Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 256, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 March 1934 — Page 11

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It Seems to Me By Heywood Broun MIAMI, March 6. —Several definitive biographies have been written about Primo Camera by now, and I assume that these works describe the manner in which some prize fight fancier first saw the Vast Venetian and decided that there might be gold in the Man Mountain. But whatever the circumstances, it was a most unlucky afternoon for the unfortunate Italian who wears the heavyweight crown. By dint of training Primo has learned to take a blow upon the chin or chest without wincing, but the giant is

far too sensitive to public opinion. His pride bruises easily. He wants to be loved, and in order to gain the approbation of the fans he clubs smaller men about with his right hand. And when he says in dumb show, “Look at this vanquished gladiator whom I lay at your feet,” quite naturally Camera expects plaudits, laurels and acclaim. But what he gets is “Boo!” I am told that the mind of Camera is built for cargo rather than speed. Nevertheless, I think he has every right to be puzzled at the nature of the reception which Miami accorded him when he kept, his heavyweight

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title by virtue of victory over Tommy Loughran. nan A o Cinches in Primo's Training YOU see, in the beginning Primo's tutors and handlers must have told him that if he would be a good boy and eat his spaghetti and learn to box, ail kinds of benefits would flow into his Keeping. He was for some time slow and awkward, but being a man of character he sacrificed everything to his art. “Hit me again while the light still hoias.” There were many courses in the curriculum of Camera, but never a cinch one in all the lot. From 8 until 9 on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday (and Saturday at the pleasure of the professor) Primo was instructed in the art of rolling with the punch. At noon there were the freehand exercises in jabbing, blocking or w rat to do until the adversary’s blow arrived. And, of course, there was always some promising pupil in his first years at the school. He would come home at the end of the month carrying a report card which read: “Camera, Primo— Jabbing, D minus; blocking, E; footwork, E; deportment, A plus. Remarks —Primo is a problem child at this school. He doesn't quite retain. But lor his splendid school spirit and his determination to get ahead we would recommend him to some other field of activity. Would do well as counselor at boys’ camp or chicken ranching if he can be taught not to step on his charges.’’ n n n A Proper Cause for Heartbreak PRIMO CARNERA spent three years in the eighth grade, flunking his course in jabbing each time. But he was resolute. “I want to be loved,” he muttered to himself, and exposed his nose once more to the punishing taps of the professor. Last Thursday night I saw him come to the center of the ring and face Tommy Loughran, one of the greatest jabbers of all American ring history. Primo feinted once, and then let his left dart like a young cobra embroiled with a mongoose. But Tommy couldn't thwart that jab. It smacked against his mouth. In its way that first left jab of Camera’s was as perfect as anything ever done by Michelangelo. It had composition and form and rhythm. It was in its own small way a masterpiece. But did the audience take it in that spirit? They did not. Primo did not, upon the instant, become one with the name and fame of Michelangelo. At least, I think not. There is no record that Michelangelo’s ears ever were assailed with the long-drawn howl of, “Send that Wop back where he came from!” I think that the great heart of Camera broke in that first round and that it had a right to break. tt St St As Latin Logic Would Run JOE WILLIAMS informs me that the champion told him he could have put Tommy away in the fifth if it had not been for the hysterical screams of a woman which distracted him. But I still hold that all hope of vital victory fled from the Italian's camp in the very first round. Although Camera does not think fast, he has superb Latin logic. I have not seen him since his pyrrhic victory, but I know that he must have said to himself in those first few seconds. I think the stream of consciousness ran about as follows: •’During the long days and the long nights I struggled to get this thing they call technique I could smell apple blossoms outside that barn in up-state New York where I worked so patiently. One! Two! One! Two! No, no. you big bum: that isn't it at all. It’s a whip. It’s a sword. Forget about power. Let it float. Let it fly. If your nose has stopped bleeding I'll try it on you. ‘Columbus’ Michelangelo and, in a somewhat lesser w r ay, Puccini. We Italians do not quit any art until w T e are masters. Jab at my nose and you shall see graven upon it Italy.” And so it went through the days and weeks and the years until Primo had learned and was ready to exhibit his masterpiece. Swish! Bam! Boo! Never was even a Corbett or a Tunney any neater. Once again. Swish! Bam! Boo! And then it was that the great heart of Camera cracked. He looked to the sky, where the silver galleon was having quite a messy time with the clouds, and he cursed his fate. “I give you back.” he cried, although quite inaudibly. “ my days and weeks and months. I've learned technique. I've got it. I've mastered it. And now these Philistines do not like it. It has been quite useless. They do not love me.” (Copyrißht. 1934. bv The Times)

