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NOTABLE WRITERS SURVEY THE PLIGHT OF LIBERALISM •
■ ■■ — .■■■■■ A ■ - - - - __ . _ OGDEN MILLS SURVEYS TIMES Pleads for Restoration of Prosperity Through Conventional and Constitutional Methods—Kent Looks Ahead and Sees National Conservatism Active in Election. By Alary-Carter Roberts. LIBERALISM FIGHTS ON. By Ogden L. Mills. New York: The Macmillan Co. IN THIS book the former Secretary of the Treasury sets forth his political creed, declaring himself unequivocally in favor of the tra ditional liberalism of our institutions as opposed to what he feels is the present threat of bureaucracy. Not to allow these currently widely-used terms to become generalities, he de fines pretty clearly what he means by them, and why it is that he feels that the present administration is, in actuality, no matter what its inten tions may be, opposing the liberal Inheritance of the American people. Taking the administration’s own claim that it aims to establish recov ery and the attendant condition of adequate employment opportunities, Mr. Mills utters a flat denial. In the six years since the stock market crash, he says, our economic organism, by its own workings, has undergone a dras tic readjustment, and now would be able to start functioning on a scale that would keep the country "near the industrial peak for many years to come" were it not that governmental Interference impedes it. “The trouble is,” he says, “that, whereas economic uncertainties have vanished, political uncertainties cast an ever-lengthening shadow. What stands between the American people and prosperity today is their Govern ment.” r or tne Denent oi tne reader wno Is no economist, he explains why he feels that the claim that “economic uncertainties have vanished” is jus tified. There exists, he says, “a six year accumulated demand of enor mous proportions for all manner of poods, principally capital and durable goods, and an ample supply of capital is available at low rates of interest; while the country over enterprising American business men stand ready and eager to answer the call of op portunity. There is work enough waiting to be done to put millions at work on constructive enterprises at normal American wages." He continues; “The wheels of in dustry would soon be turning ... if, instead of trying to remake us the Government would be content to make as well; if, instead of attempt ing to impose a new’ system which will not work, it would permit the one we know will, to do so; and if, instead of pursuing all sorts of foreign “isms.” it would but turn to a tried and proved American-ism.” WITHOUT GREASE. By Frank R. Kent. New York. William Mor row Co. I ui biiid wwn tauo ji a blueprint for America’s most vital presidential election.” It is a sharp shooting epigrammatical attack on what the present administration has been doing and a weighing of chances as to what, in its turn, the electorate will do next November. The shrewd thrusts that it makes against current governmental policies will undoubt edly amuse those who feel little sym pathy with President Roosevelt’s ad ministration. A good idea of Mr. Kent’s style is to be had from his impressionistic word picture of the political situation as it was about June 1, 1934. ‘‘At that time,” he says, . a great, new. enormously expanded and en larged Federal machine, bursting with new gadgets, inventions and devices and jammed with professors, politi cians, theorists, welfare workers, re formers, seers, third-rate economists, backward students, boy wonders, pub licity experts, religious mystics, musi cal financiers, financial horticulturists, army flag wavers and plain propa gandists, was tearing down the road at top speed, everybody shouting with the always smiling leader, ‘We are on our way.’ It was a thrilling spectacle. Nothing like it had been seen before.” Dealing in a similar manner with the numbers of New Deal personages and programs, Mr. Kent sums up W'hat has been done (or promised) and concludes, unlike many writers on this topic, not that we are faced with revolution of either a Fascist or Communist variety, but that our pro found national conservatism will lead us back to our habitual political modes. Whether you agree or not you will find the book entertaining—and very few of the recent works of this kind have been that, no matter how meritorious otherwise. RAW MATERIALS, POPULATION PRESSURE AND WAR. By Sir Norman Angell. New York: World Peace Foundation. 