Evening Star Newspaper, August 2, 1925, Page 73

I BY NINA WILCOX PUTNAM. S Lenin, the Russian leader wio made conservatives out of such a lot of we Americans, o€ once said at Coney Island, “There are as good fish in the seu as ever came out of it and more mermaids on the beach than ever go into (2% And amy one can see how true ta is, as I was saying to George, that's my husband, only the other evening, aftar we come home from an outing with G.at Sea Bush of the Hawthorne Club and his % and their Jr. Tt was during one o: them hot spells that Mabel Bush called me up in the morning and she says say dear what we all go swimmil& tomorrow. says, it'll be Sunday and we can take our husbands. sons, and bathing and go down to the beach. And fine, where'll we go? ~And she says how about Winerschnitzels Ca- where they have them good hot And I says that’s a idea, then we won't have to take any lunch, but are you sure Joe will go? And she say if there ain't any Sunday dinner the house which there won't be, you betcher life he'll go. So I says fine, dear, and hung up Well, being admittedly a female woman, the first thing I thought of what'll 1 wear? I was consider- not alone street clothes, but bath- ing ones as well, and so I went and zive a look at our suits to see was they in shape to go on our shapes, be- cause this would be our first dip of son George's suit was in pretty good condition. Of course the model was old, it was made in two parts, with trunks that was a wardrobe in themselves. Some bathing suits have & shrinking disposition and the more You wear them, the more they go back on you. But this one of George's was the other way around. It had grown with age, until several people could easy have worn it at the same time. Then of course the color wasn't so ®ood any more. It was kind of a light black with dark white bands running quietly around the bottom of the par Also our family moths had tried it as a entree, but give up after a few bit Maybe it was too salty for them. But it could be worn, in fact it was considerably worn already. T felt that Geo. might as well make out with if—make out like he pre- ferred it to a new -one. When I come to examine Junior's suit, it passed. Its marks averaged about eighty but most of them would come out with a little gasoline, and I figured well, what's the use buying him a new one, he will only get it destroyed playing in the water, if this one fits him he may as well use it up. e SO I put one foot on the pants, and pulled it with both hands until T had a eight, instead of a seven yr. size, and then I got out my own last year's suit and it was a sight! Ot course the silk was perfectly sound, in fact you could still hear it rustle. 1 look it over for holes, but the only ones I could find was for the arms and legs. But the style was something terrible. Anybody could tell at a glance it was a last season's model, and besides, all my friends had seen it simply hundreds of times. Naturally T wouldn't care to wear it again on any conditions or beaches, especially when I remembered what Mabel Bush had done at other outings. For a sample, there was the time the four of us, T and Geo. she and Joe, stayed over night at Kamp Korn Kob up in the Lumpi Mountains’and the next day, when the boys come back from fly fishing with a wonder- ful catch, they being simp with black flies, well anyw they come back the da tempers both was hot, and so we thought we would go crashing through the underbrush in the wild- wood to a nice river that ran swiftly past the Kamp for fear somebody would try and make it stop there. Well. this being a rustic trip, the four of us had agreed old clothes was the only thing, and I and Geo. taken this agreement literally. So when At come to bathing suits, why I wore a rough and ready rig I made myself out of a few door mats which I found laying around the house. The “welcome” had wore off them, but otherwise they was too good to throw out, so I run them up into a bathing suit which was plenty good enough for that outing But with ‘Mabel, things was quite to the other hand. She come down dressed in a French model green chif- s, when and their covered | “BELIEVE YOU ME, SOMETJMES T cCouLD KLLL THAT WOMAN.” fon bathing suit trimmed with ermine, and she certainly had a lovily swim— through the air, trying to escape the mosquitoes. 