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THE TRI-WEEKLY JOL'RN 4.L, Atlanta, Ga.
Mademoiselle Verdun
HEROES of the World War, be they
major generals or buck privates, be
they wearers of Distinguished Serv
ice Crosses or half a dozen wound stripes,
must bow in honor before one veteran of
the conflict with a record like none other —
Mademoiselle Verdun.
She was born on the battlefield, was
Mademoiselle Verdun, born on the fiery
•lopes of Verdun at the height of a German
barrage that pounded the forts of France
like flames from hell. Only a few days
later, she hiked ten miles without a whim
per, and, through major offensive after ma
jor offensive, she held her place in the
ranks, even to the Rhine, where she stuck
her nose in that majestic flood and brayed
sonorous defiance to the frowning battle
ments of Ehrenbreitstein.
For Mademoiselle X erdun is a mule, just
such a long-eared, lean-shanked mule as one
can behold any day before the plow in Geor
gia. It was not given to Mademoiselle
Verdun to sing the famous army song of
plows and other things, for she came into
the world with the army brand upon her,
and the only harness she has ever known is
the rub of the artillery leather.
On April 16, 1918, Mademoiselle Verdun
was foaled at Verdun at 3 a. m., just a few
hours after her dam had finished hauling
ihells for Battery E of the Fifteenth Field
Artillery of the Second Division, she being
a wheel mare in that outiit of the famous
Indian Heads. Because she lived and thrived
and gave promise of the day when she, too,
would become a good artillery mule with
her elders. Mademoiselle won a place as
mascot of the division which no number of
German police dogs or stub-tailed French
pups could contest.
Today Mademoiselle Verdun is queening
it at Camp Travis, Texas, where the Seconc.
is being recruited. How she got there
through the iron-bound regulation which
permitted no animals to return with the
American Expeditionary Force, be they mas
cots or not, one does not have to ask who
knows the ingenuity of th American dough
boj- that brought home one little French
laddie inside a bass drum. Suffice it that
•he is there, the petted pride of the entire
division and a heroine of the war who
yields nothing to Sergeant York or General
Pershing.
Sprucing Ufa the Small T own
LUMBERS of small towns now being de
veloped or designed in its State, re
ports the Florida Tinies Union, are
provided with paved streets, sidewalks,
cement curbs, grassed parking, ornamental
trees, waterworks, sewerage and all manner
of conveniences and attractions which once
were considered attainable bj only the
larger and older cities. There could be no
better evidence of a state’s progressiveness
and no happier omen for its future than this
creation of comfort, healthfulness and civic
beauty as the living conditions of communi
ties of a few thousand or even a few hun
dred inhabitants. To such improvements
add good °chools—the two almost invari
ably go together—and the appeal to dis
criminating home-seekers becomes unsur
passable.
These advantages, happily enough, can
be secured by any town which ha« the taste,
foresight and energy needful to acquire
them —that is to say, by town which
really wishes them. - g-eat city the
costs of providirtc and playgrounds
■where none exists and of beautifying ugly
streets and drab districts is gigantic. But
the smaller community can make itself at
once comely and comfortable without in
any wise overstraining its taxpayers; and,
having done - so, it will attract brains and
business and prosperity which otherwise
would go to the large cities.
An Immigrant Peril
MORE stringent inspection of aliens
seeking admission to America is
urged by Commissioner Wallis of the
United States Immigration Service, who in a
recent address to the National Industrial
Council pointed out some startling dangers
In that direction. There is collusion, he al
leged, between mercenary foreign agents and
Immigrant carriers which will result, if their
schemes go unfrustrated, in dumping multi
tudes of the Old World’s undesirables upon
our shoes. Hence his urging that
“Every man had woman coining here
from abroad should be compellec. to
present a police certificate showing that
he or she has never committed a crime
or been in prison, and a medical certifi
cate of freedom from contagious or
loathsome
“Our inspection on this side must be
made stricter, and in particular we must
watch the ship crews and stowaways.
“One boat came in recently with a
‘crew of eleven hundred. Many of these
are Bolshviki and criminals. They
swarm dor n the sides of the ship and
are off into the country before any one
can stop .hem.”
Failure to protect the country against
evils so obvious and so flagrant as these is
inexcusable. If more laws are needful, let
them be provided at the outset of the next
session of Congress. It would seem, how
ever, that the primary need is more vigilance
In the enforcement of existing laws.
