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From [ndiana—Ernie Pyle

Riding. the - Zephyr Westward Is More Pleasant | Than Thrilling; Cab Trip Is Smoother Than Coach.

IDING THE ZEPHYR; WEST, Julie. fo Through special grant from the Burington Railroad, I was allowed to ride the cab of the flying Denver Zephyr.

When I asked them about it in Chicago

t! ey said, “Sure, you can ride the cab- all the® way from Chicago to Denver if you want to” 1

wig them I didn’t want to.

But I did ride up there twice—two hours during daylight crossing northern Illinois;! and two hours at night through Iowa. : It wasn’t as thrilling as I had expected. It was more pleasant than thrilling. The speed didn’t seem so terrific. Once, during the daylight ride, we hit 102 miles an hour for about 10 miles. It didn’t seem that fast. °° The engine cab is U-shaped. The engineer sits on the right- =. W&-5 4%: hand side, in an upholstered black Mr. Pyle leather chair with arms on it.

: feet. On the ‘dash before him are

two speedometers.

The fireman’s seat| is on the left side, and there is an extra seat in the middle. That's where I sat. It is very noisy in the cab The Diesels behind you. although in a separate room, make a terrific uproar. . Except for the vibration of the motors, it is smoother riding in the cab than back in the train. You don’t get that thrust when.you hit a curve that you get back in the cars.

The engineer attends strictly to business, although

he doésn’t seem tense even at ‘100 miles an hour. The |

crews are changed often, Seven different crews handle her on the 16-hour run between Chicago and Denver. I rode with three engineers in four hours. The Zephyr stops nowhere longer than two minutes. Some crews don’t have a single stop on their whole run. When they do change, the old ones jump out and the new ones say hello and jump in and boy they're gone, just like that. I had to run to make -it from the cab back to the. first goach door in time.

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Coasted at 65

N the tail end of my night ride I had a nice talk with Engineer George Haddon. He had done so well on his 100 miles of Iowa curves that he wound up with 20 minutes in which to do the last 18 miles, so he coasted in at 65, and we talked. In the dim light of the cab, Haddon looked to be a man in his early 40s. But he told, me he was 68. He likes piloting the Zephyrs. So bes his fireman, Smith.

You get there quicker, and it’s much cleaner, and

‘you don’t get such a shaking up. Fireman Smith said

that if you made their run in a steam engine at the same speed you'd have to go to bed when you got there.

Only two things happened on the whole ride that made me nervous. One was when we would go tear-{ ing through a railroad yard at 80 miles an hour, with all that spider-work of switches spread out before us, and I couldn’t help wondering what would happen if just one switch were turned wrong. The other was when 1 saw a truck at least a mile

wjahead of us climb slowly up the embankment and

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across the tracks and finally down the other side. It seemed to me that we were literally flying at him. ” 2 J

Made Jun of Tractor #

O I asked what aboyt hitting things at this speed. ‘It felt to me as if even hitting a pig would spread the Zephyr all over Iowa. But no. Seems they've hit several things. They wound a caterpillar tractor up into a mess of junk, but it merely broke a window in the Zephyr cab. They hit a car just out of Denver one evening. They were doing 85 at the time. The car exploded just like a shell, and the driver was literally ;blown out. He only got a broken leg. Nothing happened to the Zephyr. There was one little thing that gave me a thrill on the night ride. When we’d meet another train the qncoming engineer would turn out his headlight. They don’t do it for anything but the Zephyr. It’s in order not to blind the Zephyr engineer’s vision of his block signal lights ahead. 2 was tickled at one thing Engineer Haddon told . I asked him if-he'd ever ridden back in the eh on the Zephyr. He said no, that he wanted to, and his boss was trying to fix it up for him, but he wasn’t very hopeful. The man who pulls the famous Eephyr can’t even get a ride in it!

Mrs, Roosevelt's Day

By Eleanor Roosevelt

Dutchess = County . Home Club Is Entertained at Garden Party.

