Evening Star Newspaper, July 27, 1924, Page 61

Stephen Leacock Pictures Every Man and His Friends, and Tells About the Thoughts That Pass Through the Mind, but Never Are Turned to Words. |+ | Views on His Bmployer. MEAN man. I say it, of course, without any projudice and without the slightest malice. But the man is mean. Small, T thtak, s the word. Y am not thinking, of course, of my own salary. It is not a matter that I wouiG care to refer to, though, as a murter of fact, one would think that after fifteen years of work an appli- tion for an increase of $500 is the kind of thing that any man ought to be glad to meet half way. Not that I bear the man any malice for it. Nome. If he died tomorrow, no one would regret his death ae genuinely as I would. If he fell into the river and got drowned, or if he sot burned to death in a gas explo- aan, T should feel genuinely sorry. But what strikes me more than the man's smallness is his Incompetence. It's not a thing that I would say out- side. As a matter of fact, I deny it every time 1 hear it, though every man in town knows it. How that man ever got the position he has is more than I can tell. And as for holding it, he couldn’t hold it half a day if it weren't that the rest of us in the office do practically everything for him. Why, I've seen him send out letters (I wouldn't say this to any one out- side, of course, and I wouldn't like to have it repeated)—letters with, actu- ally, mistakes in English. Think of it, in English! Ask his stenographer. 1 often wonder why I go on work- ing for him. There are dozens of other companies that would give any- thing to get me. Only the other day- 1t's not ten years ago—I had an offer (practically an offer) to go to Siam selling Bibles. 1 often wish now I had taken it. T believe I'd like the Siamese. They're gentlemen, the Si- amese. They wouldn't turn a man down after slaving away for fifteen years. T often think T'll quit him. I say to my wife that that man had better not provoke me too far, or some day I'l just step Into his office and tell him exactly what I think of him. I'd like to. I often say it over to myself in the street car coming home. He'd better be careful, that's all. Partaer at Bridge. 'HE man is a complete jackass. How a man like that has the “THE FIRST THING I KNEW, THE WHOLE LOT OF THEM WERE LISTENING TO AN INSUFFERABLE BORE.” nerve to sit down at a bridge table I don't know. I wouldn’t mind if the man had any idea—even the faintest idea—of how to play. Three times I signaled to him to throw the lead into my hand and he wouldn't I knew that our only ghost of a chance was to let me do all the playing. But the poor fish couldn’t see it. He even had the supreme nerve to ask me what I meant by leading diamonds when he had sig- naled that he had none. 1 couldn’t help asking him as po- litely as I could why he had dis carded my signal for spades. He had the gall to ask in reply why I had overlooked his signal for clubs in the second hand round—the very time, mind you, when I had led a three spot as a sign to him to let me play the whole game. I couldn’t help say- ing to him at the end of the evening, in a tone of such evident satire that any one but an utter boob would have recognized it, that I had seldom had as keen an evening at cards, But he couldn't see it. The irony of it was lost on-him. The mutt merely said, quite amiably and un- consciously, that he thought I'd play a good game presently. Me! I gave him a look, just one 100; as|h 1 went out! But I don't think he saw it. He was talking to some one else. 0 what principle that woman makes up her dinner parties is more than human brain can devise. Mind you, I like going out to dinner. But I like to find myself among peo- ple that can talk—good, general con- versation—about things worth talk- ing about. Yet among a crowd of numbskulls what can you expect? You'd think that even society people would be interested, or pretend to be, in real things. But not a bit. I had hardly started to talk about the rate of exchange on the franc in relation to sterling bills—a thing that you would think a whole tableful of peo- ple would be glad to listen to—when, first thing I knew, the whole lot of them were listening to an insuffer- able bore (I forgot his name). He was an aviator, and was golng on and on about some fool trouble with a fool engine over some fool volcano crater. 