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And So Such a Famed Scientist As Dr. Carver Doesn't Know Age.

TUSKEGEE, Ala., March 10.—Dr. George W. Carver, the South’s eminent Negro scientist, has lived a lifetime on the under-

side of racial prejudice, and taken it in|

silent grace. He has been ignored by intelligent white men, and run out of towns by ignorant ones. : - ‘But he will not discuss these things. His assistant says Dr. Carver will not speak of them even to him.

He passes them over. He is a giant of tolerance. Dr. Carver has no relatives. He has no money. He has turned down scores of offers—even one from Thomas A. Edison to work with him. All of his discoveries have . ‘been given free to the world. I had read that Dr. Carver was 78. I asked-him if that were right. He said, with sadness and futility in his voice: “I don’t know. I was born into slavery. I was a chattel, the same as the cows and pigs. We were all chattels. They didn’t keep records know how old I am.” :

Dr. Carver has never married. For 42 years he

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.has lived on the campus of Tuskegee Institute, in

his own apartment in one of the dormitories. He gets up at 4 every morning. For two hours he works at his books and calculations in his room. He eats breakfast at 6, then goes to the laboratory. He is in bed by £:30 p. m. X Like many scientists, he has been careless in his eating. Often he'd forget to eat at all. And if they dida’t watch him, he'd revert to slave diet of fat meat, meal and molasses. He has anemia now. He is very tall, and his clothes hang loosely on what has been a large frame. His hair is short, curly and gray. I believe he looks

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older than 78. i He is extremely religious. He does not smoke, swear or drink. On the other hand, he is no fanatic, and doesn’t bring pious phrases into his conversation. He sees no quarrel between science and religion.

The variety of Dr. Carver’s genius seems unlimited. Right now most of his time is going into experiments in the use of peanut oil on infantileparalysis cases. _ And once more he runs into prejudice. Not only Negro prejudice, but a stern “hands off” from the medical world. He is not a physician, therefore, he must not assume to try.

Finally Gets Assistant

He has massaged paralyzed muscles with some 40 |

different oils. He has found peanut oil the best. ‘He thinks he has had some success in re-enlivening atrophied muscles. ; During most of Dr. Carver’s lifetime at Tuskegee he has never allowed himself an assistant. Never felt there was one he could trust to share his work. Never until four years ago. Then along came a fine-looking young Negro from West Virginia, just out of Cornell. For four Years now this young man has been Dr. Carver's assistant. : He is Austin W. Curtis Jr. He is proud of the honor. His position is something akin to a. young lawyer - becoming the private secretary of a Justice Holmes. Dr. Carver won't last forever. With Mr. Curtis being trained, the aged Negro’s work can go on. After talking with Dr. Carver, I sat for a long time with his assistant. When finally I went to say goodby.” Dr. Carver was in his laboratory, hard at work. He wiped his hands on his white apron, and came out. He lioped so much that I would come back and see his new museum when it is finished. He said he was no good on names, but he'd know my face even if it were five years from now. I am not especially emotional, but when I said goodby to Dr. Carver I ¢ould hardly speak for the lump in my throat. It all seemed to flare up vividly before me—the whole picture of all he has done; this vast lifetime of good now coming to a close. When I come back, he may be gone. The news of his death may not even make the Northern papers. And of those who read it only a few will know, or care.

My Day

By Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt

Delighted by Girl Reporter's Query, How Can Youth Serve Democracy?

T. WORTH, Tex, Thursday.—Yesterday was a beautiful day. The gardens along the way from Baton Rouge to Beaumont, Tex., were blooming, so at almost every station some kind people came down to greet me and bring me blossoms. In Beaumont we were greeted by some very gay looking youngsters who came from the nearby town of Orange. They marched in front of us all the way bo oe hotel, brave in their new uniforms and playing ustily. ? : X I was met by a young girl reporter on the train, an intense and vivid personality and one who voiced a desire which cheered me greatly. She wanted to know what young women could do to serve the cause of their country and of democracy. That is a spirit which most of us welcome with a deep sense of gratitude, for the cause of democracy needs service today. I would be glad to see the Government make it possible for volunteers to receive training over a given period of time, by rendering some service which would be of use to the communities in which they live.