Your Health by dr. morris fishbein

THE growth of cities and the increasing complexity of living tend to make you more than ever dependent on plumbing as a safeguard to health. You absolutely must have pure water to live and you also must be protected in the matter of sewage disposal. Otherwise, there is likely to be infection, which may lead easily to an epidemic. In most communities today these matters are controlled by departments of health and bureaus of sanitary engineers, which regularly investigate provisions for supplying water and disposal of sewage, to make certain that contamination does not occur. Nevertheless, even under the best of circumstances. accidents do occur. Sometimes through ignorance. sometimes through error, and invariably when conditions develop which permit drinking water to become contaminated by sewage, great numbers of human beings fall ill. tt tt a RECENTLY ill a large industrial plant repairs on the water supply became necessary and plans were made to attend to the matter during a holiday. Thus plant was equipped to fill the boilers with water from the river at times when the regular city water supply was not available. River water could be pumped into the boilers by the same system of pumps that took care of the drinking water supply. The engineer who turned the river water into the boilers over the holiday forgot to close a valve, so that when the employes came back to work some days later, large numbers of them became ill with serious diarrheas. Many of them developed amebic dysentery, and quite a few contracted typhoid fever. mam AS great cities develop and as additions are built to plants of various kinds, plumbers should not add new water supplies to old without serious consideration of the possibility of contamination. Any cross-connection which will permit the mixture of contaminated water with fresh water is a constant menace to health.

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This is the fifth of a series of articles describing the life, personality and career of Charles Dickens, whose posthumous “Life of Our Lord” is now running in The Times. BY WILLIAM ENGLE Times Special Writer bless us every one!’ VJ said Tiny Tim, the last of all.” It would be unfair to Dickens not to recall the words as among the best remembered in the language—as authentically its heritage as “Lay on, Macduff!” or “Brutus was an honorable man.” “A Christmas Carol,” of which they are a part near the end, discloses with w r hat deep emotion he thought of Christmas. It reveals that in his mind it was not only a time of bibulous goodwill but a religious holiday, and it was for him to write for his own children his own version of the New Testament. Without mention of the Christmas stories no consideration of Dickens could show him whole. They, as facets, flashed hints of the man. He was sentimental in London in 1843 (then he was 31), for there he wrote of Ebenezer Scrooge redeemed. The next year he went down among the olives and orange trees of Genoa, and there he was bitter. There he wrote another Christmas piece, “The Chimes,” and castigated cant. nan THAT was the cant which G. K. Chesterton says Dickens made seem a vague and vulgar Benthamism with a rollicking tory touch in it. “It explained to the poor their duties with a cold and coarse philanthropy unendurable by any free man . . . He fell furiously on all their ideas —the cheap advice to live cheaply, the base advice to live basely; above all, the preposterous primary assumption that the rich are to advise the poor and not the poor the rich.” He could impale, on w r ords, politieians, and did. He could impale barristers, and did. And in his private life keep his equanimity. But when he wrote the “Carol” he cried. He lived it, and between scenes he stalked London byways at night for miles, with Bob Cratchit, of the “Carol,” with him. “It was well worth it,” says Stephen Leacock in his new biography. “In its own form and as converted into plays and dialogues, recitations, and, later, moving pictures, ‘A Christmas Oarol’ has quite literally gone around the world. All the world knows at first or second hand of the marvelous transformation of the miser, Scrooge, and all the world has rejoiced in the sheer beautiful idealism of it. “Literature has no finer picture than the redeemed Scrooge at his window in the frosty Christmas morning, waking to the ringing bells of anew world. a a a “TT is a world that is open to A each of us at any moment —for this is the point of the story —at the mere cost of opening the windows of the soul. It is of no consequence whether ‘A Christmas Carol’ is true to life. It is better than life.” That it was better than life seems true enough, for while Dickens was groping for a way to open the windows of the soul Darwin, back from the voyage

