Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 28, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 June 1934 — Page 13

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GARY, Ind., June 13.—Upon th% doorstep of Chicago sprawls the steel industry of the middle west. Gary is across the state line, but less than thirty miles away from the metropolis. From all the little towns of the Indiana plain rise the spires of the industry, the tall stark chimneys which serve as lungs to the furnaces. Steel is not a business which embellishes the landscape. Gary probably represents the very latest in manufacturing development, but the town which the corporation has set up upon the sand dunes of the lake front is hideous in its grime and squalor. The furnaces are no doubt models of their kind, but not the houses which seem some sort of slag byproduct of the plant. As I drove back toward Chicago a big thunderstorm was creeping up across the lake and the

clouds were purple and ominous and full of wrath. A dead calm gave promise of the gale to come. And so it is with the strike which edges on toward Gary, Indiana Harbor and East Chicago. If the men go out Gary will find itself in the grip of what might as w'ell be a general strike, for here it is all steel. The town lives and dies and breathes by steel and steel alone. a a a Preparations Are Made IF gas is thrown at picket lines along this front I doubt if it is likely to prove

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effective for in this whole territory for miles about each living being swallows his peck of din before the sun goes down. Even more than in Toledo a walkout here will take on the aspects of war. Almost it seems as if the original architect of the Gary plant had a citadel in minds for the works constitute a fortress hard to take in any frontal attack. Though the steel mills cover vast acreage and have an outer circumference of many miles the works only can be approached by three main arteries each one of which comes to a separate bridgehead across a narrow stream. High walls surround the property and its rear is protected by the broad expanse of Lake Michigan. Flood lights have been set up at the top of the walls to prevent any surprise attack. Cots which did service in the siege of 1919 are being put in place and vast quantities of provisions have been shipped into the plant. It is quite evident that the steel barons mean to continue operations even though the strike is called. My taxi driver told me that a friend of his had been unable to get a. room in any hotel or boarding house for miles around and he interpreted this to mean that the various steel companies already had assured themselves of a sufficient quantity of labor. ■a a a Cheap Labor on Hand HOWEVER, there is always a large reserve supply in Gary itself. Back in the 1919 strike the United States Steel Company brought many Negroes into Gary. Most of them have remained. Many still work in the plant, but thousands of them are unemployed. The Negro section of the city is perhaps the most appalling of all the housing horrors. In more recent times a good many Mexicans were brought to the plant. Some of them have been sent home but there is still a residium of cheap labor which can be tapped. Just how far organization has gone is anybody’s guess. The strike leaders naturally set a much higher figure as to their effectives than the company spokesmen are willing to admit. The actuality as far as a casual visitor has any right to hazard an opinion is that the skilled workers are well knit, the unskilled much less organized. But whether 30 or 90 per cent of the men go out in the event of a strike, the scene definitely is set for violence and bloodshed. Already the company has a militant attitude toward the stranger within the gates. I was watching the men come out from a plant off an afternoon shift and I hardly had stood there a minute when a guard came up to inform me that I was on company property and that no loitering was permitted. a a a Bitter Tactics May Come AS a matter of fact both sides are suspicious and sullen in their attitude toward the transient. I tried to get some information about the situation from workers in several bars and lunch rooms, but they all gave me short and evasive answers. Undoubtedly they have reason to fear the blacklist and the labor spy. In saying that everything points to violence if a struggle comes I have no intention of suggesting that the so-called “outside agitator” plays any important role in this territory. It is an American fallacy, to assume that violence always indicates leftwing activity. An A. F. of L. struggle can be, and often is, just as violent as any other. Toledo, for instance, had practically no Communist admixture and yet there was no lack of bitter tactics. It must be remembered that the strike in itself is not a radical weapon at all. Certainly it has its place in our American tradition. I have no love for violence, but I certainly have received enough education recently to know that it is by no means even the first cousin of radical philosophy. The American worker always gets rough when he sees another man taking his job. He always has and by now I am convinced that he always will. (Copvncht, 1934, by The Times)

