Indianapolis Times, Volume 47, Number 218, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 November 1935 — Page 11

It Seems to Me HEVWOOB BROUN "r AM just a completely done in old man," said Ramsay MacDonald when the news came to him of his defeat in Durham. "All I want is sleep and still more sleep " And this, I think, is the only boon the former prime minister has a, right to ask from any who remember the great, betrayal of August. 1931. And it may well be that even that request must be refused for the story of MacDonald's downfall is too important in its implications ever to be forgotten.

It was fitting that Ramsay MacDonald should be crushed by the very folk who suffered most -orely when he deserted the cause of labor. It was the miners and their families who turned him out of the House of Commons. Seaham Harbor, so the dispatches say, is a constituency of mean streets and miserable little houses. Everything is squalid and dwarfed. The men have gone down into the earth for generations and the breed has become gnome-like and pallid. After four years labor had a thance to settle its score with the

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lost, leader who sold out for the pottage of preferment. Os course, it is too soon to say that Ramsay MacDonald is out of British political life completely and forever. I would be base ingratitude upon the part of the Baldwin ministry not to make MacDonald a peer so that he may idle out the rest of his years in that haven of the living dead—the House of Lords. But I trust that he will find the ermine irksome. a a a Grew Giddy in High Places TT will take the deepest sort of slumber to enable MacDonald to forget that, he went back on the class which first swept him into power. But, as a matter of fact, it was success which ruined the soul of Ramsay. When he was taken up to the high places and shown the kingdoms of the world he grew'giddy. Standing upon the ramparts of authority he could no longer look down and see those sections of his country w'hieh are scarred with the pockmark of the pits. Still less did ho keep in mind the men who traversed the tunnels below' the level of the sea. It was fitting, but it must have ben fearsome, too, to see the gnomes of Durham rise up from the earth itself to destroy that magnificence which had once been MacDonald. Ever since the war and even before it the folk of Seaham Harbor have borne the hammer strokes of unemployment, misery and hunger. When their leader came into power as prime minister of a labor government they felt that feeling which Israel must have known when Moses beckoned to the people to follow him to the promised land. Like Moses. MacDonald never entered into that kingdom. Indeed, he took no single step in that direction. And, worst of all, when the temptation came from the Conservatives in 1931 the man who had professed to be a messiah for the workers turned his back on Canaan and moved as fast as lis hands and knees would carry him in precisely the opposite direction. a an Good Plot for Play or Novel I’ TRUST that some British novelist or playwright will give permanence to the tragedy of MacDonald so that in no quarter of the world will any leader follow in the footsteps of this apostate who is now' so spectacluarly cast aside and blasted. It will be interesting to know just when and where the poison enter into the bloodstream of one who had fougnt honestly and well for human rights. I fear that quite possibly Ramsay MacDonald is a symbol of a not inconsiderable number of liberals and radicals as well. He could be gallant in opposition. but once he felt the stimulation of the heady wine of power he could not resist holding on to office no matter what principles he was called upon to sacrifice. It was obvious very early that his strategy was stupid in the conduct of the Labor government. He could endure only as long as the Liberals and Conservatives remained split. And so he pressed no fundamental issues upon which a coalition of the opposition would have forced him to resign. Instead of maintaining a wholly impotent premiership he should have risked a major engagement at the very beginning and then returned to the country with the hope of coming back again with reinforcements. His marked eagerness to retain even the hollow shell of authority already indicated which way he would move when the pinch came. His newer allies may say lie saved the empire and that he had a right to sell his soul in order to do it. But, in fact, he gave more than that w'hieh was his own. Not only did he sell his soul, but to bind the bargain he offered the bodies of the English workers. And now the men of Durham have risen up to repudiate the infamous agreement. The miners of Seaham Harbor have put Ramsay MacDonald on the slag pile. (Copyright. 1935)

