Evening Star Newspaper, January 11, 1925, Page 68

HE jeweler fingered the brace- let lovingly. Archie Moffam inspected it searchingly, and wished that he knew more about these rummy little ob- Jects. Reggle van Tuyl yawned de- spondently., He had permitted Archie 0 lug him into this shop to help him select a birthday present for Lucllle, and he wanted to buy it and go. *Now this,” sald the jeweler, T geuld do at elght hundred and fifty &ollars." “Grad it,” murmured Mr. Van Tuyl Phe Jeweler eyed him approvingly— A man after his own heart—but Ar- chie looked doubtful. It was adl very well for Reggie to tell him to grab it in that careless way. Reggi8 was 4 dashed millionaire, but he himself was in an entirely different position it was only by what amounted to a olly miracle that was in a posi- tion to purchase jewelry at all. Dut of an absolutely blue sky he had Ye- celved, two or three days agdy present of $500 from an aunt in Fng- and. This, by thrift and enterprise— that is to say, by betting Reggle that the Glants would win the opening ¢ the series against the Pie had contrived, on the pre= to double. He was thus a thousand dollars fo? thday pr and it bes he got his that e sald pled Reggle van More th, eweler. n worth it,” amended the He took tnd d twiddled it thoughtfully can’t say fairer than that, ne, or two, as the case may ba¥’ frowned. “Oh, well; all right, m ar old jeweler. But it's rummy that so fearfully keen on these thingummies, isn’t it? I mean 't see what they see in and all that. Stil, jeweler, “ag you you take it with gou, 2" said Archie. racelet a Well, onc ~an He tt nem. ' § there it is, of “There,” said the say, it is. Wi A Archie reflected No—no. take it with m& The fact is, ou ow, my wife's coming back from the country tonight, and it's her birthday t orrow, sad the thing's for her, end if it wAs pop- ut tonight she see would sort of the s Besides,” sald Reggle, "going to the ball game this afternoon—might get pocket picked Yes; bet have it sent.” “Where shall I send. it, sir “Eh? Oh, shoot it along to Mrs. Archibald Moffam, at the Cosmopolls, Buzz it in first 18 tomorrow, The jeweler threw off the business manner and became chatty. “So you are going to the ball game? chould be an interesting contest.” Reggie van Tuyl took exception to this remark. Not a bit of it!” he said decidedly. No contest! Can’'t call it a contest. Walkover for the Pirat. 3 What absolute bally exclaimed “Look what did to them yesterday'” Yesterday isn't toda nes spo It rot!” Archie the Glants sald Reg- [ it'll be a jolly sight worse,” said Archie. “Loony Biddlell be pitching for the Giants today.” *“That's just what I mean. The Pi- rates have got his goat. Look what happened last time.” o e RCHIE understood, and his gener- ous nature chafed at the innuen- do. Loony Biddle—so-called by an affectionately admiring public as the result of certain marked eccentrici- tles—was beyond dispute the great- est left-hand pitcher New York had possessed in the last decade. ut there was one blot on Mr. Biddle's otherwise stainless escutch- eon. Five weeks before, on the oc- asion of the Glants' invasion of Pittsburgh, he had gone mysterious- Iy to piece: “I'm not saying,” continued Reggle, “that Biddle isn’t a very fair pitcher, but it's cruel to send him against the Pirates, and somebody ought to stop . Once a team gets a pitcher’s goat he's never any good against them 1gain. He loses his nerve.” Archie eyed his friend sternly “It seems to me, old companion,” he sald, “that a small bet is indicated at this juncture.” “Don’t want to take your money.” “You won't have to. In the cool twilight of the merry old summer evening, 1, friend of my vouth and companion of my riper years, shall be trousering yours.” ggie vawned ‘Well, just as you like, of course Double or quits on yesterday's bet, it that suits you.” or a moment Archie Firm as was his faith in Mr. Biddle's stout left arm, he had not intended to do the thing on quite this scale. That thousand doll of his was earmarked for Lucille’s birthday present, and he doubted whether he * hesitated. his hands decided him. Besides, the risk was negligible. Betting on Loony Biddle was like betting on the probable rise of the run in the east. “Right-o!" he said. ‘“Make it so, old friend.” Archie walked back to the Cosmop- olis. He hummed as he crossed to the cigar stand. The girl behind the counter welcomed him with a bright smile. It's a great day, Mr. Moffam.” “One of the