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It Seems to Me IfflOD BROUN TN the country of the blind the one-eyed man Is *■ king. He fares leas well in the city of New York. I trust that my portrayal of Cyclops may be but a temporary thing. Some bit of boulder, brick or iron rivet lodged In one eye and left a trail behind it. I have been viewing the world first through a patch and then dark glasses. Never before had I realized the terror which must come at first to sightless folk within our borders. “Close both eyes whenever you can and let them rest," the doctor advised. This I

tried in taxicabs and found it somewhat beyond my strength of character. With the world shut out. each honk or hurrying wheel seems to be bearing down on you directly. The traffic of a busy day along Broadway is a fearsome thing even when you see it and if you merely attempt to sound-range the conflicting cars the sense of chaos becomes insufferable. There is perhaps a certan ironical retribution when a columnist has trouble with his eyes. I have written many bad columns with perfect vision. The prospect of trying to see life whole from under a

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patch has been discouraging. The best newspaper story of a generation broke while I still was being abjured to take life and letters as easily as possible. Accordingly. I have not been aale to comment much on our most sensational steamship disaster or the most famous of our criminal cases. The headlines were all I could manage. And the reader who lives in headline-land must carry with him a most curious and inaccurate concept of existence. a a a Sure It's a Had Example ONLY the other morning my one good eye was smote with large type which said, “Seven Lindbergh Notes Given to the Nazis." Now I quite naturally interpreted this slogan as meaning that certain of the ransom money had been sent to Germany as contribution to the Hitler cause. But when I had read to me the smaller type it turned out to say nothing more than that some of the marked bills had been picked up among the beer halls of Yorkville. To be blunt, a meaningless circumstance had been built up into big letters in order to make a headliner’s holiday. The example I picked is a gross one. But unfortunately the same rule holds true in very many newspapers. The label is greater than the contents. I used to be a copy reader once myself and a very inefficient one. I can understand the urge of everybody on a desk to cry his wares a little more loudly than the situation warrants. Indeed, it is unfair to ascribe this tendency to the individual reader. The whole trend 6f modem journalistic practice is reflected in the attempt to sell papers by the brave display of stalwart and significant black type. The war moved headlines into the higher brackets. The reader came to feel that anything less than an eight-column streamer hardly was worth his attention. Deflation hit practically everything but headline type. I would like to see our papers go back to the golden standard of making the tale and the title hitch up in all particulars. And so I will be glad to have both eyes returned to me so that I may adventure into the dark continence of agate. I am particularly anxious for restoration since the man with a patch gets very little sympathy. It is assumed first of all that he has been in a fight and people wait with skeptic eagerness to hear me spring something about a doorknob and the dark. nan Heytcood’s for Running Stories ONE consolation and one alone remains with me. I feel that the two-eyed folk read an enormous amount of current reports which turn out to be inaccurate. They are under the compulsion of giving up much which they have found to be not worthy of assimilation. One eye reduces me to a starvation diet of reading. I miss a great deal which is going on, but also I avoid a great deal tnat isn't going on but merely appears in the current headlines. I want to hear of the damage caused by the fire long before It's under control. I like running stories of baseball games and polo matches. I even would like to see nmning dramatic reviews to be written hot while the show was still on. After all. didn’t somebody say that there was truth or knowledge or something or other in the running brooks? But every paper ought to have a department in which there should appear nothing but five star final announcements. Under strict definition there never are very many “facts." But I suppose some few things can be identified as authentic beyond argument. These are the happenings which are washed up. signed, sealed and delivered, and with just one eye I could handle those and let the rest of the news go its way into rumor, denial and retraction. (Copyright. 1934. by The Times!