Your Health -BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN

WHEN a doctor tells you to take a teaspoonful of liquid medicine, he estimates that you will get an exact amount known as a fluid dram. A dram in the metric system of measurement is four cubic centimeters. A thousand cubic centimeters approximate a quart. Teaspoons vary greatly because of slight individual differences in depth and width. Not long ago a doctor measured a lot of teaspoons and found that they vary from 3i cubic centimeters to 7 9-10 cubic centimeters. If. therefore, a patient does not determine whether he has a fluid teaspoon, he can get from I '2 to two times the quantity of drugs intended. a a a FJ'ORTUN ATELY, most doctors know this and. if the exact quantity makes any serious difference. they are careful to prescribe the medicine as measured out in a medicine glass, or if it is a very powerful medicine they will prescribe a number of drops. Here again there are all sorts of opportunities for differences, because drops vary according to the nature of the liquid and the size of the medicine dropper.

Today s Science BY DAVID DIETZ

THE facsimile telepiiph line which the Western Union has just pm, into operation between Buffalo and New York is from 30 to 75 per cent faster than any similar system previously tried, engineers of the company say. It is possible, on the facsimile telegraph, to send over an exact copy of a message that has been typewritten or written by hand. A drawing also might be transmitted over it. For the present, however, the Western Union will use it only to transmit copies of typewritten messages. Telegrams to be transmitted by facsimile are mounted upon a cylinder which revolves on a horizontal axis under an electimal scanning device. The heart of this device is the photo-electric cell which transforms light impulses into electrical ones. a a 'T'HE device operates with such rapidity that it is capable of scanning and transmitting the message upon 14 square inches of paper in one minute. The facsimile messages are received upon blanks which have reddish-colored faces and black heads. The test of the message appears in black upon the reddish face. These blanks are placed upon a revolving cylinder at the receiving end which is rotated by a motor synchronized with the motor at the sending end. A tiny printing instrument makes a black mark upon the reddish paper when properly energized by an impulse from the sending end. I he receiving cylinder moves forward as it turns, taking 100 revolutions to progress an inch. The message is ready for delivery without further processing once it has been removed from the cylinder.

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The man to happened would straighten, and HEEiPt j a work conceived in the cool most “ teral slom ' s thro ” rSSg? ''' /‘I . I *' ] _ „ jJSSSk.* * \ tower of a Manhattan office not have been >t aII but for the pile °r cargo uttered from the sh, P <. j Ocean \ building, although one Who audacity of her Scandinavian- """ , ? ?!'"‘J T 'j ' „ '• rad not seen the Diesel tractor on American skipper Right The island m the Wake Island group. j s '-.eft: af'Mttps PtACOCK far ,he shore or sensed the modernity rant. RnrWimd finriinc 11,0 ~ i

Pan-American Airways this month inaugurates a trans-Pacifie air mail service to Manila. In 1936 the line will carry passengers to the Far East. Behind these laets is a story, a saga of determination and achievement, a story to warm the hearts of those who had feared American pioneering was at an end. To Sutherland Denlinger has been made available the records and reports of the airline, and from these he has fashioned the dramatic story of the adventure, never before published. ana a a a BY SUTHERLAND DENLINGER Times Special Writer 'TMIEY were an odd-looking- crew. They might have been pirates engaged upon that mid-ocean atoll, in ambiguous prelude to some nefarious business. Many of them stood knee-deep in the shallow channel, grubbing for jagged chunks of hard coral rock; the salt sweat streamed from bronzed backs to mingle with the salt sea, and the fierce beat of the tropic sun was a lash across the shoulders. The sun was a lash, and sometimes a giddiness spiraled upward from the base of the neck until its coil went round and round within the head. The man to whom that happened would straighten, and stare about for a moment at the rollers breaking white against the reef and at the glaring sand and the iron wood .jungle behind it, and make his way to the shore as through a dream, and sit down. But the work went on.