brightest and best,” agreed Archie. “Could you dig me eut two or possibly three cigarettes of the usual description? I shall want something to cmoke at the game."” “You going to the ball game?” “Rather! Wouldn't miss it for a fortun 1y, you're getting to be quite the in’t you, now? “Wouldn't miss It,” repeated Archle earnestly, “for a bally fortune.” ASA “Absolutely no! Biddle pitching.” The girl laughe “Is he pitching Say, that feller’s a nut! him ‘Know him? Well, I'e seen him pitch and so forth.” “I've got a girl friend who's en- gaged to him.” 1oL, 5% that's frighttully interest- “It's funny about that guy,” said the cigar stand girl. “He's a nut. He's crazy about m'girl friend, y'’know, and whenkver they have a fuss it seems like he sort of files right off the handle.” “Goes in off the deep end, eh?” “Yes, sir! Why, the last time him and m'girl friend got to scrapping was when he was going off to Pitts- burgh to play in that series about a month ago. Well, m'girl friend's got a nice disposition, but she c'n get mad, and she just left him flat and told him all was over. And he went off to Pittsburgh, and when he started to pitch the opening game he just couldn’t keep his mind on his job— and look what them assassins done to him!" So this was the explanation of that mysterious disaster, that weird trag- edy which had puzzled the sporting press from coast to coa “Good Heavens! 1Is he often like that?" “Oh, he's all right when he hasn’t had a fuss with m'girl friend,” sald the cigar stand girl. es—but 1 say! fa Not with jolly old this afternoon? D'you know ‘What T mean to “Oh, I guess everything’s nice and emooth just now. I seen m'girl friend yesterday, and Gus was taking her to the movies last night. So I guess everything’s nice and smooth.” e NCOURAGED, Archie lunched with an untroubled mind. He then proceeded to the lobby. He observed that at the clgar stand, which ad- joined the coat and hat alcove, his friend behind the counter had become e'\pfi.’lgvd in conversation with another girl. This was a determined-looking young woman in a blue dress and a large hat of a flowery species. Archie happening to attract her attention, she gave him a glance out of a pair of fine brown eves. Then, as if she did not think mu¢h of him, turned to her companibn and resumed their conversation, which, being of an es- sentially private and intimate nature, she conducted In a ringing soprano which penetrated into every corner of the lobby. “Right from the start I seen he was in a ugly mood. You know how he gets, dearie. Chewing his upper 1ip and looking at you as if you were 20 much dirt beneath his feet. How was 1 to know he'd been shooting craps and had lost $15.55? And, any- way, I don't see where he gets a license to work off his grouches on me. And I told him so. I sald to him, ‘Gus,’ 1 gald, ‘if you can’t be bright and smiling and cheerful when you take me out, why do you:call around at all?” I said. Was I wrong or right, earie?” The girl behind the counter heartily tndorsed her conduct. “What happened then, honey? Well, after that we went to the movies."” Archle started convulsively. A mon- strous suspicion had begun to take root in his mind. “Well, We got good back seats, but well, you know how it s, once things start going wrong. You know that hat of mine, the one with the daisies and cherrles and the feather. I'd taken it oft and give it to him to hold when we went in, and what do you think that fell'r done? Put It on the floor and crammed it under the seat, just to save himself the troubls of holding it on his lap. And when I called him down, all he sald was that he was a pitcher and not a hatstand. Archie was paralyzed. His whole being was concentrated on this fright- ful tragedy which had burst upon him like a tidal wave. No possible room ought to risk it. Then the thought that the honor of New York was in STEPPED NIMBLY THE FIST CRASHED ARCHIE ASInT for doubt remained. “Gus” was the only Gus In New York that mattered, N « BY P. G. WODEHOUSE. ‘Archie Risks His All on the National Pastime. and this resolute and injured female before him was the Girl Friend, In whose slim hands rested the happi- ness of New York's base ball fans the destiny of the unconscious Giants, and the fate of his thousand dollars “Well, I didn’t say anything at the moment. It was n Adonis Bryant film, and, somehow, whenever 1 see him' on the screen nothing els seems to matter. 1 just get that gooey feeling, and couldn't start a fight it you asked me to.