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4 Tut iKi WcEKLV JOdRANI ATLANTA, GA., 5 NORTH FORSYTH ST. Entered at the Atlanta Postoffice as Mai) Matter of the Second Class. Daily, Sunday, Tri-Weekly SUBSCRIPTION PRICE TRI-WEEKLY Twelve months $1.50 Eight months . SI.OO Six months 75c Four months 50c Subscription Prices Daily and Sunday (By Mail —Payable Strictly in Advance) l W-.l Vo. 3Moi. tt Mos. Hr. Daily and Sunday 20c Wc $2.50 $5.00 $9.50 Dally 16c 70c 2.00 4.00 7.50 Sun .ay 7c 30c .90 1.75 8.25 The Tri-Weekly Journal is published on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday and is mailed by routes for early delivery. It contains news from all over the world, brought by special leased wires into our office. It has a staff of distinguished con tributors, with strong departments of spe cial value to the home and the farm. Agents wanted v at every postoffice. Lib eral commission allowed. Outfit free. Write R. R. BRADLEY, Circulation Man ager. The only traveling representatives we have are B. F. Bolton, C. C. Coyle, Charles H. Woodliff, J. M. Patten, Dan Hall. Jr., W. L. Walton, M. H. Bevil and John Mac- Jennings. We will be responsible for money paid to the above named traveling representatives. NOTICE TO SUBSCRIBERS The label med for addressing your paper allow* the time /•ur-aubacriptfou expires. By renewing at least two weeks before the date on this label, you insure regular aervice. In ordering paper changed, be sure to mention your old aa well as your new address. If on a route, please give the route number. We cannot enter subscriptions to begin with back num bers. Remittances should be sent by postal order or registered mail. Address all orders and notice* for this Department to 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.”