r r,rpc;r>AY. APRIL 18, 1929. <| You and Me |[ 4? . • •! *» “Common sense is the most v uncommon kind of sense.” ' (• - - * ■» ii Bv HAROLD BELL WRIGHT |F %f n* *m* Keeping Up With Life • V 'ion you turn a sudden corner and vourself a goin’ the other way plumb certain that one of you headin’ the wrong direction.”— bin' Bill. rI ;S, I know . . . But you are 1 not so different from the rest of i. Most of us are bothered more or because the world is so much old er today than it was yesterday. No matter how hard we try to keep up w e seem to be always behind. We irt , always wishing Life would wait a iiiimire. If Life would only stand j. we might catch up with it. p u t Life doesn’t stand still; it never !ias , n d never will. And from start to rtnish Life always leads. Ride our selves as hard as we may—lay on the wliip of necessity, ply the spurs of am t[on_Life runs always more than a “ n t with good seed. * * * 1, The ground in which the seed \\ 'I is planted must be right. * * • And we must not overlook cultivation. Culture and culti- ~ vation are very nearly twins. 1• • • f Is there anything sadder to ' | I see than the men and women ■ > I who might have been? \\ • * * People whose minds are J’ ! filled with selfish, cruel, ob- <> I scene, vicious thoughts, and ' | t whose indecent tastes would 1 | shame any red, yellow, black or !! brown savage, are not cultured. " ijn • * * f The,, may speak seven lan- | ! guages, or write books about <> t nothing at all, in passable Eng- o ! lish, or be at liome in the social .. ? capitals of the world, but if ” i their minds, morals and tastes <> f are those of degenerates they " | are not cultured. 11 * * * • * > Verily, it is better to think ” i in one language than to be • ? thoughtless in several. | * * * « ? There is an ambition for you. | j To be the author of an ad- f | vancea civilization! j • • kite. Touching some things the world is wiser. For instance, we are beginning to ifnderstand that training for the race with Life actually does begin with the severai-times-great-grandparents of the entrant. Wlien our understanding of this truth reaches the point where we can remember our forefathers without for getting our grandchildren we will have arrived somewhere in, what our doctors of esthetics call cuiiure. What our doctors of medicine mean when they speak of culture is some times something else —and sometimes Hot so different. You know the old saying: “People who are content to rest their claims to recognition upon their ancestors are like potatoes: the best part of them i* underground.” Oh, yes, certainly, 1 agree that it is good to know the name of the «h*p that ; brought our great-great-great "ucs over. I am merely trying to say if we do not keep a sharp lookout for "jjpu-ci our descendants will be wonder fug what we came over in, where we vaiue from, and why. So fur as I am informed Life moves in one direction only: straight ahead. There seems to be no reverse gear, no brakes and no way of stopping. Ev erything must move forward oa the read which Life travels, or drop out — homau things not excepted. • Those silly folk who persist in wear -1,1 - their bead-lights where their tail buhts ought to be, always make trou bT for themselves and others. No. you simply cannot make better Li: o by wearing your tail-light in nt a!i d your head-lights behind. ! ut there are some things about ■ It the world knows no more today 1 it did when it lived in a cave, s "'l in skins and ate its meat raw. ' s - and between you and me, these ' ol which the world can never •w more than It has always known be only things which are worth **'•»tiering about. We are moved today by the s*tite passions which moved us at the begin ning of Life. We are subjected to the same temptations which tried us in the Garden of Eden. We follow the same instincts and work to the same end as when we were wriggling around in the mud trying to make a living in early Paleozoic times. Phys ically, mentally, spiritually the real needs of the world are the same this year as* they were Airly or fifty million years ago. Somewhere to live, something to eat, a mate, something to think about, something to do, God to worship— these tilings we have always had; these things we must always have. But the houses we live in, the manner of our cooking, our ideas of mating, the things we think about and do, the forms of our worship—these all have changed from age to age. A prehistoric cave, a mud hut, a cliff dwelling, a castle, a palace, a farmhouse, a city apartment, hotels; these all have been evolved by man’s unchanging need of somewhere to live. Hunger is hunger—the same