Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 288, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 April 1934 — Page 13

It fec/nr to Me MOOD BROUN SOMEWHERE OFF CAPE HATTERAS. April I. When Eugene O'Neil wrote a play about a vounK man who went goofy over a dynamo I thought it 'ery odd. Nor have I quite understood, save in some remote Freudian sense, the passion of many famous writers for some rertam ship or skiff or roal barge. Rut now in late life I find myself in love with a liner. To he sure, the lady is .somewhat on the seamy side herself. Sne will be 23 on her next birthday.

This affair between me and the grand old gal of the North Atlantic was no matter of love at first sight. Before we shipped logether I had heard discouraging reports. “The greatest pitcher since Cy Young.” said one trans-Atlantic veteran. "And she can roll with O’ Man River,” chimpd in another of the seafaring folk. Even her agents sought in a measure to deter me. "Only one cabin is left,” said the candid young man at the Cunard office, and, frankly, we would rather not sell it.” "Oh. I don't believe in ghosts or haunted staterooms or anything like that,” I told him.

Heywood Broun

"That's not. it. sir. Nobody has died ther#yet. But this is an inside cabin, next the smokestack, and when you get to Trinidad it will be hot—devilishly hot. I don't like to see a man of your build going into it.” Somewhat stiffly I replied that, my arteries were my own affair and that of my own free will I'd take the chance. After all. when they lifted the lid from the Black Hole of Calcutta several were still alive. a a a Meet Mr. McGinty AT the last minute some less stalwart passenger canceled, and I was moved to a higher deck. It wasn't right up with "the white folks,” but it had a porthole. That night, along about dawn. I awakened suddenly when a considerable consignment of Cape Hatteras water landed upon my chest and head. "Cut, that out. Junior!” I cried angrily. "Daddy detests practical jokes.” But then another wave came through. They were right when they told me that the Mauretania could roll. We managed to get the porthole closed and fastened, and even so I didn't like it. First I would see the scud of dark clouds, and then the room grew dark, and the only outlook was green water. Once I fancied I saw a fish peering through at me. I am no mariner or deep sea diver, and so I dressed and went upstairs. A couple of chairs acting as running interference tried to put me out of the play, but I dodged and found a seat, in the deserted smoke room, which was nailed to the floor. Presently a steward appeared, and I began to draw him out about tempests and the luck of the Mauretania. Had he been with her long? I wanted to know, and he answered. "Ever since she was launched, barring a couple of years against the Turks at Gallipoli.” "And weren't there times, maybe, when you thought perhaps she might not make it?” H° thought for a moment and said: “Just one. Os mursp, we've had plenty of waves break over the bridge when she pitched. There was one that took off all the lifeboats on the port side. But you got to expert things like that.. But once there was a following storm, and a wave broke over her stern, and for a little while there was about two or three feet of water right here in this smoke room.” "What did you do?” “I looked down, and I said to myself, ‘This is peculiar.’ "Os course,” he added loyally, "we don't get as manv storms as other liners.” "Why not?” "Well, you see. sir. the Mauretania—she more or less makes her own weather.”. nan The Old Gal Makes Good THE old gal made good that proud boast. When they auctioned off the run I bought a low number. remembering the roll and pitch and the feel of the gale in my face as I stood on the deck. High field won. In a rough sea she knocked off almost seven hundred miles without half trying. And probably there wasn't any gale. When a ship slices along around thirty land miles an hour it's naturally going to seem breezy. And "slice” is the word. I’ve seen ships which pushed and wrestled themselves along, but the old gal is an inspired bread knife. She grinds as fine as the mills of the gods and a great deal faster. In tropic moonlit spas T usp<l to stand by the rail and watch the water rush by. It always seemed as if the waves were in full retreat., as if the sea said. "Here comes the grand old gal of the north Atlantic; make way for somebody that can run.” There is a certain startling quality in the amazing speed of the old gal. You feel a little bit as if Queen Victoria suddenly had pulled up her skirts and cried to Lord Tennyson. "I'll race you to the nearest pub and lay you four shillings against a mug of bitter.” Modern art. has not touched the public rooms. It's all dark wood and tapestry and practically nothing change from the beginning. I hear that when the time approaches to put the old gal away in lavender they'll tune her up and take one more crack at anew Atlantic record. And when they saddle old lack of paint for that last roundup I want to go along. I put in my reservation now for that cabin abaft the smokestack. (Copyright. 1934, by The Times)

