Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 253, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 March 1934 — Page 17

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It Seems to Me By Heywood Broun MIAMI. March 2.—The man who told me that this might not be just the place to lead the Spartan life and get back my grammar school figure was a person of extraordinary vision. It is not the place, and it would anger me if anybody charged my current failure to approach the razor edge of fighting shape to mere native sloth and absence of character. The truth of the matter is that Miami is nothing more than New York with flamingoes. The newspaper syndicate manager told me not

more than a week ago: The trouble with you, Broun, among other things, is that you are much too local in both your point of view and subject matter. That's why we can not sell you. Why not turn over a new leaf? Why not be a muchbelated Christopher Columbus and set out on a voyage of exploration through America? Leave your old haunts." a a a Urges Widened Horizon “OUT a thousand miles beL hind you and learn to know the north, the south, the west —particularly the south. We might even do an advertising

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campaign in an effort to induce some paper or other to take your column. It could have at the top of the caption ‘The New Broun.’ Well, perhaps you’re right. But, anyway, get out and study the country, particularly the south. About a year ago I almost sold you to a newspaper in Texas. In fact, they contracted for the service. Do you know what the first column was which you supplied us for the new client?” “It, was the one about how I failed to get through Harvard on account of flunking French?” I suggested. “No; it was an article in which you favored landing the United States Marines in Georgia in order to establish race equality. And then you come around complaining and saying—You syndicate other people. Why don't you syndicate me?’ ” “All right,” I said. “I'll travel and study that part of American life which lies south of Washington Square.” a a a Set Out Like a Pioneer IGOT a map. and ’way down in one corner, just this side of Havana, I saw a dot labelled Miami, and, buving a railroad ticket and a compartment, I set off like the old pioneers, to learn just what might lie beyond the furthest frontiers of civilization as I used to know it. After days and nights of forcing a trail through flat country and fording swollen rivers we came at last to a settlement. Since it was dusk, I repaired to a native inn. “How do you do?” said the innkeeper, who, according to the custom of the country, wore a dinner coat. “Surely you remember me. I used to be the head waiter at the old Stork Club in West Fiftyeighth street.” A handsome stranger at the next table turned, and it was Barney Gallant. He took me to the bar because he thought I, might like to sey “Hello” to Mike, who used to be in charge of the little room upstairs at Morey’s—the one that pretended to be a stock broker's office on the outside door. “You’ll like it here in Miami.” Mike said as he shook up a couple of drinks. “It’s just like New York in the old days of last year and the year before. We've still got prohibition in Florida, thank heaven! I got away from the big town just in time. I knew repeal was coming. You’ll find almost all the places run by old friends of yours. We've got a good floor show. You knew the boys, of course, when they were over in Sutton Place, and naturally you've seen the dance team a dozen times. Along about 3 in the morning here you won't be able to tell this spot from the good Ha-Ha Club before they made it legal.” a a a Worse Off Than Emperor Jones MIKE was right. Quent dropped in. and Joe and Bill and Swope and the rest will be down tomorrow. But I traveled more than a thousand miles only to find myself back in what amounted to No. 21 on a Saturday night, I was the Emperor Jones. I came out at the same edge of the jungle at which I had entered. I couldn't get away from the sound of the drums. Os course, we haven’t any flamingoes in New York, as they have ail over the infield of Mr. Widened Hialeah race track. But I'm told they are not native to Miami. They are imported from Cuba. “After a year or so up here they seem to turn a little paler.” a flamingo expert told me. I suppose that's on account of the night life. As far as a race track goes, the flamingo is the ideal pet, He never gets out on the track and interferes with the horses. He takes no interest in a whipping finish. You never hear him passing out tips or see him waddling up to the mutuel windows. In fact, the flamingo can afford to smile at the thousands milling around the plant. He is the wisest bird on the premises. I said a minute ago that I was like the Emperor Jones. I was boasting. I'm much worse off They've taken my silver bullet. JCopvnsht. 1934. by The Times)

Your Health BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN?=;