1 felt that the whole thing was out of taste, and tried in vain in one of the pauses to give a lead to my host- ess by referring to the prospect of a shipping subsidy bill going through to offset the register of alien ships. But she was too utterly dense to take it up. She never even turned her All through dinner that bird Hosteas at Dinner. talked—he and that silly young actor they're always asking there that is perpetually doing imitations of the vaudeville people. That kind of thing may be all right —tor those who care for it; I frankly don’t—outside & theater. But to my mind the idea of trying to throw people Into spasms of laughter at a dinner table is simply execrable taste. I cannot see the sense of peo- ple shrieking at dinner. I have, I suppose, a better sense of humor than most people. But to my mind & hu- morous story should be told quietly and slowly—in a way to bring out the point of humor and to make it quite clear by preparing for it with proper explanations. But with people like that I find I no sooner get well started with a story than some idiot breaks in. I had a most amusing experience the other day—that is, about fifteen years ago, at a summer hotel in the Adirondacks—that one would think would have amused even a shallow job-lot of people like those. But I had no sooner started to tell it—or had hardly done more than to de- scribe the Adirondacks in a general way—than, first thing I knew, my hostess—stupld woman—had risen and all the ladies were trooping out. As to getting In a word edgeways with the men over the cigars—per- fectly impossible! They're worse than the women. They were all buzzing around the infernal aviator, who'd now run on to telling about flying over Belgium during the war. I tried in vain to get their attention for a minute to give them my impressions of the BeJglan peasantry (during my visit there in 1885), but my host sim- ply turned to me for a second and sald, “Have some more port?’ and was back again listening to the asi- nine aviator. And when we went upstairs to the drawing room I found myself. to my disgust, side-tracked in a corner of the room with that supreme old shriveled prune of a professor—their uncle, I think, or something of the sort. In all my life 1 never met a prosier ma He bored me blue with long accounts of his visit to Serbia and his impressions of the Serbian peasantry in 1875. 1 should have left early, but would have been too noticeable. The trouble with a woman like that is that she asks the wrong people to her parties. (Copyright, 1924. it | of Ming Dynasty. D. C, JULY 27, 1924—PART Toga's Exfierr'encs at Peki'ng Descriged by Wallace Irwin in Letters o/ a ]afianese 3c7mn7bay— Chinese Music Inspires Violent Language. A To Editor The Star: EAREST SIR: No soonly had I blewed into Peking in a storm of sand from the Mongolian Desert than what I see awaiting me at Hotel? A Chinese Philosopher, by golly! He were a nice friend of a nice Man- darin gentleman of who I got dearly thick in Shanghal, and this Philoso- pher say he were willing to quit his bankifg business & show me the sights and scenarios of Peking. When T told him T would make him tired” he say Yes. That might be true. But there was many sights of his home town which he would like see himself, and what better oppor- tunity than show it to Ignoral strangers? I tell him Yes. Consider- able New Yorkers would never see Coney lIsland & Goddus of Liberty If not visited by relatives from Rome, Georgia. That Chinese Philosopher went to bed the day I left Peking. Other- wisely he would be walking vet. Through 5 rude days of intellectual rubbernacking, he remain gentile & sweet until I commence loving him 50 muchly that I might took him to Japan If not afraid of jail. This Chinese Philosopher, Mr. Edi- tor, are very oldy fashion gentleman He say that trouble with Chinese Republick are that it are being run by Youngsters who think they are Americans because they put on derby hats. Let them go ahead, he say so, until they break their foolish noses on their patent leather shoes. From him I learn so muchly about Peking that several bones in my brain are loose and aching. Setting in your office, Mr. Editor, suffering from reporters, printer strikes & other calamities, I do not think you have ever saw anything like this ancient city with all its dust, grandeur & complications. In first place I shall tell you how get to Peking without a map. Select any spot in the Mongolian Desert & let the wind blow you there. You will approach in a cloud which, in addi- tional to dust, contain the following articles: * Mongol camels with Angora hair. Chinese soldiers coming back to Peking for find out when pay day is, if e Manchu princes in Fords. Buddhist priests on bisercles. Chinese beauties with baby shoes “THEN I HEAR A CAT.” on the place where their feet used to be. To get into Peking you go through a wall. There are more walls around Peking than around residence of Hon. Hen Ford, Detroit. That Chinese Philosopher tell me that Emperors used to build walls to keep out the Generals & Generals used to build walls to keep out the Emperors. Re- sult of this are that Pekifig are so well protected that European Powers (including Japan) can now live therc and steal without fear of arrest or pussecution. * % * * R. EDITOR, I wish you would come to Peking some Satdy when you wish to escape. See China first. That are my motta. Think of such a place! Just by hoisting your- self to 5th floor of Hotel de Peking you can squirt your eyes straight across the grandified glory of that Forbidden City, home of rulers who no longer rule, emperors who no longer emp. Await till Hon. Sun come to throw up his beams over 8 or 19 miles of goldy roofs, made en- tirely of crockery just like a fash- ionable soup-dish with china devils chasing themselves up & down pow- erfully in artistic places! Then, if you can squeeze such a large por- trait in your brain, think