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THURSDAY, DEC 28. 1933

TRAFFIC VIOLATIONS '"pRAFFIC conditions have been extremely hazardous for the past three days. No one can do anything about the weather so the situation is unavoidable. Matters have not been helped, however, by wholesale violation not only of traffic regulations but of the rules of ordinary common sense. Fortunately there have been few injuries, but property damage to cars has been heavy. Most of it has been unnecessary. Indiana is famous for its abominable driving. A prominent man from Colorado in a public address here a few weeks ago remarked: “When we see a car with a Hoosier license in my state we give it a wide berth.” There are two reasons for this poor driving. The first is the ease with which drivers’ licenses may be obtained. It is time for Indiana to think about making prospective motorists take a thorough road test before they are permitted to have a driver’s certificate. The second is the fact that persons of influence are permitted by the police and the courts to quash charges for minor traffic violations. Instead of going down and paying his fine the man who gets a ticket hustles up some “pull” and has the whole thing killed. This is a vicious practice and grossly unfair to the ordinary person who has no political influence. It demoralizes the traffic policemen who fire doing their duty and, incidentally, causes a considerable loss in revenue to the courts in these times when the government needs every cent it can get. That is why double parking and illegal parking of all sorts are a commonplace in Indianapolis. Let the police and courts enforce the law with even-handed justice to all and many traffic abuses would cease in a week. No law can do much to restrain the perennial crackpots on wheels. Every one has seen them since the snowstorm dashing about streets as slick as glass at forty miles an hour. We suggest that they be taken out on a lonely road where they can hurt nobody but themselves and forced to drive over ice at a mile a minute and then obliged to clamp down their brakes. This might cure them. VAN NUYS SUGGESTS—SENATOR VAN NUYS is asking a congressional investigation of credit conditions. He charges that the federal reserve system is not co-operating with the administration in its recovery plans and he points out that many businesses in Indiana are ready to operate but can not because of lack of w’orking capital. Every one with common sense knows that he is right. The banks received such a scare et the time of the bank holiday that they are holding their assets, refusing to lend and focussing their whole effort on achieving the ultimate in liquidity. They really have gone out of the banking business and become nothing but strong boxes gorged with funds which are not being put to any useful purpose. Tills is not altogether the bankers’ fault. They apparently are convinced that this is the best way to safeguard their depositors, which, after all, is their primary purpose. But there is absolutely no reason why the federal reserve and the Reconstruction Finance Corporation can not lend direct to businesses which are good risks. Credit is the life-stream of commerce and industry. We wish Senator Van Nuys every success in his efforts to blast the credit logjam. He should receive the backing of employers and employes alike no matter what their political faith happens to be. THE POWER PIONEERS /CALIFORNIANS, with courage and imagination worthy of their pioneer fathers, have voted for a great $170,000,000 stateowned water and power project, comparable in scope to Boulder Dam and Muscle Shoals. Engineers will essay feats as heroic as those of Paul Bunyan, mythical Hercules of western forests, and his blue ox Babe, who hauled mountains and lakes about as fancy pleased them. They will erect two big storage and power-producing dams, hold back flood waters of the Sacramento, pump it down into the thirsty San Joaquin through a series of canals and locks, save from reversion to the desert a vast rich plain of the lower San Joaquin, insure a steady water supply to one-third of the state. A Central Valley Power Authority will sell current wholesale, giving cities, towns and irrigation districts first call on cheap power. California thus joins New York and Wisconsin as the first three states empowered by law to capture and sell power. The plan, fought by private interests for a decade, is another step in the national movement for cheap power, another step toward the electrification of America. A BUREAU OF STANDARDS A NATION wise to the ways of chiselers has begun to wonder whether uniform wage and hour schedules under NRA codes, desirable as they are. do not threaten the quality of goods offered for sale to the public. This fear is well grounded, according to the NRA consumers’ advisory board, which has received a report from its committee on standards stressing the danger that unethical producers. no longer able to compete in wages, may try to undersell competitors by offering inferior merchandise. The committee points out that while there are both public and private. agencies for testing and protecting the standards of such goods as steel beams, chemicals and other industrial materials, the small purchaser of goods at retail has little or no such protection. The man who buys razor-blades, for instance, has no way of assuring himself as to their quality, nor f

