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she tells the quartet about the wonders bottling does for the figure.
Too much rim behind the ball,
and a bit tardy in getting that
dainty finger out of the hide.
This pretty maid knows that a
hearv hall wiU knock the bark
from those darling thin bones.
This roiypoly has taken up bouling to reduce.
To add a little something different to the game, one lady hou ler
lends her legs for a frame, while two of the alley sisters roll at once.
| Switching on charm Jor cameraman—easier than making a “strike ”
WHO’S
NEWS
THIS
WEEK
By LEMUEL E, PARTON
tCOnanlM'trd Feature*—WNV Serrlre l
NJEW WRR.- Wi ere quite cer
' tain that there ss a chipping
•parrvi' out our way which didn't
•tend still ton* enough to be count
ed, but at any
Stuffed Bird Cuta rate Roger
Prierton'a Count Tory Peter
To 5S5O.OOO.OO0
AfSQ.om.OM receives respectful,
even admiring attention, and no
challenges or quibbles about it.
Concurrently the National Audu
bon society, of which Mr. Peterson
Is educational director, begins a
drive for the protection of birds and
ottter wild life in defense areas.
At the age af tt. Mr. Peterson
proved that bird lere ran be
made to yield a lot mere than
mere bird seed. That was in
19S4, when he published his
bosk. Field Guide U the
Birds " As bird books go It was
a best-seller, warmly praised
net only by the somewhat eso
teric celt of bird-fanciers, hat
by a much wider public, which
appreciated Its clarity and sim
plicity. There came other edi
tions and then his “Field Guide
to Birds of the West.” and bis
' Junior Book of Birds." of 1»».
AU la aU, Mr. Peterson's books
and magatlne articles were so
successful that he has had plen
ty of time to count birds—even
five billions of them.
He not only writes but illustrates
his books, having emerged from the
New York Art Students' league as
a highly qualified decorative artist
He is known as the best American
authority on field identification of
birds.
Mr. Peterson had an adventure
at the convention of the society at
Cape May last year, which, so far
as we can learn, was not picked up
by the news hawks at the time. It
seems a group of ornithologists, Pe
tersen included, got up at 4:30 to
clock a scheduled hawk migration.
It didn’t come off and all were
downhearted until a rumor got
around that a black-necked stilt had
been seen near the lighthouse pond.
There had been no stilt in this sec
tion since 1870
The party set eat for the spot.
Finally far across the pond,
inaccessible to any dry land ap
proach, the bird was sighted.
Mr. Peterson sab) it woold be
necessary to approach as near
as possible, disturb the bird,
and then observe its flight care
ts Uy. He and William Fish vol
unteered to brave the mod and
cold. They waded in. and at
times were np to their armpits
in slimy mod. Finally reterson
waved his arms at the stilt. It
didn't move. Approaching near
er, they discovered it was as
stiff as a plank.
The convention finally ran doom
the story. The National Academy
of Sciences at Philadelphia had had
a bousecleaning and heaved out a
lot of stuffed birds. Some rival bird
fans of the Delaware valley had re
trieved the stilt and set it up across
the pond
LJP IN Maine, on last summer's
' holiday, this writer talked with
an old road-side philosopher who
was concerned vjfc problems aris
ing from the
Prof.Perry Boldly lengthening
Trampeta an ‘Old We - span in
Age Movement• Eng‘
land.
’They don't do much dyin’ up
here.” he said. "Down at West
Newton, they had to shoot an old
feller, just to start a graveyard.”
Professor Ralph Barton Per
ry, sf the facuity of philosophy
•f Harvard university, is simi
larly concerned about old age.
but for a different reason. In n
brilliant essay in a recent issue
of the Princeton Alumni Week
ly, he rallies the oldsters against
being “hustled around by their
Juniors in politics; he notes the
capitulation of wise old age to
bumptious youth, and chal
lenges Rabbi Ben Esra by in
sisting that there’s no use grow
ing old with him, or anybody
else, if old-age is to be merely
a tolerated sbort-ender in the
life sweepstakes. “The most
striking evidence of the down
fall of the aged,” writes Profes
sor Perry, “is to be found in
the domestic circle.” •
“The authority of the father was
first broken by the mother, and the
children poured through the breach.