It was a work in keeping with the twentieth century, a work conceived in the cool tower of a Manhattan office building, although one who had not seen the Diesel tractor on the shore or sensed the modernity of the mechanism half concealed by the packing cases on the beach might never have guessed it. Because of this primitive tearing at coral, undisturbed since the beginning of time, because of these bent backs and aching muscles and sun-seared flesh, giant airplanes would presently soar 9000 miles across the Pacific to Asia, the wind of their passage shrinking the mightiest of oceans until China became a short four days distant from San Francisco. b a a THE laconic Postoffice Department, reserving its sense of the romantic for such things as stamps reproducing Whistler's picture of his mother, schedules the airmail service to the Far East which begins on the twentysecond of this month as proceeding from Honolulu to Manila “via Midway’, Wake and Guam.” Before the mails, the pioneer. They had left San Francisco on March 27 of this year, and they also had journeyed “via Midway” (of which more in due time), and now it was May, and they were on Wake Island, grubbing out a channel. Pan-American Airways reports, rivaling the postoffice announcement, refer to them merely as “The North Haven Expedition to Construct Air Bases for a Seaplane Route. . . The North Haven was their ship. It would not be surprising if the name of this well-found freighter of 15.000 tons, chartered off its Alaskan run for Pacific pioneering, received a niche in the histories along with the Santa Maria and the Mayflower.

Charles Vance Miliar s Baby Derby Will Stands Firm Against Bitter Nine-Year Legal Attack; Canada Kept in Continual Uproar This U the last of the ceriec hv I aura 1 _ . n

This Is (he last of (he series by Laura I.ou Brookman on the Toronto $500,000 Baby Derby. BY LAURA I.OU BROOKMAN (Copyright. 1935. NEA Service. Inc.) Toronto, ont., Nov. 20. When Charles Vance Millar posted a purse of $500,000 for Toronto’s Baby Derby, he started an outcry that has been swelling in volume ever since and bids fair to become a record clamor during the next year. There has been a continuous outcry of infants; an outcry of parents wrangling over the half million; and the outcry (very indignant) of public officials, religious leaders, and just conventional citizens, shocked by the terms of Millar's will. Friends who knew Charlie Millar most intimately shake their heads and say. "It was a joke. He never intended to carry it out. He meant to leave another will.” But Millar’s $500,000 joke—if joke it was—is an unshaken one, after nine years of court turmoil. And no other will ever has been found. Now. with a year of the race to go. the executors of the eccentric millionaire's estate —the Toronto General Trust Corp., the National Trust Cos., and G. R. Sproat, a member of Millar's law firm—have begun the huge task of converting it into cash. And a half dozen mothers, each with 8 to 10 children born since Oct. 31. 1926. starting date of the race, look confidently forward to victory, each claiming to be expecting another “blessed event.” The winners likely will be parents in dire poverty. Most of the six contending families are on relief. tt o a PLENTY of men and women in Toronto who remember Charlie Millar shake their heads when the will is mentioned. Often they blush. Yes. Millar was a sportsman, and owned a string of race horses. Yes. he made a lot of money in gold and silver mining when such investments were a gamble. Yes, he liked a “ifhg

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A T Wake Island she lay an almost literal stone’s throw from the beach, where she should not have been at all but for the audacity of her ScandinavianAmerican skipper. Capt. Borklund, finding the water off Wake too deep for anchorage and desiring to facilitate the lightering of cargo, had nosed his ship right up to the reef, dropped his hook. From the decks of the North Haven one could hear the boom of dynamite in the slowly growing channel, view the mounting pile of cargo ashore, and grasp (because one could see the contours of the atoll) what was going forward. “Wake Island” is in reality three islands. Wilkes, Wake and Peale, a horseshoe of low-lying land separated at high tide by shallow channels inclosing a broad and quiet lagoon. Across the horseshoe’s open end extends a huge coral reef, jagged rocks protruding from the blue water. ana IT had been the original plan to erect the seaplane base and the permanent quarters for the station staff on Wilkes Island. Wilkes, however, showed unmistakable traces of having been completely inundated at some previous time, and tedious drilling on Wake produced only salt water which rose and fell with the ebb and flow of the tide. Only Peale, then, was left, and Peale—something better than 1000 yards long and about half as wide —oflered both high ground and a fair supply of brackish w'ater. The North Haven’s wireless sent a message crackling across the 5000-odd sea rules separating pinprick Wake Island from PanAmerican’s Pacific base at Alameda, Cal., received permission to locate the base on Peale. There only remained the question, “How?”