has the woman who purchases children's shoes. The committee recommends two methods of correcting the situation. First it proposes inclusion in all NRA codes of a guarantee that producers will not let their goods fall below a specified standard. To this it adds a recommendation that a consumers’ standards board be created to develop means for accurately labeling articles sold at retail. If this program is carried out in effective fashion the public will be saved millions of dollars. If there is to be competition in private industry there could be no better field for it than high standard production. There is no reason why business should not compete for a share of public patronage with better and better goods rather than with *hoddy and cheap materials. The protection proposed by the consumers’ board is an essential part of the NRA program and one which doubtless will be seconded w'armly by better class business men. LISTEN, LADIES y ladies! Men like us better when we do, and since the deed to the globe is made out in their name, we might as well learn to keep still if it will make them any happier. A member of the faculty at Columbia university remarked the other day that something should be done so women wouldn’t talk so r. uch. They have talked themselves out of husbands, employers, and other things, the academic gentleman implied. Listening doesn’t mean sitting with your mouth closed until it is your turn to speak. It means showing a sincere interest in the other person’s conversation. And when you do speak, talk about something besides the fact that the Inaid forgot to scrub the bathroom door and the price of beans has gone up i cent. In fact, a wise woman will let a man do most of the talking. Remember, the leading man always has the most lines in the play. If he isn’t given a chance to recite them to you he will go put on a recital on somebody else’s stage. But if you will listen and applaud and sympathize he will spin you as many tales as the captured maiden in the Arabian Nights tales—and they were one thousand and one! He will give you a reserved seat for his show. The depth of your listening silence, the strength of your applause will decide whether or not he is going to invite some friends into the gallery, too. He won’t if you —listen well! Tom Mix, the screen idol of a few years ago, blames most of the Hollywood marital difficulties on the fact that both husband and wife have so much to tell each other that neither gives the other a chance. It is a woman’s cue to be dumb. For if she isn’t there will come a time when there will be no men to listen to her, anyway. Ask questions when the masculine member of the tete-a-tete subsides and nods that if you have anything to say he doesn’t mind, he’ll let you say it. Though you know the number of square miles in Timbuctu and the width of the Ganges river, if geography is the gentleman's hobby, ask him! Be wise enough to keep your brain concealed unless he deliberately asks you to show- him that you have one. There are men who do. When you find them listen, listen, listen. Men, a fiction WTiter remarked the other day, should be treated as though they are exactly 10. Os course, it makes loves and romance regular juvenile if we look on men in that light. Surely there are some men who are going on 13! But there is an ounce of truth in the statement. Ten-year-old boys love to tell you about their new trains and sleds and the yellow-haired boy who has moved into the house next door. They like to talk and they want you to listen. Men want to give accounts of the stock that fell and the story that sold and the new red-haired stenographer. Going on 13? Maybe that's too high. Let’s make it 12. Still, we go to all of this trouble to find out what, men like so we’ll know how to treat them, which probably makes us 6 or 7.

