Indianapolis Times, Volume 34, Number 32, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 June 1921 — Page 4

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Jniimna Satin ctirnro INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA. Daily Except Sunday, 25-29 South Meridian Street Telephones—Main 3500, New 28-351' MEMBERS OF AUDIT BUREAU OF OSCULATIONS. _ < Chicago, Detroit, St. Louis, G. Logan Payne Cos. Advertising omces j New Turk. Boston, Payne, Burns A Smith. Inc. THIS SEEMS to be the open season for honorary degrees. WILL THE immigration restrictions reduce the number of foreign publicity seekers? THERE'S ONE advantage in being poor. The divorce scandals of impecunious couples are not spread on the front pages. PERHAPS the Legislature did not intend that the reformatory appropriation should be sufficient to build and equip an entirely new and separate institution. REPORTS ARE that the wiggle Is to be taken out of dancing. Simultaneously, it is reported that six women were arrested for playing poker. The girls must have their pleasure somehow. REPORTS from Columbus, Ind., say that farmers are predicting dollar wheat there when the thrashing season begins. It looks as if President Harding's famous campaign slogan is coming true. SECRETARY HUGHES is reported to be attempting to learn the meaning of congressional peace proposals. Did anybody ever figure out just where President Harding stands on thfe subject? THE QUESTION of whether that man who received one cent damages for the loss of S7OO worth of rings while being manicured received his money’s worth depends largely on the manicurist. THE BLUFFTON city council has requested the resignation of the mayor. This may be a better solution of the difficulties of some cities than the adoption of the manager form of government. Never Mind the Children! Out in the residence part of Indianapolis school children are asked io attend school in a building that has three times been condemned by the fire marshal as a menace to their lives. In another section of the city children are asked to attend school in portable buildings that are now and have been for years maintained in direct violation of the State law. Down in the heart of the city, their easy office chairs resting on fireproof floors, with iced running water at their elbows and electric fans driving iced air over them, sit a coterie of power-loving individuals who desire control of the affairs of the school city of Indianapolis. These would-be bosses of the school city have no children going to the fire traps or the insanitary huts in the residence part of the city. Their children were educated in the schools when the buildings were commodious enough for the children of the city. Other taxpayers than they raised the money for these schools and did not remonstrate about it. Now these bosses are asked to contribute a little of the wealth they have amassed because Indianapolis has grown into a great city, to provide schools for the children of the citizens whose coming to Indianapolis has made It a great city. And they "protest!” - J Oh, yes, they say we must have such schools as are absolutely necessary to house our children, but we want to say what schools are necessary! Yes, they admit it is too bad that little children have to be crowded into fire traps and subjected to the menaces of a Collingwood disaster, but we must take those chances with our children now, you see, because the Tutewiler-Crippin-Gadd majority of the school board will not let irs tell them what architects ana what contractors to hire to build new buildings, and how in the world are we going to get any benefit out of the school building program if we do not have control over the school board? And as many of the citizens of Indianapolis to whom school children mean nothing—as many of theifa as prefer to "take a chance” with the innocent lives of the kiddies —applaud the “protest.” * Consistent, isn’t it, that those persons who have protested against the expenditure of several million dollars in the purchase of additional grounds for a war memorial should be pictured as brigands and thugs and denounced as unpatriotic and obstructionists, while those 'Who have been deceitfully led into protesting against the expenditure of less than a million dollars to take the children out of fire traps, are held up before the public as brave defenders of the public good? But there is a great difference between these two projects. The money to be raised by the sale of bonds for the addition to the war memorial Bite will pass through the hands of the hirelings of the bosses who sit in the fireproof buildings. The money to be raised by the sale of bonds for the taking of children out of fire traps will pass through the hands of officials who have had the courage to tell these bosses to go hence. And very soon It will be up to the people of Indianapolis to say whether less than a million dollars must stand in the way of making school buildings safe for children! Voters , Be Patient Presumably, Mr. Boyd M. Ralston, Democratic nominee for mayor, will give the voters of Indianapolis some reasons why they should cast their ballots for him and will define his stand on questions of grave municipal interest before the election next November. The voters are entitled to this information and since the promulgation of what has been termed the Democratic party platform they are, no doubt, more curious than ever. This platform contains much that is interesting and a great deal that is wholly true. It is an exploitation of those things that Indicate the crying need in the community of a strong party of opposition to that now in power. Voters who read it will generally unite In the conclusion there ought to be more offered them than is offered by the Republican party. And so feeling they will look to Mr. Ralston to supply what has been, for one reason or another, omitted from the platform which was expected to contain it. Simmered down to a recognizable state, the r.. .nicipal election problem this year is to find that which is offered which is different from that of which we have had enough of in the past. Doubtless Mr. Ralston has some ideas all his own which are such as to induce voters to support him. For these ideas, perhaps, we shall have to wait until cooler weather. The Gentler Sex The gentler Bex is ever a source of wonder. At times it seems true that the female is really the deadlier of the species. Recent dispatches from Chicago tell of actions by women, illustrating the cause of such conclusions. v A wealthy lady took a number of children into a field to photograph them with some sheep. A ram objected. The children escaped and ghve the alarm and, although the ram broke the lady’s leg, she successfully kept it away from further damage by using a high-heeled slipper on it. This fortunate adoption of such a means never would have occurred to a mere man. f The second incident was brought out in a divorce court, when it was shown that the wife had twice ripped open the husband's chest with a hat pin, and also attacked him with finger nails, so that each time a surgeon’s services were necessary. All this plainly shows that the fine weapons of scorn and sarcasm and ridicule may be discarded by women at times, and that once the necessity appears, the ability of the gentler sex to meet the needs of the Lhour Is manifest. 4 Amazon soldiers in Africa, Amazon soldiers in Russia and Poland, Rave long since demonstrated that there need be no weaker sisters if Bmortunity is given for proper training. The artificial barrier of all politics distinction is generally swept away in civilized countries and slowly, Hk surely, a petticoat government of everything is growing broadcast Hie towns in the United States tolerate no men officers. is observed that Kipling, to whonp, the remark is attributed that is the deadlier, did not venture on this subject until he was along in years, and even then it occurred before the constitutional