The last remnant of paternal au
thority was the period in which the
father was an ogre, who came home
at the end of the day to deal with
major offenses. He was no longer
magistrate, only executioner.
“But even this role disappeared
when domestic criminology was
modernized and the child's insubor
dination was regarded as a person
ality problem, to be solved by love,
i hygiene and psychoanalysis.”
1111-- — hM
Hmply Sal©
Pr RICHARD Htl.1, WtUUMM
(A** Wttt* I
AVOmt man, looking fright
ened and agitated, was wait
ing at the Rfihttiaon reetdenv*
w"hen the pobre car, hearing
Detective Henry ftsi-er drove up
“I'm Tom Darcy the youth »»
plained "For heav'ui sake, let’s
hurry Every moment count*."
"Why," asked th tectlve Baker,
when they were tn the police car,
"didn’t you phone us front your
uncle** house?"
"the line was dr«d. Whoever
robbed the safe must have cut the
arires I ran over to Robinson**,"
"Exactly what haiToned*"
“Uncle’* away tor the week-end."
Darcy explained. "I was alone up
stairs about half an hour ago. t
thought 1 heard a notse and came
running down. I had reached the
first landing when a man dashed
from the library, sprinted for the
front door and was out before I could
stop him. I paused only long enough
to glance into the library, saw that
the safe door anas swinging wide,
then gave chase. As I came down
the front walk the thief was just
making off in a small gray sedan.
"For heaven’s sake Jet's hurry.
Erery moment counts "
My roadster was out front and I
leaped into it and followed, but 1
lost sight of the sedan in the heavy
traffic.’’
“I see," said Baker. "Aren’t you
in the habit of keeping your uncle's
house locked at all times? Especial
ly when he's away?"
“Of course. And today was no
exception, either. The burglar
gained admission by prying open a
cellar window."
They had reached the residential
district and presently the detective
drew up in front of a brownstone i
dwelling. “This is your uncle's home j
isn't it?”
“Yes." Young Darcy raced up the :
steps, hurried through the front
door and disappeared inside. A
moment later Detective Baker found
him examining the opened safe.
"You were certainly in an all-fired
hurry to get inside, especially when
you knew the thief had escaped.”
Darcy sank wearily into a chair.
"I wanted to make sure just how
much was missing. You see, I didn't
return here after losing sight of the
sedan, but went directly to head- !
quarters."
*1 we.” Baker nodded toward the
safe. "I suppose you discovered the
worst."
“Worst is certainly the word. Not j
only are the bonds gone, but every
other scrap of paper besides. The
thief must have heard me coming
and realizing that haste was neces
sary. shoved everything into his
pocket."
“Likely." Detective Baker stooped
over to examine the safe. “Was
there anything familiar about the
figure you saw rushing from the
house?"
“As a matter of fact there was.”
The officer whirled around. “In
heaven's name why didn’t you say
so? Did you recognize him?”
“I didn't mention it before.” Darcy
said thoughtfully, "because I didn’t
want to cast unjust suspicion. But—"
Suddenly he thrust out his hand, re
vealing in its palm a small clasp
pen knife. "That knife belongs to
Jules Colby, uncle's butler. I’ve
seen him use it a hundred times.”
"And how long,” asked Baker, his
voice hinting of sarcasm, “have you
been carrying it around with you?”
“I found it on the floor beneath
ffie safe when I came in a moment
ago. It—it substantiated my first
suspicion that the man whom I had
seen escape was actually Colby. He
must have used it in his attempt to
open the safe, and dropped it in
his haste to get away.”
"Where’s Colby now?"
"Goodness knows. He's supposed
to be at home resting. Uncle dis
missed all the servants while he
was away. Sort at a holiday.”
“I see. And you think we ought to
pick up this Jules Colby and ques
tion him."
“If picking up is as easy as you
make it sound, I most certainly
agree. Look there.” Darcy pointed
at the safe. Near its outer edge*
I were a number of scratches that
had obviously been made by some
; sharp instrument, quite possibly a
I pen knife.
“I see.” said Baker. "But for the
moment let’s concentrate on Colby.