BRAINS ARE NO BAR /"”\F the many wise things that Dr. Nicholas Murray Butler said in his annual report to Columbia university trustees one of the wisest was this: “Democracies in general, and particularly the office-holding and office-seeking class, are very disdainful of him who knows. They greatly prefer to be permitted to deai with each question as it arises in what they are pleased to call practical fashion, which, being interpreted, means without the slightest notion of how’ the question has arisen, of what it involves, or of what its solution will imply, but with an eye fixed solely upon the result which is instantly to follow. It is precisely this habit of allowing the so-called practical man to guide public policy which has brought more countries than one into their present troubles and which has wrecked so much of the world’s business.” It is encouraging that our owm federal and state governments are calling into service economists, engineers and other trained men. All such are not Drofessors. of course, but a complex civilization can not get along without experts. That is the experience of our municipalities with city managers and of successful states like Wisconsin and North Carolina which tie their state universities into their governments. The most successful nation will be one that makes the most effective use of men and women with trained minds and unselfish purpose. Mr. Roosevelt also seems to be of that opinion. In view of th mess ‘‘practical” men have made of things, their sneers at the “brain trust” are a bit unbecoming. Some scientist tells us that half a peanut will provide enough energy for a half hour’s thinking. Some of the thoughts we’ve heard expressed must have come from even less than half a peanut. Major-General Smedley Butler has been made a member of the “Circus Saints and Sinners.” His antics qualified him a long time ago. Labels on bottles of whisky sold in New York will have to tell what’s in the liquor—thus taking the big kick out of th# drink. t A band of squirrels is reported on the inarch from New' England toward Washington, where congress convenes soon, m

NO PLACE TO GO TY EPUBLICANS in congress are holding a series of confidential meetings on the eve of the session to determine a program. Representative Snell, the G. O. P. leader in the house, hopes to get some sort of agreement by the end of this week, and Minority Leader McNary in the senate has an idea that something may come of a meeting planned for next Tuesday. But at the moment the Republicans are wandering about in a fog. Maybe they will not get out of it for a long time. In addition to the permanent division within the ranks between the progressives and old guard, the latter group is split into several sections. So far as the old guard is concerned the division does not seem to be so much on questions of principle as of strategy. As political “outs” they want to be “ins.” Normally that would involve an open attack on the administration. Indeed it. was assumed by many Republican politicians last spring that after a few' months in office the administration would begin digging its own grave, and the old guard this winter would have the comparatively easy task of capitalizing on public discontent. But it has not worked out that way. There was a sag in administration popularity during the autumn, but now apparently the tide is definitely pro-Roosevelt. So Senator Reed of Pennsylvania, one of the shrew'dest of the old guard, reports that in talking with voters he finds the President “personally very popular.” Senator Reed adds that this personal popularity does not extend to several of the Roosevelt policies. He concludes that the Republicans should begin to function as “an active, vocal minority party.” Quite so. But be active and vocal about what? The answer to that question implies convictions, and courage to carry out convictions/, which these leaders have not yet shown. Hitherto they could and simply did reflect the views of conservative business and financial interests. But now' business and financial conservatives are either bankrupt of ideas or divided. So there is nothing for the old guard to reflect except bankruptcy and division—which precisely is what it does reflect on the eve of the congressional session.

There is not one major issue on which Wall Street is agreed. Some wish to build up the Roosevelt new deal as the only barrier to evolution; others want to knock down the President. Some want to follow the President in mild banking reform, in stock market regulation, in securities law enforcement; others dream of going back to the old ways. And on the vital issue of inflation. Wall street is split wide open on the gold dispute, on silver, on managed currency. Similarly the industrial interests are divided in their attitude not only tow'ard inflation and financial problems generally, but also toward NRA and the industrial codes. What is the G. O. P. to do? It is afraid to attack the President because of his personal popularity in the country. It is afraid to attack the President’s policies because many conservative Republican industrialists and bankers prefer those policies to the possible alternative of collapse. Apparently there is now no place for a large tory minority party, but only for a small and unimportant remnant. There are political signs that the President has captured and assumed leadership of the middle-ground groups in all parties and all classes. If this is'true, any important opposition group in congress and the country probably will arise to the left rather than to the right of the administration. Popular criticism, if and when it comes, probably will not demand less but more of the new' deal. In other words, the political prospects of the old guard are not exactly bright. There’s no likelihood of the sun exploding, says a Michigan scientist—so you may go ahead with your plans for tomorrow. A race horse at Charles Town, W. Va., was found to be dyed to deceive buyers. But at least the dye ran, when it was discovered, w'hile the horse rarely did. In Ohio, drug stores will be permitted to sell hard liquors for a w'hile until the state organizes its owm stores. That’s the closest the drug stores came to dispensing medicine in a long while.