Sunset Point, in Turkey Run State Park, pictured above, overlooks Sugar Creek, one of the State’s historical streams. This view is obtained from the bluff, close to the new hotel at the park. Thousands of visitors are expected at the park during the summer, as rnauy conventions and reunions are to be held there.

Ye TOWNE GOSSIP Copyright, 1921, by Star Company. By K. C. B. J ONE ARTHUR B. Calder. • * • A RED-HAIRED youth. • • • IN TnE golden days. •* • ♦ WHEN WE were boya. • • • CSED TO trudge with me. • • • TO SUNDAY school. • • • AND WE called him Artie. • • * AND OFTENTIMES. ... I’D DISCUSS with Artie. • • • OB HE with me. • • • THE MYSTERIES. • • • OF THE many things • • • THEY SOUGHT to teach us. • • • AT THE Sunday school. • • • AND I remember. • • • THAT ONE of the-things. 0 0 0 WE COULD understand. • • • OR THOUGHT wo could. • • • WAS THE teacher’s promise. • • • “BE THOU diligent In business. • • • "AND YOU shall sit before kings.” ... AND LITERALLY. ... WE ACCEPTED that. ... AND BOTH grew up. ... AND WENT our ways. • • • AND ARTIE. • * • CHOSE A railroad life. • • • AND S ears went by. • • • AND IT came to pass. • • • THAT IN Canada. • • • WHEN THE Prlnca of Wales. • • • CAME ON hU trip. * • • mis RED-HAIRED friend. * 0 • OF MY boyhood days. • • WAS IN command. ... AND NOW I learn. . ... THAT A month ago. ... / OR MAYBE two. ... HE HAD audience. ... WITH ROYALTY. ... IN LONDON town. • • • AND GETTING around. 0 0 0 TO MY humble self. • • • I WANT Artie to know. • • • THAT PTE been Invited. ... TO WASHINGTON. • * • TO SEE Laddie Boy. •V * • * AND I haVe an Idea. 0 0 0 I’LL SEE Laddie's master. * • '* AND IF I'ffb. • • • I’M GOING to sit down. 0 0 0 WHICH IS one more more. • * • THAN ARTIF. made. 0 0 0 FOR HE had to stand. 0 0 0 AND ANYWAY. 0 0 0 IT‘S ALE come true. ... AS WE understood. ... i WHAT THE teacher said. I\ * • i thank you.