'J'HIS is another book which gives 1 reasons why we should have no more wars. While to a merely intelli gent observer it is sometimes puzzling that reasons should need to be given, the spokesmen of the pacifists un doubtedly consider that the apologia of facts must be put forward for their case. So Sir Norman here tells us all over again how it is that the pro duction oi raw materials, the transfer of territory, the need for markets and such like other things are all bound up in the question of why we fight. If you have not read it in any of the other books, you might just as well read it here. AMERICAN POINTS OP VIEW. A Reader’s Guide. Edited by William H. Cordell and Kathryn Coe Cor dell. Garden City: Doubleday, Do ran & Co. 'T'HIS is a collection of essays written by 36 leading literary personages. The selections have already been pub lished in magazine or other form, appearing between June, 1934, and September, 1935. The volume is the second of its type brought out by the present editors, their purpose be ing, they tell us, to illustrate the uses of the modern essay.' For work included in the present book prizes were offered and were awarded as follows: First prize to Ernest Hemingway for "Notes on the .Next War,” published in Esquire for September, 1935; second price to Na thaniel PeSer for “Why Liberalism Is Bankrupt,” published in Harper’s for August, 1934; third prize divided be tween Joseph Wood Krutch for “Was Europe a Success?” a series published in tiie Nation in August and Septem ber, 1934, and Meridel Le Sueur for ‘I Was Marching,” published in the New Masses for September 19, 1934. The level of the book, as a whole, is • routine and familiar. One feels that one has described it^hen one has BOOKS RECEIVED. Non-Fiction. Your Income Tax: How to Keep It Down. By Hugh Satterlee and I. Herman Sher. New York: Si mon and Schuster. Concerning Knowledge. 2 Volumes. By Hugh W. Sandford. New York: G. P. Putnam’s Sons. A Handbook for Amateur Actors. By Van H. Cartmell. Garden City: Doubleday, Doran & Company. The Centrality of Christ. By Wil liam Temple, Archbishop of York. New York: Morehouse Publishing Co. Fiction. YOUNG WIFE. By Wallace Irwin. New York: D. Appleton-Century Co. Girl Wanted! By Josephine Daskam Bacon. New York: D. Appleton Century Co. Beth and Ernestine Graper. By Elizabeth Corbett. New York: D. Appleton-Century Co. Flower of the Gods. By Achmed Abdullah and Anthony Abbot. New’ York: Green Circle Books. written that it does seem to be a worthy enterprise. LAND*WITHOUT SHADE. By Hans Hellritz. Translated from the German by Kenneth Kirkncss. New York: Robert M. McBride & Co. \S THE world become narrower the market for books about im probable places grows correspondingly wider, or so it would seem to one who looks over a great many volumes of all sorts and conditions. For,not only is there an increase in books of travel, as they are called, but within that group there is a noticeable secondary growth in works that treat of back country districts, and among £\en these there is a marked fondness on the part of read ers for such volumes as purport to be written about ‘'forbidden” lands; so that in ever-swelling numbers our enterprising writing men and women scurry off to Tibet, or the country of the head hunters (wherever it may be) or to particularly nasty sections of the Arctic Circle, or to the Straits Settlements or to Arabia. Arrived, by the simple device of keeping track of the number of miles they move and seeing to it that they have a couple of narrow squeaks, and are threatened by a native chieftain or two, they usually turn out quite a respectably marketable product. Writing skill is by no means neces sary, nor is the capacity to become imbued with the genius of the coun try visited. The number of miles is of first importance, and after that just some “native customs” and you have a book to make the eyes of pub lishers glow with justifiable anticipa tion of neat profits. So we have here a book about Arabia, Arabia in its “forbidden” aspect, Arabia of that district where “no white men are permitted to visit.” It is not uninteresting and the pictures are really grand. or in THIS HILLS, by Lord Dunsany. New York: G. P. Putnams Sons. JN THIS full-length novel. Lord Dun sany (may the saints send him happiness!) gravely tells the tale of how Mickey Connor, aged 18, alarmed because the three old women of Cra nogue had started cursing (and no one knows where a curse may fall) fled into the hills and placed himself at the head of an army of eight friends and started a private war. And a pleasant, unreasonable tale it is, too, and one that you should be reading. As to what Mickey’s war was about, he explained it himself to a girl whom he met in an orchard as follows: “ T hear you have a great army now,’ were her first words to him. “ ‘I have,’ he said, for it was not for him to undo the work that rumor had done for him. “ ‘Where have you them?’ she asked. “ ‘Up in the hills,’ he said. “ ‘What are your politics?’ she asked. " ‘Just against the government,’ an swered Mickey. “ ‘Which government?’ asked Alan nah, for the English had only been gone a year. “ ‘Any government,’ said Mickey. ‘Sure, what’s the use of them? No man can be free when there's a gov ernment over him.’ “ 'He cannot.’ said Alannah. ‘But who are you fighting against?’ “ ‘Sure, no one yet,’ replied Mickey. ‘But I got a very wicked letter from Patsy Heffeman.’ “ ‘Oh. don’t go to war with Patsy,’ she said. “ ‘Why not?’ he asked. “ ‘He’s terrible wicked,’ she said. “ ‘So am I,’ said Mickey.” And so he went to war with Patsy Heffernan. And so this story, which might have been a mere stringing to gether of exaggerations, becomes, by the genius of this rare writing man, a delicate and moving parable of high endeavors and constancy and courage, a tale which falls outside realities, but which, by the perfection of its propor tions, throws a light on realities that shows them to us in significance far exceeding any they possess when wear ily looked at from their own sad levels. There have been some truly fine vol umes of statistics put out in the past few weeks, but the reviewer perversely recommends “Up in the Hills.” DOCTOR MORATH. By Max Rene Hesse. Translated from the Ger man by Edward Cranfcshaw. Bos ton: Houghton Mifflin Co. 'Y'HIS is a novel with a hospital set ting, further made (for the American reader) a work of scene by the circumstance that the hospital is in Buenos Aires. When the book was published abroad the New York Times wrote of it: “Social scenes of great charm al ternate with philosophic conversa tions of cultured men with hospital experiences and expert descriptions of operations, and with scenes from mar ital life that lay bare the most hidden secrets of passion.” Despite the exquisite phrasing and subtle analysis of this critical obser vation, the present reviewer holds that social scenes even of great charm and philosophic conversations even of cul tured men, together with descriptions >f operations and the laying bare of the secrets of passion do not neces sarily make a novel. In just the same fashion, she holds that the participle “hidden” is not co rable, as used in the August Times’ review, according to the laws of syntax, or, if you prefer, plain old grammar. Still, the book is not anywhere near so terrible as the Times description w%uld make you think. It is con cerned with the life of a surgeon of— yes, high ideals. It is somewhere throbbingly Teutonic, but to be throb bingly anything a work clearly has to be alive. One can say that this novel has that quality which, on the stage, is called “good theater.” It is, anyway, above the level of routine contempo rary Action. IN THE SECOND YEAR. By Storm Jameson. New York: The Mac millan Co. TPHIS, alas, is another one of those essays of what lies ahead, of the type which has been yielding writing men and women such pleasant profits ever since Mr. Wells took up his lit erary corner on the “future” market and made so handsome a killing thereby. Our own fair lad, Sinclair Lewis, has recently written a book describing how horrid it will be in America when the dictators take us over in years to come. And now Storm Jameson does virtually the same thing for England. She does not do it badly, but, of course, she does do it. If you like that sort of book, there seems to be no reason in the world why you should not like this one. But you will have to like the sort first—that is certain. THE SURROUNDED. By D’Arcy .McNickle. New York: Dodd Mead & Co. 'T'HE recent slow but sure encroach ment of the American Indian on the pages of sentimental fiction has : caused reviewers to wonder hopefully whether they might not look for a I corresponding decrease in Negro novels ! of the popular consumption type. For, while .there would seem to be little or nothing to choose between in the D ARCY McNICKLE, tchose early life on the Flathead Indian Reservation provides the ! background for his richly imaginative story of a young half caste in “The Surrounded,” just published by Dodd, Mead & Co. ' From the jacket design of “Doctor Morath,’’ by Max Rene Hesse; Houghton, Mifflin Co. ------> ______ •> ! two types of books, the Negro novel is getting thin just from use. But the hope, even if realized, seems likely to prove barren, for the burning- ; browed literary boys who set up as j interpreters of the long-suffering red j man have to date no more to offer : and that is of a less meaty quality, j The utmost they have demonstrated ! yet is that to be an Indian is to be unhappy and, in some mysterious but very lofty sense, superior to every body else. It makes slightly atten- ) uated fare. The present novelffollows along this j pattern. For the technically minded , the information is offered that the tribe and hero are Flatheads, the latter a half-breed, or, as the pub lisher terms him, a “half-caste." For the less expert reader, however, it is to be feared that one fiction Indian will seem very like another, or even, in the words of Sancho Panza, “often times a good deal worse.” WINCHESTER HOUSE. By Anne Green. New York: E. P. Dutton & Co. 