something more astonishing. Think how each one of those palaces cost more than a State Capitol Bldg with o. k. of late Senator Penrose! If you do not ‘aint after that, there is no hope. Hon. Chinese Philosopher tell me that the Forbidden City are not half so forbidding as it were 15 yrs. of vore when Hon. Empress Dowager used to chop off tongues of her loving subjects to remind them that they shouldn’t throw bottles in the Im- perial Dynastic Goldfish Pond. To- day happy republickans are doing that prank very jolly, while carrying babies, fteas, photo supplies & other innocent amusements including picknick lunch right up to Throne Room Steps & around the Lake of Frightful Blessed- ness, where they can eat' pie-kow sandwiches comftbly on shadow side of a pagoda built 500000000 yrs back by Mr. Ming, an emperor. Since those Manchu Tyrants got chased off from China there has been lots of good feeling and bad house- keeping. In Most High Temple of the Winter Palace sets the great Goild Buddha, looking sort of Tammany Hall with one (1) black eye what the Dept. of Publick Works will patch up some day, maybe, when they borra back what the Committee or Gold Mines of the Philippines Worked by Igorots and Americans BY FRANK G. CARPENTER. ANTAMOK, P. L OLD in the Philippines' Yes! Gobs of {t! Rich veins of quartz that run through the mountains, placer mines on the edge of the sea worked up by dredgers, and prospects that show that gold exists scattered over the {slands from the Babuyan Channel, at the north of Luzon, to the center of Jolo, within gunshot of Borneo. I have before me the eco- nomic map of the Philippines recently published by the Bureau of Commerce and Industry. The gold lodes and placers are marked with red circles with a cross in the center. I find them all over the islands; in some places long distances apart and others so close together that they might have been peppered out of a shaker. Gold was known to exist in the islands more than a thousand years before they were visited by Magellan. There are sald to be records of it in the third century A.D., and during the past 300 years there have been numerous mines operated by natives, Spaniards, British and Americans. The Spaniards carried gold in their alleons from here across the Pacific. They toted it over Mexico to the At- lantic, and across that ocean to Spain. 1 heard many stories of gold when 1 was here 25 years ago. The soldiers washed it out of the streams here and there. Gen. Fred Grant told me how one Capt. Pardie found five gold flakes in a handful of gravel, and near Vigan the soldiers found the Chinese buying bamboo tubes of gold dust and nuggets from the Igorots at 20 pesos an ounce. At that time an officer described a rosary of gold nuggets that came from the Negritos. The gold was of a light yellow color; it evidently came from a placer. The nuggets were of virgin gold and the smallest was as big as a pea. Holes had been drilled through the nuggets.and they were strung on a silk cord. This man said that the Negritos picked the gold out of clear mountain streams, and that they had no other methods of mining. The Antamok Valley and the Benguet Consolidation—A Mine That Yields $100,000 a Month—Igorots and Ilocanos as Miners—The Gold of the Head-Hunters—How the Savages Work the Slides of the Mountains—Modern Gold Factory—Weighing an Eye Winker—Sir Francis Drake’s Galleon With Sails of Silk—Interesting Failures of Gold Getting in the Far East. Gen. Bates, who was then conquer- ing the Moros on the Island of Min- danao, had many reports of gold from that region. The chief washings were in the Surigao Peninsula, which, on the map I have mentioned, has numerous red circles with crosses, showing the placers. Gen. Bates found gold in the hands of the petty sultans and dattos, who sold it to foreigners. The amount of alluvial gold mined there leads to the belief that there must be quartz lodes in Mindanao. ‘There are placer mines in a half dozen places on the Island of Min- doro, and there isean old" placer re- glon within 150 miles of Manila, on the eastern coast of Luzon, where the gold is washed down from the adjacent hills to a tract of river flats. Some Californians and New Zea- landers have been getting out this gold with dredges, and they are now dredging in from the coast and washing the soil. The gold is coarse, and melted down it brings $18 per ounce. The map shows the existence of both placer and lode mines in Camarines Norte, and there are ‘nu- merous placers In Luzon back from the east coast farther north. Suc- cessful mines have been operated also on the Island dof Masbate. For some years the annual gold output of the Philippines has been worth more than $1,000,000. All this is prellminary to fresh information I have as to the rich gold regions of northern Luzon. I am writing in the Antamok Valle which, roughly speaking, is 200 miles north of Manila, and by the Benguet road about 25 miles from the sea. I am in a canyon about a thousand feet under a macadamized highway, and the mountains about me are pep- “THE BENGUET GOLD MINE IS ONE OF THE MOST MODERN AND BEST PAYING MINFS IN THE PHILIPPINE