Your Health BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN

THE inflammatory condition of the skin which causes the face to become covered with pimples, but which also may affect neck, shoulders, back and chest, is known scientifically as acne. Specialists in diseases of the skin describe various types of acne according to size and shape of the the pimples. Usually these pimples are associated with an infection of the skin by germs of various types, including not only the germs which are supposed to be specific for acne, but also the usual pus-forming germs called staphylococci. These conditions usually come on in youth and may be associated to some extent also with the functioning of various glands. There are certain diseases in which pimples are likely to occur, particularly diseases of the digestion. Sometimes the taking of drugs like bromides and iodides will increase the number of pimples. nun THE best way to prevent pimples is, of course, to observe absolute cleanliness about the skin. Blackheads should be squeeze 4 out under careful conditions. The face should be washed thoroughly with hot water. The skin may be soaked in hot boric acid solution containing about three heaping tablespoonfuls of powdered boric acid to three quarts of hot water. The face may be soaked for ten to fifteen minutes with towels wrung out in a hot solution of this type. This will remove the grease and loose skin from the face, as well as the material from the pimples and blackheads. # u AFTER this heating process, the blackheads may be squeezed out properly with a special blackhead extractor. Then the skin may be treated with successive sponges of cold water to contract the pores and the dilated blood vessels. Specialists in diseases of the skin provide various ointments, salves, and pastes for irritated and infected skin. It is also possible in the more severe cases to bring about good results by use of the X-ray. With all this, the general hygiene of the body may be improved and the constipation and indigestion should be overcome, by suitable diets. There should be plenty of outdoor exercise and fresh air.

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HOOSIERS BEST ALIBI ARTISTS

Home-Town Boys Make Most Traffic Mistakes , Excuses

BY GRENVILLE MOTT Times Staff Writer VISITORS break traffic rules less often than local drivers and Hoosiers are the world’s foremost alibi artists. That is the verdict of Indianapolis traffic police after years of suffering, despair and silently muttering, “Will they never learn?” One corner cop explained to the perspiring reporter: “Indianapolis people think they know what’s what so well that it would be impossible for them to make a mistake, so they gaze at beauteous gals or sit and dream about what would have happened on the seventeenth if they had used a spoon instead of a four iron. “In the meantime, traffic moves and stops and moves again, and citizens get pinched for making left turns where left turns were never supposed to be made. “You know,” continued the officer, “the other afternoon I used my midiron and if it hadn’t been for a slight slice—” “Yeah,” interrupted the still perspiring, but now enthusiastic reporter, “well, let me tell you something. Sunday on the eighth green I had a sixty-five-foot putt—, but, this is supposed to be a traffic survey. Tell me the worst recent achievement of a local driver on this corner.” The policeman came back from thoughts of singing brassies with an unhappy start. "There was a guy, yesterday.” he said, “who didn't know you couldn’t make a left turn here, so he made one and ran smack into that sign out there that says ’No Left Turn,’ and knocked it down. Beat that if

you can.” The reporter said he couldn’t. “Os course,” continued the policeman, “visitors don’t make mistakes like that. They are alert and careful because they know they don’t know the rules. It takes a local boy or girl to drive around Monument circle the wrong way.” Still another officer told the reporter a story of divorce and shattered homes. “Last year,” he said, “I saw a man parked double in front of Wasson’s, so I told him to move along. In live minutes he was back again, so I shooed him again. After this had happened a half dozen times, I decided it was hopeless and pinched the guy. “He was very nice about it, just discouraged. I later learned that his wife had told him she would be in there not more than thirty seconds. Actually she was gone forty-five minutes. When he got her home, he told her he wouldn’t let any woman make such a fool of him and socked her on the nose. “Now they aren’t married anymore,” he concluded sadly. “Women can dish it out all right, but they can’t take it.” a a a THE reporter moved on to the next corner. “You would be amazed.” said the ever-watchful patrolman, “at the fast ones they try to pull on us. They park double, leave their hoods open, lay a wrench on the running board and go inside about