- S0 we go off to have a soda, and I said to him, “That sure was a lovely film, Gus. And, would you belleve me, he say straight out that he thought Adon! Bryant was a pill. A pil!” “He never! exclaimed cigar- stand girl. “Ho did, If I die the next minute. T wasn't more than half way through my vanilla and maple, but I got up without a word and left him. And I ain’t seen a sight of him since. So there you are, dearie! Was I right or wrong? The cigar-stand girl gave unquali- fied approval. “I am glad you think I acted right, dearie,” said the Girl Friend. “I guess I been too weak with Gus, and he's took advantage of it. I s'pose I'll have to forgive him one of these old days, but belleve me, it won't be for a week.” The cigarstand girl of a fortnight. “No,” sald the Girl Friend regret- fully. “I don’t belleve I could hold out that long. But if I speak to him Inside a week—well! Well, I gotta be golng off uptown to price some walsts. Good-bye, honey!” & e HE Girl Friend, walking with the firm and decisive steps which in- dicate character, made for the swing door leading to the street. And as she went the paralysis which had gripped Archie relaxed its hold. Darting in pursuit, he came upon the Girl Friend just as she was step- ping into an uptown car. He dropped 5 cents into the box and reached for a vacant strap. He looked down upon the flowered hat and rested his ear against the forearm of a long, strongly-built young man in a gray suit who had followed him into the car and was sharing his strap, and pondered. What he wanted to do was to point out to the injured girl all that hung on her. to restate her war aims and to pe suade her—before 3§ o'clock, when that stricken gentleman would be stepping into the pitcher’s box to loose off the first ball against the Pirates—to let bygones be bygon and forgive Augustus Biddle. But the problem was how to find the op- portunity to start. The Girl Friend now sought diver- slon by examining the faces of the upper strata of passengers. Her eve caught Archie’s in a glance of reco nition, and he smiled feebly, endeav- oring to register bonhomie and good will. He was surprised to see a startled expression come into her brown eyes. The next moment, the car having stopped to pick up more passengers, she jumped off and started to hurry acyoss the street Archie was momentarily taken aback. He followed her off the car with a sense that his grip on the affair was slipping. Preoccupled with these thoughts, he did not percelve that the long young man who had shared his strap had alighted, too. His eyes were fixed on the Girl Friend, who, having buzzed at a smart pace into Sixth avenue, was now legging it In the direction of the staircase leading to one of the stations of the elevated rallway. Dashing after her, he paid another nickel, and shortly afterward found himself suspended from a strap gazing upon the flowers on her hat. From another strap swayed the long young man in the gray suit The train rattled qn. Once or twice the girl seemed undecided whether to leave or remain. Finally she walked out of the car, and Archie, following,/| found himself in a part of New York strange to him. He glanced at his watch. He had lunched early, but so crowded with emotions had been the period following lunch that he was surprised to find that the hour w: only just 2 o'clock. The “discovery was a pleasant one. With a full hour before the scheduled part of the game much might be achieved. He hurried after the girl and came up with her just as she turned the cornmer into one of those forlorn side strests pop- ulated chiefly by children, cats, desul- tory loafers and empty meat cans, The girl stopped and turned. Archie smiled a winning smile. “I say, my dear, sweet Creaturel” he sald. “I say, my dear old thing—one moment!! s that s0?” said the Girl Friend. “I beg your pardon?” “Is that s0?” Archie began to feel certain tremors. Her eyes were gleaming and her de- termined mouth had become a perfect- 1y straight line of scarlet. It was going to be difficult to be chatty with this girl. “If-you could spare me a couple of minutes of your valuable time—'" #Say!” The lady drew herself up menacingly. “You tie a can to your- self and disappear. Fade away, or T'll call a cop! “My dear old soul,” said Archie, “you don’t understand.” “Don’t 17 I know your sort, trailing arbutus! the was in favor you ft | He wished to plead with her | “No, no! My dear old thing believe me, 