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PHILADELPHIA, PA., JUNE 11, 1927 aa Number 56
JAlIIDIDIEIN I OIRCIES JIN CIEUINA
5 CAA G <2 HE West- By If. Brit vem Austin earth
ern world has be come
vaguely — - es —— ————— ' ‘ (
aware that some-
pn
71S brewing in
China which
aentai civilization with a catastropne
mparable tothat
f f 1914 8. The thy ncel of the Ay ; Der natio more t! r iguely | = ware of it-—in the a past lew months {| ‘ they have awak- ‘ ened to an acute real on ol a " t perli they hope to conjure away t y but the peoples, wit al j part 4 ul | |
mistily, blurred nd distorted,
hrough a_ cloud
ol diuigently emit- ' ted world-wide , preparatory prop | | | aganda whi h had L
o parallelin 1914, nor, indeed, at any other period.
rh ey are ex! orted
to beheve and | " | , yaa have extensively | APSE ae a
been made to be-
. , ’ British Bluejackets Marching leve that the
Through Hong: Kong Shortly ( hinese upheaval After They Had Landed but the convul-
At Left—Chinese Mission Chil dren With an American Girtin
the Canton Foreign Quarter
ive movement of a great people stirring from long slumber to a consciousness of its nationality —that and nothing more. Other nations are invited to be not only patient but sympathetic with their nationalistic
aspirations.
Democracy’s Safeguard of Public Opinion
HERE is some truth in this. A section, proportionately
small but disproportionately articulate, of the Chinese myriads has, indeed, wakened to a sense of nationality and a sense of more or less justified grievance; and they have received muchsympathy. Peoples ‘nobly struggling to be free”’
have evoked the instinctive good will of the English-speaking ee
peoples at least ever since the eighteenth-century day that “freedom t
shrieked as Kosciusko fell’’; Corsicans, Greeks, Spanish Americans ‘
Italians, Poles, Armenians, Turks have all in turn aroused it and to a : w!
greater or less degree benefited by it. accentuate The idea of China a nation, in full sovereignty as such, has not} ng init Ww ! 6 ienta
is repugnant to the English-speaking nations emphatically the reverse. But there i M ynaries and t
And even the Nationalist movement not quite so simple
as at first sight it seems. Some of the most formidable ambitions that ever devastated I
well among them. He was not, however, allowed to
we n the Chinese cities. He was segregated to outside often unhealthy swamps or sand bars in the vicinity
the ports. That was the origin of the foreign concessions
{ settlements which, now that they contain magnificent eign-built cities, are the object of such bitter Chinese r covetousness.
eteenth century also saw a transforma-
position relative to her geographical neigh-
she had been stolidly remote in an isolation
yunded by authentically barbarian peoples. But with nil century the great inland power of Russia, irred from access to warm water at Constantinople, g across the Asiatic wastes with the definite And
sea to the eastward, the island and
imme weepnll
of reaching warm water at the Pacific.
un narrow equally hermit kingdom of Japan was startled out of its long sleep by the guns of Commodore Perry in 1854. Japan awoke with a strange new youth to an immense the eventual hegemony of the Orient and the gigantic neighbor which had been the In pursuance of that am-
new ambition the control of
parent of her ancient civilization.
ion, Japan spoke somewhat sharply to China in 1874, yund the Chinese colossus unapt for war, and annexed the Riu-kiu Islands—the first step in a series of annexations
hich was to cenvert the China Sea into the Japanese lake which it now is. Twenty years later, in 1894, she captured
\rthur and got a foothold on the mainland. But Russia was then already penetrating Mar
‘huria; e spoke to her friends in Europe, and a collective note politely invited Japan to get out. She got out—and waited wr ten years. In 1904, body of a latalisticaily inert
China, she fought
over the prostrate
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
June 11,1927
Fi- -_ nanced largely by Chinese merchants who had come in contact with European efficiency and who hoped for better things from a Westernized China, fi- also to some ex-
and bland conceit.
nanced tent—it is Japan, the Chinese revolu- tion took place and the disap-
alleged —- by
Chinese pigtail peared forever. It is one thing to sum- mon spirits from the vasty deep; itis another tomake them obedient when they come. Conspicuously un- able to control the forces he had released, Dr. Sun Yat-Sen more or less gra- ciously made way for President Yuan Shi-Kai, a strong man who proved most disappointingly anti- pathetic to ardent revolu- tionaries. China practi-
Russia, by no means cured of their long-cherished am- bitions, looked upon at the the Great War. During the war Japan had the base of Tsing-tao,
close ol
German had seized the Shan-tung Pen- 1915 had presented to Peking a lit tle matter of twenty-one demands which were equiv-
eliminated
insula, and in
alent to making China a Japanese province.
In this, however, she had bitten off more than could be chewed. The European the United States were not s pied that they had to a
quiesce in this
powers and
») OCCU-
calm annexation. Their only interest in China was the
open door for trade with
a population of some 400, 000,000, and in Korea and in Manchuria—where Ja-
pan had already a sphere
cally split then and there into its two natural and hostile divisions of North and South. Sun Yat-Sen went to Canton and established his own brand of republic
there, thanks to distance and the
difficulty of communications hap-
at Russia, [
er out ol
reas-
Lancnurlria,
imed possession ol Port Arthur and of much else beside
it was an Immense
nievement whiel invested Japan with al immense but failed to
make Japan popu-
con-
( found
hersell, particularly
with powerful Brit- sh and German bases estab-
I on Chinese
yet a long way om that dreamed- legemony ol the that victory
nad epoch-making
pily immune from the attentions of the central government. Yuan Shi-Kai went to join his ancestors, and a host of generals set up in business for themselves. Their business in most was anarchy and loot, and they prose- cuted it with energy and profit. China lapsed into a chaos from which only the treaty ports and international settlements and con- cessions were exempt; rents therein
instances
rose amazingly as Chinese mer- chants flocked thither for safety Such was the ironically named
Celestial Land which Japan and
Looking Into Shappat:po Street, Canton, From One of the Night:Watch Bridges
of influence—the was conspicuously
open door absent
demands
They said a few
words, and the twenty-one were discreetly dropped, more especially perhaps because those demand
had provoked a furious anti-Japanese storm in China.
Russia Enters the Picture
HE war terminated, and the great powers chiefly in-
terested had a little more leisure to look into affairs in the Western Pacific. Most politely, the Washingtor Conference was convened, the Anglo-Japanese Alliance was canceled, and with all the courtesies of correct d plomacy Japan found herself invited to sit back and b good.
Russia, in the meantime, was looking at China from another angle. The immediate result of the Bolshevik coup was the dissolution of the old Czarist empire; in 191% Russia had shrunk into approximately the limits left by Peter the Great. According to the strict tenets of the
Continued on Page 189
effects none the less. tly provoked he abortive Russian revolution of 1905, rehearsal for the of 1917. It inspired and particularly in the
which was the dress
Hoisnevik revolution
novel se
es nse of potential mil- equality v ith the Westerner, which, thie e of the Japanese, has increased t amounts toa conviction. It paved
way for the Chinese revolution of 1911, which hurled the Manchu dynasty from he Peacock Throne and made China a
UDI iit & lacrime,
The Start of Chinese Revolts
ME prime mover in the revolution of 4 1911 was Dr. Sun Yat-Sen. West- ern educated, by profession a revolution- e was one of that type of eloquent iealists— personified by Lafayette and | Mirabeau in France, by Kerensky in Rus- a, by Karolyi in Hungary —who prepare the way for the men of action and of loot. He had a little more to him than these, rhaps; he had a genius for conspiracy. | lhe Manchu dynasty, badly shaken sixty |
years before by the Tai-ping Rebellion ‘antonese, and curiously like the
and by the
iade by 4
Cantonese eruption of today
»f 1900, was a disintegrat-
oxer Rebellion «
ruption, ineptitude
lee ot Festus
A View of Hankow, Showing the Curious Little Hovels, Dwelling Places of the Chinese Working Classes.
Above —Canton, From the Pagoda on the Northern Wall
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
PSYCHOLOGY STUFF
HE MeQuibigaskie, so runs a well-worn tale,dwelt somewhere in the Hieland fastnesses
y Albert Payson Terhune
7
above Moray Firth. The pride of his heart was his magnificent collie, Chiel o’ Lomond. A Yankee mil- lionaire offered him $5000 for the dog, to take home to his New York kennels. In- dignantly the McQuibigas- kie refused to part with his loved canine chum.
Soon thereafter the Yan- learned that Chiel o’ Lomond had just been sold to a rich Scot living on the opposite side of the firth. Moreover, he had been sold for a paltry half of the sum offered by the American. Indignantly he sought out the McQuibigaskie in his home, there to demand why discrimination had been shown.
He found the Hielander sitting on his front steps. At the laird’s feet lay the grand collie, Chiel o’ mond, his heavy coat soak- ing wet.
“*Why did I sell him across the firth when I wouldna
’
sell him across the ocean?’ 5
kee
such
Lo-
Wolf Fights
the McQuibigaskie re- cory peated with his best export- quality heather-blossom dialect, in answer to the guest’s explosive question. ‘“*'T was because I kenned fu’ weel the puir tike couldna hope to swim a’ the way back to me across the
Being a Hielandman, and therefore wise in the McQuibigaskie had known that a few-mile water ob- stacle like Moray Firth could not block his tr homing instinct dogs of all breeds as in the carrier pigeon.
And this queer homing instinct is one of the hundred normally racial things about dogs any way—that neither I nor anyone else can plain by the square and angle of mere human logic. I have traced and verified more than forty instances of it. Here is the most interesting of the lot.
Some Out on Their
are Several Inches
tlantic.”
dog traits,
ned collie’s
an instinct as strong and as sure in some
not supernatural in
hope to ex-
Through Unknown Country
MAN was leaving his old home to take up his abode
in a city nearly a thousand miles away. He and his sister-in-law owned a collie together. The man decided to take the dog along with him to his new home, although it was devoted to the lady and not to him.
of the Sunnybank Collies Starting Morning Run With Master. In OQval—A Photograph of Sun: nybank Coltness Chaeroplane Snapped as He Was Romping. Off
the
Both Hind Feet the Ground
vir er: . ney in acré Continued on
a closed Dag- t ah § gage car. Thus e ——— . & he saw nothing : a f +} neeininiwes “. oi the country through which ig the train passed SS 3 — |
Arrived at his des tination he
~* moped * around for a week or two. Then he disap- peared. Thi November. One July day eight months later his former
it Was in
mistress was sitting in her office in the city where the dog had
previously lived. The office was on the
ground floor and its door stood wide open. In across the threshold stumbled the collie. He was bone-thin. His bur-matted muddy coat was scored in a dozen places by gash | and sear. His feet were in hideous condi- | tion. He was so weak with latigue and hunger that he was barely able to stand The luckless collie had traversed nearly a thousand miles of foreign territory, hur | dreds of its miles composed of trackles desert. He had swum wide rivers and he |
had climbed high mountains. He had had no way—known to hur
f guiding his |
unfamiliar to
1ans 8) tired steps, for the land was him, and his acute sense of smell could not But he
have helped him at that distance
had kept on; and he did n
he reached the home he loved
t cOllapse ur and the womar!
who was his deity.
Pre FROM OREW-BYNUM-PETERS
Sunnybank Sigurdson and Sunnybank Explorer
NEW JERSEY NEWS SER
How did he do it? Naturally he could have covered the nine hundred-odd miles in much less than eight months, if he had L been allowed to go } Ss own galt he dela Gray Dawnin Mid:Air, and Treve Gatloping Around must have meant that at « or more laces at About 30 Miles an Hour. Dawn is Jumping for where he sought food he had beer ight a Toy Heid Out of His Reach
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
fl GENT ILIEMEAIN OlF IBILAIDIE
June 11,1927
“We've zone since midnight larst night, but ’tain’t nothink to git I knows ‘ow you feels
ESSIR,” said the barber.
been in the
fidgety abaht, sir but ‘t won't do you no good to worry abaht
1one. If we gits it we gits it. If we doesn’t, we doesn’t an’ the Old Man's the best the line’s got fer gittin’ a ship
chair turned and looked at the barber.
The man in the
‘I suppose you've been torpedoed before?’ he said. Mi [he barber paused in his stropping and raised his head sharply as if someone had accused him of theft. Not arf!’ he snorted. ‘‘Hi was hon the Punic when she was blowed in arf, sir. Blowed in arf, mind you—not fifty omin’ feet abaft the barber shop!’’ He resumed his ping slowly and thoughtfully. ‘‘An’ then agyne I W board the Sonia—but that weren’t much of a show, as you might sye. She floated an hour an’ a arf, she did. { j. G. Gannon were in the chair. He were a proper old
We run out into the passage t’gether an’ up on with lather on his fyce an’ the towel still abaht \n’ when we see ‘em milling abaht the boats an’ , old J. G.’e says, ‘Barber, This hooker'll
says to me, ‘e hain't ed the left side of m’ chin.
it a bit yet An
; him like we was in his suit at the Ritz-
a man wot knew his
he plops hisself into a deck chair and Carleyton. Old J. G. were proper, an’ The barber sighed. ‘‘The line ain't been nee J. G. retired.” He squinted at the edge Now then, sir.”
chair relaxed. His hands trembled iir arms to the vibration of the throbbing yes moved as the woodwork squeaked and
id. He wondered how the barber shop
ine man nm the
whispered overhe;
r water, with seaweed clinging to the chair
mming beside the mirror. ‘*T ain't everything packed and ready like, an’ if Git your mind fixed on the things you want to tyke an’ don't I mind Carmen
know wot
Nossir, aid the barber. a bit o’ use to
wyste no time
orelli on the old Mersey She didn’t she
wanted. So she ups and tykes four coat ‘angers an’ a vaikin’ stick an’ leaves her wiolin behind, 'cause she hadn't ted on the wiolin before it "appened. It were a
raddievarious too
ILLUSTRATED BF
By James Warner Bellalh
ANTON OTTO The razor sighed softly down the man’s lathered cheek A wisp of wind-whipped spray lashed across the dead-
light. The barber flicked the razor at the basin, wiped it
and turned again to the chair. The man opened his eyes.
“I suppose if it came while you were shaving me, I'd have my throat cut?”
The barber stared at him coldly and straightened his shoulders.
“Tf you please, sir. I hain't
An’ me a blue-water barber fer thirty-one
there were a man
never so much as nicked anyone yet. years. I mind on the Spittlegate Castle in the chair, and the torpedo blew the side right out of me shop. Afterwards when we was all haboard of the Amelia H. Swenson ‘e comes to me an’ shows me a cut on his fyce an’ says ‘e's glad it’s no worse. I looks at it an’ so help me, it's a splinter as done it! You can always tell a ryzor cut,
"cause the edges is stryght, but this un—the splinter were still in it!" “im,” “Yessir
moment
said the man in the chair. Besides, you most always gits a sort 0’ feelin’ You sort o’
It's a hinstinct like.”
just a or so before brace yourself when you feels hit coming. “¥en,” ‘I've had it for three days now.” The barber looked frightened. sir. You mustn't say that. It’s wery bad luck come if you talks that way.’’ He walked over to the spray- washed deadlight and squinted out at the gray heave of sea and sky. The tumbled horizon wove upward and down- ward as he stared at it. He shrugged his shoulders. “"’Twas a day like this they got the Cape o’ Birkencliff. Me an’ the third orficer an’ the pantryman was all that got clear o’ her.’’ He shook his head. ‘‘’T were a bad un, the Cape. Ripped open endways, she did, like a cracked nut—s’ help me—an’ s’ help me agyne, if we didn’t git it agyne three days later on the Joseph Gleason after they picked us up. But the Gleason floated a bit so’s we could clear awye the stabbord boats. Well, wouldn't worry none. Just concentrate on wot yer want to
said the man. ‘Beggin’ yer pardon, It’s sure to
Fuse caps she ‘ad.
sir, I
tyke along an’ eat yer meals regular like, cause you never
knows when you'll ‘ave to miss a few. An’ don’t get into
no fights abaht the boats an’ shove off in a hurry an’
on no life belt. Only thing I ever seed
FISCHER floatin’ in life belts is corpses and they floats anyways. This is a wery special ton
sir. The Juke o’ Bordane uses it exclusive. Used to ‘ave
it myde special in Paris for hisself, ‘e did. An’ me usin’ it for nigh twenty years mesself.’”” The barber | fidentially. The man got up and reached for his collar and tie “Well,”
thing a fellow can do is to stay home
he said, “thanks a lot. I suppose the be
“‘Nossir. Hi don’t believe in hit, sir. I believes showin’ hopposition an’ keepin’ up business as usual not mindin’ it a bit, sir."”. He rubbed his hand gent across his slicked curl in front and passed it down the
“Yessir. When
then you carnt
someone
But
thinning gray hair at the back says you carn’t and you don't when someone says you carn’t and you goes then you can! That's m’ belief, sir. An’ L ain't agoin’ to g back on it at my ayge
“I mind once they had some marble a whole heap in a shop winder in Seattle, and m’ myte ‘e says to me ‘I'll bet you arf a guinea you carn’t guess ‘ow many they could. I ups guesses and writes m’ nyme on the pyper in the shop and *tain't till a year lyter when I'm in the Platte that I get
is.” They was offering a prize if you
the bowler ‘at.”’
“The bowler hat?”