Your Health —BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN -

THE rare of the eyes has advanced so greatly that no child should be permitted to go through life with crossed eyes. The younger the child, the better the chance of restoring vision satisfactorily to both eyes. Therefore, as soon as you notice that your child has crossed eyes, you should consult a specialist in diseases of the eye who can make a sufficiently thorough examination to evaluate the case and decide on the proper treatment. Apparently, anatomical weaknesses responsible for crossed eyes are inherited, since it has been found that in at least 50 per rent of eases there is a history of crossed eyes somewhere in the family. Rather frequently also more than one child may be affected. Most persons have some minor muscle out of balance in their eyes. That means that certain muscles pull harder than others: the stronger overcome the weak and cause the eye to turn outward. u an WITH both eyes open, the brain behind the muscle can exert enough extra effort to keep the eyes lined up. When one eye turns out of line with the other, we see double. In most cases of crossed eyes, however, the person concerned does not see double for the simple reason that he uses only one eye at a time. The same thing happens with persons in whom one eye may be far sighted and the other near sighted. In such cases, unless the eyes are balanced properly with eye glasses, the person concerned uses only one eye at a time. f If there is any tendency here toward lack of balance of the muscles, the good eye is used and the weak one turns. While you can get along using only one eye at a time, you should realize that really good vision depends on the use of both. Thus you get a proper perception of space and depth and other factors of vision which are lacking when onvl one eye is used. * M * SOMETIMES good results are had merely by prescribing eye glasses which will tond to hold the two eyes In proper position for correction of the vision. It seems likely that more than 25 per cent of all rases can be benefited by glasses. Very occasionally a weak eye muscle is benefited by suitable exercise, but in the vast majority of cases exercises will not accomplish anything permanent. Os course, the surgical procedure is most certain. This does not improve the vision of the eye, but it doe* prevent the vision from being lost through failure to use it, bringing the eyes into line so that both are used at one tune.

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WHEN POLITICS WAS IN FLOWER

The ‘Slick Six’ —They Foiled the Democrats With an Engine

BY TRISTRAM COFFIN Timet Staff Writer IN a small, gaudily-papered hotel room Democratic leaders were seated in a heated secret conference some forty years ago. Time was fleeting and election day was almost at hand. One man was walking the floor impatiently. Another slouched in a chair stroking his moustache. Several other politicians puffed furiously at black cigars. An air of feverish gloom spread over the room. "I just wonder what in tarnation the ‘slick six* have planned this time?” one of the politicians muttered more at the room than at any

particular person. "Wouldn't we like to know?” came the retort from the man pacing the floor. The "secret six” was a particularly astute group of Republican politicians, a group which held the top cards with a flippant and confident regularity in Indianapolis. They knew the answer to every political trick invented and themselves had originated some new ones. In those days there was a bitter race between the Republicans and Democrats to see how many illegal voters pach party could corral to the polls. Cheating at the polls was considered not only a matter of course, but very smart tactics. The motto of politics was "win at any cost” and even the respectable citizens looked upon it with a sort of amused detachment. It was like watching a magician pulling rabbits out of his hat. Every one knew that they were being hoodwinked by the politicians. but it was excellent entertainment. The politicians were overgrown boys cudgeling their brains for good-humored practical jokes. Perhaps it wasn't as sweet, and simple as all that, but the years have cast a mellow glow of reminiscence upon these exciting trick plays of politics a decade ago. jam AS a harsh silence filled this hotel room, broken only bv the pacing of feet, one of the men arose, smacked his hand on the table and shouted, "By Joseph, we'll beat them yet. We’ll fill these close wards with enough voters to swamp the Republican ticket.” The plan was heard, jubilantly affirmed and strict secrecy sworn. When election day dawned the