INDIANA DAILY TIMES, SATURDAY, JUNE 18,1921.

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QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS

(Any reader can get the answer to any question by writing THE INDIANA DAILY TIMES INFORMATION BUREAU, UHKDKHIU J. MASKIN', DIRECTOR. WASHINGTON, D. 0. This offir applies strictly to Information. Tne bureau cannot give advi s on legal, medical and financial matters. It does not attempt to settle domestic troubles, nor to undertake exhaustive research on uny subject Write your questions plainly end briefly. Give full name and address and enclose 2 cents In stamps for return postage. All replies are sent direct to the inquirer.) GRAINS IN BUSHEL OF WHEAT. Q. How mngiy grains arc there in a busbel of wheat? In a pound of wheat? L. E. I>. A. The number of grains in a bushel i of wheat has been given as varying from 446.580 to 971.940 The number in a pound varies from 7.500 to 24,000; from 377 determinations the average was 12,000 grains. WEIGHING THE EARTH. Q. What is the name of the machine which weighs the earth R. J A. The Naval Observatory says the mass of the earth has been determined by menus of the Torsiou Balance, an in strument for measuring very minute forces. By means of this instrument the attractive force of a large metal ball Is accurately measured, and by comparing this force with the earth's attraction the mass of the earth may be ascertained. B. C. D. DISCHARGE. Q. What kind of n discharge does D. C, D. in the Navy mean? F. H. A. A. The Navy Department says that B. C. D. means Bad Conduct Discharge. PLOVER TRAVELS FARTHEST. Q. In migrating which bird travels farthest ? A. L. D. A. The Golden Plover travels farther than any other bird. It breeds as far north as Labrador, and goes as far south as Brazil. PROMOTES EYELASH GROWTH. Q. My eyelashes are very What can I do-to promote their growth ? M. H. W. A. To stimulate the growth of eyelashes melt yellow vaseline and put it on the roots of the lashes with a tiny •'stnel’s hair brush, being careful not to get any of the oil in the eyes. LARGEST PETRIFIED FOREST. Q. Where is tne largest petrified forest in the United States? G. W. 3. A. The Bureau of Forestry says that the petrified forest of Arizona is considered the largest in existence and may

Can You Make Good Pie Crust? Very few people can. Are you a good enough cook to make the kind of corn bread for which the South it famous? Have you ever tried to make Boston brown bread? There Isn't any trick in making these things perfectly. The Department of Agriculture has published a booklet which makes it possible for any one. It sets forth the right way to make practically every pastry. This invaluable baking book -is a free Government publication and our Washington Bureau will secure a copy for any one who sends 2 cents in stamps for return postage. In filling out the coupon print name and address, or be sure to write plainly:

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soon be put in a class with the National Parks of the United States There are petrified forest) In Colorado and Nebraska but none c- mpare with the petrified forest of Ark ua. "MILLIONS FOR DEFENSE." Q. Who said ''Millions for defense, but not one cent for -tribute?” , J. R. A. Charles Cotesworth Pinckney, at the time he was sent to France as nn American Commissioner, upon a suggestion of Tallyrand to the effect that a gift of money was a necessary preliminary to negotiations, the alternative being war, is •aid to have replied: "War be it, then; • millions for defense, sir, but not one cent | for tribute.” A PLANT COMMUNITY. Q. What Is meant by a plaut community ? I. M. 8. A. Plant society, association or community are te'.ma given to an assemblage of plants gr-iwlng in a common habitat I under similar life conditions. PLATINUM KNOWN AGES AGO. (J. Who discovered platinum? L. B. j A. The existence of platinum wns first made known In Europe by Antor.to de j Ulloa In 1736. It wns first described by Watson In Philosophical Transactions of 1750. TO C LEAN FEATHERS. Q. Please tell tne how to clean feather beds and pillows. c. p A. Choose a bright day when a good breese Is blowing. Have ready a bag of cheesecloth or thin flour sacking, closed except where the feathers are put Into it. Rub the entire surface of this bag with a good quality of bar soap. Shake the feathers Into the soaped bag. This Is best done by ripping a hole in the pillow the size of the hole In the bag and sewing the two edges together. After shaking the feathers into the bag, rip the two apart and saw np the hag. The hag should not be over two-thirds full, or the feathers will not have room to expand. Fill a wnshboiler with cold water; immerse the bag of feathers and slowly bring to a boll. Lift and turn the bag frequently with the clothes stick. 801 l for two or three minutes. Remove and rinse thoroughly in plenty of cold water. Drain and squeeze out all the water possible: shake and hang in the wind in the shade to dry, which will require about two days. Do not try to shake the down clinging to the inside of the ticking; immerse right side out in water and the down will roll up In balls and can be removed easiiy.