shot” in business as well as on the race track. Enjoyed a joke, too. But Millar, himself, was always dignified. Never stooped to practical jests. That's why Toronto can't understand the "Baby Derby.” The only explanation that ever has been given is in the words of Millar himself, taken from the first paragraph of the will: "This will,” he wrote, “is necessarily uncommon and capricious because I have no dependents or near relations and no duty rests upon me to leave any property at my death and what I do leave is proof of my folly in gathering and retaining more than I required in my lifetime.” a a a THEN follow the strange bequests, including: Brewery stock to every Protestant minister in Toronto. Ontario Jockey Club shares to men who led crusades against horse racing. Kenilworth Jockey Club shares to every Christian minister in Walkerville, Sandwich and Windsor (except one who shot a hotelkeeper). Shares in O'Keefe's brexvery (long controlled by Roman Catholics) to every Orange lodge (anti-Catholic) in Toronto. The balance, according to explicit instructions, is to be paid to "the mother who has since my death given birth in Toronto to the greatest number of children as shown by the registrations under the Vital Statistics Act.” If there is a tie, the money is to be equally divided. The will caused no end of discussion in Toronto. Even today the Child Welfare Council is considering petitioning the government to withhold the money and use it not for the benefit of one family, but for the unfortunate children of unemployed of the Province of Ontario. a a a THERE were nine first cousins of Charles Millar here and there in Canada and the United States when he died. They heard of the will through the news-

INDIANAPOLIS, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1935

THE boat landing, the only break in the encircling reef, was off Wilkes Island; cargo would have to be landed there, carried over to the lageon side and ferried, some way, over the mile or more of inside water to Peale Island. Gooch, division manager. Pacific Division; and McKenzie, assistant airport engineer, and the rest of the technicians and straw bosses held a council of war. Out of it came a plan. One small lighter drew a mere 16 inches, and there was a light launch aboard the North Haven wtych had been destined for Guam. If they could get a depth of 18 inches at high water through the Wilkes Island Channel their problem—or rather, that particular phase of it—would be solved. a a a THEN began the drilling and the blasting and the grubbing. The coral was like granite and the heat, even to men whose clothing throughout the day often consisted of nothing more than shorts and sun-helmet, was terrific. The food came up slowly from the North Haven and the drinking water was brackish. The pile of cargo lightered from the ship to the Wilkes Island beach grew steadily, and the tractor yanked it on sleds to a storage yard halfway across to the lagoon; and other sweating men hacked a tunnel through the ironwood scrub down to the inner shore, and they laid light rails and built a car out of automobile wheels and planks and two sections of welded pipe, and they were ready for that lighter and that launch. Out in the channel the drilling and the grubbing and the blasting continued.

papers. It was a bitter pill to swallow. Most of them were poor. They hired legal counsel and started to fight the case. But counsel employed by the Ontario government to defend “the unknown mother" won each case brought to the courts. Relatives advanced the argument that the will “tended to place a premium on immorality by offering an inducement to women, whether married or not, to compete against each other in sexual indulgence.” Apparently their statement regarding “whether married or not” was correct, for there was nothing in the will stating that the Toronto mother had to be married before she could be eligible for his money. But even this argument failed to move the courts. They upheld the Millar will in its entirety. ana MILLAR'S investments, in real estate, mine and brewery stock, and the Detroit-Windsor