Today s Science

BY UAVID DIETZ

NOW that unusually heavy fall rains seem to have brought the drought to a definite end, the time is opportune to summarize the statistics for the period. v. Never before in the history of the United States weather bureau has so little rain fallen over so wide a territory throughout the entire growing season as this year. In addition, record-breaking heat made conditions worse. J. B. Kmcer. chief of the division of climate and crop weather of the United States weather bureau, points out that other years, notably 1894-95, 1901, 1910, 1914 and 1930, were extremely dry in many sections, but no year since the bureau, seventy years ago. started recording daily rainfall, has been so generally deficient in rainfall in April, May, June and July, as the present. The present situation was aggravated by the fact that m the past, dry years have been preceded by years of adequate rainfall. But many of the sections affected by this year's drought were also deficient in rainfall during the last three or four years. M M M MINNESOTA, the Dakotas, and most of the I northwest, had been exceedingly dry for several years before 1933. The moisture shortage from June' 1933, to the end of July. 1934. was 17.71 inches in Missouri. This was a shortage of 2,000 tons of water for every acre of land in the state. The moisture shortage during the same period was 15.09 inches in Indiana. 13.14 inches in lowa, 12 89 inches in Ohio, 11.29 inches in Nebraska, and 9 93 inches in North Dakota. Only a few sections of the country reported rainfall above normal from January’ through August this year. They were: Flonda, 126 per cent: New England. 104; North Carolina, 105. and Virginia. 101. Four other states came close to normal for the period. They were Alabama. 99 per cent; South Carolina. 97; Maryland, 96. and Delaware, 96. Scanty snowfall in the western mountains last winter added to • the ravages of the drought this sprmg and summer by cutting down the irrigation water supply. The seasonal snowfall in California was less than half bf normal last winter. Mr. Kincer says. In Colorado it was just about half normal, a m m NOTHING remotely approaching the summer's combination of extremely high temperatures and drought is to be found in the annals of the west her bureau, Mr. Kincer says. There Is r.o reason, however, he says, for worrying about next year's crops. The heat and drought of the past summer need not necessarily crops m 1935. Good autumn rams and heiCVy winter snows could restore the sell moisture needed for new aeecirgs both this fall and next spring. Reports so far indicate that rainfall during the first weeks of September was greater than for the period last year in the great western grain area. Low temperature* in this ara during September have also aided in keeping down the rate of evaporation. Asa result, the water has begun to •oak down into the depleted soil.

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Shrewd Judgment Is Foremost in Hitch-Hikers Bag of Tricks

Strikingly revealed in the erticle below i* the psychology of the feminine wanderer. ThU la the third of aix nkuaaal true atoriea of the road written for The Time* and SEA Service by a girl who herself became a/hitoh-hiker In order to study this phenomenon of the timea. a a a BY MISS LESLIE SHAW Written for SEA Seretee % I MET Marion at one of the smartest Florida resorts, where I had gone in search of a Job as an emergency relief worker. She had come there first of all for the races and the swimming and to get a job as a side issue. In a few days we both found ourselves Jobless and broke so it was natural that we met at the government home for stranded women. I had tried every possible resource before I went there, for I was determined not to get in touch with my family. I had tried for a job as governess, as child’s nurse, and at last even as mother’s helper. Always I was told that local references were necessary, and that a college degree wasn’t important. Marion thought this was just funny. ‘‘Who wants to bother with somebody else’s kids, anyway?” she demanded. With all her good looks and charm—she was a black-haired FrenchSpanish girl from New Orleans—Marion had no luck to brag of in holding her various jobs as waitress. She just couldn’t take her work seriously, and spent half her time wisecracking with customers. She made good tips so long as the boss let her work, but that was seldom long. She was restless, eager to be on the high road again, having spent the last few months traveling back and forth to California.

“This is a swell place,” she said, referring to the federal home which stood by the edge of a green-violet bay surrounded by cocoanut palms. “But they’ve got too many rules. I check with them that rules are rules, but they’re not for me.” She had a sudden inspiration. “Come on, let’s hitch it up to Washington! That’s where all this government money is being dished out. Ever hear of the White House?” “All I know about it is what I read in the papers,” I mocked. ‘But they never heard about me. Still, there should be some good chances there. I’ll go.” a an FOR Marion it was just one more jaunt, but it was a big day for me when I made that decision. It was my first long hop without money. One morning, having packed and stored all my clothes, except a handful, at the Y. W. I. stood at the door of Marion’s room We slipped out quietly I had exactly 5 cents in the world. Marion had something over a dollar. “Now listen,” she said. “We’ll buy ourselves coffee. But after this, we’re paying for no meals. It’s all on the house,” her white teeth gleamed as she laughed. “You make them feed you, too?” I asked incredulously. “They feed me. No questions or favors asked. She was as good as her word. There was something about Marion’s walk alone that was com-

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DAILY WASHINGTON MERRY-GO-ROUND

■By Drew Pearson and Robert S. Allen —

WASHINGTON, Sept. 26.—1f that chaotic chimera called the NRA ever regains any semblance of order and inspiration it will take a modem Messiah to bring it about. As General Johnson basked in the sun at Bethany Beach and as President Roosevelt watched the international yacht races at Newport, the NRA floundered to its lowest depths of frustration. The effect on business and on business confidence has been serious. Code authorities, unable to obtain action, confronted with vacillating policies, have become irate and disgusted. A recent survey showed sixty-five of them were on the verge of quitting unless some semblance of leadership appeared in the NRA.

