The United States' [Unprecedented Growth and
Her Economic Position
By CHARLES D. WALCOTT, Smithsonian Institution.
THE UNITED STATES' unprecedented growth and her present
commanding economic [position have been made possible by abun
dance of natural
have been predicated on this abundance. Minerals, forest*, fur and
name animals, agricultural soils, range lands, fish, and water resources
wore all seemingly inexhaustible in supply, and all have been appropriated
ami exploited recklessly and wastefully. The cream has been skimmed,
and, all too often, the milk has been thrown away.
The whole philosophy of exploitation has been baaed on the theory
of making maximum profits for the exploiter, rather than the ideal of
jyreatest service and lasting benefit to the people of the world as a whole.
The resources seemed unlimited, and it was assumed that future require
ments would adjust themselves automatically and that posterity would
take care of itself.
Now the point has been reached where it is evident that the resources
have a limit. Expansion cannot continue indefinitely, nor can even the
present scale of consumption be maintained as population increases, unless
steps are taken to replenish the supply. The pressure of scarcity and
increasing costs of exploitation demand the elimination of wastes, the
intensive utilization of the resources that are left, and the discovery or
creation of new supplies.
"If the Government of Mexico Is Now on Trial
Before the World"
By PLUTARCO ELIAS CALLES, President of Mexico.
If the government of Mexico, as affirmed, is now on trial before the
world, such is tfcc case with the government of the United States as well
am all-theeEof other countries; but if it is to be understood that Mexico
is on trial in the guise of a defendant, my government absolutely rejects
with energy such imputation which, ip essence, would only mean an insult.
To conclude, I declare that my government, conscious of the obliga
tions imposed by international law, is determined to comply with them,
and, therefore, to extend due protection to the lives and interests of for
eigners ; that it only accepts and hopes to receive the help and support
of all the other countries based on a sincere, and loyal co-operation and
according to the invariable practice of international friendship.
But in no way it shall admit that a government of any nation may
pretend to create a privileged situation for its nationals in the Country,
nor shall it either accept any foreign interference contrary to the rights of
sovereignty of Mexico.
Europe Is Desperately Anxious for Our Moral
Support on Any Terms
By W. B. McKINLEY, Senator From Illinois.
Europe has given up all hope of persuading the United States to
•enter the League of Nations. Talk of a limitation of arms conference is
futile until France has been satisfied by some sort of a security pact. The
European are so anxious to have this country enter the World
court that they are willing to have us enter on our own terms.
1 have been visiting Europe for seven yeare and this trip convinces
me that Europe has given up all hope of our entering the league. Europe
recognizes we are the most powerful and the most prosperous country in
the world and it is desperately anxious to have our moral support.
Europeans no longer expect a political tienp with this country, but thfy
do want a working understanding in a united effort to keep the world
at peace. «.
Two years ago Lord Robert Cecil said to me, "We want the United
States on any terms. If your nation objects to the selection of the present
oourt, the machinery is a matter of words, as far as my government and
others are concerned. The United States should be a member."
* 4.
Supreme Court's Decisions Mean That Sherman
Act Is Still Effective.
By JOHN C. SARGENT. U. S. Attorney General.
The decisions of the Supreme court in the Maple Flooring and Cement
association cases make it plain that the mere collection and dissemination
by a trade association of statistics relating to prices on past transactions,
production, stocks in hand and sales, is not illegal. The court decided
these cases against the government on the ground that the records did
not disclose evidence of an agreement between the members to make use
of the statistics in fixing prices, curtailing production or otherwise re
straining trade. The court did not overrule, but expressly distinguished
the former decisions in the hanlwood lumber and linaeed oil cases, so that
the Sherman law remains effective as to associations which may uae a
statistical sen ice as a mere means of facilitating the fixing of prices, etc.,
by agreement. The Department of Justice will continue to be alert to
detect and prosecute associations whose operations go beyond the mere
dissemination knowledge, now sanctioned by the Supreme court, ajid
actually result in combinations, conspiracies and agreements in restraint
of trade in violation of the law.
1
Professional Baseball Can faise to Height of
a Religious Experience
By HEY WOOD BROUN, In Harper's Magaaine.
The bleeding right tackle making a last stand on the goal line is to
me a lesser figure than Walter Johnson staving off the attack of the
Giants in the final «fame of the world'a series. For, aa I look at it, the
- bleeding tackle ia fighting merely for the honor and glory of h*a college.
