Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 233, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 February 1934 — Page 9

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It Seems to Me By Hey wood Broun •'X'HE trouble with you,” wrote a fugitive reader 1 last week, "is that you're a Cross Carrier.” I'm not sure that would be exactly a fault, and besides, I don t think it's true. I assume the phrase is meant to indicate such latter day saints as insist upon calling attention to their own sancity and sacrifices. If I ever did that it must have been during some mental lapse, for the simple truth is that I have never made an important sacrifice in my life. I'd like to. Causes, to use a somewhat

estranging word for the sake of brevity, have taken some of my energy and a lot of time, but they happened to be fun. I hope you can be serious about something and still enjoy it. When two big strikes come along at the same time, that makes it harder if they happen to be industries with which you have close contacts. I've been staying home nights —well, several nights—because I couldn't conscientiously ride in a cab if I could find one—and even if that dispute were over the hotel for which I w’as heading might be the home of a strike. I’ve seen the inside of the subway twice

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in a day. and I stayed away from the Baseball Writers’ dinner on account of the waiters. But those aren't major sacrifices either. At the dinner I would have had to make a speech. m m m Taxi Drivers in High j HAVE never quite been able to understand peo--1 pie who say: "I wouldn't Join any sort of organization. You see, I'm an individualist.” What's that got to do with it? Os course, I speak as an inveterate joiner. I belong to one guild, two labor unions and a fraternal burial society. It seems to me that people get pepped up by acting in concert. Practically all the best speeches I ever heard were made by men who were steamed up because they had just decided to throw in their lot with their fellows. I heard just such a speech at a taxi drivers' meeting last night. As far as I'm concerned, strikes axe always right. Everybody is underpaid and everybody is overworked. But that's peculiarly true in the case of the taxi drivers. Anybody who has ridden much in the hacks of this town must realize that here is a highly skilled craft in which all the employes have to work desperately long hours to get a ridiculously low return. , .. .. And when taxi drivers go out on strike they really mean it. because very few of them have anything stowed away to assure themselves of even tomorrow's necessities. I don't see how people who know this, or ought to know it, can go around arching their eyebrows and complaining about violence. Asa matter of fact, there has been almost none. How would you like it if you were a taxi driver and you saw some member of your fleet out capitalizing your need and your struggle? And naturally your feeling would be just as bitter toward independents. Complete tieups are needed to win strikes. And another thing is needed. In recent years some swell strikes have broken down because new organizations got to fighting internally about right wing, left wing and middle of the road. Anew union needs all the wings it can get. And they must all beat together. At least until the strike is won. After that there will be plenty of time for the philosophical economists. 000 Refusing the Martyr Role BUT I started out to say that I don't really think I have delusions of martyrdom. I am. of course, subconsciously an exhibitionist. And not so very subconsciously at that. Right at this point my main failing is beginning to crop out. I start out to say something about the taxi strike and the hotel strike and all of a sudden I'm talking about myself just the same as usual. But then I admitted I wasn't a martyr. I did want to go to the Baseball Writers’ dinner. and so I consulted the leaders of the strike and asked for a one-night's dispensation to pass through the picket lines. They said they weren't handing out any dispensations. Regretfully I admitted that this was probably the right policy. Id look like a fool talking with fellow newspapermen about organization and then sitting dow r n to be served by strikebreakers. 9 9 9 .1 Little Out of Focus SOMETIMES I look like a fool anyway. I got driven wav up in the Bronx for the taxi drivers’ meeting. It was a big limousine. Os course I don't own it. If my luck holds at least I can face my Maker and say: "Though my sins are heavy and many, at least it can't be said that I ever saved a nickeL” I was awaiting my turn to speak when a taxi man came up and said: "Your chauffeur wants to know whether you'll be talking for as much as half an hour. He wants to get a cup of coffee.” He wasn't really my chauffeur, but it did sound rather silly. I don't picket any more because I'm too fat and it looks ridiculous. Once I was arrested in a dressmakers’ strike. People made fun of me then, and there was a wide target. Still. Ido know something more silly that taking part in strike activities. That's not taking part. It's more ridiculous to sit back and do nothing. And. come to think of it. whether it's silly or not. I mean to continue. I don't make very good speeches to taxi men or waiters, but at least I try. It's better to go down swinging than be called out with the bat on your shoulder. And those fellows ought to win. (Copvright. 1934. by The Tunes)