THE greatest thing that can be done about rheumatism is to prevent it. A leading British physician, who has spent more than forty years in the study of rheumatism, says: “The protection of the rheumatic child, and thereby the prevention of subsequent heart disease, is the most important aspect of this work and, at the same time, the most encouraging." The fact is that the exact cause of rheumatic disease is not yet known. For more than thirty-five years it has been, urged that the majority of cases were due to a bacterial organism, but no one yet has proved exactly the nature of the organism. As has been said already, the significant facts established by the studies of the last quarter century relate to the knowledge of rheumatic conditions in childhood and to the understanding that prevention must be a constant aim through early life. nun A GREAT deal of the heart disease from which human beings suffer is due to previous rheumatic infection. Many investigators are convinced that there is a family predisposition to rheumatic conditions. With a soil suitable to invasion by bacteria, and with a climate that tends to encourage the growth of these bacteria, in the human body, the likelihood of rheumatism is apparent. Long ago it was pointed out that rheumatism occurs more often in children who live in cities than in those who live in the country. It is more frequent at low water levels than at high water levels. It should be pointed out that colds and infections of the throat also are more frequent under such conditions. nun FTOUSES with thin walls, built in damp places, 1 and surrounded by trees, are about the worst type of residence for the rheumatic person. Damp rooms are a menace. Those that are warm and lighted by direct sunlight incline to be the most healthful. It long has been acknowledged that seriously infected tonsils afford a place where germs can get into the body. Because of the extent to which rheumatic conditions menace the world today, leading as a cause of disability in all civilized nations great organizations are undertaking studies of these conditions on both national ar.d international bases. H Is only by mass study of this serious problem that success eventually can be achieved.

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American Visit Historic; He Returned Home With Fame Secure

This is the serond of a series of articles describing the life, personality and career of Charles Dickens, whose posthumous “Life of Our Lord” will appear in this newspaper starting March 5. , a a a BY WILLIAM ENGLE Times Special Writer ON a bright winter morning, when New York was young, “Charles Dickens and Lady” were standing, as he wrote later, “in full fig on the paddle-box beside the captain” on the steam packet Britannia, seeing for the first time the shoreline of America, happily unaware of impending bewildermnt. Within five minutes they were introduced to the continent w r hich hp. presently, was to captivate even more thoroughly than had its recent visitor, Lafayette, and more dramatically than has any other alien, not forgetting the Prince of Wales, nor Queen Marie. They were .introduced even more unceremoniously than was astonished Einstein when the newsreel men encompassed him. “Suddenly.'long before we were moored to the wharf,” Dickens confided to his friend, John Foster, “a dozen men came leaping on board at the peril of their lives, with great bundles of newspapers under their arms; worsted comforters (very much the worse for w r ear) round their necks; and so forth.

“*Aha!’ says I, ‘this is like our London bridge;’ believing, of course, that these visitors were newsboys. But what do you think of their being EDITORS? And what do you think of their tearing violently up to me and beginning to shake hands like madmen?” The disconcerting first impression, though, vanished quickly. The states, just entering the lush period of industrialism, full of aspiration and vainglory, with the “nullification” furor over, and no other srirring common concern to usurp the tourist’s place from the public mind, received him with acclaim. Adulation, maybe, is a more exact word, for what the states did for Dickens makes their reception for Bernard Shaw last year seem like deportation papers handed to him at his port of entry. a a a BOSTON hailed him as an international idol. His and the lady's was a public procession to the Tremont House. A Nobel Prize is ashes compared to what the states thereafter presented to the wide-eyed, dark-pyed. sensitive young gentleman from Kent. In his “American Notes” he W'rites more of sociology than of those amenities early in his visit. But to Forster he WTote: “How can I tell you what has happened since that first day? How can I give you the faintest notion of my reception here; of the crowds that pour in and out the whole day; of the people that line the streets when I go out; of the cheering w'hen I went to the theater; of the copies of verses, letters of congratulation, welcomes of all kinds, balls, dinners, assemblies without end?” Even from the “far west” (hardy ones were getting out then to the Mississippi valley and some had crossed the river to make lowa ready to become a state) a delegation came. Its mission was that of other delegations from throughout the land, to invite him to be a guest of the people. a a a THE young Dickens enjoyed it immensely. There is no doubt of that. He could not then foresee, of course, the chagrin with which he was to encounter “to-bacco-spitting Washington” and the uncouth first citizens of the hinterland who talked to him interminably about “this great country of ours.” He never did understand those robust dullards as he understood the far lowlier creatures of Newgate prison. Os America’s response to the arrival of that young man who had given Samuel Pickwick and Nicholas Nickleby to the world, Dr. Channing wrote: “It is all heart. There never was and never will be. such a triumph.” The young man, at first, relished it. “I will say.” he wrote, “that but for an odd phrase now and then— such as ‘Snap of cold weather’; a 'tongue-y man’ for ‘a

