Census Takers
Study Methods
Os Area Plan
Bureau Prepares Students
To Take Charge of Sta
tistical Research.
WASHINGTON.—The census bu
reau is teaching a class of 175 men
ana women in the proper method of
asking a question and getting the
right answer. Os these 103 will be
gi\ T en jobs as area managers for the
big census of 1940.
The school was started because
"the census bureau, whose business
is gathering statistics, decided a sta
tistic is hardly a statistic at all if
it lacks precision.
In past censuses, enumerators
nave free-lanced a bit, officials said,
in classifying borderline answers.
For instance, the president of a
small manufacturing company
spends 45 per cent of his time on
administrative duties, 55 per cent cn
sales work. Is he an administrator
•or a sales official? The right an
swer - they decided, is “sales offl
•cial, because that job takes up the
major part of his time. But that
wasn t always the answer the bureau
received in prior years.
Almost every one of the 172 sched
ules of questions to be asked in the
1940 census has some of these bor
derline queries in it. The statisti
cians feared equivocal reports of
143,000 enumerators asking these
■questions of more than 120,000,000
people. Thay decided to get method
lest there be madness.
Jobs to Last Nine Months.
So for 60 days 175 persons have
been going to school in what was
once a department store warehouse.
The class looked like a meeting of
moderately prosperous proprietors
of small businesses. Their jobs, in
most cases, will last about nine
months and they will be paid about
S3OO a month.
The job of area manager is a
new one with/the 1940 census. Here
tofore directors of the 560 census
■districts have sent their reports di
rectly to Washington. Only from
someone in the census bureau or a
field representative, who might or
might not be present when he was
needed, could, they get advice on
handling the many problems that
arose. Next year all this will be
handled by the area managers.
Thus, while it was the borderline
question that suggested the job, the
person who gets it will be responsi
ble for a great deal more than just
coaching the enumerators.
The area, in most instances, will
be approximately half a state, con
taining from five to eight census
districts. The districts are divided
into the 143,000 enumeration dis
tricts, which contain an average of
about 1,500 persons.
The candidates for area managers
have been drilled, not only in census
methods, but on details from public
relations to geography.
Their instructors have been cen
sus bureau officials plus an occa
sional lecturer from outside. The 11
schedules for the business (distribu
tion) census have been explained in
detail, as well as the 148 sched
ules for manufacturers, the nine re
gionalized schedules on farms plus
the supplement on plantations, and
the single schedules on population,
housing, mines and quarries, and on
irrigation and drainage.
The students sat at semi-circular
Safety Note: Why Not Camouflage It?
When air-raid sirens blare out their warnings to take cover, Lon
doners wiU do exactly that. They will grab the new bed comforter and
scram for the bomb-proof shelter. The coverlet is shown at left as a
comforter. At right, the quilt as it is transformed into a warm, com
fortable garment.
CHARLIE TURPIN, EX-SOLDIER, NOW AN ENGLISH HERMIT
Eccentric Now Lives Peace
ful Life in England*
LONDON. —Charlie Turpin, who
was once a cowboy in Canada and
Texas, and soldier in the World war.
now is a hermit.
Eight years ago he established
himself in his present home, an
Byrd’s ‘Penguin Special’ to Get Antarctic Workout
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Diagrammed here is the $150,000 snow cruiser designed by Dr. Thomas Ponlter at Chicago’s Armour
institute for Admiral Richard E. Byrd's exploration trip to the Antarctic. It averages 10 miles an hour,
and in its 27-ton body carries enough fuel for a non-stop New Tork-San Francisco trip and back. It car
ries a plane on its back. Each wheel has a separate motor and tires are changed by raising the axle inter
nally, letting the body rest on the snow.
Wise Old Granny Fox Pounces
On Careless Little Peter Rabbit
By THORNTON BURGESS
Now listen to this little tale
That deals somewhat with folly.
And shows how sometimes one may
A little bit too jolly.