1 personally myself en- joyed the water very much that day on account the door mat suit helped to keep me and the bick rocks on ahe bottom of the river from getting too clubby. But the 2 men never even went in, they was so busy admiring Mabel, or her nerve, or something, while she sat on a rock and yodled sweet nothings to them. That was as near as she come to being a Lorelei, on account she never even got her feet wet. Then there was another time when we was all at the Hotel Soakem on Lake Mudby and Geo. got to feeling where all them poor little water spi- ders and cute little leeches must be awful lonesome out on that great big pond. So he decided it was our moral duty to amuse them and made us put on our bathing suits and go out and play with them. That lake needed weeding badly, and if it had been watered more fre. quently, why that wouldn't of hurt it none either, the water already in it looked to me like it had been there a long long time. So 1 says to Mabel, say Mabel, I ain’t gonner wear my new white serge suit into that tub, leave us put on our worst old suits, then if we are drowned it won't matter so much. And Mabel says yes dear, that's a good notion, I'll put on the worst suit I have. e ELL naturally after that I went upstairs into our room, No. 13, and into my suit, which was an old one of junior's that had outgrown him. T had every confidence in what Mabel had said, and confidence turned out to be right, it-was a regular confidence game. When I came down stairs, there was Mabel in the loveliest red taffeta slipon with shoes to match her suit and a nerve to match her parasol frame, which was steel. Well of all things, Mabel, I says, indignant as seven minks, I thought You was gonner put on your worst bathing suit, do you mean to tell me that is {t? And Mabel says well dear I ain’t got but the onme! And she had a grand swim that time, too—a swim in jazz music, on account there was a band on the pier that afternoon and she was so busy dancing that the only thing <he wot wet was her throat, drinking 1°p between the music. Well, Hot Bozo! after a coupla times like that, why I wasn't gonner take any chances on Mabel. So when I and her agreed where our rsptv. husbands was take us and the kids to the shore Sunday, I didn't hesitate. I grabbed my purse, hat, and the first car to town, although it was pretty near ten in the A.M. of the morning and net a dish washed. And then, before I knew it, as the saying goes, meaning as soon as I knew it, I was in the bathing suit dept. of the Emporium. Well, in the good old days when it was easy to tell the wild flowers from the wall flowers, the choice of bathing suits wasn't so much. You could have a snappy black mohair trimmed with bows of the seme and cotton stockings to match, but of course that was real daring, hardly ladylike, in fact. The avernge girl merely accepted the conventional dark blue flannel with a sailor collar trimmed in narrow white braid, feel- ing sure that even her father wouldn't object to it. especlal'y if no young men was present on the beach. But nowadays picking up a suilt ain't so easy, and I had a terrible time making up my mind would I buy a washable bathing suit or one that hadda be dry cleaned. Of course, there was one-plece swimming jerseys like any one willing to look can see plenty of in any Sunday newspaper, but Hot Bozo! I am far too modest to wear one of them on account I| ain't got the figure for it. So it was| up to me to get something dressy | with a skirt and a cape to match, a rubberized chiffon or a galvanized velvet, you know, something prac- tical. And certainly the Emporium had a big choice, they was showing every- thing from hand picked cretonnes to table d'hote portion size woolen swimsters. And not alone did they have suits, but the most wonderful bathing accessories as well, including non-puncturable rubber water wings that was guaranteed for twelve thou- sand miles on any road, and a book of original gags to pull while bathing, such as “who sald the water wasn't | cold” and ‘“gee, but it's fine once you're in,” and etc. All bright say- ings, guaranteed to get a laugh. There was beach bags big enough to carry the whole entire beach awdy {n, and others just large enough for a powder rag and the coupla grains of sand that always gets into them. They also carried 4 line of sandpaper, indelible ink, umbrellas with a jail pattern on ‘em, salt shakers for shaking the salt off yourself when you come out of the water, and time tables showing the next train home from all undesirable resorts. x % % 8§ ‘VHLL. finally the salesgirl showed me a sort of india-rubber-ball costume of pale scarlet trimmed with uncurled ostrich feathers, uncurled in advance see, on account of the damp. It was the type of thing that | is very