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Gen. Baden - Powell, Whose
Family Tree Goes Straight
Back to the Doughty Coloni
zer of Virginia, Turns Another
of His Talents to Account
LONDON, Nov. 12.—Capt. John
Smith, hero of the Pocahontas
yarn and of many another ad
venture quite as exciting and
better substantiated, has a dl
rect descendant living in England,
•who is more famous today than the
doughty captain was when he set out
for that memorable trip to Virginia 300
years ago. The descendant is none
other than Gen. R. S. Baden-Powell,
over whose successful defense of
Mafeking John Bull was so excited
that he threw dignity to the winds and
danced hornpipes in the Strand. Prac
tically every humble home in England
has a panel picture showing the na
tional idols, Roberts, Kitchener and
the doughty Baden-Powell side by
Now "B. P."—for that other "B.
P.," the British Public, always refers
to Baden-Powell affectionately by his
Initials—is an astonishing sort of man.
Next to Maj. F. R. Burnham, who has
now returned home to the United
States, he is perhaps the best scout
in the British army, and has figured
In as many adventures and hair
breadth escapes as did even his
eTeat-great-great-great-grandfat her,
Capt. John Smith. Besides his fame
as a soldier, he Is an excellent
draughtsman, he paints well, he is not
ed as a hunter of big game, he plays a
variety of musical instruments, he
•writes well, as the several books from
his pen bear testimony, and he has re
nown as an amateur actor. Further
more, he has no mean skill as a sculp
tor, so when he discovered not long
ago that no bust existed of his fa
mous ancestor, "B. P." resolved to
make one. He set about it as soon as
possible, and the work is now almost
completed. The accompanying photo
graph of it, which I was permitted to
make the other day, is the first that
has been taken.
The task of making a bust of Capt.
John Smith was a difficult one in many
ways, a fact that probably made it
additionally attractive d.o Baden-Pow
ell. To begin with, as the general re
marked to the writer when discussing
the subject, there was the question of
"You see, he was a soldier, a Bailor
and -an administrator," said "B. P.,"
"and it is rather hard to give hints of
those three different callings on one
But the chief difficulty was the fact
that there are so few authentic por
traits of Capt. Smith. Some were in
the possession of Baden-Powell'B fam
ily, but better ones, the genera]
learned, were owned by Americans,
and after correspondence he succeeded
In borrowing some of these, and getting
a''good deal of valuable data besides.
80, with nothing but these various
prints and certain scientific and mathe
matical calculations of his own, Gen.
Baden-Powell began a work which pro
fessional sculptors who have seen it
declare to be good.
As the picture shows, the general has
portrayed his famous ancestor as a
Like Zangwill's Heroine, Mary Meyer, a German Servant Girl,
Fell Heir to a Huge Fortune, But She Has Re*
fused It—Preferred to Go on Scrubbing Floors
Rather Than Leave Her Sweetheart and
Humdrum Life to Be a Fine Lady
BERLIN, Nov. 12.—01 d Truth
goes right on being stranger
than fiction, no matter whose
the fiction may be. Germany
furnishes the newest Instance, a thing
having happened in this country recent
ly that is just Israel Zangwill's "Mere
ly Mary Ann" over again In real life —
with a denouement, however, such as
even that fanciful writer would never
have dreamed of.
The plot of Mr. Zangwill's story and
play are familiar. To Mary Ann, the
"slavey" of a London lodging house,
there comes unexpectedly a legacy of
some millions, which the girls accepts,
and leaves "service" to be made into
a model "heiress." Well, to Mary Mey
er, who Is a servant In a South Ger
man househld, there also has come a
legacy of some millions—but she has
refused It and elected to remain a com
mon domestic.
The first act of this sensational ro
mance occurred a quarter of a^century
ago, when a young man of good fam
ily named Norbert Meyer contracted a
secret marriage with the pretty gov
erness of his younger brothers and sis
ters. He was twenty-five, and she was
eighteen. He was dependent on his
father for his entire Income, and she
had nothing but the clothes in which
she stood at the altar. In these cir
cumstances, the young couple who had
married for love alone had a hard
struggle. Norberfs allowance did not
suffice for the maintenance of a wife
and the cost of an apartment, and soon
he was plunged Into debt. Things went
from bad to worse until within six
months 'of his wedding he was com
pelled to disclose the secret to his
father and to apply to him for aid.