- NYA Projects Doing Well

Texas NYA seems to be particularly interested in the assistance given education and in the resident

~ projects which are apparently working out very well.

They -are also anxious to assist boys and girls in need of work, giving preference as far as possible to those whose families are on relief, but not barring from the resident projects youngsters who could not obtain the type of training available there in

any other way. These youngsters come from families |

where the income is in the low brackets, though

not perhaps actually on a relief basis. This seems

to me to be a wise plan which I hope Congress will consider, though I realize that it presupposes careful and honesty local administration. oi We boarded the train at 11:30 and I, who have usually seen Texas as a rather arid state, was sur-

prised this morning to look out on fields which

have evidently had more than their quota of rain. We stopped for a brief moment at College Station and I had a glimpse of the Texas Agricultural' & Mechanical College buildings. 7

Day-by-Day Science

By Science Service : EW ENGLAND'S hurricane of last fall is old : news now. The rest of the country has pretty completely forgotten it. Only the New Englanders have no ce to forget; the corpses of millions of trees still r their hills and choke their valleys. Removal before spring releases swarms of boring insects and the danger of ravaging fire is imperative. The dead, even dead trees, are always dangerous. Logging the blowdown is lagging seriously, warns Stewart H. Holbrook in the current issue of American Forests. The public assistance setups that were established within a few days after the disaster are in full swing, and are bending every effort to get the timber clear before the deadline of warnt, dry weather, but still it is not enough. * The Federal Government has acfiuired numerous ponds in which to sink the logs to keep them from spoiling. Federal money is ready to buy the logs if the farmers will bring them to the ponds. But labor costs are high, farmers and their hired men are inexperienced in handling timber, and snagging logs vut of a tangled heap of down trunks is more difficult than them from a standing forest. ‘This month is the critical time, says Mr. Holbrook. There must be a trebling of CCC and WPA crews. “Either that or New England is in for the smokiest

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NEA Service Staff Correspondent

have been taught to sing folk songs and to appreciate higher tynes of music. The Quins’ education was interrupted by the recent tonsilectomy, but now they're getting back into their regular routine. They've taken up their prekindergarten work again---pasting, scriobling, drawing their initials, building with blocks. Both Dr. Dafoe and Nurse Mollie O’Shaughnessy report that the

like pictures instead of surrealistic nightmares. Miss Vezina, their teacher, is giving them memory training and vocabulary drill ‘by drawing pictures on the blackboard and ask-

Cecile is the star in this performance. ] oR BL. “Yy ITTLE BIRDIE,” their new- { est game, 1s| played as follows: One girl dances like a bird while her sisters dance in a circle around her. When the Quin in the center calls out “Little Birdie Pink”—or whatever color she may choose—the girl wearing that color must replace her inside the ¢ircle, giving another birdlike interpretation. .. Once the Quins captured Dr. Dafae by calling out -“Gray,” the color of the suit he was wearing. Four of the Quins were satisfied with his interpretation. But not Emilie. She stopped the game, told the Doctor he wasn’t putting enough life into it, and showed him how to dance. Snow sports now engage the Quins’ attention during outdoor play. They are: incorrigible tun-nel-builders. The nurses "break down the tunnels’ at the end of eath day so that they worr't:be=

lapse on the babies. But the next day, without fail, the Quins have another tunnel up. For skiing they go into the garden where there's a little slope. They are all good skiers, but Emilie is best. The funny part of it is that she never had to be taught how. The very first time she saw a pair of skis she stepped into them and away she went. Yvonne loves to ski just as much as the rest—that is going down. Bui she just hates the climb up. So she lets the others carry her skis up the hill for her while she trudges along behind. At the top, she puts them on and goes down again. Nice favor, if you can get it. ” 2 ” PROPOS he subject of Yvonne it can be reported that Annette seems to have taken her place das the “mother” of the group. It is now Annette to whom they run when they fall down. It

shall ride on the sleds and who shall pull. During a heavy recent snowfall the girls had enough material to build a snow man. Nurse O’Shaughnessy—“Sissie” to themn— was out that afternoon and when she returned they all told her about the grand snow man and the wonederful straw hat he was wearing. It was not until the next morning that “Sissie” found out it was her own hat. The girls were very disappointed when a warm sun melted the snow man. They came out one morning, walked over to the spot where he had been, stood looking forlornly at the place, then at each ‘other. At last one sighed and said,

