Indianapolis Times, Volume 48, Number 51, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 May 1936 — Page 10

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SATURDAY, MAY 9, 1936.

THE SAME OLD SHOW? /'"\N the surface of things the world today presents a disheartening picture. Mussolini’s Marshal Badoglio prepares, like Scipio Africanus before Carthage, to grind the Italian heel ii to Ethiopia’s capitol, while the 1936 Caesar orders a “victory mobilization’’ to mark the birth of anew Rome. In Germany, Adolf Hitler, more modern, mobilizes his new mechanized army to march in celebration of his forty-seventh birthday. The blood-and-iron days of the Prussian w r ar lords under imperial William I are back, even to the goose step. In Outer Mongolia, the Russian bear growls at Japan, as in the days before ICO4. Famine, China’s ancient curse, stalks through rich Szechuan province threatening the lives of 15 million people. Medievalism returns to Palestine, where Arabs loot and kill Jews in Jaffa and Tel Aviv. And so history puts on what looks like the same old show, the story a dreary repetition, with only the actors and stage trappings different. But is it tlie same old show? Those of us who believe in progress will take a long-range look back through the years. There, we believe will be seen a vastly worse world than exists today. History, however, will appear not as a deadly level circle around which the human race is being beaten, but an uneven spiral, seeming to slip downward at times, but, in fact, gradually lifting the human race upward. Right now the League of Nations, hope of the peacemakers, may appear defeated and impotent, but when before did 50-odd nations even attempt cooperatively to isolate an outlaw country and apply economic force in the effort to keep the peace? When before April 8 did a great republic like France seriously propose to secure world peace by safeguarding other nations in essential resources? When before did munition-makers face such a challenge as the majority members of the United States Senate Munitions Committee laid down when they proposed government monopoly in the making of the instruments of war? When, in short, has the will to peace and security been stronger among the people of the world and when has this will been so vocal among the masses? It may be as Spongier, who died yesterday, w'rote that western civilization is in its death throes. No one knows. But, looking back to its beginnings, we are inclined to believe that the pains it is suffering are birth pains of a better order. BABY BONDS—A GOOD BUY TT has been pointed out frequently that banks, insura nee companies, other corporations and upperbracket income taxpayers are the principal holders of government tax-exempt bonds. But for the first time since the Liberty Bond drives and thrift stamps of the World War period, middle-class Americans are in increasing numbers also becoming creditors of their government. A little more than a year agt>, the Treasury put on sale through the postoffices anew series of United States Savings Bonds, in denominations of $25, SSO, SIOO, SSOO and SIOOO. Already the public has bought more than $400,000,000 (maturity value) worth of these bonds. The Treasury does not report how many individual citizens have made purchases. It is known, though, that they are not all “little fellows.” “Thousands of investors," says the Treasury, made the legal maximum purchase in 1935—510,000 maturity value for one calendar year—and are eligible to make similar purchases for the 1936 calendar year. It is not surprising that persons of wealth have rushed in to buy these bonds, because their rate of return, 2.9 per cent compounded semi-annually, is higher than is offered by government bonds of larger denominations. More persons, of modest means might well emulate this method by which the rich gel richer. If you go to a postoffice window today and pay in $18.75, you can go to a postoffice window 10 years from today and cash that Baby Bond for $25. Similarly, $37.50 today will grow to SSO In 10 years, and $75 to SIOO. Not only is it a good investment for the individual, but it also is good for the government to get its securities into the hands of the rank and file. If we get more people in this country owning government promises to pay and more people conscious that they are taxpayers, we shall have just that many more active citizens. SE LF-PRESER V ATION WHEN an American tries to comprehend French politics, he is up against something almost as confusing as the new tax bill. In this country a Republican is apt to be a Republican because his grandfather was, but apparently 50 million Frenchmen walk in and out of political parties through revolving doors and are not at all baffled by a nomenclature which admits of a Radical Socialist Party that is neither radical nor socialistic. In this country', any one who calls himself a Communist is an ill-considered person. In fact, any one with Marxian leanings, while he may get a hearing, is not likely to get many votes. But in France, Communists nd Socialists of varying legularity, together with other leftist groups and the Radical Socialist middle-of-the-roaders, won for their socalled People’s Front coalition a tremendous popular majority. Apparently just as influential as the domestic economic reform program was the plank in the People's Front platform defending civil liberties against the threat of Fascism. The only explanation to the anomoly of Communists winning seats on a civil liberties issue is that Frenchmen will be Frenchmen first, with labels and doctrines always secondary. If was the “Frenchmen first” psychology which contributed as much as anything else to the gains on the left. Deep in the heart of every Frenchman is th* yearning for national security and the conviction that remilitarized Germany is the greatest, threat to that security. Fear of Germany has long been the mainspring of French foreign policy. France’s activities in the