striking if you don't get struck first. As a rule I personally myself would never of bought the kinda stuff that’s meant only to hang on the hickory limb. But this time I could see where if I did buy it, I was gonner give the appearance of belonging in that famous French Show over in Paris, the Follies Begosh it {s named, or_something. Thefe was a palr of slippers went with the outfit of the type called mules on account they are so stubborn about not staying on your feet. It had also a bathing cap with lots of snap to it, but that was nothing, they all have it when new, but just wait until they stretch a little or spring a leak! Take it all in all it was quite a hot costume in more than the one sense of the word, and the only thing I objected to was the price. The entire thing only ran to $12.75 with a guarantee that it was ‘peal imitation near rubber, compare it with any genuine diamond and if the dlaJ mond looks false, your money bacl within thirty days.”~ Or words to that effect. Anyways, I and the saleslady agreed that the objection to the price could be easy overcome, on account the garment looked to be worth at least twice the money. So I took it and went home, and that evening Mabel Bush called me up. Say dear, she says, whatter you go- ing to wear tomorrow? And I says, oh T dunno, what are you? And she says why I guess I will wear my old bathing suit, don't let's dress up too much. And 1 kays, veh, don't lets, it's more fun not to, I think I will wear a cheap little suit T picked up for only forty-two dollars, it's just a rag. And she says now Jennie, you quit, 1 really mean let's us wear old ‘stuff, I'm gonner put on my last year's suit. And I says very well, dear, see you tomorrow. ok x % WELL. the next day about § A.M. 1 and Geo. and Junior left the house, because we didn’t want to take it with us, and, so the saying goes, “made” our way to the Casino where we was to meet that Joe Bush of the Hawthorne Club and family. We didn’t want our day should be spen looking after a lot of property, so we didn’t bring much along, only a few bath towels apiece, the thermos bottle, a camera on account naturally { I wanted to get a few snaps of the Bushes in case they was to be drowned, my parasol, a few toys for Junfor, and a rug to sit on Outside of that we didn’t take a thing except Geo. had carted along a baseball bat and ball and a coupla golf sticks so's he and Joe could have a more enjoyable guilty, con- science laying on the sand and do- ing no exercise. ‘Well, when we got there, only Joe Bush and his Junior was in sight, and Joe had on a terrible looking oid suit all full of darn and other curses, but being a man, I supose he preferred that kind. Mabel was inside the bath house getting into her suit, and so I went in to do ditto, and in a few moments, about sixty, we both come out, and what in the world if Mabel didn't have on the same identical suit as mine! ‘Why Mabel Bush, I says, I thought you told me you was gonner put on a old last year’s suit! And Mabel says, but I have done so, dear, this is it! Believe you me, sometimes I could Kkill that woman, only for her being my very best friend! (Copyright. 1025.) Recognition of Elsie Ferguson’s Talent Won on Two Continents BY PRESTON WRIGHT. TWELVE-YEAR-OLD girl walk- ing up Broadway, New York, with her chum one day paused in front of the old Bijou Theater and pointed to the name of Olga Nethersole in huge let- ters across its front. name will be up like that some @ay." she announced. “You're crazy,” said her companion, as she pulled her on ¥ later, however, a leading American playwright, sitting in a theater in New Orleans, saw the little girl, now grown into a slendegg woman, bionde and beautiful, playing a role in & way that appealed to him mightily. “The very person I need to do the leading part in my new play,” he said. And in the course of a few months Elsie Ferguson's name was glittering from huge electric sign which an nounced to all Broadway that she was a full-fledged star—just as she had said she would be. The man who really was first to see in Eisie Ferguson the ability to make g00d on the stage has passed into the limbo of the unremembered. He was only a voice tester in a musical comedy production and but one of three per- sons who helped her to a theatrical career, but who passed into and out of her life almost like ghosts—such casual acquaintances that even their names slipped her mind. Fencing was a part of the program of Elsie Ferguson's youth, as arranged by her mother. In her fencing class she met a girl with