Your Health rBY DR. MORRIS FISHBEINe

DID you ever take hold of the two terminals of a small electric apparatus, one in each hand, and find you couldn't let go? That little charge of electricity practically paralyzed your nervous system so that you couldn’t release your hands. Imagine, then, what a larger charge could do to you! The nervous system is the principal part of the body that is affected by an electric current. Small hemorrhages may occur through the brain and the spinal cord, and the blood vessels may be torn. There also may be severe degenerative changes in cells of the nervous system, and these may affect not only the spinal cord and the brain, but also the nerves which control the muscles. When a man is electrocuted, or is struck by lightning, his entire brain and parts of the spinal cord may be found swollen, softened, and almost reduced to fluid. Yet there are cases where effects like these do not occur, in spite of the heavy shock. m m m A GREAT deal seems to depend on the extent tc which the skull is involved in the pathway of the current. Apparently, when the skull is struck, the temperature inside is raised to a very high point, a condition which does not occur when the electric current passes through the body. Consciousness may be lost either from fainting or from concussion, in event of concussion, the person concerned has no memory of the incident when he becomes conscious again. In other cases, when the loss of consciousness is due to accumulation of fluid m the brain, it comes on slowly, r

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Red Gallagher-—Who Has Been Places and Has Seen Things

Tbit It tbe twenty-lirtb article of The Indianapolis Times’ popular series about tbe members of its editorial staff. Today's article concerns Basil Gallagher. BY NORMAN E. ISAACS Times News Editor “'T'HE name, sir?” inquired the clerk. A "Gallagher.” said the tall, red-headed young man. "And the first name?” smiled the clerk. The tall red-head glowered. His chin jutted out a full inch as he leaned across the counter. His eyes narrowed menacingly. "Basil,” he said in a deadly tone. The clerk took the hint. "Yes, sir, Mr. Gallagher, thank you.” he said. Mr. Gallagher swaggered out like a buccaneer. It was quite evident he wanted no clerk making mistakes about his first name. It’s a nice enough name, but “Red” Gallagher has no use for it. When a bouncing little red-headed girl made her bow into the world last year, Mr. and Mrs. “Red” Gallagher held no long consultation over the naming of the child. "The name,” said Mr. Gallagher firmly, “is Sheila. Nobody will mistake that. I’ve blessed Heaven many a time for red hair because it’s given me the chance to shake off a first name that should be given only to dancing bears, blacksmiths in Evangeline, heroes in British novels or impecunious White Russians.”

novels or impecunious White Russi Mr. Gallagher, you see, feels strongly about the subject so, we at the office haye compromised. We call him Red. a tt n RED GALLAGHER has had an interesting and thrilling newspaper career, even if he does tell you “Pooh.” Don’t believe him. That young red-head has been places and has seen things. For instance, he has covered the famed “Broadway beat” in New York, the Hall-Mills case, the Snyder-Gray murder mystery, the Lindbergh kidnaping case, and lately the Indianapolis Power and Light Company expose for The Times, and the Dillinger gang capture at Tucson, Ariz. Red—he’s just a shade under six feet tall—sits on the rewrite desk at The Times whenever he is not out covering a big story When he’s in you know it. For when Red Gallagher gets on a telephone everybody within a radius of 100 yards can hear distinctly, or at least used to. Since returning from Tucson, Red has been reforming and he has been speaking over the telephone in soft tones, to the all-too evident pleasure of the cub across the room who makes a big show of trying to concentrate. a a a RED was born in Brooklyn, N. Y.. the son of the late Frank Gallagher, former political writer for the Brooklyn Daily Eagle, who was the youngest state senator in New: York state’s history (he was 22), and who later became an outstanding authority on the New’ York water front, specializing in legal work for a number of New York concerns with holdings along the rivers. So, you see, Red comes by his talents honestly. At prep school Red played both basketball and football, but after he entered Fordham university he dropped out of sports. After his freshman year at Fordham, Red moved over to Rutgers, where he took a course in ceramics engineering. He made Delta Kappa Epsilon at Rutgers and discovered that the comfortable chairs on the front porch of the fraternity house provided a singularly choice spot in which to contemplate on life in general. It was a rude jolt, but the day finally came when Red had to go to work. He got a job in a terracotta plant to practice the art of ceramics. His term of service convinced Red he was not cut out to be a ceramics engineer, so he appealed to his father. The elder Mr. Gallagher saw his