league, gentlemen's agreements with England, alliances with th“ Little Entente nations, concord with Italy—all have be ;n designed to minimize the German threat. But no other safeguard nor group of safeguards has given to France as much assurance as has the mutual-assistance defense pact signed with Russia. What makes that pact more of a reliance than all the other gossamer guarantees is its mutuality. In coping with the German threat, Russia needs France quite as much as France needs Russia, and the peoples of both countries seem to realize this. Practically all of the candidates of the left stood by this pact in the election campaign, while many of the candidates of the right were against it. So regardless of whatever other considerations entered into the voting, many a majority French ballot was a simple vote for self-preservation. PICKETING ORDINANCE 'T'HE Kokomo City Council, under the pressure of organized labor, has repealed the antipicketing ordinance it passed May 2, 1935. The ordinance stirred bitter dispute in Howard County. In recent months the feeling became so intense that many council meetings were uproarious affairs in which labor leaders openly denouncecd city officials. The climax came when Councilman Kenneth Shockley, who had voted for the anti-plcketing ordinance and against it repeal, was elected Democratic county chairman. The Kokomo Trades and Labor Council spread its attack to the local Democratic Party in general. Labor boycotted an important meeting at which the three candidates for the Democratic nomination for Governor spoke. On the eve of a mass protest meeting of labor in the council chamber, the council met and repealed the ordinance. 1 ana ' F '|~'HE action was a victory for organized labor only in that it removed from the books an unconstitutional ordinance. The right of peaceful picketing has been upheld by the highest courts of the land. The distinction in a labor dispute should be drawn between peace and violence, not between picketing and non-picketing. All the more reason why peaceful picketing should be upheld as a matter of right and law. without the necessity of resort to the tactics used in Kokomo. Indianapolis has an anti-picketing ordinance. A proposal to repeal it is before the City Council. Previous attempts at repeal have been voted down. We urge that the council, as a means of encouraging more friendly labor relations, follow the higher law of the state and nation on this subject and repeal the anti-picketing ordinance. WORST OF ALL MUDDLES TITHEN Hamilton was urging in the Federalist his ' ’ famous arguments for adoption of the Federal Constitution he tried to dissipate fears of a “duplication of tax burdens” and “double sets of revenue officers.” To him taxation for a nation of 13 youthful states looked so easy that he predicted: When the particular debts of the states are done away, and their expenses come to be limited within their natural compass, the possibility almost of interference will vanish. A small land tax will answer the purpose of the states and will be their most simple and most fit resource (!). What would Hamilton say were he alive to see the grand national tax scramble of today? How would he take the recent report of the New York State Tax Commission showing that in that state alone no less than eight revenue statutes duplicate Federal statutes, while the number of such duplications or conflicts in the country at -large exceeds 350? It was Hamilton, however, who also said: There is no part of the administration of government that requires extensive information, and a thorough knowledge of the principles of political economy, so much as the business of taxation. ; . . It might be demonstrated that the most productive system of finance will always be the least burdensome. Millions of living American taxpayers will agree,' we think, that there is no field in which present Statesmanship lags so far behind need as in the field of taxation. Nor was catch-up ever more urgently and poignantly to be desired. A WOMAN’S VIEWPOINT By Mrs. Walter Ferguson THE papers are filled with pleas for ex soldiers, the aged, the orphaned and the poor;, for the farmer, the school teacher and the convict. Why then is it so hard to flag public pity for the housemaid, who has neither social consideration, prestige or security? j • The depression has imposed humiliations galore upon millions of proud Americans. Not the least of these “come-downs” have been suffered by college graduates, professional women and well paid office workers who at last have had to offer themselves for domestic service in order to eat. In a decently ordered society, of course, this ought not to be regarded as a tragedy. It is such in ours because, although we talk and write approvingly of democracy, wc are snobs. And snobbery seems to come to a full flowering in the feminine nature. Magniloquently we laud the virtues of the homebody while we crush beneath our indifference the person who tends our homes. It is interesting to see the friendliness which exists between the business man and his employes, and then to visit his home and note the attitude his wife takes with her hired help. The diffemce offers an excellent commentary on democracy as it functions at home and at the office. No reputable man could feel the complete irresponsibility for the happiness and well-being of any worker that the sweet complacent lady in a luxurious house can demonstrate toward other women who keep that house clean and charming, and so help her maintain an aristocratic pose. Whether her maids are happy is not her concern. The fact that most damns us as citizens is the feminine tendency to boast of keeping an excellent maid for very little money. HEARD IN CONGRESS EP. DEMPSEY (D.. N. M.): I want to state to the gentleman from New York (Rep. Fish) that I deeply appreciate the nice things he said about me with reference to what kind of Democrat I am and how high I rate in New Mexico. I think he is a rare judge of ability. (Laughter and applause.) Rep. Bloom (D., N. Y.): I have here a little book that was called to my attention by a *member of the House, who stated that you could get all the information you wanted on the Constitution from this book for the sum of 10 cents. A check of this publication has disclosed that it contains about 1497 deviations from the original document in capitalization, punctuation and spelling, as well as approximately 40 erroneous statements and descriptions. On Page 19 of the book there a a picture of the Robert Morris house in Philadelphia. It says that it was the first official presidential residence, and that Washington lived there from 1793 to 1794. Let us see what the mistakes are. It was not the first official presidential residence, but the third. Washington occupied it from 17S0 to 1797, and this is not a picture of the house. (Laughter.) Jrl . - / 1.-• .„• .