“Yessir, the bowler ‘at! And it months to collect the arf guinea, but I done hit, sir, or right. O’ course the ‘at didn't fit well, as you might but wiv a bit o’ pyper in it, I done wiv it for six years Hit’s the principle o’ the thing, I says.”
“Why a bowler hat, though?”
“It were the prize, sir!”’
“a,”
“Yessir,” the barber sighed. ‘‘ Well, wot it used to be in the early months, wot wiv gt them nyvy orficers ashoutin’ and pynting the whol
t S
took another twel
torpedoin’ ain't ins al le st 1} up like a cryzy quilt. Thankee, sir. That’s right royal of you, sir.”’ on wot you want to tyke most, an’ if nothink ‘apper I'll ’old the chair for you at ten agyne
day, sir.
He pocketed the coin. ‘Jest kee p concentrated
tomorrow. Go
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
MacGlennon leaned heavily against the bridge rail and grease and dirt to the grating squinted through the murky darkness at the dim bulk of again and picked up the last bit of a ver ile sandy r ! ' the foc’sle head and beyond. There was a faint, continued It was half in and half out of |} mout A, t , n j s t rt gh in the air about him. It rippled along the weather to look upward to see if the vent ‘ t t A t ‘ curtains and clung to the signal halyards at the mastheads grating pen to the t
It danced in the low-whipped smoke that smudged from Frantically a bell crash
the whining funnels and lay flat upon the black sea behind. screamed at his elbow I It buzzed in his ears and whispered in the wet folds of his The ship leaped to starboard, reeling mad he oilskins. Light—shortly now. He was cold and hungry. an infernal collapse of everything and a blasting r Twenty feet from him another figure loomed in the dark- streaked with red light. Below Jordar ngingtothevent g u ng ness. The gunnery officer who always shaved before going shaft ladder, a piston bent like a ha eared throug on watch Royal Navy to the core, wit the stamp ol the its cylinder as a Cal! pener rips t ig i tin, tore Wu ! ‘ . service all over him. MacGlennon grunted free, and ground hisdesk into powder. Men rushed throug ga ‘
He could see the foc’sle head presently and the back of the biting steam, black sooty mer heavy | i ] r it ; the lookout standing with his legs braced and his hands from nowhere and swarmed up t in his slicker pockets. He could see the wireless antenna The man who had been shaved that n ning rar { overhead, etched against the graying sky, swaying with the up from the floor of his cabin spitting | 1 and teeth fror ends ‘ 3 knee He r masts in a slow, narrow ellipse. There was a man standing his mouth. He looked around wildly, grabbed a coat and a rugged the t. Itd ! t He n the gl iole passage—a man in an undershirt and pair of trousers and barged out into the careening passag t { wrinkle He came out on the well deck and sloshed way into the arms of a very stout lady who held a toot ta tt 7 ur lag his face and hands in a bucket. He stood for a moment brush before her and stared at it wild-eyed. The man wa notting a line t ift e ¢ ng stru staring stupidly across the rail at the soapy scud of the sea. not sure what a grating was, but it was the only thing ir water with a lou it and slit ed away n MacGlennon swept the widening horizon with his glasses mind at the moment. He gave the stout lady a v 1 verhang N t nervous now with the dawn. prod and chased her along the passage before him id on wyting. Wher goes they ¢ !
Many decks below him, Jordan, the first assistant, lit denly he roared with laughter. ‘She's got a toothbru the heel of shag in his ancient brier and stood up. His he screamed Che m i wn the rope irning his hands fie
fed against the oily grating underfoot. Stewards were routing them above de now, lashing y and rememberi! lay long ago wh« eha mbe
carpet slippers shu
He leaned over the nickeled rail and stared into the maze and slapping at them, shoving them up companionwa a rope to the rafter t gyn im at t of pulsating, flashing steel below him. Thum-thump- __likeschoolboys encouraging a team. They burst forth upor nto the cobwebby that ha arried th ew kerthum—plump. Thum-thump-kerthum—plump. the sloping promenad engths ahead of the Navy in '97 or '98. The w
Jordan nodded to himself in approval and went over to “Now then—not you!"’ someone bellowed in his ea land oily. He mped it msily. It stung
the board to read the formal, mathematical story of his He was hurled headlong into the scuppers. ‘‘ Women first eyes and ed | ised mouth. | } ead urbines—a story hardly necessary as long as his ear ap- He scrambled up and raced aft to the crowd of me t truck out r the grating. The ru i a huge proved of them. He rubbed his hands together andranthe clutching his coat and trousers. Over the rail he saw t [ ide were quite to hir i pped the w nail of his little finger under the nail of the index finger of choked boats going slowly down to the wate Int get aw H t t ig his left hand. With his thumb he snapped the pellet of est one was the fat dowager screaming in paced period grating Continued on Page 121
The Liner Rolled Slowly, Lazily as a Man Turns Quer in Bed on a Warmish Spring Morning. The Dead Funnels Swept Around to Starboara
THE SATURDAY
Vide TEXAS TWINS
THE Box Elder stage statior the big event of tne day was
over Ar hour before, Red
I mona ad expert popped his eaching whiplash over the backs
‘ ; eager relay and made the coach hard to overtake on its way north- i. The stocktender, having con-
entiously finished his rubbing down had been driven in ind otherwise provided for their im-
ate needs, now felt himself enti-
itoa little rest and relaxation, and
ngly joined the group seated eath thespread cottonwood. Here
e dexterously overturned the d cot upon which Guy Z-Bell was reclining,
¢ } | readjusted and took the
‘Don't let me interrupt you, Tip,”
he said courteously to the red-bearded person who had been speaking. “Go
ght on with what you was a-saying.
No, wait until | massacre “4
[here was a scuffling diversion that
ied in an unequal division of the
i the cot. “‘ Now about this,”’
*“Who was alking about?”’
indyk,”’ Tip Yoa-
the stocktender resumed. ou Was t Old Man Som: um informed him, “‘and he a-talking Morton. ‘Abe’sa friend of the old man, ‘and there ain’t nobody that’s *far’s I know. He ain’t a liar and he ain't a thief; the trouble with Abe’s that his mem’ry is onrelia- le. He gets things sort of tangled up when he tells ’em,
ibout Abe
no, sir
ount of forgetting how they happened or didn’t happen;
nd same way about promising to do this or that—promis- g solemn and faithful—-and then not doing ’em. Just forge and that short mem'ry of his is what made him
uti y hog of Batley’s and salt it down. He ob’ly thought the hog belonged to him, forgetting that Abe’s a friend of mine, and I stand time. It may be that he’s pretty espects, and I don’t hold with his ng habits, nor yet with him beating up his woman the
5
dn’t own no hog
by my friends every
issed mean in some r very time he gets drunk; but then we've all poor
way ne does ¢
ot our faults, and he sure ain’t to blame for his
mem'ry. Che Z-Bell boy offered to bet that Abe would remember life the licking that Batley gave him
the last aay of hi before causing his arrest. ‘But it’s sure mighty nice to
rend to
tand by you,” said Guy. There ain’t nothing in the world like a good friend,”
Yoakum agreed. “I know, because | got more of "em than ypular Qua You take a real friend and he won't oft-soa laver you none; but he'll tell you what there wrong with you, honest and straightforward, and keep
swelled up with pride and self-respect,
like Old
rom getting all
good. And he'll stand up for you
or your owr
lan Somarindyk done for Abe, Ain't that right, Sam Samue tegg, the ancient bullwhacker from up creek, ow retire v leaning against the trunk of the cotton- wood, his chair tilted and the edge of his hat brim resting t end of | He answered with a grunt; and then, sl} sition to strike a match on his trousers,
d more ex! tly, ‘* Well-l-l, y
‘s, and no.
‘There's friend he continued, after a few tentative
it his corncob, ‘“‘and then again there’s friends. There's friend need that the more they need the friend- er they are e's friends that you're in the hands of
friends that'll up for you and put up with you;
when you a t ire about the nomination;
1 up tor you and ul
willing to be good friends but not noth-
é y ‘
g more ere riends that you set up with and ends that you set in with—all kinds. Ever I tell you yu e Sir n and Tony Beck?”
ere was a general chorus of assent, but the old bull-
I F ‘ ew bette There was two friends—he said
f e-enough friends. Anywhere you seen Tony
ou'd know that Joe wasn't far off and wouldn't be
and similar the other way about. If you wanted ou had to do was pick on Tony; and
an Wishiul aving iony
climb your frame, you
could make your wish come true the easiest kind by mak- ing slighting remarks about Joe. They worked together and they played together, and the only thing they didn't agree on was which of 'em was to get the best end of any thing that was going. Tony wanted Joe to have it and Joe was set it should go to Tony—every time. beautiful to watch ‘em.
They was both punchers, and good ones. They come up from Texas together with horses for Milligan & Traut. Andy Traut hired ’em, promising ’em a season’s job when
sort
It was sure
they got up here; but Andy's mem'ry was like Abe's of onreliable-—and when he got them cayuses on the range he forgot and gave the boys their time. There was some trouble about it. Tony told him he didn’t care so much about himself, but he hated to see any lying, white-livered, mangy coyote try to do Joe dirt, and he was a-going to try to discourage sech doings in the painfulest way possible. He started to shed his coat, but Joe edged him off, being quicker in his motions, and without more’n a few words he landed his right fist in Andy’s left eye.
There was two of Andy’s outfit present and they was foolish enough to try to prevent Tony from claiming his right to finish what he'd started. It was foolish, because all it done was irritate him and they had themselves to blame for what happened to ’em in the mélée. Maybe if Joe and Tony had stayed they mighi have got a chance to until Andy and his henciimen got recuper- but they didn’t. They left them three wrecks of what was once strong and able- bodied the W G, where I
a-working at the time, and offered their services to Rod
work after all ated and convalesced, anyway;
men and come on to was
Harper, who was running the outfit then.
EVENING POST
Her Black Eyes Was Just a:Snapping,
and if Joe and Tony Didn’t Crawi Un:
der the Table it Was Prob’ bly Because They Was Paralyzed
June 11,1927
By Kennett Harris
BY GRATTAWN CONDON
ILLUSTRATED
Rod’s office to
They gether; Tony, a big husky, red-faced
come into
light-complected somebody, kind of
slow-spoken, and Joe, gabby and black-eyed, with black, curly hair
and coming up to Tony’s shoulder
almost but not quite. They was a team, all right, but they sure didn’t look to be matched. You couldn't
couple of men tha
nave picked a t looked less alike
Rod looked ’em over kind of care ful. ‘The long and the short of it,
he says “Huh?
the desk and frowning
“The long and the short of it that I’ve got all the men I need says Rod ss it was an extr
good, all-around, topnotch, gilt-edge, well-conducted, moder:
man that naturally I
‘There he stands,” says Vaving his har toward Joe \ but the moderate price that mear
ything.less’n the best punche wages in this sectior ] there's ar tning about a cow cr he dor now, I don't now nor you don't nor nobody else. And me, I'm tol’
avie good mysell
*Tol’able ays Joe wit!
good! big laugh. ‘* Well Yes, I re¢
well with the common
I should snicker kon you'd stack up tol’ab] run ol waddike C¢ nsiderir g everything Mister, you hear this fellow talk, don’t you? We listen, you get you a fine-t
and
oth com over the Panhandle and New Mexico and Arizona up to Ne braska and Wyoming real taking your time to be thorough, and if you hand
1at’s more’n half as good as Tor
rake careiu
can scratch up a cow
tr
Beck, you can have my horse an saddle and bridle and my spurs and gun
and my shirt to say.”
That's all I got ‘You certainly give each other a tol’able good recommend,” says Rod “I don’t skassly know which one of you I ought to take.”
“You'll
eit her,”’
take the
both of us,
says Ton) dishes if ness’ry.”’
You can
but you aint
‘You can,” “Sure! want to turn your hand to; that. If one of
the one to do it, and I won't take no silk
says Joe do anything you a-going to do the jobs is pot wrastling, I’m going to b
handkerchief to
t tou you
scour the kettles, which is what it would amoun was used for kitchen purposes. Talk ;
“Quit your fussing,’ says Harper. ‘‘] Here's what I’
sense don't want You
me a week if you want, the both of you, and by
disturbance in here ll do
Can Work ior that time | can tell whether you’re much worse than the bungling, boneheaded, bedridden farm hands I've already got. If you are, I'll pay you for your time and let you go; and if you
ain’t, I'll maybe keep you on for a while longer. Forty
month. How about it?
‘“*Seems fair,"’ says Tony. “He’s getting you too cheap,” says Joe, “‘but I reckor we might take him up on it.”
So they went to work for the W G, and if tl land,
Of course,
ey wasn’t the in the their jobs
best was a-plenty good enough to hol
flocked together all the time
they tney but they wasn't no ways unsociable with the rest of t outfit, and Joe took quite a shine to m It was him me how come they got to be so thick. He'd been workir New Mexico, ar
when he got paid off, him and some more of the boys went
for some outfit in Dona Ana, down ir
to El Paso to get a touch of high life and see the sights and find out what there and such. Maybe it was the gas lamps or the racket on t!
was to all this talk about fancy drink streets or the dude way all the folks dressed that got hin
discontented; but anyway, one of the boys aliowed tl
there wasn’t nothing like foreign travel to broaden ar expand the mind, so why not cross the rolling Rio Grands
that sounded reasonable, so the imped a horse ( and went over the bridge to Juarez and went to study gt 1. Int irse of the evening most of the boys got mislaid one ] e or another, ar ’ ‘ anothe low found themselves t of a dance } the was grabbed | i couple of ft-eyed sefioritas and ndly welcomed. Joe sa tw y sn n there that ‘ ouldn’t see not! gy, and the guitars and tne nve ! nd the shuffling and stamping wa ich that he ildn’t hear nothing, so he ildn’t give no exact int how what happened. He might have had one or two 1 he mignt not but ar Vay t asnt t t, be ¢ enever he had one or two it made hin e nis ie Ww man and want to be kind and bens il to him, regard- less of race, « or whethe e wore his pan plit from the | aowr wit! | bputtor aiong the eages plain straight pants. Joe was used to grt too. The; his ( spoke the ngo right we ( } and eno nad pronio ind d T ana ¢ € é ( Y he didn’t understand it as fluent as some I } bre got t up | nose about mething, seemed f anyway, t first thing Joe knew he was a-fighting, not only this t ilar ¢ ero but all the other « ‘ that could get clo enough to him, and he caught a gimy} of his ‘ for the door--and his gun at the ' ) ol a cnalr, Joe t me and Ww: it: but I’d got one or two cuts that was a-bleeding free, and it didn’t seem reasonable to pose that my best would have been good enough, with ll that crowd a-thirsting for my gore. I don’t reckon I lasted more’n a few minute longer, when here Beck, a perfect stranger to me, a Ke an answer to prayer, oO! that topray. Well, Tony was a-whooping like a calliope and a-mowing a th a ber A chair was too
two-
and
im
You Could Have Seen Him
“I Wish
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
“ain t a8 ea a yy wher or r might t ndIw we § | “We ru Ye } mitt running. We ‘ the , ' sixt mile t t we e Ar Ther , ; - ra : . ment : nN ‘ ] ] t ! ] t Tor D t know 1 Adam’s « . ' I Wa ( git t t t ne nest re t the chance gn yut 5 een hin “ xz We I t t + ago, and mandt e Dee! ne ever since “IT don’t blame y ‘It’s these here litt I tentl thatn e you e amar But what I’m wond t t ing about what é n you. Ir n } } ; Seca caused Henk edt \\ e that’s it Joe Not t t others around here, a not a hund mile wa W ‘ ‘ the sound of my voice, t he might fe r it Some time after that T im t nd I Wi t mentioned that little! it J ‘ if \ ithat w . t let Joe had told me a plumb ex erat ke the part he too Id i t p All there w: t ‘ é it } 1 , ; ; . p this joint and he ‘ I I ng a t of t " and needing exercise anyw , he 1 th et it t inside, the senorit } iwnen he | ‘ \\ ‘ Y in it seemed like a godsend. Bu é t rea “ help t ent oO “‘Shucks, that litt ter had t wd ed ev time when J then!” sa lony iH workir a é we |
Continued on Page
Ail
Way They Went Down Every Swing
and
the
] is to think of Pamela walking up Fifth Avenue that radi- June day as straight from the
ypointment to
‘ifty-fifth Street and there fall
A Y She was quite unaware of what ent to meet, ni come out for no better yn t that the sparkling sunshine had got I here be never so many banks where thyme { oxlips and all the catalogued favorites may »w, there is something about spring in the ty that has a pungency of exhilaration be- nd ist blitheness, when the very t. Gold-flecked warmth eddied é yon, mysteriously exciting; the ste of the passe by sounded quick and and so lar as one could hear ere Wa augnter riding tne Cur- the air like spindrift Pamela Ww ery wort! ily abroad, on a day e tni There was no n the cloudless azure bluer her I n eyes Her lovely solt blew about in tendrils, as n fitting medium to make ine breeze \ sible Her cheeks
wed, up to the smudge of that
eerie larkness where her black lashes
nd her red lips looked ready
or In her trig plain frock, her gure showed girl in her é And so ne ncing were é eet that f her almost t J Ogden before she saw him there, hat in hand, smiling. She me to an almost breathless halt
| was just iving a most amus onversation with John Ogden,” was his greeting. ‘‘*‘Look at this!’ iid he to me as you hove in sight. And said I, ‘She is a widow, the stepmother of nineteen, she
a girl "a liar!’
thirty-two rou are a
said he. Give you my word.” Pamela “You houldn’t have told him I was thirty
Shere
gasped.