:M.E. Tracy Says:

IN a fecund land, w'here there are cats, says Ridpath, there will be honey, but without cats the hungry mice will multiply and steal it. The problem of equilibrium, which this illustrates, runs .throughout nature. Those evolutionary processes by which species are reduced, diminished or even exterminated constantly upset the balance. Man with his penchant for planning and interfering often adds to the confusion. In anew country the ruthless destruction of forests is common, with floods and an eventual reduction of the water supply as a consequence. The first generation of farmers usually finds it necessary to slaughter all kinds of birds, but only to suffer from insect pests later on. tt tt e RESEARCH workers at the Rice Institute at Houston. Tex., have discovered that the hated redbug feeds on mosquitoes, the inference being that if mosquitoes W'ere plentiful, the redbugs would be less likely to prey on human beings. But mosquitoes prey on human beings, and there you are. Some months ago, the governor-general of Indo-China asked his chief administrator to solve an even more complicated problem. It hinged on the age-old conflict among rats and pythons, with rice as the principal stake. During recent years, many hunters of IndoChina have made a good living through killing pythons and selling their heads for wearing apparel. This business reached such proportions as to threaten extinction of the great snakes, when it was discovered suddenly that rats, which constitute their principal diet, were multiplying at a tremendous rate and destroying the rice crop. ■ tt tt tt AS might be expected, the people are not anxious for a restoration of python supremacy. What they want is “planned economy”— just enough pythons to hold the rate population down, but not enough to cause an overproduction of rice. A code might answer the purpose—so many pythons to each million rats, and so many million rats to take care of the rice surplus. If local professors can't figure that out, and if a code administration can’t be found to enforce it, Indo-China should apply to the United States. The taxpayers of this country would regard it as a blessing if they could depend on such a cheap method as that of rats to hold down the grain crop.

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(Times readers are invited to express their views in these columns. Make your letters short, so all can have a chance. Limit them to 250 words or less.) By F. D. Roper. Because of having faith in the fairness and efficiency of The Times in its efforts on behalf of the worthy common people, I solicit your co-operation in the following matter. That there seems to be an unconscious spirit on the part of civil w'orks authorities and relief agencies to consider lightly the appeal of taxpayers for work or relief is quite apparent. Men who have tried to owm a home and steer clear of the trustee’s basket system are little regarded for their pride and ambition. Facts are that hundreds of them are today in actual distress. And to make matters w'orse, the county treasurer has announced that he soon will advertise and sell their homes for delinquent taxes. The very roofs w'hich cover these good people stand as a guarantee for the cost of those baskets which have been given in many cases to people who scoff at the idea of troubling themselves to own real estate. And yet the man who w'ould ow T n property and pay taxes must be penalized at every turn for his ambition. They now are making ready to subsidize the “hobo” but not a w'ord about the unemployed taxpayer. I make this suggestion that the county treasurer use his “influence” with the civil works authorities to give employment to unemployed delinquent taxpayers and deduct 50 per cent of the pay for delinquent taxes. The applicant for the job, of course, would sign an agreement to that effect. This would give him an even break with the hoboes and shiftless, and would in no wise be new to our public system. Not many years ago, farmers—not unemployed farmers at that, were allowed to w'ork out part of their taxes on roads. At any rate, why not give a taxpayer a fighting chance with the tramp? Will The Times help us in this cause?