TODAY and TOMORROW a a a a a a By Walter Lippmann

'T'HE spectacle of Dr. Wirt on the witness stand was like the visuali--1 zation of one those very uncomfortable dreams in which you find yourself in a public place without enough clothes on. It must have been excessively embarrassing. To go to a private house, to accept, the hospitality of an old friend, and then to be called before a congressional committee, and. with the Klieg light burning and the microphones turned on, to have to repeat to the whole world what you remember hearing said at her dinner table, to have to throw your fellow guests to the lions to justify yourself—that would be a nightmare to any man who, like Dr. Wirt, has decent sensibilities.

It is clear enough how Dr. Wirt got into this pitiable predicament. He is the victim of a human failing to which all of us are subject. the tendency to manipulate a story in order to make it impressive. In his original statement., which started the whole uproar. Dr. Wirt conveyed the impression than he had talked with the President's advisers; that they had told him that they had Mr. Roosevelt in their grip, and that they would use him until they were “ready to supplant him with a Stalin.” It now appears that Dr. Wirt did not talk with any one who by any stretch of the imagination belongs to the President's advisers on any important point of policy, and that the remark about Stalin was made, if it was made at all. by a newspaper man who has no connection whatever the administration, and assented to. if it was assented to, by two women who have as much to do with the formulation of administration policies as the janitors and elevator boys in the building where they work. Now. if in his original statement Dr. Wirt had told the truth, if he had said what he said on the witness stand, nobody would have paid the slightest attention. There would have been no sensation. There would have been no investigation. There would have been no need for Dr. Wirt to violate the laws of hospitality and of friendship. tt a tt MOST Os us can say in all honesty as we contemplate Dr. Wirt's ordeal: “There, but for the grace of God. go I” for where is the man, or, for that matter, the woman, who has not made a story better by improving it? The temptation is almost irresistible where celebrities are involved. Someone goes to Washington. He sees the President for perhaps ten minutes. A week later his account of what happened at the interview includes everything that he heard in the hotel lobbv and in the smoking car coming and going. It is evident that it was this very human impulse which moved Dr. Wirt. He had come to certain conclusions about the drift of administration policy conclusions which he is entitled to have and that are debatable. Undoubtedly he believed that there is a bratn trust and that he understood its purpose. Having met a few people who had met some of the brain trust, he gradually came to believe that he had met the brain trust. Having heard remarks that seemed to him to confirm his suspicions of a conspiracy, he came to believe that he had heard those remarks from the conspirators themselves. Among some who have known from the first that Dr. Wirt's story was a palpable absurdity there is a disposition to make a sophisticated apology for the whole episode. It comes to this. There is. of course, no revolutionary plot among the President s advisers. But some of them are distinctly of the left, or more accurately the left center, and are proposing measures which, if made perma-

Democratic leaders all wore enigmatic smiles and spoke vaguely of "certain victory.” They had scoured the countryside around Indianapolis, visiting pool rooms, slum sections w'here the idle and unemployed loaf, and farms where extra hired men might be spared for the day. They gathered a mob of men, promised them enough liquor and money to keep them satisfied and loaded them on a special train. They brought the train into the outskirts of Indianapolis and switched it on a siding. Railroad officials conveniently shut their eyes and commanded their 'employes to forget about the special train. The Democrats were employing a customary trick —bringing "floaters” from out of town to flood thp polls in wards w'here a hot .and lively fight was expected. The floaters were having the time of their lives. While they waited for election day they drank whisky, played poker, and had their meals served to them. It was a. luxury that tramps dream about when they have had several nips too many. an n MEANWHILE stealthy figures had stolen out to the siding in the dead of night. They watched the lights and listened to the roars of laughter and snatches of song. Then they whispered together. The railroad watchman walked around on the other side of the car, so as not to notice these strange visitors. The “slick six” had discovered the train and were preparing to strike a blow unrivaled for daring and ingenuity. Testing their powers to the utmost, the scheme, if pulled off