‘It doesn't in th matter
» least rie doesn t believe tt : looked at him for that in-
tant of miraculous length and breadth with a feeling of blindness, it was because revelation had swept her that
tling moment something that Pamela
udden void. In sta!
had thought was spring had become
juite simply John. Her lovely color
ghtened, and a delicious sense of
heart
lignt deepened in her
‘IT suppose,” she heard him saying, ‘they wouldn't let us
have a picnic tea here on the church steps? It seems quite abandoned to go indoors a day like this. But I'd like to yrate the luck of meeting you.”’
Pamela would have gone with him to Siberia if he had
iggested it They crossed the Avenue. The palm-set m of the hotel was happily almost empty. She followed tl ad waiter to a little table by an open window, feel- ng like a little girl at her first party. Her gloves pulled e put her hands beneath her chin and loved him cre tne table [s that your new spring hat asked Ogden, with an f interest ‘Naturally,’ said she. It wasn’t. Jocelyn was wearing W t somewhe What on earth did it matter? Wt { anything matter? She felt that she would like John she had just fallen in love with him, but her I id closed warmly about it as a secret Joy. She won- red why t had not happened long ago. For how many ye ad she known John? Why, she had inherited his er and mother, among all that quaintly ill-assorted ess of her father’s friends writers, actors, painters, nd w € » Fice and poor. st what was it you used to do that kept you so much from home?” she asked with sudden irrelevance I | } r’s dirty work, you know. Oil, con- 4 lleting trouble at the depots. Why?”
FLECVCETR SA FT ED Br GE
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
AULIIMUENTATIOIN'S ARIE WIL LD
By Beatrix Demarest Lloyd +x... .
ORGE Ez.
“Is That Your New Spring Hat?"’ Asked Ogden, With an Air of Interest
‘I just wondered—-I’d forgotten,’ she murmured ab- sently.
He smiled at her through the smoke of his cigarette. It was just like Pamela to have forgotten that the elder Og- den purveyed to the habitable globe most of its petrolic supplies. There was always a ready twitch in his lips, a gleam of waiting amusement in his long gray eyes; but as he took in her quite honest lapse of recollection of his father’s incredible wealth, he almost laughed aloud.
‘It’s been interesting,’ he said in dismissal. ‘‘ Though it has, as you say, kept me away from home a great deal. Every time I come back I find changes in everything but up, hasn’t she? I see her like her father in some
How Jocelyn has grown
you. b he’s very
about a lot, at ways.”
“Yes, isn’t she?”’ picture he evoked of the two faces But, of course, Anthony was quite gray when I married him.”
““You don’t seem to get about much with her set.”
places —she’
Pamela seemed to be looking at the “The same coloring.
“Well, John, you know how it is,’’ she answered. “For goodness’ sake, don't give me any of those inséne mint
leaves in my tea. When I want catnip I'll take it
wot.
June 11,1927
I’ve my own collection to the circus dad left We
when the spirit moves, and if the dropped-on is busy, one
one rackstraw for sassie ty added FE
me. just drop in on one another
genial ‘Get out, idiot, I’m working’ ends that little bit. I
couldn’t stand that feeling of social life as an obligation
And I couldn't, for instance, play bridge bef It’s my belief they th
ore luncheon
ink the weeks of the year were tle ked
F +
off to agree with the number of cards in a dec} **How’s the work going?’ Pamela made a face slowly. ‘‘It’s gone, vanished, off on a spree,’’ she
sald **T haven't written a Awful, isn’t it? Not an idea in my head for months.”
“We ll, lots of writing on that account,’
ine
uthors don't stop
"said Ogden
cheerf ‘Of course I love to hear you sa‘ 1 en
nless I have a copper-bottomed
». Asa matter of fact, y ‘em
1 plot I am speechless. I really must
look inside this sandwich —what'’s it
made of? Cresson and paté and some dark secret Oh, John, whata lovely tea I am having.” ‘You make it so,”’ said Ogden ‘““But tea is such an ephemeral was sal If you are at a loose end to night, 1 think it would be awfully decent of you to let me take you to
dinner somewhere Pamela shook her head. *‘ No car do it tonight. My ends are tied in
a knot. Jocelyn IS Ziving a Little
dinner to Judith Marriot-Smith.’ “Well, but!’’ demurred Ogden or a note of protest. ‘*‘ You don’t mear
to tell me there’ chaperoning
S any done these days?”’ She There Irish
3less you, no
lilting laug! like Pamela’ laug!
lam only the cook
gave a was no
merry musi voice on a chiming His eyes took this in with a vague
+ a you t
tell me a
shadowing. ‘‘Cou little more about after an exceedingly dry little pause
that?’ he asked, ‘I can tell you all about it, m) dear lad. You must know that Joce lyn and I could never live the way we do—the bit of an income.” moment to smile at long story, but you asked for it which is
way we like to-——on my one stopped a “It isa
him
There is our apartment truly noble, you know— and two ex
pensive females to live in it Luckily, every once in so often, a bolt strikes from the blue; I get an
funny story, and a nice fat check plops into the bank. I
idea for a
could wish it happened oftener, but | am too grateful for even an occasional plot to complain. We get along beau
tifully with one maid, but when Jocelyn entertains her
school friends -pullet luncheons or mixed dinners— there must be a cordon bleu in the kitchen. Why not? I enjoy it. When I entertain there are about six caterers—we all
cook and waiter and scullionate. To tell you the truth, I
think we have the jollier parties, but we are so mucl younger than our children.”
He pushed aside his plate with a touch of considering impatience and leaned toward her with his arms on the table ‘You are not spoiling Jocelyn, are you? ‘Nothing could spoil her,” ‘There Why shouldn't she give din-
a
Goodness is aware, she accepts hundreds of ’em from
; said she never Was
a dearer girl in the world ners? the others.
girl friends at that ly quar tered in those fifty-thousand-a-year slums on Park Avenue
Joce lyn is very popular, you know, and her }
fashionable school are most I should be perfectly miserable if she couldn’t keep up her end. It is not snobbish pretense, John. I don’t care who knows I cook her parties her pals better than their own French chefs.”’
A vision of John’s owr: millions gave him a mortal If only
ffe
it tickles me to be able to feed
twinge. Pamela were not so self-sufficient! He
absently offered her a cigarette, and sat turning his case
around betwee!
wholly undeserved attentior Pamela and her stepdaughter Pame i Pamela rooted in her well-loved life at home A ild he think to make her happy, rending her fron dragging her around the world with a1 John Ogder r company much of the time lhe last thing ‘ was that she could care two straws for a mar e hin He ond husband-—it wasn’t sane to think of hin t but inevitable would be like he t: Some |} nt e devil seize him, a writer of crisp comedies, perhaps, wit t nights and g imphs to t her feet. There w nothing he could offer her except his heart at mone nd Pamela, if she cared little to have m might ‘ ss for his love, which was only three parts wanting her mself, after all! Many a man must kr t natura craving who could offer to raise her present ne r the life she knew and loved He was perfe ware that one day he would have to tell her his sto t e had no hope it would do more than distress he We th Va ng too long silent for a host He glance ] t nd forced a smile lhe look of him brought an ache of tenderne nto he throat. She had no idea that he was thinki: ibout he but there was a wistfulness in his eyes that e fe wou n another moment, lead her into the tempt n of te y him how dear he was. She pushed bac ‘ hair at caught up her gloves ‘Must go,”’ she said, smiling Che ve next bridge that Joce n gives shall be graced wit pPiagia eq sand wiches, and I shall think of you while I make them
‘Well, that’s something,” said Ogden with a
The vehicle that bore her home, when she ha
shaken him off, was presumably a homely bu
Shere felt as have Cinderella in her g
must She had several wasted years to make up have known that John Ogden, for all he might t the Pacific Ocean somewhere, was what made t round; but she was rapidly balancing the budg
now to doubile-quick time She bought
nt ) It w yreat ¢ Wal ‘ tire Te t ; ‘ ( minat Wwindov ry ahi | en er ex T 1 nad} 4 4 t Ssqua brown } ud ed l i wit iri} , } } ob, y yt t ¥ 1 below, W than one ( 1 wr ol grat " = ine g answe
i eT rans (‘ae y me r re ew wt l ‘ tne ed wit! were yu ( . ¢ é melt i em i Sstulle id Ste¢ n toast imbe | é ttuce ke ts elect »> He se iI é
er
yast-master
meitea 1 inexpe ‘ Voce
id Pame
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
Continued
on Page !
Ogden Hesitated.
‘Pamela,
You
are
Not
Going
be
Stuffy Parent,
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
June 11,1927
idl MAN MiRRIWZLIL
imbered a man.
ight in Behind
on a winter n
runr r her,
ng madly
ouyg ease tne pace. here’s no hu he kept repe r, and in between t ne tried to reason wit! hor 0) oO é imitted, he A gia W e had come home Any man would be glad ~ \ had run away and then come back again. B icks, if the boy had é D¢ ind soul togethe r yr 3ix months, all on his own, t stood to reason he wouldn’t up and die in the time it would ake them to walk home. And
another tl
yughtto ha
meeting wa r i
hurt W é
while. ]
esson. Maybe then he would
et t tnro
e Tra
cnips awnl
happened Revelation gnt, wit
art whereon would
; |
ot the Apocaly] se
> ‘ AT Brother Ni the Boo; man didr
The Prodigal <<
ad poked his head in
would teach him a
n away from home re might hg
e pefore he
‘atter pere it wistful; Br to expound
d all the
ng -just because
said Willie was had they left the lit out this way They ve stayed until the
lection?
It wouldn't little
over
to walt a
igh his head that
ive to whittle his
} saw his
argued thus the sounded
for as it
Nickerson
Book otf at the meeting h the aid of agreat be de- queer creatures And when ke rson € xpounded
f > 8) v¢
otner
the
velation, a
stay away if he
paid him no heed er. Leaving him
she ran on, plunging
through snowdrifts and scrambling pavements. Ina few minutes
was flinging open a door, racing
wv i hall and bursting into a hen, there to fly into the arms of a
ink youth who had been thaw-
himself out by the parental stove.
in
}
+H the streets of a little town in the state of the early 80’s, a woman ialf-hearted As he puffed for breath he
By James Mi. Caim
ILLUSTRATED BY M. L. BLUMENTHAL ¥ Sd fa
“I Was Hoping He Would be a Preacher,’’ Said the Mother Sadly
Not
and these, he seemed to As fora
His
““How’'d he get that fool ‘Seems like to me out in the world he would of
Le xy was brief. For this boy of sixteen, dideas so strange that he must needs ay from a home where he had always ‘ k of the walk, had come home with tranger still. No penitent prodigal, ly to atone for his transgression by settling down into ful occupation that might present itself. leaded guilty to nothing; he had money in his i clothes on his back; oved that he had not wasted his time. cupation—poof! He had loftier aspirations. dreams, it appeared, were filled with the screech of i the snorting of buffaloes and the whooping of Cor In brief, he would an author be, and sign his ir, far into the night his father and mother talked over ‘ w that had befallen them. his head?”’ fretted the father. e spent six months some sense.’ " }
where I can get him a job at a dollar and a half a day right now, and he can make two and a half as soon as he learns the trade.”” His voice grew warm as the full enormity of the situation began to dawn on him. ‘‘ Dog-gone it!’’ he exclaimed. “I got a notion to take him over to that job tomorrow anyhow. I got a notion to put him to work and see if that don’t beat some sense in his head.’’ And as he stood six feet three, and was so huge in proportion that Abraham Lincoln had once singled him out of a crowd and challenged him to a rail-splitting contest, it seemed that he was able to make good on his notion.
**No, you can’t do that,”’ said the mother quickly.
““What’s going to stop me?”’
“He might run away again.”
“Yeah, he sure is bull-headed.’’ The father was silent a few minutes. ‘‘ Well,’’ he reflected after a time, ‘you got to admit he’s got the pluck.”” Dark though the future might appear, he could not resist a sneaking pride that his over to Biddeford, the mill
son had gone town, and held
his
ire
there asking help ng,” The pluck In question
own without
ain’t afraid of noth he mused
S
The mother sighed long way from the ministry and the Book of
**Guess we better leave him alone,”’ said the
don’t know much about this writing business; it ain't But it’s a cinch he ain't like no other boy that w |
my line
ever seen, so maybe he knows what he’s doing
“Yes, I guess we better leave him be,”’ said the mothe sadly
And the decision, no doubt, was a momentous o1
for the boy who was snoring away in another part
the house. For this William Gilbert Patten was pre ently to rewrite his eminent name as Burt L. St dish, and in no great length of time to give a wait
Roman of t A.B., Yale.
He did not, of course, ¢:
noblest
that Merriwell,
world Frank
nem all, tne
for an ax and have the prodig ious Frank cloven full-growr I ww at one fell swipe He had not, in fact, ever
thought of Frank at this time other matters were more pres ng his parents were committed |
For one thing, althoug!
the moment to an attitude of
watchful
Walting, they were
practical lolk; ana if the usu fructs of literature were 1 visible pretty soon, they m deliver an ultimatum t would mean the minist the carpentry, or another trip int the cold, cold world. For ar other tl ng, there wa t affairof honorwith Mr.Goo boss of the n I ¢
‘“‘A Bad Man”’
R. GOOCH, in firing him had not only refused
give him the raise he d manded but had bidden him g get some hair on his face, else
be thankful to work for ninety cents a day he was ¢ ting. And it had become } ambition first to get sé
me Nair
on his face, and secor make enough money t to Biddeford and snap haught fingers at Mr. Gooch an: Gooch’s $1800 a yea heigh-ho for the inkpot After three weeks, howe His first story,
th Lhe
ver, things loo
black indeed.
had hardly been dry on per
he shipped it off to the Banner Wee} 7. 2 publication of the Messrs. Beadle & Adams, in New Yor and it was rejected by return mail. What was almost a distressing, it had not come back with the ne With heavy heart young Patten went to work or The Pride of Sandy Flat. To his father, wh ries a little more pointed than mere courtesy
ntion the
made evasive replies, neglecting to me rejection.
“Tt always takes a little whole lot of editors have got to read the stuff before t} take it.”
By the time The blue indeed, and when he sent the story off he very humble letter to the editor of the Banner Weekly, M Orville J. Victor, in which he respectfully , he revealed any talent as a writer. And P. S.— where was his other story?
He trembled when he opened the reply. Yes, said Victor, literary talent was plainly visible. The Pr Sandy Flat was accepted. Through some oversight Man had not been returned, but now that it had second reading it, too, was accepted. Check wa for six dollars
time,”’ he explained. “A
ride of Sandy Flat was done he wa
asked whethe
to pay for both stories He drew a long breath. Perhaps out of that moment hi
f
got something which enabled him to describe so feelingly
in later years, how Merriwell felt when the plotte been foiled and our friends would breathe free
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
‘Heard from those stories today, he said nonchalantly, country wi rogucing Lhe ima tossing the check to his father as he sat down to the suppe tive lale turne ou ‘ ‘ table that night of Irving Hawtt ‘ ongte Long and hard did the elder Patten stare at it. ““‘How Whittier and Poe might be a \ long did it take you to do them stories?”’ he asked fine in a literary way, he reasoned ‘Oh, couple of days apiece, I guess they were woefu yut tou ' ‘H’m!” said the elder Patten, in the manner of aman the times. Su tulf, it seem who makes mental calculations him, gaped at the ids wh he third story, which was really a short novel, sold for elephants were 1 gt the t eT t) if t dollars The check he snowe d not miy to! S romance y! An eT a the gre at te latner but to Henry Clark, a friend And that night a boy her literature av in the West pedaled frantically up to the village store on his higl was the land that was on ever ei wheeled bicycle and burst into the room where men were tongue that was the iand that w suying cut plug, twist and loose chewing forever on the vor of Congres A ‘ ‘Willie Patten got se venty-five dollars for one of them yreat debate on whether M 1! tories he’s writing!”’ exclaimed the boy should be admitted slave or free Up spoke Hosea Rackliff, the school-teacher “Henry whether we should insist on filt Clark,” he said sternly, ‘‘you shut up with that foolis! four forty or fight; that was the ‘ nes Willie Patten ain't got sense enough to make seventy- land where supermen were I é tive dollars even if he worked for it, let alone making it by ing back a frontier on Indiar r b something he wrote.”’ and buffaloe that was the land ¥ But Henry Clark insisted that he had seen the check where the excitement was, where and later on Bill Patten came in and confirmed the great life had color, flavor id . ‘ news about his son, and excitement was intense in Corinna that was the land that people ye he that night. The fourth story, a full-length novel, sold for wanted to read about $150, and by that time Willie Patten felt himself seasoned Accordingly, as soon as he ould get for a venture he had had in mind for some time. He would affairs in order, he moved to New Y try his hand at dime novels prepared to sing its saga. His plan, first, wa publish 1 eas it Ww é A ‘ ‘ The Birth of the Dime Novel His plan, them | ent a When t rice at wi the bor vere to . Foreign influence a LAR ambition? Not at that time. It is now’ be sold, hi ip their hands and threatened to he 4 juite forgotten that the dime novel has an ancient have him pi atch. Other publishe ‘2 M*' ARSKA A nd thoroughly honorable history. In the beginning it was rumors re: 1. Itw pretty drear a t t not the biographer of detectives, horse thieves and train — said, but be done. Beadle we I i ( ‘ é el robbers at ail, but the historian of an epic achievement with his pre] ook him a yt two : i f the conquest of a continent. Its originator was Erastus F. joke books, song books and such things, to get togethe ( Beadle, a native of Otsego, New York necessary money, but presently he was ready. He would ‘‘Porfias Delt Norte Was t | In 1857, when he was in his thirties, Beadle made a trip need a printer, he realized, so he engaged Robert Adam the Greatest Villain of J from Buffalo, where he had set up shop as a printer, to who had set type for him in Butta He would nee All Literature’’ 360. he ‘le of Nebraska, where he had taken up land and ex ecitor, so he engaged a . pected to settle. For various reasons his enterpriss ung man named O ‘ ge M G An lid not turn out very well, and he was forced to Victor, the ime Victor w t Slave M Met \ t é me bach But he had seen things t t mar t é to Ww ! ! his eye He had found out first et er ( W H W hand what was happening on the raged ing I é plain he had had his own provi- ? ( nna, M ‘ } el ‘ ions stolen by Indians and had come Victorsoon made I l t Beadle into uncomfortably close contact é é
calping expedition
What he saw cor
vinced him that there was something
Cally wrong W 1 4 Continued on Page
54 E ott Bion pRead
Frank Merriwell Won All the Harvard Games Single-Handed in the Last Minute of Play
W
wee vie
“I’m Just
THE
LICK: O
Blowing My Nose,’’' He Snapped.
