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2 THE BISMARCK ‘TRIBUNE, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1931 . = The Bismarck Tribune An Independent Newspaper i‘ THE STATE'S OLDEST F} NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) { Published by The Bismarck Tribune Company, Bismarck, N. D., and en- tered at the postoffice at Bismarck as second class mail matter. GEORGE D. MANN ‘ President and Publisher. ¢ Subscription Rates Payable in Advance Dally io mail per year “dn Bis- marek) 1.20 Daily by mail outside Dakota ‘Weekly by mail in state, per year$1.00 ‘Weekly by mail in state, ars weekly by mail outside of North Dakota, per year .........-.. 1. ‘Weekly by mail in Canada, per year 3.00 Member of Audit Bureau of Circulation ——— Member of The Associated Press ‘The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use for republication of ell news dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited in this news- paver and also the local news of spontaneous origin published herein.’ All rights of republication of all other matter herein are also reserved. (Official City, State and County Newspaper) ——$—————— Foreign Representatives SMALL, SPENCER, LEVINGS & BREWER (ncorporated) CHICAGO NEW YORK BOSTON Mahatma’s Great Problem AS was generally expected, settle- ment of the Indian impasse is nearly on the rocks. In the present stage of the negotiations, it is not so much the fault of the British government es that of the agents of India. Gandhi has fought persistently for the interests of the “untouchables.” this own associates at the round ta- ble evidently are not guided by the same idealism as the Mahatma. They are willing to compromise upon some of the issues over which the religious; sects of India are at sword’s point. For Gandhi there is no compromise. 50 | accompaniment of beer, porter, punch |more equitable. phasizing the fact that he has lost) his appetite rather than criticizing, modern culinary ability. o However, there is no denying the fact that the table groaned during holidays in the olden times. People} led a different sort of life then and) they needed more food and a dif- ferent kind of food to sustain them. Appetites were good as outdoor ap- petites still are. In discussing the culinary problems of colonial days, the George Wash- ington Bi-Centennial commission gives us the menu for a Philadelphia’ family for Thanksgiving dinner. Here it is: “Turkeys, duck, hams, chicken, jbeef, pig, tarts, creams, custards, jel- (Iles, fools, trifles, floating islands, sweetmeats of twenty sorts, whipped | sillibubs, fruits, raisins, almonds, Pears, and peaches, with the usual and rum.” There are some items on that menu which still rate more than passing attention—and some others which might have appeal to many if they were available, { Let Warriors War Dr. William Mather Lewis, presi- dent of Lafayette college, proposed the other day that if we ever have an- other war the draft should apply only to men between 40 and 60 years of age, and that members of cabinets, parliaments and congresses who brought about the war should be the first to be called; and whatever ob- jections there might be from a mili- tary standpoint, this at least expresses @ thought that a lot of people’ have been nourishing recently. As Dr. Lewis points out, the men Job is reserved for the youngsters. The older ones sit safely at home and talk about “fighting the war to the last man.” Whatever else you can say about it, his plan would at least make the distribution of burdens a little What Is Moral? Notions of what is liberal in gov-|. ernmental supervision of community | affairs differ. If you take the traf- fi@ in intoxicating liquor as a stand-| ‘He insists upon equal justice for all, ‘the lowly, despised untouchables, as well as those who hold caste and privilege. Gandhi's vision of a great, Gemocratic, self-governing India is not shared by the British government or some of his own countrymen who have been enjoying special recogni- tion and emoluments. Complete home rule for India) seems far away at the present writ- ing. Gandhi threatens to leave and to resume his campaign of civil dis- Obedience. It would seem, however, that the real job is to compose the bitter religious and social differences which militate against a settlement of the Indian crisis. Most of the round-table discussions have been embittered by conflict be- tween the Hindu and Moslem delega- tions. Premier MacDonald has urged ard, the states below the Canadian |! border are exceedingly strict and the, Province of Ontario is very liberal. | But a magazine recently reported’ | that Ontario has barred Greta Ga:- bo'’s latest film, “Susan Lenox,” as immoral; and that fact puts another | aspect on the comparison. Few, if! any, American states have