Gave Up His Wife
The father, a man absolutely without
feeling, took a harsh view of the case.
Starting from the assumption that the
governess was an unscrupulous adven
turess, who had plotted hla son's social
ruin, he declined to settle the debts
unless his son Immediately abandoned
fcis young wife and promised to have
toothing more to do with her. Young
Meyer refused these terms at first, but
necessity drove him to reopen nego
tiations with his father. His creditors
■^ere on the point of selling up his
Apartment and the public prosecutor
threatened to take action against him
for incnrring debts with intent to de
fraud, as the phrase runs in the Ger
toan statute book. In addition to these
dangers, his father announced that he
Miss Baden-Powell and the Bees She Keeps In Her Bedroom
From a Photo Taken for This Article.
bluff, hearty but determined and
brainy-looking customer, as no doubt
he was. The bust, which is about
half again life size, has been modeled
in clay, to be cast eventually in bronze.
Baden-Powell says he has no idea what
will become of it when completed, but
it will be rather surprising if so in
teresting a work is permitted to re
main on this side of the water.
"B. P." is descended from Capt. Smith
on his mother's side. She was a
"Smythe," and her father, Admiral
Smythe, came down in direct line from
the doughty colonizer whose life Poca
hontas was reputed to have saved.
Just when and why the spelling of the
name was altered is not clear, but
there is no question about the family
The making of this bust of Capt.
Smith Is the most ambitious thing in
the sculpting line that "B. P." ever has
undertaken. Horses have been his fa
vorite studies before, though he has
produced one head—that of a South
African negro—which is a fine work.
It occupies a pedestal in his study.
He models rapidly, as he does every
thing else, and the Smith bust, detail
ed as It Is, has taken him only a little
more than a month to make. Inci
dentally, every bit of the work that
"B. P." has expended upon it has been
done between the hours of 4 and 7 In
the morning.
In South Africa the natives nick
named Baden-Powell "The Wolf That
Never Sleeps." The general does slum
ber occasionally, but it is a good many
would be entirely disinherited unless
he immediately came to terms.
In his desperate position young Nor
bert Meyer surrendered and Informed
his wife that he must desert her. In
accordance with his father's Instruc
tions he offered to pay her the sum
of $7,600 if she would consent to a di
vorce on the ground of "mutual lnconi
patabllity of temperament."
Wounded in her pride and unwilling
to force herself on a husband who was
ready to abandon her, Mrs. Meyer ac
cepted the bargain after one tearful
appeal for loyalty. The sum of $7,500
seemed to the ex-governess to, be a
solid fortune, and it never occurred to
her to utilize the opportunity of secur
ing better terms for herself. In due
course the divorce proceedings were In
itiated on both sides and legal separa
tion was arranged on the ground of
mutual lncompatability. Mrs. Meyer
had given birth to a daughter, who re
ceived the name of Mary, and is the
heroine of this strange story from the
banks of the Rhine.
Deserted by Her Mother
Mrs. Meyer conceived a strong dis
like for the unfortunate baby simply
because it was the child of the husband
who had humiliated and deserted her.
When the child was about a year old
Mrs. Meyer Intrusted her to the care of
a peasant woman, to whom she paid
the sum of $6 a month for its main
tenance. Soon this tax on her slender
Income became Irksome to her. and she
disappeared from the neighborhood,
leaving her little daughter in the care
of the peasant woman, who naturally
refused to be burdened with the main
tenance of a child which had no claims
on her whatever. After waiting a few
months for the reappearance of the
heartless mother, the peasant woman
handed over the little girl to the near
est public orphanage, In which she was
reared and educated.
The life of the little pauper orphan
was not a happy one. She grew up
under strict and harsh discipline, wear-
Ing an ugly uniform as a token of her
dependence on public charity for her
maintenance. At the earliest possible
age she was obliged to do household
work, sewing, washing and other du
ties. Scarcely had she passed her
fourteenth birthday when she was sent
out Into the world to earn her own liv
ing as a domestic servant.
For the next seven years her life
was a round of continuous drudgery.
She was kitchen maid, housemaid, nur
sery maid and mald-of-all-work In
turn in a succession of modest homes.