ISLANDS, IF NOT IN THE WORLD. IT IS OPERATED BY AMERICANS, BUT THE LABOR 1S PERFORMED BY 700 IGOROTS AND ILLOCANOS.” pered with white monuments, each)car of ore has just come to the sur- marking a mine, %% f I HAVE just gone through the mills of the Benguet Consolidated, a company of American capitalists, all residents of the Philippine Islands, which within eight years has taken out in the neighborhiod of $5,000,000 in gold. The mine is now ylelding $100,000 a month. It has now a quar- ter of a million tons of ore in sight, the estimated value of which is about $5,000,000. The mine is a closed cor- poration, most of the stock being owned by a few American citizens who Ilve in Manila. It is operated by Americans, but the labor consists of 700 Igorots and llocanos. During my stay I have talked with the American miners, and watched the naked Igorots as they dug out the ore. I have gone through this mine and its milla with Oscar L. Ket~ tenbach, its superintendent, and have learned a little of the enormous pos- sibilities that seem to be lying dor- mant in this part of the world. From the ground, above which I am writ- ing, for eight years they have been taking out ore that runs §15 and up- ward per ton, and for four years the ore ran almost $20 per ton. All around me I can see the abandoned holes of the Igorots, the former head- hunters who have been working this region for ages, and I am told there are hundreds of them mining here and there all over these mountains. The gold is scattered, but in this Ben- guet district, Mr. Kettenbach says, there is a belt sixty miles long and four or five miles in width so highly mineralized that if it were in the United States every square foot of it would be pegged, and the region about would be covered with prospectors. I asked Mr. Kettenbach to tell me something of the mining as done by the natives. He replied: “You can see it for yoursélf by going a few miles over the hills. Their mines are scat- tered about everywhere, Many of them follow the slides. We have here torrential rains that start half a mountain sliding, and the natives move on from year to year. They are much like the slides at the Pan- ama Canal. As the earth moves, the bedrock is laid bare, and the Igorots go over it searching for gold. They look for the rich veins and follow them back into the hills, making tun- nels that are often so small that they have to crawl in. They go in head first, and sometimes back out with a hat ful} of the richest gold ore. They break down the rocks into bits, crush them with a little stone roll working on a flat stone, much after the fashion of primitive grain grind- ing, and then wash out the gold in 2 pan made of bark. Both women and men work at the crushing and washing. The free gold and dust that they get they put into glass bottl or tubes of bamboo and bring it to the merchants for sale.” . Many of the Igorots are now using American mining tools. They have ingenfous ways also of breaking the rock by making fires on the velins, ang they mine hydraulically by dam- ming streams near the top of a hill and letting the water sluice the earth down. In many places there are caves made by these Igorot workers. ~ * % % UT come with me and go down into the mine and see how these semi-savages dig out gold for the Americans. We climb up a shaft house and enter & small elevator with barely emough room for three to squeese in and stan'd upright. A steel face. Engineer Kettenbach gives the sig- nal by pulling a cord outside the ele- vator, and we drop slowly down into the darkness. At the first level Is a machine shop where half-naked Igo- rots are working with tools. We continue to descend, and at the sec- ond level see half a dozen brown men, clad only in geestrings, their bare backs and legs sprinkled with the falling water that sweeps through the earth. They are as busy as the dwarfs of the mountains getting out the gold. Finally we reach level E. We are now 400 fect below the surface. We can hear the rushing of water, and looking down see a torrent racing along at our feet. We leave the ele- vator and walk for a half mile along the railway through the heavily tim- bered tunnels. On both sides of us and above us are pine beams eight inches square. The earth presses in with great force, and only the strong- est of timbers can maintain tho tun- nels. Now we are where the Igorots are working. Mr. Kettenbach showed us the main veln. It looks much like dirty rock salt. It is very rich, but there is no sign, no glint of gold. Nevertheless, the ore averages $48 a ton. Farther on s another vein a half yarg wide. The gold seems to Queer Wells. 