Hopkins Studies Plan to Bring Back Home Americans Stranded in France

By Scrimps. Howard Newspaper Alliance TT7ASHINGTON, Nov. 14. ’ ’ Harry L. Hopkins, WPA administrator. has before him a plan to bring back to the United States with Federal relief funds several hundred Americans; many of them war veterans, who are stranded in France, largely in Paris, by the backwash of the depression. His decision is expected in a few days. Relief officials estimated that about 1500 persons would be included, though the number is hard to fix, and that it would cost less than SIOO,OOO to return them. The matter was brought up by welfare organizations, including the American Aid Society in Paris, and the American Legion. Jesse I. Strauss, U. S. ambassador to France, discussed the

It went on throughout days which would have made a Blue Eagle scream and it went on with a purposefulness strange in men who were being paid by the month, with nothing for overtime —strange until you remember that there was that in the consciousness of these workers which is seldom a part of Saturday's pay envelope. a a a FINALLY it was finished. At high tide the entire construction crew waded out into the channel and the lighter with the launch on top of it was floated in. A line was attached to the tractor ashore, to supplement the power of straining backs, and a slow, grotesque procession inched onward toward the lagoon. Once the lighter went aground in mid-channel, there were moments of heaving and hauling and cursing and prayer. But it won through, the launch was unloaded, and the Peale’s Island towing service was ready to function. No end. this, but a mere beginning. The first load of material was ferried from Wilke's Island to Peale on May 20. Less than three months later, on Aug. 9. Capt. R. O. D. Sullivan brought his Pan-American clipper, eight hours and three minutes out of Midway, down over . . . “buildings, red roofs, windmills, radio towers,” down into a marked channel and up to a regulation landing float. The days between were devoted by those who remained on Wake to an unceasing struggle with nature and the sea. Swift pioneering, that which established an American air base and an American colony and the American flag on tiny Wake Island—the toughest construction

vehicular tunnel, are worth far more today than when he wrote the will. Usually set at $500,000, it is likely that they will total considerably more. Every penny of Charles Vance Millar's fortune he made himself. Born near Aylmer, Ont., in 1853, he grew up on a farm and disappointed his father by becoming a lawyer instead of a farmer. It wa# his mother who helped Millar get the funds to attend the University of Toronto. Apparently this rift with his father was never healed. At the time of Millar’s death his only relatives, whom he ignored, were on the father’s side of the family. He entered a Toronto law firm, soon gained recognition as a corporation lawyer, and became known throughout Canada. He was a recognized authority on commercial law and wrote a textbook on the subject. a a a MILLAR was president of the famous B. X. Cos., the British Columbia Express Cos., which ran six-horse stage coaches from Ash-

proposal when he was here several months ago. Since that time it has been considered by various organizations. The lot of Americans in Paris has become increasingly dificult. Many are without means of livelihood, discriminated against on jobs. Some are war veterans who married French women and now have families. Because of the depression and the unfavorable rate of exchange against the dollar, private charity among American organizations has been restricted. The repatriation project raises numerous difficulties. Standards for selection of those to be brought home would have to be rigid, as there are professional “chiselers” along the boulevards who might try to get a joy-ride i 1 back to the states.

job, too, along the whole 9000mile aerial bridge. And yet its swiftness was merely in tune with the celerity of the whole project; or. for that matter, the celerity with which the airplane itself has grown from a thing of wood and fabric, a sort of powered kite, into today’s mul-tiple-motored giants capable of carrying 50 passengers. a a a IT is part of the miracle of our age that its tremendous material achievements roar from idea to accomplishment with the speed of a low-wing racing monoplane rounding the last pylon; part of its puzzle that these achievements, the necessary preparation that precede them, have so slignt a hold upon the popular imagination. In 1931 New York was talking about the depression, Samuel Seabury was beginning to rake about in the muck deposited by successive generations of Tammany politicians, Herbert Hoover had the jitters, and there were many to say that capitalistic enterprise had shot its bolt, that the age of American pioneering was over. Up in the Chrysler Tower, in 1931. executives and advisers of an airplane company which had already girdled South America and the Caribbean in the space of three years were planning an incredible adventure, a fight against time and the best technical and business minds of four great nations, a fight to secure a foothold in a four-billion-dollar trade area, a fight to send American air liners across the Pacific to Asia. Incredible? The saga of the great railroad builders become*; a thin, pale yarn beside it.