I have an idea he won’t be so dif
ficult to rbid as you appear to think.
“PossiDly.” said Darcy, his own
tone betraying sarcasm, “the police
department in this city is smarter
Ihab I fire N etvdlt tor."
"IVMibly," Baker agreed, "y©u*rv
Hght f><r example, t think tt are
take a run ©wr to Mr Chlby'i
board mg house we'll find him at
home -resting "
"It you do tt will mean that the
man's much smarter than t think
But I doubt if It will occur to him
that not trying to escape will make
him less a suspicious character."
Detective Baker scratched hi*
chin "Rid, you seem to have a
faculty of giving no one credit
tor brains but yourself Let me tell
you something: In about s minute
you're going to discover that you're
not so smart as you're trying to
bn press me with being."
Young Darcy got to his feet with
easy assurance. * Well, well. Are
you the gentleman who's going to
show me?”
"I am "
"Can that be possible! Shall I
prepare to cheer?"
"You'd better prepare to spend
a long time in an iron-bound cage
thinking things over."
' Meaning?"
"Meaning that no one would be
damn fool enough to try to open a
safe such as this one with a pen
knife."
“Which gets us nowhere. The
marks of the pen knife are bn the
safe, and proves that somebody must
have been a fool.”
"The man who put the marks there
was—damn fool enough to think
a smart detective would swallow the
yarn. Also fool enough to think the
same detective would believe a cock
and bull story about chasing a guy
in a gray sedan."
"Why, blast your hide, I did—"
“Not! Either you didn’t chase
him or your story is cockeyed. Be
cause if you ran out of the bouse
and down the walk and tore off in
your car, how did you know the bur
glar pried open a cellar window to
gain admission. There were no cel
lar windows open when I came up
the walk. I must have been on the
rear of the house, hut if you went
directly to headquarters—”
At which point young Mr. Darcy
blurted something about showing
who was smart, and reached inside
his coat pocket. Whereupon Baker
substantiated his own statement
about the smartness of a certain de
tective by socking Mr. Darcy over
the bead with the reverse end of a
pistol, which he'd had his hand on
for five minutes.
2,300 Varieties of Rose
Blooms in Private Garden
Fifty years ago a small boy spent
his time hoeing roses and cutting off
withered blossoms on his father's
southern estate.
Today he has what is reputed to
be the largest private collection of
roses in the United States, for in the
garden of Clyde R. McGinnes. a
Reading, Pa., yarn merchant, there
grow thousands of roses of 2.300
varieties.
Although foreign rose commerce
has been stopped because of the war,
the McGinnes garden is still grow
ing rapidly with specimens he prop
agates himself and secures from
other parts of the country.
“I add about 100 roses every
year.” he said. "My present garden
was started in the spring of 1926
when I moved my collection from
the city backyard across the Schuyl
kill to the hillside. Since then I
have had hundreds of visitors from
all sections of the United States—
even tourists from California.”
It takes a lot of time and effort
to keep a rose garden, but like any
other enthusiastic hobbyist McGin
nes strives to make every rose a
prize. In the library of his home
there are 50 volumes devoted to rose
gardening. He has made an ex
tensive study of the art and corre
sponds with many of the country’s
widely known rose fanciers.
Very often he will receive a letter
from some fancier asking whether
it is possible to purchase any of
his plants, but none of his roses are
for sale.
McGinnes derives great pleasure
from showing visitors his collection.
Included in his garden are 142 vari
eties of albas, centifolias, damasks,
gallicas and moss roses, 1.179 varie
ties of hybrid tea roses, and 98 va
rieties of old tea roses.
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‘Largest Volume’ Being Written
Dr. Raymond H. Wheeler, psy
chologist and guest professor at the
College of the Pacific at Stockton, is
compiling all the known data of hu
man experience and is recording it
in what he terms the largest book
on scientific fact ever written.
When finished, the book will meas
ure seven feet in length and IV* feet
in width. It will be classified by
fields of endeavor and by years, the
discoveries, inventions and varia
tions in human behavior occurring
since historical time began.
The reader. Dr. Wheeler points
out, may at a glance determine
what was going on in any subject
in any year, and he may trace the
history of any certain activity
through the years.