THE ATLANTA TRI-WEEKLY JOURNAL.
Your Winter Reading
AS every passing day sees dusk shroud
the streets a little earlier than the
day before, and arc lights gleam
through the haze while it is yet far from
supper time, the average American, realiz
ing that winter shortly will arrive in full
force, makes his annual resolve. This year,
he vows, he will make good use of that leg
endary visitor, “the long winter evening,”
and before next spring he will have read the
book or books he always meant to read.
How many bulky volumes of “Les Misdr
ables” will be drawn soon from dusty cor
ners and deposited on library tables? How
many copies of Shakespeare’s plays will
change their residence from the top shelf of
the closet to a six months’ lease of the sit
ting room? How many Harvard classics and
uncut histories will settle down for a long
stay alongside Johnny’s arithmetic and
Mary’s Caesar? How many times, before
spring cleaning sweeps all before its ava
lanche, will mother demand when on earth
father is going to finish that awful book?
Perhaps father will never finish it.
Perhaps the fire of his resolution will be
quite burnt out before the temptations of
theater, concert, newspaper or just sitting
and nodding in the lazy warmth. But at
least it is a most worthy resolve.
Winter was ever the season for books,
were it Abraham Lincoln sooting his eyes
before the pine knots, or your more modern
youth with book in hand and slippered feet
gingerly fondling the lukewarm radiator. So
why not prescribe course for one’s self
as November shivers into the month of
Christmas and the long winter evenings hover
ahead?
If the taste be for fiction, it is a wondrous
time for harking back to the old classics
one never did read and always intended to;
or it is a splendid opportunity for catching
step with the march of modern novels about
which one hears so much. If poetry be the
choice, the libraries and the bookstores offer
a sweeping range, with anthologies galore of
every verse-maker from Chaucer to Sand
burg. Again, one can travel—board a barque
for the South Seas with Frederick O’Brien,
or tramp through South America with Waldo
Frank; The lives of great men and women
offer themselves for study and inspiration
—one has his pick of any number of Margot
Asquiths, Margaret Fullers, Theodore Roose
velts and Benvenuto Cellinis, while there is
a new Lincoln biography practically every
autumn. Business? There are books with
out number, from entire courses in every
commercial subject under the sun, to
weighty tomes specializing highly in one’s
own particular line.
Nor does the winter reader have to play
the hermit, and, huddled in his own. den,
drowse away the long evenings to the exclu
sion of the rest of the world. Perhaps the
whole family would enjoy the novel or the
travelogue. Many a man and woman, dream
ing back to childhood, remembers happy
hours, when mother or father or grand
mother read aloud evening after evening
from some absorbing narrative, and one
fairly hated to spend the night out, for that
it meant missing the most exciting chapters
of all.
There is a character in one of Frank Nor
ris’ books who, at the age of sixty, began
to educate herself by reading the encyclo
pedia. For several months she was at a loss
did any one mention a subject under the
“M’s” or the “T’s,” but she could fairly
stun them with her information on the “A’s”
and the “B’s.” Eventually she went from
Aab to Izzard, and could hold her own with
rhe best of the ocllege professors. One
might do worse than follow her example.
The long winter evenings await. How will
you use them?
Ho, Valiant Trenchermen!
r T"’ O all good trenchermen it is not the
melancholy days that are upon us
with their tingling winds and frosty
mornings, but that most delectable season of
the year when appetites are eenest and
there is the most bounteous and luscious sup
ply to satisfy them. This is the time when
oysters steam within the pot, when beef is
rarest and turkey tenderest, when Georgia
yams are red gold, when ham gravy sizzles
with a snap it possesses no other month of
the year, when pies become a problem be
cause one must choose between them and
fruitcake, when the temptations of the flesh
pots assail the most dyspeptic to his down
fall, and all the products of a State famous
for its foods reach the height of their deli
ciousness.
With Georgia products dinners, with
Thanksgiving day, with Christmas near at
hand, and with meals three times a day that
lack but little of being as winning as holiday
banquets, lucky is the fellow who needs
neither pills nor tonics to whet his palate
but may seat himself at home table or lunch
counter, in glorious confidence that he will
do full justice to the repast awaiting.
There are many dishes on Georgia menus
of November and October one is feign to
praise. But there is one in particular which,
though its origin be humble, is such a nec
essary fillip to the turkey or the beef, so
ever-present at any dinner claiming merit
beyond the ordinary, that it deserves hon
orary mention. That, of course, is cranberry
sauce, the red corpuscles in the life of every
doughty spread.