Will Rogers Swaps Horses , Laughs in His New Comedy, ‘David Harum’

Famous Star Shines Again in New Movie Based on Real Main Street of Fifty Years Past. BY WALTER D. HICKMAN DAVID HARUM” and -Little Women" have been found in more homes since publication probably than any other two stories. The passing years have not changed the appeal and fascination of the homely characters in both books. "Little Women" made an undis-

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ject ion by "jes’ supposin’ what he would do if he was tradin’ horses on the next day. That clears Harum's conscience and makes everything legal and even moral to this foxy horse trader. The director wisely has not tried to make this picture grand. He has sought and captured the real homely qualities of Harum and and his friends in his home town. The bank as created for this picture is one which could be found on any American town Main Street forty to fifty years ago. Will Rogers has not modernized David Harum. although some of his remarks about the panic in

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puted star of Katherine Hepburn. and "David Harum” causes Will Rogers’ star to shine even brighter than it has. Nobody in Hollywood could approach Rogers as the gumchewing oldfashioned banker whose hobby is to swap horses on the Sabbath. Harum gets around that ob-

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talkative fellow’; ‘Possible?’ as a solitary interrogation; and ‘Yes?’ for ‘lndeed?’ I should have marked, so far, no difference whatever between the parties here and those I have left behind. a a a “'T'HE women are beautiful, but A they soon fade; the general breeding is neither stiff nor forward; the good nature is universal.” But then he was not yet in New York, which was getting jealous of Boston’s hospitality. He had not yet seen congressmen in Washington. New York reminded him of that. A committee of its most doggy citizens, planning dinners and balls, dropped him a line. It began with words worthy of John Patrick O'Brien — “Sir: — “The citizens of New York, having received the agreeable intelligence of your arrival in the United States and appreciating the value of your labor in the cause of humanity, and the eminently successful exercise of your literary talents, are ambitious to be among the foremost in tendering to you and your lady the hearty welcome which they are persuaded is in reserve for you in all parts of the country.” Dickens and Mrs. Dickens then said goodby to Boston, he doing most of the talking. For Stephen Leacock's biography recalls that she was “a good looking but uninteresting young woman who in our own day would be designated by the adjestive ‘dumb’.” a a a THEY said good-by to Boston and thanked it graciously; thanked young Oliver Wendell Holmes, young James Russell Lowell, distinguished old Josiah Quincy, president of Harvard, and the “young men of Boston” who had given them a dinner as oratorical and liquid as ever Papinte’s restaurant knew.” They came on to New York on Feb. 13, ninety-two years ago this month, were conveyed to the Carlton hotel in Broadway, and there, “as we were taking our wine,” wrote Dickens, “Washington Irving came in alone with open arms. And here he stopped until 10 o'clock at night.” It seems as though the whole old town had open arms for Pickwick’s young father, of whom through all his life people said: “There is a kind light in his face.” The “Boz Ball” was good proof. There were garlands there in the Park theater and floor space for 3,000 dancers, there were popping bottles and a gallopade. And a reporter wrote: “The agony is over; the ‘Boz Ball,’ the greatest affair in modern times, the fullest libation ever poured upon the altar of the muses, came off last evening in fine style. Everything answered the public expectations.” Its hero, in a contemporary report, then was thus described: “The author of ‘Pickwick Pa-

