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| Tousis Train Has Two Coaches

| Exclusively for Women and ' All Men Are Barred from Them.

STILL RAILROADING THROUGH WYOMING, June 5.—The conductor on the Challenger stopped a stewardess and asked if she could show me through the women's coac/ es. ‘! can’t right now,” she said, “but I can have [them ready in about 10 minutes.” = Ye», there's a “No Man's Land” on this fms tourist train. Two coaches, exclusively for women : and children. No man can go through. Not even the conductor, unless the stewardess goes with him! ; Women in these two cars ride in their pajamas, or their nightgowns, if they want to. They can start a 2000-mile - journey with 16 kids and know theyll get along all right. And know the Kids won't be annoying childless travelers. I felt pretty big getting permission to look through this exclusive place. Stewardess Lennette | Peterson took me through. After a while the other stewardess, Beatrice Van Ackeren, came past, and the three of us sat in the women's loung: in the end of-the car and talked for half an hour. Women came past and stared daggers at me. I's always felt that hostesses on airplanes and train: were so much cream puff. But not these girls. They work. . They're nice-looking girls, but theyre also the . kind| you'd like to have around in case of trouble. To b:zin with, they have to be registered nurses. Their job i3n’t to make the passengers happy just by sitting and {alking to them. Their job is to do things. Thiey have to help take care of all these Kids. And | because of the fame of these two exclusive coaches, it isn’t unusual at all for the Challenger to pull into Chicago with 50 babies aboard. Allloi of parents are now sending children clear across the continent alone, in charge of these stewardesses. That's where the stewardesses have their fun, and pheir trouble.

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BEY usually get along all rigit. by let‘in2 tk~ child know right off the bat who's boss. But once in’ a while they get an incorrigible. 1 asked 11 uicy u ever spanked any of the kids. They smiled and said no. ut they said the conductor took a little girl out in the vestibule one night and spanked her. After that! she was good. Miss Peterson's charge on our trip was a little colored girl, going alone from Chicago to Los Angeles. Her hair stuck out like a wild man’s, and she had a card |tiedyaround her neck with a piece of string. She |showed' me her tag and grinned. It gave her name (Helen Smith) and the address she was going to il Los~ Angeles. She followed the .girls around everywhere, but she was demure and very quiet. Tlie! girls carry full medical kits. And they use them. foo. A lot of people get nose-bleed, and some get sic nd even hysterical, when they hit the line's high point—=8000 feet at Sherman, Wyo. The| irls are psychologists as well as nurses. They ve ot so they don’t let people know when they get ©o Sherman. That way. they don't seem to get so sick, Girls |L ve Their Work THEY ove the work. Miss Peterson has been rid- - ing the Challenger for more than a year. The very rst |night she was aboard, a man went violently insane and two children were terribly sick. She had to mike draw-sheet or whatever you call it to tie

Mérgaret Graham, stewardess on the Burlington's

fast | Zephyr between Chicago and Denver, told me that ‘most of the passengers riding tHe day coaches on the streamliner were making journeys of sadness— rushifig to sick friends, going to funerals, some sort of farnily tragedy on the other end; poor people riding a fas; train because they had to get there quickly. But the girls on the Challenger said that wasn't true ‘vf most of their passengers. They are traveling mostly on vacations; moving from one part of the country to -another to live; going visiting. The Challenger isn’t as fast as the streamliners. So it carries more, gaiety, and fewer heartbreaks plunging sadly across the continent, trying to get there in time.

Mrs.Roosevelt's Day By | Eleanor Roosevelt

Admires Person Who Accepts What

Life Brings in Undaunted Spirit.