Movie Exhibitors Here to See New Warner Films BY WALTER D. HICKMAN

BY WALTER D. HICKMAN MOVIE exhibitors from all over the state today were in Indianapolis previewing the new product of Warner Brothers at the second annual Warner trade screening, being held today in thirty-five key cities. The previews got under way this morning at 10:30 at the Ambassador theater, which will be closed to the public until 6 tonight. The entire morning session was devoted to “As the Earth Turns,” made from the successful novel of the same name by Gladys Hasty Carrol. Jean Muir and Donald Copk are cast as the two young New England farmers in "As the Earth Turns.” Following a luncheon at noon, “Gambling Lady” with Barbara Stanwyck. Joel McCrea. and Pat 1 O'Brien was scheduled to be shown. Governor Paul V. McNutt will address the exhibitors and guests following the showing of this movie. At 3 o’clock, “Journal of Crime,” based upon one of the most successful European plays, will be shown. Ruth Chatterton and Adolphe Menjou are featured in this film. At 4:15, A1 Shmitken. local Warner manager, will give the signal and the pride of the Warner lots, A1 Jolson in “Wonder Bar,” will be reflected upon the screen. Supporting Jolson in "Wonder Bar" are Dick Powell, formerly of Indianapolis. Kay Francis. Delores Del Rio and Ricardo Cortez. Warner representatives are confident that these four pictures all will be banner movies of the year. They have so much faith in their product that all four pictures are 94-YEAR-OLD CITIZEN REGISTERS FOR VOTE Richard Miller Is Oldest Person Yet to Report. Age is no deterrent to a citizen's franchise, if one is to believe reports from voters' resignation headquarters at the courthouse. Oldest person yet to be registered is Richard Miller, 1109 North West Street. Mr. Miller is 94. He was born in India, and became a naturalized United States citizen in Madison county in 1857. Mr. Miller was registered Saturday.

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IMMORTAL DICKENS MARCHES ON

A Christmas Carol ' Reveals Him as a Man of Deep Emotion

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Some of Dickens’ brood of children at Gads Hill—from an old painting.

on the Beagle, upon the record of which he was to found “The Origin of Species,” was groping for a way to show that no one has a soul. The idea of the brotherhood of man never was stronger in Dickens’ mind than when he wrote the Christmas tales, and then was stirred to put down his owtl version of the first Christmas, not for profit, but for his children. His last son to live, Sir Henry F. Dickens, not long before he died last year, sixty-four years after his father died and ninetyone year after his father-wrote of the Cratchit family’s Christmas goose, recalled the past: “The teaching of the Savior was the keynote of much that he wrote. In a letter he wrote to me on Oct. 15, 1868, when I first went to Cambridge, he says: “ ‘As your brothers have gone away, one by one, to each of them I have written what I am now going to write to you. nan “ ‘\7-OU know, you have never X been hampered by religious forms of restraint and that with mere unmeaning forms I have no sympathy. But I most strongly and affectionately impress upon you the priceless value of the New Testament and the study of that book as the one unfailing guide in life. “ ‘Deeply respecting it, and bowing down before the character of our Savior, as separated from the vain constructions and inventions of man, you can not go very wrong and always will preserve at heart a true spirit of veneration and humility.’ ” Dickens said then that he really did believe an omnipotent hand could fashion destiny. But then there were no Cambridge courses in comparative anatomy, the study of anthropology was young, and not for sixty-three years was Redfield to write “Gods,” the dictionary of a thousand deities, from