Some 650,000 items have been en
tered in the book during the last
five years and an estimated 1.250.
000 more items will be added before
it is finished within the next five
yean.
I i - . !
, fieU****d h\ W>****V* SrukfiW I'fMOIt I
HlilaHt OpfrtHaa
VftMtHtA It famous at the
' Motber-of-Urrsideuts.* at the
Mate which gave America tome of
her greatest eoMtert and explorer*
at well a* statesmen, Bui on No
vember 11 this year she can take
note of the fact that it was Just 14®
year* ago that the gtve to the na
tion a man who was destined to
make medical htttory and whose
name future generations of suffering
Americans were to call blessed. For
he eras Ephraim McDowell
McDowell eras born In Rockbridge I
county November U, ITTI. At the
age of 11 he was taken by his father
to the frontier town of Danville in
Kentucky. After a brief term in a
Virginia seminary young McDowell
began the study of medicine in a
doctor’s office in Staunton. Then he I
went to Scotland but returned to
America after two years* study in
the University of Edinburgh.
In 1718 he returned to Danville
to begin practice. Within 10 years
McDowell had become the best
known surgeon on the Kentucky fron
tier and whenever one of the set-1
tiers needed an operation that was
beyond the skill of local doctors,
word was sent to Danville. Then
McDowell hastily crammed his (
drugs and his instruments into his
saddle bags and set cut along wilder
ness trails to the aid of the sufferer.
In 18P9 he was called upon to
make such a call and the opera
tion which be performed - at that
I
•
time is the ace which made surgical
history- The call came from the log
cabin of Mrs. Jane Todd Crawford,
near Greentown. known today as
Greens burg. 60 miles from Danville.
In a letter which McDowell wrote
to Robert Thompson, a medical stu
dent in Philadelphia years later, he
gave this account of that operation:
“I was sent for in 1809 to deliver
a Mrs. Crawford, living near Green
town, of twins, as the two attending
physicians supposed. Upon exami
nation. I soon ascertained that she
was not pregnant, but had a large
tumor in the abdomen which moved
easily from side to side. I told the
lady I could do her no good and
candidly stated to her her deplora
ble situation; informed her that
John Bell, Hunter, Hey and A. Wood,
four of the first and most eminent
surgeons in England and Scotland,
had uniformly declared in their lec
tures that such was the temper of
the peritoneal inflammation that
opening the abdomen to extract the
tumor was inevitable death. But.
notwithstanding this, if she thought
herself prepared to die. I would take
the lump from her. if she would
come to Danville. She came in a
few days after my return home, and
in six days I opened her side and
extracted one of the ovaria . . she
was perfectly well in 25 days.”
The doctor’s laconic version of the
historic incident leaves out all of the
drama. For there was drama in it
—the story of how word that Me
Dowell was going to perform an op
eration which was almost certain to
be fatal spread through the town,
how one of the preachers devoted a
sermon to the proposed ‘•murder,”
how his fellow-townsmen threatened
to lynch him if the operation failed,
and how his nephew and partner.
Dr. James McDowell, tried to dis
suade him from going on with it
Then there is the story of how he
decided to operate on Christmas day
when the prayers of all the world
would help create a favorable at
mosphere for the attempt; how Mrs.
Crawford tried to forget the agony
at the operation, performed without
anesthetics, by singing hymns; how
the mob outside the doctor’s cabin,
hearing her anguished voice, tried to
break in the door and stop the op
eration and how, finally, when they
were told that the operation was
successful and the patient still lived,
their anger turned to admiration for
the heroic doctor and his equally he
roic patient and ‘‘the air was riven
by a cheer."
Mrs. Crawford lived for 33 years
after the operation. Later she mi
grated to Indiana and is buried near
Graysville. But today in McDowell
park in Danville a monument, erect
ed by the Kentucky Medical society
and its women's auxiliary, stands
near the towering shaft which was
erected to the memory of her doc
tor by the Kentucky Medical society
in 1879. The modem highway, bor
dered with dogwood, between Dan
ville and Greensburg, called the
Jane Todd Crawford Memorial Trail.
•Iso honors this pioneer heroine
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