today as in the beginning—the same in ev ery land, every language, every social plane. The time was when we mated to es tablish homes. I will leave It for you to say what the prevailing ideas of mating are these days and where they are likely to lead us. A long, long time ago—before Hunt was governor ofAArizonaa —a tangled haired, low-browed, bewhiskered per son sat in a cave and with a sharp bit of flint scratched something on the bone of a prehistoric animal. The something which our ancient friend scratched on the flat bone was meant to tell how he chased and killed the critter that supplied the bone, and how he felt about it. It didn’t amount to much from the viewpoint of the art editor. But just the same it was the beginning of Art. The succeeding ages have brought paints, brushes, canvas, paper, printer’s ink, printing presses, and all such things to replace the sharp flint and the flat bone. But the need of expression which is the genesis of Art is still the same The real artist of today still sits in his cave and tries to put down what he has seen and felt. Through unnumbered ages the forms of worship have changed with the changing conceptions of Deity, but man’s need to worship has remained the same. The outward and visible trappings of religion have changed as Life has gone forward and man has followed Life but God is still the God of our beginning. Very well, we will talk about Chris tianity, if you wish—some other time. Just now we are thinlang about keeping up with Life. I am trying to say that we can live successfully only by following Life —by which I mean conforming in thought and habit to the changes which Life, as it goes for ward, demands; and that we shall most miserably perish if we fail to recognize, through all our changes, those elements of our being which are unchangeable. Exactly. That Is the idea. The changes which Life demands are like the colors assumed by a chameleon. When Mr. Chameleon migrates, or ad vances in education, or strides for ward in science, or climbs up the social ladder, or betters his position, or becomes the head of the firm, Mr. Chameleon simply changes his make up. He does not change himself. No chameleon ever became an alligator by changing his color from brown to green. Through all his color changes Mr. Chameleon remains the same old chameleon. And don’t you see; if he did not change his make-up he would not be a chameleon. That poor chameleon who found himself on a Scotch plaid and died do ing his best, was simply trying to keep up with Life. He was not unfortunate because he was a chameleon —his misfortune was due to whatever circumstance it was that landed him on the Scotch plaid. He blew up because he was trying to live as no mere chameleon should live. Perhaps if he had moved to a quieter neighborhood—or found friends in a different set —or been content with a million or two less he might have lived to enjoy old «£) 1938. by the Bell Syndicate. Inc.) Bom Was Reading While cleaning out an old desk in the office the secretary of a locaT busi ness man ran across several Nick Carter books. Puzzled as to where they came from, she asked the boss. He gave a startledriook as she uttered the question, and hflbtlly dismissed-ft with a gruff. *1 don’t know, throw ’em away.” She complied swith his order and nothing more was said. That night the secretary left the of fice and had almost reached home when she discovered that her purse was missing. Hurriedly she retraced her steps back to the office and to her surprise found the door unlocked. She entered quietly and looked around. There, with his feet cocked up on a desk and puffing away at a cigar, was theLboss, eagerly devouring one of the booib she hod been ordered to throw away.—Springfield Union. Environment and Character Environment is not the last word in human life; it does not spell our fate. Character is wrought to finest quality in spite of untoward condi tions. and often is majestic in its scorn of circu ms lance. Were it other wise. the galaxy of genius would not shine so brightly in the firmament oi life. The best environment on record. •he Garden of Eden, was not (so the theologians toil us) eminently fruit rwi. Glasgow it era Id. THE CHATHAM RECORD, PITTSBQRO, N. C. BYRD PARTY ' —® — : STARTS ON PAGE ONE radio towers and a great pole flying 1 the flag of our nation. A main exec- ( utive office in which a laboratory, a ! high-powered radio station and the ] medical department are located, oc- ' cupies the largest of the group of nine buildings comprising “Little America.” A bunk house, a machine ; shop and a generator house; a sec- ; ond bunk houe, three airplane