turned/| thumbs down on the picture—al- though some of the state censorship; boards, in the past, have certainly seemed to be strict enough for any- one. Ontario, however, takes the op- posite view. | Below the border, possibly, it is be-| Neved that a man is more easily! ruined by what he drinks than by) what he sees. North of the border the reverse is true. There have been some hints this) that he be selected to arbitrate com-; munal questions. ‘The British government is expected|°f commercialism in the various | to make an announcement of its pol-|Stidiron spectacles. Some weight; icy soon and in the meantime the] ™ust be given to this argument as Indian delegates are preparing to go| the result of announcement that the) home with the situation pretty much| ame between the University of; ‘as it was before the conference of| South Dakote and Michigan State @elegates began some months ago. We Hope He Wins When Father E. J. Flanagan, Cath- year that football is losing its attrac-| tion as @ sport and more than a hint! normal at Ypsilanti, has been can-/ celed because of “insufficient public attraction.” i | Come to think of it, few attempt) who make war never fight in it. That i I BARBS [| “20.” pins i French Olympic athletes competing! in this country will be allowed to have wine. Well, wine hell not! * * * The 1932 Handicap! <————4 | ability to understand clearly the word Anyway, that leaves 95 per cent for maybe. Authorities are debating whether! Southern California U. co-eds say! | Slowed down without it. | drink the stuff here they'll stop, ee The French athletes say they'll be! But if they * * The Four Marx Brothers were at the Four Nightingales. Since that) time they've made their Marx. + & & A movie actress recently planted tig trees in her back yard. Maybe she’s planning to use the leaves. (Copyright, 1931, NEA Service, Inc.) If Quotations | EEE, | five per cent of a man’s appeal is his’ one time concert players known as} America is owed $25,000,000,000 and insists on being paid in gold. There are, however, only $11,000,000,000 in the world.—Sir Hugo Cunliffe-Owen, | British politician. 2 ee + Forty-five is the age of discretion. By the time a man reaches 45 he appreciates the futility of crime— Lewis E. Lawes, warden of Sing Sing prison. * #4 This question of using force as a peace proposition has never appealed By DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor, Journal of the American Medical Association The basal metabolism of a living ee & —Dr. Christian Gauss, dean Princeton. : New York, Nov. 20.—The veteran back-stage folk of the Metropolitan Opera take their traditions just as seriously as do the be-diamond gen- try who occupy the boxes of the gold- en_ horseshoe. Most of them have been on duty for a generation or more. Well, take for instance Captain John Edgar, the famous stage door- man. It was about 25 years ago that, he arrived at the Met. He was then. @ young man who wanted the pro- pinquity of musical artists. He had musical ambitions of his own. There was no place for him in the operatic assemblage, so he took the job of tending the stage door. But today, as then, he is at the door; ready to receive the newcomer! and exit the old-timer. : 5 he nN one oj ie many cubby-holes that lead away from the foyer, you'll find Lionel Mapleson. He's the mu- sical Nbrarian and he takes tender care of thousands of musical manu- scripts and be able to produce almost, any score on a moment's notice. The Metropolitan recently opened its 49th season; and the Maplesons had been there some 40 years of that time. Few in the world have such llc priest of Omshs, tells the gov-|to maintain the fiction that colleze| ernor of Washington that he knows! football games are played for sport! the can make a good boy of Hubert)alone. The players may be honest/ Nicolls, he will be speaking from ex-| amateurs but the management has perience. - to look at the financial side of the Pather Flanagan, as most persons| matter. A sport has to “draw ‘em” know, operates a home for boys in| to be rated in the top flight. ‘the Nebraska city. It is a non-sec- ' tarian institut takes boys un- * * j Ger its care sari of their ereeal| 2ditorial Comment | fr nationality. Recently the press|| Editorials printed below show the wires carried the news that he had|| titey are published without regard deft for Olympia, Washington, to ask|| * whsider Shey saree oF gtae the governor of that state to take Hubert Nicolls out of the peniten-} John Scudder McLain tiary and put him in Father Flana- (Minneapolis Tribune) pan’s home. Hubert, it will be re- ‘Those who have had the privilege membered, killed 2 deputy sheriff j of working with John Scudder Mc- during a store robbery in the Pacific state and the ji which heara| “#in in the course of his long and pore bh active newspaper career will find it difficult to believe that death has his case recommended life imprison- peeet. finally removed so friendly and be- - The experience which Father! nign a spirit from the world it graced Flanagan will cite centers around! and pie en tee . td gene: werne Thompson, 1 ,| Mess about 4 wi won ee er pees ae TE him instant and loyal affection.! 