'T'HIS is an extremely clever book about New York, taking in the brownstone front life and also that of the village. Its cleverness lies in its writing, rather than its content, but that ought not to trouble the reader who likes the neat, smart and not too plausible, well-served. For that sort of thing, one can recom mend it. LAND OF THE PILGRIMS’ PRIDE. By Robert Paterson. New York: Napier & Noyes. 'T'HIS is another political novel, hav ing for its real theme an exam ination of the recent trends of gov ernmental affairs. For that reason, as belonging to a rapidly grouped class of books, it is mentioned here. It is written amateurishly and with a lack of taste which prevents its observa tions from being impressive, even when they express opinions which seem justified. PERFECT SPECIMEN. By Samuel Hopkins Adams. New York: Live right Publishing Corp. A NOTHER of Mr. Adam’s adroit and innocent tales, this time about a young man brought up to be a “perfect specimen” of manhood and a young woman who undertook to undo him. It will amuse you, in all probability. THE DAWN OF A NEW ERA,’ 1250 1453. By Edward P. Cheyney. New York: Harper & Bros. 'T'HE series of works planned by Har per & Bros, to cover the history of Europe from 1250 until modem time receives its introduction in the present volume. That is to say, the present volume is No. 1 of the series, although other volumes have already appeared. There are to be 20 in all, each by an author deemed to be an authority in his field. The whole series will be called "The Rise of Modern Europe." The present volume is in the na ture of a survey covering the period of transition from the medieval to the modem era. It treats of the expansion of trade, the rise of towns, the development of business tech niques, the alliances between kings and burghers, the growth of repre sentative institutions, the rise of the lower classes, the gradual weakening of the influence^ of religion and. finally, of the emergence of na tionalism. The author is professor-emeritus of history at the University of Penn sylvania. -- AMERICAN CHAMBER OF HOR RORS. By Ruth De Forest Lamb. New York: Farrar & Rinehart. 'J'HE author of this book has been chief educational officer of the United States Food and Drug Admin-1 istration, and her work is an account of the efforts of that body to control and end the selling to the public of harmful and unclean products. She covers a wide range of merchandise of this type—butter, cosmetics, fruits covered with the residue of poison spray, medicines and sub-standard goods generally. Her work is not misnamed either. While the reader is compelled to decide that she has chosen the most shocking cases for her demonstra tions. he must still feel that the present state of the law is in great need of tightening. The book makes plain beyond a doubt that there are loopholes which permit the wide spread sale of products that are no better than poisons. It is a horrify ing, but still a fascinating, record. THE PATH TO PROSPERITY. By Gilbert M. Tucker. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons. yyE have here a book on what is worng with America, why the depression and what price New Deal. To deal briefly but honestly with it— Its argument seems to be that our pesent society is founded on privilege and injustice, and that until we “do away” with these horrid wrongs, at tempts at palliative measures will fall short of serving. An excellent thought, really, and one that nobody would dream of contradicting. APACHE AGENT. The story of John P. Clum. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Co. rJ,HIS is a straightforward account of the cleaning up of the last of the renegade Apache Indians, given individuality by being written from the point of view of the man who was Apache agent at the time, John P. Clum. Army officers, civilians, Innocent bystanders and would-be romantic novelists have already writ ten the tale. Another book on the subject can surely harm nobody. And this one is pretty good. LEARN TO SKI! By Hermann Bautzmann. New York: The Mac millan Co. QNE S own reaction to the impas- I sioned title of this work would be to inquire categorically, “Why?" However, for those who require no inswer to the question, the following information is vouchsafed: The book purports to be a com plete manual of skiing. Its author is eminent in the ski-world, and the pages contain many diagrams. These latter are particularly interesting, ihbwing, as they do, a young man with an extremely firm chin, per performing such maneuvers as the inow plow with bow-legs, the snow plow with knock knees, the herring pone and the gelaendesprung. One ;rugts the reader follows. The final chapter is called “The Waxing of Skis," and one had inno :ently imaged that it had some STORM JAMESON, Author of “In the Second Year’’ (Macmillan), thing to do with the increasing pop ularity of this agile sport. How ever, it turns out that, quite other wise, this is a discussion of the comparative merits of rubbing the gentle skis with salt herring, rind of smoked bacon, beeswax, lard, tar, fat or resin. Well—live and learn. THE KITCHENETTE COOK BOOK. By Ruth Taylor. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons. A LOOSE-LEAF cook book designed ^ for the guidance of ‘‘the woman whose activities, business or other wise, do not enable her to spend much time in housekeeping.” It seems to be full of very good ideas and lots of information of a useful nature on varieties of foodstuffs. THE PHANTOM OF FORTY-SEC OND STREET. By Milton Raison and Jack Harvey. New York: The Macaulay Co. 'j'HIS is a bizarre mystery oi uie costume variety. A murder is committed by a man dressed in the garb of Napoleon and assuming, over his victim, the well-known Napoleonic, pose. While the police are still waking up, a second crime is committed by a figure wearing a toga of the style af fected by the Empero Nero. And then a third by Capt. Kidd in sea boots, earrings and otherwise full regalia. All this in or about Manhattan. It is one of those mysteries where all the characters talk in the tough oblique dialect which, as every one knows, is the accepted language of the native New Yorker. It is solved at last by the “cynical young dramatic editor” of one of the dailies. Why has that jouranlist-detective become cynical, one wonders? He has, of course. He never shows his face in any thriller nowadays without a bored sneer twisting his mobile sensitive lips. It makes one a little wistful for the days when he was the youngest reporter and solved the mysteries that Center street despaired of with an air of eager boyish igenuousness and a simple sest for good, clean fun. But he has grown up since then. Eheu fugaces--1 He is an editor now. ^ CHILDREN OF MOUNT VERNON Washington's Diary Shows that Despite Fact He Was Child less He Played Part of Father to Many Nieces, Nephews t And Other Fortunate Youngsters. By Edna J. Roberts. (i \ K Y HOME," wrote George l\j1 Washington, “may be / V 1 compared to a well-re T * sorted tavern,” referring in his diary to his life at Mount Vernon on the Potomac River. This entry in the diary had reference, be yond doubt, to the numerous chil dren of his immediate family, many of whom spent their entire youth on the estate. This same diary stands as a record of their lives, and sentences taken at random from the yellowed pages weave themselves into a picture of the days at Mount Vernon when “all the world was young and every lass a queen.” Turning its pages is like looking through an old family album, from which quaint little faces peer, faces framed in plaited curls and frilled collars. Today the stone floor of the great piazza of the mansion is well worn from the patter of their feet, and all about remain evidences of their life there, silent memorials of an era of charm and grace. Beneath this roof echoed the childish laughter of those who grew to maturity and made American tradition with their intellect and courage. Some of them bequeathed to coming generations a proud heritage. The ghosts of Ameri can history walk through the silent halls of the old house, and it Is with a deep reverence that one opens doors of the past to look into their private lives. were not the only youngsters who played an Important part in the home from which Washington marched to war, and to which he returned to find peace and contentment. Some idea of the vast number who were closely associated with him may be realized m reading his last will in which he made bequests to 41 relatives. While Washington lived at Mount Vernon it was a child’s kingdom. He observed a "children’s hour.” as he called it, each evening as the candles