'ELLS that draw in air at certain times and blow it out at others have been observed in many places. From time to time one of these curi- osities is “discovered” anew, and if the discoverer is a careful observer he soon finds that the cause is baro- metric. The “blowing” or “whistling” well connects with a subterranean reservolr of air which is compressed when the outer air becomes heavy and expands again when it grows light. Certain of these wells situated in the canton of Geneva, Switzerland, have been scientifically Investigated. These wells are considered by the inhabitants as very exact forecasters of the weather. When the wells blow out air, it is a sign that rain is to follow, and when air is drawn in, it is & sure indication of fine weather. Since the Swiss wells are covered with & flat stone having a hole in it, according to the custom of the re- gion, it is easy to observe the direc- tion which is taken by the current of air. Observers installed upon one of the wells a pressure gauge, and thus learned some interesting things about the air currents They found that such a well is very seldom iIn a state of equilibrium. It blows out when the barometer falls, and sucks in air when it rises. These wells lie in strata of alluvial gravel covered with vegetable earth which ‘is quite or nearly impervious to water. It is therefors thought that owing to the spaces which exist between. the stones of the gravel, these strata of gravel form a res- ervoir of great capacity in which water eirculates, and that the water of the well is forced into the cavities when the atmospheric pressure is heavy, and it leaves them when the pressure is light. The effect of these movements is thus felt within the well, inasmuch as the latter forms the conneoting point with the outer air. This phenomenon may be said to have a considerable analogy with the emission of gases by certain hot springs, to caves where a current of air circulates on the ground, to the variations in the flow of springs and other phenomena of a like nature. l run in streaks a few feet apart, re- taining its value for long distances. The tunnel in which we are walking is a half mile long. Now we step to the side of the track—a steel car filled with ore Is coming over the railway. It is pushed to the shaft by Igorots and carried by machinery to the crushers above. The miners look weird as they dig out the rock, clad only in loin cloths and caps, in which each has a candle. Returning to the surface, we take a walk through the mills. Here the machinery is as fine and up to date as that of any gold mine in the United States, for the plant is operated after the most modern methods. The ore is a mixture of white, gray and pink quartz and iron sulphide, diorite and clay, and the treatment consists of crushing ang stamping the rock in a cyanide solution and grinding it to a powder that will pass through a hundred-mesh screen. It is ground in mills, where loose steel balls as big as your first rub against it, and in great rollers filled with pebbles of smaller size. All this is done in a cyanide solu- tion, which sucks the gold out of the dust into itself just as water sucks salt. After the ore has been turned to a flour it goes into vats almost as big around as a city gas tank, filled with this same cyanide, and there is stirred by machinery for the spaee of nine days. By this time all the £old has left the flour and been taken up by the cyanide. The next process is to get the gold out of the water and cyanide. This is done with zinc dust. The gold, which left its old love, the q 1z and joined the cyanide, now meets a new love in the zinc, and as the solu- tion flows on it leaves the solution and clings to the tiny zinc particles. Soon the gold Is all on the zinc, and that metal has only to be melted to get the gold out. This, in brief and in the rough, is the process. But it gives no concep- tion of the enormous machinery. The mills rise one above the other, climb- ing the hill from the valley high over the river to the height of a fifteen- story bullding. The ore is carried from the mine to the top and it falls by gravity through the various processes. The crushers and grinders and all the machinery seem to be built like a watch, and the work is done with exactness. Fifteen or more assays of the ore going through are made every day. I watched the chemists in the laboratory making their tests, which are so delicate that some of the scales used will weigh the hair of a baby. In fact, to test them I pulled out one of my eye winkers, and lald it on the brass balance. It weighed three-tenths of a milligram, so little that, as Mr. Kettenbach and 1 figured it, it would take 32,000 simi- lar hairs to equal one ounce. The scales will weigh a pencil mark on a sheet of note paper, and the amount of gold extracted is known to a frazzle. With all this care they are able to recover about 93 cents in every dollar’s worth of gold in each ton of ore. They could get more, but the extra cost of operation would be more than the profit. * % ok % AFTER the £old is melted to bul- lion, it is cast into gold bricks of 250 ounces each. Such a brick is just about as big as the ordinary one used Tn building a house. It is one-fourth silver, and one-half gold, the rest be- Ing of the baser metals. Kach brick is worth about $2,500. It is shipped by registered mail to San Francisco, where it is refined and turned to com- mercial or artistic uses. The hours are eight or nine daily. The miners who work underground get sixty-elght cents of our money per day, and those in the mills have an average that is two cents in addition. This is a little above the ordinary wages pald