2 Quiet, soft-spoken and scholarly, he Ten months ago the lad killed a| was forever radiating calm and poise Playmate and the Nebraska courts/in the bustling atmosphere of the hhad the same kind of problem that) profession to which he devoted the . faced the authorities in Washington.|major portion of his life. In the Twin Instead of sending the child to the penitentiary, however, they con- signed him to Father Flanagan's care. {The priest says of him: “He is a model lad and is liked by everyone at the home. Changing his environ- ment has meant changing his entire future and I am confident he will grow up into a good citizen. We can do the same with the Washington thoy.” Somehow, most of us will hope that Hubert Nicolls, slayer though he ts, be given another chance. We dis- Uke to think of = boy of 12 being re- fused an opportunity to retrieve him- eelf, no matter how serious the mis- step. And it is further admitted that Hubert Nicolis could hardly be better than he is, everything considered. ‘The case of Hubert Nicolls consti- , tutes, in part, an indictment of so- ciety. Society should recognise its wn burden in the matter by acting with wisdom and charity. , When Appetites Were Good : ‘When the modern man speaks re- to hig wife about the de- Pies or puddings that “mother Cities, Mr. McLain was associated, at) various times, with The Tribune, The! Journal and The St. Paul Pioneer Press and Dispatch, and nowhere will he leave friends and associates who have a deeper respect for his abilities or a heartier appreciation of that warm and kindly personality which was forever casting a potent spell over all who came in contact: with him. ‘The early years of Mr. McLain’s life were fraught with hardships and dis- couragements which might have turned many a less determined youn: man from the career which he set himself. Mr. McLain knew what it meant to work for an education, and he knew what it meant to expe- lence the trials and sacrifices which 80 frequently the prelude to suc- the newspaper profeasion vividness Te me é E 5 i E REG . And a 5 5 H i § sarderer Fly. Dirk goes about aga! hin former aweetheart, CO! TABOR, who is tring to win him ek. Dirk ts tor: because her The Fly will be a ace his horse run. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXVIII AS the rented roadster spun along the white Florida road toward Miami late in the afternoon of October 16 Mary was uneasily conscious of Bruce's presence, be- side-her. He still wore his Cynical air, but now -with-some reason, -as she realized with vexation. This visit to the Hialeah race- track from which she had hoped 80 much had turned up exactly noth- ing. “The Fly will be there if he’s alive,” George Bowen had said. Well, they had spent the afternoon looking for him and obtained not so much as a giimpse. It was almost an impossible task to find anyone in the huge crowd and it was made more exasperating by the constant feel of Bruce's mocking eyes upon her, In self-defense, Mary had kept her eyes glued to field-glasses— turned not upon the track, how- ever, but upon the boxes. Satisfied that her quarry was not there, she had systematically raked the stands, tier by tier. But The Fly, it he was present, had eluded her, What her next move should be, she did not know. If silence prevailed in the front Seat, however, there was compen- sating animation behind. The countess and Bates, who was a pri- vate detective when not posing as an inventor of a new form of atr- craft, anxious to win Jupiter back- ing had evidently found the en- forced proximity of the rumble seat conducive to quick acquaintance, They laughed and chatted Ike two children, ‘The countess was unduly pleased over her winnings on a horse which she had chosen by the simple Process of shutting her eyes and Poking at the list of entries with a pencil, The horse, a 10 to one shot, had come home in the money. The countess seemed to regard her luck as a good augury, or perhaps she needed the money. At any rate, her gayety rasped Mary's nerves. Mary ‘tad watched the little black filly, La Mosca, who was touted as the favorite, stumble when the race was half won and lag home far in the lee, She was not superstitious, but she almost believed in signs, too, for the moment, yway, there it was on the ‘La Mosca, filly 3-year-old, trainer, K. Jones, owner, H. De Loma.” At least, she had a name to go on. Had Bowen been there today to see the race