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THE BEGINNING
rjMîOl'ESSOU FAIRFIELD OSBOliN is tlie author of
—J a very interesting and suggestive book entitled "The
J Origin and Evolution of Life." That there is evolu
tion all agree. How it takes place is pretty well known.
But no one knows what causes it. or rather what was the
original cause. The author does not pretend to have j
solved the problem of the ages, hut he does venture to hope |
that lie has "obtained a starting point for new and untried
paths of exploration which may he followed during the|
present century—paths which have long been trodden
with a difterent purpose by physicists and chemists, and
bv physiologists and biochemists in the study of the or-,.
gaiusiu itself. It is to these men, rather than to the nat-j
()k for
uralifds, thinks Professor Osborn, that we must
the solution of the problem. He says:
If the naturalists have failed to make progress in the search for
causes, 1 believe it is chiefly because they have attempted to reason
backward from highly complex plant and animal forms to causes. The
cart has always been placed before the horse; * * * we Have
been thinking from matter backward into energy rather than from
energy forward into matter and form. \
But this is simply reasoning from the known to the un
known, a process the soundness of which is generally up-j
hold. Yet there* arc exceptions. By the use of a seien- ;
titic imagination one may perhaps evolve a theory, and I !
then lest it hv the facts to which it; is sought to apply it.;
But (*von from Professor Osborn's point of view, it is hardi
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low there can he any study ot. energy apart from ;
to SIM
matter and form. *
I f the energy is not in the particular bit of matter un
der investigation, it is in some other related matter.
If the materialistic conception of the universe be ac
cepted («very factor of the problem is present in the uni
verse, and always has been. It does not seem to help
much to say that energy is the cause of evolution, since
there could have been no energy without pre-existing life.
The question is, not how life operates in matter, how it is
modified, or how it evolves-and is reproduced—but how it
got into matter at all. To say that it is the product of en
ergy may bf* to "put the cart before the horse," since it
might ho answered that energy is the product of life. And
it would still he necessary to inquire as to the source of
the initial energy.
How in the search for the origin of life one can get verv
far away from the forms in which it manifests itself is
hard to see. It is difficult to think of a time when there
was no life on tin» earth. Yet must we not lx* able at least
to imagine such a condition if we are ever to discover how
the earth at a certain stage ceased to he dead? Did life
come from outside the earth, or from outside the universe
—that is, from God? The only other alternative is that
it was evolved f rom dead matter, and that is a conclusion
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ili.it tlu; \\ lost and most lea mod men have been slow tojing
accept.
CLOTHES AND THE MAN
F personality were merely something that attracts at
tention, the only conclusion conlcl be that the greatest
to
J personalities were those possessed by people with
much money, and a willingness to spend it. That is. it is
something that can he bought. To such an absurdity does
the theory inevitably lead.
Those whom one turns on the street to look at mav be
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•—and usual I v are—the most miserable creatures alive.
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liamJy I('.SS s;i(i tire ttlOSO who IUT RlYVclVS Spoken Ol ill.
terms of outward apparel. It must have been of such j
that Carlyle was thinking when he said: "Because there
is nothing in himself, he hungers and thirsts that you find)
something in him." And when we talk of his clothes or:
style we confess that these are all there are to him. And
that means that personality has nothing to do with lhe
person, hut only with what the person puts on
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Strip hin) to "his foolish hide," and lie would, on this;And"
theory, have no personality at all! Thackeray drew a
picture of a supposedly great king in his gorgeous robes,
and a splendid creature he seemed. But he also drew him
naked and hare. The moral was that the monarch was ;
No
nothing but clothes. Mark Twain subjected him who was
lately czar of Russia to the same treatment, with the same
result. In both cases the man underneath the robes was ! 0,
despicable or contemptible.
By putting the judicial robes on a fool you cannot!
make him a great judge. Poor Christopher Sly never!
ceased to be a tinker. Clothes can do much—as the his-l
tory of kings and courts proves—but they cannot confer
personality. That is a quality that is horn in a man. 11
cannot be bought with money.