EW YORK, Friday—I think one of the quali(ties I admire most in the world is the courage which accepts whatever life may bring, and goes on with undiminished zest in life and apparent joy. It is. comparatively easy to bear the blows of fate in a bitter and somber spirit, but you do not add much to tiie gaiety of a rather dreary world. Yesterday afternoon I visited a woman who has not had an easy life. She is beautiful today, not as she [vas as a young girl, but in growing |older depth and| sweetness have wiped out such minor things as lines of physical suffering and sorrow. Bhysically, she is greatly handicapped, but mentally and spiritually you leave -her presence with a - sen$g that you have at last met an eager spirit. She is spill keen to do things, has lost none of her curiosity, is kindly in her attitude toward others and gallant and gay in her whole approach to a life whith must be lonely at times and which is filled with! a rather constant physical pain. dust before I left she said: “I hope that if I thotight it was necessary for the general good of the peaple in my country for me to live on a much rediiced and very moderate income level, I would appraich the change without any trepidation and with the feeling that I will always have with me my congenial friends.” When you realize what any change in material circumstances means to ap individual who moves with great difficulty, that kind of spirit leaves you with a lump in your throat. ! "Today the commencement of the Todnunter School took place at the Junior League Clubhouse. The address was given by Dr. Hendrik Willem Van Loon ang I am sure that the young things who listened to ‘him will not forget.the impression he made upon then. {Graduations to me are never entirely cheerful occasions. You feel you should be grateful that another group of young people have successfully "accomplished something which they started out to do. Bu! there is a curious similarity between graduations ane weddings. In both cases the young people are entering upon a new and somewhat hazardous adventure, the success of which lies largely in their own hands. We elders knowing the pitfalls and the difficulties cannot help, while wishing them every success, trembling a little at some of the experiences which we know they must go through.

Walter O'Keefe —

AISPATCHES say that Hitler, the pouting paperhanger, is burning up because Braddock's manager broke a contract. Adolf can’t possibly understand how anybody can break a written agreement. Well! Well! Added Adolf, the Katzenjammer Kid, is certainly giving Mickey Mouse a run for his money as the funniest animated cartoon in the world. | It’s too bad Schmeling had nobody to fight him. Germany sent the wrong guy. If they had put Hi ler in the ring, there would have been no saortage of opponents. i il Hue spond be in great condition. I don’t know alibut_his left arm, but he’s peen giving that “right” of his plenty of workouts. iL If the German screwball keeps throwing that “heanball” at public opinion, he'll be ruled out of rzanized warfare.

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‘With the Women They Loved’

(Last of a Series)

By Morris Gilbert

NEA Staff Writer HE exile of Carol, Crown Prince of Rumania, and his red-headed Magda Lupescu, when they lived in a villa in the Paris suburb of Neuilly, was an exile of seclusion. Whatever his reputation might have been as a gay dog—and people brought up his earlier flight and his morganatic marriage with Zizi Lambrino as proof of incorrigible light headedness—he had little

chance to indulge himself. The villa was set back from the broad Boulevard Bineau, where much of the heavy traffic into Paris from the westward flowed, and was surrounded by a high wall, French style. It was closely guarded with Carol's own little group of muscle-men to keep out the curious, the dangerous, - and the press. If Carol was interviewed at all during his years in Neuilly, it was mostly by journalists of his own race—and they certainly had little chance of publication. Carol was handicapped by lack of money. His country had cut him off the national “civil list,” that appropriation which monarchies set aside for the support of their kings and royal families. He had a private fortune of his own, estimated at $30,000 a year. But efforts: were made to deprive him even of this, and there were times when he was literally broke. Beside that, he was in some danger. His expenses were large. Much as the beautiful Lupescu, already turning - decidedly plump, wanted to live quietly, it was impossible, Carol had to keep a retinue of confidential aids. His efforts, first to have his way about Lupescu, next to capture the throne whic. he had never in his heart abandoned, meant expenditures. His agents in various places, in Milan, Zurich, London and elsewhere, had to be supported.

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O the records of Carol's carousing, of merry, light-hearted amusement, despite the tradition of such goings-on, are rare. He Jwas practically a prisoner of his own will in a foreign land. Occasionally, to be sure, Carol and- Magda turned up in one or another of Paris’ exclusive night clubs. Her beauty was mature but evident, her tawny-red hair a wonderful contrast to the emeralds which were her favorite gems. They didn’t seem to have much fun on their parties. Too much protection, too much gaping and intrusion on the part of the crowd or the ubiquitous reporters. Too much danger, also, for a man might have earned a reward by doing away with Carol. Furthermore, Lupescu in exile showed herself to be what tims has since proved she is—a domestic type. Her interest was certainly Carol, probably power, but not a gaudy frivolity. Carol

By Willis Thornton

NEA Staff Writer T\ETROIT, June 5.—The agressive C. I. O. unionization drive on the Ford Motor Co. at Dearborn. which has already met with

plant gateways, attention to Harry Bennett.