Should they abandon their codes, probably no salvaging crew ever could restore them to smooth operation. One of the great tragedies of NRA is the gradual dropping out of the outstanding figures who worked hardest to put it across. One by one men like Walter C. Teagle of Standard Oil and Gerard Swope of General Electric have faded out of the picture. Among the most powerful business potentates in the country, even labor leaders, praised their fairness as NRA executives. a a a BUT one by one they dropped out, and although there were many and various reasons, one reason—absurd on the surface, but actually most important—w’as the Johnson-Little Robby combination. Seeking admission to see Johnson on an extremely important question of policy they would encounter pert Miss Robinson, administrative assistant to the administrator. ‘ What do you want to see the general about?” was her continual query. And to this young person, the highest moguls of the business world would have to tell their stories. The real NRA problem facing Roosevelt is to persuade some of these early pioneers to return. Their personalities, enthusiasm and administrative genius, if it came from enough of them, might resuscitate the sadly deflated Blue Eagle. a a a EARNEST, hard-working George Mathews, securities exchange commissioner, is stumped. Stock brokers and traders have a technical lingo all of their own. It is a weird jargon that to the uninitiated is an unintelligible as Greek. The other day the SEC, in preparation for promulgation of regulations covering trading practices, was interrogating a group of New York Stock Exchange • specialists." Replies of the witnesses were heavily interlarded with their professional vernacular. Mathews had been silent through several hours of the questioning. Finally, chairman Joe Kennedy turned to him, said: “Commissioner, is there anything you care to ask?” "Yes, there is, Mr. Chairman.” Mathews said. “But I don’t know how to ask it.” • am BEING "insulted” is getting to be an old story with Secretary Harold Ickes. A friend was discussing with him the other day his arthrous

pelling; you could spot her half a mile ahead on a road. Her vitality drew people and thinys to her. Os course, there is no doubt that she was one out of a thousand girls, combining looks with level headed judgment of people and ability to control them to her own ends. We were on a boulevard leading out of town, having had our coffee. She looked over her shoulder. "A car’s coming, and it’s going to stop.” eon IT stopped, and a man in ft chauffeur’s uniform tipped his hat. “Glad for a ride," Marion told him. “We’re walking to the north pole before breakfast just for exercise." He smiled. Marion guided the conversation. It turned out that this was his own car, which he used for sight-seeing tours and that he was on his way to Jacksonville. Within an hour we were also on our way to Jacksonville, having first been given breakfast. That night we slept in the car, parked near a tourist’s rest, while the driver took a cabin, and incidentally took his keys with him. He left us the next day in Jacksonville near the Y. W., having first given us breakfast, and having thanked us for the pleasure of our company. “You must admit I know how to pick ’em,” Marion said. “And now we’re going to let you pick one. I’m training you, remember.” “Stick with me, and you’ll save

career as public works administrator. “I suppose you have to stand for a lot of abuse from disgruntled applicants,” the friend remarked. “Yes,” Ickes replied reflectively. “I would say that I am probably the most insulted man in the world. I started off being insulted by states, then by congressional districts. Now it’s gotten to where I am being insulted by municipalities.” a a a A STEADY stream of staunch Republicans has been pouring into Henry P. Fletcher’s headquarters of the Republican national committee. The immacu-lately-attired new chairman sees every one, in fact goes out of his way to look up some prominent party leaders, bring them around for an "idea” chat. However, two Republican war horses of a quarter of a century of activity have been absent. Neither have they dropped in or been sought out by Fletcher. They are the recent Vice-President of the United States, Charles Curtis, and the recent Republican senator from Indiana, big Jim Watson. Although no explanation is offered either by them or by Fletcher, their absence has been so marked that it is becoming painful. (Copyright. 1934. bv United Feature Syndicate, Inc.)