O SOONER was old Granny Fox
out of sight, running as if she
thought that every jump might be
her last, than Jimmy Skunk carne
out from the hole under a big stump
where he had been hiding. Peter
Rabbit came out of the hollow log
from which he had been peeping,
and Unc' Billy Possum dropped
down from the hemlock trees in
which he had so carefully kept out
of sight, and all three began to
dance around Prickly Porky, laugh
ing as if they were trying to split
their sides.
“Ho, ho, ho!” shouted Jimmy
Skunk. “I wonder what Reddy Fox
would have said if he could have
seen old Granny go down that hol
low!”
“Ha, ha. ha!” shouted Peter Rab
bit. “Did you see how her eyes
popped out?”
“Hee, hee, hee!” squeaked Unc’
Billy Possum in his funny, cracked
rows of desks in a barnlike class
room, equipped with a loudspeaker
system. After each lecture, the stu
dents were given written and oral
tests, in which they solved hypo
thetical puzzlers.
Although the census-takers will
have legal authority to demand ac
curate replies to all questions, per
sonal or otherwise, the group was
warned of the bureau’s impulse to
fire any enumerator who wasn’t
equal to getting the information
without recourse to that authority.
Get the answers, says the bureau,
and get the right ones, but don’t
hold your foot in the door or make
threats—be courteous, be clever, be
persuasive.
earthen cage, near the banks of the
River Story at Harlow, Essex.
It took him an hour and a half to
dig his home. He furnished it with
a bunk and a stove. For orna
ments he has scores of curios col
lected in all parts of the world.
He is known locally as Charlie
the Hermit.
Nell, his dog, helps him by catch
ing wild fowl. A small pension from
a war wound is his income.
voice. “Ah reckons she am bound
to have sore feet if she keeps on
running the way she started.”
Prickly Porky didn’t say a word.
He just smiled in a quiet sort of
way as he slowly climbed up to
the top of the hill.
Now, old Granny Fox had been
badly frightened. Who wouldn’t have
been at seeing a strange creature
without head, tail, or legs rolling
down hill straight toward them? But
Granny was too old and wise to
run very far without cause. She
was hardly out of sight of the four
little scamps who had been watch
ing her when she stopped to see if
that strange creature was follow
ing her. It didn’t take her long to
decide that it was not. Then she
did some quick thinking.
“I said beforehand that there was
some trick, bnd now I’m sure of it,”
she muttered. “I have an idea that
“Ha, ha, ha!” shouted Peter Rab
bit. “Did you see how her eyes
popped out?”
that good for nothing old Bill Pos
sum knows something about it, and
I’m just going back to find out.”
She wasted no time thinking about
it, but began to steal back the way
she had come. Now, no one is
lighter-footed than old Granny Fox,
and no one knows better how to
keep out of sight. From tree to
tree she crawled, sometimes fiat on
her stomach, until at last she
reached the foot of the hill where
she had just had such a fright.
There was nothing to be seen there,
but up at the top of the hill she
saw something that made a fierce,
angry gleam come into her yellow
eyes. Then she smiled grimly. “'The
last laugh always is the best laugh,
and this time I guess it is going to
be mine,” she said to herself: and
very slowly and carefully, so as
not to so much as rustle a leaf, she
began to crawl around so as to
come up on the back of the hill.
Now, what old Granny Fox had
seen was Peter Rabbit and Jimmy
Skunk and Unc’ Billy Possum roll
ing over and over in the dried
leaves, turning somersaults and
shouting and laughing, while Prickly
Porky sat looking on and smiling.
Granny knew well enough what was
tickling them so, and she knew, too,
that they didn’t dream but that she
was still running away in fright. At
last they were so tired with their
good time that they had to stop for a
rest.
“Oh, dear, I’m all out of
breath,” panted Peter as he threw
himself flat on the ground. “That
This 65-year-old ex-public school
boy began his travels as a sailor in
the royal navy. Then" he went to
America and became a cowboy.
Once in Alberta he was rounding
up a herd of stampeding cattle when
his mustang reared and threw him.
His kneecap was smashed. But there
were no doctors and so the knee did
not heal perfectly.