HOROSCOPE “The stars incline, but do not compel!"

SU NDAY, .TINE 19. Although Neptune Is In benrfic aspect today. according to astrology It Is not a lucky rule, for Saturn Is iu evil place. The mind should be clear and common Bense should rule at this time, but unfavorable influences may be at work There will be more or less anxiety among farmers while this government prevails. They may lose crops by unexpected storing and bad weather condi tlons. Persons whose birthdate It Is should avoid speculation and keep their mone.t safe through the coming year. Children born on this day should keep in the employment of others, as these subjects of Gemimi with Cancer characteristics usually have , small idea of the value of money. MONDAY, JUNE 20. This is a peculiarly unlucky day, according to astrology. Neptune. Venus, the Sun and Mars are all In malefic aspect. The sway \ls not good for those in quest of any sort of favors and is most unlucky for those who seek positions. This is not a lucky wedding day, according to the seers, who foresee many quarrels and lack of money. Persons whose blrthdate it is should bf careful about arousing antagonisms, es pectally in business transactions. Thos who are employed should be very care ful. Children born on this day may b> quick tempered and high strung, but these subjects of Gemirnl have strong | Cancer traits usually and should be versatile, industrious and clever.—Copyright, 1921.

The DOOR of UNREST T -v TTThATThYr Copyright, 1920, by Doubleday, Page I I H H |~C I & Cos., Published by special arrungeL)y V_A• X IJLi nIY X ment with the Wheeler Syndicate, Inc.

forth a soiled card, and handed it to me. Upon it was written, In plain but unsteadily formed characters, the name “Michob Ader.” “I am glad you called, Mr. Ader,’’ I said. "As o:.ie of our older citizens, you must view with pride the recent growth and enterprise of Montopolis. Among other improvements. I think I can promise that the town will now be provided with a live, enterprising newspaper.” "Do ye know the name on that card?” usked ray caller, interrupting me. "It is not a familiar one to me,” I said. Again he visited the depths of his ancient vestments. This time he brought out a torn leaf of some book or journal, brown and flimsy with age. The heading of the page was the Turkish Spy in oldstyle type; the printing upon it was this: • "There is a man come to Paris in this year 1643 who pretends to have lived these sixteen hundred years. He says of himself that he was a shoemaker in Jerusalem at the time of the Crucifixion; that his name is Mlcholi Ader; uud that when Jesus, the Christian Messias, was condemned by Pontius Pilate, the Roman president, he paused to rest while tearing his cross to the place of crucifixion before the door of Michob Ader. The shoemaker struck Jesus with his fist saying: ‘Go; why tarriest thou?' Tne Messias answered him; ‘I indeed am going; but thou shall tarry until I come*- thereby condemning him to live until the (lay of Judgment. He lives forever, but at the end of every hun-, dred years he fulls into a fit or trance, on recovering from which he finds himself in the same state of youth in which he was when Jesus suffered, being then about thirty years of age. Such is the story of the wandering .Tew as told bv Michob Ader, who relates—" Here the printing ended. I must have muttered aloud something to myself about the wandering Jew, for the old man spake up, bitterly and loudly: “ ’Tie a lie,” said he, “Ijke n’.netenths of what ye call history. ’Tis a Gentile I am, and no Jew. I am after footing it out of Jersaleni, my son: but if that makes me a Jew, then evfrything that conies out of a bottle is babies' milk. Ye have my name on the card ye hold: and ye have read the bit of paper they call the Turkish Spy that printed the niw* when 1 stepped Into their office on the 12th lay of June, in the year 1643. Just as I have called upon yo today." I laid down my pencil and pad. Clearly it would not do. Here was an item for the local column of the Bugle that — but it would not do. Still, fragments of the Impossible “personal" began to flit through my conventionalized brain. “Uncle Michob is as spry on his legs as a young chap of only a thousand or so.” “Our venerable ea'ler relates with pride that George Wash no, Ptolemy the