SATURDAY EVENING POST
CiK, TICK-TOCIK
June 11,1927
“I Suppose a Man Has the Right to Blow His Own Nose Without Being Asked to Explain His Actions"’
[! WAS shortly before five o’clock and I had ° ° He must have noticed m tartled expressior ist thrown into the wastebasket a circular By Jloratio Winslow because he pressed the ler on his stop watcl inviting me toinvest in some South American twice to nd the | i to zero ‘The wells, and was engaged in wondering what ILLUSTRATED BY R. M. BRINKERHOFF message read Jaspe Pick-tock, t t lla would say on being told of my prospective Sweetie raise and consequent effect on our joint building fund, when X. Y. or some such assumed appellation. Now, if you saw ‘“‘Betore starting, professor, | would e to ask agair Burtield opened the door and, in his customary hard- an advertisement of this sort you would wonder, Iam sure, what paper that was in.’ d manner, said, ** Ennis, | wish you would step in here just who A. B. C. was and why he sent the message in ques- “It was published in the London Time nute tion to X. Y.”’ **London, Wisconsin?” ere was something depressing about the way he made “No, professor,’’ I said, after thinking a minute, ‘I ““No, no,”’ snapped Mr. Burfield, ‘* Londo ngland remark, but having a clear conscience, I got up at once would not do any wondering like that, because it would be London, England.” with a fearless step, crossed the threshold into Mr. simply wasting valuable time.”’ “Well,” 1 explained somewhat embarrassed, ** before ( rivate office In making this reply I had thought I would be getting in) moving to this city my home was in London, Wisconsin Ent aid Mr. Burfield, looking larger and more right with Mr. Burfield, who had been nuts about not wast- and I may as well admit, Mr. Burfield, though | have sir i-boiled than usuai, ‘‘this gentleman is Professor Smith ing time ever since six months before when he had hired _ ply used initials and never mentioned the subject, my first e Imagination, Inc. Corporation of New York. Ihave the efficiency expert. name is Jasper.” { him in to find out why we are not doing bigger and To my surprise, Mr. Burfield remarked in a severe voice, ‘It would be,”’ said Mr. Burfield in what can only | er Husine ‘*Ennis, this is not the time or place for kidding. Either described as a snorting manner, while Professor Smith re ofessor Smith, who looked to be cultured, but also. you appreciate the importance of imagination in the marked, ‘‘ Mr. Ennis should write down what the message er hard-boiled, in spite of his bald head, nodded to me modern business world or you had better trade your type- suggests to his imagination without any more delay than 1 pleasant manner writer for a shovel. Kindly give the professor the proper absolutely necessary. Suppose we start agair Jaspe Ye I have been discussing things with Professor answers and refrain from making any more wise cracks.”"’ Tick-tock, tick-tock. Sweetie.’”’ th, Ent and he has shown me conclusively what we Though not aware of having made a wise crack, I saw I A minute later Mr. Burfield said in an irritated w was in wrong and that the less general conversation in- ‘‘ What is the matter, Mnni Why don’t you start?’ O was my simple comment dulged in, the better. Therefore I decided to follow direc- ‘“*] don’t know where to start nor what to start,’ was n Professor Smith, Ennis, is a psychology expert who tions as closely as possible. honest reply es In tne imagination. Without imagination there “*Now then,” said the professor, ‘here is a little personal “Write down what the ad makes you think of ion, and where there is no vision, business cannot advertisement clipped from the great London Times “It doesn’t make me think of anything,” I said after uk hest opportunities.” Take your fountain pen and this pad of paper. I will read two more minutes, and this was literally the truth aid “ O} igain, that seeming to be the most appro- the message and give you five minutes to call your imagina- The more I tried to use my imagination on this subje ite remar| tion into play and write down your conception of the per- the less it would work, and when the professor announce The professor has not only gone to the seat of the son who inserted the message, the person for whom it was that the five minutes were up, the only writing on the pad ible but he eady to show us how to remedy it. That intended, and what you think the message really said.”’ was the string of o's by which I had tried out the fountair why rst of he will give you a little test to see ““And remember, Ennis,”’ Mr. Burfield interrupted, pen. ther not you have need of his expert advice “this test involves no sentimental slop, so don’t let your The professor interrupted Mr. Burfield, who ha As proressor opened his leather bag I could not help imagination work in that direction. Look at the ad as_ started to say something in a disgusted tone of voice hing back my chair, because I was afraid he might pull though you were a detective. Who sent the message? Who ‘Imagination, Mr. Burfield, is a psychological gift prese ome surg instruments and try to operate on my _ received it? What does it mean? Are you ready?” in us all. Whatever he may think about Mr. Ennis here 1 J was much relieved when he produced nothing but I tried my fountain pen and found it worked as usual. has imagination just like everybody els« It is only a yp watch and a pad of paper “Yes, | am ready.” cuestion of its cultivation.” Now, Mr. Ennis,”’ said the professor, “on looking over ‘Very well,”’ said the professor. ‘‘This is what was In that case he had better st tin cult g | newspapers no doubt you have often observed what printed in the Times * Jasper Tick-tock, tick-tock gift,” said Mr. Burfield ed CE because ‘ ila ertisements; as, for instance, from Sweetie.’”’ you ve convinced mé VI ve need gning hirnself A. B. C. to another whom he call ‘“What was that again?”’ | asked this e is men of im: yn ar s 1 if we can't
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
Witha Sudden Burst
Aen t of Constructive Im: | = ; . agination I Replied : as Follows: ‘Yes, $ t BETO . ‘ Willa,I Have Solved — : ‘ . the Problem’’ ‘ \ \\ t nik ; ; ’ \\ n \ metir y t \ th her W Wet M{ i ‘ > Pi t i It was Prof ! I e and, W ut WwW U) , res e he . me ex nue I have just left 1 r \ M »UrTie il le ‘ I i } ma }] ate contere t r ‘ ‘ t | n the means o! deve eve ‘ t r ‘ iH St ‘ 4a ties I \\ . { “ n e tor a he ! Lu i j ( I t ¢ mag i i sé ‘ t in imaginat that | g é ig f es us to realize ou ‘ O} that s« | j " vreea G enoug! A tor | ‘ develop them from the material we have, we will pick “Yes, Mr. Enr ind remember we ould distinguis! nfidence in eit want t ! them where they are already dev yped That will do between the lachrymose neurot mag tion tha " | i Ennis, but kindly remember, the fact that you are hard good to anybody and the sane imag yn t build ! working and put your money in savings-bank account realizable future Now, for instance, 100 it i thie j i ‘ doesn’t mean that your present job is cinched. From now _ building across the street and then, closing your eye e finished when he Kpre ' ' y once I ‘ ‘ ( vyhnen your imagination ¢ » be heard, listen to it if you can imagine a vast establishment oO ipying t! é i t ‘ r ‘ Qur entire force is to be reorgani: and when the smoke tire second floor.’ Closing eyes as directed I was pleased rit eye of battle clears away, I hope, En: | hope you will still to observe that after a couple of minutes I was able t ind re . th us magine this without d i ‘ , ‘ as That is splendid, Mr. Ennis. I have proved to you tha plea iy [ ‘ , ‘ I an we fovasaid is the matter with you”?”’’ asked Willa that you have a constructive imagination; you see possibilitic grateful, and I eas | 1 Is¢ n evening. ‘‘As your fiancée I demand to know why It is only a question of proper development. Now take the fortunate nature, v make r « for me you keep muttering tick-tock, tick-tock. My best explana- next step. Imagine yourself as the general manager, and trust anybod Please, please f en tion is that somebody has hypnotized you and now you | the entire office on the floor working under your directior S t r t , think you are a timepiece Have you any idea what took n t ver to ge th but was ‘ t r | treet in the saying when you tick-tocked last?” fied t } I could see myself bawling ! m ¥ é “You were say thinking quicl that out one of n , mir ‘ \ ‘ ! é blowing
our joint Duliding fun
} " eighty dollars and would bl
got that ra
St ntinued on Page
“There you go again, Jasper
hit you and with what
full account of what had hay
‘It is hopeless to dope ou
when I had finished ‘Prob: they do because they were bort Burfield, whose 0) suyye yination as a tru oad of p I ne n native, quite probably uur case I fear he w be ao ‘How so, Willa?”
ome people eT re
dose of imagination; others ar
most of my male relatives, you the second class My grandfat! South let his imagination run aw him in the case of Conted
erate money My father
mignt have ived some
thing out of the wreck i he
nadn t been persuaded
that he had enough imag
natior to select winning
ace horses. And I tor
to you from the first, Ja
per, because as nearly as I
could make out, you had
other job 4 man who
tr ght and
Professor’s Neck fhe Said De You Mean You are W t Trust M 1 th far ww >
where an imagination King Dropping Her Arms From the
Hi celebrated senator had a lot of white waistcoat that hit on red-and-blue bunting of a barrier around
the spezker’s stand when he leaned forward to puff a entence at the crowd. Lupus felt that these impacts ild make some sort of noise, but the big man kept roar
ehement
and musically through the heat that his mach’'s collisions with the draped rail were not aud ble But it was very interesting. Lupus dangled his legs from the window sill above Judd’s drug store and watched this ient being comfortably. Certainly nine-tenths of Couveris and the county had jammed Iro- Street for the pageant and the unveil- of the new monument. Lupus looked flown on wet necks rising from damp blue white shirts, on female blouses mois- tened at the shoulder so that pink flesh
how 1 iowed
through their tis- ues, and he thought how
funny a crowd looked from
‘A great wave of spuri-
ous criticism,’’ the speaker bawled, “has engulfed the
yuntry, attacking our In- stytootions, our past and e
our present!”’
Lupus blinked, and urned his head to see Sf
whether his wife was smil-
ng. it seemed that this wasn't just the way to pro- yunce institutions, and Mary was smiling
‘ 1 — , I guess the fella ain’t
goed,”’ Lupus od, getting hold of her hand
‘Sh-h-h! He’s charming, Lupus.” ‘He's got an awful pod on him,” said Jet he weighs two hundred
‘But he has a beautiful mind,’”” Mary murmured. ‘I think it’s the best Fourth
y speech I ever heard.” Beyond her Mr. Van Eck spat into his red < handkerchief and purred, ‘“* Dumber’n | ever heard. Your woman’s bein’ sarcastic, boy I know ‘at, pop. I’m gettin’ wiser every day Bein’ married again,’’ Lupus explained, ‘‘is good for
Mary brushed some loops of hair back into the masses about her ears and said, ‘‘Sh-h! Listen t
this eloquence, Lupus! I think he’s hypnotized Caro
Lupus hunted the muddle of the crowd and saw his son Carolus sitting with three other aborigines on the limb of a tree that lanced out close to the platform Carolus had just been the most distinguished member of the Indian tribe which began the parade of the Couveris pageant. Everybody admired the kid stalking ff the other lads and young men down Iroquois
Street. Now Carolus was straddling the dark limb of the
maple and his amber legs glowed between streaks of colored
paints. His funny headdress of fur, horns and feathers
you could see that he was giving the
Western senator his full attention
If this country,” the orator declared, thudding his Waistcoat on the railing, ‘‘is to stand for the ideals it has
ne hed since Washin'ton resigned himself to the cold
embrace of death, it cannot afford to listen to the criti
ms of the discontented few If the spirit of our an
upus got a cigarette out of his pocket and thought that Carolus was looking like a spirit of his ancestors You ouldn’t get away from it. It was—well, distinguished to have Indian blood and to show it in your smooth, red skin and your eyes and hair. Carolus was the best-looking kid j
The kid looked
grand, I think,’’ he yawned Don't be so conceited,”’ said Mary “I think the Van
I egoism is simply ferocious! Caro looks just like you 1 Rain-in-the-Face, and you know it!”
Mr. Van Eck said sleepily, “I don’t mind, girl. Lupus is
best-lookin’ out of the lot, but the Van Ecks have
always been worth lookin’ at. Carolus is a damn good-
lookin’ fella. I never seen nothin’ in lookin’ like a Greek 1 Greek gods always look kind of dumb to me
| ! 1 that’ t vin’ the discus looks like he'd die if
THE
SESTHETICS 37,7#0MaS BEER
SATURDAY EVENING POST June 11,1927
the mayor made himself a committee
f
of one to go to New York an’ git us a
STIRS i TI
monument. I bet it’ll be grand.’”’ Pop was being sarcastic, Lupu
knew, because his voice seemed to be
asleep in his throat and his narrow bronze face was motionless around |
mouth. Pop was somehow tremendous today, although he was coatless and his faded blue shirt hung open all dow: his tough breast, and one white chicker feather clung to the brass ring at the
end of his wooden peg that replaced the leg left in Cuba in 1898. But he was dreadfully imposing
*‘It’s awfully sad,’ Paramore said
“and it’s the result of living abroad for two years; but I don’t know who the mayor of Couveris, New York Just now
**Nate Cotton, Siddy,”’ Mr. Van I purred. ‘The feller that runs the fur niture store beside the post office That’s him beside this howlin’ wolf or the platform, next to Mattie Dodd.’
Lupus examined Nate Cotton past
the branches of two trees, and thought
that the mayor was swollen today. He was askinny fellow, but some emotion had puffed him up and his face glis tened below his pinkish hair in a proud fashion. He was not the Nate Cottor of weekdays, sitting now among the grandees and politely fanning littke Mrs. Dodd with a palm leaf ‘He sell ful furniture ‘I tried to find a typewriter desk in his place
Paramore
on Saturday. Everything that
wasn't a dollar’s worth of pine painted to look like bad Louis Seize was something in cheap walnut with lumps and bad ornament
on 1.” ‘Thank the Lord,” Mr. Van Ec} t drawled, ‘‘near everything out in Ps our house was made before the Rebellion. I bet the bed in the
<4 spare room’s the one old Peter Van Eck an’ his Injun woman slep’ in back in the Rev’ lution, when he was home from chasin’ the British, or
a them chasin’ him.” % “Sachem,” said Mary, ‘‘you mustn't be discon 2 tented and indulge in spurious criticism of your \ country’s institutions.” ‘ *“You’re too sassy for a preacher's widder, girl. I’m f ee more patriotic than most. I buste d up the biggest nue Gebséeton.** 040 bar in Saratoga in 92, when a fella from New York 4 Speaker Bawled, ‘‘Has said that Lord Salisbury made a better speech thar Engulfed the Country, Grover Cleveland did. Never heard either of 'em
Attacking Our Instytoo: speak, but I could be awful patriotic on three tions, Our Past and Our
P yo fingers of bourbon when Lupus was in diapers resent!