THE INDIANAPOLIS “ TIMES

Our Town By ANTON SCHERRER

A DIVERSION that gives us much j innocent pleasure is the read- | ing and re-reading of the pet peeves | of great men. It adds flavor to our life, for instance, to know that Richard Wagner hated Johannes Brahms like everything; that Berlioz hated Wagner; that Dr. Johnson despised Henry Fielding; that Aristophanes picked on Euripedes every chance he got. And certainly, life wouldn’t be the same if we didn’t know that Ibsen called Tolstoy a fool, and that ! Thomas Carlyle once said that John ; Henry Newman didn’t have the brains of a full-grown rabbit. Just now we are wondering when we can add Wilbur Peat’s name to our collection. Last year, if we remember correctly, Mr. Peat had a run-in with E. E. Spenner over the ! merits of Regional Art and just the other day, with only a third of the year gone, he proceeded to wade into Gilbert Wilson of Terre Haute. Mr. Wilson, it seems, charged museums with being “mausoleums ’ | and left some doubt as to what lhe thought of the persons inside i mausoleums. Mr. Peat removed | that doubt. At least, he didn’t take it lying down. n u a 'IT7HILE wc are on the subject of W artists we might as well tell you about the men around town who paint just for the love of it. They I don’t ever expect to sell a picI ture and they don’t seem to care, i All that interests them, apparently, |is their amateur standing. We know prjbably a dozen such | men. Anyway, enough has leaked out to involve one-time Councilman Ei-nest Ropkey, Vernon Kniptash, Latham De Milt, Wilbur Shook, Frank Wickes (not to be confused with the Unitarian preacher), Ed James, Leslie Ayres, Kurt Vonnegut and Dr. Horace R. (Frank) Allen. There probably are a hundred more. We can’t keep track of everybody. We hive kept track of Kurt Vonnegut, however. Enough, anyway, to know that he has an illusive, underslung lower lip and an upper lip without much of a curve and it’s hard to render in paint. Anyway, didn’t Rembrandt paint himself 28 times before he got the hang of it? tt it it TyAR VONNEGUT takes his avo--‘Y-*- cation so seriously that not long ago he took off two weeks and spent it in Simon Bails’ studio over in the Union Trust Building. He told everybody he had gone to Florida and everybody believed it. In those two weeks Mr. Vonnegut finished his eighth self-portrait and a picture of Dr. Walter. Bonus which is the spitting image of him. One day while Mr. Vonnegut was working all alone with himself in the Baus studio, there was a knock at the door. A Federal officer introduced himself and Mr. Vonnegut was scared as everything because he thought the ’ government had gotten wind of his painting. But it was something altogether different. The officer told Mr. Vonnegut that the. G-men had discovered a ring of moonshiners and a 200gallon still in a house on N. Penn-sylvania-st, so what was Mr. Vonnegut going to do about it? But it turned out all right. The G-man was on the wrong trail.

