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Paint for Pictures?” Nonsense, Colorado Woman Makes Them Out Of Grass, Weeds, Twigs and Moss.

ENVER, May 5.—Less than a week ago I swore that I was through with art, artists and art colonies. And then what happens but the moment I land in Denver helping hands lead me in front of Mrs. Pansy Stockton, and I'm right back in the throes of art again. But maybe it's a good thing. For Mrs. Stockton has sort of unsoured me on art. She talks sense; she makes pictures I can understand, and she goes about her business with the normal attitude of an ordinary citizen. Mrs. Stockton is not just another artist. She is practically a field all to herself. She is the originator of “sun painting.” A “sun painting” is a picture made entirely of stuff that grows from the ground—grass, weeds, twigs, moss, leaves, milk-weed fluff, bark, cactus. She has to assemble her pictures on the floor, because the pieces would fall off if they were fitted in upright. After trying each piece, standing up and looking at it to get a perspective, she then cuts it to the size and shape she wants and glues it into the picture. When the picture is finished, it is framed under glass and hung. At a distance you can tell it from an oil painting only by a velvetiness and a depth that is unusual and fascinating. Many of the pictures have thousands of pieces in them. Often there are half a dozen pieces on top of each other, to give the right color or feeling of depth. Mrs. Stockton never paints or artificially colors a single item in her pictures. That is one of her little prides, for her imitators do. If she doesn’t have the color she wants, she hunts in the woods till she finds it.

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You'd be surprised how scarce is some of the stuff necessary to make these pictures. For instance, there's a certain black moss that she needs badly. Forest Ranger friends collect it for her. One Ranger, in four years of riding ‘the trails constantly, found only a atchbox full. . Mrs. Stockton made her first “sun painting” nearly 25 years ago. I asked what put the idea in her head. She said she really didn’t know. She supposes it was just the pioneer’s instinct for making use of every=thing in sight. she could paint ever since she was a baby. tore up her first three “sun paintings” because were so bad. The fourth one she sold. Since then she has made around 3000 of them, and they're all sold except maybe a hundred. It takes anywhere from a few hours to a couple of weeks to make a picture. They sell from $2 up to $350 (that's the most she has got so far). She has them on display in half a dozen places throughout the West. Sales are mostly to tourists, and her pictures have been carried all over the world. A traveler from Aruba Island in the West Indies bought one several years ago. Ever since, when anybody from that island comes this way, he buys several “sun paintings” for people back home. Mrs. Stozkton thinks everybody on Aruba Island has one by now.

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Apple Blossom Festival Planned To Attract World's Fair Visitors.

EW YORK, Wednesday—I have heard how successful World's Fair preview parade was all who saw it. Now I learn that Mr. Grover going up to the opening of the Apple Blosival in Kingston, N. Y., on May 6. Evidently beautiful development of the t the fair site has brought about a general : in anything in the neighborhood which may e to be an added attraction to visitors who come

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Jlster County Apple Blossom Festival will last , May 6. 7 and 8. If you cannot be there year, remember, when you are coming to the York World's Fair next year, to plan to see

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think my young guests, the children of Con1 parents, had a very good time at their garden party : erday afternoon. I had to urge them to be a little curious, for they seemed shy about wandering around and looking in at the windows. They were a delightful group of young people and Marine Band never had a more appreciative audience. Jimmy and I had dinner on the south porch, where a breath-taking view was opened before us. The Washington Monument gleamed white in the dark the fountain at the foot of the lawn threw up graceful sprays and the new moon looked down upon it all. I worked at my desk after dinner and then Mrs. Scheider and I took the midnight train for New York. I am taking another lesson in voice this morning, in the hope that I may be able to master the techof king for a newsreel camera. So far, been so appalling that I shudder tells me they have heard one of my

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New Books Today Public Library Presents— I.ONG the green lanes of England moved a queer

procession; a girl on a white horse, two tons of lumbering elephant, a bit of a pony, and a ragged,

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cover the rear guard of Pannacott’s little circus and the heart of our story. It all happened when Clem, lately valet to the monkeys, first met Lightfoot Laura, who was terrified, lonely and hopping mad. A miracle took place. love at first sight. “Fac’s is fac's, 1ass,” he would tell her in their aifficult times— “We can't alter em, so we've got to loomp ’em.” about, full of temperament and loving graces, and they were very happy. Why Laura insisted upon adopting a shazey colt from the pony troupe is known only by the gods which watch over elephants. But Clem’s growing attraction to Belinda and of the headliner act and his dark distrust of the agile Phil we understand perfectly. It is enough to say, as we contemplate this strange double triangle and the ensuing events, that elephants like men must learn, when they love and suffer and lose, just to “loomp it.” A haunting tale of love and courage, with more than a little social implication addressed to us less humble folk, is ELEPHANT (Stokes) by Ruth Man-ning-Sanders. :