The greatest personality that the world has known
was that possessed by one who had not where to lay His
head. Tt is, as has been said, a native quality, conferred
by divine imposition. Nothing can be mistaken for it, nor
can it he mistaken for anything else.
Bill
On
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WHATCHAMA
COLUMN
PEPS
Maybe Fuel Administrator Garfield
! wil1 ,iav <> to reorganise hie coalignltion
cabinet.
Why talk about n German "peace
dove" when we all know it's a buzzard?
—o—
Coal ma y soon become valuable
enough to he a medium of exchange,
says an editor. And when that hap
pens, you can bet we'll not spend ours
in lump sums.
—o—
Waiter Arrested for Flirting. Twice
j Warned. '—Headline. Thought a waiter!
| always took a tip q _
to enlarge your bank account, first
have u I,hu "'* IH ^' l o pd ;
From now on f ° r quite a speii the
be lhe furn _ ace
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A K .-save your oui the«. They
mi * ht come in handy for the driving
wheel.
-The accelerate
dance.
C. B.—Y
advice. We said: "If your engine doesn't
work, why not copy from your wise
copy '
; Miss k.
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end
I They will bo trying to put the ticket !
; scalpers out or business.
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certainly did notread our|*
neighbor. And have it cleaned." We|
did not say anything about carbon T
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e left-hand drive was in-'
vented in order to leave the right arm j
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WHEN THE WAR FINALLY DOES |
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And Sarah Bernhardt will just be
starting on another last tour. j
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Ten thousand inventors will be work
ing on puncture-proof tires.
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The jury will still be trying to decide!
which was the real American war song 1
in 1917.
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Women will lie getting off the street
ars backward.
People will be telling about the time
then eggs were only $2.50 a dozen.
SCREENED.,
Richard Carle attended a motion pic
ture performance recently and in the
pictures Carle recognized an old friend,
an actor, whom he had not seen in
The man in the picture wa
lading a paper.
bent)
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Fa p.
That
"Why doesn't lie look up?" we asked. !
"Ik* doesn't dare look up," replied
Carle. "I loaned him $50 in Philadelphia j
nine years ago and lie probably knows
I am in the audience."
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WHY NOT TRY FRANCE, SID? .
eyond, I'll forget tlie bond! it
ickled my very soul. of
quail, the green of the
There shall I find
goal.
Bil).
THE DAILY UPLIFT
A north Idaho exchange says that one
I o f it« readers "sprained his back lift
tojing the fore part or the week." Tie
should have tackled It a day at a time.
Lucky for him he didn't ti
month off the calendar.
y to pry a
NOT NOW.
Kditor Ceps: is it proper for the host
to give a second helping at dinner?
MBS. E. B.
Madam: It is not.
when the nation wLmu
prized,
The people of Idaho waited
For something new; now they have got
A state that is Bicknelkitcd.
THE CANNED DIPLOMAT.
Ay bane one Swedish diplomat,
Ay serve the kaiser well.
Ay ® ot nf>utrality down pat '
Ay run to him and toll;
This war bnne nothing but p fight,
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Prett r »<>« for the latter-day play
hi* upmf-date dmma he nu*
With ferryboat crashes and motor car
smashes.
All highly productive of thrills.
He throus in the phone and the 1 *
ticker,
"° rks ' IP a c ° r "'' r ,n whoat
DPVOid i , d h< ' aid of a K» mb i' n K house
Or even a subway express
big private yachts cruise about
through his plots
Until you're knocked off your seat.
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Consider poor hapless Bill Shakespeare,
Who fought his way up to success.
No radiograms lapped In transit
Crabbed Brutus* Involved little game,
0, £u "wnhxm'wöi 11 *^ '* ' urn on H,r
I out Just ihr sa mo.
With nothing hut murder and battle.
And both in n primitiv« state.
Bill turned out his plays ami lived all
his days
On a bnr« ten per rent of the gal«.
