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Psychology Tests: Psychology tests should not be taken too serious- ly; they are not infallible. While these tests will —reveal possibilities of development that cannot be explained by conventional measures of attainment in schoo! subjects, and when used positively for locat- ing talent are most useful, still, they are not so sig- nificant negatively, and a low score should not he considered as absolute evidence of an inferior mind. The loss to society in not discovering potential talent early is very great, and it is in this field that , the psychology tests are of greatest value. If, by their aid, the exceptional mind can be discovered and trained during youth, eliminating the waste of time usual in the process known as “finding one’s self,” society will profit by the added years of service thu: =gained. Also, the psychology test may discover “genius that might, if left alone, never discover itself, _ and be entirely lost to society. = Altogether, these tests are of great value and should be more widely used, but the fact that a cane didate obtains a low rating in such a test should not be construed as proving an absence of brain power, since that would be a false deduction. The Right to Parenthood While parenthood would seem more a privilege than a right, it is gratifying to find parents seek- ing to discover, under either term, what should be their relations and responsibilities to the child. Par- ent associations have sprung up all over the country and the movement has met such a recognized need that the membership has more than doubled the past year. A new attitude toward parenthood is developing, due, in some part at least, to this movement, Par- enthood, hitherto, has been accepted as a casual =<circumstance of life, frequently gratifying, but,} frankly, quite frequently disconcerting and annoy- » ing. ~ Out of the study has come the question of the right to parenthood. What constitutes the right to parenthood? It is answered variously—clean bod- ies, sane minds, moral uprightness and the willing- ness to accept the responsibility seriously and per- form the duty to the child conscientiously. The sum -of these answers constitutes a high ideal and the na- tion should profit greatly in health, mental capacity and moral fibre through the application of this ideal to the business of being a parent, justifying the ef- » forts of parent organizations, Farm Relief Farm relief is one of the most important problems with which congress has been called upon to grapple _~-in recent times. In the first place, it directly con- **gerns more than a third of the population and indi- rectly the other two-thirds. It has to do with the struggle for existence of one-third of the popula- tion, upon the outcome of which struggle hangs the fate of all. Food is vital; food is life. Any ques- tion that concerns food is vital, especially so when it concerns the source of food. There is no question as to the need of farm relief, the question is of the means. There are both sound and unsound measures offered for consideration. Here, then, is the problem: what constitutes sound legislation for farm relief? Agricultura] relief is imperative and pressing, but in the desire to meet the need let ys not be led into saddling the country with legislation that will be detrimental to its best interests. rene ' A Washington Highway Virginians may quite properly object to a Wash- ington Highway that does not even touch the na- tive state of the great patriot and president, as is the case with the trans-continental highway sug- gested to celebrate the 200th anniversary of George ‘Washington’s birth. . The road, as suggested, would touch but few of the original 13 colonies for which he fought so hard under adverse conditions, A Washington Highway, to be consistent, should run, not east and west, but north and. south, through ' the “colonies” and touching the cities that he knew and with which his history is concerned; from Bos- ton, through New York, Trenton, Philadelp| Bal- timore, Washington, Richmond, and so south to ‘ Florida, perhaps. Then it would be truly a. Wash-! ington Highway. \ Radio-Photos The great British labor strike, aside from provid- news-hungry world with a new sensation, dem- Gusrated to newspaper readers the wonders of new product of science. ‘. Pietures taken in London on one day are published in American papers within a few hours, and—so ‘used have we grown to astonishing things—very few ‘of us pause to grasp the real significance of it. Across the ocean, through hundreds and hundreds ‘miles of air, come pictures of strike scenes. Pic- still a little crudey it is true, but sure to reach with a little more experimentation. ‘ annihilator of time and space, once more wonderful as