the Cleveland administration are just as real and true today. Harum possesses, on the part of Rogers, a keen and honest insight into qualities of men as well as horses. Harum never went wrong on a human, but he pulled some boners when it came to horses. One of the best scenes in "David Harum’’ is when the Deacon swaps a blind, horse with Harum for a pretty tolerable nag. Harum got his revenge later when he loaded a balky horse on the Deacon. Here is clean, American comedy which is all too scarce in fiction as well as upon the stage and screen. a a u WILL ROGERS makes David Harum believable even to present day audiences. Only plain, human acting could bring such results, and that is exactly what Rogers accomplishes in this movie. When the camera winks its recording eye for the last time at Rogers I will move his David Harum into my little hall of fame. Louise Dresser is careful not to overplay the role of Aunt Polly, who keeps house for Harum and sees that he puts on his overshoes in bad weather. Her acting is just as plain and honest as that of Rogers. The love romance is played simply but a little more theatrically by Evelyn Venable and Kent Taylor. Mr. Taylor is especially effective as the bashful suitor who first refused to marry a rich girl. Os course, the director has not forgotten the old-fashioned horse race. The horse that Harum drives in the race runs only when the driver sings "Terre-rara-boom-de-ay" to him. Rogers never has been funnier when he becomes panicky during the race when he forgets the tune. Here is comedy that will live in the memory of all who see this picture. Stepin Fetchit as the groom to

pers’ is a small, intel- 1 ligent young fellow, 30 years of | /THC* V' l /T*- (//■ {/ i IjPP- ' age, somewhat of a dandy in his 1 £ uk% f! / **'ft.* % jjm. dress, with rings and things in 1 ’■* ■ ' ?’ '/jrf '’if.\ fine array,’ brisk in his manner , . I ~ :W U L ’ cr'h’Jvi. and of lively conversation. If he He peopled and, 8 /Y v Ak v S \ does not get his head turned by . . , , ! . X H all this I shall wonder at it. World out of ’fly uiw - ' ’ jjngff'J -'CA “Mrs. Dickens is a little, plump . . . . „ '/ > /f, r English looking woman, of an * hIS inkwell, / A'/fv'jrj*Wyhtagreeable countenance, and, I __ . J 1 y* ll■ /'/wX* m. should think, a nice woman.” Below Ihe DICKENS liked the tumult. d oin W 1/ f Jr ' But he was more interested Dickens, his if / / /|' fj f/'ff / in prison cells and workhouses. f y /*/ f/j / V - Pie, always the business man, was wife OTld •IS /n A\ / ff f V more interested in the fact that y /' \p v §■ # V. /\ i thfjn there was no international her sister, /Uif f /jf /'' ] copyright. | 1 5 ■* / ./ J So he looked into prisons and sketched by /§ y % ■ £ y'■ workhouses, and made notes; and ' J * V ' k j' as he went west on the great Cruickshank. ' / l /; / • canals and south to the land of ..A I II slavery, he spoke out against the * law w r hich let publishers in this I Jl country profit from the work of JP

pers’ is a small, intelligent young fellow, 30 years of age, somewhat of a dandy in his dress, with rings and things in fine array,’ brisk in his manner and of lively conversation. If he does not get his head turned by all this I shall wonder at it. “Mrs. Dickens is a little, plump English looking woman, of an agreeable countenance, and, I should think, a nice woman.” a a a DICKENS liked the tumult. But he was more interested in prison cells and workhouses. He, always the business man, was more interested in the fact that thsn there was no international copyright. So he looked into prisons and workhouses, and made notes; and as he went west on the great canals and south to the land of slavery, he spoke out against the law which let publishers in this country profit from the work of authors across the sea who. did not share the profit. The speeches on copyright did not please Americans, and Americans after a while did not please Dickens. That came out a little later in his “American Notes.” Years afterward, when he came back again, a stricken man, he made amends, and praised the states for their social reforms. In that first trip, though, says G. K. Chesterton, “the Yankees enraged him at last, not by saying different things, but by saying (he same things. “They were a republic; they were anew and vigorous nation; it seemed natural that they should say so to a famous foreigner first stepping on their shore. But it seemed maddening that they should say so to each other in every car and drinking saloon from morning till night.” a a a HE met the senior senator from Massachusetts and was informed that the gentleman was

the balking horse is a comedy sensation this time. Now at the Apollo. a a In Indianapolis Theaters OTHER theaters today offer: Kate Smith on the stage and “I’ve Got Your Number” on the screen at the Indiana; "It Happened One Nignt” at the Circle: "The Cat and the Fiddle” at Loew’s Palace; "Bottoms Up” on the stage and "The Poor Rich” on the screen at the Lyric, and burlesque at the Mutual. KIWANIS HEARS M’NUTT ON NEED FOR ECONOMY Record of Social Workers Is Praised by Governor Operation of the state government along economical lines was stressed by Governor Paul V. McNutt Wednesday in a talk before the Kiwanis Club in the Columbia Club. He praised the social workers of the state and Fred Hoke, chairman of the state unemployment commission. for their sacrifices and time given to the needy. He said greater savings in government could be made by retarding the development of roads and highways. SEEKS ASSESSOR POST W. Otis McGaughey Announces G. O. P. Candidacy. W. Otis McGaughey, 5050 West Sixteenth street, has announced his candidacy for the Republican nomination for Wayne township assessor, subject to the May primary. Mr. McGaughey. prior to being connected with the income tax division of the internal revenue collector's office, was employed in the city assessment bureau. A World war veteran, he is a graduate of Indianapolis public schools and the Indiana law school.