Was NGTON, Monday.—We had a very nice

home party out in the garden on Saturday ~ evening. The Roosevelt Home Club from Dutchess

County came down to spend the day in Washington and evidently had a most satisfactory time visiting all the points of interest. They had a buffet supper with us at 6:30, then saw a movie on the second floor and went back to their train. I asked! one little boy in the group if he wasn’t sleepy, for they had come down in day coaches. He

assured me that he had slept at least an hour and was"

not in thejleast tired! Mr. and Mrs. William Plég, who have for many years looked after my mother-in-law’s place at Hyde Park, stayed on with us for a day or two. I hve a féeling that Mr. Plog found the greenhouses much the most interesting of the many things he had seen. Yesterday was the first day I felt Stn had

_ really begun and that we could relax and enjoy life,

for all our big entertainments are over. We celebrated by having lunch and supper in the garden. Mr. and Mrs. Walter. Brown and their two little sons were staying with us. The boys were dressed in immacuiate white for luncheon. Afterward they asked permission to feed the squirrels and, and from a distance, we saw them wandering arcund the grounds with bags of nuts. An hour or so later they returned to us and announced they had been stuck in the elevator. They looked as though they had cleaned the elevator shaft and what was once immaculate white was sadly streaked with dirt. _ All little boys should look like this, however, and I was glad to see their mother take it calmly. They went off to the Smithsonian to see the dinosaurs ‘and then came back to have a swim.

Walter O'Keefe —

ISPATCHES from Italy report that the Italians D mistook Al Smith for President Roosevelt. I can’t understand what made them think he was Roosevelt unless Al went around giving away money to ail the natives. It's too bad the King of -Italy is visiting in Hungary right now. You know you don’t hear about the Italian King because Mussolini o lets him come ow Of higing one day a year.” He “just comes out on groundh®g day to cast his shadow. It's a ity the King was away because I'm sure Al would have liked to lay a wreath at the door of the unknown monarch. I hope that when Al visits Venice he doesn't forget himself and announce that he’s “gonna take a walk.” That brown derby would look funny floating along a Venetian canal with Al under it smoking

a cigar.

“And incidentally —if I Poorer starts jai

He doesn’t operate anything with his <3

\ is the second of six articles written

By MORRIS .GILBERT

NEA Service Staff Correspondent

‘WELVE hours together, merriment. At Thomas were in blossom.

and freshness.

May 18, 1778.

TUESDAY, JUNE L 1937

for NEA Service and The Times.

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the fiddles squealed their | Wharton's place fruit trees |

Billowing frocks of Philadelphia’s fair- | est daughters matched a peach-bloom world in dainty color | The “Mischianza” was a triumph, everybody said ‘so, from Lord Howe (in whose honor it was 1 given) to the meanest corporal of the Red-coat army, on |

The war seemed very far away, in Philadelphia, . on

Many eyes, at that giddy social peak df the British’ | occupation of the rebel capital, watched one couple.

belle was so radiant as Peggy Shippen, no gallant so debonair as Capt.. John Andre, organizer and master- of ceremonies: of the fete. They were surely a pair of star-cross’d lovers.

months later, was again the focus ‘of social attention in Philadelphia. She was a bride. Her groom was Gen. Benedict Arnold, exactly twice® her age, a widower with three children, crippled with

wounds, hard-bitten, notoriously, insolently brave and “dangerous.”

This was the man, who, a year and a half after Ris marriage, was to attempt to deliver the Americans’ greatest fortress and arms base, West Point, into the hands: of the enemy. ‘At the same time, as events developed, it would have been possible had the affair succeeded, to capture General Washington himself, Ar- » nold’s constant benefactor and support. The vici act of treachery was only foile® by the capture of the British conspirator, the same Andre who had danced so gayly with Peggy Shippen in 1778. Much water had flowed down the Schuylkill and the Delaware since the ‘‘“Mischianza,” when Peggy married Arnold. General Washington | had drummed the Redcoats ouf of town. Lord Howe had sailed for England. Captain Andre, in New York, had become a major.