nent and carried to their logical conclusions, would revolutionize our economic system. These measures and the ideas behind them are, however, technical, and therefore more difficult to understand by a large section of the public. Something was needed, it is said, to ‘dramatize” the issue, and the most dramatic way to dramatize anything is to call it a plot. tt n v I HAVE received the following telegram: “I have just read an article in yesterday’s New York HeraldTribune by you in which there is a misstatement. Your article, in part, states, ‘this same organization. which brought Father Coughlin to New York to defend the President's gold policy against A1 Smith.’ “I was chariman of the committee for this meeting. I positively know that the committee for the Nation did not arrange for Father Coughlin to come to New' York for this meeting, and I know' that Mr. Cecil Maberry tendered Father Coughlin the New' York Hippodrome without cost for this meeting and at a personal monetary loss to Mr. Maberry. You may verify these statements with Mr. Maberry or Mr. James Rand Jr., of the committee for the Nation,

SIDE GLANCES By George Clark

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“Shh-ht It’sjoot my. fault Hfi himself.”'

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smoothly, would climax their careers with sensation. And, more than that, the Democrats would be made the laughing stock of the town. The “slick six” visited the railroad offices and with suave persuasion and some shiny greenbacks borrowed an engine. The Democratic leaders made a hasty visit to the boisterous train the night before the election, checked all the men and admonished them to be on hand the next morning. From there they went to party headquarters where they enjoyed what, they thought to be wellearned chuckles.

SOUND MONEY MEN ORGANIZE IN STATE

Committee Plans Campaign of Education. A statewide sound currency movement has been instigated by the Indiana sound money committee, according to an announcement by President John T. Beasley, Terre Haute. The committee has planned an educational campaign for the purpose of upholding President Roosevelt's expressed purpose to maintain a sound currency and credit base, the announcement states. Among those participating in the preliminary organization meeting were David Rass, Lafayette: Dr. Edward C. Elliott, Purdue university president; Fred Kroeger, Anderson; Frank C. Ball, Muncie, and Theodore B. Griffith. P. C. Reilly. G. Barrett Moxley, Hugh McK. Landon. James W. Fesler, Daniel J. Tobin. John R. Kinghan. Irving W. Lemaux. Arthur R. Baxter, Elmer Stout, G. A. Efroymson, Walter C. Marmon, J. K. Lilly and Nicholas Noyes, all of Indianapolis.

or Father Coughlin. I believe you will agree that your readers are entitled to a correction. “It is my opinion that neither Father Coughlin nor the committee for the Nation are in agreement with some of the other monetary and economic view's mentioned in your article in yesterday’s New York HeraldTribune.” At the headquarters of the committee for the Nation it w'as explained that, while the organization as such had taken no part in organizing the meeting its individual members might have done so because of ther interest in Father Coughlin’s crusade for the President. Conyright, 1934

WHEN the noise had died down in the nefarious train, down the tracks through the deep black of night came the sharp f beam of a locomotive light. A labored chugging broke the stillness. A locomotive backed up to the train, hooked on and calmly pulled out again, heading for the far horizons of the morning. Thase few floaters, who had awakened as . the train jarred, fell back into drowsy slumber thinking that the Democrats were moving them closer Into the city. The Democrats waited serenely at the polls, then anxiously, when the voters failed to show up and