It is a dear little fruit, and just as Ameri
can as the Indian himself. Native to the
swamps and fogs of Newfoundland, it ranges
even so far west as Wisconsin and to the
South into the Carolinas. For a long time
it received little recognition from the con
noisseurs of banquetry. Growing in its
mossy home, it was harvested in only a hap
hazard way until, about 1810, it was tamed
and domesticated and so improved in flavor
and size that it had little need of the “eat
more cranberry” campaigns which, for a
time, were promoted to push its popularity.
The American people today dispose of
more than fifty million quarts of cranber
ries a year, and the time is coming when
that consumption promises to be increasad.
for, from a delicacy confined In the main to
the holiday season, the cranberry is to be
made an “all-the-year-round” product,
through ways perfected to evaporate the fruit
and put it into cans. In the meantime, cans
or not, it is here for a few short months, at
least, and the good trencherman rejoices ac
cordingly.
Treasures Near Home
BECAUSE American capital will not in
terest itself on a large scale in the
development of the nation’s outly
ing possessions, particularly the Philippines,
the Chief of the Bureau of Insular Affairs,
Major General Mclntyre, reports somewhat
ruefully that “large tracts of the best agri
cultural land in the wor’.«?.” are lying neg
lected, and that “in a number of fertile prov
inces the population falls below twenty per
sons per square mile.”
The time will come, no doubt, when every
inch of these island territories will stand
America in good stead; and if a surplus of
capital can be found for bringing forth the
latent treasures of their soil, the outlay
eventually will justify itself. But when we
consider that here on the mother continent,
here in the friendly South there are mil
lions of acres as rich in productive powers
as any land beneath the fruit-bringing sun.
Is it to be wondered that Investors and
homeseekers choose the offerings near at
hand rather than those far across strange
seas?
Georgia and her neighbor States are still
frontiers of opportunity in divers lines, par
ticularly in agriculture. In this Common-
wealth alone is an undeveloped and unused
acreage that would be considered in many
regions of Europe a veritable kingdom, and
all within easy distance of railways, mar
kets, schools, churches and the heart-warm
ing glow of civilization. Happy though we
should be in the thought of the treasure
islands that await Americans of a proble
matic future, we are naturally, and wisely,
concerned just now in the development of
opportunities at home.
THE NEW THOUGHT
By H. Addington Bruce
THE so-called New Thought Movement
—concerning which there still is
much misunderstanding—may best
be described as primarily an organized effort
to spread the gospel of mental and spiritual
healing. In its development it is contem
poraneous with Christian Science, and, like
Christian Scieiice, it has a marked religious
aspect. But it is by no means identical with
Christian Science, as some people seem to
think.
Emphasizing the influence of the mind
over the body, the New Thought frankly
recognizes the actuality of diseased bodily
conditions. It accepts the physical, while
insistently proclaiming the supremacy of
the psychical.
And though in its beginnings it was pret
ty narrowly identified with a small group
of New England mental and spiritual heal
ers—localized especially in Boston —it has
rapidly expanded to include adherents of
mental healing in general. So that today
all who believe in the controlling force of
mind and soul over material disabilities may
fairly call themselves disciples of the New
Thought.
To be really ardent disciples, however,
they must deny the validity of the claim of
orthodox medical science as to the non-ap
propriateness of “organic” diseases to
treatment by mental means alone. This is
apparent from a passage in Horatio W.
Dresser’s recently published semi-official
“History >of the New Thought Movement.”
Criticizing the Emmanuel Movement in the
Protestant Episcopal Church, Mr. Dresser
notes:
“Patients were accepted only in case reg
ular physicians pronounced their cases eligi
ble for psychotherapeutic treatment. This
meant reliance on the old-time methods of
diagnosis. It limited and defined the prac
tice of suggestion, whereas the followers of
the New Thought acknowledge no such
limits.
“Hence the Emmanuel workers have
come to occupy a distinctive place and to
advocate principles which they would de
fend on a scientific basis. By contrast they
would classify the New Thought as un
scientific, while acknowledging that there
are practical ideas in New Thought books.”
Scientific or unscientific, there can be no
question as to the growth of the New
Thought Movement.
Today there is an International New
Thought Alliance, with headquarters in
Washington and branches in many lands.