Bennett is the most shadowy, | legendary figure in Detroit. For

i years one has heard his name whispered up and down the .town. Especially since the sit-down strikes and the increasing tension between the C. I: O. and unorganized Ford's, you héar the whispers more and more often, “Harry Bennett, Harry Bennett.” Few of the people who whisper his name really know anything about him. For there are at least two Harry Bennetts. Maybe three. One Bennett is the one you hear described around the union halls. He is the super-Pinkerton who runs the most elaborate espionage system in the world, whose operatives check the numbers of every car parked within blocks of a union meeting. He is the man whose “service men” patrol the Ford plant in twos and threes, eyes cocked for trouble, and noting every group when two or more men talk together. The man who lives and works in a veritable citadel and whose records tell ‘him at a glance how many times every Ford employee has talked to union organizers, and how much he owes the butcher.

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E is the man who has organized a vigilante force of 1000 favored Ford workers, pledged to eject instantly any fellow-em-ployees who show signs of wanting to “sit down.” The man who has mysterious knowledge of the underworld enabling him to solve crimes that baffled the regular police, and to fill up the Ford plant | with ex-convicts who owe him so | much they will do anything for him. In short, a ruthless, hardboiled, bull-necked desperado who will do anything to prevent unions getting a hold at Ford's. That is the picture of Bennett given you in every union headquarters. That it is a picture distorted to some extent by the welter of rumors which have al-

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Renunciation of his rights to the Rumanian throne were attributed

to young Prince Carol's playboy proclivities headed Magda Lupescu, his companion in exile.

and affection for redBut the records reveal

that such champagne pa-ties as the couple participated in above at Paris.

were comparatively rare: Carol couldn’t afford to splurge.

Alluring

Magda, pictured right caressing a pet at their temporary haven in England, returned to Rumania after Carol seized the throne.

really settled down” under the influence of Magda Lupescu. Carol's own summation of his situation in exile was pronounced in 1926, shortly after he discarded Bucharest for Paris, in one of the rare interviews he gave: . “Princes have a right to their souls,” he said. The same .sentiments have recently been uttered, in different words, by the Duke of Windsor. Edward's cousin Carol made his point, and so far it has stuck. He recaptured his throne. How different Carol's attitude was from that of Edward's is well expressed by another utterance he made in exile.

“I did not leave my country for love of her,” said Carol, referring to Magda Lupescu. “It is all lies to say so. What man would renounce a throne for the sake of a woman?”

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RINCE CAROL'S exile was divided into two phases. The first was Jieforenine death of his father, King Ferdinand, the second was after. In the earlier period, Carol was only potentially a menace to his enemies in Rumania. He was a public scandal, to be sure, but his father's presence on the throne made his goings=on less important than they became later. Ferdinand died in 1927, and from that moment, Carol was a force working in secret against the regency which governed Rumania in the name of his son, the infant King Michael. Carol's movements became more mysterious. He was seen on the Riviera in very impoverished circumstances. He went to Italy for a while. Now and then he dodged off to Switzerland. He tried England, but the English would have none of either him or Lupescu.

Mysterious Harry Bennett, figure behind Ford police.

ways flooded industrial there seems little' doubt. There is another Bennett. It is the Ford picture of a man who has worked his way to the .top through sheer ability and faithfulness; of an ex-gob who went up through policing to genuine industrial statesmanship; whose defense against union intrusion at Ford consists simply in a just labor policy that insures equal pay with any other auto plant, and protects the worker against arbitrary firing by his foreman. : No foreman fires a man directly

at Ford's. Ye sends the man to Bennett's personnel office, and there he is usually given another assignment in the plant. This Bennett is the one who believes in giving ex-convicts a chance, and who hires them only for the highest social motive. ’ It is the man who has done hundreds of little Kkindnesses to

Detroit,

children and down-and-outers, who

paints portraits, thinks Moby Dick the greatest story ever written, and has rendered service on the Michigan Prison Commission. :

Came the time when Neuilly seemed either too dangerous or too dull, or both, to Carol and Magda. He thereupon installed her in the Chateau de Belleme in Nor-

' mandy. Again, the news of his ac-

tivities was a sensation. The press

established heaquarters close to

the chateau much as recently it stcod watch at the Chateau de Cande in Touraine, residence of the Duke of Windsor and Mrs. Wallis Warfield. Photographers tried to catch pictures of the couple. As today, the French authorities valiantly helped the henchmen of

"the fascinating twain to repel the

newsmen’s assault. ” ” ”