1 wouldn't dream!” ““Are you going—or aren’t you?" “But, I say, llsten: I only want- ed— At this point, another voice spoke. Archle spun round. At his elbow stood a long, strongly bullt young man in a gray sult. “Well?" said this young man hastily. And he extended a large, freckled face toward Archie’s, It seemed to the latter, as he backed against the wall, that the young man's neck must be composed of India-rubber. It appeared to be growing longer every moment. Archie eyed him with a grow- ing apprehension. “I've had my eye on you,” said the young man. R RCHIE was frankly disturbed. He was no poltroon, but he hated and shrank from anything in the nature of a bally public scene. “What,” inquired the young man, shifting his left hand a little further behind his back, “do you mean by fol- lowing this young lady Archie was glad he had asked him. This was precisely what he wanted to explain, “My dear old lad—" he began. In spite of the fact that he had asked a question and presumably desired a reply, the sound of Archle's volce seemed to be more than the Young man could endure. It deprived him of the last vestiges of restraint. With a rasping snarl, he brought his left flst round in a sweeping semicircle In the direction of Archie's head. Archie was no novice in the art of self-defense. Ho had been watching this unpleasant young man’s eyes with close attention, and the latter could not have indicated his scheme of action more clearly if he had sent him a formal note. He stepped nimbly Inside: the fist crashed against the wall, and the young man fell back with a yelp of angulsh. “Gus!" screamed the Girl Friend. She flung her arms around the injured man who was ruefully examining a hand which, always of an out-size, Was now swelling to still further dimensions. “Gus darling!” A sudden chill gripped Archle. So engrossed had he been with his mis- sion that it had never occurred to him that the lovelorn pitcher might have taken It into his head to follow the girl as well, In the hope of putting in a word for himself. Yet such, appar- ently, had been the case. Well, this had definitely done it. Two loving hearts were united again In complete reconcillation, but a fat lot of good that was! It would be days before the misguided Loony Biddle would be able to pitch with a hand like that. And on that crippled hand depended | the fate of all the money Archie had in the world! With a heavy heart, Archie prepared to withdraw, to be alone with his sorrow. At this moment, however, the Girl Friend made a sudden dash for him with the plainest intention of blotting him from the earth. “No, 1 say! Really bounding backward. say—" In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opin- ion, achieved the maximum of thick- ness. To brawl with a fellowman ina public street had not been bad, but to be brawled with by a girl—the shot was not on the board. It was dashed undignified, no doubt, for a fellow to leg it in the face of the enemy. Archie started to run, and, as he did so, one of the onlookers made the mistake of gripping him by the collar. There is a time for all things. This was essentially not the time for any one of the male sex to grip the collar of Archie’s coat. There was a good deal of the onlooker, but It was all soft. Releasing his hold when Archie's heel took him shrewdly on the shin, he geceived a nasty punch in what would have been the midde of his walstcoat if he had worn one, and collapsed agalust the wall. Archle, with a torn coat, rounded the corner and sprinted down Ninth avenue. The suddenness of the move gave bim an initial advantage. He was haltway down the first block before the vanguard of the pursuit poured out of the side street With a loud and clamorous nolse. It was perfectly obvious—he was aware of this even in the novel ex- citement of the chase—that a chappie couldn’t hoof it at 25 miles an hour indefinitely along a main thorough- fare of a great city without exciting remark. He must take cover. He looked about him for cover. “You want & nice suit The small tailor, standing in his doorway, seemed In no way surprised at the spectacle of Archie, whom he had seen pass at a conventional walk some five minutes before, returning like this at top speed. He assumed that Archie had suddenly remembered that he wanted to buy something. * ok K K HIS was exactly what Archie had done. More than anything else in the world, what he wanted to do now was to get into that shop and have a long talk