My mind will not accept him as a satisfactory symbol of any larger issue
But when Johnson pitched 1 felt that the whole samurai tradition was
at stake. ...
And ao Johnson became a demigod, and I am always sad when the
gods die. I saw Johnson sit ken under torture aa the Giants scourged him.
1 watched him driven to the dugout in defeat *
And then I saw him come back from his cavern revivified with all his
old magic. This demigod was alive again and before me was played out
a solar myth. So it has been with Baddha and Osiris. There is resiliency
in the soul of mfn and he may lie down to bleed awhile and return re
freshed. College football is just' s game; professional bsseball can rise
to tlte height of a religious experience. >
It never was the real Johnson but only the fictional one which cap
tured my imagination. He was the prince of pitchers and the strikeout
king. From Montana be came to the big leagues to throw a baseball
faster than it had ever been thrown before. And as a boy I read of hsv
the hands of his catcher were braissd and maimed bj the ardeal ef a*,
ortring this mighty delivery.
CHAPTER XlV—Continued
—l9
"Perhaps," eagerly, "you'll dine at
my little apartment some time. Just
four or si* of us, or even—"
"Perhaps."
"Would you like the Drake to
night?"
"It looks too much like a Roman
bath. The pillars scare me. Let's go
to the Blackstone."
They went to the Blackstone. The
head waiter knew him. "Good eve
ning, Mr. DeJong." Dirk was secretly
gratified. Then, with a shock, he
realized that the head waiter was
grinning at Dallas and Dullas was
grinning at the head waiter. "Hello,
Andre," said Dallas.
"Good evening. Miss O'Mara." The
text of his greeting was correct and
befitting the head waiter at the Black
stone. But his voice was lyric and his
eyes glowed. His manner of seating
her at a 'tuble was an Enthronement.
At the look in Dirk's eyes, "I met
him In the urmy," Dallas explained,
"when I was In France. He's a grand
lad."
"Were you in—what did you do in
France?"
"Oh, odd Jobs."
Her dinner gown was very smart,
tmt the pink ribbon strap of un under
garment showed untidily at one side —
her siik brassiere, probably. Paula
would have—but then, a thing like that
was impossible in Paula's perfection
of toilette. He loved the way the
gown cut sharply away at the shoul
der to show her Arm white arms. It
was dull gold, the color of her hair.
This was one Dallas. There were a
doxen— a hundred. Yet she was al
ways the same. You never knew
whether you were going to meet the
gamin of the rumpled smock and the
smudged face or the beauty of the lit
tle fur Jacket. Sometimes Dirk thought
she looked'like the splendid goddesses
you saw In paintings—the kind wijlh
high, pointed breasts and gracious,
gentle pose—holding out a horn of
plenty. There was about her something
genuine and earthy and elemental.
He noticed that her nails were short
iind not well cared for—not glittering
and pointed and cruelly sharp and
horridly vermilion, like Paula's. That
pleased him, too. somehow.
"Some oysters?" he suggested. "They
are perfectly safe here. Or fruit cock
tall? Then breast of guinea hen un
der glass and an artichoke —"
She looked a Uttle worried. "If you
—suppose you take that. Me, I'd like
a steak and some potatoes au gratln
and a salad with Russian —"
"That's fine!" » He was delighted.
He doubled that order and they con
sumed It with devastating thorough
ness. She ate rolls. She ate butter. She
made no remarks about the food ex
cept to say, once, that It was good and
that she had forgotten to eat lunch be
cause she had been so busy working.
All this Dirk found most restful and
refreshing.
Usually, when you dined in a res
taurant with a woman she said, "Oh,
I'd love to eat some of those crisp
little rolls r
Tou said, "Why not?"
Invariably the answer to this was,
"I da rent! Goodness! A half pound
at least. I haven't eaten a roll with
butter In a year."
Again you said. "Why not?"
"Afraid ril Ret fat."
Automatically, "You! Nonsense.
You're Just right."
He was bored with these women who
talked about their weight, figure, lines.
He thought It In bad taste. J*aula
was always rigidly refraining? frow
this »>r that. It made him uncomfort
able to sit at the table facing her; eat
ing his thorough meal while she nib
bled fragile curia of Melba toast, a
lettuce leaf, and half a sugarless
grapefruit. It lessened hla enjoyment
of his own oysters, steak, coffee. Be
thought that she always e.ved his food
a little avidly, for all her expressed
Indifference to It. She was looking
a little haggard, too.
"The theater's next door," be said.