were lighted. It was a time entirely devoted to their interests and needs, and the writing of letters to those who were absent from his fireside. Known as a man of few words, Jefferson says of him. "he wrote more readily than he spoke, in an easy, correct style,” and his letters are clear evidence of the great influence he put forth in molding and forming the young lives about him. AT THE time of Washington’s marriage to the widow Custis, her children, Martha and John, were 4 and 6 years old. Soon after the marriage the old ledger contained such entries as, “10 shillings worth of toys; six little books for children be ginning to read; for Master Cus tis, I light duffel coat with silver frogs; 1 piece of black ribbon; 1 pair of handsome silver shoe and knee buckles; for Miss Custis, 4 years old, 1 pair of silver sleeve buttons with stones; 2 caps and 2 tuckers if fashionable.” Later there was an invoice of goods from London which called for, "a forte piano; ‘The Wayworn Traveler,’ a song for Miss Custis." There were items such as a, "locket bot—in Phila., a Hatt., Children's books, whirligigs, sashes.” •••vnaj v*«a*%*w UllifA) Utdl Ulg 11UJ cargo sailed up the broad Potomac River and anchored at the wharf which linked Mount Vernon with the ports of Europe. Many a romance was kindled in the old mansion, for the young ladies of the family were brought to Mount Vernon to meet distinguished guests and proivided with husbands through these associations. The first marriage there was that of Washington’s nephew and Mrs. Washington’s niece, recorded in the diary as “after the candles were lighted George Augustine Washington and Prances Bassett were married by Mr. Grayson.” As foster father to the children of his brother, Samuel Washington lav ished his affection upon them. One of the most interesting of these children was Harriot Spending seven years at the estate on a "visit,” she gained the reputation of “wanting to be dressed up all the time.” When she arrived she had “no disposition to be careful of her cloaths, having her best things always in use.” Her uncle had hopes that he might change some of her characteristics, and his letters to her were filled with kindly advice and admonitions as to choice of friends and manner of behavior. “She is young," he wrote, “and with good ad vice may yet make a fine woman.” T_TARRIOT might in this day be 11 termed a gold-digger, for she wrote to her benefactor often after leaving his roof in such terms as— “How shall I apologize to my dear and Honor’d for intruding on his goodness so soon again, but being sensible for your kindness to me, which I shall ever remember with the most heartfelt gratitude, in duce me to make known my wants. I have not had a pair of stays since I came here: if you could let me have % pair I should be very much oblige} to you, and also a hat and a few other articles. I hope my dear Uncle will not think me extrava gant, for really I take as much care of my cloaths as I possibly can.” Out of the depths of an old trunk recently discovered have come letters, bills and receipts. Redolent with camphor and age, they yield intimate details of expenditures of the Wash ington family. The trunk once be longed to Betty Lewis, only sister of George Washington. Her children played an important part in the ex ecutive life of President Washington. One of her boys was appointed to his own “Life Guard.” Howell Lewis was offered a secretaryship at Mount Ver non, which position carried a salary of $300 a year. The other brother, j Lawrence, served at the time of the ' President's retirement, at which time ! Washington offered him a home. Lawrence Lewis accepted the offer and later married Eleanor Custis. The “French boy,” although not of the family, held-an exalted place in it. The Marquis de Lafayette, who came as a young nobleman of 19 to America, was always referred to in j the most affectionate terms. From j his very first visit he won a place in ! Washington’s heart and he would ! travel great distances to meet the! “French boy” and escort him to Mount Vernon. The experiences of war | brought them closer together and : formed a life-long alliance. 