about gents’ cloth- ing. Pulling himself up abruptly, he shot past the small tailor into the dim_interior. “Something nifty in tweeds? in- quired the proprietor. “Or maybe, yes, a nice serge?” Archie wanted to talk about clothes, but not yet. sald Archie, T mean to “I say, laddie,” he said “lend me your ear for half a Jiffy. Outside the baying of the pack had become imminent. “Stow me away for & moment in the undergrowth and I'll buy anything you want.” The noise without grew in volume. “You done a murder?” inquired the proprietor. “Well, boys will be boys,” he said philosophically. “See any- thing there that you like? There's some sweet things there.” “I'm {nspecting them narrowly,” re- plied Archie. “If you don’t let those chapples find me I shouldn’t be sur- prised if I bought one.” “‘One? " sald the proprietor, a touch of austerity. “Two,” said Archie quickly. possibly three or six.” A heavy foot crossed the threshold of the shop. Say, uncle,” said “you seen a young here?” “‘Young feller?”” The proprietor appeared to reflect. “Do you mean a young feller in blue, with a Hom- burg hat?” “That's the duck! Where did he go?” “Him? Why, he came. running past, quick as he could go. He went around the corner at the bottom of the block.” There was a silence. “Well, I guess he’s got away,” sald the volice regretfully. “The way he was traveling,” agreed the proprietor, “I wouldn't be sur- prised if he was in Europe by this.” “This,” said the proprietor tran- quilly burrowing his way to where Archie stood and exhibiting a saf- tron-colored outrage which appeared to be a poor relation of the flannel family, “would put you back $50. And cheap!” “‘Fifty dollars?” “Sixty, 1 said. I don't speak ways distinct.” Archie regarded the distressing garment with a shuddering horror. “Honestly, old soul, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but that fsn't a suit—it's just a regrettable incl- dent.” he proprietor turned to the door. believe I hear that feller coming back,” he said. Archie gulped “How about trying it on?" he said, “That's the way to talk,” said the proprietor cordially. “You can't judge a sult, not a real nice suit like this, by looking at it. You want to put it on. There! Isn’t that a bargain at $70? be proud now! hurriedly, with “or a deep voice, feller run past We lost him. al- if she could see her boy * QUARTER of an hour later the proprietor, lovingly kneading a little sheaf of banknotes, eyed the heap of clothes which lay on the counter. Archie went out Into the street, and began to walk pensively down a now peaceful Ninth avenue. He felt alone and friendless in a rotten Why had he not been content with Why, say, your mother would | world. | A\ S N\ NN | i his wealth, instead of risking it on that blighted bet with Reggle? Why had he trailed the Girl Friend—dash ner! He might have known that he | would only make an ass of himself. And, because he had done so, Loony Biddle's left hand was out of action, and any chance the Giants might have had of beating the Pirates was gone—gone—as surely as that thou- sand dollars which should have bought & birthday present for Lu- cille. A birthday present for Luctlle! He groaned. She would be coming back tonight, wondering what he was go- ing to give her tomorrow. And when tomorrow dawned, all he would be able to give her would be a kind smile It seemed to Archie that nature, contrary to her usual custom of.in- difference to human suffering, was mourning with him. The sky was overcast and the sun had ceased to shine. And then something splashed on his face. On top of all his other troubles, ho would get soaked to the skin or have to hang about in some doorway. And then, suddenly, llke one of those flashes that were lighting up | coat was torn near the collar and that the gloomy sky, a thought lighted up Archie’s mind. “By Jove! If this keeps up, there won't be a ball game today.” He pulled out his watch. The hands pointed to five minutes of three. A blessed vision came to him of a moist and disappointed crowd recelving rain checks up at the Polo Grounds. “Switch it on, you blighters!” he cried, addressing the leaden clouds “Switch it on more and more!” PR HORTLY before 5 o'clock a young man bounded into a jeweler's shop near the Hotel Cosmopolis—a Young man who, in spite of the fact that his he oozed water from every inch of his drenched clothes, appeared in the highest spirits. It was only when he spoke that the jeweler recognized in the human