Writings of American New Thought leaders
have been translated into French, Spanish,
German and other European languages.
Henry Wood’s “Ideal Suggestion” has even
been translated into the Chinese. All of
which goes to bear out the contention:
“'T’he New Thought came because man
kind brought it with their desires.”
And all of which also gives added signifi
cance to Mr. Dresser’s epitome of the ulti
mate goal of the New Thought:
“Good health should become a habit
founded in a rife of integrity. We ought
then to be able to labor and serve as if
mankind had neve by ignorance and way
wardness brought suffering upon the world.
“That is the ideal of the ’New Thought:
to abolish suffering altogether, to bring man
to his .true estate as a spirit living even now
in the spiritual world.”
(Copyright, 1920, by The Associated News
papers)
WEALTH AND WORTH
By Dr. Frank Crane
I recently 1 ad a very illuminating visit on
board the battleship Tennessee.
It was illuminating because I found it not
only a fighting machine but a school house.
All through it I saw classes of sailors
studying lessons. Instead of playing cards,
swapping yarns, engaging in fisticuffs and
horse play in their spare time, the sailors
were gathered in groups around tables
studying.
The officers were enthusiastically acting
as teachers. Instead of exercising their
vanity and privilege as martinets, they were
utilizing their superior advantages in help
ing the “gobs” get on.
I witnessed the early stages of growth of
a magnificent transforming idea. That idea
is that, instead of grinding up the lives of
the common sailors as grist in the great mill
of naval efficiency, the navy was preparing
a better efficiency by making a man’s two or
four years enlistment term a college course,
a preparatory school for life.
A young man enlisting today in the navy
for three years need not look upon that period
as so much lost out of his best days, and ex
pect to emerge a stunted thing, having
learned only the one bitter lesson of abso
lute obedience, but he may anticipate three
years of special training wherein he can
iearn that which will enable him to be an
expert in some useful occupation, and if he
wishes to remain in the service he can rea
sonably look forward to advancement.
Why not? A battleship is perhaps the
most perfect laboratory in the world. All its
machinery must be the best o. its kind and
up to date. The instructors are most ca
pable. By using his spare time to improve
his intelligence a sailor can make his years
of naval service a valuable life-asset.
And all this time he is fed. housed, and
clothed. He travels over the world. He
learns teamplay and the knack of getting
along with his fellow;, as he can learn it no
where else. He develops habits of efficiency
and accuracy, .mcl if he does not graduate
a better and more capable man the fault
is his own.
“Join the Navy” is an exhortation that
ought to reach our best grade of young
men. It stands to reason that our navy will
better represent the nation, and be a surer
defense and a prouder asset, if it is recruit
ed, not from the drugs of coast towns, but
from the best product of our high schools.
As soon as this movement is generally un
derstood there is going to be a waiting list
of naval recruits, for young men will see
that two yet,rs spent in this best of schools
will be a privilege.
(Copyright, 1920, by Frank Crane)
THE PRETTIEST THINGS
The prettiest things there are must lie
Unused, unheeded utterly.
As where the lorries drop bright oil
Weed-shaped, to turn our highways’ soil
As lovely as the ocean-bed,
Blue branching green, gold branching red.
And all the little friendly words
In secret nests of mice and birds.
And window missal-scrolls of frost
Unnumbered times achieved and lost.
And songs that fill the blackbird’s head
In March, that August finds unsaid.
And tales we dreamt at five years old
That by no later skill are told.
While towns and faces dull as clay
Are praised and copied every day.
CAMILLA DOYLE, in the New York Tribune.
CHINATOWN ON SHOW
By Frederic J. Haskin
SAN FRANCISCO, Cal., Nov. 26.—San
Francisco has the largest and most
essentially Chinese Chinatown in
America. People who knew it before the
fire declare that its charm disappeared with
that catastrophe. By this, of course, they
mean that most of its colossal filth and
wickedness is gone. But the visitor wan
dering about its queer, irregular streets,
finds it still exotic and picturesque.
One moment you are in Portsmouth
Square, before the monument of Robert
Louis Stevenson, and a moment later you
are in a narrow Canton byway, containing
numerous Chinese markets, drug stores,
restaurants and clothing shops. Chinamen
in dull native garb or second-hand Ameri
can clothes throng the sidewalk, and occa
sionally a Chinese housewife, a brilliant
Chinese basket o: her arm, trips silently
into a market.