June Pursell to Return to City in Stage Act

BY WALTER D. HICKMAN A HOME town girl who made good in radio, the screen and in vaudeville will face her home town audience for the first time in her eventful career next Friday. Miss June Pursell, a shunning platinum blond, has done her part in making this city famous as the home of stars and great writers. Ten years ago, June left Indianapolis with her parents to go to Hollywood. She was then in her first year in Shortridge. She returns Friday to the Lyric as a star in three divisions of entertainment—radio, stage and movies. Even when a child. Miss June had a charming voice and years of study and training have enhanced its value. In 1924, she began her radio career by singing over KNX in Hollywood and soon her voice became so popular that she attracted attention in New York and was placed under a two year contract CIVIC LEAGUE BOOSTER MEETING DISCUSSED Second Annual Gathering Will Be Called Next Month. Second annual booster meeting to be sponsored by the Northeast Civic League next month was discussed at the league meeting last night in the Ebenezer Lutheran church. Committees reported on several league projects, including opening of Temple avenue, additional street lights, and placing of additional mail boxes with more frequent pickup service. N. Y. TAXI STRIKE IS ENDED BY COMPROMISE Police Ready to Halt Violence in Case of Renewal. By Vnited Prrsn NEW YORK. Feb. 7.—New York became a city of taxis again today as machines rolled into the street in thousands for the first time since Saturday. Apparently the taxi driveis strike was settled, although not all of the drivers agreed upon it and police were prepared for all eventualities. Representatives of the several unions accepted a compromise offend by Morris L. Emsi, Mayor La Guardias mediator.

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son started on the Evening World. Red was put on police. He stayed there three years. a a A NXIOUS to cover his beat thoroughly, Red spent his first day on police scurrying after fires every time the alarm rang. At the end of the day, young Mr. Gallagher was weary and disgusted with fires in general. None of them were any good anyway. • On his second day, returning from a trivial fire, Red decided to stroll back to headquarters along Fifth avenue. At the corner of Sixteenth street, clouds of smoke almost enveloped him. Near the corner a celluloid factory was ablaze. Red happened along almost at the moment it started. On the fifth, the top floor, were seven girls—trapped. No fire fighting apparatus had arrived and there was no fire escape. As Red watched, horrified, he saw five of the women leap to the street, landing a few feet from where he was standing. All were killed instantly. Another girl dashed back into the building and was burned to death. The seventh girl attempted to jump into a life net held by firemen who had just arrived. She missed the net by inches. Petrified with horror, Red forgot he was working for a newspaper. Suddenly, his fogged mind cleared and he raced for a telephone. The Evening World~-“beat the town” by almost an hour. He arrived at police headquarters the next day, still trying to forget the awesome and frightful scene, but the veteran reporters insisted on talking about it all day. “I’ve been in the racket for twenty-five years,” said one oldtimer. “I’ve never seen anybody jump out of a window. And here you’ve been _on only two days! Lucky stiff!” Red shuddered. it st u FROM police, Red went to ship news and then W’as assigned the “Broadway beat,” covering the theatrical section for about three years. Red was induced to go into the business end of the newspaper game and for six months he sold amusement space for the New York Telegram. Red hankered for the old life and begged the Evening World to take him back. They did and he was assigned to the Hall-Mills murder case. He stayed in Somerville, N. J., covering that story for three months. “I am sure I shall never cover