sponge the immaculate vouth who had looked in that morning to order a bracelet. “I say, old lad,” said this young man, “you remember that jolly little what-not you showed me before Innch?” “The bracelet, sir? You wished me, “YOU DONE A MURDER?” INQUIRED THE PROPRIETOR. t it aside and send it te the Cosmopolis tomorrow " The young man tapped the jewele? earnestly on his substantial chest “What I wished and what I wish now are two bally separate and dash- distinct things, friend of my col days! Never put off till tomor= what you can do today, and al I'm 1 taking any more For others, a1a! Here are o the jolly old surely, to pu that ch yes; the doublo bracelet wet day obe hook his head. friend,” he said, “you're all Far otherwise and not a bit You've put your finger on the that spect, a life- sir, it's been, served t Arch “0ld wrong like it! one aspect of this blighted p.m deserves credit and y, in th perience o have I encountered a day so absolutely bally nearly every hape and form, but there was one thing that -saved It, and that was Its merry old wetness. Toodle-0o, lad- “Good-evening, s er. Rar time, | s said the jewel« (Copyright, 1825.) Woman Candidate for President, Proposed as World Council Aim WOMAN for President in 1928 and proof that an Eve and not an Adam was the first form of human life in the world. This is not a dream, but a slogan and a claimed historic fact, respectively, the first adopted and the second asserted by Mrs. Eliz- abeth Murray, who, as a representa- tive of the International Council of Women, serves as an official agent for 35,000,000 women throughout the world. The woman-for-President slogan is to be brought to light, it is indicated, at the quinquennial gathering of the International Council of Women in ‘Washington, D. C., next May. At that time Mrs. Murray, who has just re- turned to this country after a tour of the world in which she made a special study of the advancement of women in their respective countries, will undoubtedly bring the slogan before the delegates for their con- sideration and whatever action they may see fit to take. There are 15,000,000 women repre- sented by the International Council in the United States. Says Mrs. Murray, in giving rea- sons why a woman should be Presi- dent of the United Statesy “The males live at a loss, the more dis- ruptive processes tending to predomi- nate in their living matter. The fe- males, on the other hand, live at a profit, the constructive processes tend- ing to predominate in their lives. The male is specialized. He is spe- clalized to fighting.” Mrs. Murray claims that history and sclence prove that the first form of life was female, saying that science has long been convinced, and that she can offer proof that this applied also to the human race. “The man- concocted tale about the rib is to be broken down,” she says. Predicting the attitude of future historians, she say: “The promi- nence of the heroes of old is to be succeeded by the story of the real heroism of the woman. “The evidence is unmistakably that women are biologically striving for peace. Whether it {8 a humble mother who protected her infant from wild animals in caves or on the tree tops, and even from its father; or whether it is Hatshepsut, whom H. G. Wells calls the greatest ruler of Egypt. who kept her country out of war during her reign, and built indus- tries and created relations with other countries—though men historians give all pralse to her successor, ‘who kept his country pretty well in war all through his reign—or whether it is other women, it is always the woman who is striving for peace,” says Mrs. Murray. “In Japan there is the Sun God- dess, Amaterasu Ohmikami, and In most of the other countries it is said that woman was the origin of the race. Especially did anclent peoples associate the Creator of the world with woman because it is the woman who brings children into the world. It was only after they began to de- grade the position of woman that they commenced to degrade the func- tion of woman herself. We must, therefore, restore woman to her right place in order to restore the balance to the world. “When man's nervous state turns to irritability and violence it is the duty of the woman to come in with her loving philosophy and smooth out the difficulty. If woman neglects her duty, a continual state of war- ‘fare must ensue. Centuries of re- pression have kept woman from having any vision of her possibilities of knowledge of world