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AMERI CHICAGO.Thclaim VALPARAISO,the BROOKLYN.Counselor This City Is Solving its Own Peace Problem LINT, MICH.It is a self-evident truth that if every American community took care of its own problems the United States would have fewer national problems. Every community should be as nearly self-sufficient as possible. Very few communities have made so much as a beginning. Even during the active food conservation hundreds and thousands of communities were sin ning against Its first principlelocal consumption of local food products. Flint has set out to solve the prob lem of re-establishing industry on a peace basis with energy that gives the experiment great interest. Without waiting for federal initiative and pro ceeding on the theory that the way to readjust is to readjust, the business men of Flint have taken concerted action both to prevent any disturbance of conditions of employment and to modify the inflation of the cost of living caused by the war. They have resolved to keep their employees at work at their old jobs with their old wages while at the same time seeking to effect substantial price reductions In the necessities of life. They have had the price of milk reduced by one cent a quart by agree- ment, the price of shoes by 10 per cent and the price of coal by from 3 to 5 per cent, or to a figure below that fixed by the fuel administration. Land- lords have voted a 15 per cent reduction of rentals for 90 days. Is Flint to become an industrial Altrurla? It has started what It hopes will become a "nation-wide movement to break the upward trend in prices throughout the world." Whether or not that broad ideal is realized, the city has attacked the problem of high prices and industrial unrest where it is logically open to attack. Curing local evils first by local means should best effect an improvement of general conditions. Chicago "Kewpies" and Their "Bureau de Amour, police of the Windy City are taking on great airs these days. They they have something on every other police department in the United States. What is it? Well, It's a sort of "bureau de amour," as the police put it. And the detectives who are doing Cupid work don't know whether to blush or fight when ad dressed as "Kewpie." The reason for this bureau is a letter from Marcel de Vermeull, the acting French consul in Chicago, who asked Chief of Police John J. Garrity to investigate three young men, Amer-^ lean soldiers in France, their families, their standing in the community, and soon. Object,matrimony. The acting consul explained that the request for this information, following French customs, came to him from three countrywomen of his, who have accepted Chicago" boys to be their husbands. Not wishing to take a pig in a poke, even If said pig appears to be A No. 1 in every respect, these young Frenchwomen have exercised native caution in finding out just who the boys are and all about their families. Their names? Well, M. Vermeull explained that the requests came to him in a confidential manner, thafhe did not wish to make the^^publlc. but it was intimated that all three of the young men Uved on the South side before they enlisted and sailed for La Belle Francalse. "I expect there will be a good many of these requests before long," said Chief Mooney, to whom Chief Garrity turned over the request *I am going to assign three detectives to the work and they will make their report direct to the acting French consul. As there will be more of them the men assigned today may find they have a more or less permanent job for a while helping out international marriages." "Diana of the Dunes" Weeps Over a Giant Friend IND.Paul Wilson, 6 feet 5 inches sans footgear, is await- ing trial in Valparaiso jail on charges of housebreaking preferred by Henry W. Lehman of Evanston and C. H. Spring of Chicago, both of whom live betimes in the Indiana dunes, close to nature and to Alice Gray, better known as "Diana of the Dunes." Diana slipped back to nature some time ago and supported herself vicari ously as she disported in the sands. She eked out her uncertain larder by gifts of her neighbors, who included Leh man and Spring and "Fisherman" Johnson. A little while ago Diana's neigh bors began to miss butter, eggs, guns and blankets. After a rainy night. In which a crate of eggs disappeared. Johnson followed tracks to&"** There he found Diana and a man whose head was up among the ratten. was too big to be stopped and made off, notwithstanding Johnsons rifle. "Fish" Johnson found City Marshal PUlapaugh of Chesterton near by and a man hunt developed which led to Wilson's capture under a tree as he slept. He was taken to Chesterton and locked up. Diana came and gased through the bars at the being to whom she had given shelter. He hung his head and turned away. Diana came sorrowfully forth and wept. I "The man asked for shelter and I had no Idea he was paying for It by robbing my neighbors," she said. "I took him in because he was cold and wet "TXtitaS' A notebook found