■Th e DAILY WASHINGTON MERRY-GO-ROUND By Drew Pearson and Robert S. Allen

This is the last of three articles o n the agricultural adjustment administration, based partly on the observations of a Merry-Go-Round reporter who obtained a clerical job in the organisation. a a a WASHINGTON, June 13.—Probably there is no sleepier, sloppier part of the new deal than the clerical force of the AAA charged with mailing millions of crop checks to farmers. It would be unfair, however, to judge the AAA on this alone. Whatever may be the immediate fate of the Triple A. it will be earmarked by history as the boldest experiment of recent conducted by some cf the most fearless men ever to sit in Washington. And while the policies of Henry Wallace and Rex Tugwell may suffer the set-backs of drought, political carpet-bagging and lack of human co-operation, the chances are that in the end their long-range plans will succeed. To his huge clerical staff, Henry Wallace is the most unpopular man in the world. They dislike him, first, because he is a Republican. With a Democrat in the agriculture chair, they say, job-hunting would be easy. They dislike him, second, because he has come to be a sort of intellectual myth. They don’t know him, but they distrust him. a a a a a a \ CTUALLY Wallace has in his organization one of the weirdest personal mixtures imaginable. Immediately around him- are such hard-working idealists as Jerome Frank, Fred Howe, Mordedai Ezekial, Paul Appleby and a score of others. Thrown into his organization at the same time are some of the political riff-raff of the Democratic party, people who could not get jobs any place else, and who considerably reduce the efficiency of Wallace’s work.

In the higher bracket appointments. Henry now has an understanding with Jim Farley. That czar of Democratic patronage has agreed to let the AAA employ the experts and chief executives it wants, giving the postmaster-gen-eral a free hand with the smalltime jobs. Before this was worked out. dissension between Farley and the AAA brain trust was pretty bitter. “We’ve got to get young lawyers who are willing to fight for a cause.” Jerome Frank, head of the AAA legal division, told the post-master-general. “They will have to buck some of the biggest firms in the country and some of the ablest lawyers. And since we can’t afford to pay them anything, we will have to get men who will work only for ’ideals’.” At first Jim Farley thought he was crazy. And Jerome Frank thought the same of Jim. Now the AAA picks its own experts, but goes through the process of having them OK’d through Farley's office later. “The plan works.” says Frank. “It takes a little more time, but Jim in scrupulous in trying to send us good men. And if we don’t like them, he takes them back.” a a a THE gravest defect of the AAA is in a completely different field—its failure to build up contacts with the farmers. Hitherto every administration—whether Democratic or Republican—has depended for contact with the farmers upon their lobbying organizations in Washington. It was men like Charles Holman of the national board of farm organizations, Charles Brand of the National Fertilizer Association, and George Peek, formerly of the Moline Plow Company, who acted as go-betweens for the government and the farmer. But these men, it now turns out, were not in contact so much with the farmers as with the big processors—the meat packers, the grain men, the tobacco manufacturers, the milk distributers. And these, at times, represent anything but the farmers’ point of view. So the AAA has found its contact with the farmery circuitious

their business. The idea is to make us think they have engine trouble and have to stay there.” “Another popular gag,” he continued, “is to leave the children in a car parked double. Their kids are trained to howl at the sight of the police, and the parents think that will keep us away. It did for a while, too,” he added, “but now: we wait until the driver comes out and arrest him for that one.” he said more complacently. “Some others they pull,” said the policeman, warming to the tale as his indignation rose . “Let it go,” said the reporter, as he started off to the next corner. “This is supposed to be a city-wide survey and I’m hot.” “Anew policeman, anew story,” thought the reporter optimistically. “If,” began the latest traffic officer, “they only wouldn’t run out on the street car tracks and then sit there waiting to make a left turn, blocking all traffic in both directions—” “Okeh, okeh,” said the reporter hastily, “time Is money to me and I have that one. Don't you know anything new?” “Well,” said the cop in hushed and reverent tones, “there’s the Depression Special.” a a a “TTUH?” gasped the reporter, II grabbing for his pencil, “tell me about the Depression Special. “That’s when I have pinched a guy for parking violation,” said the patrolman. “When he comes

and full of static. Its biggest job now is getting down to land. This is what Henry Wallace is trying to do on his present swing around the country. And for a cabinet member he is doing a remarkable thing. He is discarding canned speeches, carefully prepared in advance, and really talking to the people. Furthermore, he is not mincing words. What he is saying is that the farmer faces just two alternatives: Either making a success of the principles with which the AAA is struggling, or else accepting the fate of European countries—dictatorship. a a a TN addition to his many other interests Secretary of Agriculture Wallace has a genuine regard for the Indians, believes in giving the Red man a square deal. While on his present trip he visited the Navajo Indian reservation and found it desperate for water. Only the drilling of six wells immediately, he found, could save the Navajos from disaster and drought. So he sent a telegram to the Indian bureau of the interior department, Washington, D. C., making specific reservations to this end. He signed the wire: “H. A. Wallace.” Received in Washington, officials of the Indian bureau looked puzzled. “Have we a field worker named ‘H. A. Wallace’?” they asked. There was no one so registered. So they searched the interior department, finally took the name up to Secretary Ickes’ office. It was only then that someone remembered that “H. A. Wallace” was the Secretary of Agriculture. (Copyriuht. 1934. by United Feature Syndicate, Inc.) HUNT COUNTERFEITERS Police Charge Pair With Attempt to Pass Fake Bill. A state-wide search for a man and a woman driving a small coupe was launched yesterday afternoon by city police and federal agents after the couple attempted to pass a counterfeit $lO bill in the Oburn drug store, 2801 East Michigan street. The car is said to have carried Florida license plates,