He peopled a world out of ' his inkwell. Below—The young Dickens, his wife end her sister, sketched by Cruickshank.

“one of the most remarkable men in the country.” “Good God.” said young Mr. Dickens, “they are all so! I’ve hardly met a man since my arrival who wasn’t one of the most remarkable men in the country.” In Washington, too, he encountered in full flower what he came to consider an American institution almost as distressing as slavery. He wrote: “As Washington may be called the headquarters of tobacco tinctured saliva, the time is come when I must confess, without any disguise, that the prevalence of those two odious practices of chewing and expectorating began about this time to be anything but agreeable. ...” But his hosts did not realize that their handsome young gentleman and his amiable young wife were abashed. In Richmond, Va., on March 16. 1842, he was given a warm welcome and a flood of oratory. He responded

STANDARD GROCERY CO. TO OPEN NEW STORE Another World’s Fair Food Market Boasts Modern Equipment. Standard Grocery Company opened another of its “World's Fair” food markets to the public today at 4005-7 Boulevard place.

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graciously. The newspaper reports said it was a “fairy scene” and an “Attic supper.” a a a BUT in two months he had had enough of America. His whole being was as English as the dust of Rupert Brooke, “forever England.” From Montreal on May 29, 1842, he and the lady sailed eastward. On the steam packet ahead of them went his letter to Forster: “How I look forward across that rolling water to home and it small tenantry. How I busy myself in thinking how my books look, and where the tables are, and in what position the chairs stand relatively to the other furniture . . . And what our pets (he meant the four children) will say and how they will look. . . . We shall soon meet, please God, and be happier and merrier than ever we were in all our lives. “Oh, home—home—home—home home—home—home—HOME! ”

All equipment of the new store is modern, according to Chester H. Jackson, president. Electric refrigeration is used throughout the store. Especially attractive will be the display of fruits and vegetables kept at the peak of crispness by the modern methods of refrigeration. Bernie Zier is manager of the new store.

By George Clark

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Fair Enough By Westbrook Pegler \ SURVEY of conditions in Chicago, conducted strictly in the interests of art, qualifies me to report that the art situation in the new-style saloon is very punk and to recommend that some of the 2.500 artists who have been hired by the government be assigned to this sort of work. Some time ago. in Washington. I detected worriment over the fact that certain of the 2,500 artists who then were being engaged to depict the American scene would be likely to turn in pictures of well-built ladies, lolling

on tiger-skin rugs without any clothes on, or stepping into their bathtubs or sitting among the ivy and rushes, peering at certain fowl, preferably swans. Undoubtedly ladies belong in any comprehensive representation of the American scene and I would be the last one to deny that they can be made to look quite attractive in these undress pictures which artists like to paint. But I do not think public opinion, especially in the smaller cities and towns, has yet arrived at the point of approving such works in the halls of the public schools, the police stations, and the almshouses where the new r deal intends to