YOUTHFUL SCIENTIST AGAIN SUCCESSFUL IN REVIVING DEAD DOG

By United Press BERKELEY. Cal., Sept. 26. Lazarus IV. dim-witted mongrel terrier revived from death in a scientific experiment, barked jealously today at Lazarus V, latest subject of the resuscitation experiments of Dr. Robert Cornish, young Berkeley scientist. Selecting again a mongrel terrier, Dr. Cornish and his assistant put Lazarus V to death last Friday by asphyxiation. Breathing stopped at 6:42 p. m. Heart action and blood circulation ceased twenty-seven minutes later. At 7:12 p. m. the experimenters applied the Cornish resuscitation method and within two minutes heart action was resumed. The dog rallied so quickly that Dr.'Cornish is hopeful it will re : gain all its normal faculties. Until it is proved the brain is not injured by the resuscitation method he is not ready to apply the method in reviving persons killed by drowning, shock or similar accidents.

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money,” she told me when we counted up after lunch and found that we Jiad spent just 15 cents each. a a a ON the second lap of our journey we walked about two miles out of town before I managed to flag down a car with a single passenger. Marion invariably turned down offers if there were two men in a car. “They usually get sentimental or amorous or something when they’re

JR. C. OF C. MEMBER DRIVE MEETING SLATED Final Plans for Campaign to Be Made Monday. Plans for the Indianapolis Junior Chamber of Commerce membership drive, Oct. 17 to Nov. 21, will be completed at a meeting Monday night in the Lincoln. Robert Orbison is chairman of the research committee, replacing Lawrence Wingerter, who is a member of the board of the United States Junior Chamber of Commerce. Mr. Wingerter will attend a national board meeting in Washington Friday and Saturday. PEP SESSION IS SLATED Butler Students to Hold Rally on Friday Night. Butler university students will hold their first pep session of the school year at 8 Friday night, just preceding the Butler-Ball State game. Members of the Blue Key honorary fraternity are sponsoring the event. A huge bonfire will be burned on the west bank of the Butler bowl after which a yell session will be held. Karl Stipher is arrangements chairman for the pep meeting. $43,000 for Engaged Couples By United Press ROME, Sept. 26.—Premier Benito Mussolini has assigned 500,000 lire ($43,300) to aid engaged couples who dre unable to marry because of poverty, it was announced today.

SIDE GLANCES

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paired off two and two,” she philosophized. I chose a sedan driven by a mid-dle-aged man with red jowls who turned out to be a travelling salesman. In half an hour he became overfriendly with me, winking broadly at Marion meanwhile. Marion looked at him with weary disgust. “Drop the anchor. This Is where you lose your cargo.” “Why, don’t you like my driving?” he asked indignantly.

THE NATIONAL ROUNDUP aaa a a a By Ruth Finney

WASHINGTON, Sept. 26.—Bernard Marines Baruch, who once told a friend he liked to think himself as the Disraeli of America, again has become an important factor in national affairs. Early in the Roosevelt administration he was one of the President’s closest advisors. Washington was surprised that he did not receive a cabinet post. It was he who “loaned” Hugh S. Johnson to the President to create NRA. Once in Roosevelt’s absence from town, Raymond Moley told reporters that Mr. Baruch had been brought to Washington to keep an eye on things. That ended Mr. Baruch’s prominence in the capital for some time.

But returning to this country a few weeks ago from a European trip he lost no time in going to Hyde Park for a conference with the President, the old friendship apparently restored. He is being mentioned as one of the men who will reorganize NRA. Mr. Baruch made his first appearance in Washington seventeen years ago. Woodrow Wilson brought him from Wall Street to serve on the council of national defense and later as chairman of the war industries board. Mr. Baruch accompanied President Wilson to the peace conference and became one of the three most powerful men in the capital during Wilson’s illness. He reappeared as a presidential adviser in the Hoover administration, but swung his support to Roosevelt in the 1932 election.