Great—once dandled him on Ills knee at bis father’s house." “Uncle Michob says that our wet spring was nothing in companion with the dampness that ruined the crops around Mount Ararat when he was a boy—” But no, no—lt would not do I was trying to think of some conversational subject with which to interest my visitor, and was hesitating between walking matches and the Pliocene age, when the old man smidinly began to weep poignantly and distressfully. “Cheer up, Mr. Ader," 1 said, a little awkwardly ; “this matter may blow over In a few hundred years more. There has ahvadv been a decided reaction In favor of Judas Iscariot and Colonel Burr and the celebrated violinist, Signor Nero This is the age of whitewash. You must not allow yourself to become down-hearted.” Unknowiniriy, I had struck a chord. The old man blinked belligerently through his senile tears " 'Tts time.'' he said, "that the liars be doin’ justice to somebody. Yer historians are no more than a pack of old women gabbln’ at a wake. A finer man than the Imperor Nero nlver wore sandals. Man I was at the burnin’ of Rome. I knowed the Imperor well, for In them days I was a well-known character. In thim days they had rayspect for a man that lived forever. “But ‘twas of the Imperor Nero I was goin' to tell ve. I struck Into Rome, np the Appaln Way. on the night of July the 16th, the year '64. 1 had Just stepped down by way of Siberia and Afghanistan ; and one foot of me had a frost-bite and the other a blister birfned hr the sand of the deaert; and I was feelin’ a bit blue from doin' patrol duty from the North Pole down to the Last Chance comer In Patagonia, and hein’ miscalled a Jew In the bargain. Well, I'm fellin’ ye I was pausin' the Circus Maximus, and It was dark as pitch over the way. and then I beard somebody Ring out, ‘ls that you, Michob?' “Over ng’inst the well, hid out amongst r pile of barrels and old drygoods boxes, was the Imperor Nero wid his togy wrapped around his toes, smokin' a long, black segar. “ Have one. Michob?" says he. " ‘None of the weeds for me,' says I—‘nnyther pipe nor segar. • What's the use.' says I, ‘of smokin' when vn've not got the ghost of a chance of killin’ yerself by doin' it?" “ 'True for ye, Michob Ader, my perpetual Jew,' says the Imperor; ‘ye're not always wandering. Surf, 'tls danger gives the spice of our pleasures—next to their bein’ forbidden. ** ‘And for what, 'says I. ‘do ye smoke be night In dark places wtdont even a cinturlan in plain clothes to attend ye?' ‘‘‘Have ye ever heard, Michob,’ says the Imperor, ‘of predestlnarlanlsm ?’ “ ‘l've had the cousin of It,' says I. 'l’ve been on the trot with pedestrianism for many a year, and more to come, ; us ye wall know.' “ ‘The longer word ' says me friend ! Nero, 'ls the tackin' of this new sect of ; people they call the Christians. 'Tis ! them that's raysponslble for me smokin' 1 be night In boles and corners of the dark.’ “And then I sets down and takes off a shoe and rubs me foot that is frosted, :