croft to Barkerville, far up in the Cariboo gold mining country. Later, in the oil boom following the discovery of oil at Fort Norman, Millar and his associates sold the B. X. Cos., and organized the Alberta and Arctic Transportation Cos., running large sternwheel steamers on the Peace River-Mackenzie River route to the far North. His interest in mining also was extensive. In 1905 he obtained a large interest in the Lawson mine at Cobalt. On this was the “silver sidewalk,” famous the continent over, altogether about a 14inch width of ore running into thousands of ounces a ton. Later Millar became interested in important gold properties. If Charlie Millar ever had a blighted romance, no one knows about it. And there is no record that he ever showed any particular interest in children. a a a ALL those who knew him are agreed about two things. His great loves were horse racing and law, and above all else, he disliked hypocrisy. Twice he was offered the honor of king's counsel and refused it. When his horse. Tartarean, won the King's Plate (blue ribbon event of the Canadian turf) Millar refused to appear to accept the trophy publicly. As his wealth and reputation increased, he continued to live at the same hotel where he had lived as a student, riding to and from his office on a street car. Not until after his father's death did he build the home on Scarboro Road which his mother came to share with him. He had no patience whatever with "uplifters.” Why did he leave his fortune to be disposed of in such a curious way? No one knows. Despite the fact that there are many to scoff at the Millar will, and many more to tell how the money should have been left, the fact remains that the courts must, on Oct. 31, 1936, settle the sum on some woman, many, many times a mother. THE END.

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Fair Enough WESIMH TV/J-ADRID. Nov. 20—When Humphrey Cobb, American writer, brought out his interesting little novel called Paths of Glory,” dealing with the execution of three French soldiers who were arbitrarily selected for this distinction, he released an American public estimate of this phase of the war to end war which was news in the United States 17 years after the war had ended. ‘ Paths of Glory' was a best seller. Not often does spot news of such dramatic power keep in pickle, so to speak, for 17 years. In the fore-

word of his book. Mr. Cobb is careful to say that the story ot the execution of the three soldiers was not based on actual incidents, but it has, nevertheless, been within the bounds of known facts. Much less caution is shown by a team of French writers. Jean Balpier-Boisiere and Daniel De Ferbon. who publish an occasional magazine railed Crapouillot. one volume of which deals exclusively with the summary shooting of French soldiers, officers and noncoms as well as sim-