"Juat a atep. We don't have to leave
here until after eight." \
"That's nice." She had her cigarette
wljb her coffee In a mellow, sensuous
atmosphere of enjoy nun t. He was
talking about himself a good deal. He
felt relaxed, at ease, happy.
"You know I'm an architect—at
least. I was one. Perhaps that's why
I like to hang around your shop so. I
get sort of homeatrk for the pencil*
and the drawing board —tbe whole
thing."
"Why did you give It up, then?"
"Nothing In It."
"How do you mean—nothing In ltr
■ "No money. After tbe war nobody
was building. Ob, 1 suppose If I'd
hung on—"
"And then yon became a banker
li'mt Well, there ought to be m«ne>
enough In a bank."
lie was a little nettled. "1 wasn't s
banker —at first. I was a bond sales
man."
Her brows met In a little frown
-I'd rather," Dallas said, slowly, -plan
one back dose of a building that's
going to help Make this town beauti
ful and significant than sell all tbe
bonds that ersr Boated a—whatever li
la tbat bonds art SMggnsail to •sat."
THE ALAMANCE GLEANER, GRAHAM, N. C.
SO BIS- —1
= By EDNA FERBER =====================
((, DoabMtr, ru> * C».)
WNU Berrtc*.
He defended himself. "I felt th«t
way, too. But you gee, my mother had
given me my education, really. She
worked for It. I couldn't go dubbing
along, earning Just enough to keep me.
I wanted to give her things. I want
ed —"
"Did she want those things? Did
she want you to give up architecture
and go Into bonds?"
"Well —she —I don't know that she
exactly—" He was too decent —still
too much the son of Sellna
to be able to lie about that.
"You said you were going to let me
meet her." .
"Would you let me bring her in? Or
perhaps you'd even—would you drive
out to the farm with me some day.
She'd like that so much."
"So would I."
He leaned toward her, suddenly.
"Listen, Dallas. What do you think
of me, anyway?" He wanted to know.
He couldn't stand not knowing any
longer. r
"I think you're a nice young man."
That was terrible. "But I don't
want you to think I'm a nice young
man. 1 want you to Uke me—a lot.
Tell me, what -haven't I got that you
think I ought to have? Why do you
put rne off so many times? I never
feel that I'm really near you. What
is it I lack?" He was abject.
"Well, if you're asking for it. I do
demand of the people I see often that
they possess at least a splash of Splen
dor in their makeup. Some people
are nine-tenths splendor and one-tenth
tawdriness, like Gene Meran. And some
are nine-tenths tawdriness and one
tenth bplendor, like Sam Huebch. But
some people are all just a nice even
pink without a single patch of royal
purple."
"And that's me. h'm?"
He was horribly disappointed, hurt,
wretched. But a little angry, too. His
pride. Why, he was Dirk DeJong, the
most successful of Chicago's younger
men; the most promising; the most
popular. After all, what did she do
but paint commercial pictures for fif
teen hundred dollars apiece?
"What happens to the men who fall
In love with you? What do they do?"
Dallas stirred her coffee thought-,
fully. "They usually tell me about
It."
"A,nd then what?"
"Then they seem to feel better and
we become great friends."
"But don't you ever fall in love with
them?" I'retty d —d sure of herself.
"Don't you ever fall in love with
them ?"
"I almost always do," said Dallas.
He plunged. "I could give you a
lot of things you haven't got, purple
or no purple."
"I'm going to France In April.
Purls."
"What d'you mean! Paris. What
for?"
"Study. I want to do portraits.
Olla."
He was terrified. "Can't you do them
here?"
"Oh, no. Not what I need. I have
been studying here. I've been taking
life-work three nighta a week at the
Art Institute. Just to keep my hand
in" *-
"So that's where yon are, evenings?"
He was strangely relieved. "Let me go
with you some time, will you?" Any
thing. Anything.
She took him with her one evening,
steering him successfully paat the stern
Irishman who guarded the entrance to
the basement classrooms; to her
locker, got Into her smock, grabbed
her brushes, went directly to her place,
fell to work at once. Dirk blinked In
the strong light. He glanced at the
dais toward which they were all gaz
ing from time to time as they worked.
On It lay a nude woman.
To himself Dirk said. In a sort of
panic: "Why, say. she haan't got any
clothes on! Sly gosh! this Is fierce.
She hasn't got anything on!" He tried,
meanwhile, to look eaay. careless,
critical. Strangely enough, he succeed
ed. after the first shock, not only In
looking at eaae, but feeling ao. The
claas was doing the whole figure In
oils.