EANWHILE, Paris became again a hive of foreign plotting. Just as Venezuelan revolutions were plotted—and probably still are—at the Cafe de la Paix and its environs, Rumanian conspiracies flourished on and off the boulevards. The hotel became an unofficial Rumanian legation, filled with plotters and playboys from the Balkans. © Naturally, spies were present, too, dodging around behind the green marble columns of the lobby. Queen Marie returned from her celebrated visit to the United States. She was going home to Bucharest, and she stopped at the Ritz in Paris. The great question was: Would she see her son? Politically, they were enemies. Carol had flouted his beautiful mother for the sake of Magda. It was always the tragedy of Marie’s life that she could not understand, could not win, her son. But they were mother and child, after all. And there was every reason to believe that personally they were devoted to each other. She had spoiled Carol as a child, defended him from his rigid, un-

Harry Bennett, Ford Personnel Chief, Detroit F

OMEWHERE between these pictures is the Bennett you see when you go to his office in the basement of the Ford general offices at Dearborn. Behind a large desk, answering from time to time a phone that hisses softly instead of ringing, sits Bennett. His lieutenants drift in and out, and over the phone go crisp suggestions to Ford plant managers and gruff orders to his own ‘service department” men out on the job in various plants. Bennett, who was a topclass lightweight boxer in the Navy during the World War, under the name of Sailor Reece, still has the nervous, impatient, tight-drawn manner that goes with it. Snappy suit, bow tie, blue shirt without vest, scarred face and restless eyes figure in the picture. Bennett was in the intelligence department of the Navy during the war, and was assigned to stop sabotage that was ruining the motors of Eagle boats which Ford was then building to end the submarine menace. Bennett stopped it, and drew the attention of Edsel and Henry Ford, ” ” ” HEY hired him after the war, partly as personal bodyguard and family detective, partly in building up the Ford private police system. He is still regarded as “Ford’s personal man” rather than a general employee of the Ford Motor Co. \ He-is credited with breaking up at least one attempt to kidnap Edsel Ford's children, and he certainly helped solve Detroit's -famous Jackie Thompson kidnaping case in 1919. Some $20,000 paid by Jackie's father for “information” was paid back to him in the Ford offices in the presence of Detroit police. And shortly afterward police got on the track of the kidnapers and Jackie was returned. : Soon after that, Bennett's car was peppered with bullets on the Ypsilanti road. He always claimed he was just caught in the cross-fire

of a bootleg feud. Much the same-

thing happened only a few weeks ago when five men drove their car into the side of Bennett's on Greenfield road. Bennett jumped out, his own car. went over the curb and into a tree. He drew his revolver (with which he is a sure shot) and the other car fled.

sympathetic, Hohenzollern father. Carol loved her then. Probably he loved her now. Would they meet in Paris?

Every day of her Paris visit, Marie was dogged by the press. A constant watch at the Ritz was uneventful. Marie refused to be interviewed, declined to announce her plans. GA the last day, it became known that Marie was taking the train from the Gare de I'Est. Early in the evening by an elaborate ruse she eluded newshawks. An hour later she appeared at the railway station. One correspondent, brighter than the rest, had a good idea. He left the. crowd, and went looking for Marie's car. It was still there. The chauffeur talked. He had driven Marie to an address in the Rue de Varenne, and she had stayed 45 minutes. The telephone completed the story. The correspondent called the address in the Rue de Varenne and innocently asked: “Has Prince Carol left yet?” The answer came: “Yes, he just left about five minutes ago.” Carol and his mother had met!” on 2”

2 HE wanderings of Carol and his beautiful red-head were drawing to a“close. The way for his_return to Rumania was being paved. Sfrong influences were working for him at home, and all

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that Carol need do was present himself in person in his own land to be acclaimed King. On a certain early morning in May, 1930, Carol and Lupescy, with a couple of young Rumanians, boarded a {rain at the Gare de 1'Est. . The car they were in was marked “Bucharest,” bub the quartet descended at Luzerne in Switzerland. It was merely a “holiday.” But it. was at Luzerne and in Milan that the final arrangements for the coup d'etat were made, during that “holiday.” A month later, Carol climbed into an ‘airplane at Le Bourget, and descended at-the Bucharest airport a few hours later.” In a few days more, he was the King. Not many weeks afterward, Magda Lupsscu quietly returned to Rumania. It was a secret move, about which there was much mystery. There she has been ever since, at Carol's elbow, Carol of Rumania has been able to accomplish what, to date, it seems improbable the Duke of Windsor will ever do. cake and have it, too.

"Our Footloose First Lady,” a series concerning Mrs. Roosevelt, bégins on this page Monday.