being shown today all over the country to exhibitors and critics. Carl Niesse, manager of the Ambassador, and Sterling Wilson are asssiting Mr. Shmitken in entertaining the exhibitors. tt a In City Theaters OTHER theaters today offer: Kate Smith on the stage and “I've Got Your Number” on the screen at the Indiana; Pop Cameron and the three Camerons on the stage and “The Poor Rich” on the screen at the Lyric; “David Harum” at the Apollo; burlesque at the Mutual and Rialto. ROOSEVErTPRAISEDBY NEW YORK NEWS Pledge to Withhold Hostile Criticism Causes Paper No Regrets. By Unite# Press NEW YORK, March 6.—The New York Daily News, which embarked a year ago on a journalistic experiment by pledging to withhold hostile editorial criticism of President Roosevelt for at least one year “to give him every chance and encouragement to lead,” announced today it had found no cause to regret the pledge. “We are glad to report today,” the newspaper said editorially, “that we never have regretted that pledge, and that we have been in sympathy with almost everything the President has done or tried to do of proposed to do.” On the strength of his first year’s record, the editorial concluded. President Roosevelt is “one of the three greatest Presidents we ever had.” CCC~MUST VOTE AT HOME, BOARD RULES Workers, College Students to Register in Own Counties. Civilian conservation corpsmen (7.000 in Indiana) must return to their home counties for voter registration the state election commission has ruled. No provision is made in the law for registering absent voters. Commissioners also ruled that college students must go home to register, a point ruled on previously. Although the city and county ballots will be separate in the primary election, no voter can call for but those of a single party, it was ruled.

Aya through Pachacamac and Tvashtar to Zume. a a a “QIMILARLY,” Dickens continued to his son, “I impress upon you the habit of saying a Christian prayer every night and morning. These things have stood by me all through my life, and remember that I tried to render the New Testament intelligible to you and lovable by you when you were a mere baby. And so, God bless you.” That rendering of the Galilean’s story, Sir Henry thought, was another “strong instance of this devotion.” It was, he said (and is): —“The simple history of a beautiful life. “It is told without any kind of polemical discussion, and easily to be understood by children.” The strength of the religious feeling which p-ompted him to write it is clear in a letter he wrote to John Makeham on June 8, 1870—the last letter he ever wrote: “I have always striven in my writings to express veneration for the life and lessons of our Saviour, because I feel it, and because I rewrote that history for my children, every one of whom knew it from having it repeated to them long before they could read and almost as soon as they could speak. But I have never made proclamation of this from the housetops.’’ a a a SIR HENRY thought the Testament and the Christmas tales, along with his father’s rigid moralities, were proof that he was “writing with an object not merely to amuse or interest. Down at the root of his nature there Was something far stronger and deeper than that; there was the further object he kept steadily in view, which was to teach the lesson which he was preaching all his life.” Sir Henry said he wanted to “inculcate kindness of heart and hatred of intolerance, and to

MORE SEA SERPENTS BEACHEDJN FRANCE Two Latest Monsters Resemble Cherbourg Specimen. By United Press CHERBOURG, France, March 6. —France crashed out with a world record in sea serpents today. Two serpents were washed ashore, one at Urville, the other at Greville, to reinforce the one beached near here last week. The new serpents are of the same family as the tilirty-foot Cherbourg monster, of a strange, unclassified species, which brought experts of the National Museum of History from Paris. Nothing is known of their ordinary habitat. Examination has revealed only that they are monsters.

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Tiny Tim rides pickaback on Old Scrooge.

each people their duty to others. He never lost sight of it.” To his friend, John Forster, he said so outright: “I thought to myself if one could only lay one’s hand upon the time, lastingly upon the time, with one tender touch for the mass of struggling people which nothing could obliterate, it would be to raise one’s self above the dust and ashes of all the dozens in their graves and stand upon a giant staircase which Samson could not overthrow.” tt tt tt NATURALLY, then, Christmas sentiment was strong in him, and Sir Henry, turning his memory back to the time when he was 8 years old, recalls that Christmas at Gad’s Hill was a “jovial and happy time.” “The visitors for the Christmas week were so many that they overflowed into some adjacent cottages” he wrote. “There was usually a long walk with the dogs on the afternoon of Christmas day; and the festivities of the evening, varied as they were, were typical of the time; that is to say that they all were brightened by good humor and high spirits. “Sometimes there would be a charade, sometimes games, of which he was peculiarly fond; and sometimes a country dance with the servants brought in to take their part.” Dickens revelled in it. “His

Roosevelt Is Magic

Virgin Islanders Given New Feeling of Hopefulness by Mere Mention of President’s Name. BY GEORGE ABELL ST THOMAS, Virgin Islands—(By Mail)—The current visit of Mrs. Roosevelt to the islands (and later that of the President) is not generally known here as I write tnis. But the few who do know about it are enthusiastic. They predict a great welcome—a genuine, hospitable welcome as these islands are capable of. There is something pathetic (at least, to me) in these friendly, guileless natives who try so hard to please. They love showing loyalty and even a sort of devotion for those who guide their destinies.