Her earnings never exceeded $5 a
month, and were often considerably
less. She never had more than two
or three hours' recreation on one sin
gle day In a fortnight Her lot was
hard and her prospects in life hopeless.
Finally, at the age of twenty-one, she
obtained a position as domestic eer-
years since he has allowed himself
more than five hours' rest out of the
twenty-four, and the early hours of
the morning are his favorite time for
any special task, like this bust, that he
has on hand. In fact the servants at
his mother's house, where the general
lives, declare that he gets through
with a whole day's work before or
dinary people begin to think of theirs.
So at the outset he had his "raud
etuff." as he calls his sculpting para
phernalia, brought into his bedroom,
the bust standing on a tripod close to
the window; and here any morning for
the last month the famous soldier and
scout could have been found soon after
dawn giving his first and freshest
thoughts to his absorbing work.
In fact, such hours as he can snatch
before breakfast are the only time
that Gen. Baden-Powell can find for
anything outside the regular routine.
Though he is at home now, army mat
ters absorb most of his time, and on
the morning that I visited htm he had
to rush off in the midst of talk about
Capt. John Smith and his own af
fairs, in response to a hurry call from
the war office, wher«* his opinion on
some subject was" required. He is In
Immense demand socially, too, and has
Just gone to Scotland for a month or
two of grouse shooting. He expects
that his present post. Inspector general
of cavalry, will keep him in Great
Britain for the next two years.
It is doubtful if there is s more In
teresting house In London than that of
the Baden-Powells, at 82 Princes Gate,
Hyde Park—only a stone's throw from
*^^y?ycL*%jrff^V'-#^ .
Like Zangwill's "Mary Ann," Mary
Meyer, who works for a family
in South Germany, recently fell
heiress to a vast fortune. She de
clined to accept It, however, be
cause It meant leaving her lover,
a gardener, and her happy hum
drum life.
vant In the house on the banks of the
Rhine in which she is still living.
In Bnug Harbor -
Her master and mistress are a ven
erable old couple who contrive to con
tribute to the happiness of those de
pendent on them. It is not a targe
house, but it is situated In its own
grounds, two acres In extent. Besides
Mary Meyer, there is a cook and a gar
dener who helps about the bouse.
There Is an atmosphere of perfect
peace and contentment round about
the whole establishment. The old cou
ple—we will call them Schmidt, for
they strongly object to the publicity
which has been indirectly forced on
them through their unique domestic
servant —live harmoniously together and
create harmonious conditions in their
vicinity. They regard their servants as
members of the household in quite a
patriarchal fashion. The latter are
treated with dignity and never have
the feeling that they lose their self
respect through being domestic serv
ants. Master and mistress share their
Joys and sorrows and take a personal
Interest In all the petty affairs of their
Mary Meyer, who has now been em
ployed in this exceptional household
for teven years, earns a monthly wage
of $5. Her work Is light, but includes
■weeping and scrubbing floors. For
the last two years she has been, engag
ed to be married to the young garden
er, who is only slightly older than her
self. As a domestic servant she could
hardly wish for anything better, but
It was certainly to be expected that
|L g ». JffL t Bi -
B. P/s Bust of His Ancestor, Capt.
John Smith
From a Photo Taken for This Article.
the two mansions that J. Pierpont Mor
gan recently made into one to house
his art treasures—or a more Interest
ing family than that of which the hero
of Mafeking Is a member. "B. P.'s"
collection of trophtes. which the dwell
ing contains, alone would make it
unique among London residences, but
It also shelters many of the works of
Baden-Powell's brother, who Is a paint
er of distinction; the belongings of his
mother, who is an amateur astronomer,
and those of his sister, who keeps bees
there on quite an extensive and alto
gether novel scale. The family have
been In Princes Gate only a compara
tively short time. They lived for
merly in St. George's place, clos« to
Hyde Park corner, but 'were driven
from their home by the approach of
one of London's new underground elec
tric railways.
"B. P." Is absolutely devoted to his
mother, and this may be one reason
why the many rumors of his "en
gagement" have all turned out to be
false. Mrs. Baden-Powell, however, Is
Idolized by all her children. She will
be eighty next month, Rnd left London
the other day to spend Her birthday
In the Isle of Wight. Just before she
went her children gathered round her
and gave her a toilet service of pure
gold. Soon after her marriage Mrs.
