When Gov. Landon Vacationed in the West
Estes Park, Colo.—Gov. Alf M. Landon and his family, pictured on the lawn of their summei
home in Estes Park, where the Republican nominee spent several weeks recently. Left to right: Gov
ernor Landon, Peggy Landon, John Cobb Landon Nancy Jo Landon, Mrs. Landon.
Salt Lake City Girl
Sets World’s Record
for Fastest Typing
Miss Gioconda Zumpano, twen
ty, of Salt Lake City, shown with
her trophy after she won an ama
teur typing contest held in Chi
cago under the sponsorship ot
the Internationa] Commercial
Schools association, and set a
world’s amateur record of 106.7
words a minute. Typists from
many states competed.
Admiral Hepburn Commands U. S. Fleet
Admiral Arthur J. Hepburn (left) who took over the post ol
commander-in-chief of the United States fleet from Admiral Joseph
M. Reeves (right). Admiral Reeves had held the post for two years.
The ceremony took place aboard the battleship Pennsylvania, flag
ship of the fleet, at San Pedro, Calif.
Students’ Bodies Light Bulbs
University of Utah students demonstrate a uniuqe machine they
designed and built. Using their bodies as wires and their hands as
light sockets, they illuminate lamp bulbs and neon tubes. Leonard
G. Walker (left) and Glenn G. Davis (right) are co-builders of the
, machine.
NURSES’ PRESIDENT
Miss Amelia Grant of New
York was re-elected to the presi
dency of the National Organiza
tion for Public Health Nursing
without opposition.
American Poloists Retain Westchester Cup
H. R. H. The Duchess of Gloucester presents the Westchester cup to the captain of the United
States polo team, Winston F. C. Guest, after the second match of the series won by the Americans
8 to 6 at the Hurlingham club in London.
Scenes and Persons in the Current News
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1—Comptroller General John R. MoCarl who has retired from his post. 2—Conclave at Vatican
City in which Pope Pius conferred red hats on six new cardinals. 3—Scene in Marseilles, France,
during recent marine strike.
COLLEGE GOLF CHAMP
Charles (Chuck) Kocsis of the
University of Michigan carried
winning honors for his school in
the National Intercollegiate golf
tournament at Glenview, 111.
Detects “Sour*’ Notes in Music
The “Oscillograph,” a new machine something like a “Lie
Detector” now being used in musical education. It will not only
detect a “sour” note, but will prove the guilt of the person or
instrument from which the faulty sound came. Miss Doris Whyman
of Chicago is shown ploying the violin as the instrument “listens.”
The device was invented by Prof. Gordon Hanneman of De Paul
university.
Former A. A. A. Head Assumes New Job
Chester Davis, who was administrator of the A. A. A., is seen
here being sworn in as a new member of the Federal Reserve
board. Oliver E. Foulk, fiscal agent for the board, is administering
the oath.
FRANCE’S MUSSOLINI
Danger of a Fascist coup such
as overtook Italy 14 years ago
when Mussolini’s Blackshirts
marched on Rome, menaced
strike-torn France. Colonel De
la Roque, often called the poten
tial “Mussolini of France,” who
claims 700,000 followers in his
Croix de Feu, and 100,000 in sim
ilar Fascist leagues.
Workers Lay Foundations for Grand Coulee Dam
The foundations of the Grand Coulee dam on the Columbia river which will stretch 4,300 feet
from clifl to cliff and rise 550 feet in height, on which an army of men are now at work.
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I
A WEEK after I established resi
dence in Seabrook, Ray Quim
per, my next door neighbor, took
time off to drive me around the
town and show me the points of
interest. Toward evening he
stopped his car before a driveway
that led up to a huge brick house
on top of Drybridge Hill.
"The home of Prince Alexander
Moisevich Deborin,” he explained.
I looked at him curiously, sens
ing that this was a proud moment
for Ray. He had saved the brick
house until last, like a child relish
ing the last morsel.
I asked the questions that I knew
Ray wanted me to ask, and learned
that Prince Alexander was a mem
ber of a once flourishing Russian
nobility, exiled, young, prodigiously
wealthy. In Seabrook he was a
figure of awe and wonder and hum
ble respect.
"Of course,” Ray explained fur
ther, "he has a city home too. But
the fact is he spends the greater
part of his time out here. He
craves solitude.”
"Are you sure? I mean, wouldn't
it be fitting to let the man
know you're glad to have him as a
citizen?”
"We’ve tended to that,” Ray said
importantly. “Three days after
his arrival a committee made up
of leading citizens waited on the
prince and extended him a formal
welcome.” He regarded me sage
ly. "We’re smart enough not to
antagonize the man by pestering
him to death. Now that he’s here
we want him to stay. It gives
the town an air of distinction.”
I wasn't convinced or quite as
much impressed as Ray would
have liked, though I took pains to
hide my true feelings. Somehow
the picture of Prince Alexander
didn’t seem human.
A month passed before such an
opportunity presented itself. Dur
ing this time I had thought of the
prince frequently. In fact, I was
not allowed to forget him. The
townspeople never tired of discuss
ing him. The prince was seen do
ing this, he was seen doing that,
he had been overheard to remark
thus and so.
On the day of which I write I
was removing the storm window’s
from my house, for spring was
near and the day was bright and
warm. The prince came strolling
along my street and stopped, odd
ly enough, at the end of my drive
to watch. I perceived him from
the corner of my eye, though I
gave no indication that I had seen.
After a moment or two, much to
my satisfaction, he turned in at
the drive and came slowly toward
me. At this precise moment the
step-ladder on which I was stand
ing tilted precariously and the win
dow I was removing threatened to
tumble to the ground.
I uttered a cry of alarm, turned,
perceived the prince as if for the
first time, and shouted to him for
aid. Involuntarily, he leaped for
ward and steadied the ladder until
I had descended.
"Phew!” I grinned. "That was
a close call.”
"It was indeed,” he replied in
very exact English.
"Would you mind holding the
ladder for me on this window over
here?” He seemed a little sur
prised, but agreed to lend his as
sistance.
Presently the task was done and
I turned to him, grinning. "Thanks
a lot. I don’t know how I would
have managed without you ”
"Really?” He seemed to appre
ciate my compliment. "Frankly,
I’ve enjoyed it, not only the work,
but our little visit.” He hesitated.
"You are new in town, aren't
you?” 4
"Comparatively,” I said. “It’s
a mighty nice town. Folks are all
like yourself. Ready and willing
to lend a hand when help is need
ed."
He smiled a little wistfully.
"Some people,” he said, "are bom
at a disadvantage. They aren’t
allowed to lend a hand even though
they would like to. There is no
real happiness in this world ex
cept that resulting from helping
some one else and being treated as
a human being.. I am convinced
of it. Should I tell you my name
1 believe I could prove my state
ment.”
I smiled happily. “The fact that
I know your name, Prince Alex
ander. proves a little theory of my
own."
He stared in astonishment. "You
know who I am? You knew when
you asked me to help remove the
windows?”
I nodded. “Your philosophy and
mine have a good deal in com
mon, Prince. And that is, that
you’re no different from the rest
of us. I’d even venture to say that
you are quite unhappy living up
there in your castle so far removed
from everybody. To prove that I
am right, I’m going to ask you a
question. Tomorrow I’m going
fishing. How would you like to
come along?”
Prince Alexander gaped at me.
’Td like to very much,” he said.
1 “But we must keep it a secret
from the rest of the people. It
would be a pity to destroy their
illusion.”
I agreed, winking at him know
ingly, and the prince and I then
and there shared a hearty and
very human laugh.