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“No you don’t, lady. Not in our fair city,” says traffic cop Ernest Haught to Mrs. Hal Harris, who had been thinking* of making a left turn at Meridian and Washington streets. Mrs. Harris obviously is respectful but not very frightened.

out he tries to fix it by telling me that he is out of work for two or more years, and last night his friend Pete Jones, tells him that some company is taking on a lot of new men. So he dashes down here bright and early and is so excited he doesn’t think about where he is parking. “When he is in line waiting to see the boss he remembers that he may be pinched, but he is afraid to leave his place in line because then he may not get the job. About the first hundred times that brought tears to these old eyes, until I realized it was the same guys who were repeating this story to me.” The reporter thanked the officer and departed. A vision had come to him, a vision of a cool office with blinds, and ice water and wicker chairs and electric fans and genial traffic police Cap-

WABASH ALUMMI WILL MEET ON SATURDAY Golf Tournament Among Features of Annual Frolic. A golf tournament, tennis, swimming and a dinner have been planned as entertainment for the annual frolic of Wabash College alumni and guests Saturday at the Woodstock Club. The program is in charge of Harry Wade, president of the Indianapolis Wabash Alumni Association. Assisting Mr. Wade are Paul Mathews, Volney Brown, Paul Payne, Marcus Warrender, G. Vance Smith and Dr. J. Jerome Littell. MECHANICS TO GATHER 500 to Be Initiated Saturday at Convention Here. A feature of the Junior Order, United American Mechanics’ Eighth district convention Saturday in the Lincoln will be the initiation of a class of 500. The ceremony will be in honor of the organization’s national orphans’ home in Tiffin, O. Approximately 5,000 persons are expected to attend the convention and a picnic in Garfield park Sunday. KIWANIS BACKS CODES 'a Business Men Urged to Sign Fair Practice Petitions. By United Press TORONTO. Ont.. June 13.—International Kiwanians were urged today to obtain the signatures of “every business man” to a petition agreeing to a code of fair business practice.

SIDE GLANCES

“I never feel comfortable when I leave him home with mv mother,”

tain Lewis Johnson seated smiling at a desk. “And I,” thought the reporter, “have braved death or, at least heat prostration, when the story is right there.” “Hi, captain,” said the reporter, “I am engaged in making a survey of traffic conditions in Indianapolis. How about some red hot dope.” “Well” said the captain, pointing to Lieutenant Eugene Shine, who was seated in a nearby chair, “neither Lieutenant Shine nor I have heard anew alibi since the third Thursday come Whitsuntide seven years ago. And that is what our life is. We bounce from alibi to alibi. Every arrest is a special case, according to the defendant. It is inconceivable that he could have made such a mistake. Just then the phone rang. “All right,” said the captain into

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

IN the matter of the Tugwell hearing the prize for downright horse sense should be awarded to “the Republican senators who did not attend it. A simple-minded citizen would have expected to see them there in force and prepared to demonstrate by ruthless cross-examina-tion that Mr. Tugwell is the omniscient and omnipotent revolutionary leader they have taught so many good people to think he is.

But, apart from Senator Norris, who does not count as a Republican, there were no Republican senators on hand to prove to the American public what a menace there is in their midst. The great opportunity to confront him, vivisect him. and destroy him has come and gone, and not a real Republican was present. Some of them, it may be, were too busy preparing their speeches attacking him. Others may have said to themselves that by leaving the inquisition to Democrats they would profit by any damage inflicted, and then cculd go on talking about the revolutionary plot on the assumption that mere Democrats like Smith, Byrd and Bailey would not or could not expose it. By staying away they have salvaged some part at least of a campaign issue. But to the sincere people who really believe that there is a revolutionary conspiracy among the new dealers, it must be disturbing that ho Republican was there to fight the good fight. If. for example, I were Dr. Wirt or someone who shares his views, I should be moved to say to Senator Reed what Henry IX said to Crillon. who did not arrive in time for the battle: “Hang yourself,