—The ~ DAILY WASHINGTON MERRY-GO-ROUND By Drew Pearson and Robert S. Allen

WASHINGTON. April 12:—The big thing learned from the President’s fishing trip is that there is only one new dealer. A lot of people were dimly conscious of this before, but didn’t, like to admit it. Now there is no escaping the fact. The Roosevelt administration is Roosevelt. There is no administration. And if there is one major fault with which the President can be justiy charged, it is that he has built up no supporting personnel which can function efficiently in his absence. The position of Franklin Roosevelt in relation to the entire scheme of government is somewhat analogous to that of General Johnson's to the NRA. General Johnson IS the NRA. Up until very recently he had broken in no subordinates capable of taking his place, or even of taking very much load off his shoulders. Eliminate Johnson, and the entire structure collapses. To a considerable degree this is the relation of Roosevelt to the new deal. It is a one-man machine. a a a a a a CONSIDER for a moment the cabinet. It has only two men in whom Roosevelt places any real confidence—Wallace and Ickes. Cordell Hull, the secretary of state, takes all major policies to the White House for decision. More than any other President since Wilson, Roosevelt is his own secretary of state.

The same is true of the navy department. The Roosevelts— Franklin and Cousin Harry, the assistant secretary—run the navy. The war department up until recently played no great part in the picture. Now' that it has been called upon for major performance —the air mails—it has fallen down •woefully, Roosevelt has had to take it in hand. The postoffice department is largely routine, but on major policy Jim Farley always trots over to the White House. Miss Perkins’ labor department has become a statistical agency. Labor disputes, for which it w'as originally created, are handled by Senator Wagner’s labor board under the direct supervision of the White House. Secretary Roper's commerce department could fade out of the picture, and except for the massive building and the fish aquarium which tourists enjoy, it would never be missed. tt tt u Young henry morgenTHAU, the secretary of the treasury, is doing a good job, but even on matters of relative detail, takes his cues from the White House. Homer Cummings and his Justice Department are more concerned with the interpretation of law than with administration, and are therefore not quite in the same category. Even Ickes and Wallace, upon whom the President depends more than his other cabineteers, must take AAA codes and public works projects to the White House for specific approval. From all of which, one of two deductions is inescapable. Either Roosevelt has picked poor help or else he does not trust them enough to give them real authority. Consider, in addition to this.' the top-heavy machinery of recovery agencies which now' have become more important than the regular government departments.

THE NRA, which holds the fate of industry, centers direct to tha White House. At one time Roosevelt read every code before adoption. Even now he reads all major codes. The labor board; Joe Eastman's control of the railroads, the RPC, with its millioins loaned to banks and business; the home loan bank board, holding the fate of millions of mortgages: the FERA. feeding millions of unemployed: the CWA, which tided the country over the winter: the federal deposit insurance corporation, holding the fate of the banks: the farm credit administration and the Tennessee valley authority, all report—not to a cabinet officer— but direct to the President*

Republican after Republican went into voting booths, the Democrat leaders desperately rushed out to the siding where their train had been peacefully anchored. Consternation, anger and futile curses shouted into the empty skies echoed in the air. The railway officials were very polite—i they regretted extremely what had happened and would endeavor to make amends. The precious "floaters” ride by the Democrats were floating leisurely through the countryside somewhere in the vicinity of Kokomo. The "slick six” had triumphed again!

