiveness through wear. |] hough they seem to run as well as ever, they make a woman’s work harder instead of easier. easily be arranged. dealer, listed in your classified telephone directory under the heading “Eureka”, EUREKA VACUUM CLEANER CO. a gift will be remembered in grateful A new Eureka will soon save its cost... DETROIT, U.S.A, appreciation when trinkets are discarded through greater suction power which I t Manuf a ee ee Canadian ba kK Hee . MI fon, and forgotten. cleans so much more thoroughly and W. C. 1, England; 29%-301 Castlereagh St., Sqdney, Australia quickly, and through the new sanitizing, Why not, this year, a Grand " J J deodorizing and moth control features, The Grand -; 726, EUREKA VACUUM CLEANER GETS -MORE- DIRT THE EUREKA STANDARD IS PRICED AT $56.50. OTHER LATEST MODELS ARE THE HIGH-QUALITY, FULL-SIZED EUREKA SPECIAL, $39.50; THE EUREKA JUNIOR, $16.50 ELECTRIC HEATER HAIR- DRYING ATTACHMENT, $3.00.) ALL OBTAINABLE ON AN EASY PAYMENT PLAN. Prize Eureka for Christmas? Nothing will save so many Let’s give sensible gifts this Christmas precious hours. Nothing will ‘ give the Better V ay ol ‘ leaning, pre- contribute more to health and ferred and used by more than 2,500,000 The Eureka Man will gladly demonstrate in your home, Or, if you happiness. Nothing will serve women. so many useful purposes in the home. prefer to make the gift a surprise, that can

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December 6, 1950 THE Give him an Arrow—the Style in Shirts he knows... likes... S0MSES . cs WEATS N a commonplace “gift-shirt,” the average man is quietly unhappy. But put him into Arrow and he wears a shirt whose style-authority is always fresh, always correct—whose fit is smart and skilful—whose new fabrics and pat- terns he invariably likes—whose name- reputation for masculine style he has always respected —and whose value makes the gift durable. Only Arrow Shirts have Arrow Collars—which (he knows) sures the style and the fit of his shirts. The principal men’s-outfitters throughout America are all ready to conspire with you to surprise him with the nicest Christmas present he will get theyll show you the most interesting Christmas shirt-collection Arrow has ever offered. The prices range from _INC., TROY, N. Y. SATURDAY EVENING

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