the storied flying one of the growing institutions by which our coun-* try is working out the fulfillment of an eternal promise.” . These words of President Coolidge were ad- dressed to the Boy Scouts; but they should be taken to heart by everyone. We all need a liberal injec-| tion of Scout ideals, The abiding faith of the | founders of this country in the strength of right | living and the power of righteousness has weakened | jund alt but disappeared, until today the nation is; possessed of a vast indifference toward these card- | inal virtues, If we are to work out the fulfillment | of our highest destiny, we must return to the stern. { er virtues upon which it may be founded. | BPO Gite SL a | | Coincidence ' Dr. C. A. Sherman of Kansas City, summoned to! administer to the victim of a traffic accident, hur- | ried to the scene and found his six-year-old daugh- | ter had been killed by a truck. Just an incident in the day’s news. doctor— Steeled though he was, by practice and necessity to look upon death with professional calm, what | must have been his emotions when he found that A} routine “case” was his own flesh and blood, mangled | and lifeless? No lesson here. Nor moral. Just one of the little | coincidences that make news. Yet there is a day coming, perhaps, when we shall look back on this | slaughter of the strects as something almost bar- | barously cruel, for by then, maybe, we shall have | learned how to prevent it. i But to the, Editorial Comment | ' The Pulitzer Prize (Indianapolis News) The Pulitzer prize of $1,000, which has been de- clined by Sinclair Lewis, was not offered for the best or most popular novel, but “for the American novel published during the year which shall best present the wholesome atmosphere of American life and the highest standard of American manners and manhood.” Under such conditions it is hard to see | how the prize could be given to the man who wrote j “Arrowsmith.” If the prize had been awarded to | a novel placing emphasis on unwholesome atmos- | phere in American life and one picturing bad man- ners and lack of manhood, the award could not be! criticized. Lewis is a dissenter. of his stock in trade. In “Main Street” and “Bab- bitt” he placed special emphasis upon the bad man- ners of his characters. So it was with “Arrow- smith.” This was largely an attack on the prac- tice of medicine. Lewis’ novels do not deal with wholesome situations or the highest standards of American manners and manhood. If a mistake was made it was by the committee. Lewis did not de- serve the prize. The reasons he gave for declining it were that authors would grow to consider the Pulitzer award as the highest honor in American literature and work to attain it. That is more or less bosh. Booth Tarkington has won the Pulitzer prize without changing his style. Edith Wharton has done the same thing. ‘There rarely is unanimity = HER OW 1 . The Hop Pipe of Peace ¢ | aa LW REGRET Tis Lajer Bul iT SuReLY MAKES TAINGS LOOK. ROSY NOW * TAN TAN] JAGIRLof\ N WA with, and yet she would not divorce| have a disinterested ambition and — him.’ She had told him frankly that, you have a real code by which you Judy dear, perhaps it was the com-| she would not care how many mis-| live.” monness that was botn in me for] tresses he had but she had deter-| “He told me that he had deter- ates had and ons mined that ‘no other woman should] mined -for once in his life to do an Hieeenaie iss aid what # havel take away the honor and fame that] honest and honorable thing, but the just told you, I should have believed/'went with the name of Mrs. Tre-| world would not let him und that in him, shouldn't 12. He had opened] maine. Lola Lawrence and her jealousy had up his heart to me. No man could Everyone knows, Judy, that he} spoiled the one decent thing that he have said those things und not be- A GIFT OF SELF ’ TUESDAY, ‘MAY 18,1926 BY ELENORE -MEHERIN . A THE STORY SO FAR | Sandy McNeil, red-haired and beau- tiful, on a visit to San Francisco from her Santa Barbara home, tells Judith Moore, ‘her plain cousin, of her en- Fagement to a rich Italian whom she doesn’t love, but who is the favorite of her parents and relatives, Judith, a stenographer, is in love with Doug: las Keith, |a university —stu- dent, who lives in the flat! next’ door. Thrilled by a bud-) ding romance, Judith is shocked over the possibility of her adored cdusin being forced into a loveless marriage. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER 2 Sandy caught the old Spanish shawl about her, went cautiously down the back steps. She knew the squeaky boards and edged along * red linerusta, avoiding them with a laugh- ing eultance. At the landing she paused, blew an audacious kiss toward the closed door of the living room behind which her mother and father sat unsuspecting, dozing in after- dinner content, She ‘was a happy ‘thing—Sandy MeNeil—as she ran through the fra- grant, neglected garden this night of an exotic spring. Colorful as the dark-eyed senorita, a long dead cousin of hers, who had gone steal- ing through these same grape vines a misty hundred years ago to meet her vaquero lover. Dreadful things happened to Pilar Dominguez—her eyebrows shaved, the beautiful long hair clipped and she herself com- pelled to stand in the church Sunday after Sunday holding a lighted can- dle because she had loved unwisely and too well, Sandy thought of the luckless girl and shivered delight- edly. She reached out a Dsl Capa wee caught eagerly by a blond youth Seay cae from the shadow with a soft, relieved laugh: “Thought you weren't going to make it, ole dear!” He swept off his hat, gave Sandy a swift, ardpnt kiss. They ran lightly with suppressed merry chatter to the gate. They walked toward the hijls--the brown, lovely hills that béld in their lap the town of Sunta Barbara. They talked of a thousand incon- ‘sequential things, finding a great deal to laugh about. ‘At 11 o'clock they circled back to the water, stood on the long pier, Hooking out dreamily to the lighted channel. | Sandy’s face was a white ‘its shadowed eyes wistful. She was 19 and life was very rapturous. She listened hungrily to the boy’s words. icating, sweet. flower, | He kissed ‘her-—int “I'm going to mi much of a hut,” she thought breez- ily, “for the blue blooded McNeils!” It was an old, rambling two story house, sadly in need of paint. It might have heen a mansion yester- day. The doors and windows rattled discordantly today. But there were Spanish chests, saddles set with silver and rich old brocades that had been in the fam- jly since the Mission days. The Mec- Neils were proud of ‘these treasures that harked back to) the time when the great-grandfather, Neil, married a ish girl’ and came into possession of a king's do- main. They had none of this wealth now—nothing but the land the house occupied. Sandy got safely up the old stairs. A light streamed from her room. “In for it!" she thought excitedly. Sandy’s mother sat on ‘the bed. She was a sweet faced woman grow- ing a little plump—continually mas- saging the suggestion @n un- welcome double chin, Mrs. McNeil dearly loved her youngest daughter. She had no mean motives’ in urging Sendy to accept ‘that pleasant Mr. Murillo” She really believed that wealth insured happiness. Sandy’s beauty would have @ worthy setting—she would be saved the ache of incessant depriva- tion. Nothing wears down joy more quickly. Isabel McNeil knew it well. She’ rejoiced that Sandy would es- cape. It didn’t occur to the mother that an empty heart might prove a graver tragedy than an empty purse. Not that she was a cold woman but ‘she belonged to a generation at taught its girls to look on the ys of the flesh” as sinful. In her girlhood one didn’t anticipate ec- stasy in marriage. <A bride nobly “surrendered”—the sacrifice being justitiea only because of the chil- ren. If Sandy's mother had ever known rapture, she had long since ;for- gotten about it. Her married life was settled into a routine—a thing of commonplace, placid habit like the morning and evening kiss of her ‘husband. .So she was a little im- patient with all this fussing about love. She wasn’t the one to under- stand’ the visionings of a girl just nineteen. She now looked at Sandy with a grieved, hurt silence that Sandy pre- tended not to see. “Make yourself to home,—Isabel,” she said airily. — * Mrs. MeNeil closed her eyes se- verely. “Your sister, Madeline, saw you. She saw you walking in the “|hills with Timmy!” miss you like the y i was drifting when he met’ me, and | had tried to do in all his life. lieve them and yet t st words I] believed him, dear, when he said to| “Judy, I did not say a word all said, were: me todiiy that he had never in all his| the time he was telling me this story, “‘Did you not say life met a woman who was not al-| but oh, how ashamed I was that I things to Lola Lawrence? ways saying ‘Gimme,’ that he had} had so doubted him that I ran away me that you said she also hada voice,|.never met a woman who was ambi-|from him without giving him a und you paid for its training forftious for anything but luxury and| chance. over ‘a year.’ Heisure. He told me he had always ep he had finished tears were been honest in all of his affairs. The} running down my cheeks and off the these same She told “At first Buddy was so angry that of opinion in the awarding of prizes, but in this case a study of the provisions of the award should lend to bring about a pretty general conviction that the judges were wrong. The New Farm Bill (Chicago Tribune) Representative Tincher of Kansas has introduced a farm relief bill which he hopes will be reported favorably in a few days by the house committee on agriculture, of which he is a member. The bill, he says, meets all the objections which the admin- istration has made to previous bills intended to increase the farmers’ incomes. Under the bill the treasury would lend $100,000, 000 to a federal marketing commission. With thi as a cash reserve, the commission would be author- ized to borrow $1,000,000,000 to finance marketing operations on a vast scale, conducting its business through the various farmers’ cooperative associa- tions. The cooperatives would attempt to prevent overprcduction. They could also market their crops in an orderly fashion, Mr. Tincher believes, because of the financial strength which the billion dollar eredit would give them. At present farmers are often obliged to dump their grain on the market as soon as it is threshed because they have debts to pay and need cash. Under the Tincher bill the bur- den of holding the crop for better prices would fali upon the cooperatives, which could pay off the farmers at once with money advanced by the federal commission. The bill provides that money borrowed by the var- ious cooperatives should be repaid with interest within twenty years at most. If, for example, the wheat cooperative loses money this year on its op- erations because of an overproduction, the price in subsequent years, when the supply is smaller, is to| be fixed high enough to repay the loan. The federal farm marketing commission is to be made up of the secretary of agriculture and six experts, who will represent producers of livestock, grain, dairy and poultry products, cotton, tobacco, and fruit and vegetables, respectively. e experts are to be nominated by the president from a list | of eighteen submitted to-him by an advisory coun- cil. The council, in turn, consists of thirty-six mem- bers, three to be elected from each of federal land bank districts. The Tincher proposal will meet with opposition at once because it is new. Most people recoil instinc- tively from novelty. It will take a great dea) of earnest missionary work on the part of the farmers’ representatives in congress to induce a majority of congressmen to approve the bill before the adjourn- ment of the present session. The bill will be op- posed, as well, by those who fight any measure to improve the lot of the farmers. With this attitude we have no sympathy. When plastererscan demand $14 a day and prepare to make their demand ef- fective, we cannot see why farmers must be obligec to labor longer hours for a third as much gnd be de- nied any relief whatsoever. indoubtedly there are flaws in the Tincher bill.| ness. I'll write an advertisement for These holes must be plugged up. Manufacturers, bankers, and other business men, middle west, if they are frise, will their advice and their help to the farmers in revising the bill. ‘The prosperity of this section, it ‘cannot be too often repeated, is dependent upon farm prosperity. now confronting the country. ‘Feason to believe that $100,000, will solve it, the the twelve | ¢, ly of the | all 0. he was on the point of leaving me/woman always knew what he would] end of’ my nose, then and there, and then he said: do for her ana what he was willing] “ ‘Buddy,’ I said brokenly, ‘take ‘That doesn’t mean anything. Afjto pay! and almost always she was} me on your own terms. I'am yours. man spends his money on a lot of|the one that proposed it. have always been, yours in my foolish things. I was inexpressibly| “Everyone knew that Lola Law-| heart.’” bored with ‘ rence ran after him until he prob-| (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) “For the first time in his life he| ably took her to get rid of her. spoke about his wife to'me. He told] “‘But with you Mamie,’ he said,| TOMORROW—A = Misunderstand- me how impossible she was to live different. “You have 1 voice, you] ing. you like I'll throw in the extra,‘and’ for nothing.” “Thank you. It may help said the Whiffet. “We can deliver some of the pa- pers,” said Nick. (To Be Continued). (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) speech in the senate: “The spokes- man for the White House, otherwise known as President | Coolidge.” Secretary Mellon, who is the other White House spokesman, if there are two.” some,” ne ‘TWINS, PEN SCRATCHER THE NEWSPA- PER MAN ATES ace Serta ES “I wish I could find my shadow!” — i FLASHES OF LIFE H ad Why don’t you advertise?” said a voice behind them, “Advertise! the Whiffet turning around. “And who are you?” “Pen Scratcher,” said the funny person staring at them, his arms akimbo and a big pen behind his ear. “I'm a newspaper man. I run the ‘Hollow Log Gazette.’ Also the ‘Log Hollow Bugle.’ In the morning it's one—in the evening it’s the other. All I do js to change the name and the weathér and the politics and folks don’t know the difference, There are tricks to all trades.” “Do you/think I should find my hadow if I'd advertise?” said the fet. “I certainly think so!” said Pen} Scratcher. “But whether or not is a different matte: six buttons for six lines, or three, Washington—There’s stowaws 1 a welcome y on the Presidential yacht. alighted on the mast when the president was en route to York- town and liked things so well it is still there. Stockholm —-- Norwegians may seek unknown land, but some Swedish en- gineers have found rich gold, silver and copper deposits in an arctic gla- cier, using new electrical prospecting apparatus. : ——___—_____—_____-? | <A THOUGHT | These are the things that~ye shall do: Speak ye every man the truth to his neighbor; execute the judg- ment of truth ‘and peace in your gates—Zechariah 8:16. The firmest and noblest ground on Washington-—A little light comes|which people can live is truth; the from Pat Harrison about the mystery | real with the real; a ground on of a personage. Extracts from his] which nothing is assumed.—Emerson. New York—It ought to be worth while’ to turn those dials so ‘as to bring in WEAF at 8 p. m. standard , time tonight. Dewolf Hopper is to make his radio Hebut. Ke inches, pleas iffet, reaching into hisi pocket for six of the precious buttons that made up his fortune. “Just come into my office.” sai Pen Seratcher, “and tell me exactly what I’m to say in my Lost and Found Column.” So the Twins and the little Whiffet followed Pen Scratcher into his wild- grapevine office, where there was a big printing press turning out papers at the rate of one every five minutes. A black crow was attending to the printing and a barred ow! was oak ing them over for mistakes, “Here's a mistake,” he hooted. “It's| a recipe for apple-jelly, and it says to take six large prunes and “What's that? What's that?” croaked the crow. “I wrote _ that recipe myself. I watched the farm- r’s wife making it, and 1 wrote down everything she did. 1 was sitting in the pine-tree in her back yard and I! could see through the window. What are you making fun of it for “You don’t put prunes in apple- jelly,” hooted the barred owl. “You put apples ii “Of courst,” croaked” the crow. “You're crossing your bridges before you, come to them. The farmer's: wife took six prunes out of a sauce- pan and put them back into the prune bag. Then she put a lot of apples in where the prunes had been and pared them for the jelly. \You idn’t read far enough.” The owl buried himself behind his Paper and mb more was heard of him. “Now then,” said Pen Seratcher. “if you gentlemen have stopped quarreling, we'll get down to busi- AOU Hi allt J IN: x I NOTICE Mou MAKES Al wecc, PRACTICE OF DumePina RUBBISH ONTO THIS CoT.e DOSS THe COT BELONG TO Ov t, oT So/S YouR, OUD. MANGSECWYRZEL LULL your lst shadow, Mister Whiffet, d you can read it and see if it’s The Twins and the Whiffet sat down and Pen Scratcher wrote and wrote with his long pen. ‘ “How's thig?” he said in a couple of minutes. “Lost between the attic and the yp sis da “Beratchor 4% ratcher ai a: ” he seid, vou is‘used up. But if ‘kets “That's "s Tana six bottons* worth \ languorously: Her voice came But (“When I'm married, Timmy? I mean to keep my friends.” “Priends. like me, Sandy?” “You most of all.” : Timmy glanced. down mockingly. ‘«My. Ben Murillo, I suppose, is go-| 4 ing to be very accommodating and allow his fascinating wife several nights a week out?” ‘Sandy frowned. She often forgot she was engaged, when a word like this of Timmy's or a thing Judith said recalled with a pinching at the heart the prospect of her marriage. She grew uneasy and breathless, not knowing why. She would find her- self wondering how the whole thing had come about, She would say, |petulantly: “Oh, I did it to shut them up—to get a filtle peace and free- mt, ‘Ben Murillo was plasant—u slight, soft eyed Italian. He had limp’ hands and red lips, always @ little moist. He was rich, traveled, experienced. Sandy’s mother and father beamed when he began pay- jing court to their youngest child. Sandy herself rather triumphed in his flatteries. ‘They’ made her feel irresistible—an enchanting woman. She loved opening boxes of flowers, receiving costly gifts. «She was quite willing for these attentions, But she wished ‘to .wave- into the distant future all thought-of a mar- riage. Then the family took a hand. There were long sessions with her another and two 8. They told her not.to They asked her if she hadn't enough of economy. The ters said “they wished they’d had such s chance Indeed, they knew it was no picnic worrying along on two bits a year. ‘They could love with money! bitingly that id sought dy’ gle 1 Thirty Who did Sandy think