sec tions for safe housing of aircraft, 1 and a magnetism observatory, make iup the balance of the Byrd main ' base camp. Russell Owen, in telling 1 of the base camp just before its con- ; struction on the Ross Ice Shelf, 1 writes: “It will be a snug home, 1 though somewhat confined; a home buried in the snow while the wind 1 howls in darkness and the aurora plays overhead.” The camp, “Little : America,” is typical of Commander Byrd's genius for detail and his ever lasting concern for those who assist 1 him in his perilous exploration work. ( Even the inaugural work under- 1 taken in New York bore the evidence ' of Commander Byrd’s master hand j of leadership. A review of all of ' the phases of the expedition thus far j gives every indication of infinite care and Drecision, coupled with a busi- 1 ness-like execution. 1 Expedition Outfitted for Two Years 1 It is difficult to visualize the per- 1 section of detail that characterized 1 the outfitting of this expedition. Plans were made for a lengthy voy- 1 age . . . thought was given to each ’ minute bit of the equipment and the supplies that were taken along. Three ships were manned; eghty men were 1 outfitted for two years of rigorous Antarctic weather; base camps were 1 designed, built, and packed in the holds of the supply ships. Special ' furniture was made . . . comforta ble, yet practical from every con- : ceivable angle of convenience, and. such that it would occupy the mini mum amount of space. There were tests conducted for the portable ; houses that were to shelter the expe dition when it reached the Great Ice Barrier in the Ross Sea, for these shelters had to be the least cumber some . . . the most compact . . . pro curable, yet they had to be sturdy in order to withstand the Antarctic climate for two long years. Then there were medical supplies for emer gencies that are always certain to arise during such a dangerous under taking. There were things that had to go with these men to help while away long hours of solitude . . . games, cards, a phonograph, a player piano, radio receivers and transmit ters with which to keep in touch with the outside world. But most import ant of all was the food supply which was to last these eighty men for the two perilous years of the expedition! Experts for Every Phase of Work Commander Byrd was careful to select experts to handle every phase of his two years of exploratory work in the frozen wastes of the Great Antarctic. It took months for him to assemble his crew and his staff of scientists . . . and as a result, each man, no matter what his par ticular calling, was an expert in his own field. From a long list of applicants, Commander Byrd selected Sydney Greason to assume the duties of Chief Steward. To him fell the re sponsibility of provisioning the ex pedition. It was he who had to com pute the amount of supplies that would be necessary to last for the length of this great adventure. There must be no room for doubt ... no possible error could be rectified down in the icy wastes of the Ross Sea . . . and food was the very back bone of the expedition! To provide such a large group of men with food needs for over two years, so planned as to insure the maintenance of health under extraordinary and pre carious conditions, was a task which demanded thorough commissarial knowledge, and an accurate and com plete understanding of dietetics as well. Dr. Francis Coman, ofi Johns Hopkins University, medical director of the expedition, worked with Mr. Greason in preparing the two year food supply for the Polar Party. To these two men fell the responsibility of equipping the expedition with the food necessary for the entire two year stay in the Antarctic. Weeks of Exacting Coffee Tests A particularly careful, and an al together remarkable test, was given to coffee. It is coffee that Byrd's men are to depend upon so much to ward off the chill of Antarctic temperature. Numerous brands of coffee were tested in the very earliest days of preparation, and both Dr. Coman and Mr. Greason selected Bokar as the best. The initial tests led to Hie selection of six brands of coffee for the final decison, and these brands were subjected to an even more stringent test. Five pounds of each of these brands of loose coffee were phiced in the sun on the roof of He Bilt more for four weeks during the very hottest of summer weather . . . then nut in cold storage, open, and left in a temperature of from ten to twenty degrees below zero for an other four weeks. The coffee was then ground and tested, ard H wa« found that Bokar alone had retained its flavor! A severe' test, this . . . but coffee that