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THURSDAY, MAY 5, 1938

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Life Follows Definite Pattern Which Determines Span

(Third of a Series)

By David Dietz

Times Science Editor

“Y IFE,” wrote Prof. Baker Brownell, “is a pattern of energies. It is not easy to say more.”

was commenting upon the difficulties of defining the unique thing which we call life. It is true that all definitions of life, from those of

the ancient Aristotle to the present day, have been unsatisfactory in one way or another. And yet, Dr. Brownell’s definition will be most helpful in understanding the problems involved in ex-

tending the span of life. The key is in the word “pattern.” .For all forms of life appear to follow patterns and the span of life emerges from this pattern.

For many creatures, the pattern of life is a curious thing. Take, for example, the Mayfly or ephemerida, known on the American side of the Great Lakes as the “Canadian soldier,” and on the Canadian side as the “Yankee soldier.” Its life cycle begins with the egg which is laid upon the surface of the water in summer. It hatches Into a larva which spends the next 12 months leading an obscure existence in the bottom mud. The following summer it undergoes a magical transformation, emerges from the water as a creature with wings, lives a brief “aerial life devoted to love,” and dies by the end of the day. The pattern of life has sentenced the Mayfly to a year’s apprenticeship in the dark mud for a life of a single day in the sunlight. Here is one extreme of the span of life. Turning to the other extreme we find that a salmon may live to be 100, a carp 150, a pike 200, a parrot 100 and a tortoise 300 years. That man is no exception to this rule of life was sensed by the Psalmist in Biblical days when he wrote, “The days of our years are three-score and 10; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, vet is their strength labor and sorrow; for it 1s soon cut off, and we fly away.” How life follows a definite pattern is quickly recognized in the case of an insect or some other creature that undergoes marked physical changes, as for example the frog which begins as an egg, hatches into a tadpole and finally grows into a frog. In the case of a human being we are likely to lose sight of this fact unless we give careful thought to events. The human being also starts life as a fertilized egg-cell and from the very start the growth of the embryo is in obedience to a pattern. = ” 2

HEN Dr. Alexis Carrel put the fragment of chicken heart muscle into the incubator at the Rockefeller Institution for Medical Research, its growth was completely ungoverned. If adequate supporting mediums could have been found, it would have grown into a mass of tissues larger than the earth itself. Such wild, uncontrolled growth, when it happens to man, is a disaster. We call it cancer. Starting from the fertilized eggcell, the developing embryo follows a definite pattern. Early in the

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process, when the number of cells is only a few thousand, the embryo takes the form of a little

hollow ball. Then one side pushes in, as you might push in the side of a rubber ball. Next the opening closes up so that you have a dou-ble-walled, hollow sphere whose inside and outside are each composed of a layer of cells.

Then comes the differentiation of cells. A group of cells develops into a darkened area known as the “neural plate.” One end of this plate becomes the brain, the remainder the spinal cord. Now the growing embryo has its floor plan established. Head and feet, right and left have been marked out. With further growth some cells become bonemakers, others muscle, others blood vessels, others nerve trunks. Why do these things happen? Twentieth Century science is just beginning to find the answer. Progress has come through the development of a marvelous microsurgery in which operations are performed upon animal embryos of microsopic sizz with the aid of high-powered microscopes and surgical instruments made of fine glass needles. The inventor of this technique was the famous embryologist, Dr. Hans Spemann. His work has disclosed the existence in the embrvo of chemical substances to which the name of “organizers” has been given.

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As the embryo takes form, we find this chemical direction and control being taken over by cer-

tain groups of cells which comprise organs. These organs, whose functions are only beginning to be understood, are the ductless glands. Growth continues after birth and now the ductless glands play the commanding role. The adrenals, the thyroid, and in particular the pituitary, the tiny gland at the base of the brain whose importance is so great that medical men have nicknamed it “the master gland,” direct the growth of the "child. The thyroid sets the pace at which all the cells of the body live. If the thyroid is inactive, the child becomes dull and lowspirited. His muscles grow weak and his brain sluggish. If the thyroid is too active, his cells live to fast.