Turpin was one of the first re
cruits of the Canadian expeditionary
Husband and Wife
Should Both Speak
To Other’s Friends
By (PHYLLIS BELMONT
W HEN walking along the street with
my husband he will say to me:
“Here comes So and So" calling by
name persons whom 1 have never met
or seen. When we pass he says "Hello"
but l do not speak. He fays it is prop
er for me to speak also. Please advise
me which is proper.
A READER.
Answer—Certainly in such mat
ters husband and wuc should not
stand on ceremony. Either should
be glad to exchange greetings with
an acquaintance of the other. x >u
are wrong not to speak to his ac
quaintances when he does; and a
wife can easily retard the practical
success of her husband by creating
the impression of being aloof and
formal. Presumably the problem
can arise only in connection with
chance or business acquaintances,
for, of course, your husband would
not fail to stop and introduce you
to any personal friend of his with
whom you were not acquainted.
Pnyllis Belmont.—WNU Service.
Needlework King
Crochet and embroidery cham
pion of Utah’s state fair is Frank
Mortensen of Midvale, who, when
he isn’t knocking off a bit of fancy
needlework, is a “mucker” in an
ore smelter. Crocheting is his hobby.
was the funniest thing I ever saw.
I wonder who we—”
Peter didn’t finish. No, sir; Pe
ter didn’t finish. Instead he gave a
frightened shriek as something red
flashed out from under a low-grow
ing hemlock tree close behind him,
and two black paws pinned him
down and sharp teeth caught him by
the back erf the neck. Old Granny
Fox had caught Peter Rabbit at
last!
© T. W. Burgess.— WNU Service.
forces in 1914. He was severely
wounded, gassed and shell-shocked.
After the war he went to Austra
lia, where he worked in the mines
for two years.
Then he stowed away on a ship
and came to England—to be a her
mit.
U. S. Hotel Employees
Hotels in the United States employ
about 550,000 persons.
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“Temple of Death ”
STRIKE up the band, here comes a sailor—and let that
band play soft, mysterious music to fit the scene, for that
sailor is going to tell us a tale about India, the land where
strange things happen.
William Mutch is the sailor’s name and he lives in New
York city. It was in July, 1925, that Bill stepped off his
ship, the S. S. Steel Trader, at Bombay and started out to see
the sights of the town. And Bill says he saw the town from
all angles—the funny side and the deadly, serious, too.
Right off the bat he had a brush with a native corn doctor
—and Bill says the joke was on him. Early that morning
when the ship docked dozens of native peddlers swarmed
aboard. Among them was a corn doctor, who wanted six
rupees to take a corn off Bill’s foot. Bill offered him three,
but the corn doctor shook his head. Finally they compro
mised. Bill paid him three rupees and promised to pay him
three more that afternoon.
When Bill stepped off the boat there was the corn doctor.
He wanted his three rupees, but Bill told him he’d pay him
the next day, and he and his buddy got into a gharry to drive
away. But he wasn’t fooling the corn doctor any. That little
Hindu trotted right along behind the carriage yelling, “The
Sahib owes me three rupees,” until finally Bill stopped him and paid
him the dough.
Bill Manages to Square Accounts.
“He smiled and said, ‘Thank you, Sahib,’ " says Bill. “But
I didn’t smile because quite a crowd had gathered to see me
hand over those coins.”
So Mother India had her joke on Bill—but she also had another
surprise waiting for him.
The gharry moved on, with a crowd behind it all laughing at Bill’s
expense, and it didn’t stop until Bill saw a curious building and asked
his driver what it was. The driver said it was the Pydhoni temple—at
Those white clad Hindus fell on Bill and his pal, hitting, kicking,
biting and even spitting.
least that’s what the name sounded like to Bill. Bill had a camera
along and he wanted to take some pictures of that temple, *:g he paid
off the driver and he and his buddy alighted and went up to the building.
Bill’s eye fell on the curious carvings on the pillars of that
temple, bet bis pal was impatient. “I don’t like the looks of this
place,” he said. “Let’s go to some place that’s lively and whera
we can get a drink.”