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By George Clark

“It's not your driving I don't like," she retorted. “Well, what I don’t like is being trimmed." he snorted, his jowls becoming redder. “What do you expect for a ride in your 1930 tin buggy? Love and kisses?” Marion turned on her heel, and he sped away in a cloud of rage and gasoline fumes. ana “AT" OU’RE too much of a lady,” A she criticised. “That guy never would have tried to get fresh with me. You’ve got to keep your mind on what you want, and let the other fellow look out for himself, if you want to travel far alone.” “How much do you like it by this time?” Marion asked, as we took the highway for Atlanta. “I feel like the Unknown Hitchhiker,” I said. “All I need is a monument.” “You’ll get over that, and in six months they couldn’t tie you down with iron chains.” But I wasn’t so sure. Os course there was always the thrill of wondering what would happen next. But there was always the absence of a hot bath, of clean clothes, of regular meals that I had unconsciously accepted as the basis of my life. I felt seedy, and I’m sure I began to look it. We soon were discovered by an elderly army officer on his way to his married daughter in Atlanta. Marion promptly launched a Baron Munchausen story. “We’ve slept in the tree tops like Tarzan’s mate. We’ve lived on game and berries and roots we found in the wilds of Jacksonville. We’ve combed our hair with sticks and mended our clothes with pine needles." The old gentleman was diverted and by the time we reached Atlanta had put us up at tourist shelters, had fed us and in telling us good-by, had pressed a dollar bill Into our hands. “I’ve got daughters of my own,” he said. In Atlanta, we again headed for the Y. W., as do many girls on the road. You feel safe and under no obligation for saving had an hour’s rest and a chance to get cleaned and pressed once more. Occasionally, we met girls who asked to join us, but Marion always refused. “No one’s going to pick us up if we look like a girl’s school on field day,” she reasoned. Next: Girl wanderers come to parting of the ways.

period referred to him as a “daring Wall Street speculator and plunger,” a free lance, who regarded industry as he would a roulette wheel or a racing book. Later comments grew laudatory. His work untangling industry’s desperate problems during war and post-war days was praised highly. Mark Sullivan, one of the most severe critics of the present administration, praised Baruch then in high terms, and said “I can’t imagine anything he couldn’t accomplish.” The tall, gray-haired Wall Street man swept through Washington in those days in much the manner his helper, Hugh Johnson, has done in the last yea*. “He pulls the reins out of everyone else’s hands and goes ahead and acts, regardless of authority, money or detail,” said a contemporary writer. But between his methods and Johnson’s there is the widest possible difference.

nun MR. BARUCH moves quietly, poised, and sure of himself. One of his associates says of him “if he had to cut off a head he would be polite about it.” He glories in getting people with diverse interests into the same room and inducing them to co-operate. He does it without letting any of them become angry. He will compromise, or even change his whole plan of action in order to get ahead, get something done. He acts on hunches, intuitions, . yet he keeps a staff of men busy compiling statistical data for use in his private operations. Unlike Johnson, he is no orator. Yet he will philosophize by the hour to his friends. An artist said of Tiim: “He looks like an eagle, replete and now benevolent.” Yet his associates emphasize his personal charm. He has been, for years, a firm believer in industrial self-govern-ment, and in the theory of high wages as a stimulant to business. After the war he rejected the idea that an agency similar to his industries board should continue exercising some control over industry. He is opposed to tariffs high enough to restrict foreign trade. CLUB TO GIVE CONCERT Tech Group to Present Program at Riley HosiptaL The Boys’ Concert Club of Technical high School under ’the direction of J. Russell Paxton was to give a program of semi-sacred music at the annual memorial meeting of the city Parent-Teacher Association this afternoon at Riley hospital.

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Fair Enough WESIMMEt THE farewell appearance of Babe Ruth, series of 1934, has been such an emphatic box office success that the guest of nonor indicates an intention to carry on indefinitely in the baseball business. He • will retire gradually but inevitably and his annua! adieus may be looked forward to as a somewhat movable occasion of the fall season until such time as his withdrawal becomes complete. After the Babe has reached the vanishing point, he may reverse the procedure and begin a series of comebacks, for he is

a resourceful showman who never says “positively.” In fact, in the current series of farewells, Mr. Ruth has not even said so much as “perhaps” and he feels, privately, that his loving friends of the press coop are a little overeager to dribble top-soil through their fingers into a grave of their own impetuous digging and pat him gently on his countenance with a spade. The Babe did not wish to begin his retirements this year and would have preferred to wait at least until the autumn of 1935. But so sentimental are we weepeasies of tire fourth estate