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HE marriage was decidedly @a misalliance; many people said so. Arnold was nothing but a landless resolute sharked up in the boil of war. He had the faculty of making important enemies. He had missed his grades, His victories, splendid in.audac ity, had been stolen hy other generals. He had: no luck, he was suspect, disapproved, a man with a grievance, the victim of kitchen politics. Only one person really trusted him. That was George Washington.

Peggy was thé€'daughter of an eminent lawyer, Edward Shippen, a loyalist. “I trust,” Arnold wrote to" him, soliciting Peggy's hand, “our differences in political sentiments will be no bar to my happiness.”

Was Peggy herself a loyalist? Worse still, was she, an accomplice in Arnold's treason? Many have thought so, and there is some evidence. |

Andre corresponded with her after the British evacuated Philadelphia. Once, indeed, he offered to be, “of service” to her, perhaps n Innocent courtesy. To the lengthy correspondence which prefaced the treason plot, Peggy sometimes added personal commissions to be done for her in New York. That augured hel, knowledge of the conspiracy.

Peggy Shippen, 11;

Benedict Arnold

F the question of her innocence or guilt divides historians, general agreement exists on another point: Peggy Shippen Arnold was eternally loyal in exile to the man she had wedded for better or for worse. The bargain she had made at the altar she kept. Arnold’s plot, miscarrying, brought no profit to British forces. The net result’ was the hanging of Maj. Andre as a'spy. Arnold’s repute. was not rendered less evil thereafter. The rapine of British troops who burned Richmond under his command, the massacre by his men of the Yankee garrison of Ft. Griswold after its ‘surrender, made his name synibolic of vandalism and wanton butchery. England, he found, wasted no sentiment on traitors. The good will of George II was slight comfort. Arnold was presented at court, as a wounded hero, supported on the arm of Sir Guy Carleton. He was perceived strolling with the Prince of Wales.

But at the play, the audience hissed Arnold. He was avoided in the street. He became a minor political issue. The Whigs of- . ficially despised him. The Tories, ‘whose man he should have been, - found his record too equivocal to stomach. Once a noble lord, Surrey by name, rose to speak in Parliament. Casting his eyes up-

ward, he noted Arnold in the bal- ~

cony and sat down. “I will not speak while that man is in the House,” he observed. Few doors were opened to. the Connecticut freebooter and his beauteous wife. They came to know the agony of loneliness and) the world’s disdain. Worst of all, Arnold ‘was deprived of the chance to ply the trade for which he had a decided and vio-: lent genius. He was refused a

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The Indianapolis Times

Entered es at Postotrice,

“WITH T HE WOMEN T HEY LOVED’ Even in Disgrace Benedict Arnold Kept Love of Peggy Shippen

What does the future hold for the men who renounced the throne « of England and the American divorcee whom he is making his wife?.. Some clue, perhaps, can be uncovered by turning the pages of history and studying the stories of other famous “Lovers in Exile.”

Peggy Shippen

Avoided on the street, hated by those whose cause he had served, Benedict Arnold strolled the streets of London (as sketched above) iwith only the loyalty of his beautiful young wife to console him in his

exile from the America he betrayed.

regular Goymiasion in the British army. Even in 1798, when all Britain was mobilized to fight the French, his services were rejected. Arnold soon became destitute and was forced into commerce.

He traded between the West Indies, St. John’s, and England, and, as usual, his luck was out. In the French wars, he fitted out privateers, ‘and lost them. Nothing worked. There was something persistently crazy, desperate, even sinister, about his luciless projects. : ” » 2

HE desolate, chill. dawn of London crept down the quiet street. The sound of a slammed door echoed in the ears of the woman who waited. She tried to calculate the time: So much time to get to Kilburn Well. So much time to arrange the preliminaries, pace off the distance, load the pistols, spread the :surgical kit on’ the ground . . . So short a time for a pistol ball to strike home!