Ho lacked every trick that the play
wright
Today must employ for a thrill.
Yet tlie pace that he set they are fol
lo\\ing yet;
Some rare little genius was Bill!
A Detroit manufacturing company,
1n filling*, gun contract for the British
government, ordered a quantity of
brass from Japan, but when the eight
carloads arrived the manufacturers
found that the metal would not smelt,
as it was old Chinese coins, covered
with brass.
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TOO MUCH
EFFICIENCY
A CLEVER SERIAL STORY.
By E J. RATH.
Author of "Wbon ths Devtl Was
Sick," "One-Cylinder Sam," etc
CHAPTER XIV*. (Continued.)
"The Charity tree!" whispered Con
stance.
Then, without a further word, the
trio drove forward against the wind,
crossed the street, and entered Madi
son Square.
A winding walk among the benches
tarried thom to ,be outPr rim of a
conldou^iRy '°ot th^bigTree /hatched
the
! "Ishcd,
bravely
a prismatic radiance in the center of the
little park. It was not a crowd in furs;
much of it wns not even a crowd in
overcoats. But for all that, it was a
Christmas crowd, and because of this
the Brookes again felt themselves
strangely aloof from It.
Only with the tree Itself did they
seem to be on terms of intimacy and !
understanding. The tree was friendly; j
It belonged as much to the three!
Brookes ns to any of the hundreds
who gazed up at its lights. So they!
Stood and stared, unmindful of numb-;
j ed feet and tingling ears. And while!
j they stood the snow came; intermit-1
our|* en « Hurries at first—the outriders of j
storm. And then, in steadily in- |
reusing numbers, the soft flakes, fly- ;
We| ln * lightly in the gusts, swept down j
T ronri * be dark sky and began their,
I patient work of covering the earth. j
I There was an uncertain stir in the !
in-' crowd. I -it t le groups began to detach!
j themselves and wander off into the)
j night. A man standing close to Con-j
stance turned up a flimsy coat collar, j
| blpw ll Pnn his fingers, and hurried
Two women with baskets
took their last look at the
blazing tree, and Joined the!
I scattering retreat. But still th
Brooke children lingered.
j A deep-voiced bell from somewliet
j beyond the square struck a heav
note—then another-and another. Bill
looked up at the great clock in th
! Metropolitan Tower. Midnight! Christ
raas hive was over.
1 "Merry Christmas. Connie," lie sa
slipping his arm around her shoulde
! "Merry Christmas, Billy."
id.
in
to A lie
He turnt
and kissed a face that was wet with'
melted snowflakes.
'Merry Christmas, Alice!"
"Merry Christmas!"
And then the sisters stood for a ;
minute, their arms about each
their cheeks touching, their
whispering "Merry Christmas!"
Why not '.' it was their tree, as mic
as anybody's. And they would lia\
kissed each other at Christmas, n
[ matter where fortune might hav
ot her
Hi»:
! found them.
her
Into
Constance felt a light hand
j arm, and, turning, looked do
tile big eyes of a child. The girl was
'not more than twelve, yet her face
j seemed strangely old for lier small
. body. It was framed in a shawl, and
it smiled up at Constance In a
of comradsliip.
"1—I came out to see the tree,"
tured the child.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yes. ma'am, And 1—1
" Yes ?"
pirit
ven
an'
"I was just watchin' you. ma'am, ai
the gentleman, an' the other lady."
The child paused and smiled ngaii
this time In manifest confusion.
"And why did you watch us'" aske
Constance gently.
"I was watchin' you say Merr
Chris'mus.' "
"Oh!"
"An' I was wonderin' if—"
Once more the voice falter
the smile persisted.
Constance stooped down, took the
small fare between her hands, and
kissed it.
"Did 1 guess right?" she whispered
"Ves. ma'am. That was it. Merry
Chris'mus! Now I'm going home,
ma'am. We—we ain't got a tree."
"And we haven't any, either, des'-,''
said Constance gently.