to broadcast from the NBC studios in New York. In the east her success was as big as on the Pacific coast and she was given her own quarterhour sustaining program three times a week. She has made records for Brunswick and for Victor. She appeared with Jack Denny on the Waldorf roof for a long engagement. When her radio work was completed in the east, June returned to Hollywood and appeared in the movie, “Hollywood Revue of 1929,” and sang the prima donna role in Sigmund Romberg’s “Viennese Nights.” She has been in many short subjects. During this period of her career she “doubled in voice” for some leading movie stars who could not sing. At present, Miss Pursell is on a vaudeville tour. She is accompanied by her mother and sister, Mrs. Jack Oldham. Mr. Oldham is her manager. When she arrives here Friday, she will visit her aunt, Mrs. Edward Lynn, 2819 North Delaware street and a cousin, Louise Pursell Schilling, dancing instructor at the Arthur Jordan Conservatory of Music. Her father, W. J. Pursell, now deceased, was a prominent portrait photographer in this city. SX tt u •Student Prince’ Booked Probably the most important announcement the Indiana theater management has made in years is that, for the week starting Friday, Feb. 16, it will present, on the stage, the successful musical romances, “The Student Prince,” with a Broadway cast of sixty-two, including the famous male chorus of twenty-eight voices. a a a In City Theaters Theaters today offer: “The Passing Parade.” on the stage, and “Madame Spy,” on the screen, at the Lyric; Lum and Abner on the stage and “Convention City," on the screen, at the Circle; “Eight Girls in a Boat,” and “Hips, Hips, Hooray,” at the Indiana; “Gallant Lady,” at the Palace; “Carolina,” at the Apollo; “The Chief,” at the Ambassador, and burlesque at the Mutual and Colonial.

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Here’s “Red” Gallagher of The Indianapolis Times, just back from Tucson, Ariz., and with a far-away look in his eyes. Red may be trying to figure out what an 8 per cent rate cut means to light users in dollars and cents.

a more perfect murder story,” he says. From that story Red went to the “Daddy” Browning case in White Plains, and later with George Buchanan Fife, “grand old-timer” of the Evening World, covered the Snyder-Gray murder trial. He did turns at rewrite, federal court, the criminal courts, Harlem, the Bronx, and Broadway between murders. The night the baby son of Colonel Lindbergh was kidnaped, Red was hoisted out of bed at 1 in the morning and sent scuttling down to Hopewell, N. J. “It was a confusing assignment,” says Red, “with the state police balling up the investigation and spending most of their time chasing reporters away.” 000 TT THILE on the Broadway beat, * * Red became fast friends with Norman Carroll, brother of Earl (of bath tub fame). Norman decided to branch out into the show business on hi? own, so Red, -Norman and three or four others collaborated on a play. If any one had yelled “author” on opening night, the first ten rows would have stood en masse, Red hints. At any rate, the piece was called “Love’s Call,” and v/as billed as a “play of primitive passion in Mexico.” It had a good cast and it looked good in rehearsal. On opening night Carroll,

U. S. WARNS AGAINST HOME LOAN FRAUDS Owners and Conspiring Clerks Will Be Prosecuted, Says Fahey. By United Press WASHINGTON, Feb. 7.—The home loan bank board prepared today to “crack down” on home owners who seek loans based on false appraisals and on government employes who enter into collusion with loan applicants. John F. Fahey, board chairman, said persons who make false statements or wilfully overvalue their security in order to secure loans for mortgages, home construction, improvements, taxes, or other indebtedness, face a possible $5,000 fine and two years in prison.

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togged up in tuxedo and all, lost his nerve and went into a speakeasy across the street from where the play was to open. He ordered a “double whisky.” Nervously, he asked Red to go across the street and report back after each act. Red suggested to a couple of critics that they be as kind as possible under the circumstances. They promised they would. Before the end of the first act one critic rose abruptly and left. “That’s the worst show I ever saw,” he exclaimed. Red reported to Carroll, and Norman had three more drinks in rapid succcession. When the handsome hero grabbed the heroine in the third act, kissed her fiercely and said: “After that thrill of passion ” the other critics rose as a man and walked out, muttering. Red found Carroll in a drunken stupor. The play closed at the end of the week, but to the amazement of all and sundry, the movies bought the rights from Carroll for about $5,000. Red fainted. 000 A FEW years ago a twist of fate saved the lives of Red and his sisters. On a vacation, he took his sisters to a New Jersey flying field and registered for a flight at a “penny a pound.” The pilot asked Red to allow him to take some friends up ahead of the Gallaghers. Red consented. A father with his five children got in with other pas-

No H-Arm in Asking! Ambassador Lindsay Files Arms Proposal, but It Seems to Be Very Secret. BY GEORGE ABELL Times Special Writer WASHINGTON, Feb. 7.—Sir Ronald Lindsay, the British ambassador, motored to the state department carrying an important document marked “strictly confidential.” Even before astute Sir Ronald had left the Georgian portals of his embassy, officials knew what the document was—the memorandum of anew British arms proposal.