Peggy Arnold while her husband was dueling with Lord Lauderdale, sought to distract herself by writing a letter.

“Weak woman as I am,” she wrote, “I would not wish to pre- . vent what would be deemed necessary to preserve his honor.” In that short sentence is fixed forever the salient virtue of the character of Peggy Shippen Arnold. Her pride was as deep etched as that of her blustering pridebitten husband himself. Her loyalty to that and to him was ultimate.

The letter finished, sie waited

again. There was presently a com-

motion at the door. Arnold lived. The “insinuations” regarding his conduct in America were honorably assuaged. And here was the . Earl of Lauderdale himself, calling to “express concern that I had been unhappy,” as she recorded later.

It was probably the most satisfactory moment in Arnold's whole later career. But it did not bring much lasting comfort to him or his wife. “What strikes one most in it all,” a chronicler remarks, summing up the case of Benedict and Peggy Arnold, “is the frightful, desperate solidarity of husband and wife, through Heaven and Hell.”

Again it is observed: “The most

IMS and principles of the National Lawyers’ Guild, a growing organization of liberal attorneys, are outlined in the following article from the guild’s news letter by John P.- Devaney of Minnesota,

president of the ‘national organization:

In this crisis, what is the position of the average lawyer and what is ‘his duty to his profession and to his country? The challenge to lead goes out to the lawyers. It is an imperative challenge. It cannot be dis‘regarded. - bf We should therefore top to examine the position of the lawyer as an individual and as a ~ommunity

leader at this critical time. I really believe, and I think every thoughtful lawyer agrees with me, that the integrity continuity. of our legal system depends upon the public respect for our courts and lawyers, and that at this time that respect is at a very low ebb. In recent years there has been an alarming growth of nonconfidence in law and in the administra tion of law. ; os on ”

ND so, when the American Bar Association, the only nationally organized group of lawyers in this country, representing little more than 15 per cent of the lawyers, against the opposition of many of its own members, undertakes to defeat the Child Labor Amendment, social security legislation, minimum

wage laws and other ‘laws designed - Weliate; it not tle |:

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profession which pride to the unselfish sacrifice and labor of many members to improve the lot of the ordinary man and

to save him from oppression and

exploitation.

I am a member of the American Bar Association. .I recognize that

it has done valuable work in many | But it has naturally come

fields. under the leadership of the most successful lawyers of the profession, whose - professional duties = have brought them into contact with the most successful and powerful clients of the country. It is not unnatural that its leaders should come to share the viewpoints and even, shall I say, prejudices of their clients rather than

| the viewpoint of the great mass of

lawyers within and without. the association. ® £3 s HE National Lawyers Guild has ‘as its prime objective, the task of convincing the ordinary citizen that all the members of the bar are not working to defeat the legitimate demands and aims of the great

masses of people, for a better and |

fuller life. . : The Guild is irrevocably committed to the protection of civil rights and liberties. It is irrevocably committed to the promotion of social legislation intended for the better protection and preservation of human rights from those who would destroy those rights in the name and under the guise of seeking the protection of property. If we are to return to positions

of leadership: Be nation, we must | lie

can point with)

Purposes of National Lawyers Guild Are Explained by President

restraint upon individual enterprise, propensities and acquisitive egoism in agriculture, industry and labor. The tradition that government is

solely for the purpose of promoting:

the highest welfare of the governed collectively and ineviduly must be understood. a ” ” = E are conscious of the ecoY nomic difficulties which many of our fellow lawyers endure today. We are conscious of the responsibility which is ours. We sincerely believe that an association of liberal lawyers who recognize the importance of safeguarding and extending the rights of all the people of our country, however himble they may be, and who look upon the law as a living and flexible instrument which must be adapted to the needs of the people, must.succeed and that in this country, of the 175,000 lawyers, many thousands will find in the National Lawyers’ Guiid those ideals and principles that will comfort and inspire them. The National Lawyers Guild is not political. It is liberal. It is for-ward-looking. It is inspired by high and unselfish motives. e Guild has indorsed ‘the President's judicial proposal. It has indorsed the Child Labor Amendment, social security legislation, the protection of civil liberties and the principle of collective bargaining. The National Lawyers Guild will not hesitate to take a position on other measures as they come before our people during the years which ‘before us, alwdys lavoring ‘the

-Usually those proposals have been

assuaging aspect of the strange tragedy is the tenderness of his young and lovely wife; the enfold- | ing, sustaining affection that

shines like a delicate, pale star in the chaos of utter ruin.”