was to cross the equator, with its terrific heat, and yet retain its flavor when subjected to the intense cold of the Antarctic, had to meet it .. . . successfully! To quote Mr. Greason's own words. Bo kar was chosen for the expedition because thev “had to have the best!” . . . and Bokar undeniably topped all the rest. The “City of New York” was stocked with enough coffee to brew 150,000 cups . . . two and one half tons of the steaming beverage that will play so important a part in fitting these eighty intrepid men to face the rigors of Antarctic weather. Bak«d BeAn.s —\ Chief of Diet The good old army ration, baked beans, was selected as one of the mainstays of the Byrd Antarctic diet. Ten thousand pounds of Quaker Maid Beans sailed under the Byrd banner for New Zealand, and thence to the pole. And why not? Beans have unusual sustaining qualities . . . they can be kept indefinitely . . . packed easily . . . and take up comparatively little space aboard the ships. In the case of Quaker Maid Beans, it was not the nutritive standpoint alone that prompted their choice, but their appetizing taste . . . their delicious ( flavor ... as well. And baked | beans can be so easily packed and j carried on dog-sleds, for the long i trips of exploration from the base camps along the shores of the Ross Sea! Every food cache established around the base of supplies is well provisioned with this important sta ple. Never in history has an explora tion party been so perfectly equipped . . . so ideally protected to with stand any and every emergency of their hazardous expedition! And never, we might add, has such a party been manned by more harden ed, more experienced explorers! Many of the men of the Antarctic Expedi tion were with Commander Byrd on his trip to the North Pole. Well do they recall the long hours spent in hard work; the severe nights, with the arctic winds howling about their camps! Well do they know the ne cessity for the very best in equip ment and supplies . . . and they are enthusiastic in their praise of the m outfitting of the present expedition! From Tebo Yacht Basin, wthere “ she lay at anchor during the long weeks of preparation, the “City of New York” put in at Hoboken for final inspection before her triumph ant sailing from New York harbor in the heat of an Indian summer day. The “Eleanor Bolling,” the ice-breaker which carried much of the scientific equipment for the Po lar party, sailed a few weeks later, and with his first two ships safely under sail, Commander Byrd crossed the continent to California, where the old whaling vessel, “Larsen,” awaited him. The first leg of the perilous journey was actually under way! To Pierce Veil of Mysterious ' Antarctic What the Byrd Antarctic Expedi tion will actually accomplish is a matter of conjecture . . . but as suredly the results will be well worth even the arduous task of preparation . . . the hazards of the voyage it self. At this very moment, down at the bottom of the world, scientists are securing scientific data, and con ducting research which will serve, it is hoped, to definitely establish the truths of a great many theories pertaining to this vast region of the South Pole. It is believed that from this region come the winds and air currents which are decided factors in our climatic changes and weather conditions. Already, too, these ex plorers have discovered that the spot ■ where they are encamped, in “Little ■ America,” is very probably and defi nitely a land formation, since the bearings taken by Scott so many years ago are stMl accurate, and prove almost conclusively the pres ence of mountainous region in th§ vicinity. ' Perhaps there will be more land to claim for the United States; per haps, when Commander Byrd and Harold June fly aloft in the “Floyd Bennett,” over the icy stretches sur rounding their camp, they will find lands rich in minerals ... in gold, or silver, or in that precious, much needed radium. Whatever the out come . . . it’s a glorious and cour ageous adventure! <§> CUTTING BREAD THIN “Oh, look at those huge, jagged slices of bread,” almost sobbed the young matron as she surveyed her preliminary work to sandwich making for the afternoon bridge club. She had done heL best, but the bread was fresh and refused to cut thin.! She blamed the knife, but resharpening did not help. In apologizing for the “chunky” look of her sandwiches, one of her guests let her into a little secret which she now passes on to you. Even fresh bread can be cut in thin slices if one knows how. It is only necessary to heat the knife be fore starting to cut. 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