TODAY’S SCIENCE By Science Service ——— s

WASHINGTON, May 9.—Many baffling problems await solution in the field of atomic physics. Savants are hoping that the increased powers given atom smashing apparatus in various laboratories and the yet more powerful devices being planned, will yield the solutions to some of them. Recently the great electrostatic generator at the Round Hill Laboratory of Massachusetts Institute of Technology was improved to deliver ’.oltages of five million volts. The cyclatron of “whirligig atomic machine gun” at the University of California has yielded similar voltages. Dr. M. A. Tuve of the department of terrestial magnetism of the Carnegie Institution of Washington has drawn designs for a subterranean generator of 15 million volts. The first problem which needs solution is the composition of the nucleus of the atom. Present experiments point to the probability that the nucleus is composed of protons and neutrons. Now the proton is electrically positive while the neutron is electrically neutral. The great problem, therefore, is to discover the mechanism which holds the nucleus together. When two protons are brought within small distances of each other, they repel each other. Since they are' both charged positively, this is to be expected. In similar fashion, the positive poles of two magnets will repel each other. It was suspected, however, that when protons were brought sufficiently close together, another set of forces, more powerful than the repulsive electrical force, would have to come into- play. Otherwise, the atom would always fly apart. Since the hydrogen atom has a nucleus of one proton, this means that if only the repulsive force existed, the whole universe would fly apart into a cloud of hydrogen atoms. By a series of brilliant experiments, Dr. M. A. Tuve and his associates at the department of terrestrial magnetism of the Carnegie Institution of Washington have demonstrated that this second attractive force which comes into play at cliise range is 40 times as powerful as the first repulsive force.

WANTED: A FEDERAL LAW!

The Hoosier Forum I disapprove of what you say—and will defend to the death your right to say it. — Voltaire.

I Times readers are invited to express their views in these columns, reliuious controversies excluded. Make nour letters short, so all can have a chance. Limit them to 2 50 words or less. Your letter must he sianed, but names will he withheld on reaucst.i tt it tt CRITICISES MANAGEMENT OF PIANO FESTIVAL By A Parent First, permit me to say that the 125-grand piano festival given at Butler Fieldhouse Sunday, May 3, was an unusual event, a beautiful spectacle admirably conducted. It was an undertaking which would have been a credit to any community. However, there were one of two incidents which would unquestionably arouse considerable resentment, aithough most of it so far has been inarticulate. First, after the children, all piano students, had been invited to participate, long and arduous practice was necessary. It entailed a great loss of time on the. part of parents taking their children to and from rehearsals and in many cases no small monetary outlay. Despite the co-operation of Indianapolis teachers, mothers and children, the association under whose auspices the recital was given resorted to the most despicable form of “chiseling” by requiring that each of the children participating ; purchase a ticket. Please understand that the writer hereof does not in anywise regret the small amount which his child was required to pay for the ticket, but rather voices protest as a matter of principle. Again, those in charge were guilty of gross discourtesy. Although at the Sunday night concert almost every one- and everything connected With the festival was given free advertis-

Watch Your Health

BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN A BABY is born without habits. Its habits develop as a result of 4 its care and training and, of course, conditions under which it lives. We form habits by doing the same thing over and over again, imitating actions of other people. Therefore, the child begins to acquire habits on the day that it is born. If it is to have good habits, parents must plan accordingly. The baby should be fed at certain hours every day. It should be put to bed at a regular time. It should be bathed every day at the same hour. It should be trained to -use the toilet as soon as the mother is strong enough to begin such training. In later articles, the methods of such training will be discussed in detail. At birth the normal baby can cry, nurse, sleep, move the arms and legs, and sometimes lift its head very slightly. Babies at birth apparently are able to distinguish between light