The cm a I stared in unbelief, tb?n
turned and started to .inrry av,ay.
"Wait, pieav-e' ' called Alice.
She was fumbling with chided Ln
fe'ers In a small purse
"Merry Chris,.mis!" she said, thrust
ng somethin!* Into the child's hand
but;
The little girl stared down into her
palm and hesitated.
"J didn't mean that
1 * hr ' s ,nUH '
rnt - ,! "'"
she said.
"But you will—just, to please me,"
said Alice In a voice that was not very
Why—yes, ma'am, An'—Merry
The little girl with the shawl ran off!
lyto the night.
The three Brookes watched the!
small figure until the darkness blotted
it out, then looked at each other, and
then for a last time at the tree.
"Let's go," said Billy, linking arms
again.
They crossed the square into Broad
way, walking in silence until, after
several blocks had been covered in the.
flying snow, Billy began to whistle uni
inconsequential little tune.
"Lot'« rat," lir m,id prrarntlv, bring-i
lag his slaters !.. an abrupt' stop in
front of a window, where a man with
a white cap was busy turning pan
cakes.
"Can we?" asked Conslame eagerly.
"Sure," he answered grandi}
80 they ate pancakes and drank
steaming coffee, and discovered that
paper napkins are a rather clever in
ventlon. And their out again into a
white Christmas.
"Anybody got an> money?" asked
Billy, as they paused on thr sidewalk.
"Mine's gone. '
"I gave mine to the little girl," said
Alice.
"And I didn't have any." confessed
Constance.
The Brooke children looked at each
other and laughed.
iTo He Continued.)
WILSON—"DON'T WORRY, WE WILL GET THE WAR SUPPLIES
_ AND SOLDIERS TO YOU."
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THE LUCK OF THE IRISH."
F A New York plumber who falls
into a fortune and into love
and into rough-and-tumble ad
venture about as fast as one
van read the details.
That is, In general terms, the an
swer to anybody's question as to what
it is made of—it being- "Th
the Irish," the new book b
AiacGrath.
William Grogan. * railed Bill, is Mr
MacGrath's plumber. He Is a big fel
J° w * athletically made, with the red
I «lost of red hair, a sort of corned;
" ! an abundance of freckles and
vyes into which one has to look but
1 «»nee to detect the soul of such a man
as one may tie to without a doubt. Be
sides his muscle and his skill at his
! trade. Bill has an argot of the streetsj
which all may hear, the beginnings of
a public school education and a thirst
tick of!
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j girl not at all in those years
an argot of the streets
face.
blue
for books all and and miscellaneous.
Hidden where nobody can see it,
however, our hero has the heart of a
i <1 reamer. For three years his .dreams
1 in large part center about a pair of
j dainty feminine feet which trip twice |
a day past the basement window of !
I his shop. He sees the rest of the j
He will
know the feet wherever lie sees them.
he believes. And presently his belief
is justified. When he gets his $28.(H)0 |
and starts on the Ajax for a tour of
th« world, there are the feet on board !
vttth him and a trifle more than sixty
incheB above them is the superlative
face of Ruth Warren.
Ruth. It appears, is pursued. Bill
becomes her guardian. He is jlu-Jit
sued. He is blackjacked. His luck Is
tested bv- every variety of violence.
Finally the chance comes profitably
to employ his weight, his skilful fists
and his vigor. And with the villains
of thP plot rounde d up and battered
up at Singapore the story goes on Jo
an expected finish. Mr. McGrath has
done neater Justice to no hero of ro
mance in his long list than to this
Bill Grogan, a broth of a plumber.
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* "DROWSY."
In the background of John Ames
Mitchell's new* novel. "Drowsy" is the
idyllic and unconventional romance of
a young American doctor and a great
European singer.
The doctor "has been wounded In a
duel fought for the diva's good name.