in the region, and as to the American workmen, they receive much more than they could make at home. Moreover, every Igorot and Tlocano has to have a ration of one quart of rice every day. Iam told that the natives make efficient miners from a Far Eastern standpoint, but the out- put of ten of the men underground is not more than equal to that of one sturdy conscientious American. In closing this letter 1 would say that it might pay some one to investi- gate the old Spanish records. The co- lonial government kept careful account of all its mining operations, and for a long time after the discovery of the | Philippines by Magellan a large per- centage of all the gold mined went to the King of Spain. According to these records, the mines at Mabulo once pro- duced one thousand ounces of gold per week, an amount that would be worth $20,000. These mines were worked by the natives before the Spaniards came, and in iater years they were in the hands of an English syndicate. But the English could not get the natives to co-operate with them, and their min- ing was unsuccessful. Foreman, who is one of the best authorities on the history of these islands, estimates that $1300,000 was spent in vain in mining experiments of one kind or another. When the Spaniards took possession of the islands they found considerable gold that they sent home in the shape of gold bracelets, chains, and orna- ments. Two of their ships were cap- tured by Sir Francis Drake, and the *“IN MANY PLACES IN THE PHILIPPINE ISLANDS THE LAND IS UNDERLAID WITH GOLD.” OSCAR KETTENBACH, SUPERINTENDENT OF THE BENGUET MINES, EXPLAINING TO THE LATE FRANK G. CARPENTER THE “INSIDE WORKINGS” OF A GOLD MINE, | < booty was so great that Dmake, they say, going over to China was able w fit out his vessels with silken sails and silk ropes, and thus sailed into London. Ourpenter's World Travels. —_— Platinum and Diamonds. T is agreed that the diamond is nc only displayed more advantage- ously in a platinum than in a gold mounting, but also is more secure if set in the first mentioned of these two most precious of the metals. As to the chances of loss being reduced to a minimum by platinum, it has been found from a chain of alter- nating links of gold and platinum that & few years sufficed to wear the gold links through, while the platinum links to all appearances remained as perfect as when first re- ceived. As to display, experts hold that peculiar properties of platinum are eminently adapted to bring out tho snap and fire that are the life of the diamond. These should not be counteracted or hindered in any w. they say, and that it is the best mounting, therefore, which aids them and thus guarantees their best ef- fects. Platinum, moreover. is a non-tar- nishing metal. It is not affected by atmospheric conditions and holds its whiteness for all time. Not even high-quality gold, of course, is non- tarnishable. The platinum-mounted gems are ever ready for the wearer, requiring little, if any, special clean- ing month in and month out, while gold takes on a sorry looking color after being worn only a short time. A study of the light-refracting qualities of the diamond shows that the color of the mounting at the girdle of the stone, where the metal and gem gome in contact, determines very appreciably what the prevail- ing hue of the diamond will be. The white of the platinum contact stimu- lates the native brilliance of the dia- mond, the yellow of the gold tinges it with its own hue and dulls it Moreover, so the argument continues, the white of the platinum helps to soften when it does not overcome tho yellowness of an inferior diamond, While the yelowness of gold serves to intensify the inferior diamond’s poor shading. Platinum, of course, would not be moro expensive than gold if it did not have superior qualities, and sultability for diamond settings is one of them, just as gold is not so much more expensive than silver without very good reasons and on down the line to the base metals. But the setting need not be all platinum. There is what is called the platinum-tipped setting which reduces the cost of platinum setting considerably without sacrifico of any of the advantages. This result is produced by buckling and.soldering a plece of platinum on the ends of *he prongs in such a Way as to M- sure permanency of the platinum, as well as to give the stone the proper color influence whero most needed, namely, at the girdle or point of ontact. Cupyright. 1923 the =0 What'’s in Sea Food? OME interesting expertments have recently been made as to the con- tent of sea foods. ' Dr. Donald K. Tessler of the United States Bureau of Fisheries has found that oysters. clams and lobsters are rich in fodine, containing approximately 200 thwas as much as beefsteak or milk, while the shrimp contains about 100 times as much. These results should be of the greatest significance in re- glons where goiter is endemic. Mme, Randolin, chlef of the French Insti- tute of Food Hygiene, reported re- cently to the Academy of Science of Paris that oysters are a preventive and a quick and certain cure for scurvy. This is due to their high vitamine conteat. .