The markets are worth investigating in
themselves. Always they are crowded with
tiers and tiers of wooden coops reaching all
the way to the low ceiling and containing
nervous rabbits, frantic hens, and despond
ent ducks and geese. Nearby the same
species are exhibited in their popular dried
form, looking very much as if they had re
ceived a coat of yellow varnish. Some of
them have been jhopped into small wither
ed pieces and strung on bits of cord like
necklaces, which is also the state to which
beef, pork and mutton are reduced.
But the principal trade of the markets,
as you can easily detect by the smell, is in
fish. There are big fish and little fish;
fresh fish and dried fish; and fish of every
hue and shape. Chinamen, it seems are de
voted to fish, and fish are sent from all
parts of the Pacific to gratify their fishy ap
petites. Here you find huge, black-bellied
sturgeon, spotted sharks, piles of flounders,
carp and curiously yellow cod.
Chinese Chow
Even the Chinese restaurants of San
Francisco are more Chinese than those en
countered elsewhere. Many of them have
a wide and permanent, 1 patronage among
San Franciscans of Anglo-Saxon stock, who
are disappointed if they miss fheir weekly
treat of a hinese table d’hote. Pathetic
is the plight of the visitor who happens to
have several such acquaintances, for each
and all of them are eager and insistent «o
share this treat with him. The fact that au
appetite for Chinese food must be created
by a strong and persistent effort of the will
seems never to have occurred to them.
Usually, the meal begins with Chop Suey,
which is a sort of complicated and compre
hensive hash, apparently containing, among
many other things, old shoe leather and
wooden shavings flavored with rusty pipe
juice. The second course, if you are lucky,
may be nothing more alarming than fried
rice, chicken and shHmps rendered as dry
and withered as possible. Then conies the
prize of the collection—Cho Go Gong a
sort of soup supposed to contain meat, eggs,
mushrooms and beancakes. If the diner is
not carried away unconscious at this junct
ure, eggs are brought in. And such eggs
only the Chinese know how to procure.
[They are the eggs of yesteryear, and yet the
year before, or maybe they are eggs passed
down like old wine from the early Ming
dynasty.
No butter is served with a Chinese din
ner, the Chinese holding butter in fierce
contempt. “You smellee all same butter,”
is one of the deadliest insults a Chinamon
can level at an Occidental, but we may all
be thankful that they do not say we smell
like eggs.
There are only two articles on the menu
of a Chinese table d’hote which are ac
ceptable to the uninitiated palate, and those
are the dessert—usually a delicious, rich
fruit served in honey—and the tea. More
than any other race the Chinese know how
to make tea. You can buy Chinese tea and
make it yourself, but unless you are re
markably expert you never quite achieve
the same flavor secured by a Chinese chef.
Not until you have dined in a China
town restaurant, do you realize the signifi
cance of the nearby drug stores, always a
few feet from a food mart or case. We feel
sure that the Chinese drug stores must do
an overwhelming business, although the
remedies they offer do not inspire great con
fidence in the Occidental. Chief among
these are roots and herbs, as well as such
popular medical staples as dried lizard and
toad, displayed occasionally in weird
juxtaposition to American soaps and chew
ing gum.
A Rubberneck Tour
A trip through Chinatown would not be
complete, of course, without an interior
view of a Chinese Joss house, or temple. To
obtain this, unless you are well acquainted
in Chinatown, you must join a sightseeing
party. Every night several huge rubber
neck wagons park along the curbs of China
town and hundreds of tourists are enter
tained through a megaphone while being
shown as little bona fide scenery as possi
ble. In fact, one gets the impression that
tlfe Chinatown one sees on such an occasion
is entirely a creation of the local associa
tion of sightseeing companies, with the
help of a few Chinese stockholders. Never
theless, It is amusing.
The Joss house to which the sightseeing
party, of which the reporter was a member,
was led the other night was located in a
narrow alley. In darkness and fog it was
just possible to glimpse a dimly lighted bal
cony beneath a pagoda roof, and to see that
the temple faced, as is the custom with all
well-behaved joss houses, toward the east.
Then suddenly a dark figure appeared on
the balcony, and a voice bjgan shouting in
angry Chinese. There was a moment of
breathless suspense in the crowd, which had
been waiting patiently for a thrill. Then,
“Oh, bring the gang on up,” said the same
voice in smooth and contemptuous English.