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and tire Imperor tells me about It. It seems that since I passed that way before, the Imperor had mandamnsed the Impress wid n divorce suit, and Misses Poppaea, a cilibrated lady, was ingaged, wid out rlferences, as housekeeper at the palace. 'All In one dty,’ says the Imperor, ‘she puts up new lace windy curtains in the palace and joins the antitoboeea society, and whim I feels the need of a smoke I must be after sneakin’ out to these piles of lumber in the dark.’ So there in the dark me and the Imperor sat, and I told him of me travels. And. when they say the Imperor was an inclndiary, they lie. ‘Twna that night the fire started that burnt the city. 'Tis my opinion that it began from a stump of segar that he threw down among the boxes And 'tis a lie that he fiddled. He did all he could for six days to stop it, sir.” And now I detected anew flavor to Mr. Michoq Ader. It had not been myrrh or balm or hyssop that I had The emanation was the odor of bad whisky—and, worse still, of low comedyv—the sort that small,humorists manufacture by clothing tin) grave and reverend things of legend ,and history in the vulgar, topical frippery that passes for a certain kind of wit. Michob Ader as an imposter, claiming nineteen hundred years, and playing his part with the decency of respectable lunacy, I could endure; but as a tedious wag, cheapening his egregious story witn song-book levity, his importance as an entertainer, grew less....And, then, as if he suspected my thoughts, he suddenly shifted his kev ••You'll excuse me sir,” he whihed, but sometimes I get a little mixed in niy head. lam a very old man; and it is hard to remember everything.” r 1 v kn ?f that be was right, and that X should not try to reconcile him with Roman history; so I asked for news concerning other ancients with whom he had walked familiar. Above ni}’ desk hung an engraving of Raphael s cherubs. You could vet make out their forms, though the dust blurred their outlines strangely. “Ye calls them 'cher-rubs,' ” cackled the old man. “Babes, ye fancy they are, with wings. And there’s one wid legs and a bow and arrow that ye call Cupid—l know where they was found. The great-great-great-grkndfather of thim all was a billy-goat. Bein' an editor, sir, do ye happen to Know where Solomon’s Temple stood ? „. I ,, f “Qi>cd that it was in—in Persia? *' ell, I did not know. "Tis not in'history nor in the Bible where it was. But I saw it, raeself. The first pictures of cher-rubs and cupids was sculptured upon thim walls and pillars. Jwo of the biggest, sir, stood m the adytum to form the baldachin over the Ark. But the wings of thim sculptures was intindid for horns. And the faces was the faces of goats. Ten thousand goats was in and about the temple And your cher-rubs was billy-goats In the days of King Solomon, ' but the painters misconstrued the horns into winge.

‘And I knew Tamerlane, the lame Timour, sir, very well. I saw him at Keghut and at Zaranj. He was a little man no longer than yerself, with hair the color of an amber pipe stem. They buried him at Samarkand. I was at the wake, sir. Oh, he was a fine built man in his coffin, six feet long with black whiskers to his face. And I see em throw turnips at the Imperor Vispacian lu All over the world I have trampled, sir, without the body of me find in any rest. 'Twas so commanded, 1 saw Jerusalem destroyed and Pompeii go up in the fireworks; and I was at the coronation of Charlemagne and the lynchin' of Joan of Arc. And everywhere I go there comes storms and revolutions and plagues ami fires i Twas so commanded. Ye have heard of \ the Wandering Jew. 'Tis all o except that divll a bit am I Jew. But his- | tory lies, as I have told ye. Are ye quite sure, sir, that ye haven’t a drop of whisky convenient? Ye well know that I have many mile of walking before me." ' I hare none,’ said I. “and, If von please, I am about to leave for mv supper. v I pushed my chair back creaktngiy. 'This ancient landlubber was becoming as great an affliction as anv cross-bowen manner. He shook a musty effluvium from his piebald elothes. overturned my inkstand, and went on with his insufferable nonsense. "I wouldn’t mind it so much," he complained, “If it wasn’t for th work I must do on Good Fridays. Ye know about Pontius Pilate, sir. of course His body, whin he killed himself, was pitched into a lake on the Alps mountains Sow listen to the job that 'tis mine to perform on the night of ivery Good Friday. The ould divil goes down In the pool and drags up Pontius, and the water Is bilin' and spewit. ’ like a wash pot. And the ould divil sets the body on ton of a throne on the rocks, and thin pome* me share of the Job. Oh. sir, ye would pity me thin—ye would pray for the poor Wandering Jew that nlver was a Jew if ye could see the horror of the thing that I must do. 'Tis I that must fetch a bowl of water and kneel down before if till it wnshes its hands. I declare to ye that Pontius Pilate, a man dead two hundred years, dragged np with the lake slime coverin' him and fishes wrigglin' inside of him widout eyes, and in the discompositiou of the ho'dv, sits there, sir, and washes his hands in the howl I hold for him on Good Friday. ’Twas so commanded.” Clearly, the matter had progressed far beyond the scone of the Bugle's local column. There might have been employment here for the alienist or for those who circulate the pledge: but I had had enough of It. I got up, and repeated that I must go. At this he seized my coat grovelled upon my desk and burst again into distressful weeping. What ever it was about I said to myself that his grief was genuine. “Come now Mr. Ader,” I said, soothingly; “what is the matter?” The answer came brokenly through bis racking sobs; “Because I would not * * * let the poor Christ * * * rest * * * upon the step.” His hailuclnatiqn seemed beyond all reasonable answer; yet the effect of, it upon him scarcely merited disrespect. But I knew nothing that might assuage it; and 1 told him once more that both