By a Times Reader. There is every provision made for the family whose father is unemployed, w'hich is as should be and in which I have co-operated, but now' another question arises, especially during your “Clothe-a-Child” campaign. Many of our fathers have just started to w r ork and haven’t 25 cents extra for clothing of any sort for the family. We feel that he should be made happy and encouraged when he is not sitting w'aiting for things to be handed to him. Here is a family w'hich has strived to keep going at a very great cost to the health of mother and probably the nerves of the father. Mother has ripped up used clothing, w'ashed and pressed it, and if it was faded, used a package of dye on it, cut dow'n boys’ clothes, washed and pressed them, washed out clothing each evening to keep them clean in school, doctored them with as little as could be had, kept them in Sunday school each Sunday. Father kept shoes mended from remains of used shoes and I dare say if you ask the school board about these particular pupils, they would say, “Oh, they are some of the best dressed youngsters in school.” Os course, the board doesn’t know the hardships, work and stitches it has taken and now how' well the children would enjoy some real clothes and how much rest the parents would get. This father pays each week: $3.25 on rent; 53.50, coal, kerosene and grocers; $2, furniture, bedding; 75,

IT’S no wonder Dr. Logan Glendenning is a popular member of his profession. He’s always telling us the things we like to hear. According to his latest edict you’ll probably live just as long if you have some fun about it—which is exactly what the average individual w'ants to believe. But he’ll probably not be in such good standing with physicians, since he also says that hospitals only are conveniences for busy doctors and that women might just as well stay at home to have their babies. Unfortunately a good many laymen are beginning to think this may be true. And, if we are talking about rich women, it probably is. They can

Another One to Explain

Attention City! By a Reader. Whenever it rains the wood block street on the southwest corner of Pensylvania and Maryland streets is a veritable death trap. In the course of one hour one day last week I witnessed five accidents on this corner. One woman was knocked down by a skidding car. Another narrowly escaped being crippled or killed by the side slip of a heavy truck. One automobile broadsided into the rear of the car ahead. Another car turned clear around, skimming the safety zone. Two women slipped and fell. The driver who knocked the woman down probably will find himself in a tight spot when they drag him into court. Whose fault is it? Not the driver’s surely. What about putting the finger on this corner, Indianapolis Times? If anybody can give people safety and automobiles traction on this corner you can.

cents, blankets; sl, milk bill, and 52 cents, hospital. By Frank G. McCormack. After two years of looking out of my office window at the Indiana World war memorial I finally mustered up enough enthusiasm to give it the “once over.” I climbed up the stairs to the south entrance and before going in I turned and looked out over University Park. This point afforded a wonderful view of hundreds of victims of the post-war depression who were clamoring at the doorway of a building south of the Chamber of Commerce; many of them I presume were former wearers of olive drab who now are fighting for choice positions in a line that may lead to a job and regular eating.

From here I walked around the stone balcony to the north side, and what a sight greets the eye here. In the distance looms Legion headquarters and the public library and between these two imposing structures one is afforded a splendid view of the Indianapolis Power and Light Company lamp post preserve, lamp posts, lamp ■posts. I never knew there were so many in the world, almost enough to act as a memorial for every boy who served. Look as I might, the only sign of life I could detect in this forest of lamp posts was a small white terrier who acted like he had gone nuts as he darted from post to post as though renewing old acquaintances. After feasting my gaze on the lamp post preserve for several moments I turned and opened the green glassed doors that permit one to get into the memorial proper. Frankly, I was overcome by the sight that greeted my eyes as I gazed at the stately grandeur of the immense fluted granite columns. My eyes traveled from the top to the bottom of these wonderful specimens of the stone workers’ art, and then I looked between them, and I wished now that I hadn’t, for that spoiled it all. Between each column and against the wall I saw oil paintings of a bunch of whiskered guys with Sam Brown belts and opera glasses peeking out at me. Well, that “regustied me,” for I recognized every one of them ( except Pershing) as fellows who owe us money, which they never intend to pay. Twenty million bucks of the hardearned taxpayers’ money to build a stone memorial in the heart of Hoosierdom so as to afford a place to put the portraits of a bunch of dead beats. I think Bamum was

A Woman’s Viewpoint

BY. MRS. WALTER FERGUSON

have all the facilities for labor brought to them and enjoy seclusion at home while recovering. But the poor and middle class women do need hospital service, more especially if they already have children and live in crowded apartments or small houses. THE mere act of giving birth may may be accomplished at home as easily and safely as elsewhere, but recuperation is much more difficult. Dr. Glendenning—nor any other man—can understand what a woman endures who is weak, worn and nervous, with every sense on the alert, when she must lie helplessly and watch and hear the details of domestic routine.