Gimme a cig’rette, Lupus. . . . Hey, he’s stopped talking!”’ he had to make a livin’ with his head; and that Venus with The Western statesman was bowing his stomach to the no arms—hell!—a fella’d die if he seen her three times a_ rails as the crowd applauded him. Lupus hoped that no- day. All those Greek statues look dumb to me.” body would ever ask him what he thought of this speech,
Sidney Paramore stopped turning the leaves of a maga- because he hadn’t heard much of it. The only speech he zine and lightly said, ‘‘They’re abstractions, Mr. Van Eck. _ had ever really listened to was some words of his colonel They were an expression of a racial ideal of symmetry and when the regiment broke up one morning on Long Island they weren't meant to look intelligent. They were to ex- in 1919, and there hadn’t been much of that He reco press an wsthetic. They were decorative emblems of the lected that the colonel hoped the regiment would think national taste in its most dignified form. Of course, they kindly of their year in France with him, and that was about look dumb. That’s the trouble with abstractions. I’m all the old devil said. But the Western senator bowed and waiting to see if the war monument will be an abstraction bowed and people clapped their hands. A prodigious smell or a realism, and then I’m going home to lunch. I wish of chewing gum, perfumes and sweat came up from the this flood of clichés would stop.” shifting bodies below Lupus, and over in the maple tree,
**What’s clichés, Sid?”’ Lupus asked. Carolus stood on his branch with a heavier Indian balancing
‘Stale expressions, Injun,” the slim gray man said, behind him. Then little Mrs. Dodd rose nervously from
smiling. He got out of his chair and strolled up the the chair on the platform and someone handed her a long
photographer's gallery to glance past Mr. Van Eck’s blue silken rope. Three gold stars in a line on her black dress
shirt, toward the orator. ‘‘The monument looks pretty glittered nervously, and she nervously began to pull on the
bulky. I hope it’s not more than three figures. By the rope. A stark white sheet draping the new monument way, who did it?” stirred back of the platform and the hidden bandsmen
Mr. Van Eck spat absently inta the street and drawled, lifted The Star-Spangled Banner’s first bars through the
“Dunno, Sid. They got up the subscription last fall an’ ether noises. All at once Lupus felt silly and hot down his
back, because the sun glowed on all ays and the red It’s the quintesss tn ‘
courthouse across the square had a head in every window Mrs. Lupus, who's respor ‘
And then the covering slipped from the monument and Mary drawled, ‘“‘The mayor. A few pe e tried t } M ) ‘ etwer
behind Lupus, pop’s stick grated on the floor yest that a committee ought to help him, but the aldermer in t ' . ecume “There she is,”’ said Sidney Paramore made him a committee of one. I suppose it ist what we mage Lupus ground a fist on his ear and looked at a brown might have expected
woman— bronze, she must be —in a kind of nightgown who “Sure,’” Lupus said Nate Cottor af \lwa lier w
was holding up a crumpled young doughboy. The doug! was. He was in my class at hig! till I got ex i n I
boy had been hit somewhere and had torn open his shirt as He’s as dumb as | am ,
he reeled back on the woman’s arm. But he had thrown ““My word Paramore murmured t} f it! but he ew ?
away his helmet and some of his belts, and that puzzled Maverty had that thing at a show me I eve r
Lupus Sut the woman's face was baz back in 1920. He r é
more puzzling, because she looked up Cor ation. or Victo n , (
ward and beyond the curly metal of the then. I remember getting a he ‘ i er
boy’s head. She really seemed to be from looking at it N f i
looking at Carolus Van Eck, 2d, in the draperie ive fold ! ‘
maple tree. Carolus had drawn in his the best museums 00k at the Pe e alw
legs and was squatting on the boug! Mr. Van Eck asked drow You
Well, Carolus was inordinately cul say this muss was in an exhibition ba Wi the woma |
tured for an eighteen-year-old. Prob- in 1920, Siddy \w 1 wouldn't w he
ably he knew what to think of th “Yea, sir.” i 1 er the cre kk
monument. Lupus did not know what “Dead sure?” Dodd and his! got tl i t Ps
tothink. He looked timidly left at his aa : Paramore leaned past Lupu and larn Go mootn alte t , t ‘ i)
wife and then squinted over his shoul 7 stared at the glowing lady whoseemed died an’ the wi \
der at Sidney Paramore, who'd been to - ‘ Mary to be simpering at the Indians in the an’ there
Harvard and to some college in France tree 4 slow. colored movement beygar the place Ihe rr
when he was young. Then he looked on the street; people went forward past the maple and the right now, but the ‘ bad tir l wn
back at the statue. It had cost ten platform to look. Men were pulling coats together prin mortgag He { I bet t A five
thousand dollars; one thousand came from pop’s bank as they climbed the steps of the stage to shake hand hundred ba terest, hul
account — price of a fine roan colt. So this was the mon with the senator; a leaf vibrated high in the heat and it Your fathe sid Paramore n mie
ument! Tiny, among the standing men on the platform, shadow waltzed on the dying doug! nose Ma ment \ r r
Mrs. Dodd was still foolishly holding the silken rope. The “Gee,” said Lupus, “‘that’s a sick statue! platform, “It awful marrying in | an tribe, M
band stopped playing The Star-Spangled Banner Sid Paramore drew back and said, “Yes. It’s the one Paramore. The i rt me around a tres **Gee,” said Lupus, “‘I think that’s lousy!” Maverty showed in 1920. I’ve an excellent memory f{ when you're fixing a garte lering a mo His wife gasped, ‘Oh, darling!” bad statue rhis is the same one. W ‘ lhe ‘ nging | Ar ‘ “Well,” Lupus said, “I do!’ He was thirty-seven “Then this town,”” Mr. Van Eck drawled has } 1 ter Rain-in-the-Face Lupus, the Dod en't
years and one month old and she was only twenty-nine, thousand dollars for a stale piece of far goods this have the
no matter how good her grammar might be He wasn't sculpturer was tryin’ to sell back then! I like that. That pu ne second admired i head al
going to let her walk on him. ‘‘I think it’s rotten. There interestin’. Well,’’ he went on casually, having spat, “I see blue shirt worming stead tov t
ain’t any sense to it. Goon an’ tell me I’ma barbarian or that Mattie Dodd’s fainted. She would. You git a womar steps among gaping people. Then |} i At's night
sumpin.” that lost three sons in a war an’ have her unve t made fo ed ! Sidney Paramore clapped his shoulder and said, ‘“‘You’ve uary that looks like a label on a beer bottle an’ t r is packed ir " g, a
got the makings of a critic in you, Injun! It’s abysmal! thing she could do is to faint to00s Dodd ain't eve Continued en Page 141
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
‘*Here, Red, What's This Intuition Thing?’’
18 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
HOW COME PIGEONS?
pigeons for his birthday
r HIS child wants
present was my
mother speaking to
By Coles Phillips
June 11,1927
homers they are
This was for racing pigeons called by fanciers, and carriers by the laity. They are the athletes of the pigeon world —birds which, properly trained, will fly 500 or 600 miles in the
‘Why pigeons? ‘hat the first time I had heard the question, for thirty years more or less I have been trying
answer it. I am trying to do so now mversation preceded by a day my
eighth birthday anniversary. It resulted in a car- ge trip to the shop of a carpenter near my school. At in the shop, among shavings and lumber d unfinished window frames and things, were hree reo! They belonged to the son of the carpent Butch Yonkers, a boy in my grade at
hool. I had sat with Butch in the shop and watched them every afternoon after school since the term had begun that fall. Butch didn’t want
day without stopping for food or water, and unk
What
the weather is bad, look no different from they did when they left the loft
There are three national associations of pigeon fanciers in this y boasts 4798 members, and the two others are not far behind this number. Amalgamation has been discussed for years, but has not been brought about as yet. All sorts of men make up the membership
country, one of which
of these associations— college professors, ministers, millionaires and laborers. They hav conventions, which are very largely
last for about a week. There
their annual
attended and
are nine
magazines
TYPES OF SQUABS PRO: DUCED ON MR. PHILLIPS' PIGEON FARM
4 , ae : : , w i
Above—Hungarian At Left—Silver King At Right—White King
Below —JSolid Red Carneaux
Jutch’s father, the carpenter, to cultivate much of a taste for them. They were for sale, and ten cents each was
them, but
juldn’t seem
ne consideration
I acquired them and took them home, and no ion I have ever had since has given me so They were named at once Bill, Belle and John. Bill was pure white, big, bold and blustering, while Belle and John were a pair, blue,
possess
much pleasure
with black bars and wonderful iridescent necks. In my innocence I had provided the eternal tri- angle, and poor quiet John was the victim.
On my birthday the gardener and I built for them
published dealing exclusively with pigeons, all which have their racing-pigeon departments, and
four of which deal with these athletes alone
Clocking the Racers
HERE are immense concourse races held ever)
spring and fall, where all the clubs within a radius of some prescribed distance such as fifty miles con bine and fly a series of races. It is not unusual to have 6000 entries in these races f conditioned birds liberated at sunup in some little town in the Carolinas, with the task be
6000 ca
fore then
i cote, which we placed on the roof of the garden tools and lawn mowers and hose and
kept. It had little windows and a little h a white porcelain knob. I had clipped one wing of each bird, carpenter’s boy had told me that they would not fly iway if I did that. They lived and were fed and watered on the roof of this garden house, but life was scarcely
house where h things were aoor wit
Bill was a tyrant
rth the living to John. Bill took his wife away from him d then bullied him unmercifully. There was just one yt in which John was allowed to stay unmolested, and I W not a desirable spot from a pigeon point of view.
A Thrill That Can't be Equaled
| VILL seemed iy to Belle, as they sat on the top of ) their box I abhor the sight of that John. I
think
hunt him up and paste him a few just for luck.”’ Belle ( rent to the whole matter. John was, after all, ted le yw, she seemed to consider, and it served
B was I dea of a real pigeon Bill would thereupon vund and round the roof until John finally took sanctuary — an exposed perch under the eaves
| i Bill had to do was to make a threatening r lol uld make for this perch a poor, cowed,
! felt immensely sorry for John, but I didn’t know how ! liven if it had occurred to me to get him
i didn’t know where to find any more pigeons. 1
them, and I hurried home after
arned about
pigeons
feathers dror t
pea ou
and new feathers one by one replaced the stumps. They began making trips to the ground and ended by flying clear to the roof of the house. John disappeared. I hunted for John all over the ground and the neighborhood, and I grieved for him, but he never came back.
Bill and Belle served me a scurvy trick place in the angle of the brick laundry and the kitchen just under the eaves, and became totally inaccessible to me.
They selected a
Strange moaning sounds came from this recess for several days, and then Bill busied himself carrying little sticks from under the oak trees one by one to Belle, hidden within the recess. He was at it for days, ending up by bringing straws one at a time from the barn 100 yards away.
For weeks after this I never saw the two birds together, when one morning Belle appeared with an egg shell in her beak which she dropped on the ground. The next day I found another one, and the two halves would not fit to- gether. They had hatched two little ones
It was almost more than I could bear not to see those What By and by piping
noises came from the recess,
youngsters. color would they be? and one fine morning two new- comers poked their funny heads out. One was pure white like Bill, and the other blue. You fellows who have sold your first painting or story, or bought your first car, don’t know what a real thrill is
When I bought my home in the asked another, *‘What is that Phillips is building in his back garden?”
“Well, Ldon’t know, but I was told that it
hut it scarcely seems possible
Why pigeor
country neighbor
Mr
one
strange-looking thing
is for
pigeons;
‘p ) Pigeons
, Long Island
or Jersey before darkness comes again. With any sort of weather they will do it with ease. With any sort of luck they will fly from Pensacola, Florida, in several days They are sent in special cars in specially constructed ship
of making their lofts in Westchester
ping crates holding about forty birds each. Two experi enced liberators go with them to care for them and see that they get away to an even start.
There are all sorts of races— derbies, team 1 There are frequently big
manner OF pt
races and match races. prizes for the winners, and there are all bird pools, loft pools and auction pools match races for $5000 a side.
I hear someone asking how a man in Jersey cat against a man in Westchester County have eighty miles farther to fly than the other. That
true; but the awards are made on what is ed yard
that is, yards per minute over the distance. Each mar distance is accurately surveyed from his loft to the point of liberation. A timing machine is used which must cor
tain the secret countermark taken from the returned racer before the clock is started, or, if it be of another n
punched. The presence in the clock of the rubber counter mark, with its hidden secret number
known only to
+} + +} }
incontrovertible proof tha é i
race arrived at his loft. it will not start until the countermark is placed wit!
secretary, 1S
is been runntt
The time the clock ha
locked in subtracted from the time of day, gives the Y
of arrival of the bird. There are various kinds of cl
but the variety described is the simplest to explain Pigeon racing is a wonderful sport. I am certain we get
out of it every thrill that the breeder and racer of TI
oughbreds gets, without the big investment and the
eXpense The pedigree of a thor
oughbred racing pigeon is one ol the most elaborate things you ever looked at I have had them in my pedigree book running back fort
generations. They make the ped
grees of most race horses look like those of upstarts. You must bear in nm a tna rd atniete S t make when he is six
months old and that you get a new generation every year He can, bar ring accidents, give as good an ac ount of himself in his eighth racing ear as he did as a yearling Again, your racing pigeon Is ex- tremely intelligent. If he isn’t he'll never come home He must pick out his course, exercise his memory, oid hawks. Perhaps this territory
is passing over was sunlight and
ne shadow when he saw it a year ago Today it is gray and misty and
landmarks are obscured by the fall-
ng rain It looks totally different
must fly low and keep his wits about him. It is always the
smart bird that makes the winner,
lost at the first or second training
stupid trainer and liberate your |
crazy, andsome of them certainly look it in the eye
even around a fenced-in track? The minutes, the pigeon for fourteen hours a horse would run in the wrong directior where, anywhere, as fast as he can until
Waat a Racing Pigeon Must Know
F' RTHERMORE, I'll gamble th:
condition a team of birds than
norses not more physical labor, bu
work. To begin with, a bird must be
he must be taught to trap instantly whe
I'he bird on your roof is no good to you;
countermark, and in order t
words; and although two seconds may mak« ence, ll the race is a fast one, between first place and twenty
first, you must move
siowly and quietly
and handle your bird
‘ gently. Get ex
cited and rough and st your fast bird is
ulined Sa ice
He'll remember
it when he re
from the next race,
In addition to this ne must be pointed for the particular race in which he 1s ex-
pected to shine, and
owance must be made tor the two or
three days he must
spend in the shipping crates here is the ib. It is a cinch to ondition a bird fora
ice, but now to pre
mso that three
en days in a jolting ex- press Car where n he eats and irinks, and maybe he doesn't will not
hamper him and he
good enoug!
ever by any chance the stupid one
ones guide the dumb ones home
e horses, on the other hand, I am told, «
races could be run without men
ice He doesn’t know a single thing but
o get tha
hands. This bird must
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
Kings, Ready for Shipment
During the sumn
An wo u#
N A PLEASANT white house at the green lawn, geraniums here and there and box- wood shrubs in pot-bellied bowls, two young persons One of , dabbed the tears away at intervals and at the cruel heel of fate which was about
rear of a smooth wit!
sat at breakfast and discussed the end of the world. them wept softly alled impotentls rush them. who was pretty and young and he wife of the cold-hearted, rosy-faced fellow oss from her and grinned at her word pictures of
Che weeper was Rosalie,
é n't bad as you think,” said Dave, the two-year isband. “This isn’t going to kill anybody.”
Oh,” said Rosa ‘how can you sit there and say that?
How car ) flippant, when everything we have in é wo s t ‘Everything not lost,’’ David contended. ‘‘And I wish you would stop being a cry-baby.”’
I ot crying,” said Rosalie. ‘‘ But it’s too terrible, wa we have worked and scrimped and denied eve g to get this home. And you sit there
n garettes as calm as you please.” : I) ‘You want me to get a handker-
) Vil? u - .
with obvious gusto to devour bacon and tand tos offee, smoke his cigarette and read the I g pape ist as though the universe was not bursting é Hew t calm young husband, David was, with cu a pinkish countenance and inclined
‘ i tle was dressed in the standard uniform of a
ayer. There was a healthy, cheerful, reliant some-
this hour of
nis man tnat survived,
even in
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
OUT, INAND ON
He Poised Himself Above the Ballin This Moment of Crisis, Studied the Line Carefully But Briefly, and Gave His Ball a Firm, Deliberate Tap
grave stress, with the guns of misfortune booming and the stormy seas driving their little bark upon the rocks.
Too, David was a fighter and a never-give-upper, which is something a real golfer learns to be; whereas Rosalie was lovely and girlish, a delight to the roving eye and a marvelous little woman about the house, but she was not a fighter. She was, if the truth must be told, the least little bit timid.
*“You haven't any sporting blood,’’ Dave often told her in her moments of maidenly panic, chuckling to take the curse off his comment. ‘‘ You are a fraidy-cat, which in a man we would call yellow. Throw out your chest and bea woman.”
Rosalie did not mind being called names by her husband, whom she adored beyond all in the world. ‘Il may not have any sporting blood,”’ she admitted, on this morning of black woe; ‘“‘but I can look definite facts in the face, and it makes me miserable to lose everything we have after we worked so hard.”
“Only two years,’ Dave retorted. ‘* What's two years? Something is bound to happen, anyhow, so we haven't lost everything yet.”
“We have,” persisted Rosalie. ‘We lost all our lovely house, our nice furniture and our poor little
have
Car.
“No,” said Dave stoutly. tle car. It’s a swell roadster.”’
‘And to think,’’ mourned the weak one, “‘the day after tomorrow they will come and take everything from us. I can see the men tearing the pictures off the wall. Then
She squeezed back a
‘** Anyhow, it’s not a poor lit-
where shall we go? The poorhouse!”’
dozen outbound tears
June 11,1927
By FRANK CONDON
ILLUSTRATED So Cc. D.
WILLIAMS
‘No,”’ persisted Dave, s SMoKINg il! V Buck uy} sister. You are a female calamity howle While there life there is hope, and anything can happen between now and Monday
tosalie drank her coffee without tasting it, and grieved
anew. She stared at her young husband and marveled that
he could remain so serene in the face of these multifold d tomorrow would be
for the McCoy
and the worst of it was that Christmas Day, and what a Christmas Day '
family! ‘Heigh-ho!”’
asters;
said Dave finally, after having consumed a
hearty breakfast. ‘I think little golf.’
‘You would,” said Rosalie, and bristling with indignatior
golf today, of all days. If that isn’t just know!”
‘*Sweet woman,” said Dave, “‘what else is there a ma can do on the day before Christmas?
“Go right ahead,” urged Rosalie Play your fiddle
while Rome burns.”