on Wilson contained memoranda to the effect that he whipped Carl Morris twice and earned a draw from him once. The dunes are the famous sand dunes of northwestern Indiana, along the shore at the head of Lake Michigan. Chicago hopes to establish the Dunes Natural park here. It Is now a wilderness enjoyed by many Chkagoans. It Just Happened No Joker Could Be So Cruel George E. Brower occasionally Indulges to a "friendly little game." George was sitting in the other evening for a short session and the kind dealer gave him three deuces. He drew two cards, and glancing casually took note of the fact that one of them was a two-spot. So he shut up his hands like a jackknlfe and tried to hide the fact that he had four of a kind. The center of the table began to look quite attractive after a few moments. Finally there were only Brower and one other in the competition. The other man paid for the privilege of seeing what George was holding so tenderly, and George, with a confident flourish, spread his flvs cards on the table. They were all of the same denomination, the whole five of em, gosh, and everybody began to look askance at Brower. He was right there with the alibi and the replevin and an the other legal defenses, but the Jury did not seem to take much stock tahls protestations. A committee was appointed to Investigate, and when the pack was counted It was found to consist of 56 cards, eight of which were two-spot*. Everybody in the room said "me-ow" in a loud vulgar way and the ktttf opened her maw and swallowed up the makings of two theater tickets, two pen and the price of a taxi In a twinkling. George says he sorer did believe to afdeuce wild" gas. Of course It Jest happened no Joker could be so cruel. ITtendom tAc lUMOTUfVvK, trtniic eWrn. mmn. VINTAG E fTm INTOSCM A Road in Tuscany. WAS the vintage time, and I tried to forget that half of Chris was plunged in a great war. Leaving the fighting line, I wandered about in the lovely freedom of the hill country of Tuscany, past vil las which are surmised rather than seen through the long vistas of grave, still cypresses and around smiling, sll vergreen olive slopes from whose sum mits beckon dignified palace fortresses of the Medlcis or sterner and more aged Ivy-decked towers, writes a Tus cany correspondent of the New York Evening Post. Finally, I reached the road of my morning's quest and stopped where a high wall, after many turns and twists, suddenly opened to a vision of green terraces. It was the gate to the podere upon which Ton ino and his forebears have labored for the last century and a halfthe fam-* ily "going to the land," not as serfs, but as willing servants of the soil. Entering the terraced farm, I skirt ed a stout wall with Ivy spreading lov ingly over its gray stones a hedge of winter roses followed me in fragrant companionship all the way to Tonlno's farmhouse, a structure poised bravely over a precipitous ledge of rocks. The house itself might be called an architectural slant of walls, chimneys, stone flags and steps running off and down in all directions till they seem to merge with the vines and the olive tree and the green sod. I lingered a mo ment, then followed in the wake of a primitive oxcart, painted bright red, on which the empty grape vats rumb bled sonorously as the plodding beasts dragged their draft over the stony road. Harvesting the Grape Crop. It was a paganalmost bacchanalian picture, as those huge cattle, white and big-horned, moved slowly and pro cesslonally down the way, flanked by grape vines In endless, festive wreaths and festoons strung from tree to tree. At the lower terrace a host of neigh bors was busily at work cutting the dew-moist grapes, dropping the lus cious bunches into picturesque bas kets lying all about. The sun played in glad, shifting shadows in and out of the vines and olive trees, while the damp soil, drinking in the solar warmth, exuded a moisture heavily odorous with the abounding vitality of Mother Earth. The harvesters Included many wom en, some territorial soldiers on leave and a few children. No one, old or young, gave signs of fatigue the labor was pursued slowly and easily, not at all as a struggle in overcoming time, or resistance. It was this seeming slowness of the laborers In Italy which often gives to the outsider, especially to the nervous and strenuous Ameri can observer, the impression of a wastage of time in the accomplishment of things. This apparent slowness, however, is rather a wise restraint and distribution of effort, coupled with tra ditional skill or special hardiness, which bring about results by deftness as well as by mere expenditure of force. So, at this harvesting, all of that crowded, terraced acreage had been shorn of its grapes by sundown, and all the fruit carried away to the wine press. Supper for Tonlno's Laborers. At nine In the evening we gathered at Tonlno's house for the harvest sup per, to which, by immemorial custom, everyone who'has labored in the vine yards must be Invited. We entered by the kitchen door, near which hung