By George Clark

acute sense of enjoyment gave such relish to his social qualities that probably no man not a great wit or a professed talker ever left, in leaving any social gathering, a blank so impossible to fill up.” a a a SO Scrooge's nephew, speaking of Christmas, was no more voicing the thoughts of the master of Gad’s Hill: “I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time when it has come around —apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that —as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.” The master himself was at his best when it came time for the toasts, at dinner and at the end of the evening of Christmas day. Then, with his glass of gin punch lifted high, his mien and his voice were worthy of Bob Cratchitt himself; then heartily he would say: “A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears, God bless us!”

-Capital Capers

The simple fact that so many natives marched in the gigantic parade on Roosevelt’s birthday recently that there were none to watch from the sidelines, is funny —yet it holds a definite pathos. An effort of such magnitude is indicative of the feeling down here. “Oh, they simply enjoyed marching in the parade,” remarked one tropical veteran. Perhaps. Yet, even a casual study of the native here reveals the hopefulness with which he regards the magic name of “Roosevelt.” I don’t believe there are many on this island who have not heard of it. Exactly what is signifies to them I don’t know. But there is certainly the element of a constant if somewhat indefinite hopefulness. Old residents who regard the entire problem with cynical (though not hostile) eyes have noticed it. It’s in the air. tt tt tt FOR one thing, the new deal has come to the islands, and the opinion is it's here to stay. One hears no depression talk down here. The spirit among the natives is optimistic. Outside government house, the CWA is busily building anew road. Occasionally, at the twist of a mountain thoroughfare one notes a sign with the words, “CWA PROJECTS” in black letters. Nearby, a large group of natives is at work. There is anew spirit abroad. The public works administration just has granted $1,000,000 to carry through a rehabilitation plan for the Virgin Islands. It is a vast plan of far-reaching import, but the idea is being advanced slowly and methodically. There is no fanfare of bugles, no blantant announcements, very little publicity. It is simply moving effectively and surely toward a definite goal.

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Fa ir Enough By Westbrook Pegler “TTS7E are hayshakers,” says the letter from thß VV woman in Idaho. “We are hayshakers, but of necessity, not through choice. “We lived in Kansas City where my husband worked for the street car company. In 1919 there was a strike. He did not wish to strike and we had managed by careful saving to put some money each month in the hope of being able to educate our then

small son and daughter. “The men who refused to scab found themselves out of employment. We decided to sell our little bungalow of which we were so proud and move to a farm where we always would have work. “Reared in a farm myself I naturally hesitated,to bring the youngsters here, but could not see anything else to do. Our land has been logged off with only a few acres in cultivation. It was a great undertaking for a man of 40. We had a debt on the farm of almost SI,BOO and we had not been able to pay any on the principal and, for the last five years, no interest.