ple poilus. and with the attempts after the war to to clear their names and attain redress bv their families. Their work is not a job of authorship in the literary sense but of great reporting. Thev went to the records for their material and they are able to relate the actual happenings in many tragedies which Cobb mentioned by intimation. They give details of the final exoneration long after their death of the men who died in disgrflee, knowing they were innocent, and in some cases rested for years beneath black crosses which are conspicuous among the white ones. B B B Justice in 1933—f0r 1911 A MONG the martyrs whose vindication they bring to the public attention of France was Francois Laurent, a Briton, who didn't speak French and couldn t clearly understand the proceedings of his trial. Laurent was 29 and the father of two children when he went out in August, 1924. On the night of Oct. 1 he was wounded in the little finger of his left hand by a rifle bullet and was ordered by his captain to report to the dressing station. His name was written in the blank space on a form of accusation which had been prepared in manifold in advance on the assumption that many soldiers shot in the hand would have shot themselves to escape from the lines. He was tried one day and executed the next, with the formal charge not mutilation, but desertion from his post. His captain didn't hear of this for several weeks. He then declared Laurent had been a brave soldier and had not deserted his post, but had been ordered back to receive first aid. So in December, 1933. a special court of review declared Laurent to be acquitted of the charge, his name cleared of disgrace and ordered payment of 5000 francs to his widow and 2500 francs each to his son and daughter. nun Ah, llie Great Legion of Honor IN another case a soldier named Bersot, wearing a pair of canvas pants, asked his sergeant for a pair of wool pants, which was what the rest of the command were wearing. The sergeant gave him an old pair of wool pants which were much too big, and soiled, moreover. Bersot refused to acept them, saying they looked as if they had been taken off a corpse. When the lieutenant heard this he told Bersot that if he didn't accept the pants he'd be charged with refusing to do his duty and face the enemy. Bersot said it sounded funny that a citizen of France would be charged with refusal of obeying a military command when he only refused to accept a pair of dirty pants. For this he was given eight days in prison and his comrades began to grumble. This was brought to the colonel’s attention as a collective protest or mutiny. The result was that Bersot was tried in court, held in a corner of a trench, and a few minutes later shot. In 1922 the judgment was reversed on the ground that an order to accept a pair of pants was not a military command and on the further grounds that the officer who presided at the trial also made the charges. Bersot’s widow and an organization of wounded war veterans demanded that the presiding officer of the court himself be tried on charges, but the editors of Crapouillot report he was made an officer of the Legion of Honor instead.

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ROCKWELL KENT has been rusticating in Greenland, and he comes back to report that life up there is pleasant, peaceful and full of beauty, and not altogether devoid of the social graces. He tells about it in “Salamina,” 'Harcourt. Brace, $3.75.) A book which is made notable by the profusion of sketches which he has drawn for it. The text, unfortunately, does not come up to the level of the pictures, but we can’t have everything. Mr Kent went to Greenland to mak~ pictures and to get away from the annoyances of Twentieth Century living. Greenland, he found, is ideally designed for both purposes. With the help of the grinning natives, he built a house. Then he settled down to a year of painting, whale fishing and getting acquainted with the neighbors. a a a THE Eskimos proved to be friendly and simple souls. They are fond of informal get-togethers in the evening, with a score or more of merrymakers crowding into a 10-by-l2 living room. They like to dance and they convinced Mr. Kent that whale hide, eaten raw. is really a tasty dish. Their women seem to be a complaisant lot. Once or twice it almost seems as if Mr. Kent is going to write something entitled ‘Casanova in Greenland.” but he gets away from it. at last, and contrives to get across the feeling of freedom, of limitless space and unspoiled beauty, which the tremendous open landscapes and clear skies of this frozen northland gave him.

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Malvina Hoffman’s autobiography will be published next spring by Scribner's under the title "Heads and Tales.” The first part will be a sketch of her early life. She was born on W. 43rd-st. (Lillian Russell lived across the street). This early part of the book describes her experiences as one of Rodin’s pupils, but the major portion deals with her journey all over the world to model racial types for Hall of Man in the Field Mueseum in Chicago. She went to the South Seas. Bali. China and Africa and everywhere she went had interesting experiences with the native tribes. The last part deals with Taos. New Mexico, where she stayed with Mabel Dodge Luhan, and met Frieda Lawrence. Editors of the new monthly magazine Campus will include Richard Edwards. Charles Hatehard. Jerry Sp.ngarn and James Wechsler. The magazine will be a general one. including fiction, poetry, articles on economic and political affairs, humor and criticism Campus will be "militantly progressive,” according to the editors. The first issue, announced for early next year, will include articles by Heywood Broun. Robert Forsythe and Ben Blake, stories by Jack Conroy, Mike Gold and Richard Edwards. C. Day L.'wis is contribut Vst section of a long untitled poem. \

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