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T was not only spiritual support . that Peggy gave her husband in exile. She bore him child after child. And more practical still, she found the money, through her father — then chief justice of Pennsylvania — for his wildcat, scatterbrained ventures end their actual sustenance.

The judge's remittances totaled many thousand pounds, his son-in-law having a curiously debonair way with money. All his investments were gambles, most of them taken against his wife's advice. If Arnold was notoriously reckless, Peggy was highly scrupulous. The child-bride had developed into

a woman of strong character. At his death, in 1801, she was able to square away his obligations, satisfr her own innate determination to look the world square in the face, debtless. She sold the furniture, the wine cellar, “and many other comforts.” “I am now living,” she writes, “in a very small house in Bryanston Street, using furniture purchased from Carlow (a servant) who is now a more independent woman than her mistress . . . My father is very good to me. But for his aid, I should have suffered still more wretchedness'. ..” Then comes the news: “I have paid every ascertained debt due from the estate of my late lamented husband. I will not attempt to describe to you the toil it has been for me, but may without vanity add that few women could have effected what I have done.”

She died in 1804. In those last years one wonders if she remembered Philadelphia in that heady spring of 1778 when (like Wallis Warfield so many years later, making her debut at a war-time cotillion in Baltimore) -he was a belle of the town. Did she regret those years of self-imposed exile? She never said.

NEXT: The romance in exile of the poet Shelley and the beautiful woman who became his mistress, then his wife.

Chronic Worriers Always

Wtih Us, Says

Clapper

. By RAYMOND CLAPPER Times Special Writer

ASHINGTON, June 1. — A member of the House of Commons, who belongs to the Conservative Party, was in my office this week asking me about the New Deal. After he had questioned me, I asked him, “Do you think the New -Deal is radical?”

He replied: “Not by comparison

with what my country and .other| -

countries have done. But I suppose to many Americans it seems so by comparison with your own history because . you have not had much of this sort of thing before. I must say, if it is not impertinent to have an opinion, that I prefer your present way.” “And you are a member of the Conservative Party?” I asked.

“Oh,” he replied, “that covers a multitude of sins.”

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NFORTUNATELY, most of us do not have time to read back over newspaper files for the last 50 years. During that period numerous sporadic attempts have been made to. improve economic conditions.

opposed with the same hysterical shrieks of fear which are again heard. in connection with the Administration’s new Wage and Hour Bill. The country-club blues have been with us a ‘long time.

If you look back to the newspaper files of 1895 and read reports of the Supreme Court's decision holding the income tax unconstitutional, you will find, for instance, that it was denounced from the Supreme Bench as socialistic. ‘Justice Field in a concurring opinion--the majority opinion being too tame a dish for his fiery indignation—said of the income tax: “The present assault upon capital is but the beginning. It will be but the stepping-stone to others, larger and more sweeping, till our political contests will become a war of the poor against the rich.”

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TOR those of us who cannot take the time to read bulky newspaper files, Bruce Bliven, editor of the New Republic, has done a valuable bit of research, the results of which he has adapted into an article in his current issue entitled “Diary of a Worrier.” A reading of these findings is calculated to cure those suffering from New Deal insomnia, those who lie awake nights fearing for the Republic, and whose panting alarms are sounded every time Roosevelt attempts to dg anything to improve economic conditions. In 1903 they were worrying because the first Roosevelt approved of a crazy idea that would limit children’s work in factories to an eighthour day and a 48-hour week. American industry would never survive such ‘a proposal. Mr. Bliven found that when a bill was passed forbidding railroads from . making rebates to big customers it was denounced as socialism. The country ‘would never stand it.