a little oil lamp patterned after those of the Etruscans at the long table to the main room of this casa colonica eat three generations of harvesters 24 men, women and children. A warm, soothing, "naturar odor of oxen and stable came thinly and not unpleasantly into the feast chamber, which had that dignity ef proportion and fine simplicity of lines which peaks of Tuscan taste, even In these humble quarters. A light hung from the center of the celling threw a rath er dim Illumination over the festive board, but amply sufficient for us to see all the good things which awaited, our impending attack. First soup was served from huge bowls into deep, ca- pacious dishes next came a rich and satisfying fritto misto, and then large platters, burdened with pasta redo lent with an herb savored sauce. There was plenty of honest wine to wash down the huge slashes of war bread served out generously to all of us. No Bitterness In War Talk. After the pleasant business of eating was over the men started talking about the war. It was a simple, rather ob jective discussion, without bitterness or hatred, of something unpleasant which had to be done, but all must wish that it should be ended and laid aside as soon as possible. Then the conversation waxed warm in the more direct and personal realities of the year's corps, and the promise for the coming seasons. One by one the little children snuggled closer to their mothers' sides and childish heads bent sleepily over the table or fell, relaxed and safe, on arms soft and solicitous with maternal care. The drowsiness of a hard day's labor crept Irresistibly upon the men, urging them to well-earned and refreshing sleep. We said good night and start ed homeward the little oil lamp by the door had flickered out, but a faint moonlight was bathing the landscape In a soft, mystical indistinctness far away the domes and towers of Flor ence rose skyward like dream sym bols of hopes and darings, of love and faith. I sat in contemplation, watching the moonlight wax stronger and brighter, making more real and definite the pic ture of peace on earth spread so won drously before me, till my thoughts wandered away to another harvest scene, far removed among sterner but no less peace loving mountains, a har vest scene of battle wherein men like those with whom I had gathered grapes today were the protagonists. We have been told of the thrill of a gallant assault and the stirring emo tions of a brave defense, but what of the harvest after the decisive fighting Is over and one walks over the fields plowed by the merciless artillery and harrowed by the struggles and the suf ferings of men. What of the fruitage of battle, not alone of the dead and the wounded we have been told so often, but of all the other and Inde scribably sad things which the eye and the heart of the harvest gathers! Amidst Scenes of Desolation. Look! A once flourishing little town, with not a single one of Its houses unscathed, and most of them horribly rent asunder, showing the debris of what had once been the privacy and the sanctity of peaceful hearths. In the partial shelter of these shells of homes along the main streets of the town, countless men are sitting or crouching, in full fighting equipment, waiting for orders to pro ceed to the front trenches, where a battle has just been fought and won. Let us walk to the battlefield it is reached through a pine wood still smoking resinously from the fires which the bursting shells have started. The road is wholly exposed to the range of the enemy's artillery, but thousands of men have gallantly crossed It in order to reach their com rades in the trenches beyond. You can see what the harvest has been here! There are fragments of shrap nel and unexploded shells along every foot of the line by the whir of the projectiles still passing over our heads we can reconstruct the scene of fire of some hours ago the shells whlss by us with that horrible suggestive rotatory sound which seems to say: Coming, Coming, Bangand you diet Dog Had Something to Say. The Hon. John W. Davis, appointed our ambassador in London in succes sion to Mr. Page, is an eminent law yer. Mr. Davis tells the story of a very small boy who was trying to lead a big St Bernard up a busy thorough fare. "Where are you going to take that dog, my little chapF Inquired a passerby. "ITin going to see where where he wants to go first." was the breathless reply. Germany Must Show by Deeds That She Is Entirely Changed in Spirit By LORD READING Germany in the end gave way not because she had changed her views hut because she knew she would be absolutely beaten,. The allied countries should con tinue to be watchful of Germany and the utterances of her statesmen. The Germany which now is anxious to fall in with the views of our country has yet to show by her actions and not merely by one day or two days or a year or two years that the whole spirit of Germany has changed as we wish it to change before we can ever believe in our hearts that Germany has changed from what she was before the