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Inclose a 3-cent stamp for reply when addressing any question of fact or information to The Indianapolis Times Washington Service Bureau, 1013 13that. N. W-. Washington, D. C. Legal and medical advice can not be given, nor can extended research he undertaken. Q —When was the last dividend paid by the Packard Motor Cos. prior to the 10 cents per share paid Feb. 1, 1936? A—That was the first dividend since Dec, 12, 1931. Q —How many persons were employed in air transport in 1935? A—lncluding pilots, co-pilots, mechanics, field and office workers, the number was 8087. Q —What do dealers who are licensed to buy old gold do with it? A—They may turn it in to the U. S. Treasury, or may resell it to another licensed dealer. Q —Name the majority and minority leaders in the U. & Senate.

ing, none of those in charge had the courtesy to publicly thank, or in anywise express appreciation for the part played by the children who really made the festival possible. Many parents of children who participated have expressed resentment to this neglect, as has also at least one of the teachers whose pupils played at the festival. I reiterate the festival was (except for the two incidents above noted) an unqualified success and one which should be made a yearly event, although it is hoped that those who conduct in the future will be sufficiently courteous to thank those to whom thanks are due—the children participating. SAYS CHILDREN DID NOT PAY ENTRANCE FEE By M. M. Miller, 125-piano festival manager. ", ■ First of all, the children did not pay an entrance fee. On the entry blank sent to each participant it was stated that players would have a badge, which would serve as a souvenir of the festival and admit them to both performances, and for which a charge of 25 cents would be made.' The only performance comparable to the 125-piano festival was one of 75 pianos held in Tulsa, Okla. The managers there charged an entrance fee of from three to eight dollars, because they felt that the training received was worth it. However, when the local festival first was proposed we felt that an entrance fee should be dispensed with. We also recommended that the children wear plain, simple white dresses in order to avoid further expense. Each teacher who entered pupils in the festival pledged herself to sell $lO worth of tickets. Os the 140 teachers entered, all sold at least

and dark, but they are not able to fix their attention on any single object. tt tt TNABILITY to control the muscles of the eye may give the young baby a squint, cr its eyes even may seem to be crossed. This, however, should not frighten the mother, because it is only normal. The sese of taste is not developed in little babies, but they seem to be able to distinguish between sweet, sour and bitter. Our sense of taste includes not only these fundamental traits, but also the odor of food and the feel of the food on the tongue. Such abilities develop later with education. A little baby can feel pain, but not as acutely as can babies who are older. An infant is startled by a loud noise, but does not appreciate small variations in the sense of hearing. Babies recognize noises and voices very soon after birth, but they are unable to recognize particular sounds for two or three months.

A—Senator Joe Robinson is the Democratic (majority) leader, and Senator Charles L. McNary is the Republican (minority) leader. Q—Can a resident of one state be legally married in another state? A—Yes, by complying -with the marriage laws of the state in which the ceremony is performed. Q—What was the maiden name of Gifford Pinchot’s wife? A—Cornelia Elizabeth Bryce. Q —What is the lowest temperature ever reached in Texas. Where i and when did it occur? A—On Feb. 12, 1899, at Tulia, Tex., and on Feb. 8, 1933, at Seminole, Tex., 23 degrees below zero. Q —Who wrote the words and music of the song, “I Did Not Raise My Boy to be a Soldier?” A—Words and music are by A. Piantadosi. -

that, and some, sold over SIOO worth. The ' children paid nothing except for the festival music, at a discount, and the badges. In reply to the charges of gross discourtesy, the children were thanked, and presented with roses and song books. I also should like to quote “An Appreciation” by Mr. Frank O. Wilking, director of the : festival ensembles, which appeared in the souvenir program: “The 125-grand piano festival is a dream that has come true. After months of serious practice and work you can point with pride to your ; achievement. I “Such it is with all things good! We can not attain the heights without working, and every one has worked. You have been faithful and sincere and this is one accomplishment that you can point to with ! pride, because you have made this ! event the most outstanding in the world., | “The teachers and parents have been a great inspiration—without their co-operation this glorious festival could not have been made possible. ... I salute you—members of the 125-grand piano festival.” I have at least 25 letters from teachers whose pupils participated in the festival, expressing their appreciation, satisfaction and hope for a repetition of the event. Os course, out of 1600 parents, we are bound to find some who did not appreciate fully the training and benefit to the children and the festival’s cultural value to the community. LINES TO AN OLD POEM BY JOSEPHINE DUKE MOTLEY A poerti w'rote itself one day From the tip of a well-worn pen, A poem which drew more contempt than pay From the throng of practical men. For verse has made no millionaire, Has built no fine home in a wood; So the scomers laughed at the poet's fare And died, but the poem still stood. DAILY THOUGHT And if a stranger sojourn with thee in your land, ye shall not vex him.—Leviticus 19:33. THE origin of all mankind was the same: It is only a clear and a good conscience that makes a man noble, for that is derived from heaven itself. —Seneca.