4a (Vib 4b... bf iibbbmn.4 boy, who dreamed that Gen. Wash ington gave him a certain piece of land. The sequel to that dream is told in Washington’s will. Historians believe beyond doubt that the dream er was none other than Bushrod, favorite nephew, and son of John \ Augustine Washington. The estate j of Mount Vernon was bequeathed to him, including all of his uncle's pa pers and the library, the conveyance of the deed to the property being ; made for the “consideration of natural j affection.” Bushrod was his uncle’s j traveling companion on the eventful ■ western trip of 1784. He was given legal training by Judge James Wil son in Philadelphia, becoming an eminent jurist and associate justice of the United States Supreme Court j from 1798 to 1829. He fully repaid all of his uncle’s kindness and in later life assisted him in ail his legal affairs. TN THE Spring of 1781, the great river flowing by the very door step of the estate had brought Brit- j ish boats filled with troops. Young Lund Washington, a nephew who had ; been left in charge of the place at that [ time, sighted their approach. Lund was fearful of the enemy and wel comed the officers with extreme cour tesy. Refreshments were served them as a diplomatic gesture to safeguard from any contemplated damage to the estate. However, on receiving word of this happening, Gen. Wash ington immediately wrote his nephew: “It would have been a less pain ful circumstance to me to have I heard that, in consequence of your ! non-compliance with their request, they had burnt my house and laid the plantation in ruin. You ought I to have considered yourself as my representative.” Nevertheless Mount Vernon was left unharmed by this bit of disapproved strategy. Another favorite niece was Fanny, wife of George Augustine. She and her husband took charge of the es tate during Washington’s presidency. Her aunt, Mrs. Washington, show ered them with gifts from Philadel phia, the “seat of government” at that time. Never was a mission so important that time could not be found to purchase gifts for the “chil dren,” as they were called even after reaching manhood and womanhood. The Custis children, Jack and < Martha (Patsey) lived at Mount Ver non in their babyhood. The tragedy of Patsey’s death left Jack the sole recipient of his mother’s affection. She was unhappy when he was away, and he grew up somewhat pampered, and with a greater liking for dogs, horses and guns than for study and work. Out of his many boyhood flirta tions a serious affair developed with Nellie Calvert, and he married her just before the war. Sufferings from exposure during this service resulted in his death, and two of his four chil dren were taken by the Washingtons in their early childhood. They were George Washington Parke and Eleanor Parke Custis. ♦ 1 n -u 11 j was furnished by tutors who held a prominent place in the family. Many names which now stand out in history may be found among those who acted as tutors for these children Noah Webster once applied for the position, and Tobias Lear held it for many years. Lear became Washington's private secretary and married into the family. He was at Washington's bedside when he died, and it is from his pen the last words of the great man have been passed on to posterity. Gideon Snow was Nellie Custis’ first tutor, and they continued a lifelong friendship. Her musical education was under the supervision of her grandmother, who proved to be a severe disciplinarian, requiring four and five hours' practice each day and t many raps on the knuckles if the granddaughter showed any careless ness. 'J'ODAY Nellie's bed room under the sloping roof is furnished with her high bed. reached by carpeted steps, a chest of drawers with brass handles * and a large stool. The brass handles arp designed in the form of lions, the same design worked on the cover af the stool by the young lady. Below’ in the music room, which seems as much Nellie's room as the little bed room, stands the imported “forte piano.’’ untouched and as silent as the nearby music box and rosewood Bute. Over the piano hangs a pastel }f the lovely little lady. Her wedding iav, which was also George Wash ington’s birthday anniversary, was :he event of the year, and the well mown painting of the bride descend mg the winding stairway gives some ^ idea of the beauty and grace of the young belle of the Washington house hold. Washington died childless, but his life had been filled with childish laughter and tears, for he had carried all the responsibilities of a natural father in the care of his 20 or more nieces and nephews, and they re mained close to his heart even in their mature years. Mount Vernon s Tenant \ (Continued From First Page.) the ancient kitchen, butler’s house, smoke house, laundry and coach house and other outbuildings. And inside the mansion itself such a host of relics that even to catalogue them would require columns of space. But deserving of detailed mention is a room which perhaps may be termed the most historic of any in the country, the chamber in which Washington died. Here is the bed stead upon which Washington breathed his last on December 14. 