He recovers at a villa high on a hill
side overlooking Trieste and the Adri
atic. the singer being his companion
and nurse. Seven years later the doc
tor returns with a little son to th*
^«»»»«'husrtts hnmlrt which has hern
1,tB boyhood's home For the villHgc
,hrre "° of ,h * bo >' R motber
: bP > ond Bn <>"<'<'r»landlng 'hat she la
, «lead. The reader perceives in him a
K iri of thought-reading Inherited from
j the beautiful woman In whom that fac
h, ' on wonderfully revealed
1 « ,urin * months of attendance on a
[speechless sufferer. |
Gyms Alton Is the bnr. A drooping'
heaviness of his eyelids* producing a j
superficial effect of dullness in his j
earns him the nickname which
M•'■ Mitchell employs for the title of ,
book.
But Cyrus was not dull. He is
! inventor of marvels which, even
vague description, give Mr. Mitchell's
i8tor Y a r< ' aI Verne tinge. These
jare*marvels of electric appliance. By
means of one of them the lsd brings
diamonds from (he Mountains of the
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Moon and again, being .ejected i" '
love, flies to Mars for consolation. 1
"This Is pot a fairy tale," write
our author in his preface. Then ne
considers wonders of radio-activity al
ready brought out of the very air we
breathe, and asks his "Why Not'/'
as to interplanetary communications.
H is certain that in "Drowsy" he
both interests and sets ns to guess- 1
ing what things may come.
j "THE CASE OF MARY SHERMAN."!
The prelate in Jasper Ewing Brady's;
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From the moment that this Bishop j
lakes up tiie cause of justice and the
| boss-oppressed
away oui west,
ley. previously
"'Hie Case of Mary Sherman" is a fine ;
type of Hie fighting Bishop. He roots (
for the. home team at baseball. He likes'
! oil the sports of the manly man, from I
ho *lng to honest racing. And being:
two inches over six feet in height, with I
shoulders and muscles to correspond,;
his presence counts in a game.
] figrbit on. Three months later Dudle
I knows he is whipped. Meanwhile ;t
! story richly full of action develops be
| fore Mr. Brady's readers,
| Only once, as things run. do we
! lose faith in the Bishop. That is in
j Mary Sherman's own case. For an im
fortunate quarter of an hour, while
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people in Presidio.!
James Burchaid Dud-||
w.th all things going
way he has said, knows there is a;
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'he issue of a square deal for Mary
.'» pending, he ceases to be a red-1
| blooded man and becomes an articles-,
bound churchman. Although he recov-,
crs from llia Paralysis, we wish Mr.
Brady had left him free all the way
through the book. The case of Mary
is that she has been wedded only to be
betrayed, and that she wants the lovo
and happiness to which she is entitled.
"THE GREEN JACKET."
A small woman in gray -gray eyes
•and hair, a close.-fittmg suit and small
hat of soft gray; her only bit of color
a knitted green purse; a perfume
about her. subtle and elusive.
Suggest a detective, this description?
Not a chance of it. Yet the word pic
ture is that of Millicent Newberry,
who, In Jeanette Lee's "The Green
Jacket" takes up the mystery of the
Mason pearls right where it has baffled
the shrewdest of Tom Corbin's sleuths
and works it out to the 'sst thread.
Meanwhile, cosily employed as a seam
stress in the Mason household and call
ing herself Miss Brigham, she knits a
green Jacket Into which she puts many
queer stitches. It is s whim of hers to
have a piece of knitting for each case
end to finish it at the same time with
the case. Another of her notions—"The
Green Jacket" would not be a Jeanette,
Lee story if its characters did not have
notions—Is that one who detects a
criminal should have the say as to what
is done to the guilty.
This story is handled as little like a
regular detective story os Miss New
berry is like« regular detective. Tt has
a quiet but a constant Interest. Per
haps it carries a message. C«r%inly 't
Is entitled to high mention among the
current novels.
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"ALICE."
John Rap has taken up ths perilous
task of furnishing a sequel to Lewis
Carroll's most famous Wonderland"
story. His "New Adventures of Alice.'*
has just been published in
an'which he has both written and illua
(nitrated.