Baden-Powell developed a keen Interest
In astronomy, an* ettil keeps a tele
scope In her room, bo that she can
Inspect the heavens when the notion
takes her. She is a great reader, too,
and an unusually good talker.
Francis Baden-Powell. "B. P's" el-
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Who first told the domestic that
she wa« a millionairess and tried
in vain to induce her to accept
her good fortune.
Deserted by the girl's father, she
in turn deserted his child, who
was brought up in an orphanage.
Tears afterward, however, the
mother, now rich, sought her
daughter, meanwhile Mary's fath
er had died, leaving a fortune,
and his executors were also look-
Ing for -the girl.
she, like any ether mortal, would jump
at the chance of being transformed
\/\ r iA^a.
Maj. Gen. R. S Baden-Powell
der brother, whose paintings are one
of the features of the family resi
dence in Princes Gate, la an artist of
prominence, who frequently has got as
much as $5,000 for one picture. Most
of hia paintings are naval ones, the
best known of them being "The Last
Shot at the Spanish Armada." But by
all odds the most picturesque member
of the Baden-Powell household after
"B. P." himself Is his sister, who is
famous as the only woman who has
ever kept bees in a London drawing
room and Induced them to make honey
Bees always have interested Miss
Baden-Powell, and Jt was when, about
fifteen years ago, Sir Benjamin Brodie
offered a swarm of them to her that
■he determined to try to keep them at
the family's Lindon house, paving
their hives In the drawing room was
an afterthought— worthy of a Baden-
Powell. It must not be supposed,
however, that the bees were loose in
the drawingroom. The past tense is
used In this connection because at
Princes Gate Miss Baden-Powell has
these queer pets of hers in her own
apartment They occupied the draw
ingroom of the family's other house.
The wall of the house was pierced by
a hollow metal tube which connected
the hives with the outside world, and
through this the Insects passed out in
quest of honey and in again with their
loads. They got, and still get. their
honey In the many London parks, and
perhaps on account of the lack of com
petition Miss Baden-Powell's bees
have from the first produced a lot more
In his service Mary Meyer earns
only live dollars a month, and has
to scrub floors and do all sorts
of menial work, yet her home has
been made so happy that she re
fused to accept the fortune that
meant leaving it.
from a dependent wage earner into a
full-blown millionairess.
During the years which elapsed since
Mary Meyer was cruelly abandoned
by her parents great changes took
place in their lives. Her father con
tracted another marriage according to
the wishes of his parents and became
ft wealthy man. His marriage" was
childless and turned out to be unhap
py in other ways, and as years went on
he became conscious of a desire to as
certain what had become of the daugh
ter born to him before his divorce. He
Instituted researches, but they were
unsuccessful. When he died, a year or
two ago, he made his daughter Mary
hi* sole heiress, subject to the payment
of an annual allowance to his first
wife, if she could be found. His second
wife had died before him. After his
death his lawyers were faced by the
difficult task of ascertaining the where
abouts of his divorced wife and de
serted daughter.
Sought by Mother, Too
Meanwhile Mrs. Meyer also had con
tracted a second marriage with a man
who gave her wealth and position. As
years went on, she, too, was troubled
by her regarding the fate
of her daughter, but she feared to
start investigations, for she felt that
she could never confess to her husband
how she had callously neglected her
maternal duties. In course of time,
however, her husband died, leaving
her a comfortable fortune. She, too,
had been childless in her second mar
riage, and when she was left alone in
the world she felt a longing to be
of this delectable substance than In
sects belonging to friends of hers who
live in the country.
Last year the Baden-Powell bees
garnered over sixty pounds of honey,
which was used either in the house
hold or given to friends. And so close
a 6tudy has Miss Baden-Powell made
of her bees and the kind of flowers
they affect that as each bee returns
fihe can tell whether it has been to
Hyde park, the Green park, or across
the river to Battersea park In quest
of supplies. Th" glass hives are ar
ranged in such a way that th* bees can
be seen at work—at which "B. P."
himself frequently watches them, and
It was at his suggestion that they were
provided with dwellings of various
shapes In order that they might work
their combs In different designs. In
this way the bees have written "God
Save the King" and "Baden-Powell"
in honey, reproduced the Prince of
Wales' feathers, and, quite recently,
drawn the outline of a bicycle in the
same substance.