Regarding this as a dramatic curtain, she rose into the tiny kitchen, where she about at a great rate.
golf socks carefully, discovering the expected holes and
and swept
banging dishes
begat David grinned and
examined I
finding he could conceal them by turning the t Now it is true that tragedy stalked abroad and the M: Nobody t
ps down.
could deny tha
Coy family was in dire straits
+
Dave had recently lost his position as cashier for a larg company manufacturing plaster board, the simple re son that the firm had failed, closed its doors and gone to the
wall. Three such jobs David had held, and three stout companies had folded their tents, leaving the young hu
band adrift. So it was not Dave's fault in any way The little white houss
sum of three hundred dollars due the real-estate compar
was in danger, for there was the
on the day following Christmas. In fact the was long overdue and the jovial real-estate people had given Dave until the twenty-sixth of the up —‘‘failing which,” said the letter, ** we take action of a drastic nature.”
There was, too, the painfully new furniture,
with the pale-blue overstuffed
< =
lavenport
with the semi-Oriental rug and the piano lamp, all boug
with loving hands, paid for bit by bit, with much sacrifice
and scrimping. One hundred dollars was due the furnitu concern and had been due f weeks and weeks Another hundred would have to be paid on the ca the beautilu gray roadster which Dave and Rosalie had purchased or the standard installment plan in the happy times of job and afthuence The car, in particular, was the delight of their young They guarded it tenderly. They swabbed it off wit! chamois and fine linen and polished away the tiniest spots
after each rain, and it was a communal joke with the neighbors and a saying that when a person looked out a window, a person would be bound to see either Dave or
Losalie polishing the shiny roadster
Wherefore the Me¢ oy tamily paus
disaster and Dave talked lightly o before Christmas, whilst Rosalie choked back her tears and waxed wrothy anew
‘That's the whole trouble with this fan | she said, coming into the breakfast room and brandishing a dishrag at her youthful mate. ‘‘ You and your fancy country clubs lave Just about ruined us. What mortal right have you to belong to a club, and us as poor as church mice
‘No use going over all that again,’ answered David cheerily.
‘There is! Acting like a young millionaire, belonging to private golf clubs and one suit of clothes to your back.’
“Well, it’s a good suit. Very neat looking.”
= you lover
me,’’ protested Rosalie, commencing a long speech, which proceeded nowhere, because Dave arose and clasped the speaker in his arms, and once he did
guments dissolved into nothingness
and her reproaches vanished like mist in the glittering sun
No lady can remain really angry with a gentleman who
keeps kissing the words of accusation away as the form
lips, and Rosalie gave up the job and ceased
mant wile statistics show,”’ David announced, with
his knee and smiling again, ‘that although
dead busted, we are not really so, but in fact
are worth exactly thirty-two thousand five hundred dollars That would be the present valuation of my future earnings, according to John Drum, the famous actuary of the Drum Actuarial and Statistics Corporation, of New Yerk City.”
No!” said Rosalie, sur
prised.
fift “Tre St sae
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
e mu i ; ‘ i lev« ( n t ee
‘ ’ ™ I we ¢ A . ; u minule e would add eight } ‘ ‘ ) cd n ga gra t 0 hundre i e little ave ‘ sne W re t tot \ t xt ‘ one i ( teer ‘ ‘ ‘ } haart: es nee ‘ ‘ t i Ne ‘ expe
S Ro , ig ;
And now Dave. ren ‘ ! nee 4 ‘ ) ( ‘ r M \ Y« ] l m tree la uu é ! ‘ eg, ) <a n tune wit the me ( Wwe \ have a grand nr \I 1 . Worries
On what ed Rosa iv me t
I have hers S Dave n irt in good old cash. You shall have seve t. Buy asma G ine i M M chicken, because | e roast er and some t wa eer giits, and a nice ttie tree with afewd ids; and wew KR ‘ pass out in a burst of Yuletide glory, let the " We ‘ he might d b where they may.” that, M Mulqueet
fosalie accepted the seven dollars, or fishberries as t he tu 1 abru ar are quaintly termed in Chicago, and started to look ul! and pr t N ‘
ur ng ol the ca { ead she sudader N i nerseil and sn 1 f £ B ‘
Thing e bo t me ¢ g sic f ‘ ) Davy, ‘“‘and you'll have to admit I'm no loafer, Ro I’m a worker ve looked high and low fora ». The last the Christma ur ‘ z and turne one exploded under me, and the one before that; and 1 bea fine plum; e! melte know yourself there is no ust king for work on the da Or before Christma lLveryone buying gilts and the office ested one dollar ‘ t M rT the ¢ downtown are deserted Rosalie nodded ‘So l may a line indust iY w ! well dash out and iy alittle golf. Do mea world of good tune, but not any t mer n! ‘ Take my mind off things.” Continued on Page 99
And to Think Mourned the Weak One, the Day After Tomorrow They W i Come and Take Everythi
LACEY SMITH ned her golder i} re st re OWS | LOU She oped |
SATURDAY EVENING POST
LION
ILLUSTRATED Br
June 11, 1927
By MAUDE PARKER
HAROLD DENISON
aressing tat le ‘*‘No, darling, I
don’t mean wicked
in that way ] mean Wel Il have the kind o
mind that love intrigue and loves to work things out in my own way
If I'd been a mar
en re I'd robably have Sa matter } done what my t ew father did. He i nterested made a lot ‘ yked be money in cor Erne né tracting and 1) who taced real estate, a ne na aight mixed up In poll i na ner tics, Dut he would ie eves might } never hold any } e been conten public office, be t s° Lie Cause ne said fe i wi! nad more pows uted above tne outside. Asama rged New York ter of tact, he w { sible at or time the } lv he parted most niluer s irtains mat n tne tate He . but the newspa n i pers never eve a W o printed his pict iving for time and scarcely m ever. She said a Me a rhe St f It ur t i he > ail t od to be true money and di i mu be varetul \ ner teatu must ge io seemed to sharp i ne nar 0 S she spoke ol me at Aloud st 1 “TIT Love Luxury. I Can't Afford It. I Exchange My Wits for It’’ It’s funr sweet i you sudder ) ilike drawl, ‘You'll have a glass of sherry anda ___ because she paid you 20 per cent of the bill afterward. But looked exactly like him. I never saw the resemblance b won't you, my dear?”’ on the other hand, neither could any of her rich friends fore. I remember going toa birthday party at your h« Oh, I don’t know.”” Ernestine pushed back the coat say openly that they wanted Mildred to stay with them once when we were about twelve, I gu he came eeve of her sensible gray tweed walking suit to consult at Newport in order to throw a jealous husband off the with a present for each of us ” She i al
her wrist watch. “I'd like to get this thing settled, Mil- isn’t much time, you know. Bromley’s got to the icebergs begin to thaw, and if you can't ters to finance him he'll have to find someone
had pressed the crystal-and-oynx bell which
1e decorated head of her bed; before Ernestine had finished speaking a middle-aged maid appeared at the door. Her black uniform seemed an incongruous note in luxurious ultra-feminine setting, but her manner left nothing to be desired. ‘‘ Madame has rung?” \fter her mistress had given the order Ernestine sighed. Honestly, Mildred, I don’t see how you do it. You get more service out of that one woman than I do out of eight ts, and I'll wager you don’t pay her half as much.” dred stretched her bare arms in a gesture of content- that was almost feline. ‘‘Oh, we understand each She’s been with me—well, ; i many years.” lon’t need to worry about irs. Even in this
don't look a day over twerty-three.’’ Ernestine
or at her own reflection; her figure
matroniy and her face appeared broader because of mall gray felt hat pushed down so as almost to hide Then she looked back at Mildred, md prettiness was enhanced by a negligee of blue
and lace S} ghed again. “*Nobody’d ever think we'd gone to school together and were within a few months ame age. | look ten years older than you do.”’ Well, you won't after I've gone with you to get your imme thes, my dear. I know a perfectly divine w woman, Madame Simone, who makes hats and dresses ng. She’s fabulously expensive, but worth it And you simply must lose ten pounds right away.” >” You re angel to take sO much pains with me No, I’m not.” Mildred moved a little uncomfortably he tir ented pillows. She wished that Ernes- would st« king at her with that kindly expression Wt lidm't Ernestine have sense enough to realize that he é iy becoming — and expensive— clothes A rofession with her? Of course, you couldn't say i
yu took then © Madame Simone
scent when a certain bachelor’s yacht was anchored in the
harbor
These things were rarely expressed concretely, nor was there usually any need for words; both sides understood the tacit quid pro quo. Mildred had no scruples about urging her friends to spend twenty thousand dollars on their spring wardrobes and then collecting from the mo- diste a commission big enough to pay for her own carefully planned wardrobe for the entire year. She knew that sooner or later, in return for this material favor, she would be called upon for her contribution of resourcefulness, and quickness of wit, and above all, com} lete discretion
But in all these years since they had known each other. Ernestine had never before asked Mildred to do anything for her. And even now it was something which Mildred so longed to undertake, for reasons entirely of her own, that she had to draw heavily upon her fund of self-control to keep from showing the excitement which was bubbling up through her veins like coffee rising through a percolator.
The maid brought in a low glass-topped table and put it between the two women. She placed upon it a silver tray covered with the finest of lace doilies, two crystal goblets, a square decanter mounted with silver and a silver platter of thin biscuits.
“These are all right,’’ said Mildred fattening; I never eat anything else.”’ She poured only a few drops of the red liquid into her glass; the other she
“They're non-
filled and handed to her guest. ‘* Here’s to exploration! Her voice expressed spontaneous gayety, which was rare in her
‘To exploration !”’ eyes glowed. “‘Oh, Mildred, I am so glad you’re going te
As Ernestine lifted the glass, her
do it! You're an angel!”
‘If you call me an angel once more I shall change my mind and not do it.”’ her normal composure had returned. She smiled. “I am
Her tones were again slow and sweet; really a very wicked woman, Ernestine, only you're so nice yourself that you'll never believe me.”
Then she laughed outright as she saw her visitor's gaze turn instinctively toward the three photographs of men,
n Nandsome s er frames, which stood on the painted
with embarrassment
Mildred’s n a dug into her flesh. But she only drawled, “* Yes, | remen ber. What a darling dad was!”’
Ernestine clumsily changed the subject These wall
ands were so tightly clenched that the
area heavenly color, Mildred They're paler than robir egg and not so deep as powder blue “Yes, it is a nice room. I was thinking the other day that your south guest room in the country would be love done like this.” “Wouldn’t you mind “‘T’d be flattered. I'll take you to the same man who did
this one for me.’’ She picked up her engagement book, rose leather tooled in gold ‘*Now let’s see I’m going to you on Friday; I'll try to get him to go out Saturday morning and meet me there.’’ She said to herself, “‘ Than} God, I'll be able to pay him something for this room at last!’ Aloud she went on: ‘‘Then on Monday you might motor in with me and we'll do clothes.”
Ernestine got up; she pulled down her jacket and put on her chamois gloves. She shook Mildred’s hand, which seemed very white and fragile against the yellow leather. *‘Good-by, and thanks a thousand times for taking on the job.”
As she heard the outer door close behind her, Mildred rang for Yvonne. ‘‘Take away the tray, pull down the shades and switch off my telephone. If anyone calls up take the message and say I’m out, but will be back at one. Have my bath ready at quarter of. I'll wear my new dark blue and white for luncheon.”
When the room was darkened and the maid had left, Mildred turned over and buried her face in the pillows
She had so much to think about that she wanted at leas
an hour of concentration. She tried to be entirely caln because she was superstitious about good luck, and this new venture contained a frightening amount of it
Taken chronologically, the luck consisted, first of all, being asked to stay with Ernestine. To be sure, they had
been friends for years, but since Ernestine’s marriage Randolph Draper they ha f i knew thet this w
area Knew
a
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
instinct for appraising the attitude of men toward her, and periectly definite scheme ¥
she knew that although he might find her attractive as a exactly this end. In order to further her plar et t r t t an er
person, he did not approve of her as an intimate friend of even more care than usual with her wardrobe for the event t me t gs ast ev ‘ t 1 his wife. ful week-end with Ernestine As a result tl ure ( any time. But loesn’t me
Her visit to the Drapers would increase her prestige came down to dinner on Friday night, knowing that He looke t ’ ng A ‘ with her own crowd, those half dozen families of newly looked her best in a picture gown of buttercup yellow rich, who lived only a few miles away in actual distance made her soft blond hair appear golder . but who were socially far outside the small self-contained late in the aftern« id as her hoste was out ‘ set to which Randolph and Ernestine belonged gone straight up to her room and slept for two hou i ir beag Wher ist
The most important piece of luck was, of course, the Now, as she e herself a final survey in the full-len; 1 were ¢ chance to see Hacle a Peters while she was in the rignt set mirror of her bedroom door, she saw that she ( ( ri iu ‘ t 4 ce t ting. He was the richest widower on Long Island, and as_freshed, that her blue eyes were wide open and clear and e watche ‘ his origin had been somewhat humble, he was a snob that, in short, she appeared young, fragile and appealing tanned ir ntrast v ‘ M Ernestine had decided that Mildred should persuade him Never in her life had she been so determined to nm } to finance young Bromley’s flight to the North Pole most of it
“1 know you can do it,”’ she had said ‘He told me last Just as she reached the landing of the stairs she iw Pe week that he had always admired you and was sorry he _ tersin the wide hall below. Although he did not glar 1 ] never saw anything of you. Then that very day Randolph — she recognized his erect figure and t} lver-gray ha trong \ came home and said that Bromley would have to give ip He's distir gZuished-looking, anyway e thougnt was undou the expedition unless he could raise at least a hundred and As she opened the door after him she perceived that r atient enoug fifty thousand dollars. We both agreed that Peters was one else was in the long white-paneled drawing-room ex Across the ! e saw R the very person to do it, but the question was how to cept her nostess, whose gown oO! pale Diue satin made t tne ill do iv convince him of it.” appear twice her size Ernestine. He came ‘ ‘
““Couldn’t you ask him?” “Hello!”’ said Ernestine, kissing her I'm so glad I[’ms ute
‘Oh, no, he’s awfully difficult about anything to do wit! you're here. You know Mr. Peters, don't you He was handsom« money. He’s rich as mud, but absolutely temperamental ‘Of course I do.’” Mildred took his outstretched hand iiled up at him | in the way he spends it. Randolph says he'll get out of He saved my life at a Jinks dance two years ago listinetior ippea ‘ paying a club tax of fifty dollars if he can, but on the other it’s wonderful that you remember it Beneat! ilways expe hand, if he really gets interested in something, he'll hand _ his t black brows his dark eyes regarded her ad \ out half a million without a murmur.” mir y. ‘You're even prettier than you were then. How You're a ‘ eature He w
**So my work is to get him interested?” do you do it?”’ hand in } lw i ‘
“Exactly. He’s dining with us on Friday night and has Ernestine grinned encouragingly at Mildred behind |} sitting ir yt the fire in tha ire \\ asked us there on Sunday. Bromley is coming out on Sat- back as she moved toward the door to welcome the other jon’t you g erandt { me er 5 Hadk urday, so we'll take him along.” arrivals eter miled with } but M
There was a curious dovetailing of interests in all this ‘*Let’s sit down here by the fire.’ Mildred ledtheway to glance at his eyes and t er astor mer ww that the Ever since Sylvia Bradley's « ngagement to Grant Mason a blue sofa at the Opposite end ol! the room flashed wit innoyance Atte who up to that time had been the most eligible unmarried “It’s funny —I didn’t know till the other day that you aid and I suppose it our DI ege to monot ze the man of Mildred’s acquaintance—she had desired to see were a friend of Mrs. Draper’s,”’ he began naively prettiest lady if you want to more of Peters. Up to this time she had met with little Mildred said to hers l suppose if you had you'd have Well, we’re dining with you ~ iid M success, because although he played golf and hunted with paid more attention to me Aloud she said in her sweet He held her gaze with |} some of the men of her usual crowd, he almost always’ voice: ‘‘ Yes, Ernestine and I have been friends since w As he walked awa Jandolr ghed 1 dor found an excuse to avoid their parties when they included were ten. There's no one I’m so fond of And it’s su he liked it ata Funr neve ew him while he v women. Mildred realized that he regarded this crowd as_ fun being here; I don’t know anyone who gets so mu jut =married, but I remember now meone t nb he w socially second-rate, even though it was powerful finar of life as she and Randolphdo. They have children and lous as the de f his wife cially, and she knew that as a member of it she could never horses and dogs and books. There nt much ¢ I don’t see the mparisor Bu ‘ inne hope to interest him as seriously as she might in the role there? toward the fire to conceal the red flu ‘ of an intimate friend of Ernestine He looked at her in surprise I'm interested to hear nto her che
She was still thinking over all the things she knew about you say that somehow always thought of you as leading he approach of a butler and a n wit " Hadley Peters when Yvonne knocked at the door and told a glittering life.”’ iviar turned the ynversatior her it was one o’clock less a quarter. ‘*‘Of course one takes what one can get She was sitting even as she engaged pleasant bant with Ihe ’
**Did anyone telephone?” on a low stool, her slender hand read out before t dred was pigeon} ng in her mind the informatior p
‘*‘No one but Mrs. Braite, ma- dame. She said \ thev we she was expecting tothecand} you for the week- ‘ white end and would ‘ ! ‘ send the motor ‘ ‘
Friday at four.’’ ‘ ‘
“Well, call her P up and say I’m t
very sorry but that I’m spending the week-end wit! Mrs. Randolph
Draper.” ss
A shadow of a smile appeared or ; the maid’s face ‘Yes, madame
‘Even Yvonne ‘ knows the differ- ‘ \f ence!”’ Mildred ‘ P ‘ reflected as she ; prepared to step » ot into a warm bath. P ‘ She scooped a P handful of fra Pet
grant rose-colored crystals froma huge glass jar,then
splashed them into the water. ‘But I'd like to know how I could afford these or even Yvonne, for that matter —if it wasn’t for Dora Braite and her
' crew
os
Nevertheless, - | e had in minda When She Watked Initio Hadley Peters’ Drawing:Room, He Said, ‘‘I've Never Seen You Look So Beautiful Page 62
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June Wl, 1927
ANID Willy PGOPILE
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entitled to? Wor outcome be tator?”’