war. We must be thoroughly convinced that the events of the past four years will never be repeated. When reading the German foreign secretary's messages regarding the armistice conditions it should be remembered that the terms of the armi- stice weTe more gentle and more merciful than would have been the terms if the war had continued. Let us continue to be watchful and wary. In peace, as in war, wc must remember what has happened. We must take to our hearts the les-j sons of the past. We do not require revenge Prance has not asked for revenge. What we did wish and what we were determined to have, both is France and England, and in all the nations associated in the great cause, was that justice should be meted out to those who were responsible for the awful horrors of the last four and one-half years. Alsace-Lorraine Will Lead France in the Work of Reconstruction By CLEMENT RUEFF 1 Alsace-Lorraine will lead Prance in the work of reconstruction. The industrial rebirth of Prance will come from the territory wrested from it in 1870 and now restored. Had it not been for the possession of Alsace-Lorraine the Germans could never have held out as long as they did. Alsace-Lorraine is a store- house of power and wealth. More than three-quarters of the iron used in Germany all these years, and especially in the war, came out of thia territory. The district of Lorraine is the biggest iron field in the world, bigger even than that of the state of Minnesota. In close proximity to the iron fields, in the district of Saar, we have one of the biggest coal deposits. The combination of these two, the coal and the iron, is what made Germany the industrial power that she became during the last fifty years. It was the Alsatians, however, who were the brains of the industries. In the question of potash, however, they were not so greatly dependent upon Alsace. Alsace possesses the largest potash fields in existence. The Germans objected to the mining of this product in regions outside their own immediate confines. In order to cut off the output of the Alsatian mines it was arranged so that they were worked to not more than 10 per cent of their capacity. Germany has been noted for its perfection of aniline dyes. The situa- tion is ironic, to say the least. In Mulhausen, a city in the territory of Alsace, is the most famous chemical college in the world. It is to the work of this college that Germany owes its superiority in the.dye industry. The people of Alsace-Lorraine form the very backbone of industrial France. I say with perfect faith, as vice president of the American Alsace- Lorraine society, that in the years to come France will rank second only to the United States in the matter of industrial wealth. Not only will she resume all those industries which have been carried on in Alsace-Lorraine during the last half century, but she will also make great strides in the development of those natural resources which have meant so much in the rise of Germany. Iron, steel, potash, chemicals, cottons and woolens are some of the fields in which Alsace-Lorraine will prove its power. And Alsace-Lorraine today means Prance. Palestine Too Precious a Conquest to Revert to Any Single Nation By DR. JOHN H. FINLEY Our American Bed Cross mission numbered about seventy persons. We gave medical aid to an average of about ten thousand a month, and there also were four or five thousand refugees to be looked after. Palestine is unique among all countries. Neither Jew nor Gentile nor Moslem has any exclusive title to it. Rather it belongs to all the nations of the western world, and it is my hope that it will loom on the horizon of all Americans as it does on mine. All Christendom must take an interest in it. Redeemed by gallant British arms, it ought to be held in trust for all civilization rather than intrusted to any single nation, race or creed. It should be a home for the Jews if they wish to go there as well as for all others, Christians and Moslems alike. I believe it should be held in trusteeship when conditions there become normal. I believe the people living in the country should decide the form their government is to take. As for the Zionists, I sm heartily in sympathy with their desires as outlined to me by Doctor Weizmann, leader of the Zionist movement, with whom I talked in London. He told me that the Zionists favored self- determination of the form of the government by the people who live there. In my opinion it is advisable to leave the administration of the coun- try to the British until preliminary reconstruction work is thoroughly under way. The population of Palestine is approximately 600,000. About 100,000 of the inhabitants are Jews. With the introduction of modern methods of agriculture and industry the land could support from three to five million people. I cannot pay too high tribute to the remarkable group of Britons who are now administering affairs in the Holy Land. Every act of these men bore the mark of fine understanding and respect for the native popula- tion and their traditions.