But Bill wanted to get some photographs first. He noticed an
open door and sauntered over near It to take a look through it.
“No one was about,” he says, “so I decided to go inside—against
the advice of my friend, who refused to go with me.”
So Bill went in alone. Ho took off his hat and passed through that
door and up at the far end he saw a large image with a few smaller
ones grouped around it. With his hat In one hand and his camera in
the other, he moved toward that idoL Then, just as he had reached it,
he heard a scream of rage on the other side of the big room.
Bill Is Frightened by Scream of Rage.
Bill dropped his hat and camera. Wheeling around he saw a door
open. A short Hindu dressed in white stood in the doorway waving his
arms at him. That was enough for Bill. He started running for the
doorway. “My friend at the door shouted to me to hurry,” says he.
“But there was no need for him to yelL I was running as fast as I
could then. I had just remembered my hat and my camera on the floor
behind me when I saw four more Hindus coming out of the side door.
They were trying to head me off by reaching the front door before I
did. They didn’t mean to let me get out as easily as I had gone in.
“Just by the door one Hindu tried to get me by the throat.
But my friend, like a good shipmate, stepped in and started to
help me out. He hit the Hindu on the side of the head, knock
ing him down. But by that time the others were on ns and the
fight was on in real earnest.”
Those white-clad Hindus fell on Bill and his pal, hitting, kicking,
biting and even spitting, Bill says. “It didn't take us long,” he writes,
“to find out they meant business. And we were sure of it when we saw
a knife in the hand of one of them. He tried to stab me in the chest,
and the only reason he didn't is that he couldn't reach me. Two of
his friends were busy right then trying to kick me to pieces and they
got in his way.”
The Temple Warriors Fight Their Way to Safety.
The man with the knife turned, then, and made a vicious slash
at Bill’s face. Bill’s pal threw up his arm and the knife ripped
through the sleeve of his jacket. “The Hindu lost his balance,”
says Bill, "and fell to the floor, giving us a much needed break.
The others gave way a little when he fell—not much, but enough
to give us a chance. We smashed our way through them, dashed
through the door and out into the street.”
Bill left half of his coat behind him in the hands of two of thos”e
Hindus. A small crowd, attracted by the noise, had gathered in the
street outside, but for some reason they didn’t try to stop Bill and his
pal as they ran past them and down the street. They had only gone
about half a block, though, when the whole mob was after them, jelling
and shouting.
“But luck was with us,” says Bill, “for just then a vacant
taxi came along. We told the driver to take us to the docks as
fast as he could. He looked at us curiously—and, no wonder, for
we were a sight and a great crowd was after us—but he nodded
and got going.”
The driver was a Mohammedan, or he wouldn’t have been so willing
to help them out. He took them to the docks and Bill and his pal went
aboard their ship. The ship didn’t leave Bombay for four days, but
neither one of those lads went ashore again. “We stayed on ship,”' Bill
says, “expecting a visit from the English police or a Hindu knife be
tween our ribs while we slept. But neither one of those things happened
and we were glad when the ship sailed for Karachi.”
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21-Gun Salute Has Origin in Mystical Significance
Originally warships fired a salute
of seven guns, the number seven
being selected because of its mys
tical significance from antiquity. Al
though the salute at sea was seven
guns, shore batteries were allowed
to fire three guns to the ship’s one.
The reason for this was that sodium
nitrate was largely used in the man
ufacture of powder. This was eas
ily spoiled at sea, but could be very
readily kept on land. The multi
plier three was selected probably
because of its symbolism. With the
development of the manufacture of
powder, the number of guns for the
international naval salute was blade
to correspond with that of the land
forces. On August 18, 1875, a reso
lution adopted by the United States
provided that salutes be returned
gun for gun. At this time the Brit
ish salute was already 21 guns,
therefore, this number was accept
ed by the United States.
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Where evil habits are once set
tled, they are more easily broken
than mended.—Quintilian.
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way with a cup or I woof Gor
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The value of culture is its effect
on character.—Maugham.
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