But power and monopoly
T IS curious how scant is the interest thus far taken by the public at
n efforts either to promote or prevent the are never quite the sim] | ad of branch banking questions we so enjoy ma
country. For in the ing them out to be
f this device its true enough
on o lies see a great future lurk in the extension er of monopoly’s tentacles being fastened branch idea. But everyone admits the exis of very great evils in the present sys unit banks, although here and
nd a mere handful of these branch ti ; control nearly 90 per cent of all the By Llilbert W, LJltwooe found examples of extraordinary ing resources. With us, only California and efficiency of management, banks cities have thus far succumbed to DECORATIONS BY WYNCIE KING discount with the Federal Reserve , but its foes declare an inherent borrow from their correspondents or blan f the practice to be its constant and progressive centralization, the outcome of which, in there is usually a predominant party or personality in they fear will be like that in Great Britain. any such program. When two city banks combine, there management than upon any other ublic wish to encourage a great feudalistic may for a time seem to be two bosses. ‘But there are branches are just as good and no better who operate them. If the heads of branct
‘ial system, controlling the fortunes of industries and _not,”’ as one banker observes; ‘‘and when small banks are wise and strong enoug!
a free people.
Gy
fore a panic. Suecess in any banking system depends
r vast ureas, say those hostile to branches, or does taken in we do not even have the maintain the present distinctively American hallucination that there are.” il home rule and self-government in matters ‘‘Why should the dominating per- f / scientiously, sonality of a huge branch bank be perform a great ser their institutions
of their own weig!
ister their power et}
twenty years from now, it is asserted, the less subject to the common ks will become more powerful than the Federal human failing of making mis-
tself. This system was adopted in part takes?’’ ask those who combat $ “He is sub- } Success in Service
+
prevent banking monopoly, and was devised to the branch idea. rather than to centralize banking resources. ject to the same errors in ral Reserve may succumb, say the more ex- judgment as other bankers. He is, N CALIFORNIA, where so many of the branch idea, to what are in if anything, more liable to hear the . small community banks h: e privately owned reserve systems, the call of ambition, of competition, of been bought out | speculation. Accumulation by pur- chase does not increase in any mysterious manner mental capacity. There is no great has been to leave the circle of wisdom.” ger. In at least one instance a num! it European countries have central govern- Franklin W. Fort, who is one of the congressmen from managers are directors in the which have functioned for many years with- New Jersey, is himself president of a bank, and president participate in the discussion and adopti lowed up or swamped by the great privately or director of numerous corporations. Yet a few days _ policies. In this way the best practices ystems. It is true also that most of the big before the close of the last session of Congress he said: are applied, as far as possible, to the whol this country have joined the Federal “The further extension of credit control which must fol- There are branch-system heads who it with large resources. But in any low the extension of branch banking in our large cities will degree of centralization, as in Canada. It nch idea fear lest too much power inevitably result in some man, or group of men, unfitted way. Others do not dare venture beyon centralization would be too unpopul
head offices in San Fra Los Angeles, the The Temptation of Great Power local president ir
erase parent
ra ( nds of a few men. What is to pre- for its exercise, securing and misusing enormous power. I fear
from do not want to see the great banks of America faced with others, though recognizing the theoretical accept
i
ng, as they do, everywhere, that which the great life-insurance companies were faced centralization, are sacrificing it with in 1906. Banking is suffi- that the American people have always
ciently powerful today. In the power more than other nationalities. One head offic
ng state governments, as the railroads d unregenerate days?
nt men that are in ating in the guise search for greater power some a vice president who goes around from bran¢ men are endangering the whole helping to build up decentralized credit
ing control of the ai
x
ow are thou-
structure.” as far as possible the number of re} Five or six men dominate the sent to the head office.
branch banks of California, and It is difficult for an outsider to see hoy
their opponents ask what will succeed in the long run unless they
happen with continuedexpansion. communities. Certainly this cannot be accomp!
“It is never safe to concentrate less the branch managers know their communiti
in as close touch as the presidents of the independent
yranches
so examined
he safe ty of power in too few hands,” they
““Should a handful of men _ banks. This, afterall, isa question of per
argue t t right man for the job
Sa) nat act ‘community is to pick th
Even the heads of branch systems sometimes express
their doubt whether the right sort of men car
be found
when the present type of branch manager, for the part a former independent banker, retires and it becomes
ry to If the head offices
most
more necess:
promote juniors
cannot find the men, these fears will prove well founded; branch banking will then fall of its own weight gut the problem does not differ from any other large business; all
f them are forced to find personnel Young juniors trained first in the branches, then in the head office, and nally sent back to the branches, ought to make good
managers
The middle-aged business man always views with alarm
+ , * } + . . ld” ‘ he unhappy day when the fifty-five-year-old id of a
concern doe and one of
with which he s business steps out, old But year-old will be considerably more ma-
the thirty-five-year juniors steps up. he forgets that the thir ture by then, and
that a whole new generation of custom- ers will have grown up
But, return
no tc ing t
» the main thread of our narrative, it is
a fallacy to suppose that a man must live in a town twenty or thirty
years to understand it or operate successfully
hereir
A local organization is a question of personality, not
of the number of years a man has vegetated in one place An Arizona banker, wholly unfamiliar with California
conditions, was placed in charge in what we shall call It is doubtful if he ver been there for more than Yet within eighteen months he was president of the Greater Bonica Beach Club and a leader in the community.
The writer has visited nu- merous communities in different parts of the country
zens included tl
of a branct Bonica Beach nad €
a few hours before.
where the group of leading citi- 1e manager of the state or regional power
and light company, the local railroad representatives and en managers of chain stores. If such men have the per- nality, as they often have, they quickly become active
club and other civic
is a lot of bunk in the idea that a man must
hamber of commerce, service There yrever in a place to be a useful citizen.
Ready to Fill the Breach
T IS commonly assumed in the arguments against branch banking that the local unit banker has grown up with the community and has practically always been identified with it. But branch banking has thrived most in cities like New York most of the peo} le, ine
TI ere
and Detroit and a state like California, where luding the bankers, are new anyway. are said to be places in California where the branch man- agers are older residents than the
Mans
t banks change
officers of the unit bank
of the smaller uni
hands so often that it is imy
sible for their opera
tors to have grown
up with the piace We need not be- ome panicky lest all
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
the ndependent commu banks of the country be run out of business in the near fut even tnoug! tne okesn refer to the I able flict It said th the way NI the branch | and the init’ bar ux exist
de t aie Ss to emulate ne lamb and the wolf, with the lan
But chain store nave not elin independent merchants In the way, even in California, there are many hundreds o banks. Indeed, when a | ‘ { nstitution bu ou local unit, one or two new unit ire olter tarted to take its place
At least one of the branch banks in California, eithe through its head office or its larger branches, acts as cor respondent for independents in the very locality where it
has branches of its own
Fifteen small independent Danks in the
mmediate
ounts in
cinity of the agricultural city of Fresno carry ac
a Los Angeles institution which has branches in Fresno it
self. Paper is rediscounted
real estate loans are
as before the branches existed Il have been told repeate
by the higher officials of bot
California and Easterr t
branch ba Ss, that the prob
lems of organization involved in
taking over ft fty or a hundred
units are simply colossal Ever
after as long a period as five years
these problems still require the most
intense ap] licatior More than that
tne large Dar atte a i ind ever
scornfully among themselves as to how branches should be operated
It takes ability of the highest order and unceasing eff« to attain in practice the economies w h in theory should go with branch banking. Mere legal authority to oper branches does not keep them in profitable existence. To make an innovation of this sort work well requires bold able men.
Then, too, though many ol! the t yusands of smal I dependent unit banks are badly run, there are always a few so efficiently managed that competition with them is extremely difficult
Edward L. Howe, one-time president of the New Jerse Bankers Association, and a member of the special currer
commission of the American Bankers Association whicl conferred with Congress in the preparation of the Federal Reserve Act, tells of a conversation he id with the late
ae. G& most . iS la save that he | ove “uve stock of the
other ventures
“Too mar
a power con tion besides
of one, and « n our bar
Competition Too Great for Monopoly
a jues
mous size
Inste
prices and |: so complete nterest,
A few
nor
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arge ly
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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
June 11,1927
FOR THek BEST
Her Eyes Fiashed. ‘“‘My Father and I,’’ She Said, ‘“Despise You Utterly’’
By Clarence Budingtom Kelllamd _ tian
1AM Ezg2ezsz “T alway
JS TRATED BY weit
tees were linotype operator, and you are elevated get the idea. May I ask what
and appurtenances of foreman of the and what it would have done
composing room He . : ‘What fur?” asked Jake
rtainment comm , With an evil 1lOOK arply, printer's ‘To help administer the second pill,’ said Don printed —for an entertainment, expression. ‘Who to?”’ ‘We are equipped te vice, “when I ever ‘Sugar Hollow It’s convalescing with one edition a entertainment committees iny beat of him.’ week. On the first of the month we a j
ed out yestiddy?”’ yearning world wit}
ssuage the ache of a She tossed a sheet of p
two editions Tuesday and Friday red, and have then ““Ye’ll go bust,”’ said Jake; “jest when we was doin’
j irsday morning so nice too.” T Don's ‘You're ar =
dly, ‘‘it ff half “I hain’t,”’
losophical TI nd of hotel. We got
there's one to the g ‘There’s a makes the fi Don, ‘* betweer n you go ar newlangied
“Git Out!’’ Said the Sheriff ‘We're Busy"’
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she said, “‘despise even sufficiently an ! ta If " ! ' who sells his honesty and his independence tor the yunt him t prir A 1 be "y ‘ , “there was a girl wl imped ata g . \ the D plair he said } y t ‘ nds of money out of that court ise gang there Hleg r never a word of crit m of them in your paper alled an auton e and drove to the ‘Is the courthouse bad é 4 ‘ A ‘ ura ‘ t ¢ I nurt amazement natu lor him t irop into the pr ile “You know they are unspeakable. You know they a x. Big-Foot Mosher slouched outside the bringing in liquor from Canada, and my father told you nating a guardian angel, but he ntent iboutdrugs. They are utterly dishonest and unscru} 1 wling balefu it Don, wl mile n
Another ‘utterly,’”’ said Dor “Do you mear all of them?”’
“3 very one
“Say what you will about me,” he said virtuously, “‘I ever went to a dance on Tuesday night with one of
them
she demanded
‘I thought--1 only;
thought I saw a young lady going to tl | witr
Prosecutor Ellswortl “You are impertinent, e said. ‘“‘ Mr. Ellsworth is
t like Sheriff Fox and
yere NDable together ] e never been babies together with anybod y idon't Ippose we ould vO ilew ears and do 10 ou He ghea 8) to bea child again at mother’s knee! I came here on a busi- f errand snesaid not be made fun ol! t or goes to prove, e said, ‘“‘that the loftiest tentions sometimes lead into the most maligr ounding suc! ne ntinued Ss the I ol ( May t ne ak it anda e never knew what an el t ne made to ilt na dignified and to
ng out at nim ist T iy pe ou wont be So mart Ale« when the new iper get started!” Upon which, and _ before he could frame a rejoinder,
ne turned and was gone
rough the open door. Don executed a noyis! g mace he peered ifte ner Now he said to himself ‘ t it gentie repartee was It based on private matior Dor ed to do his thir an ae ng while he talked It has een Sald that his conver ‘Tl Kin Run My Own Business,’’ Said Mr. Malloy. ‘‘True,’’ Said Don But What~— T?
Burning Question What is Your Business?’
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 11,1927
6 O88.) © & + Bi dercrcreeleledeines B:
ON Pa2s& TO RH
““Chartey, You're Sick!’ She Cried
pair of “it pearls. “‘Oh, you darling!’ she squealed
Dropping the box, she seized him by his mop of tousled hair and dragged down his head to hers. ‘‘ You darling! You perfec
Yes, but just 3 wait till you get downstairs,’”” mum- bled Charley wnstairs? She could not dream what he _ incredibly meant. “Just you wait!’’ he repeated. ten thousand dollars or It was a car he had bought for her—a small, snappy sertha now remembered \ he d for her Peet what
when went down. Tears welled into Berth: money
port roa r. The car was waiting at t ] 1 speak for a while There was a swellings pari in her throat, and both the new roadster and Ch: for a moment blurred. Only a man of ve done athing like that. Onl done it so boyishly and naiv +}
and ere was no temperamental!
lism to obs “e that o r moment
= ” ° Q, Oo z 2 ee] > wy ~ & Q m& ~ bn & Y ~ x ™
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 11,1927
SAT U. DAY who sent Mr. Mellon his Liberty Bonds could feel that may do all the housework in most economical fa m. Th 7 fel : he had followed the dictates of conscience just as loyally another she may be too ill to move, with hired help provi:
7 is his richer colleagues who had made contributions rur expensive and wasteful The more t} plan is studied, the greater its po tie 1 ind I es about x ‘ ‘ ppear to be In the f St place t would l ite tlor mer \ rY ent « I l for mere talk. It would be a definite step forward toward payment of ext: to men ¥ 1 t the goal of the cancellationists. But that is not a It the differential being met by the industry as a wl nearty adoption and execution would exert a tremendous is not to penalize the employer wit many tather r moral effect establishment It would free some of our bankers from the nharge tnat TI may seem a rather advanced suggestior But t the or cance itior I yrrder that tne ma\ ive me m me whe need a K I etitive n her field for the flotation of profitable private loreigr ilue will pla some part in hixing wage ind Il me ans It would afford conclusive proof of the unselfis} . ety as yet cannot meet all need erhaps it neve - om i lealism of the policy they have been preaching But wages and incomes are rising The workmar ! ¥ OUNDED AS D: 72 8 Che nearty odperation of ‘oll f fa uities In this move mu nterested n t idy ng a lecent ib tenc fan ment would restore ome lost dignity and prest ve to t! idget if he an make more thar PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY : ; y adem world Deservedly or undeservedly ollege inother group where incomes are mu irger
THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY professors as a ¢lass have been brought under a cloud If a budget teaches the right us ne’s incom
the injudicious dabbling in fore
INDEPENDENCE SQUARE
mall but emotional minority in their ranks. Here is the 1 Se PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA, U.S.A y
GEORGE HORACE LORIMER, EDITOR own initiative begin the cancellation of war debts by turn- for millions in this country ther ees te
g out the contents of their safety-deposit boxe tne . ted pe I east \ i A f i - ce ompel the respect ol a tne ountrymen, even thoug! r r est satisfied with n n t g 1B Chile, Colombia they may fail to get them to follow their example It uur boast, our hope y i ( sla, Haiti, Isle of ‘ ; 5, Paraguay Fortunately Liberty Bonds are almost as easy to buy a
N onposses
tomers as Many bonds as they care to turn i Nothing this time because of wid
can check the headway of this great popu movemer C,overnme to ex t | I t t really has the widespread support which the cancellatior mir ty stockholders of the Ford Mot Com sts claim for their policy as the small boy gapes at tl irgest « PHILADELPHIA, JUNE l11, 1927 = [he crowning merit of this plan is that it instantly re W 1” in a circu » the Ame 4 marve t
duces the whole vexed and intricate question of war-debt naire It i lite € 1
: . settlement to the curt but clean-cut formula Put up or Comparative ew expr yn tm
A Cancellation Plan : ;
snut up very bond would be a ote and every vote ire heard: the mmon feeling m ‘ ’ on ,
wouk measured will in terms of Liberty
What could be simpler? What could be fairer? reasonable ertainty that |
Bonds time m: ya gue n enormou yy B - s
The Budget Craze
NE of the more favored and moderr naoor s} t It iter 1 tnat not I tne itl ma
erection of family budget sy a sort of patent mulatior f lesse
t operation a lot ol
imphant
r 1 resul
ly, usually described as being of the working 3 ea have v st irds ‘ y posed to live upon. This budget then goes through a Nowhere are the inequalitis y mar I
mysterious process of sanctifi
( n the minds of its creators becomes somehow established hick
Vi ore tirness, these gentlemen should be al- Any family getting less than the budget estimate the Is there a recognized point where inequalit eases t
to their ideas in such a manner that victim of capitalistic oppression; any family getting more defensible and becomes gross or n evou tw d rece fu edit for their sacrifice and be presumably, is considered as not being in good form so long ago that many people doubted whether a m that the ourted notoriety by These family budgets serve the valuable purpose of dollar yuld be made honestly. Too many pe Is a eX e of the fellow xpayers giving work to deserving young masters of art r doctors the possibility of making that mucl r the gu than at the wn proper cost of philosophy in sociology and economics. But Professor as popular as was once the case ihe tact must not be lost sight of that cancellation by Bowley, in a recent investigation of the income four In the main. fortunes th intr seem t nment LCL on{ ition of American bonds for thousand families in five English industrial towr found been wor men who gave more than the nefit of pe k init the debtors pay, the that of the total number studied only five per cent were the the billionaire piles are the outgrowt f su isefu nu e taxed to pa ind the creditors are Amer o-called standard or typical nam¢ 1 fam tie 1 itable benefit nd tu ind taxpayt in which there is an employed husband with wife and motor car rt prope we ng to M Mellon’s attention is tl at three children dependent Ipon him, and with no other Hundred of great fortune et it be known that the Treasury Department will ac- members wealth their maker reated, ar berty Bonds from all who care to turn them in, and How can there be a ard or t al fan ommon wealt} mediat er e principal account of standard, typical budget for such a family? There are Students like Sir Josiah Stan ind Doct Da
ate ve ieHto ition the sender may indicate If we families in which all the members work—husband, wife } work on the inequality of income
and children. There are many families without any cl ire more affected by compar
to dren, or with only one or two. There are many othe r man would rather have a large eo mall cake
y é which elderly parents or other relatives either drain all the small slice of a large cake, even t ig} e latte d shut out no one. earnings of husband and wife or add immeasura to receives a greater cubic conte i ealt r e fairly named, could’ them. There are hundreds of varieties, combinations and But as Sir Josiah says, any sense of inju alue of hundreds of permutations, each of which has its separate financial tion based upon this attitude mind Lv oor mé l I ‘ USES W h have committed problem ure of actual econon welfare. In other w is, are W t t nee t 7 uld river “ve t} y le , ]l lavont fy nhere gaint tter ‘7 th hich tannAara f no - +} » ins itio would be given ven with an identical layout of numbers ga lily en better olf with hig standard ) t é ug oyed and numbers dependent, two families may have be great fortunes to en\ than wit ause Ol er
+t y y f - + ; rea? ’ difierent financial needs i ela Ly “ gene
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CAPTIOUS COLUMBUSIES
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 11,1927
SHORT TURNS ANID EINCOR
icNab and mis Neighbors
oft = |
iv) A.)