wrong, it’s one every second instead of one every minute. Then my attention was attracted to an oblong granite box in the center of the room that had four golden urns at each corner; upon this box I read a lot of wejl-mean-ing patriotic phrases, the kind the newspaper columnists, the clergy and the soap box wonders used to hand us back in ’l6 when they were selling us on the idea of making the world safe for international bankers. About this time an atteddant came up and I asked him what was in the granite box. He said “Nothing.” I then reminded him that he had Foch, Albert, Haig and the other fellows who had charge of the butcher shop in Europe and who represented countries who- stole money from the American people, and if he didn’t think it fair to at List mimeograph the names of Hoosier boys who served and put them in there some place, even if they had to get a garbage can and put them in the basement. Well, the attendant said, “Maybe it would be a good idea to remember the boys and see that their names were placed in some form or other in this memorial. Make it a little more personal—probably make them feel different toward it.” The attendant was a pretty nice chap, so before leaving, I told him if he could not sell them on the idea of putting the boys’ names in our memorial to see if he couldn’t get them to take the top off the granite box in the middle of the floor and fill it with vegetable soup, they’d appreciate that. So ended my long contemplated visit to the Indiana World War Memorial; and my wish going down the steps as I departed was that President Franklin D. Roosevelt will organize a “M. I. C.,” (Mental Inspection Corp) along with his other many initialed corps and come up here with them and examine our heads. Yes, I saw the Indiana exhibit at the Century of Progress Exposition.

By E. H. Simmons. I think, and I’m quite sure there are a few more people think that this controversy between the Kentuckians and the Hoosiers is being run into the ground. If they have a grudge to settle, why not meet on a field of honor and settle it like gentlemen and not try to settle it at a distance? We all will admit that there are quite a few in each state of the Union that are not just right, but in my opinion the ones that are not just right are the ones who are debating whether the Kentuckians shall go back to Kentucky, or whether the Hoosiers shall come back to Indiana. I think that the ones who are debating this question aren’t merely dumb, but are the cream of the crop. Personally speaking, I am a Hoosier, and hope to continue to be one. In answer to one William Fowler about giving the poor foreigners a mouthful of corn bread and they would be satisfied. Well, old pai, I’ve seen the time a mouthful of corn bread would have tasted like chicken, and I would bet my last dollar you have, too. I can say one thing about Kentuckians; the reason most Hoosiers don’t like them, they are just a little too fiery. My opinion is that the greater part of the Kentuckians take advantage of us poor Hoosiers, by saying or doing anything they want. On the other hand, Hoosiers can’t do that. When we go across into the old country, we must conduct ourselves in the proper manner or we’ll get our chin taken. If any of j you Hoosiers doubt the word of one who knows, head across the line.

The children cry and quarrel. The father comes home weary, and she knows he is worried about the bills. Things go wrong in the kitchen. The new baby wails. She is so exhausted mentally with the effort to get on her feet again that it takes her twice as long to do so. In the hospital she is spared these petty troubles. She is detached from ordinary existence and with her baby can gather from the silence and peace that physical and spiritual strength which she needs later to take up her old and her added burdens. Hospitals are boons to humankind. The tragic fact about them in our land is that their best facilities are given to those who need them, least.