But finding out the terms of the document presented more baffling angles. “The state department can not give out the context. That is en-

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sengers. The ship disappeared and a few minutes later the report came that it had crashed. Red rushed to the scene three miles away to find the ship crumpled in a corn field and ten persons dead or dying. A year ago, Red came from New York to join The Times. During the last several months he spent days and nights poring over accountants’ figures on the Power and Light Company. His series of stories on that investigation by The Times'has made history. The 8 per cent rate cut is a direct outgrowth of that probe. When the word came that the Dillinger gang had been captured in Tucson, Red was rushed to Municipal airport and from there flown to Louisville to make connections with American Airways. The plane from Indianapolis couldn’t land because of the fog and Red’s ship landed in Jeffersonville. Into an automobile dived Red and started a breakneck ride out to the airport to catch the plane, which was held waiting. The plane landed Red in Tucson a day and a half ahead of the other newspaper men from Indianapolis who had taken the train. How did he make out? His stories were perfect. “That red-headed fellow is ihe nicest newspaper man I ever saw,” said Mary Kinder to Helen Lindsay of The Times. She has no option on that opinion. Next—Lefty Lee.

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tirely up to the British embassy,” was the state department view. Sir Ronald—called on the telephone—sent word that he was having lunch. (A British lunch is the lengthiest meal in the world, except a British dinner.) Later, Sir Ronald’s personal secretary informed a questioner: “We cawn’t give it out, don’t you know. That’s for the state department to do.” “But they say it’s up to you.” “Sorry. We cawn’t do it.” British Counselor Chalkley replied to a question: “We haven’t heard of it.” Tony Torr, the first secretary of the embassy, drawled: “Old thing, you know we can’t make it public without permission from the foreign office.” _ A. F. H. Wiggin, another English diplomat, exclaimed in amazement: “I don’t know anything about it.” A British doorman proved equally informative: “Wot’s a harms proposal,-sor?” Anyhow, there was a Britsh arms proposal. POSTMASTER - G ENERAL JAMES A. FARLEY was the second American official to learn that the Irish Free State is transferring some of its British trade to the United States. Mr. Farley was an honor guest last evening at the apartment of Minister Michael Mac White of the Irish Free State and heard the good news from his host. Earlier in the day, merry Michael had informed Secretary Cordell Hull of the initiation of trade negotiations. He arrived at the state department looking even merrier than usual. “Why so happy, Mr. Minister?” queried a friend. “Trade negotiations,” beamed merry Michael. “I hope you buy many of our potatoes,” said the other. “Then you’ll make even more Irish whisky.” "

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Fair Enough By Westbrook Pegler OJJE night when I was clattering about the stat# of Florida, doing living, breathing human documents about the pugilists and running horses, old Colonel Ed Bradley, the owner of the big store in Palm Beach, gave me fair warning that those roulette wheels of his. which were clicking away in hia playroom, would grind the bones of anybody who tried to beat them. I thought it was very nice of the old colonel to tell me this and figured that he had done me a

rather special favor until I mentioned the matter to Barry Shannon, his manager, who said: “Oh, the colonel tells everybody that, but it doesn't make any difference. They keep on. coming just the same and when their children grow up he tells them the same thing and they move right into the gears and get ground up, too. What did you do after the colonel warned you?” Mr. Shannon inquired. “Oh I lost a little,” I told Mr. Shannon and he said, "See? It doesn’t do any good.” I was thinking of this when I went down to the New York Stock Exchange to see what I could see about the operation of