run? She Wondered where Bowen was and if he had given up the chase alto- gether. If he had come, as he said he might, she had seen nothing of yet but the ‘Gypsy’ had docked only the day before, She sent the car along at break- neck pace, swinging past car after car on the crowded road in her hurry to get back to Miami and ask for mail at the hotel. Dirk had not written but she had not given up hoping. The party had discardé@ the idea of staying on the “Gypsy,” and had taken rooms at the Ambassador, Already the busy pens of society reporters had broadcast the party’s presence. If Dirk had been uncertain where to write her, he need be no longer. Now if he did not write she would know why, eee At the hotel Mary went imme- diately to ask for her mail and she turned away from the win- dow, disappointed, found Bates at her elbow. “They've gone into the bar,” he said, “Listen, have you got a cam- era?” , “No, Why? Heaven knows this is no pleasure trip for me!” “Can you get one? And cook up some excuse for taking that wo- man’s picture? I want to send it back to the police department in New York. I’ve seen her face some- where, either in the lin or may- be on one of those posters the Surete sends over for us to look at.” “Maybe you've just seen her in the roto sections,” Mary suggested indifferently. “She’s a sort of minor nobility, you know. At least, her husband was.” “Yes. Very minor,” Bates agreed dryly. “Well, how about it?” “T'll get one, of course, if you think it worth while. But hadn't you better forget the Countess and think of The Fly? Crook or no crook, you seemed to enjoy yourself with her this afternoon,” she rallied “Sure, I kid her along,” he an- swered, unsmiling, “and you'd bet- ter, too. I'll bet she’s a mean baby when she’s riled.” Mary did not appear to be listen- ing. Inside, she felt as if she were slowly turning to stone. If Dirk did not wi tomorrow—if he didn’t write at all— Bates saw that she was not pay- ing attention, He touched her arm. “You listening?” he said sharply. And when she gave him her atten- tion he added, “What I mean is if anybody copped her boy-friend, now, she'd shoot—get me?” Mary laughed, “Nothing is further ftom my thoughts,” she waved him away. Obviously he had misunderstood the’ mock gallantry with which Bruce treated her. Angrily, she re- solved to free herself of Bruce. It was @ nuisance, having him always at her heels and besides it meant quettishly. “These people must be made gay. They are very bad gamblers, these foolish ones—they bet on the favorite!” She lifted sleepy, malicious eyes to Mary, let them slip over the girl insolently, before turning to the old man again. “One should nev-air bet on the fa- vorite to win, Monsieur Jupiter, isn’t that so?” eee iBRvce interrupted smoothly, ad- dressing no one in particular. “Louise proposes a dinner-party. She is entranced with the Ambas- sador roof which is all dressed up for tomorrow night’s fete. As a commentary upon her taste, I re- ret to say the decor consists prin- cipally of red balloons.” The Countess and he exchanged a quick, unreadable glance. Mary was sure there was unfriendliness in it, but she had no interest in the love spats of such a disagreeable pair. “Old Man” Jupiter lifted his stiff. frame from the divan with an effort. “Let's go eat,” he said, shortly. The Countess pouted. “Oh, but we must dress first!” she wailed, in mock dismay. Jupiter said, “Well, hurry up,” and sank down again. The Countess’ eyes glittered for an instant but she took Bruce's arm and departed. Evidently Jupi- ter meant to cling to his linens but. Bates agreed cheerfully, He was enjoying himself. Mary said wearily, “I’ll go, too. I’ve quarts of dust down my back.” She did not want to report her fail- ure to Mr. Jupiter just then, Wnder the door of her room she found a slip of paper, a printed blank headed “Telephone Calls.” Beneath was writ “Call Mr. Bowen at Shore 61.” So he was there! Happily she heard him an- swer her pleased “Hollo!” “Were you at the track this after- moon?” she asked. It seemed in- credible that she could have missed him. Her eyes burned, her head ached,-she was~almost sun-blind from that constant searching, searching of faces. “Where were you?” “Where was I? Back in the pad- dock, sister, getting an earful, Want to buy a horse?” "A horse? What on earth for?” “For the price of her oats. She won't be much good as a racer. De Loma kicked hell out of her for throwing the race, I understand. He must have had a wad of jack on her. Listen, is it true you've got the knick-knack with you?” Mary hesitated. “What about it?” “Well, he's flat. Stony. I hear the hotel’s doggife him for his the old racket that his title gave the joint social glitter. He's’ call- ing himself Count De Loma, That's associating with the Countess,q® 1augh! The