The temple, which was filled to overflow
ing with Chinese embroidered tapestries,
wood carvings, gods and incense, was
housed in a small room on the top floor. A
Chinaman, who was in charge of a souvenir
counter in the hallway, led the party in,
after which he ran and beat on a brass
gong in order to drive away the evil spirits
brought in with the visitors.
Upon a central altar at the back of the
temple a doz.n or more Chinese gods were
seated in a row, in company with one or
two black haired goddesses. Most of the
gods had long, flowing black mustachios,
one suspended from either side of the chin,
while one of f hem, said to be the Docto
God, had three eyes, one in the center of
his forehead. Along the ledge, in front of
each god—the god of ■war, the god c health,
the god of business, the god of luck, and
others —was a small Chinese cup of tea, in
the process of evaporation. The tea is
placed there in case the gods should be
come thirsty, and when it is entirely evapor
ated, the priests of the temple know that
the godly thirst has been appeased. Be
fore the altar, a huge lamp, burning pea
nut oil, shed a dull radiance on the gayly
dressed, small wax figures. This lamp, it
was explained, is kept perpetually burning.
If it should suddenly go out, it would mean
that the gods were enraged, and not a
Chinaman could be persuaded tc go into the
temple.
An Oriental Switchboard
One of the most interesting features of
the San Francisco Chinatown is its tele
phone, exchange, located in a building with
a brightly decorated pagoda rcof and bal
conies and an interior elaborately frescoed
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1920.
Around the World
Tri-Weekly News Flashes From All Over
the Earth.
Mexicans Pardoned
Sixteen followers of the Mexican lead
i er, Francisco Villa, who were sentenced
to the New Mexico penitentiary for life
for participation in the raid on Colum
bus, N. M., have been pardoned by Gov.
j Larrazolo. All save one had pleaded
guilty to second degree murder, the
other getting a commuted sentence for
first degree murder.
The governor stated he believed the
men were ignorant and not criminally re
sponsible and emphatically denied the
report that the pardons were “to fur
ther friendly relations with Mexico.”
King’s Souvenirs
King Albert of the Belgians, when he sail
ed from Rio for home October 16, after a
month’s visit to Brazil, took with him a large
collection of objects and antiquities illustra
tive of Indian life in Matto Grosso and other
Brazilian states. The collection was made by
General Rondon, the famous Brazilian ex
plorer, who accompanied Colonel Roosevelt on
his expedition to the “River of Doubt.”
Besides tools and utensils used by various
tribes of Braz, ian Indians now and in the
past, King Albert, who had shown much in
terest in and knowledge of the subject, also
took with him an album of 200 photographs
and several of the published works of the
Rondon commission.
That commission has for some years been
exploring the interior of the country and con
structing government telegraph lines. Films
showing the zork of the commission are now
being exhibited in Rio de Janeiro and are
awakening great public interest.
Pershing’s Raise
General John J. Persing as long as he
remains in active service as head of the
American army, will receive pay amount
ing to $21,000 a year, it was discolsed in
Washington recently.
Under the law creating the rank of
general of the army for the commander
in-chief of the American expeditionary
forces the president was authorized to fix
his allowances. The president has ruled
that General Pershing’s yearly income is
to be increasad from $13,500, which is
the pay of the grade, by allowances for
quarters, heat and light for eleven rooms,
to a total reaching $21,0 00 per annum.
France’s Dead
France’s 1,000,000 war dead are soon to
be transferred to permanent, military ceme
teries or reinterred in private burying
grounds, at the option of relatives.
It may be many months before the work is
even well under way, but the start is to be
made soon, under authority of laws passed at
the last session of Parliament and now made
effective by decrees.
A separate monument of a design not yet
adopted will be put at the head of each grave
and the care of the military grounds will de
volve upon the government in perpetuity.
Sanitation and lack of transportation has
delayed the assembling of the bodies, but it
has been decided that by careful planning the
work may now be done without danger to
health.
lu Japan
Representatives of all the political
parties have formed an international
peace association with the object of en
deavoring to arrive at a better under
standing with the United States. The in
tention of the meeting as expressed was
the enlisting of religions and cult
ural leaders who will visit the United
States, and also issue publications tend
ing toward a betterment of relations be
tween the two countries.