abolish child labor. Again over the Oregon law limiting women to 10 hours a day. “Oregon factories will just move to some other states, and these women who are so fussy will be out of a job entirely.” They threw the same: fits again ‘when the income tax amendment was 0posed. The most outrageous idea in history, this was. ” ” 2 ORKMEN'’S compensation proposals caused another apoplectic attack. When a workman is injured, can’t he go into the courts and sue? Socialism under a new guise., When Illinois passed a law providing widows’ pensions, the worriers knew that healthy women capable of holding jobs would sit around and let the taxpayers support them, or even adopt children to getiin on the graft. And Woodrow Wilson. The things that Senator Carter Glass was doing then! The Federal Reserve system. Putting the Government into the banking business. Socialism again. All except three Republicans in the Senate stood fast for American principles and voted against the

wild-haired scheme of Senator Glass.

And so on, right down to this week, You'll find it all being said again about the wage-and-hour bill. The same old stuff. What's this country coming to?

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HEARD IN CONGRESS

Rep. Woodrum' (D. Va.), discussing economy: There was a colored preacher who had been for a number of years trying to point the way to a better life to his congregation. But a certain element grew up that were not satisfied with his ministrations. They. therefore, called a meeting of the governing body of this little church and decided to ask for his resignation. The next morning when the congregation met, a' committee got up and told the parson they would like to have his resignation. The minister said, “I do not understand this action, gentlemen. What is -the matter? What have I done?” Speaking to the chairman of the committee he said, “Ain’t I challenged the devil?” The chairman said, “Yes, Parson, you shore does challenge the devil, I'll say that for you.” The parson said, “Well, don’t I argufy the scriptures?” The chairman said, “Parson. I has to admit that you does argufy the scriptures.” minister said, “Don’t I disputify the scriptures?” The chairman said, “Yes; I'll have to admit you disputify the scriptures.” - “Well, then, what's the matter with my. preaching?” The chairman, somewhat hardpressed, said, “Parson, I'll tell you, you challenges the ‘devil all right, you argufy the scriptures fine, you disputify the scriptures, but the trouble with you is you don't specify wherein.” : Mr. Chairman, when you cut 10 ‘cent, 15. per | cent, or any other [ wherein. Where

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‘Is Fuel for Mr. Scherrer,

ODAY, if only for a moment, 1 want to *

dip intg that narrow margin between the incredible and the merely inexplicable, where everything is possible, even the wearing of shirtwaists.

Maybe you don’t know it, ok Toda. apolis had an awful lot of do with the ladies weare ing. shirtwaists back in 1900. More than anybody I'm sure of it, because I remember that it

was in January of that year that Mr. A. P. Hurst, a drygoods salesman from New York, arrived and registered” at the Bates House. He hardly had time to ring for ice-water when a Journal reporter arrived to interview him, and it was on that occasion that: Mr. Hurst assured the world that: “The shirtwaist will be with us more than ever this summer. Women are wearing shirtwaists because they are comfortable, because they can be made to fit any form and because they are mannish. Sleeves will be smaller, but still not tight. The shirtwaist has come to stay.” Mr. Hurst’s prediction was wired all over the coune try, and probably had more to do with the shirtwaist vogue than anybody knows. To be sure, Mr. Hurst went wrong on his prediction, but even so, it lasted long enough. As a Thasier of fact, it lasted - three years. On the other hand, ls Mr. Hurst knew what he was talking about, because if my eyes deceive me not, the shirtwaist is trying ‘awful hard to stage a come-back. I don’t look into show-windows for nothing.