Mr. Rae's book is handsome from Its
blue, tax and gold front cover to its
final tailpiece. Its full pages in color
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and Its drawings In black and white
are effective. It carries a atory full of
fancy and jingles ingeniously con
structed. So much for the excellencies
j of the work.
The fault of the new "Alice" may he
defined as its obviousness. There 1« no
subtlety In its chapters. Things are im
related. Nobody will ever discuss th»*
' qU e 8 ,i on . asYbey'e'ndlesVly^o Tn ihe
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' e " Adventure* of 'Alle
1 ' >, ' e . Uy " ml " uleaaJn* book of go..,I
night tales. It is no more.
'' THE ROAD OF AMBITION."
* Road of Ambition, by klaim
I case of tlie Lewis Carroll hook, whet he
other things lie beneath the surf Ac
Nor will Mr. Rae's rhymes he subjc
everlastingly to quotation among ti
-immortal pertinence of the light*
I classics.
"New 'Adventure
Sterne—in which the great steel in
dustry of the country serves as a
background is s story of the super
man who from a small beginning
fights bis way from the bottom to th
top. What happens to him along the
road of his ambitions goes to make
this novel a llilng apart In the pre
j d * y f,0t,Ön ' " " a " to do with the
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ping of a big man's destiny, and
; reception Into the world "higher
up." ,Cloth— 49« Pages—gold stamp
n g —I2m° — fmm must ,. ntiona Bnil
Jacket In colo^-»1.35 net. Britton
Publishlng Co N „ w Tork ,
PLEASING A HUSBAND.
I "A Thousand Ways to Please a Hus
1 band"--with Bettina's best recipes, bv
i Louis Bennett Weaver and Helen C.
! LeCron. Is a most unique household
! compendium—the romance of cookery
(and the inspiration of housekeeping -
for two peotlle jn parUcu)ar and smsli
famille | n general It is not the usua'
rt , in . p | oddln g cook book up from
.. c0 „ pcted ., rec | pas and enIlveped bv
.photographic reproductions of cakes.
pics, roasted turkeys, and tables set
with knives and forks placed "Just so.'*
Rather It is the "life adventures" of
"Bob and Bettina'' who sail Into the
complexities of housekeeping the mo
ment the wedding Journey is at an end.
Bettina's "knowhow" plus Bob's good
natured helpfulness brlnr about im
mediate success to a lively and Inter
esting attempt at home-building.
Nearly five hundred page^i. (Cloth
Illuminated Jacket—Extra Illustrated —
$1.50 net. Britton Publishing Co., New
York.)
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"LAUGH AND LIVE.»
Many *re the inspirational hooka
that now abound wrrltten around the
various phases of existence, but "lAUgh
and Live'' is a thing apart from any
other. Perhaps It is the author's style
of writing, sort of "hammer and
touts," breezy, convincing, seaming to
come out of real experience. But the
remarkable quality of the book is that
it fascinates the mind the same ss a
high class nrtvel—grope one's fkonltfes
from chapter to chapter. There is no
preaching, no ''Eatherllness" no "Big
1" and "Little You" In the text. It Is
more like the talk of a widely exper
ienced comrade back from a voyoge.
Asked to tell what he saw ln his travels
he proceeds to do It, modestJy and well.
(Rrittln Publishing Company, Price
ID
i In a recent test It was found that
rubber is in certain respects stronger
than steel. A send blast under enor
mous pressure wss blown on a piece of
rubber snd a piece of steel, and the
rubber outwore the steel three to one.
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Mrs. Mar.* Haelli. of New York ettr.
lis the mother of a child which weighs
a pound and a half. and. according to
the nur *''- lb * infant ('mild lie dressed
in a peanut bug. bathed In a flng-r
bowl and put to bed in a half-pound
caady box.
Tlie valu« of Canadian ms nu facture*
laat year waa *2.000,000.000. compared
with *1,*12,000,000 In ltlf. ^