” » ” HE pituitary controls the rate of growth. Most of the freaks in a circus sideshow are examples of what happens when the pituitary fails to function properly. Researches carried out upon experimental animals, operations performed upon guinea pigs, and mice with all the care and precautions that would be used in operations upon human beings, have revealed what is known about these ductless glands.

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But while considerable is known about the functioning of these glands, very little is known about

the mechanism that ushers in the important changes in life. There is the thymus gland, a mass of soft whitish tissue, located above the heart in the region where the chest narrows into the neck. The thymus is largest at birth. At about the 13th year of life it begins to shrink and atrophy. For this reason it has been assumed that it has some connection with the onset of puberty. On the other hand, the development of sexual maturity may cause the gland to shrink. But whichever view is correct, the mystery still remains as fo why the human organism at a certain stage in its development undergoes these changes at all. The time clock which controls these events is still unknown. Then as time goes on. other changes take place. “Middle age” arrives. Glints of silver appear in the hair. After 40, so many medical authorities believe, a wearing out process begins. For 40 years, the body has been repairing worn out tissues pretty well, repairing the damage which the wear and tear of daily life has caused. For it must be remembered that our nerves and glands, just like other delicate machines, are damaged a little by the ordinary processes of life. Thus it is that the ravages of old age set in. The body literally

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Here are the extremes in the span of life. Above: The mayfly, whose life ends in a single day. To the right: The tortoise, who often lives to an age of 300 years. At the left below is a photograph taken in the laboratories of the U. S. Public Health Service, showing an operation being performed upon a guinea pig with all the precautions of an operation upon a human being. Such researches are disclosing the part played by the ductless glands in the control of life.

wears away. Weight is lost as the muscles shrink so that the skin hangs loosely and the face becomes wrinkled. Certain tissues give away faster than others. In time the braintissue begins to be affected so that sight and hearing and the other senses become dulled. The memory becomes faulty. ” ” ”

EDICAL men have searched for the chemical basis of what is happening but so far only a little has been learned. Defects in the calcium metabolism, that is in the body's usage of calcium, seem to play an important role. That is why the bones begin to grow brittle. At the same time, there seems to be an accumulation of poisonous substances or toxins in the blood. It will be remembered that Dr. Carrel, in order to keep the fragment of heart muscle alive in its incubator, had to wash it frequently in cleansing solutions to remove the toxins that had formed. Finally certain organs seem to give out entirely. Just as the thymus atrophied at puberty so other organs of the body seem to have a stated life span of their own which causes them to fail in old age ahead of the body as a whole. Shakespeare described the rest of the story when he wrote: “, .. Last stage of all, That ends this strange, eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eves, sans taste, sans everything.”

TOMORROW: Premature death vs. natural death.

TEST YOUR KNOWLEDGE

1—What is the annual salary for members of the President’s Cabinet? 2—Where is the Susitna River? 3—To what position has Mrs. Joseph T. Robinson been appointed? 4—What is another name for mollusks? 5—In England, what is a Peer? 6—For what state is “Granite” the nickname? 7—Who won the most valuable player award in the Ameri-

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1—$15,000. 2—Alaska.

3—Acting postmaster of Little Rock, Ark.

4—Shellfish. 5—A member of nobility. 6—New Hampshire.

7—Charlie Gehringer. u =u "

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By Anton Scherrer

Chris Bernloehr Owes His Life to The Watch He Was Carrying When The Pogues Run Bridge Collapsed.

Y recent mention of the mean behavior of Pogues Run moves me to drag Chris Bernloehr into today’s column. I don’t know anybody around here who knows more about the meanness of Pogues Run than he does. To hear Mr. Bernloehr tell it, Pogues

Run was at its worst sometime in 1883. That year the high water completely cut off Irish Hill, and the only way for Mr. Bernloehr to get to town was to

walk west on South St, until he reached Pennsylvania St., at which point he turned north. The bridge at the old Gas Works on Pennsylvania St. was the only one left to get across. There was a big crowd on the little bridge watching the high water when Mr. Bernloehr, a kid of about 17, arrived. He joined the crowd, but didn’t stay long, he said, because he remembered that he had to be at work at a certain time. Sixty years ago, kids were awful conscientious about such things, says Mr. Bernloehr, Well, five minutes after he left, the bridge gave way, and everybody on it went down. There were more than a dozen people, says Mr. Bernloehr, and the swift stream carried all of them under the Union Depot. Every one was drowned, and the only reason Mr. Bernloehr escaped was because he carried a watch. If he hadn't looked at his watch to see how much time it left him to get to work, he wouldn't be here to tell the tale, he says. I don't know whether Mr. Bernloehr wanted to point a moral or not. He probably did, because if vou know as much about him as I do you know that Mr. Bernloehr is one of the old-time, retired watche makers left in Indianapolis. Anyway, moral or no moral, it was at this stage of the gruesome tete-a-tete that Mr. Bernloehr dismissed Pogues Run, started talking about the old-time jewelers of Indie anapolis,