of us should be leaving the office at once. Obedient at last, be raised himself from my dishevelled desk, and permitted me to half lift him to the floor. The gale of his grief had blown away his words; his freshet of tears had soaked away the crust of his grief. Reminiscence died in him—at least, the coherent part of it. “ 'Twas me that did It,’’ he muttered, as I led him toward the door—“me, the shoemaker of Jerusalem.” I got him to the sidewalk, and in th 9 augmented light I saw that his face was seared and lined and warped by a sadness almost incredibly the product of a single lifetime. And then high up In the firmamental darkness we heard the clamant cries of some great, passing birds. My Wandering Jew lifted his hand, with side-tilted head. “The Seven Whistlers I” he said, as one introduces well-known friends. “Wild geese,” said X; “but I confess that their number is beyond me.” “They follow me everywhere,” he said. “ ’Twas so commanded. What ye hear is the souls of the seven Jews that helped with the crucifixion. Sometimes they're plovers and sometimes geese, but ye'li find them always flyln’ where I go.” I stood, uncertain how to take my leave. I looked down the street, shuffled my feet, looked back again—and felt iny hair rise. The old man had disappeared. And then my capillaries relaxed, for I dimly saw him footing it away through the darkness. But he walked so swiftly and silently and contrary to the gait promised by his age that my composure was not all restored, though I knew not why. That night I was foolish enough to take down some dust-covered volumes from my modest shelves. I searched “Hermippus Redivvus” and “Salathiel” and the "Pepys Collection” In vain. And then lu book called “The Citizen of the World,” and in one two centuries old, I came upon what I desired. Michob Ader had indeed come to Paris in the year 1643, and related to the Turkish Spy an extraordinary story. He claimed to be the Wandering Jew, and that— But here I fell asleep, for my editorial duties had not been light that day. Judge Hoover was the Bugle's candidate for Congress. Having to confer with him, I sought his home early the next morning; and we walked together down tow through a little street with which I was unfamiliar. "Did you ever hear cf Michob Ader?” I asked him, smiling. “Why, yes,” said the Judge. “And that reminds me of my shoes he has for mending. Here is his shop now.” Judge Hoover stepped into a dingy, small shop. I looked up at the sign, and saw "Mike O'Bader, Boot and Shoe Maker,” on it. Some wild geese passed above, honking clearly. I scratched my ear and frowned, and then trailed into the shop. There sat my Wandering Jew on his shoemaker's bench, trimming a half-sole. He was drabbled with dew, grass-stained, unkempt, and miserable; and on his face was still the unexplained wretchedness, the problematic sorrow, the esoteric woe, that had been written there by nothing less, it seemed, than the stylus of the centuries. Judge Hoover Inquired kindly concerning his shoes. The old shoemaker looked up, and spoke sanely enough. He had been ill, he said, for a few days. The next clay the shoes would be ready. He looked at me, and I could see that I had no place in his memory. So out we went, and on our way. “Old Mike.” remarked the candidate "has been on one of his sprees. He gets crazy drunk regularly once a month. But be 8 a good shoemaker.”