It requires no complicated chart to demonstrate that no one man, nc matter w'hat his genius, no matter how many hours per day he slaveß. is capable of juggling all these balls in the air at one time. ROOSEVELT has achieved remarkable success so far. He has taken in his stride almost every that has come along. But the machinery of government has crept up on him. He now' finds himself the center of a large and ungainly machine surrounded by the tangled skeins of newly created agencies. In such a picture he can take care only of the emergencies. The details must be delegated. And upon how rapidly Roosevelt can gather up these scattered skeins and roll them up into one ball depends the success of the remainder of the administration. Roosevelt#therefore, probably is at a more important crossroad than even he—wise as he is—realizes. It is reasonably easy to get aw'ay with mistakes when the nation is united in a tremendous effort to pull itself out of a depression. It is another thing to get away them after the honeymoon is ove*. (Copyright, 1934, by United Feature Syndicate. Inc. • 3 HELD IN PROBE OF DRUG STORE LOOTINGS Detectives Seize Police Badge, Cigarets in Men’s Rooms. Three men were arrested by detectives yesterday for Investigation in connection with recent drug store burglaries. They are Forest Jacoby, 31, James Trout, 23, and Francis Enkelking. 25, all of 601 Madison avenue, apartment 27. Detectives confiscated a special police badge, a quantity of cigarets and a billfold from the men s rooms. Jacoby and Trout have been arrested previously for investigation. MISSIONARY SOCIETY NAMES NEW OFFICERS Terre Haute Woman Is President of Reformed Church Group. New officers of the Woman’s Missionary Society of the Indianapolis Classis of the Reformed church elected yesterday, are Mrs. H. E. Croft, Terre Haute, president; Mrs, George Wolfe. Lafayette, first vicepresident; Mrs. George Haseman, Linton, second vice-president; Miss Alma Isk, Indianapolis, recording secretary; Mrs. J. H. Jacoby, Mulberry, corresponding secretary; Mrs. Larue Myers. Indianapolis, treasurer, and Miss Rose Schall, Lafayette, historian, ' (

Second Section

Entered es P-cond-Omm Matter at Postnfflce, IndUnapnll*

Fair Enough rewliimii MnTECUMBE. Fla., April 13.—Meaning no disparagement of any man's sport. I have decided to waive my share of sea fishing to Mr. Roosevelt, who seems to like it. My experience along the Florida keys, trying to catch the bashful tarpon, would have been disillusioning if I had any illusion about this sort of pleasure. But I never wanted a tarpon in the first place

and, from some casual inspection of the apparatus which fishermen use. I had developed an idea, now fully confirmed by personal research, that sea fishing comes under the head of hard labor. Our party was in a great hurry to get out on the water and put some hooks over the side when we shoved out from a wobbly wooden dock at the edge of the jungle. The boat took a wandering course, following the blue channel, and the first hook into the water, a device with a tuft of white feathers. brought, in a mackerel about thirty minutes later. This was encouraging, but Charles Canny,

who was host on the expedition, said a mackerel wa3 nothing. "Wait.” he said, "until you tie into one of those big hundred-pound tarpon. Then you will find out what sea fishing is. And. for the first hour or so, don't fight him or you will losp him. For about an hour you just hang on to him and let him take all the line he wants and try not to let him yank you out of the boat. When he wears himself out you bring him up and we put a gaff in him and bring him aboard. "And then we have to eat him?” "No." Mr. Canny said, "tarpon aren't eating fish. Too bony.” "Then why do we rome all this way with all this apparatus to catch them?” Pour le sport,” Mr. Canny said. "They nearly pull you out of the boat.” a a a They re Useless Anyway NOW I know that whitewashing a fence either may be labor or sport, arcording to the spirit in which the fence is approached by the individual, and I can concede that a fisherman might derive a certain excitement from being nearly yanked out of the boat for an hour by an anonymous fish which is going to be useless if and when it is brought in. The same physical effect could be had in' any front yard by placing a chair on the grass and hiring someone to grab hold of the far end of a fishline and pull. But thp neighbors might think this very foohsh and go to gossiping, so if a man must do this kind of thing, perhaps it is best that he do so in a boat, at sea. The mate. Bill Oliver, handed me a fishing rod made of steel, mounting a rpel about the size of a standard gauge jelly roll and a hook not unlike those wdiich are used by longhorsemen in handling bales of merchandise on the docks in New* York. There also was a wide leather belt with a whip socket In front. The butt of the rod was to be set In the socket and the line paid out astern of the speed boat for a certain distance. Then the brake wa§ to be set on the winch, or reel, and the rod was to be held a certain way, with the reel on the upward side. Now, when the tarpon hit, the line would pay out grudgingly unde> the restraint of the brake until the tarpon tired and gave up the fight. The reel weighed a couple of pounds at first, but the effort to keep it uppermost on the rod increased its heft steadily until after two hours' of trolling and holding the rod firm against the pull of the water, there was roughly one long ton of pull and dead weight in the apparatus for catching the tarpon. The tarpon, himself, if any, then would try to pull me cut of the boat for an hour or more, according to his temper and weight. Throw Her Back “'IX/'HAT is it?” Mr. Canny yelled wildly. ▼ y “I am afraid it is a tarpon,” I said, ‘ but tha line slackened and I reeled in. "That was no tarpon.” Oliver said. "From tha wav he ripped the bait, that was a barracuda. Throw her back.” During a motor ride along the Tamiami trail through the everglades recently I saw whole schools of a speckled, long nose fish called gar and stopped to ask a Negro fieldhand, fishing from the bank, if they were good to eat. "Then kin eat. ’Em eats ’em,” he said. (Copvrlarht, 1934. by United Features Syndicate, Inc.)