Whistle Had to Blow on Time

Back in the seventies when Indianapolis had about 50,000 people, there was one high-class jeweler for every 3500 inhabitants. And besides that, there were all the workmen-—splendid fellows like Sam Goldsberry, for instance, who looked after the watches for Bingham & Walk. Sam was one of the best watchmakers this town ever had, says Mr. Bernloehr. George Dyer and “Old Man” Kamber were the crack engrav= ers at the time, and when they got done with your watch or wedding ring, it was nothing less than a work of art. Mr. Bernloehr was learning the trade, too, at the time. As a matter of fact, the day he escaped drowning in Pogues Run, he was nn his way to wind and set the clocks at Kingan's. They were awful particular about their clocks, says Mr. Bernloehr. And they had reason to be, for if John Moran, chief engineer, blew his whistle a half-minute too soon, it made a lot of differ ence in the course of a year. You can figure it out for vourself, says Mr. Bernloehr, when you realize that Kingan's already had a couple of thousand men working for them

Jane Jordan— Campaign for a Man Is Motivated Often by Hate for Another Woman,

EAR JANE JORDAN-—I have a very dear friend and I am very much in love with him. At one time he loved me, I'm sure, but through false stories we quit seeing each other, Last summer he married a girl who did not love him. He had a good job at the time. He wanted to buy a home of their own, but her father and brother were living alone and she wanted to live with them. He made a big mistake and went to their home. Everything was lovely as long as he was working and keeping the family. She worked, too. Last November he was laid off but was expected to be called back to work at any time, But the first of April came and he was still out of work. She threw him out bag and baggage without a cent in his pocket. She expected him to get work when there was no work to get. She told him that when he got a job and money saved up he could come back. Do you think that is love? Should he go back to her now that he is working every day again? Or should he pat himself on the back for finding what kind of woman he married? A friend of mine is giving a party in May. She said she would invite him if I wanted to try to win his love again. I could be happy with him in one room or in a hut if he was there to share it with me. Do you believe in the old saying that everything is fair in love and war? Should I fight for the man I love? LOVE AND WAR. td on ” Answer—No, I do not think that everything is fair in love and war. However I don’t think you owe this man's wife anything. The person I want you to be fair to is yourself. What have you to gain in winning this man back for yourself? To begin with he has proved that ‘he is not in love with you. Real love isn't easily discouraged by false stories. Your sympathy at this time might be soothing to him but I doubt if it would inspire the love you are ooking for I am afraid that you aren't half as interested in winning the man as you are in worsting the woman, It often happens that a woman's campaign for a man is motivated not so much by love of him as it is by hate for the woman who won him. This is a strong statement which is seldom believed at first hearing. 1t takes considerable study and a rigid honesty to see into a truth so well concealed beneath protestations of devotion and self-sacrifice. To be sure the man's wife has behaved badly, but I doubt if his lack of work was the sole reason why she ousted him. You haven't heard both sides of the story, but if you try living in one room or a hut with the man, perhaps you will find out the wife's side for yourself. JANE JORDAN.

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Put your problems in a letter to Jane Jordan, who wil) answer your questions in this column daily.

Bob Burns Says —

OLLYWOOD, May 5-—Some people think that actors are an irresponsible lot and that they have no business ability whatever. The other day an actor went to his girl's father and asked him for his daughter's hand. The father said “How do I know you can support my daughter-— what kind of an income will you have to depend on?" The actor says $5100. The father says “Well, that oughta be enough I give my daughter $5000 a year allowance.” The actor says: “Yes sir, I know—I counted that.” (Copyright, 1038)

Walter O'Keefe—

OLLYWOOD, May 5.—Compliments and adulations from Buckingham Palace usually turn the head of the American Ambassador to Great Britain and although the British won't fool Joe Kennedy it will be miraculous if his own family doesn't flatter him to death. This is Franklin D.’s greatest diplomatic appoint« ment. All summer long the nine Kennedy kids can teach the English baseball, and then in the fall Mr. and Mrs. K. can join them making up an eleven to learn the English game of soccer, The latest census taken in London shows two of the Ambassador's boys left behind, but theyll join the family in June. It took Joe a couple of months to re the British immigration laws permitting a Kennedys. P

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