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the mouthpiece, “we’ll be right out.” He hung up and turned to Lieutenant Shine. “The- heat’s got another of our boys. He is knocking rocks through windshields with a midiron and screaming, ‘Fore’. Traffic is upset.” a a a THE reporter ran downstairs after the officers, but when he hit the bottom step, they were out of sight, and he adjourned to the nearest gin rickey, which in Indianapolis, the city of all modern conveniences, was nearby. Interesting facts presented in this survey were gleaned from Captain Johnson. Lieutenant Shine, and traffic policemen Audrey Jacobs, William Craven, John Dugan. Joseph Adams, Eddie Dugan and others.

brave Crillon. We fought at Arques and you were not there.” a a a TN THE absence of able inquisitors the examination did not produce any very interesting disclosures. The senators did not know what questions to ask and Mr. Tugwell had quite evidently decided to treat the whole thing as a political affair. I do not blame him. A noisy hearing is no place to expound the history of one’s opinions with any hope of being understood. Had the examination brought out the truth about Mr. Tugwell's views, the resuit would have been humanly interesting, but politically unimportant. There is in the first place no brain trust as popularly conceived. There are in Washington somewhere between fifty and seventy-five young and middleaged academically trained men who in England would rank as upper civil servants. They have no common philosophy. They are not an organized group. But they represent something new in American politics, something which is probably permanent; that is to say, men who are professionally trained in the field of political economy. We have become accustomed to academicaily trained men in the scientific bureaus and, of course, in the legal departments. But professional economists are an innovation here, though Theodore Roosevelt used them continually in his Bull Moose days, and they are so common as to pass unnoticed in England, France, Germany or any other country with an established civil service. I seem to have wandered quite a bit from the Tugwell problem but unless there is a brain trust in the popular sense and unless it has the power sometimes ascribed to it and unless Mr. Tugwell is the leader of it, the history of his opinions is of no great public interest. a a. a HOWEVER, a vast amount of terest in them has been created. Now my own view is that while Mr. Tugwell’s answers on the witness stand were correct enough, they would in a more sympathetic atmosphere have been somewhat different. I think he would have said that while he has never been a Communist or a Socialist who believed in the doctrine of the class struggle, he was until rather recently what used to be called a Fabian Socialist; that is to say, a believer in the conduct of the vital business of the nation as public services. He would then have gone on to say, I think, that experience in public affairs has caused him to see difficulties that he had not realized before and that his service under President Roosevelt has made him interested in half a loaf of real bread rather than in the whole loaf of theoretical bread. (Oopyrighti 1934.) j

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Fdir Enough NMH YORK, June 13.—Dissatisfaction is rifo over the physical condition and mental attitude of Max (Cuddles) Baer, the California prize fighter and male beauty who will encounter Primo Camera, the heavyweight champion of the world, tomorrow night. Mr. Baer is finding it very hard to please the public. He has avoided all the faults which the citizens complained of in Jack Dempsey, Gene Tunney and Jack Shar-

key and &ili he is not entirely admired. Os Mr. Dempsey, when he was champion, it was said that he hit too hard in his practice bouts with the unfortunate lumps who were hired at modest wages to serve as targets. He murdered them, as the profession said, when considerably less than murder would have sufficed. Max (Cuddles) Baer has avoided this error. On the contrary, he has permitted his assistants to murder him and his reward for this has been harsh