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Wage Bill Is Backed By Employer, Clapper Says

By Raymond Clapper

ASHINGTON, June 5.— An industrialist appeared before the Joint Congressional Committee to discuss the Administration’s new Wages-and-Hours Bill. After hearing New Dealers and theorists on this subject, it would be a change to listen tp a practical man—a businessman who has had to meet a payroll. Such men are supposed to know more about wages-and-hours legislation than others who merely think about it.

Industrialist Robert W. Johnson sat down at the Committee table as the first “practical-minded” witness. He lives in Princeton, N. J., and is president of Johnson & Johnson, one of the largest manufacturers of surgical dressings and hospital supplies. He employs 5000 persons, owns three textile mills and other factories, and appears to be in his middle forties.

Industrialist Johnson begins as all businessmen do, saying: “We cannot conduct our business unless our currency is stable, which means that at a reasonably early date we must have a balanced budget and some adjustment of the present burdensome .tax structure.”

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E goes on to say that the prosperity of all industry rests upon the buying power masses and that he therefore has a selfish interest in the welfare of these people. . . . Liberal-minded business leaders throughout the country believe in the principle of shorter hours and higher wages and while some years ago the numbcr of such men was unfortunately too few, today their ranks are being augmented each week. Business men, he thinks, are concerned because they see that although prosperity is returning it is not of itself solving unemployment. It is not of itself bringing relief either to heavily burdened taxpayers, to the unemployed, nor to those who work excessively long hours for less than decent pay. States can’t handle the problem. Industrialist Johnson is willing to try out the Administration plan.... “This bill, as I understand it, is to set a floor for wages below which we may not go and to set a maximum hour beyond which we may not go. This is obviously fair to all and it only remains for us to work out the right number of hours which

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weekly wage which will establish a decent standard of living for those who are paid the minimum,” He suggests a minimum of $16 a week and a maximum of 40 hours, and flexibility in seeking to establish higher standards with a general 30-hour week as the goal.

n zn ” “y AM urging that this bill be approved in accordance with the principle of enlightened self-interest and that in passing this legislation you will be doing a great thing for business and a great thing for millions of American employees.” Mr. Johnson has a six-hour day

in one of his textile mills and in.

some of his other establishments. He says with a laugh that some of his colleagues call him a philanthropist. He thinks it is goed business. Senator Black has 4 question: “Do you belong to the National Manufacturers’ Association or any industrial committee of that kind?” “Senator,” the industrialist replies, “I have been unable to find a sympathetic group of colleagues in organized business and I've tried very hard.” | Ha Apparently the witness isn't a typical industrialist after all.

Heard in Congress

Rep. Maury Maverick (D. Tex.) — Who is going to be our next candidate for President? It looks as though Mr. Henry Wallace, the Secretary of Agriculture, otherwise known as “King Korn,” must be running for President because he is. becoming very respectable and cautious of late. Where is, the Farm-Tenancy Bill? Where is essential legislation for the farmers? 1 do not in any way suspect Mr. Wallace, but every now and then you see a man who looks like he 1s walking on eggs to keep from breaking them and you know that something is about to happen. I hope that Mr. Wallace will get back to his old sweet self. In speaking of candidates for the Presidency 1 first suggest Harold Ickes of the Interior Department. There is a man for you! But I do not insist on Mr. Ickes, even though I think he is one of the big outstanding men of America, and I may be for Mr. Wallace, .. .

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Our Town

By Anton Scherrer

Reviews the So-called Merry Month of May and Finds It Was Something Less Than Merry.

'D welcome it if somebody who knows the

answer would tell me why May, supposedly, the merriest of all months, behaved the way, it did this year. It’s going to take a long time, for instance, to forget Wade Millman’s homemade coffin which occupied the greater part of Baker Brotaers’ show window last month. Likewise, Herman Kothe’s charred Hindenburg letter which the Lieber, people had on display. : After - that, the department 53 store windows didn’t: amount to much—not even after they brought out, their Schiaparelli gowns. Nor did it help to see the sullen [little hats the women had on their heads last month. They didn't serve any purpose, except mavbe the grim business of completing a lady's ensenmible. As if that mattered after seeing Mr. Millman’s

: Mr. Scherrer I don’t know why the women act that way. Back in the good old days when May was something to brag about, women wore hats to cheer themselves up, to intrigue us men, or because they felt like going on a spree. Certainly not to complete an ensemble. 3 Uppermost, too, in the minds of everybody last month was the rather grim fact that the doctors didn’t know how to lick laryngitis which had everybody by the throat. It remained for Stanley Brooks, a mere layman, to do something about it. Mr. Brooks suge gested drinking Benedictine, and it worked. It was observed, too, by persons tolerant of the human race, that Earl Russ picked the month of May to say that this country is going 5 and 10 fasfer than anybody knows. | "” n 2

Bug Exterminator Got Mad

T was the month, too, an Indianapolis woman put in al hurry-up call for an exterminator. To kill the bugs in her kitchen—what do you suppose? He came and spread his stuff, but something went wrong. Anyway, he had to come again, and this time he got mad. “Lady,” he said, “I cannot possibly get rid of the bugs if you persist in leaving food all over the place.” “But,” said the lady, “if I don't put something out to attract them, how are you going to kill them?”