the biggest store in the world and thinking how much franker, and. in a sort of a way, squarer, the old colonel was than the broker who sets his trap in a high office building and grinds the margin speculator. So wasn’t I surprised, though, and spun around and around in confusion, when a big expert in the big store sat back in his chair and said suckers couldn’t win playing the margin game down there and, in round numbers, warned me that a sucker, if determined to have his fling, would save himself time and bother if he would just toss his money in over the transom and walk on by. It seemed very square of him to say this because he knew I wasn’t just nosing around to pick up private information, but intended to go blab. 000 Sucker Is Sure Loser NO, he said, the sucker type of trader stood no chance in the margin business, and, though a look of pain overspread his features when I put in that a man ought to know something about the dice with which he shoots, that was what it came to, after all. Now, in a dice contest, a man should know what price to quote on the remote possibility that the dice ■will lie ten when they cease to bounce, and, in trading on margin, he likewise ought to study up on the stock in question and all the influences which might affect his stock, even though his research carry him away off into economics. And even then maybe he ought to put his savings back into his pocket, because it took character in addition to knowledge to see a man through winner. Right there in the New York Stock Exchange a man talked that way and when I said that all this sounded as though he were chasing off business, he said that sort of business wasn't any good for the house, anyway. It tended to break people and when people go broke there is no profit in them, so the broker, doing business on commission, likes to see his customers keep winning and remain customers. 000 There's a Distinction 'T'HE look of pain, which occurred at my mention of the dice was due to a very nice distinction between speculation and gambling. The dictionaries and the courts have recognized a difference there and they set great store by it, although the motives of the individual sucker may be indistinguishable from those of tbe man leaning over a green table, with his collar .oosened and his eyes popping out, uttering incantations to the animated dice-blocks. In the Stock Exchange the sucker buys something. It may be a purchase in only the most technical sense, but it is a purchase just the same whereas in Colonel Bradley’s kind of sports, all he gets is some gutta percha markers called chips. But these brokers, in their collective character as the Stock Exchange, find themselves unable to go into the sucker’s motive wnen he asks them to buy him something. They may feel that he is acting unwisely and from undignified motives, but a broker is no pastor. Yes, character was important, too, in the makeup of a successful margin trader. He might have the intelligence to know when to let go, but his greed and his emotions might over rule his judgment and wipe him out nevertheless. It is a well-known fact in the playroom trade that the doctor can’t keep away from his own medicine and boys who have spent a long evening on the far side of the table, spinhing the wheel or whatnot, make a practice of frequenting other little playrooms after they have drawn their S2O a night and hung up their uniforms. Mostly they prefer Faro because they realize that it gives them the best percentage obtainable, but when work is done and they draw their 20-dollar bills they rally around somewhere and send it in. I didn't suppose that stock market experts would do anything as naive as that, they being so smart and all, but it turns out that many a dealer was playing his own game during the great American boom and that many and many a one was caught and smashed when the roof fell in. (CoDvriuht. 1934. bv Unite and Feature Syndicate. Inc.)

Today's Science " BY DAVID DIETZ

NATURE automatically supplies the most potent antisepetic agent to the eyes, according to Dr. William L. Benedict, head of the section on opthalmology of the Mayo Clinic at Rochester, Minn. The agent consists of tears. “Laboratory experiments have shown that for most disease-producing organisms, normal tears are hundreds of times more effective in protecting the eye than solutions of drugs in such strength as can be borne,” Dr. Benedict says in a statement prepared for the National Society for the Prevention of Blindness. “The tears are supplied in amounts that are properly regulated and counteract the effect of most air-borne bacteria,” he adds. Dr. Benedict says that there are a number of popular fallacies about home treatment of the eyes. “Because the general public has learned that many eye lotions are put up in a solution of boric acid, the better informed immediately turn to this solution as the one safe substance that can be used for any disorder of the eye,” he continues. “Hence, we find that many persons are using an eye cup, giving the eye a daily bath in boric acid solution in the hope that their disorders will soon pass away and the necessity for visiting a physician may be obviated.” nun THE healing properties of boric acid are infinitesimal, according to Dr. Benedict. It is used chiefly by physicians as a vehicle for carrying small dilutions of more potent drugs. “There is not sufficient reason for the regular use of eye baths, as there may be for cleansing the teeth or gargling the throat,” he says. “The practice of giving eye baths with any solution when eyelids are not diseased, except on the advice of an oculist, should be discouraged.” Regarding drugs, he says that there are very few remedies for the eyes that are specific, that is, remedies which are designed to counteract particular diseases or disorders of the eyes. “There is not one bit of scientific proof that there is any drug or any other agent by which the development of cataract can be generally retarded, or by which cataracts can be removed without operation,” he says. “I think it is well known and appreciated by people at large that there are no miraculous cures for any diseases or disorders of the eye. The faith that our grandmothers had in the use of goat’s milk, sauerkraut juice, snake oil, or milk and honey, his be<- . largely dissipated by an intelligent public.”

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