1799. Here also are his bureau, wash stand, mirror, shaving stand and an armchair which belonged to his mother. Sharing interest with this room is a tiny one on the third floor which Mrs. Washington occupied after the death of her husband. In keeping with the custom of the time, she closed his room after his death, and took this one, under the roof, from which she could see Washington’s tomb. The vault she could see is now known as the old tomb, and all bodies were removed from it in 1831. Wash ington himself had stipulated that this be done because of the danger of landslides at that point. Abotfe the doorway of the hallowed new tomb, cut into the stone, is the simple legend: Within this Enclosure Rest the Re mains of Genl. George Washington.” To this place, and especially during the many years of Col. Dodge’s ad ministration, have come the great and the humble of this and all other lands under the sun. Presidents, kings, emperors here iitivc uutuvcicu uvioie uie nvu nim ble sarcophagi which inclose the bodies of George and Martha ^Wash ington. Here all ranks are leveled as potentates join ordinary citizens in rendering tribute to the man whose courage, fortitude and genius brought a new Nation into being. Everywhere on the estate are evi dences of Washington’s abiding love for Mount Vemon. One finds with delight original boxwood hedges, sturdy trees which he set out as sap lings, fields over which he rode, even the coach in which he made his jour neys, the very china, knives and forks with which he ate, and the glasses in which he responded to the toasts in which he invariably was the central figure. AS ONE wanders about the place, or sits on the portico facing the broad Potomac, one visualizes easily the scenes enacted here a century and a half ago. There return again to visit with the great man at Washing ton such figures as Lafayette, Jeffer son and a host of others whose names are written indelibly in the annals of the country. One relives the days of open-handed Virginia hospitality; sees again the glow of candles in .their beautifully wrought sconces; hears again the tinkle of glass, the echo of laughter, the resonant voice of Washington discussing affairs of the There comes, too, the vision of an event which took place at Mount Ver non on Washington's last birthday, in 1799. gladdening the few remaining j months of his life. The scene is the , marriage of his beloved stepdaughter, j Nellie Custis, to Lawrence Lewis after an idyllic romance. And if but a brief visit to Mount Vernon so stirs the imagination, what a host of memories will be awakened this week for Col. Dodge, who has be hind him 51 years of intimate asso ciation with this treasured spot! While Americans here and through out the world celebrate Washington's birthday on Friday, it is at Mount j Vernon that the most poignant of an i niversary dramas will be enacted. For Harrison Howell Dodge the i panorama of his own life and that of Mount Vernon inevitably will appear * j to merge, and in the quiet of their mutual offices Gen. Washington and he together will pore over the well worn account books which tell the day-by-day story of the ancient estate. One knows that Gen. Washington will find that at Mount Vernon the faith has been kept. Bank of Congress (Continued From First Page.) the members let their salaries accu mulate. While they are not permitted to deposit outside money—money that v may be sent to them from home, for instance—they can leave their salaries at the sergeant at arms’ office and t check against this money. To provide them proper checking facilities, old Uncle Sam even goes so far as to have the check books made at , 4 the Bureau of Engraving and Printing, and there is no finer sample of check book in all the land than these, the books carried by the Representatives. The books are encased in smooth, soft, yellow leather—a: sort of calfskin ef fect, with a silky-satin finish that feels to the fingers like the fur on a cat’s back. And the paper itself is of the finest. Also the engraving. The design carries the mace—token of the sargeant at arms office—and a front view of the United States Capitol Building. There, then, you have an idea of what goes on in the way of a banking t business down under the dome of the Capitol. This bank does a regular banking business, too, even to making loans. So if you ever run out of funds down on Capitol Hill and know a Rep resentative who trusts you, here is a good chance to get a helping hand from Uncle Sam. RHAITQ BOUGHT DUUISjJ and sold We pay the highest prices fer 'l good books, old prints, autographs. BARGAIN BOOK SHOP 808 9th St. N.W. Dl. 5007 .. '