Use More Gasoline
All gasoline output records were broken
during September, the Bureau of Mines an
nounced last week. Refineries produced a
daily average of 15,0,00,000 gallons, making
the total for the first nine months of 19 20
3,500,000,000 against 2,000,000,000 gallons
in 1919.
Consumption and exports confined high, so
that while storage tanks on September 3 0
held 298,000,000 gallons this was less than
that on hand August 30. Exports for the
period amounted to 465,439,992.
Long Flight
The aerial force of the Pacific fleet will
leave San Diego, CaL, three days after Christ
mas for a flight to the Panama canal zone and
return, covering approximately 6,500 miles,
the navy department announced tonight.
Meteor Explodes
A large meteor, which exploded when it fell
in the business section of Rowesville, five
miles south of Kingwood, W. Va., threw the
people of the vicinity into a panic. The force
of the blast was heard for miles.
An automobile, standing near the railroad
station, was damaged and the occupants were
dazed, but escaped injury.
Spanish Suffrage
The Society of the Spanish Women’s Cru
sade has decided to begin an intensive cam
paign throughout SpaK in favor of the
equalization of laws for men and women
which, according to their declarations, at the
present time are totally unjust to women.
Branches of the organization will be formed
in every large center of the country and fre
quent meetings will be held.
with Chinese designs. The switchboard,
which is carved and set in a shrine, is op
erated by Chinese girls in richly colored
silken coats and trousers, who speak equal
ly well in both English and Chinese.
Chinatown had its beginning in San
Francisco in 1869, according to Californian
authorities, vhen Chinese coolies were en
couraged to come to this country to work
on the construction of the Central Pacific
railroad. It was the same coolie class that
laid the foundation of all other Chinatowns
in America. Later came the merchants and
leisure classes, but never in such great
numbers.
“The old Chinatown,” explained a San
Franciscan, “contained over 25,000 inhabi
tants, whereas the present one contains
about 20,000. Many of those who fled the
fire located elsewhere and never came back.
The section used to be composed of dilapi
dated tenements and rookeries from two to
five stories high, divided by iiarrow alleys
that were swarming day and night with the
occupants of the first-floor stores and base
ments. ’Nearly every house had its cellar
and subcellar, usually given over to the use
of opium, gambling and other iniquities.
The joss houses were more numerous then,
and Chinese music, which is so excruciat
ing to Occidental ears, constantly issued
from them.
“The theaters, too, were more numerous.
All the actors were men, women being for
bidden in the Chinese theatrical profession;
the cenery was primitive—often nothing at
all; the play was without plot, so far as as
Occidental could see, and ’t often took days
and even weeks before the final curtain
descended on the last act.
“The new Chinatown is a reproduction of
the old, but it is much cleaner, much
healithier, and less wicked. It is also much
grander, for there are now several Chinese
millionaires, and many palatial business
houses filled with the richest products of
the Orient.” I
I DOROTHY DIX TALKS
BY DOROTHY DIX
An Unfair Bargain
Copyright, 1920, by the Wheeler Syndi
cate, Inc.
IN the course of a year I get hundreds of
letters from girls who wail out that
during the past two or three, vears they
have let some particular /outh monopolize
their time, and camp on their parlor chairs,
until he has driven all other beaux away,
and now he has loved and ridden away, and
they are left lamenting.
My first impulse is to say to these desert
ed damsels, “And it serves you jolly well
right, too,” for any girl who has little
enough sens? to burn all her matrimonial
bridges behind her before she knows
whether she is reall headed for the Altar,
or the Spinsters’ Retreat, deserves to have
to wear the willow.
Os all the hard bargains that men drive
with women, none is so cruel and unfair as
that which prevailn in certain circles, and
which is called “keeping company.”
By it a young man cuts out some particu
lar girl from the general herd, and puts his
brand on her. This gives him an option on
her time, and attention, and affections,
which he can take up, or not, as he chooses.
She may not go out with another man, or
have other men call upon her. At a party
she may not even dance with .mother man
without the kind permission of her
“steady.”
By flaunting his possessorship, he keeps
all other men away, and blocks the girl’s
chances for anyone else, but he does not
commit himself to anything definite, and
there is nothing to prevent him from quit
ting whenever he chooses.
Certainly any girl who would enter into
that sort of an arrangement with a man
ought not to be let loose in the world with
out a guardian, for she takes all the risk
and he takes none. The love game be
tween men and women is one ir which the
man has the advantage, anyway, but sure
ly a woman should protect herself as far
as she can by refusing to play with marked
cards.