“What is his history?” I inquired. I "Whiskey,” epitomized Judge Hoover. "That explains him.” I was silent, but I did not accept the ! explanation. And so. when I had the j chance, I asked old man Sellers, who j browsed daily on my exchanges. "Mike O'Bader,” said he. “was makin’ shoes in Montopolis when I come here i goin’ on fifteen year ago. I guess , whisky's his trouble. Once a month he gets off the track, and stays so a week, lie's gqt a rigmarole somethin’ about ■ his bein’ a Jew peddler that he tells ev rybody. Nobody won t listen to him any more. When he's sober he ain't sich ■ a fool—he's got a sight of books in the I back room of his shop that he reads. I guess you can lay all his trouble to whisky.” again I would not. Not yet was my Wandering Jew rightly construed'for me. I trust that women may not be alj lowed a title to all the curiosity in the world. So when Montopolis' oldest inhabitant (some ninety score years younger than Michob Ader) dropped in to acquire promulgation in print, I siphoned his perpetual tricks of reminiscence in the direction of the uninterpreted maker of shoes. Uncle Abner was the. Complete History of Montopolis, bound in butternut. •‘O'Bader,” he quavered, "come here hi i Ue was the first shoemaker in the place. Folks generally considers him crazy at times now. But he don't harm nobody. 1 s'pose drinkin' upset his mind —yes, drinkin’ very likely done it. It's a powerful bad thing, drinkin'. I’m an old. old man. sir, and I never see no good in drinkin'." I felt disappointed. I was willing to admit drink in the case of my shoemaker. but I preferred it as a recourse instead of a cause. Why had he pitched upon his perpetual, strange note of ths \\ andariug Jew? Why his unutterable grief during his aberration? I could not yet accept whisky as an explanation. "Did Mike O'Bader ever have a great loss or trouble of any kind?" I askod "Lernme see! About thirty year ago there was somethin’ of the kind, I recollect. Montopolis, sir, in them days use to he a mighty strict place. “Well, Mike O'Bader had a daughter then—a right prettv girl. She was too gay a sort for Montopolis, so one day she slips off to another town and runs away with a circus. It was two years before she comes back, all fixed up in fine clothes and rings and jewelry, to see Mike. He wouldn't have nothin’ to do with her, so she stays around town awhile, anyway. I reckon the tnen folks wouldn't have raised no objections, but the women egged ’em on to order her to leave town. But she had plenty of spunk ,and told ’em to mind their own business. "So cne night they decided to run her away. A crowd of men and women drove her out of her house and chafed her with sticks and stones. She run to her father’s door, callin’ for help. Mike opens it, and when he sees who it Is he hits her with his fist and knocks her down and shuts the door. "And then the crowd kept on chunkin' her till she run clear out of town. And the next day they finds her drowned dead in Hunter s’mill pond. I mind it all now. That was thirty year ago.” l leaned bacK in my non-rotary revolving chair and nodded gently, li*a a mandarin, at my paste-pot. “When old Mike has a spell,” went on Uncle Abner, tepidly garrulous,- “ua thinks he's the Wanderin' Jew.” "He is,” said I, übddiug away. And Uncle Abner cackled insinuatingly at the editors remark, for he was expecting at least a “stickful” la the "Personal Notes” of the Bugle.

CITY 87TH IN POSTAL SAVINGS Total of $170,635 on Deposit May 31. Indianapolis ranks eighty-seventh among the cities of the United States in the amount of money on deposit in the United States postoffice savings Bysttn, according to a bulletin received by Postmaster Robert E. Springsteen from Washington today. On May 31, $170,633 was on deposit at the local postofftce, while the figures for the entire United States amounted to $156,500,000. This is a decrease over the figures for a yeai ag), and is attributed by # posto£fice authorities to industrial conditions. However, the percentage of decrease shows a , marked falling off in the last month,/ which would indicate that conditions are/ becoming better. The bulletin also stated that $42,000.00(lJ was paid to holders of first Liberty loam bonds and Victory notes in this Federal reserve district June 15. This is tb| semi-annual interest on the two of which more than one billion was subscribed in this district. CANNOT ISSUE NOTES. Q. Con stale banks issue bank notes * If not when was the privilege taken from them? C. C. 11. A. The power of state bf :ks to issue such notes ceased in 1864. They are today bauks of discount and deposit only. .■- ■ ; _ _.j‘ : . -- .. .