Side Glances

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YALLANDFR, Ontario, March 10.—Will the Dionnes "dance for the King and Queen? Will they sing the folk songs they have learned ? their new dancing game, “Little Birdie?” : If Britain’s royalty comes to Callander to see the little girls, or if the youngsters have to go to Toronto for the meeting, the King and Queen are certain to find accomplished little musicians, enthusiastic little playmates —exhibiting Lhe fruits of specially supervised activity in ' the music room and the playyard. No jitterbugs, the Quintuplets! Each girl knows how to tune in on the radio, and the nurses permit them to dial whatever type of broadcast they choose. Each passes ‘over blaring hrass and beating drums of the swing sessions to select tunes in a classical or semiclassical program. The judgment they show is based on a sound musical background. It isn’t that they dislike swing—but they

Will they demonstrate

“The snow man has gone away.” The others shook their heads. They are still talking about the last series of photos taken by Fred Davis, their photographer. It was the “Cinderella” series, released at Christmas: time. To the Quins it was all ‘a very delightful game which they played over and over. When they thumb through their books and see a picture of a prince, they stop and say “Oh, just like Emilie.” She was the prince. When they see somebody resembling Cinderella they. say, “There’s Yvonne.” 2 ® ” PET—albeit a distant one— - & has come into the lives of the little girls. He's a Great Dane, named Tony, and he belongs to the guards. Since Great Danes have little hair, Tony shivered plenty in coid northern air the first time the Quins saw him. One immediately told the nurse that Tony ought to have a coat just like theirs. Ane ‘other amended the motion to include a coat for the little cat belonging to the guards, which they had seen. A coat of exactly the same striped material which went into the coats for the Quins was made for Tony. Now, when Tony wears his coat, they have a lot of fun pointing out that the dog’s coat ‘resembles their own and remarking that Tony must be warm, too. Unfortunately, Tony doesn’t like his coat and rolls out of it whenever he can. = The problems of Tony concern the Quins deeply. Recently, on one of their trips around the nursery, they discovered the push buttons which control the flood lights on the hospital grounds. Now they come to the nurse each day at nightfall to ask if they can turn on the lights for Tony. The Great Dane, you see, makes his rounds at night and they want to light his way.

Weather Balloon Sets Record

By Science Service ARIS, March 10.—The French National Meleorological Office here claims a world altitude record. One of its radio meteorographs or radio-sondes—-small unmanned upper air sounding balloons equipped with automatic weather-noting instruments and radio to transmit data back to the earth—has ascended to a height of 31,465 meters, or 103,200 feet, it states. This is more than 500 feet above the previous record, 34,000 meters, set by a German sounding balloon which, however,. was not radioequipped. Manned balloons have not even approached either altitude. Continuous broadcasts of temperature, pressure and humidity data were made both during the ascent and the descent. The balloon was released from St. Cyr, near Versailles. Radio-sondes are used regularly both in the United States and in other countries for making upper air soundings on which weather forecasting is being increasingly

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The Quins and their “house-for-a-day.” Daily the snowhouses are torn down by the nurse—rebuilt the next day by the sisters. Left to right, atop the house: Annette, Cecile, Yvonne and Marie. In the

entrance, Emilie,

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left to right: Yvonne, Annette, Cecile, Marie and Emilie.

House Saved Key Dam of TVA System

By Gilbertsville

By Bruce Catton ASHINGTON, March 10 (NEA) —When the House reversed itself and agreed to appropriate $17,206,000 to enable the TVA to proceed with construction of the Gilbertsville Dam, Congress warded off a warpath whoop by Nebraska's Senator Norris. George Norris is a mild and peaceful man. But, if you touch the TVA, you arouse one of the most determined and effective fighters in Washington. The House had whittled down the TVA appropriation for next year. But a Senate switch sent the bill {0 conference. The House voted to accept Senate action. The reduction would have halted work on Gilbertsville Dam, some 20

miles from the mouth of the Tennessee River—and in case you had

TEST YOUR KNOWLEDGE

1—Name the queen who had the longest reign in English histo

ry. - 2—In astronomy, what is the third sign of the zodiac? 3—Do tuna fish have scales?’ 4—Who is fascism’s chief news= paper spokesman in Italy? 5—Name the city with the largest population in North Carolina, 6—What is the plural of forum? 7—Of which South American country is Oswaldo Aranha’ the Foreign Minister? 8—What is the .monetary unit in Denmark?