That men are fickle; that their fancies
roam from flower to flower; that the hard
er it is to get a woman the more they de
sire her, and that nothing takes the edge
off their interest so quickly as does the
sense of proprietorship, are axioms that it.
is not necessary to repeat here. Every girl
baby cuts her te<th on these bromidic
truths, and how any daughtei of Eve can
be reckless enough not to apply them to her
own case, passes all human comprehension.
Nothing interests a man quite so much
as to keep him guessing, and any woman
shows a strange lack of perspicacity who
ever lets one find out what she really thinks
of him until she has got on her wedding
ring. Also, competition is the life of senti
mental trade as well as commercial, and the
more beaux a girl has, and the harder it is
to make a date with her, the more anxious
everj r man is to do it.
Men distrust their own judgment of a
woman, and like to have their opinion back
ed up by that of their fellows. They like
to be seen out with a popular girl, and con
sider it a triumph when they can take her
away from other men who desire her. There
fore, a woman seldom has just pne admirer,
or one proposal of marriage. She either has
many or none.
As regards the attentions of men. girls
illustrate the Biblical precept concerning
the luck of the lucky. For unto her who
hath beaux, shall be given beaux even more
abundantly, and from her who hath but
one beau, shall be taken away even the
poor fish that she hath. A sad phe
nomenon, that you must have often ob
served when some poor Mabel’s steady left
her in the lurch, when he joined the ranks
of the incense burners around the feet of
the new girl who had come to town.
Bearing these facts in mind, the prudent
maiden gives the cold turndown to any
young man who has the nerve to propose
to her to let him isolate her from the so
ciety of other men, and discount her chances
of marrying somebody else, while he takes
a couple of years to try to decide whether
he likes her well enough to condescend to
marr. her in the end.
“Understand, my dear,” he says in effect,
“I don’t bind myself to anything at all by
this arrangement. Don’t get it into your
pretty little head that there is some, sort of
a gentleman’s agreement that I will make
good some time, for there’s not anything of
the kind. I may get tired of you. I may
see somebody I like better, in which case,
of course, I’m perfectly free to follow my
new fancy, for we’re not even engaged.
See?”
And if the girl doesn’t see, she’s blinder
than any bat. If she can see, her youth and
freshness gone while she waited. She can
see herself cut down to one man, who takes
her out or not, as he happens to feel. She
can see herself tyrannized over, and brought
to book, as much as a jealous husband could
do, by a man who doesn’t have to pa*y her
bills. And if she looks hard enough, and
far enough into the future, she can general
ly see herself left forlorn, when her steady
proves unsteady and goes off to greener
fields and newer pastures.
Don’t jfiay any such confidence games,
girls, with any man. Don’t narrow your
chances down to one bet. Never let any
man monopolize your society until he Is
ready to name the wedding day.
When he asks you to keep c< mpany with
him, tell him that he will be welcome among
the crowd, and you will file his application
on your waiting list. Don’t throw yourself
away on a man whose attentions are with
out intention. Men take women at their
own valuation, and the higher the price, the
more they value them. It’s the girl who
holds herself so cheaply that she throws
herself on the bargain counter for a
man to take or leave, who in the end gen
erally gets left.
QUIPS AND QUIDDITIES
A pretty little young lady of seven had
memorized several of the stories in her fairy
book, and was fond of pretending to read
them.
One night she was seated upon the lap of
a visitor, affecting to read one of her fa
vorite tales about some wooden dolls.
She was proceeding with great enthusiasm
for several moments, when the guest In
terrupted her by saying:
“But, my dear child, I don’t see anything
about dolls on that page.”
“I kF.™ it,” she said, promptly and sheefr
ishly. “I was reading on the wrong page." -
Then, turning over s'wgral pages, she
concluded:
“It’s over here!”
Joshua Drake was looking round the only
empty house in Great Britain —well, the
only one you or I have heard _bout.
“Just a little bit old, isn’t it?” he respect
fully remarked to the real estate agent.
“Oh, no!” replied the agent, lifting his
eyebrows in tremendous amazement at that
thought. “This house is comparatively mod
ern.”
“But the stairs creak terribly,” ventured
the prospective tenant.
“Oh.” explained the agent, “that is the
latest modern improvement in houses. That
is a patent burglar alarm staircase. No bur
glar can get up tc the bedroom floor with
out waking you up.”