“You say the hayshakers squawked when overalls went up a few cents. I doubt that you ever bought a pair of overalls. We were paying 49 cents for ox hide overalls. The next we bought were 98 cents.” (In New York, evening slippers with brilliants on them have gone up from $18.50 to $27.50.) “While overalls were doubling in price.” the letter says, “cream went up from 11 to 14 cents. “As for the wheat allotment, I am sure very few dirt farmers favored that, I think it was the‘office hayshaker who planned the allotment. With acres and acres all paid for and well improved they are all in favor of being paid for not working, it must have been this kind of hayshaker who bought a lot of high-priced land expecting to make easy money by hiring the work done and paying, in some cases, hardly a living wage. a a a It Costs to Shake Hay “TT is easy on such farms, but we small ones strugA gle along with inadequate tools to raise hay for our stock through the winter and vegetables for the overworked housewife to can in order that we may be fed through the winter. “Forty years ago when wheat was 50 cents we paid 50 cents for forks with which to shake hay. Now wheat is again up to the same price, but we pay from $1.75 to $2 for pitchforks. We need everything so badly—clothes, bedding, chairs, just everything. “But we have patched on top of patches. Any old way so as not to go deeper in debt. We have managed to keep our luxuries paid for. Our luxuries are sugar and coffee. A relative holds our mortgage and does not compound the interest, so we are better off that way than a lot of neighbors who expect to be kicked out any time. Daughter finished two years at a university and got a school at $55 a month, ten miles from the highway, but she is not able to cash her warrants. My son had two years at a university, then home two years, but is back in his junor year now. “It looked hopeless a while, but by having the local school teacher board with us and, it being a mild winter, we did not have to buy any extra clothing. I am wearing fewer clothes than in summer because they are beyond ..being patched any more. The teacher can not pay more than sl7 a month, but with that and a cream check we think we are fortunate.” (The boom is on again in Florida and rooms are renting for from $25 to S4O a day at the better places.) “The two winters son was home he felt so useless it was terrible. He would say, "Why, mother, I am more than 21 and I have less than when I was 15. Then there was harvest work and I could buy my clothing.’ ” (Prince Mdivani, who never has worked, Is touring the world de luxe with Princess Barbara Hutton.); a a a Son Wanted Breadline “CON wanted to go to the city and get in the O breadline so he would be eligible for relief work. We have food, but all of us need dental work and father and I need to have our glasses changed. A man shipped some cows to Portland and received less than $4 when expenses were paid. There was absolutely no sale here, especially after the government sent in meat. The butcher said it almost ruined the little trade he did have.” (A portion of roast beef costs sl.lO in a firstclass New York hotel. A roast beef sandwich is 75 cents.) “We were informed reliably that people with money in the bank received government meat. Men who drew salary for making out wheat allounent papers stepped right into another salary for taking charge of CWA. Those who drew wheat allotment money were not supposed to work for CWA. but they do whether they have any family or not. One man had a lot of relief work and his wife brags about running the radio day and night. “Two years ago, a friend gave us a radio and we bought a set of batteries. We have not been able to get more, so we do not run the radio. We sell chickens for 8 cents a pound.” (Copyright, 1934, by United Feature Syndicate, Inc.)

HOW chemistry has remade modem life, discovering vitamins, putting bacteria to work, inventing new alloys, finding uses for what were once considered waste products, is told vividly and clearly by Dr. Harry N. Holmes in “Out of the Test Tube.” Dr. Holmes is professor of chemistry at Oberlin college, a former president of the American Chemical Society, and an internationally renowned authority upon colloid chemistry. In the past he has written several text books. Now he has turned for the first time to the popularization of science. The book is published by Ray Long & Richard R. Smith Inc., at $3. ~ He sees the story of the"achievements of chemistry with a proud and dramatic eye. “While you yawn comfortably in your easy chair,” he wTites, “chemistry wages desperate battles on many fronts—against man’s insect enemies, yet dominant on earth; against disease bacteria that have from time to time threatened to exterminate the race of men; agains the frowns and mysteries of nature.” a a tt THERE can be no quarrel with Dr. Holmes for spending the pages of his book in telling the marvelous achievements of modern chemistry in industry, agriculture, transportation, medicine, and other fields, and for dismissing with a brief paragraph the challenge of “wrong distribution of profits, overproduction, poor use of spare time.” After all, the achievements of the chemist ara glorious and it is not his fault that dynamite, very useful to clear ground for agriculture and to blast out minerals, is also used to make war. It is not his fault that the invention of the airplane must be followed by aircraft scandals. And Dr. Holmes speaks quite truly when he says that the problems of the present “will not be solved by calling a moratorium of scientific research for ten years.” m tt m AS the chapters proceed, the reader is introduced to the difference between chemical elements and compounds, the behavior of molecules and atoms, the difference between solids, liquids, ad gases, the meaning of radioactivity, and the recent discoveries about the electron.

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