affairs and she had no skill in organiaztion to out ® methods of repressing Thus says Mrs. Murray in making reference to the idea of & lasting world peace being brought about through women. Mrs. Murray, perhaps, first became known in this city when she visited here as & girl in her teens. At that A RECEPTIOIY_'G“;E N Susan B. Anthony, pioneer woman suffragist. Mrs. Murray was a State delegate to sthe National Suffrage Convention, the convention of the Daughters of the American Revolu- tion and the National Woman's Press Association. l\' OST of us have seen devices for “coring’”” apples, or, at least, have seen the apples themselves after the cores have been removed. It is oc- casionally necessary to remove the center in much the same way from a heavy stone column, and in some cases ‘the operation assumes the size and difficulty of an engineering feat. The object is to strengthen the col- umn by the insertion of an iron or steel beam. The strengthening is often a necessity in these days of crushingly heavy superstructures. A coring operation that is said to have been the most difficult on record was performed mot so long ago in Cali- fornta. Four high monolithic granite col- umns, each 18 feet long and 2 feet in dlameter, were successfully “cored” through thelr entire length. These handsome pillars are of uniform size from top to bottom and now inclose a powerful steel reinforcing I-beam. The pillars were quarried and shaped at the contractors’ quarry, more than a hundred miles from San Francisco. The difficult task of coring these long monoliths was also done at the quarry, more than two months being required to accomplish the work. Before the coring each pillar welgh- ed 16 tons, and afferward 8 tons, parting with half its welght. The drilling necessary to remove the cores was a marvel of accuracy and skill. The drilling was done from each end of the pillars, each hole penetrating nine feet—half the length. All these drill holes met exactly—no “Jogging.” When all the holes were drilled around the core a flat-edged drill was used Lo cut away the stone between the holes. stone connec- In 1922 Mrs. Murray started on a tour of the world, first as a delegate of the International Council of Wom- en, and second, to collect material for writing. She carried letters from President Harding, Secretary Hughes, and other leading statesmen, she said “Coring”’ Stone Columns plllars were cautiously hoisted by derricks, vertically, leaving the rag- ged cores standing in their places. An immense amount of drilling was required. Including all the drilling, there were 300 lineal feet required to each pillar, or 1,200 lineal feet for the four. The placing of these great cored columns over the steel I-beams proved a very critical piece of engineering. By rope swings the columns were hoisted to a vertical position. Xach pillar was then very carefully raised about 50 feet and slowly lowered over the beam. All this was done without the slightest accident. The monoliths were placed in position without being cracked, chipped or flawed. Both at the top and the bottom the steel structural beams were bolted to the ironwork of the building and all the space about them within the core was filled with cement. Engineers, architects and contract- ors all claim that these are the larg- est and longest monoliths in the world to recelve this treatment with perfect success. Many much smaller and lighter monolithic columns of granite, marble, sandstone and other stone have been cored, but nothing to compare with those mentioned. LA RRE A Shocked Elephant. 'HE wheels of four factories in Roubalx, France, were stopped from turning by the picketing of a circus elephant to an iron stake which had been driven into the ground so deeply that it touched the transmission cable. And the elephant did not like {t, either, but the shock ting China, Egypt, Japan, E ropean countries, Mexico and other lands, she had many novel experi- ences on her trip. Proof that Dr. Sun Yat-sen, the first President of China, was alive instead of dead, as reported last August, was given by Mrs. Mur- ray. She also had the distinction of Dbeing the first writer to interview Dr. Sun following his illness last Summer. Mrs. Murray speaks with enthu- slasm of the progress made by the women of the Philippines, but regret: the backwardness of the women of China and several other countrles. However, she says there is a general advancement among women through- out the world.