that the journalists instituted, without, his leave, a series of preliminary obsequies entitled'Babe Ruth's farewell as a regular. It is a provisional sort of funeral. a rehearsal toward that five-star sporting final passing of Babe Ruth which will occur at some indefinite and, he hopes, remote time in the future. Not with brawling opposition, you understand, but with tactful and puzzled remonstrance, the Babe has entreated those who love him best to show a decent restraint in their mourning. Mr. Ruth, him- | self, might feel otherwise if his myriad other talents were not mysteriously governed by his prominence as a ball player. If his practice as a writer of more or less belles lettres, as a radio lecturer, and as a professional inspiration to the youth of America were independent of his career in the baseball industry he would be tempted to retire to a contemplative existence right away. nan Just a Cheap Home Run HE is physically weary and not only his legs, but his heart as well, has been shirking heavy duty these last few seasons. But, like many another vicarious author of the sport business, he realizes that his knack, price and volume of sales are bound to decline in proportion to the decline of the player. The same is so as to the other by-products of his fame. It is natural, therefore, that the great man should prefer to abate rather than quit. Mr. Ruth’s career furnishes a reassuring precedent for persons who have been worried about the American departure from the gold standard. One of the greatest Americans of his time, his celebrity was made on the debased home run. It is no easier to establish the value of the Babe Ruth home run in relation to the old-fashioned gold standard home run than to say how many of the present day American dollars it takes to equal a Hoover dollar. It is certain, however, that the Babe Ruth home run was a cheap home run because magnates of the baseball industry, after reams of denial, now have ceased to deny that the baseball which the Babe knocked out of the ball yards in such prodigious numbers, was deliberately inflated or stimulated in the factory. t A Buck's a Buck for All That FOR some years the press coop economists sounded solemn warnings to the customers that the modem home run was inferior in value to the home runs of Cactus Cravath and Frank Baker, who were great heroes for a dozen years. The newspapers even went so far as to make formal autopsies showing that home runs were now being built into the ball. If the home run stimulated salaries more than it stimulated business the soulless corporations of organized baseball could increase the sedative ingredient in the baseball, thus diminishing the number of home runs and moderating the demands of the players at contract time. If the Babe, alone, had found the new baseball uncommonly frisky no suspicion might have been aroused. But, other hitters of no great dstmetion now were hitting more home runs than great champions had in the days of normalcy in the baseball business. Because the Babe had a knack of hitting a ball square in the middle he probably would have been a champion anyway. But he never would have hit sixty in a season, so his actual status on the gold standard never can be reckoned. The customers, however, would have none of these doubts. A ball hit over the wall in fair territory was a home run just as a green sheet of paper with certain engravings upon it continues to represent a dollar. If the citizens accept a certain type of hit as a home run or a dollar bill as a dollar’s worth of money perhaps that is all that is necessary. (Copyright. 1934. by United Feature Syndicate. Inc.)

Your Health

BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN

WHENEVER you feel the slightest irritation in your mouth, and your tongue seems constantly to be seeking it out, you should suspect an inflammation that may become more serious with neglect. Inflammations of the mouth may follow burning, by taking soup or coffee that is too hot or by eating highly spiced foods or irritants, such as mustard. Most frequently, however, infections result from improper care of the teeth, from the abuse of tobacco or snuff, or similar irritants, and occasionally from wearing of dental plates that do not fit satisfactorily. You might also contract an inflammation of the mouth from an infection in the throat. Os course, you know that even a tiny spot of inflammation in the mouth is annoying. Any small ulcer feels three timees as large as it actually is. In addition, inflammation of the mouth results in a chronic bad taste, in an odor and in swelling. While adults are not likely to suffer much with such inflammations, children may develop fevers and be seriously sick. ff n u BABIES frequently suffer with an inflammation of the mouth, including particularly the lining membranes and the gums, due to a variety of causes. Sometimes the trouble is simple lack of cleanliness. The mouth of even a tiny infant may be cleaned with a small piece of gauze and some salt solution. Sometimes the mouths of infants are disturbed by acute infections, such as those associated with measles, diphtheria, scarlet fever or mumps. Babies also put objects which they happen to find lying about, into their mouths and become infected from this kind of material. Whene.er the mouth is inflamed, it is first necessary to find the cause. This involves not only location of a single visible focus of infection, but also study by the dentists to determine whether infection may be concealed in the gums or around the teeth. DURING the time*of inflammation all irritating substances and foods that are too hot should be avoided. The foods taken should be cool and either liquid or soft. The mouths of infants should be carefully sponged with cold water after each feeding and the material of the sponge should be small pledgets of cotton wrapped around the finger, and touched delicately to the mucous membrane. In some cases the placing of small pieces of ica in the mouth is helpful. Mouth washes will not in general cure the conditions that are responsible for the inflammations, but they do help to control the odor and to give a feeling of greater comfort. Most mouth washes contain antiseptic substances which in many instances serve also to reduce the pain. The diets of those with chronic inflammations of the mouth should always be studied to make certain that there* is a sufficient amount of vitamins and such, minerals as calcium and phosphorus.

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