The model was a moron with a akin
like velvet and rose petals. She fell
Into poses that flowed like cream. Her
hair waa waved In wooden undula
tions and her note waa pure vulgar
ity and her earrings were drugstore
pearls In triple strands but ber back
was probably finer than Helen's and
her breasts twin snowdrifts peaked
with coral. In tweifty minutes Dirk
found himself Impersonally interested
In tone, shadows, colors, line. He
listened to the low-voiced Instructor
and squinted carefully to sscertsin
whether that shadow oa the model's
Htumach really ahould be painted blue
or brown.
K\en IKrk could aee that Dallas'
canvas was almost Insultingly superior
to thst of the men snd somen about
her. Benestb tbe flesh on ber csnvas
There were muscles, snd beneath those
nusrles blood and bone. Too felt sbe
iad a surgeon's knowledge of anatomy.
U was after eleven when tbey
emerged from tbe Art institute door
way sad stood a moment together at
the tap of flw broad steps surveying
th« world that Isy before them. Dal
las said nothing. Suddenly the heaai}
of the night rushed up ana over
whelmed Dirk. OorgeovsneM and
tawdrinesa; color and gloom. At the
right the white tower of the Wrigley
building rose wraithlike against a
background of purple sky.
Straight ahead the hnt of the Adams
street L station in midair was Vene
tian bridge, with the black canal of
asphalt flowing sluggishly beneath.
The reflection of cafeteria and cigar
shop windows on either side were
slender shafts of light along the canal.
An enchanting sight.
"Nice," said Dallas. A long breath.
She was a part ofrall this.
"Tea." He felt an outsider. "Want
a sandwich? Are you hungry?"
"I'm starved."
They had sandwiches and coffee at
an all-night one-arm lunch room be
cause Dallas said her face was too
dirty for a restaurant and she didn't
want to bother to wash It. She was
more than ordinarily companionable
that night; a little tired; less buoy
ant and Independent than usual. This
gave her a little air of helplessness—of
fatigue—that aroused all his tender
ness. Her smile gave him a warm rush
of pure happiness—until he saw her
They Had Sandwiches and Coffee at
an All-Night One-Arm Lunchroom.
smile In exactly the same way at the
pimply young man who lorded It over
the shining nickel coffee container, as
she told him that hla coffee was
grand.
Chapter XV
The* things that had mattered ao
vitally didn't seem to be Important,
somehow, now. The people who had
seemed ao desirable had become sud
denly insignificant. The games he had
appeared silly games. He was
seeing things through Dallas O'Marm's
wlae, beauty-loving eyes. Strangely
enough, he did not realize that this
girl saw life from much the same angle
as tliat at which his mother regarded
it. In the last few years his mother
had often offended him by her attitude
toward these rich and powerful friends
of hla—their ways, tbelr games, their
amusements, their manners. And her
way of living in turn offended him.
On hla rare visita to the farm It seemed
,to him there waa alwaya some drab
dejected female in the kitchen or liv
ing room or on the porqji—a woman
with broken teeth and comic ahoes and
tragic eyes—drinking gr«at draughts of
coffee and telling her woes to
Salrey Gampish ladiea smelling un
pleaaantly of peppermint and perspira
tion and poverty. "And he aint had
a lick of work alnce November—"
"You don't aay! That's terrible!"
He wished she wouldn't
Sometimes old Aug Hem pel drove
out there and Dirk would come upon
the two snickering wickedly together
Wont something that be knew con
cerned the North Shore crowd.
It had been years since Seilna had
said, sociably, "What did they have for
dinner. Dirk? H'm?"
"Well —soup—"
"Nothing before the soup?"
"Oh, yeh. some kind of a—one of
those canape things, you know.
Caviare."
"My! Caviare r
Sometimes Selina giggled like a
nsoghty girl at things tbat Dirk Itad
taken quite seriously. The fox bunts,
for example. Lake Forest hsd tsken
to fox hunting, and tbe Tippecanoe
crowd kept kennels. Dirk hsd learned
to ride —pretty well. An Englishman—
a certain Captain Stokea-Beatty—had
Initiated the North Sliore into the mys
teries of for hunting. Huntln'. The
North Shore learned to say nec'a'ry
and conservst'ry. Captain Stokes-'
Bestty was a tall, bow-legged, and
somewhat horse-faced young man. re
mote In manaer. The alee Faraham
girl aeemed fated to marry him. Paula
had had a boat breakfast at Storm
wood and It had been very successful,
though the Americaa men had balked a
little at the deviled kidneys. The food
had been patterned aa far aa possible
after the pale flabby viands served at
English hunt breakfasts and raised
in an atmosphere of lukewarm steam.