she was, anyway? A cul- tured fellow like Ben—good family —beautiful home. She enjoyed his company, didn’t she? at_ more was she looking for? Why did she to wait? . When her mother asked this, Sandy couldn't answer. She didn’t understand her own uncertainties .jnor the vague. ‘hostility, Murillo aroused. R o ,, Dhe_ engagement. was erigineered. ‘Weli—what of it! iremaine silent, gazing at the waters. The moon. rose. W: a. great silver broom, it swept the waves, turning up captious flashe: green, yellow, crimson. Far out, like the bounda. ries of another world, the dark pay afcol E. y ‘af_color— ful: “She thowght of herself and ‘the many things she wanted from Jife—would they hers? She drew a troubled breath; dashed aside these, restless forpbod- Marriage Wouldn't dominate Other people got by with it. And ‘they weren't swooning with love for each other. “She could han- dle Ben Murillo! She'd do as she pleased—now—always, She. looked up-with an impetuous defiance, touched Timmy's cheek and whispered things. é Timmy, jO.was very young and, in his boy's. fashion, very much in love with Sandy—guiped., He looked into ther ‘eyes, thinking that in the moonlight they’ had a scared, im- ploring look. “You don’t know whet it’s all about, do you?” the asked softl; “You're just a frightened: She shut her eyes—smiled—waited fill Timmy kissed her. She had a gypsy exultance in these stolen hhoufs, She felt that she: was even- ing the seore with some invisible foe. Half an hour later She was run- ; hack over the proxy e “Oh, that’s all right with me~-let the girl see the beauties of life!” “I'm not fooling, Sandy. This is no way for you to act. Now that you’re engaged we must expect dig- nity from-you. You're no longer a child. .What- do you suppose Mr. urillo or his sister would think if THEY saw you “Ell tell you, mother. I'm not just sure that I'm going to marry Ben. I'm a Httle at sea on the pi i- tion. On the level, Isabella, just what is the inside dope on marriage? What do you know about it?” ‘8. McNeil gasped, think you'd ake mother, Sandy.’ “Not making fun, ole dear. I'm seeking information: Before you‘ were married, did you love my father #0 much that you almost fainted when the looked in your eyea ot touched your hand?” “In my day girls didn’t have such thoughts.” : “I'm not asking about thoughts— I've plenty of them. I’m asktng about the feelings. You can’t kid me there-—anatomy ‘hasn't changed any in the last ‘thirty years.” Mrs. McNeil took refuge in that old defense: “How can you be so irreverent? Such things are too sacred to talk about!” Py “Oh, save your blushes, Isabella! I see you don't know a darn bit more about it than I do. That’s all thirty years of marriage did for you!” fun ouldn’t of your . thought Sandy ated. She had even been called “hard boiled.” Her mother was afraid of her, cherishing a secret dread that Sandy might go “too far.” Sandy: was continually shock- ing them with her brazen audacities, But for all her daring spontaneity, her large chatter, she was extreme ly young in her thoughts. j..young ‘and unawakened. Her knowledge was of the tongue; not of the mind or heart. She thad a great: deal of information scattered loosely in her brain. It hadn’t been absorbed and made part of her consciousness through experience. She wasn't half as dangerous as her family judged her. One evening after ther unsuccess- ful argument with her mother she pasea the living room door. She eard her uncle Bob McNeil speak angrily: “A marriage that will make her jlife meaningless!” He walked over to the mantel, knocked his pipe against the hearth. “What &@ rotten sport you are, Angus, ‘to iberately shut your yown child out from the love of life. It amounts to death for a girl like Sandy.” A ‘suave runt, Sandy's father idled with his watchfob, his eyes twinkling. “Women don’t look at ‘it that way. They die of ‘heart sailere oe aruda or dropsy. 1’ yet to know of a woman who die: ‘of marriage.” . Sandy’s ears tingled. conscious of @ chokin, throat. She loved Bob MeNeil—o dashing fellow, not yet thirty. What did he mean by that phrase, “Shutting her out from the joys of life?” \ She stopped to unwind the fringe where it had caught on her shoe pei Pha wakoalted it in @ tense slowness, ispering in a flush: “What am’I in for anyway! 1 won. der wh: I'm doing—death for a girl like me—oh Lord—" (To Re Continued.) A tein food made: f new protein food made: from beef serum, which has the charac- teristics of whites of eggs, has heen developed by a acientint at lansachusetts Institut Technology. ae ee Doers sophisti. She was heat in her ———____ Some Italian volcanoes produce fs horie acid, ammonia and other com- mercial materials in h § ten that factobicn using thoes, the craters, ST Vapo Carpet Cleaners : Phone 398 *. 74 @ i e s ” | a I A)