Ambassador's thrown which stomi Mr. Jupiter had included the wo- man in the party, partly as a ges- ture of conciliation toward Bruce, partly because her nominal status a8 @ matron gave Mary chaperon- age, of a sort. “Ah, there you are!” the Countess cried as Mary and Bates came up. “You*will come with us, yes?” She dislodged one hand from Jupiter's arm to place it supplicatingly upon Bates’ tweed sleeve, An expression of exaggerated eagerness lighted her face, the heavy red lips were parted childishly, She seemed to be asking some priceless boon, when as a matter of fact she was merely asking him to dinner. Mary looked away in disgust. “We celebrate my winnings,” the other woman prattled on. She cuddled the old man’s arm within her own, lowered her voice ¢o- fas more than she could out better fitles than his, his!” * “The Ambassador? He's here?” “If they haven’t chucked him out, bag and baggage. Better get the necklace out and give him a flash of it, quick. He'll leap at it. If it is he'll mean business when he strikes!” ‘ A slim hand encircled the girl's throat, where a pulse beat choking- ly, “You've got me—rattled,” she gasped. “Come and tell me what I ought to do. I hadn’t dreamed he was here! Why, he may.be next, door, right now, or—” She looked about fearfully and lowered her voice. “Oh, no. He’s in Parlor C. Throws a front, that guy. Where’ll I see you? I am not stopping at the Ambassador, need I say? I’m here on my own; the paper wouldn't toom rent. He tried to give them, But lay your plans first, kid, for | la ©N95) BY NEA Service Inc send me, so I quit.” eee A BELLBOY stuck his head in the door in response to her “Come in,” and said, “Your party’s gone upstairs, Miss Harkness. They ask you to join them on the roof.” Mary nodded. She told Bowen her immediate plans, and arranged to slip away and meet him as soon as possible after dinner. Trembling with suppressed ex- citement, she tugged at her big wardrobe trunk, hastily conning her small array of evening dresses, Her hand fell on the Paris dress. Well, if the Countess wanted a party, she should have one. She dressed with great care. She al- ways felt like a schoolgirl beside that experienced lady, anyway, but it would help some to know she was looking well. ‘When she stepped out of the ele- vator she found Bates—a surpris- ingly altered Bates, resplendent in evening clothes—pacing the lounge, waiting for her. “That dame gives me the creeps,” he confided in an undertone as he met her. “I’ve tailed some shady Propositions in my day, but—” he shook his head to indicate baffle- ment. “It’s just like I said,” he added disgustedly, “They're fight- ing already.” “Fighting? Who?” “Him and her. Young Jupiter and the Countess. They went at it hot and heavy the minute she got in her room and he in his. Their Tooms are connecting, you know. He thinks she's making too much of a play for his father and she says what's he always hanging around after you for, if he hates you so much, You've got her go- ing, kid!” Ma laugh bubbled up and over. “Oh, that’s too funny!” Still smiling, she followed the head waiter across the room toward the balcony table at which their party was seated. Heads turned as she passed. The room was only half filled, owing to the early hour, but within a moment after the first lackadaisical diner had looked up to see who was coming in, the last man in the farthest corner had re- ceived, by a sort of electric current, the word that a strikingly pretty sirl was crossing the room and he was craning his neck to catch sight of her, What he saw made him pause open-mouthed, and put down his fork. He recognized the girl in- stantly agd sat for a few minutes wrapped in deep thought. When he could, without making himself con- spicuous, he managed to see who her companions were . . . and a fresh shock awaited him. The wo- man in the silver dress , who was she? . . . could she possibly be . . . and what was she doing with the Harkness girl who was his own special prey? Hoe finished his meal hurriedly and looked again, It wasshe! The Countess, looking up just a moment iter, missed the look that crossed his face and as quickly erased itself dog who sees another running away —the look of a particularly vicious with his bone. After the first sur- prised instant of recognition she smiled and cried out, in her usual note of false gaiety, “Enrique!” and halt rose to greet him. The man came forward, a mask ~ settling down over his own fea- tures, and bowed over her hand. An odd flush came into her sallow cheeks as she presented him to the others, “This is my most dear friend, Count Enrique De Loma!” (To Be Continued) to me at all—Senator William E.