No less striking than the Baden -
Powell apiary, however, 1b its aviary.
For If beehives In a bedroom make an
uncommon sight, so does a tree with
live birds on it in a hallway. One of
the first things that strike the eye on
entering the home of Gen. Baden-Pow
ell is a small potted fir tree, about
the branches of which hop seven or
eight canary birds. They are absolute
ly free, and fly about the hall at will,
sticking to the tree for the most part,
however. These songsters also belong
to Miss Baden-Powell, who got the first
Was Entitled to Rich Legacies From Both Her Father and
Mother—They Parted Just Before Her Birth, and Both
Afterward Became Wealthy—She, However. Had a
Rough Time Before Finding the "Place"
She Now Decilnes to Leave
united to her deserted daughter.
While she was engaged in searching
for the lost child her first husband's
lawyers succeeded in tracing her, and
from that time she co-operated with
them in hunting for the girl who had
become a double heiress. Step by step
they traced her course in life, from the
cottage of the peasant woman, long
dead and almost forgotten, to the or
phanage and through successive
phases of her career as a domestic
drudge to the home on the banks of
the Rhine, where she had found happi
On a fine summer morning a few
weeks ago the mother and the lawyers
appeared at the Schmidt house and an
nounced to the astonished lady and
gentleman that their servant Mary
Meyer was the heiress to two consid
erable fortunes. After the romantic
story had been made clear to them,
Mary Meyer was summoned and In
formed that her long-lost mother was
there in person. The meeting was not
marked by any great cordiality. Mary
was shy In the presence of the grand
lady, and her mother, on her side, was
roughly disillusioned. It had been in
teresting enough to conduct the com
plicated search for the lost daughter,
and the romance of the whole thing
had appealed to her strongly, but it
was an unpleasant shock to see the
daughter, wearing the attire and pos
sessing the inferior manners of a mere
menial. Her enthusiasm was killed in
a moment and she left the lawyers to
explain the situation to the girl.
Refused • Fortune
Mary Meyer now learned that her
father had left his entire fortune to
her, amounting to over a million marks.
Her mother was willing to make her
heiress to her own large fortune if
Mary would come and live with her as
her daughter. The prospects did not
appear in the least alluring to the
simple-minded domestic servant. Alone
among her sex she experienced no de
sire to be able to buy fine dresses and
drive out in a gorgeous carriage with
liveried coachman and footman to
mark her grandeur. She perceived at
once that if she became rich and went
to live with her mother she would cer
tainly be prevented from marrying her
sweetheart, the gardener John,
Within twenty-four hours she had
resolved to reject the wealth and to re
fuse her mother's offer. She felt happy
where she was, and she feared to ex
change the known, which gave her con
tentment, for the unknown, which ap
peared to her as a new arid unsympa
thetic world. The lawyers came and
impressed upon her the appalling folly,
of her decision to reject worldly wealth
and prosperity. Her master and mis
tress emphasized the gravity of her
choice, which she would almost cer
tainly regret in years to come.
If her mother had exhibited real feel-
Defender of Mafeking Is About
as Extraordinary a:? M a as
Was His Grandfather, Smith,
and the Rest of the : Family
is Equally Unusual
hflv in Of theT a? y°unS birds, the others
. having arrived , since.- And to make /
th? if!T PriSe of"the thing complete!
f e Vffi -h-iS/S 6 branch*s of the fir
nest wh,v h bltf d a Bmall and dainty
■ Ss!i r ** eh, contained > two little . blue
eggs, shooing" off the ; mother bird for '
this purpose.
th»^J* fr£ m t, hese sights ' however,
the Baden-Powell house is given up al- >
most entirely '.ito; relics of "B.P's''
travels and J. adventures, and of the
siege of Mafeking. Where ► the balls
are. not hidden behind spears, arrows
and such like weapons, they • are ob
scured by framed. "addresses" from one
would think . every society in Great
Britain. Also by :■ frames: containing '
specimens of the postage stamps (bear
ing his own head), which "B. P." issued 2
during the siege, as , well as : the paper -•
money also issued by him. There are
Photographs, : too, of different scenes in r :
- the long ordeal through which "B. P."
. sat tight." Finally, 1 just outside the '■■'.'