hang the paintings produced by the 2,500 artists. I am vague, and I believe the CWA is a little foggy, also, on the matter of whether these paintings are to be self-liquidating public works or not”. If they are to be such, the government will have to give the communities the money with which to buy the paintings from the government. But I seriously doubt that even under these attractive terms of purchase the people would assume the responsibility for hanging in public places the sort of art which I have mentioned. a a a Surpassed Statue of Liberty SO now I arrive at the fact, which I did not realize until this time, that the saloon was the natural theater for such canvases in the days before prohibition and that thousands of noble specimens which used to adorn the w-alls of such resorts and impart a certain cultural class to the American pub, long since have vanished. Nobody seems to know where they went, although some of them were a? big as a ballroom floor and the ladies frolicked through their leafy dells made the Statue of Liberty look like a scaie model. When prohibition came they went away and they did not reappear in the speakeasies nor have they reappeared since repeal. It w-as a great loss to art in America. Citizens drinking at the bar used to contemplate these females and, at a certain stage in their studies, would ask the bartender what was the idea of the lady gawking at the swan that way. There would then follow a learned discourse on the legend of the picture which had it, if I remember right, that the swan wasn’t a natural swan at all, but a peasant boy who wished to marry this lady, and, due to the unprincipled jealousy of a prominent prince, had been turned into a swan by the local wizard. The saloonkeeper was a great art lover and he collected these paintings in the course of his occasional trips to the art centers of the old world with his family after fifteen years behind the bar with never a day off, including Sundays, mind you. He brought them home, framed them in gilt, enough to burnish a courthouse dome, and never tired of telling what the artist had in mind just as he had heard it from the man in the store in Naples. a a a New Saloons Artless T FIND that in the new saloon there is no such A art. There is much chromium and opaque glass, but there are no beautiful oil paintings, and the design of the new bar is suci that nowadays there are not even the same wide, inviting spaces of mirror which used to provide a canvas for the work of the itinerant soap artist. The soap artist was an artist who drew lovely scenes all in white, suggesting snow, and of a cooling import, to comfort the citizens as they perspired over their beers in summer. His art was brief and he Knew very well that come winter time they would wash the mirror and obliterate his work. But he drew pictures for the love of doing so and for a day’s drams out of the cop's bottle which of course, was private stock. The fine old patriotic lithograph should not remain forgotten. I have in mind especially the scene depicting Custer’s last stand which hung in a thousand saloons and stirred a manly resentment and warlike love of race and country in persons who had peered at the massacre through the bottom of three or more glasses. Survivors of that period will remember the fallen cavalrymen strewn upon the ground. The Indians circling close to the colonel who stood there fighting to the last, and their own impotent rage as they perceived the assassin sneaking up behind him, unnoticed, tomahawk in hand, to slay the gallant officer. The art of the old American saloon was art that was art. I am a little dubious about the artistic value of paintings of cowslips and squares and trees. ’They do not tell much of a story. (CoDvrieht. 1934. bv United Feature Bvndicate. Inc.)

THE battle over cosmic rays flared when Dr. Arthur H. Compton, Nobel prize-winner in physics of the University of Chicago, speaking in New York before the American Physical Society, declared that the Settle-Fordney stratosphere flight of last summer proved conclusively that the rays were composed largely or entirely of charged particles. Dr. R. A. Millikan of the California Institute of Technology, also a Nobel prize-winner in physics, has insisted that the rays consisted of energy, more exactly, of little bullets or packets of energy, known as photons. Dr. Compton said that instruments carried to a height of eleven and one-half miles in the SettleFordney flight definitely proved his contention. These instruments included a self-recording cosmic ray meter developed by Dr. Compton. This instrument made a photographic record of the passage of the cosmic rays through a steel bomb filled with compressed argon gas and surrounded by a f nar-inch shield of fine lead shot weighing 200 pounds. The measurements made in the upper atmosphere also revealed the existence of anew type of cosmic rays which are either electrically neutral or composed of particles heavier than protons, the nucile of hydrogen atoms, Dr. Compton said. * n IN addition, the stratosphere data also proved for the first time the existence of a component of the cosmic rays consisting either of protons, the nucile of hydrogen atoms, or of positrons, that is, positive electrons, Dr. Compton said. Because these rays must penetrate the barrier of the earth's magnetic field before reaching the earth, only those rays which have energy enough to penetrate vertically through half or more of the atmosphere are found to reach the earth at all. It has been previously known that some of the rays reaching the earth were positively charged, but Dr. Compton said that a further result of the stratosphere records is evidence that the component of the cosmic rays consisting of protons or positrons, whichever it may turn out to be, constitutes most or all of the cosmic rays which reach tne earth. The new type of cosmic ray already referred to, consisting of electrically neutral particles or particles heavier than protons are encountered only high up in the stratosphere, according to Dr. Compton’s interpretation of the flight records. Dr. Compton urged that more high altitude flights with equipment similar to that used on the Settle-Forney flight be tried in Canada closer to the north magnetic pole. He also urged similar flights over the earth’s equator.

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