DEC. 28,1933

Science —BY DAVID DIETZ-— = Serlpps-Howard Science Editor

PROFESSOR PHILIP LENARD. himself a great man of science, has written a history of scientific progress titled "Great Men of Science.” First published in German, then translated for an edition in Great Britain it is now offered to the American public. Professor Lenard begins with Pythagoras of Samos, who lived about 500 B. C.. and carries his story into the tw-ertieth century. Arbitrarily, he decided to end his story with the time of the World war. discussing no scientist who did not die prior to the war years. To this rule, he made two exceptions, Crookes and Van der Waals. These two lived to extremely old age, their lives ending after the war, but they were contemporaries of savants whose life spans fell within the chosen period. Professor Lenard has just cele- ! brated his seventy-first birthday. His book, therefore, represents the reflections upon science of a man. who has devoted his life to the prosecution of science. It is a book written by a man who understands the spirit of science, the joys of creative effort, the trials and tribulations of a scientific career, the bitterness of struggle, and the sweetness of success. It is the book of a man who understands the scientific mind, for in ways of thought he is one with the great ones he describes. a tt tt UNTIL his retirement. Professor Lenard was professor of physics and director of the Radiological Institute in the University of Heidelberg. He has been the recipient of many horfors. including the Nobel prize, the Rumford medal of the Royal Society of London and the Franklin medal of the Franklin Institute of Philadelphia. He was a student of Heinrich Hertz, one of the men he discusses in “Great Men of Science.” Herr Hertz, it will be recalled, was the discoverer of Hertzian w'aves. We still use them a lot today, only we call them radio waves now! Professor E. N. Andrade of the University of London, who in his turn was a student of Professor Lenard, contributes an introduction to the English edition of the book. From it one learns that Professor Lenard was always interested in the history of science. “It is now' more than twenty years since I w'orked as a research student in his laboratory,” Professor Andrade wTites of Professor Lenard. “Time has dulled many memories, but the recollection of his inspiring and wholehearted devotion to the service of science, of his generous enthusiasm for the w r ork of men of genius, living and dead, and of his wonderful experimental skill and resource, still is bright.” tt tt s PROFESSOR LENARD has chosen sixty-five scientists for discussion in his “Great Men of Science.” Some of them are names you will recognize, others are the names of scientists whom Professor Lenard thinks time has dealt with unkindly, holding back the measure of fame which they deserved. He deals briefly with the ancients, discussing only Pythagoras, Euclid, Archimedes and Hipparchus. From them, he leaps to Leonardo Da Vinci, who was a great scientist and engineer as w'ell as a great artist. Then he goes to Nicolaus Copernicus, the publication of w'hose treatise on the solar system in 1543 may be regarded as the beginnings of modern science. A biologist might be inclined to quarrel with Professor Lenard’s selections. not on the grounds of the men he has included, but on the grounds of the men he has omitted. It is evident that Professor Lenard, himself a physicist, thinks of science chiefly in terms of the physical sciences. But no one should be disposed to quarrel with him on that score. It merely means that he has confined his book to the side of science w'hich he knows best. The book is extremely well illustrated with sixty-two portraits. Lenard. who believes that the great scientists all possessed great spiritual qualities, urges the reader to study these portraits. There is “spiritual profit” in such an examination, he says. The book is published by Macmillan at $3.

To a Mosquito

BY FRANCESCA Last night a big mosquito Sailed around my bed; I got up to get him— He got me instead. He dived at me and landed Full force upon my cheek— From the bump he left me, He’d been starved a week. He zoomed around and zipped awhile, And let his motor hum. Compared with him, the “Spirit of St. Louis” would sound rum. He was feeling playful. He chewed on both my ears— Then I lost my patience And stripped his flying gears.

So They Say

A country passing through a revolution is always liable to ghastly episodes owing to the administration of justice being seized here and there by an infuriated rebel. —David Lloyd George. I’m only six feet one, but give me a chance to grow.—Dave Hutton. I have been accused of being a silk-stocking candidate. Did you ever hear of a Couzens in public life who was that?—Frank Couzens, former acting mayor of Detroit. I have yet to meet anyone in Europe who looks forward to a world war.—Professor William R. Shepherd of Columbia. It seems to me that what is happening in Germany is a clumsy lout’s revolution against thought, sanity and books.—H. G. Wells. It is a good plan . not to make more of a damn fool of yourself than God Almighty intended you should.—Former Secretary of the Navy Charles Francis Adams. 4 The country needs super-men and super-women among the leaders and among the followers for the solution of present-day national prolbems.—Mary E. Woolley, president Mt. Holyoke College.