” 8 ” Answers 1—Queen Victoria. 2—Gemini,

3—Yes. ! 4—Virginio Gayda. 5—Charlotte. 6—Fora. : 7—Brazil. 8—The krone. L

8 8 =» ASK THE TIMES

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O. K., Norris Says

supposed that the bulk of the heavy construction work in TVA had already been done, you may be surprised to learn that Gilbertsville is designed to be the Tennessee’s largest and most important dam. It wiil cost more than $112,000,000 when completed.

“They've already spent five million dollars en Gilbertsville,” said Senator Norris. “They've organized the job, moved in there, built houses for the workers, brought machinery in and got in the midst of construction. ‘If this appropriation stayed out, the organization would have been destroyed and mucli of the work would have deteriorated.” Giilbertsville Dam will produce considerable electricity, but it is not primarily a power dam. It was designed chiefly as a flood control project and as an’ aid to naviga-

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tion, and in the former capacity it probably will help Illinois and the lower Mississippi Valley states more than Tennessee. “It will hold back more flood water than any other dam east of the Mississippi,” explained Senator Norris, “It will very materially lower the flood crest at Cairo, Ill, for instance, and all the way on the Ohio and Mississippi from the mouth of the Tennessee to the Gulf. “As a navigation proposition, it’s of value to the entire Tennessee River, “The lake formed by Gilbertsville Dam will extend more than 200 miles up the river. It’s really the key dam to the entire Tennessee River, and if it hadn’t been built, millions of dollars already spent. on the Tennessee in the building of other dams would have been made

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Our Town

By Anton Scherrer

Dog Who Returned From Cincinnati Had Nothing on Frisky the Cat Who Traveled 375 Miles to Get Home.

NCE upon a time I told about Sam Til. ford’s dog, Dock; how he was left in Cincinnati, and found hig way back to Indi anapolis unaided and alone. Well, today I've prepared a piece about Frisky, a 214-year-old tiger-colored cat belonging to Eva Hudson. If everything clicks the way it should, it’s going to make Dock look like a piker. : Sometime around the turn of the century, Miss Hodson, living at Woodland Station : tin St. Joseph County, way up in the northern part of the State, got it into her head to visit her cousin, Margaret, in Evansville. Frisky was to go along, of course. Together they got on the train (Wabash R. R.), and selected a seat in the rear of the coach from which they could see everyone in the car and

view the retreating landscape at the same time.

At Lakeville, only seven miles away, they changed cars and boarded the Vandalia for Plymouth, where Miss Hodson stopped off to visit a relative. Next day, with Frisky by her side, she took the Lake Erie for Indianapolis. Here she had to get off and wait two hours for the Terre Haute train. She didn’t mind. It was a long time since she had seen Indianapolis, and so she checked Frisky at the Union Station to do some shopping. The way things turned out, however, she spent most of her time’ sight-seeing. Long before the two hours were up; Miss Hodson was back at the depot in plenty of time to catch her train. With Frisky 2d her other baggage under her arms, she boarded the Big Four for Terre Haute, Arriving there, she changed cars for the last time, taking the E. & T. H. direct to Evansville, her destination. \-y As the train sped swiftly’ along Miss Hodson was secretly contemplating what a pleasant visit.she and Frisky would have with Cousin Margaret, whom they had not seen for .some time. The brakeman was calling “Inglefield” as he hurriedly passed from one car to the other. As he neared Miss Hodson'’s seat, she asked him the distance to Evansville. _ “Only 10 miles, lady,” he said, “we will be there in a few minutes.” :