|belng is the rate at which his body Borah. carries on its chemical industry. A low basal metabolism means that The olf women of both sexes whojthe heat produced out of the mate- fulminated against the flapper and|tials for the development of energy the night club were not really moral.!taken in is less than the average of at|that of mankind. ined : ing th a ee mined by putting the person al on arlileg in the nonin and with- out any breakfast, and then measur- ing the gaseous interchange in the lungs. By means of conversion tables this measurment is changed to a standard figure which is called the basal metabolic rate. The ordinary variation is from @ figure of minus 7 to plus 7. An occasional person ap- Parently quite healthful will have a figure as low os bee} fed Pee 25. Some people simp! ne ms duce less heat in their bodies than do others. * eR It has been found that basal me- tabolism during sleep at night is con- sistently lower than during the nor- mal waking hours. The observation is important because some people fall Daily Health Service BASAL METABOLISM HELPS DOCTORS IN DIAGNOSIS OF SOME DISORDERS Tests Show Rate Body Carries on Chemical Industry asleep while their basal metabolic rate is being determined. It seems likely also that under-nu- trition may be associated with a low- ered basal metabolic rate. Thus Dr. Bernard M. Jacobson has found that it is low in starvation, as, for exam- Ple, in professional fasters, and that @ low rate sometimes occurs also in people with diabetes who have been compelled to be undernourished. The chief incidence of: lowered basal metabolism seems to be asso- ciated with a question of thyroid de- ficiency. There are, however, other glands of internal secretion, such as the pituitary and the adrenal, which may be deficient in their activity and thereby produce a lowered basal me- tabolism. Lowered metabolism is also found in occasional cases of anemia and in nervous; disorders of the psychas- thenic type. The measurement of the basal metabolic rate is a significant test which means a great deal to the examining physician. Taken into as- sociation with the other observations that he makes of the general condi- tion of his patient, the basal me- siclan th speclal parts of the body sician ly to which he must direct his attention. an intimate acquaintance with mu- sical manuscripts. Jules Judels, who has been there almost 40 years, knows exactly where spear-bearers and other extras may be obtained on a few hours’ notice. His is one of the more colorful jobs at the Met, since there are ageren to get on the opera st abn their role. The spaghetti- and-red-ink parlors of the city are cluttered with gents who drive trucks or taxis and follow odd trades, yet, who live for that moment when they can stand in the last chorus line on the operatic stage. eee But to get along: Aimee Gerber, who gives out the pay envelopes, came from the old Grau Qpera Com- pany some 35 years ago; Bill Guard has been a press agent ever since he left the Times Building 20 years ago; for a quarter of a century Ja- cob Butcher has worried about the lights; and it was 20 years ago that Josev Novak began to fret himself about the theater's scenery; Tom Bull, who died about two years ago, had taken tickets at the entrance for| so many years that he knew every New York notable by first name and was, perhaps, the only public serv- ant allowed to address them as “Gus” and “Joe”; Hugh Brown, who has been there for 22 years, took his job; Dave Hayes, chief engineer, has 30 years of service; and then there are property men and engineers and| box-office folk of equal vintage. When it comes to matters of sar- torial temperament, no one in the theater has had greater experience than Filomena Pamgoni, the ward- robe mistress. She has been there 14 years. And for 26 years, Florence Morton has been answering phone calls in all languages. (Copyright, 1931, NEA Service, Inc.) it TODAY 9 IN % AnNEeARy i SINKING OF ‘CHAUNCEY’ On Nov. 20, 1917, the U. S. 58. Chauncey, a torpedo boat destroyer, sank, drowning 21 men following a collision with the transport Rose. Lieut.-Com. Walter E. Reno, STICKERS (3) “who was in command, and his two junior officers, Lieutenant Charles F. Wed- derburn and Ensign Harry G. Skin- ner, Jr., and 18 enlisted men were lost. The Chauncey was one of the old type of destroyers, completed in 1902. It displaced 420 tons. Its complement included 91 offi- cers and men, and for/several years before the war it had engaged only in coast defense service. Premier Lioyd-George of England, speaking before the American War Mission and the British war cabinet, said that the collapse of Russia and the reverses in Italy “make it even more imperative than before that the United States send as many troops as possible across the Atlantic as early as possible.” sxescued In Caribbean ‘Associated Press Photo Capt. Hewitt A. Waiter, 36, of the schoone with 10 of roe hee