Mr. Scherrer *-

2 2 2 Looks Into Banks Too DON'T look into banks for nothing, either. example, it was in my banker's basilica the other day that I ran across a little bronze tablet which reads “We sell Mellon’s ¥ traveler checques.” Get that— checques! I couldn’t believe my eyes. Mr. Mellon, I might as well confess, has up till now always impressed me with his rigid adherence to American principles—at any rate, with his American practices. I liked him as Secretary of the Treasury and I liked him even more when he made up his mind to wear long pants to the Court of St. James’. And I'm here to tell you that I can’t reconcile these performe ances with his use of the word ¢checques.”

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Smacks of Fereign Influence

OR one thing, the word “checques” smacks of fore eign influence and entangling alliances. For ane other, it violates every American tradition and unless we nip it in the bud, next thing we know we’ll have the monocle with us. ; I have spent: a lot' of time trying to reconcile sir Mellon's exemplary behavior with his sign, and the best I can do is to believe that, like a lot of other executives, Mr. Mellon doesn’t know one half of what is going on in his bank. Like as not, he delegates this part of his business te somebody who has the habit of reading the "1 vertisements in Vogue.

A Woman's View By Mrs. Walter Ferguson

Hungry-Hearted Women Seem Realest Tragedy of Modern Times.

HE nation is taking notice of an Oklahoma City, experiment. Dr. W. A. McKeever, practical psy= chologist, has started a glorified marriage bureau in his church where the lovelorn of all ages may go to hear the Scriptures and get acquainted with the opposite sex; object matrimony. The men attended somewhat reliictantly—wouldn’t you just know it, the selfish things? But Mr. McKeever and the ladies hope for a decrease in masculine timidity soon. We hope so too. The realest tragedy of our age is the growing army of heart-hungry women who go through their years lonely and alone because conventional codes prevent them from meeting eligible men. We put it like that because we know that there would be no danger of any woman not getting herself a husband if she could make the proper contacts. we girls, young or old, need is time and opportunity, We are sorry to say, however, that we're a bit skeptical about the experiment in promoting love matches. Cupid; we well know, makes ia stealthy ape

‘proach and his victims generally suffer surprise ate

tacks. ‘Maybe it’s because we have never been in-a mate hufiting mood that we feel any prearranged assole ment of marriageable couples wcald kill all the joy

in what is for most women a predatory affair. The:

first time somebody said “Here! This is the guy who suits you!” we'd take an instant dislike for the| person and wouldn't marry him if he were the Duke of Windsor himself. It may be possible that stodgy middle age will be satisfied with such a cut-and-dried plan, but we're almost" certain it won't please the youngsters.

New Books Today ay PUBLIC LIBRARY PRESENTS—

ITH his family, J. B. Priestly, author of “The Good Companions” and. “They Walk in the City,” has spent a winter in Arizona. Now, on the next day, they are leaving. And during this last MIDNIGHT ON THE DESERT (Harper), Mr. Priestly pauses to savor his experiences in the United States and to philosophize a little over this various and astonishing people. He sees again the starlit, moonless night skies of the desert. He repeats his conversation with the shrewd, friendly movie director who unwittingly reveals to him a chill, desolate wasteland in American life, where thrive the gangster and the racketeer. He views again Boulder Dam, and—reflecting upon the community of effort involved in its erection, and finding in the American people an" essentially communal spirit—he discovers here the basis for a native com= munism., Visiting Hollywood, he finds an unreal city, where houses, gardens, streets, have all the air of cleverly contrived “props, ” and| where the people, iso= lated from the main current of American life, whirl in a vortex all their own. 88 2 N unusually striking story with the music of & madman as the predominant force throughout, is FOOL’S MELODY, by the anonymous author of. “Miss Tiverton Goes Out” (Bobbs-Merrill)., The scene is laid in Sussex, England, in the home of a country doctor to whom “casés” are sent from London. The chief character is Sidney Patch, once _a famous musician but now a ‘mental patient under the care of Dr. Lennard. It is the influence of this deranged man on al} with whom he comes in contact) through his genius for - understanding and his insight into the essential truth of things, that is the essence of] this remarkable novel, The doctor's daughters, the other “inma Leila, the housekeeper, who is really more than a servant, all come under the spell of his

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