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O tell the truth, the month of May affected everye body more or less. Mrs. Henry Buttolph’s maid started writing poetry, Walter Bonns started reading “G-ne W-th the W-nd.” And a little bird around Louise Koehne’s house started every morning chirping “Figaro! Figaro!” Honest. It was the month, too,” a University Park pigeon started building her nest in the Second Presbyterian Church, apparently unmindful that at that very moment: the champions of eugenics were holding a convention in Indianapolis. It was the month, too, Mrs. Simpson made Edward cut down on smoking, For some reason, however, -the memory of Mr, Millman’s homemade coffin lingers longest.

| : 7 : . A Woman's View By Mrs. Walter Ferguson

1937 June Brides’ Desire to. Own Homes Held Happy Omen,

COMPOSITE picture of the 1937 June bride, = A her aims, desires and dreams, is given by Gretta Palmer in a current magazine. Altogether the picture 1s encouraging, since questionnaires sent out by the author brought back intelligent replies based on common sense. = 3 Today's bride, for instance, does not think that happy marriage is the result of good luck. She knows she must earn what she gets, and that she always pays the price for wilfulness or neglect. Perhaps the most significant trend is the movement, in mind at least, away from apartment-house living to the small residence. ‘A landslide indorse= ment given to home ownership shows a decided change in thinking. ; If the girls are able to stick to this plan their chances for happy life will be increased a hundredfold. For there can be no doubt that many of the broken marriages that have disgraced this generation were the result of crowded living conditions, and the shallow human roots put down in asphalted cities. There has been developed a new Kind of “mover” in this era, the automobiie mover. He differs marked= ly frem his ancestor, the prairie-schooner type, for although the latter traveled over vast areas of ‘the continent his objective was permanence. His grandson sometimes behaves as if the moving about itself were a sufficient excuse for journeying, and that no objective is necessary. . : Home is an anchor. Not the leased house out of which one intends to move next year, but the home that. belongs to the people who live in it, And with real homes—we hope the younger generation will not overlook this—man possesses a little patch of American earth. Houses in the sky will never be so satisfying as houses close to the ground.

New Books Today

Public Library Presents—

MERICA has been prolific in her production of i unscrupulous adventurers in every field of human enterprise. Not a few of them have appeared in polie tics. Taking a prominent place among the most noe torious in national politics was AARON BURR: THE PROUD PRETENDER (Harper). | Holmes Alexander, the author, scorns the accepted treatment of Burr as a man who had something fundamentally false and mean in his soul. He prefers to deal with Burr's stormy life as a richly colored and varied adventure story. : He became the hero in the march to Quebec in 1775, but no§ without arousing the hatred of his superior officers. - And several years later, when he was leader of the New York bar, he meddled constantly in the dirtiest of politics. Thus Mr. Alexander paints the picture of the man who became the murderer of Alexander Hamilton and a supposed traitor to his country and his followers. ; Not only does the author tell his story well, but he is careful in balancing his sympathies,

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ELLA STREET'S announcement, “Matilda Bene son must be 70, and she swears and - smokes cigars,” starts a whirlwind of adventures that holds your rapt attention until one of those dramatic laste minute turnabouts which have made Perry Mason famous. . : ” < Erle Stanley Gardner'sisetting is a gambling ship, anchored just outside the/ 12-mile limit . . . fully equipped with roulette wheels, croupiers, bars—and machine guns behind bullet-proof walls! Sent by his client to recover some IOU’s signed by her granddaughter, Mason finds aboard the granddaughter, her husband, a phony policeman, the IOU’s, the grandmcther, and a corpse! Charlie Duncan, partner of the dead man, though his three gold teeth gleam in a perpetual smile, watches with cold appraising eyes, as Perry becomes more and more involved in the CASE

. OF THE DANGEROUS DOWAGER (Morrow),