Her Vacation Spoiled

The train slowed up for Inglefield. The window was open—it was a glorious spfing day—and with Frisky sitting by her on the window sill, she was watching the village loafers standing around the platform. Someone, maybe the village cutup, spied Frisky and began cailing “Kitty! Kitty!” Sure, Kitty Saumped out of the window. : a. Miss Hodson was quite beside herself, but thers was nothing to do about it. The train had already started. When she got to Evansville, she wired Ingle field, but nobody knew anything about the whereabouts of Frisky. It spoiled Miss Hodson’s whole vaca= tion. So much so that she cut it short and returned to her home at Woodland Station. The entire family tried to console her, but they didn’t say anything to make her believe she should ever see Frisky again. Well, believe it or not, fivepweeks after that, Miss Hodson’s little nephew Walter was playing in the yard when all of a sudden he spied a bedraggled snd exhausted cat walking along the alley fence. “Why, Aunt Eva,” he yelled, “that’s Frisky.” And sure enough, it was. . ~ If you've kept track of the number of railroad connections Miss Hodson had to make, and the mileage,

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Frisky was exactly 375 miles away froin home when: he jumped out of the window at Inglefield. Ye

Jane Jordan: ~ Stepmother Told to Learn Why Girl Seeks Escape in Madcap Exploits.

DEAR JANE JORDAN—I am married to a very nice man and we both love one another. He is all I could ask for in a husband. We were just married a year ago after I had been a widow for 20 years, and we have a nice home. He has a daughter of 22. Now I have been a good stepmother if there ever was one, but here is the trouble: She drinks and has from three to four boys at the house, every night, They scuffle, go through the house, the ice box, and in fact do everything except come in our bedroom. I have talked myself sick to her father as I think he should be the one to correct her. At times the gang stays until daylight. I have been in this neighborhood a long time and it is a very nice neighborhood. At first people did not blame me for what she did, but they do now for they think I have had long enough time to correct the matter. Please advise me for I am at my wit’s end. NONA. - 27s » Answer—The girl is wrong and in need of guidance, but the trouble started long before you joined the family. Is her own mother dead or divorced? Who took care of her prior to your marriage to her father? The circumstances of her life, not girl, age to’ blame for her present behavior. » She isn’t a child any more and caynot be treated as a child. She is 22 and cannot controlled by parental orders. What you'll have {6 find out is why she feels it necessary to be the center of a gang whose object in life is to blot out responsibility with a sort of brittle gaiety. What discontents does she drown with alcohol? | This girl is dissatisfied. Why? She feels insecure, uncertain. She needs bolstering up, and can’t kill time without gay -companions. Why? I. should guess that she misses the warm, understanding. love of parents who have won her confidence. I do not say that you have not been a good stepmother. Doubtless you've done everything you could for her except to understand her situation and this may be beyond your powers. Has she a job? She needs to succeed at something which interests her. i Her father does not feel near to her or he would * not hesitate to talk to her. He is afraid to widen the distance between himself and his daughter. Who can talk to her? )Is there anyone whom: you know whose opinion she respects and whose sympathy would lead her to speak of her fears and anxieties?

8 | Please remember that what you see is simply a

defense. The real’ girl is a stranger to you. Somebody ought to find her and help her. What the neighbors think is‘ not important, but the girl is, JANE JORDAN. :

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

New Books Today

Public Library Presents—

the spring sun shines lazily and the doge ; ‘wood and redbud begin to bloom in the hills to the south of us, take it first hand if you can—but if you can’t, here is another book which will bring it to Clark B. Firestone in BUBBLING WATERS (McBride) tells of his own peregrinations. Walking and local history and tradition are his hobbies, and the Smoky Mountain region his enthusiasm. As the title suggests, springs and running water are his usual objectives. He takes us as far afield as White Sulphur Springs, 2000 feet up on the crest of the Alleghenies, and reconstructs for us the politics and society of that once famous watering place; he brings us as near home as French Lick and Spring Mill Park. To most of us Harrodsburg is an engaging town in the heart of the Bluegrass, site of the old fort and of Beaumont Inn, once Daughters’ College, built by Southern planters so that their daughters would not study—and marry—in the North; but how many

of us knew that Harrodsburg Springs was once ‘wate lace of the Old South? oi