--door to the drawingroom, one is con- "
fronted by an immense ; African lion,
stuffed, which is dear to Baden-Pow- ~
!l 8 her!- J? ls ' the flrst on that
fn3echua,iafand. rifle ' *"* ™S ba«^ d
"B. P.'s" bedroom, in which the bust '
. of Capt. Smith still stands on its tri
- pod, proved, as might have been ■ ex
pected, to be an . apartment of Spartan
plainness. : A portrait of : the soldier's
r mother stood :on - his dresser, while on
the walls were several old prints il- '"■■
lustrating the sport' of "pig-sticking."
of which Baden-Powell Is especially
fond, and about which he has written
a book; but there were no other deco
rations. On the other hand, the major
general's study is -quite regal. It is
richly furnished like the rest of the
house, but the dazzling effect is pro
duced chiefly by two immense eases of :
walnut ; and glass, which occupy one
whole side of the room, and which con
tain a few of the gifts which the na
tion showered upon the defender of
Mafeking. There are "caskets" without
number (most xof them having con
tained "addresses"), swords of honor,
helmets, flasks, walking sticks, most
of them either entirely composed of
or heavily ornamented with pure gold.
It might be a corner of Aladdin's grot
to. On the wall there is a portrait of
the queen, signed simply "Alexandra."
Over a lay figure is thrown the richly
decorated robe of a South African po
tentate, one of the soldier's trophies;
and lying on a chair at one side of
the room is the famous broad-brimmed
hat with its feather that "B. P." wore
all through the Mafeking siege. Offi
cial-looking documents lie on v every '
side, and Baden-Powell's desk is piled
high with them, with blue books and
army reports and works on tactics,
some of them written in : foreign. lan
guages. The room is made even more
impressive by the presence of a pipe
organ, which is set into the wall on
one side, and on which the soldier
plays when. "weary and ill at ease."
J "B. P.'s" interest in his ' great- an
cestor is shown by. the presence on his
walls of a splendid steel engraving of
Capt. John Smith, and also a picture
of Pocahontas. On the table, too,
among other historical works, is Capt.
Smith's autobiography. ! I opened this, _
and found on the fly leaf its owner's |
autograph, "R. S. S. -Powell,"
and this quotation, "When God" has
something harder than usual to do, he
tells an Englishman to \do it."
—Hayden Church.
(Copyright. 1904, by Curtis Brown.)
ing and a real desire to reclaim her
daughter, Mary Meyer would probably
have been persuaded, but her mother
remained aloof and did not attempt to
influence her. So the wonder came
about that the domestic servant, Mary
Meyer, signed a document, rejecting the
legacy of her father's wealth and an
other document testifying that she had
no desire to live with her mother or
to be her mother's heiress.
Mary Meyer, who could be a mil
lionairess, remains a domestic servant
with a monthly wage of $5. In a few
weeks she will become the bride of
John, the gardener, whose earnings
amount to $5 a week. She will inhabit
a cottage of four small rooms and will
have only the remotest chance of ever
experiencing anything more cheerful
than abject poverty. Mary Meyer is a
mystery to the hustling, pushing,
strenuous wealth seekers of the twen
tieth century era. Most people regard
her as a young woman of unsound
mind. Others hold, on the contrary,
that she is the best philosopher of us
all, since she has found perfect con
tentment in her humble sphere of life.
—George Weiss.
(Copyright, 1904, by Curtis Brown).
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PARIS. Nov. 12.—American and Ha
vana cigarettes are now going to be
scarce indefinitely in France, and dev
otees of the weed would better supply
themselves well before coming over
next summer.
If every box is open and not entire
ly complete the traveler is likely to
have but little if any difficulty with
the French custom house officials.
Foreign cigarettes, particularly the
brands mentioned above, were getting
too popular in the country as well as in
Paris. The ordinary French cigarettes
were losing purchasers by the thou
sands. Being a state monopoly, the
tobacco industry knew just what to do.
With one single swoop it forbade tha
sale of any more Havana cigarettes
and the importation of any more from
the United States.
The stock of Havana brands quick
ly failed, and there are but a few
thousand packages left of Virginia
"straight cuts," and the other well
known kinds.
Inquiry at the offices of the admin
istration elicits the information that
this procedure was in perfect accord
with the recognized right of the statf

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