criticism which holds that any one who can not lick his sparring partners should not be allowed to fight for that, honor which is referred to in the banquet orations as the highest bauble in fistiana’s realm. a a a TJ anted—Mischievous Boy MR. TUNNEY, when he had succeeded Dempsey, brought to the position of heavyweight champion a personal dignity, not to sav hauteur, which was condemned as stuffy and bad for the business. He liked to snuggle up with a good book, without any illustrations in it, and eat an apple by the light of a pine-knot fire and a student lamp at night. Socially, he ran with a set rather than a crowd, mob or gang and he would not pose for photographs in attitudes which he considered misleading or, in a favorite word of his own, fallacious. Mr. Tunney was unsatisfactory, too. The sort of champion the prize fight industry needed was a miscnievous boy with the light of laughter in his eyes and a song on his lips. ~ J Baer has brought to the profession none of the habits or traits which were so offensive in Mr. Tunney. Not at all adverse to snuggling, Mr. Baer does not regard a book, with or without pictures in it, as a lit opponent in this maneuver. He has no digmty worth resenting and he sings in night clubs and on the radio. Yet Mr. Baer is condemned as frivolous and unworthy of an opportunity which he seems unable to appreciate. The trouble with Sharkey was that he was mercenary and domestic. He fought strictly for revenue. He vowed that he never would stay in there and take a dangerous beating out of pride and consideration for the customers and, between productions, he was a family man who could not be lured from the company of his wife and kiddies and the occupations of his flower garden. He was especially fond of petunias. a a a Baer’s Not Mercenary TV/TR. BAER is not mercenary. He has sold shares ' iTJ \ of himself to the extent of 65 per cent of his earnings. He is not offensively intellectual, for he explained once that he sold that 65 per cent of himself under the impression that there was 1.000 per cent in a whole. He had been reading the baseball percentage tables and thought he still had 935 per cent of himself left when a friend with a smart head for figures explained all. He was bothered once by a proposition involving 27 > 2 per cent, demanding that it be reduced to 25 per cent, not because that was less, but because 25 per cent was an even one-fourth. He could visualize one-fourth, remembering the problem he had seen demonstrated by the teacher in school. The teacher had cut an apple in four parts and each section was 25 per cent. She had never cut any 27 per cent sections. He is not domestic, either, preferring the pleasures of the floor show to the quiet peace of the fireside and he can buy better flowers at the store than Sharkey could raise by hand. Mr. Baer, altogether, combines all the qualifications which were asked for in a heavyweight champion of the world when press and public were objecting to Dempsey, Tunney Sharkey, and still he hears protests. He would aE the efficiency and the dumb solemnity which stified the charm out of the heavyweight championship for years and restore in the palace of the champion the lilt of rowdy laughter, the aroma of the old saloon and the sawdust which properly belongs on the floor. (Copyright. 1934, by United Feature Syndicate. Inc.) /

Today's Science BY DIETZ

EVIDENCE that the Bahama Islands may once upon a time have been a peninsula jutting out into the Atlantic from the coast of Florida has been brought back by a joint expedition of Harvard and Yale scientists. If you will refresh your memory of the geography of this region by a glance at the map, you will notice that the Bahamas form an archipelago, extending along a line from Florida on the northwest to Haiti on the southeast. To the south of the archipelago lies Cuba; to the north, the open Atlantic. The Bahamas have never been charted with complete thoroughness. It is estimated that they contain twenty-nine islands, 661 keys, and 2,387 rocks. Best known of the islands is the familiar winter resort, Nassau. Columbus landed upon one of the Bahamas and called it “San Salvador.” Geographers have been arguing ever since on which of the islands he really landed. The Bahamas legislature in 1926 decided officially that Watling Island was the “San Salvador” of Columbus. The Harvard-Yale scientists visited forty of the less known and extremely inaccessible islands of the Bahamas and other West Indian islands. A number of them were islands which had never before been visited by scientists. a a a THE Harvard-Yale expedition made the cruise this spring on the yacht Utowana, owned by Allison V. Armour. One of the interesting accomplishments of the expedition was a visit at Atwood Key. “We heard some years ago from Dr. C. S. Dolley of Nassau that he had passed the Atwood Key during an unusually calm time while cruising on the small sailboat used by the bishop of the Bahama Islands for his pastoral visits and that on this island they had found some small rodents resembling guinea pigs,” Dr. Thomas Barbour says. “The party succeeded in catching some of the rodents but they were subsequently lost when a storm came up. during which the bishop was shipwrecked on Mariguana Island. “Now no indigenous rodents still exist in the Bahamas, except for a colony on one tiny, uninhabited islet known as East Plana Key. We had collected them there. a a a “TT'OR years we have been trying to get to Atwood -T Key,” Dr. Barbour continues. “This year, Mr. Greenway got a small sail boat at Crooked Island and beat upwind to Atwood Key fifty miles against a terrific headwind. “The boat was small enough to get throught the barrier reef and he landed on both Atwood Key and Black Booby Key. He found a few lizards and a few land shells, all evidently unknown species, but no sign of the rodents. “From the evidence of devastation and the enormous rocks thrown high on the islet by some tremendous seas quite recently it may be assumed that the great hurricane of October, 1928. was the cause of the disappearance of these rodents.”

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