The women were slim and perfectly
tailored but wore tlielr hunting clothea
a trifle uneasily and self-consciously
like girls in tlielr first low-cut party
dresses. Most of the men had turned
stubborn on the subject of pink coata.
but Captain Stokes-Beatty wore hla
handsomely. The To*—a worried and
somewhat dejected-looking animal—
had been shipped In a crate from the
South and on being released had a way
of sitting sociably in an Illinois corn
field Instead ot leaping fleetly to cover.
At (he finish you had a feeling of
guilt, as though you had killed a cock
roach.
Dirk had told Selina about it, feeling
rather magnificent. A fox hunt.
"A fox hunt! What for?"
"For! Why, what's any fox hunt
for?"
"I can't Imagine. They used to be
for the purpose of ridding a fox-in
fested country of a nuisance. Have
the foxes been bothering 'em out in
Lake Forest?"
"Now, mother, don't be funny." He
told her about the breakfast.
"Well, but it's so silly. Dirk. It's
smart to copy from another country
the things that that country does bet
ter than we do. England does gar
dens and woodflres and doga and
tweeds and walking shoes and pipes
and leisure better than we do. But
those luke warm steamy breakfasts of
theirs! It's because they haven't gas,
most of them. No Kansas or Ne
braska farmer's wife would stand for
one of tlielr kitchens—not for a minute.
And the hired man would balk at such
bacon." She giggled.
"Oh, well, if you're going to talk
like that."
But Dallas O'Mara felt much the
same about these things. Dallas, it ap
peared. had been something of a fad
the North Shore society crowd
after she had painted Mrs. Robinson
GUman's portrait. She had been in
vited to dinners and luncheons and
dances, but their doings, she told Dirk,
had bored her.
"They're nice," she said, "but they
don't have much fun. They're all try
ing to be they're not. And
that's such hard work. The women
were always explaining that they lived
in Chicago because their husband's
business was here?- They all do things
pretty well—dance or paint or ride or
write or sing—bnt not well enough.
They're professional amateurs, trying
to express something they don't feel;
or that they don't feel strongly enough
to make it worth while expressing."
She admitted, though, that they did
appreciate the things that other people
did well. Visiting and acknowledged
writers, painters, lecturers, heroes,
they entertained lavishly and hospit
ably In tlielr Florentine or English or
Spanish or French palaces on the North
side of Chlcsgo, 111. Especially for
eign Rotables of this description.
Since 1918 these had descended
upon Chicago (and all America) like
a plague of locusts, starting usually
In New York and sweeping westward,
devouring the pleasant verdure of
greenbacks and chirping as they came.
Returning to Europe, bursting with
profits and spleen, they thriftily fcrote
of what they had seen and the result
was more clever than amiable; bear
ing. too, the taint of bad taste.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The Telephone
Elisabeth was three years old and.
what Is mqre, Elisabeth, llks most
small girls, wss very fond of games
of "make believe." Her latest delight
In the realm dt fancy wss "playing
telephones," a game of which ah* never
grew tired.
% Hff grandmother wss well aware at
Elisabeth's fancy and one night, when
the little girl was proving obstinate
about going to have her bath, the old
lady thought she would try a little
strategy.
Grandmother (holding one end of the
toy telephone)— Hello I Is that Elisa
beth?
Elisabeth (very delighted)— Tea,
grandma 1
Grandmother —W ell, come along,
Elisabeth, it's time for your bath.
Elisabeth (dropping receiver)—
Wrong number I
Green Grocer
"Have you any nice freah eggs to
day?" asked the breexy customer.
"Madam," answered the man who
had Just started In the grocery busi
ness. "permit me to remind yon that
nice eggs are neceasarlly fresh and
fresh eggs always nice. Moreover. If
I have any I have them today. My
poaaesslon of egga yesterday or tomor
row does not affect the situation,
therefore—"
"Humph!" snorted the woman as aha
started for the door, "egga are not the
only fresh things la this store, mda
my trading elsewhere."—Boston Tran
script.
Battlm Alrmady Half Won
There Is not much difficulty la con
fining the mind to contemplate what
we have a great dartre to know.
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