6 | eee 1 ij ¢ apres ats me : saeniitibteentia a MecN« lll Trade a Much Bigger Bone “Ye Will? Weel, Take it, an’ Bring ‘Come With Meand I'll Show You “Bull McGraw There Has it—He Just he One You Have There"’ On the Big One!’"’ Where it Is! Took it Away From Me!"*
H Telling
Line
AH Barber-Shop Ballad
j * 4 ie? a h,
WAR AY Ay F ‘
Oeste h GARDE~
ome, Come, Jimmy! Don't Waste All Day and Disrupt “And What's More, We'll Stay Here Until We Find the Entire Office Looking for a Dollar Jackknife’’ That Ball if it Takes Ail Day’’
If it Goes Much Farther her smooth rout
knees second to none in the lives of m » Ar YENTLEMEN of the iry, aside [rom the legal as gentiemen, shut uur eyes ar a +t tion for th nomen \] J a s of tne case, turn vour attentio ( e moment Continued on Page If
If This Neck:«Lengthening Fad of the After a Trip to the Attic. His Wife ‘You’re Always Talking About the Fashion Artists Continues Good Old Days, So I Thought I'd Show ’'Em to Y«
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Vary the soups you serve!
ls i
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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 11,1927
L OQSz lg CS USl SW By Mary Roberts Rinehart
TLCLUSTRATEDO BY w. H. D. K OE RNER
And it Was Then That She Said Something That Roused His Pity forthe First Time. **‘Do You Think She Should See Me—Like This?’"’
XXXVIT
Continued on Page 36
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S Wilk OT
ARS O
A little more than 50 Cape Cod was the entire
years ago this bu: Swift plant. It supplied It provided only
market for the live-stock raisers in its imme
Iding or
187
only the needs of local consumers
diate vicinity
OOD
S
In one man’s lifetime
ORE THAN 50 years ago G. F Swift bought a calf, dressed it himself, and sold the meat from a covered wagon
in Barnstable, Mass.
From this humble beginning has developed the great organization owned by more than 47,000 shareholders—Swift & Company.
This growth has been the natural result
perform the even more difficult task of reach- ing every available market with the meat and by-products. thinly over
It is only by spreading surpluses
this whole country and abroad that prices are maintained on a plane. Distribution the an organization which sets
perishables.
fairly test handle
even
iS supreme of
out to
of a well defined need for large-scale handling Swift & Company has been handling of the meat supply. perishables for fifty years and has This need calls for meat dressing, C2 attained a large experience and handling, and curing facilities ade- \ Lo = developed an unrivaled organizati quate to furnish a cash market peo OLY iy for this service. It is significant
even for over-supplies of live stock. In addition it calls for the ability to
that the expense of this service to
consumers has steadily declined
Swift & Company
thar
Owned by more
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enc FRETEE fey
06) Thebes BLEVYUTELE AUT | id
rad i
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CAN THIS BE SAID OF ANY CAR BUT La SALLE?
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a 2
| | ] i - to race-drivers ane to debutantes—<to ov ners ol LOU and obo UU ¢
j 1 — to thre speed wicled — 1 by iuty-isistent. Sponsored = a quarter-century ol Lad i
perlormance., Warranted by the CX PCEPICHes ol ) 50,000 Cadilla P. I d | y ti
YU) gre V-ty po he eviiaaes engine Priced bo ver than iny car ¢
FOR A SMALL DOWN PAYMENT-— aan re G Mat | ( _ G. M.A. t
CADILLAC MOTOR CAR COMPANY
LA SALLE
aS THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 11,1927
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added leisure tor yourself |
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THE ZEPPELINS 2sS30 88
WAS in September, 1916, that I t ]
Ove London with twelve ‘ 7 action ft the arn and na t I ng net id impre ea rie ‘ ir earlier flight Chere were 1 ts and a host of batteries wit etter gu Most important of all. the a iné ‘ i es ol men and mate i nat ng their night flying, and from the strong attacks during ar ttoi ihe Kngiis planes were ¢ pped wit A pit incendiary bullets at the Ze; er! igh to cross their pat! The nada the
hey could attack at an airshi
jut the British
was almost impossible for their pilots to }
the dark. They were dependent upon sear en with their small machines tl ey could | the airship crew until on the verge
an attack. The chances of be ing first
secure a decisive hit were unedl
en could be flown in
se to tne airs! p before the Zep; ns machine guns covered it effectually, and e Zeppelin, being easily a hundred me arger in vulnerable area than a ne. ¥v
was a simple target.
Chis new aerial defense was not c
+ ] l. "
d to London. Planes were main-
ned everywhere on the British east t and also in special patrols at
Nieuport and Dunkirk to intercept the / } 1 ng the B sloiay t ‘ pit ~ Passins Hit eiPian COast
he morning. We had to be
v . rela and make every eflort Lo ‘n home before dawn. The LZ SS, was only a 1,000,000-cubic-feet ind therefore unable to fly higher ! the enemy planes, had been at- Hide and Seek in the ¢ uu ‘ {1 on her return from a raid. By e best of luck she managed to dive
f low-lying clouds ss ‘ ; ee . ‘i ; : ( ) e ne yt ( 1 thus shake off the machines. The
o a long bank of
50.000 more cul The LZ-120 During the 101 Hours’ Flight 0, ore cubic
‘ eet of gas, was able to ascend 13,000 - nti eet above her crew were delighted to find nade te ¢ ment A r ! I é t the | ild not re that ! t i , ; ' Dangerous Defense Work dk the night pursuits of the Zeppelir ‘ ( led TMHE reason why relatively few airships were t dowr ar ve usua ed d est nights. wit ttered twenty 1 | from planes during the latter phase of the war layin the — clou ! ! , that the ships were constantly developed until they | ‘ age ssed the English planes. The ppelins were g 1 . , : rought to a stage where they 1, and eve mv LZ-9 ‘Eee higher than the heavier-than-alr machines 7 n,t the Le endurance of both ines and pilots = was limited. The 1 ? ould remalr ei t a yn lor ‘ ré ods, ever SO ng as erefore i ane ieit tne ground too ¢ the nances were + at te g soline supply would be exhausted — before 4 to grips with the ir rT. | t was Kept too ng onthe ground elore flying ip to the attack, tne
Zeppelin was well
O i rangebyt
il ne time they gained s
aititude to strike
It was also dan-
gerous for an Eng-
pilot to fly
the t of
The L-59, the African Ih
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June 11,1927
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That's where the breaks come in.”’ They said it laugh- ese thorough sportsmer
man, now, who rings for ice water. There are
te ery city that have no circulating ice water
nd the bell boy supplies this. A man rings and the Front
we He gets to the room and there, outside in the
4 é he tuck out on the rug. He has to fill the
rafe « tcl or whatever it is and go back to Last,
even a chance at a tip. . . Do that? Of
( f do that. And more. One day I roomed a
guesf a there was a quarter on the bureau for the room
I did
carried the bags in, took the
maid. J had to do my stuff, but I saw the quarter
things that are my job
nd from the closet and set them on it, opened the
put on the lights, opened the bathroom and saw
were towels and soap—and turned to ask the man if there was anything.else that I could do for him
is the regulation thing, understand? Well, the quarter
as in plain sight when we came in, but by then it was
gone. And the man put his hand in his pocket and handed
He was a dime in, the chambermaid was
me tT ftee n cents
ly. Chiseler!”’
out entire
When the Buck Won’t Pass
r IS a term used only of one utterly beyond the pale. Chiselers or gougers are men who not only refuse to tip but
vho manage somehow to trim someone. The bell boy is ady for them and it becomes a battle of wits as to who
One boy, rooming a guest, saw an envelope on
iccee
ie | au. He glanced at it, saw a written line in pencil: For the maid,’’ and knew by the appearance of the enve e that it contained bills. He went into the bath- oom to turn on the lights and when he returned, the
envelope had disappeared. When he had finished his work he hesitated There was an envelope for the maid here
the bureau,” he said. “‘I promised to bring it to her. Tyid ”
+9 ou see it!
’ assented the guest. “I—I thought I'd hand
to her myself ‘Well,’ said the boy with determination, “‘she’s waiting out there for me and I'd better take it That brought the elope out of the guest’s | et, and the boy went out triumphant, to give the en-
lope to the surprised maid,
f
sing to accept a penny of
THE SATURDAY EVENING POST
The code of the bell boy is strict. The guest is his legitimate business, his pals are protected.
The
who take chances usurping the place of the boy
occasional ‘‘wolves’’ among the bell boys,
next on the wheel, rushin
g ahead ina lobby to
seize upon a guest, are frowned upon not only by the management but by the boys themselves, and retaliation is sharp and severe.
the guest are equally contemptible.
The boy who “wolfs”’ and who
‘chisels,”’ Searcely less so in the eyes of the bell boy are the guests
who forget to tip. Sometimes they really do forget. ‘‘A man who is called the
$20,000 deal may run to it and forget you, but
on phone on a he will remember afterwards and you know he will make it up to you. later fellow who is always talking about seeing you later and never does. And some men get their wives to do it for them. You will start to show a lady and gent to a room, and he'll stop at the elevator and say, ‘You go up; and I've got to attend to something’; and when she is settled she will say, ‘My husband will see you later’—which he don’t. Many a guest we show to a room walks into the bathroom and shuts
He isn’t the see-you-
the door and, of course, we have to go back to the desk.
“Then another kind of fellow when he registers, ‘Here, boy, take up my bags. I'll be right up.’ I goes up and he beats it out the side door and comes back in an hour.”’
Good bell boys are made, not born. Most of them uate from the ranks of page boys your name about the lobbies and dining rooms.
says,
grad-
the real boys who call A page boy becomes a bell boy when business is heavy, and so
n most first-
breaks in. He passes a severe training, which
class hotels is followed day after day with military pre-
cision. For the morning shift, which begins in most places at seven, he reports at 6:30 in the bell boys’ room down- stairs or the back hall, gets into his uniform and has his and looks himself over. He spection. With the
ift, he will line up in
shoes shined or rubs them up, is about to face in other boys on this st single file and pass be fore his captain and the superintendent of service. Hair, skin, hands, shoes and uniform are critical] looked over. Then, in some hotels, thers is delivered a little
the particular house, con:
lecture on the rules of
what to do and what not to
‘* They Took Two Boys to Room Them and the Man Handed Out a Quarter and Said, ‘There, Split That Between You
ay,
**‘Well, We Ain't Allowed to Look What is But I Goes Off to a Corner
warm heart. Under his shrewd ey¢
bays work gladly because special cor
ditions obtain. Ambition is fostered
If a boy is a good worker and wants ar
education, night s hool or day, tl superintendent arranges his hours
Given Us,
working under hin
One elevator mar
1g ! to See” goes to Columbia Universit and sent off at two P. M. so that he car
s classes A
worked three months, yesterday made
attend hi sixteen-y
hours off to take a course at high school
Luggage Carries the Big Tip
June 11,1927
He is made to pull out from his |} pocket the small tray w hon olds and t way in his coat t the let | functior } e€ pre ¢ ndtow T whe vu ‘ At » hatale ¢ t ect tow mme ¢ ¢ y e De « we as ‘ , ‘ Oo nuate T ive to give se ewhetherthey get money or t. In these hotels they take are of the boys’ uniforms f nothing anda the boys don't ay the bell captair here is one superinter ent of service known to be boys far and near as a mighty parti lar man to work for, but one with a
FTER inspection and the morning lecture the bell boy
goes into the lobby. He is then on service and |} nr act is to welcome tne guest and wnat ne arrile with hin It used to he called *“ baggage ** but now no self-respect bell boy knows of anything but iggage he thir before he speaks ‘Luggage”’ it then, and the term covers a range of objects wide and 1 Lu I thing a guest brings with him that a bell boy may hope t carry. It is the backbone of the industry, the mainst (
ll DOY ’s earnings. {ooming the guest is the bell boy
first and most mportant duty and ming tnat the luggage is carried. This duty ordir gs the f t of the guest’s stay but } ir! eT ortant y
Continued on Page 44
Ne Ow
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Continued from Page 42 if the boy tackle,
s, cats, dogs and babies them bags, fishing . bows and arrows, snow shoes, tennis in addition to the ordinary burdens
yags, valises, suitcases, hat boxes,
golf
s and parcels.
guests traveling, English parties
carry the most luggage.
n an English party leaves home,”
confided one bell boy of seventeen years’ take everything with
I’ve roomed
Of all
“+
“they
them but the River Thames.
to six, and honest, no foolin’,
i party of four
they’d have six to eight trunks, ten to twelve suitcases, includin’ carryalls and hat boxes. And heavy—whew, you’d hink they had a library in them! And they ain’t what you'd call hearty tippers either. I had a man and woman in lately
who ‘brought eight bags and boxes, and heavy ones. They took two boys to room them and the man handed out a quarter
and said, ‘There, split that between you!’”’
But handle an Englishman right,’ 1dded another veteran, ‘“‘and you won’t ome out so bad at that. You see, they are
ised to servants, and they don’t have to over there, and they can’t accustomed to American ways If you have patience you can get
pay much ilways get
t fret
through with them and not fare bad. I take an Englishman to his room and ask him nicely if he is familiar with the city and
an I do anything for him. And likely as ing him the taxi rates, and Wail Street is, and I say that we have Subways by which he can get there quicker than a taxi and at less charge, if he
I tell him of our information and add that I know the city well ill be glad to give him any special I also warn him to ask direc-
ot I'm notin
next tell
whe re
information.
tions of a policeman—this for his own pro- tection. And J get nothing for all this then. But when he leaves for good, he will
send for me. I’ve been doing more or less for him all the time and he’ll leave me a five- dollar bill. With the English you need a
1 ” litt.e patience,
An American Summer Resort
South Americans and Cubans also bring
large quantities of luggage. They usually ome in parties and they never come in
d her. Get a Cuban or a South Ame here when he has to wear an
and he takes the first steamer out The party will often include the maids, the children, the baby and the baby’s ice box to
overcoat
keep the baby’s milk right. Like the Eng- lish, they when they leave. In New
York City there has come to be a heavy ‘-tourist trade of South Americans a who look on the city as a summer resort, and find it entertaining, cool and comfortable, while its citizens flee heat to the mountains and sea. In a number of the leading hotels in New York one-fifth of the summer guests are America or Cuba. For them are provided special bell boys, who do ordinary work in winter, but who be- interpreters to these guests in sum- are usually Cubans or South Americans who speak both Spanish
1. They welcome summer as a ison.
umme
from it:
about from South
tnere
mer. Such boys
and Engli well-paid se
“These people stay in the best suites,” Cuban, “‘and they tip more American. They give half a dollar or a dollar for any call, and they give a specia! tip when they leave. They, of course, demand a good deal of service. I’ve gone*to shops and acted as interpreter for all kinds of purchases, and
said a young
than the average
I’ve put through many a business deal, going along with the man concerned or
talking over the phone. I had one man who was a wonderful guest. He owned a huge sugar plantation and came here partly on business and partly for pleasure. When anyone called him on the phone he sent for me. I never got less than five dollars for interpreting a phone conversation, and if it was a ten. The last year I helped him a good deal and when he
bass | } business deal] I got
THE SATURDAY
left he gave me my biggest tip—one hun- dred