Today s Science BY DAVID DIETZ

April, the tiny but beautiful constellation ▼ ▼ of Lyra, distinguished by Vega, one of the most brilliant and enchanting of all the stars, returns to the night sky. Watch for Lyra in the northeast. April is a fitting time for the return of Lyra. According to ancient legends, it represents the lyre s* Orpheus, most skilled of all musicians. In April, when budding trees and plants make the heart sing with joy, it is appropriate for the celestial lyre to come back to the sky. The present month is a good one to test out your astronomical knowledge and see if you can identify the principal constellations and the bright stars. Let us begin with the Big Dipper. Every one knows it. It forms the backbone of the constellation of Ursa Major or the Great Bear. The end stars of the bowl of the dipper are the pointers. They point to the North Star which is the end of the handle of the Little Dipper. The Little Dipper is the principal part of the constellation of the Little Bear. Now beyond the North Star and low' upon the northern horizon are five fairly bright stars forming a letter “W.” You may not recognize the “W” a(j once for it is tipped over on its side. They form the constellation of Cassiopeia. To the east of Cassiopeia and also low on the northern horizon are five stars. They form the constellation of Cepheus. Return now to the Big Dipper. Midw - av between the pointers and the North Star, you will find a faint star. It is one of a long line which swings parallel with the Big Dipper, then curves around the bowl of the Little Dipper, then curves back in the other direction. The line ends with a little bunch of five faint stars just a little above Lyra. This straggling string of stars comprises Draco, the celestional dragon. TO tt tt HE five constellations just named are known aa the circumpolar constellations. They are so called because they surround the North Star. Because of their nearness to the celestial north pole, they never dip below the horizon. They are visible every clear night of the year. Let us return once more to the Big Dipper. This time follow the curve of the handle of the dipper as it swings around tow/ It will bring you to a bright star ab <j the dipper and the horizon. T? _ccurus, brightest star in the constellation of jtes. Arcturus, you will remember, is the star .use light was used last summer to turn on the lights of Chicago's A Century of Progress fair. Next continue the curve which led from the dipper to Arcturus. It will swing around toward the southwest. Just before it reaches the horizon, it will bring your gaze to another bright star. This is Spica. brightest star in the constellation of Virgo or the Virgin. Just a little above Spica. this month, and brighter than any star in the heavens, is the planet Jupiter. Once more return to the Big Dipper and start again with the pointers. Only this time, instead of drawing a line north to the North Star, draw the lino to the south. Midway between the dipper and tho southern horizon, and Just a Uttle off the line, you will find a bright star. This is Regulus, brightest Star of the constellation of Leo. u - - i *—

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