SIDE GLANCES By George Clark

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“I only want to scare him „ Is there some way I can just almost get a divorce?”

MAY 9, 1936

Vagabond from Indiana ERNIE PYLE

EDITOR'S NOTE—This roTlnr reporter for The Times *oes where he pleases, when he pleases, in search of odd stories bout this and that. PUEBLA, Mexico, May 9.—Tha train from Oaxaca back to Puebla runs only three times a week. It’s an all-night trip, and you have to make Pullman reservations days ahead. I didn’t know that, so when I went to get tickets I found the Americans had bought up all the berths, and there was no place for us poor Mexicans to sleep except in the day coach, sitting up. But it happened that I had struck up an acquaintance with the fireman—one Luis Arceniega, who was in the United States Navy during the war and spoke English—so Luis said, “Come on up and ride on the locomotive with us.” So up I went—for a ride on a locomotive, at night, in a strange land, on narrow-gauge tracks, through terrifying mountains. I sat on the fireman’s seat, on the left-hand side of the cab. Three little bulbs dimly lighted the cab. I could see the engineer across the top of the curved boiler. The fireman, when he wasn't turning valves, stood behind me and talked. It was an oil-burner, so the fireman didn't have to shovel. The headlight made a surprisingly bright path in front of us. u a a J'T WAS rough riding. The locomotive bounced up and down, and made lunges to the side, so that I had to hold on to the window sill. I couldn't see how the galloping locomotive could possibly stay on the tiny little track. The noise was terrific. Everything seemed to shake. The oil burner made a heavy fluttering sound that hurt your ear drums. Levers and rods rattled and banged. The roar of the w'heels, and the puffing from the smoke-stack, enveloped the light clatters, gathering it all into one colossal, constant din. Oaxaca lies in a wide valley. The train has to climb over the edge of this saucer. As We neared the crest of the ridge, an hour out of Oaxaca, w r e went slower and slower, we labored and huffed. Finally you could have walked much faster than we were going. The engine puffs were sharp, and far apart. The wheels would spin, and the engineer kept jerking a little lever, sanding the tracks. I asked the fireman if we would make it. He said he thought so. I asked if they fever failed to make it. Sometimes, he said. “What do you do then?” I asked. “Oh, just back up and take another shot at it,” he said. But we did make it. n n n FOR three hours we rolled precipitously downhill, around continuous sharp curves, following a river gorge. For three hours the engineer never opened his throttle, except to start the train after a station stop. The train rolls faster than we can take the curves. The engineer’s job reverses itself. Instead of keeping the train going, he has to slow it down. Just before every bend, he has to put on the brakes. The engineer’s name was Juan Ortega. I have never seen any one more attentive, more serious. At first I was nervous when we went rocking into those turns, but after a while I was as calm as the engineer. He almost never took his eyes off the track. He worked con-, stantly at his levers and valves. After 10, we saw little sign of lif along the tracks. Village were pitch dark. We stopped at stations where not a soul was stirring. I saw a dog or two cross the tracks, and I think we killed a cow. an tt Wis wormed tartner down into gorge, and the mountains on each side got higher and higher. The curves became something constant in my brain. The whole thing assumed the level sameness of visions seen in a delirium—narrow tracks ahead, bright path of the headlight, rush of wind past the cab window,* mountain wall, curve, brakes, blast of escaping air, around w-e go, straighten out and pick up speed, another curve, slam on the brakes again, around we go—it became a monotony of ncise and jolting and curving into the darkness. I began to get sleepy. At a place called Tomellin, at 1 o’clock in the morning, we stopped for water. I gave the fireman some extra sigarets. climbed out of the cab, said “bueunos noches” and want hack to the day coach, bent on sleep.