whom she became well enough known to confide her long- cherished hope to be an actress. The girl happengd te know another girl who was in a chorus. She introduced Elsle, then 14, but fully grown, to this Eirl, and the latter took her to the Ehuberts' office She was given a tryout. A eynical person at a roughly used piano tested her voice and decided it would do. And next, under har mother's chaperonage, she was in me ciaorus. She was on and off the stage, but a long way from stardom. Three years in musical comedy con- vinced her sha waited a more serious caxses. Fle srught and obtained a chance 1n 4 comedy production. There- gter she played a number of minor les and served as understudy to a umber of leading women. She had a small part with the late Kyrle Bellew end a better one subsequently with Jouls Mann, One night while touring with the latter she realized in the midst of her | appearance on the stage, she say what the sense and feeling of real a |ing is. = This gave her authority, and she knew from then on that she held audiences in the palm of her hand. Miss Ferguson was now near star- dom, but no manager seemed to real- ize it. London, telling her that the British managers liked American girls. In London she found Charles Froh- man and confided to him her hopes and her beliefs in herself. Her sin- cerity impressed the great producer, and he sent her to Cyril Maude with a note which Induced the Britisher to engage her for a part in “The Earl of Pawtucket.” Stardom was getting closer and “THE GIRL HAPPENED NI Friends advised her to go to' closer. Her acting now attracted the attention of William J. Brady, who sent a friend to invite her to come to his office. She went, and was offered a promis- ing role in a play on tour. “I don’t want that sort of part,” she told Brady. She was conscious of her possibilities. He studied her a moment. “Have you done any emotional act- Ing?” he asked. fNo." “Can you do it?” “I think I can. 've just bought'a new play,” said Mr. Brady. “I want you to read it. Come back in two days.” This was a thrilling moment. It was the first time she had been given a play to read. Bigger things were at OW ANOTHER GIRL WHO WAS IN THE ?HORUS." hand, she felt sure. She was promptly at the manager’s office again in the stipulated two days. “Do vou think you can do the lead- ing woman's role?” was his first ques- tion. es,” she rejoined confidently. Mr. Brady looked at her with his quizzical smile. “I think you can,” he said. The play was ““The Bondsman,” and its star was Wilton Lackaye. Elsie Ferguson made good as Lack- aye's leading woman. Still she was not a star. Then in New Orleans tc- ward the end of the season Edgar Selwyn, the noted playwright, saw her act and fell a victim to her charm and ability. Miss Ferguson knew nothing of it, but stardom now was actually knock- ing at her door. Some time later she received a letter from Eugene Walter, another writer of plays, and her friend, telling her that Selwyn wished to see her in New York. The meeting was arranged. Selwyn took her to the late Henry B. Harris, who, on Selwyn's direct request, en- gaged her for the principal woman's role in the playwright's new comedy, “Pierre of the Plains.” Her work in rehearsal was so impressive Mr. Har- ris immediately signed her to a long- term contract. When she had finished with “Pierre of the Plains” he gave her the principal role in Channing Pollock’s “Such a Little Quéen.” She opened in the play as leading woman. But she made a great hit. Two weeks later, when he was con- vinced her success was no flash in the pan, Mr. Harrls sent for her. “I'm going to make a star of you,” he said. i And up went Elsie Ferguson's name in big, flashing letters in front of the theater. (Copyright, 1925.) - Puss it s ‘What Makes Rain? ATER vapor—i. e, water in an invisible gaseous form—is the only atmospheric gas that plays a dis- tinctive part in the production of weather, says Nature Magazine. Be- sides being the source of clouds, rain, snow, dew, etc., it influences the tem- perature of the atmosphere in sev- eral important ways. The amount of it found in the air varies tly from. place to place and from time to time, ranging from a small trace to more than 4 per cent of the volume of air. How Tourist Studies His Little Guide Book and Then Tackles the Problems Aboard Ship BY STEPHEN LEACOCK. HE Summer has been the time when all the peonle have been buying their tickets for a trip to Europe — thousands and thousands of them. They say that just 50,000 people have been leav- ing on the steamers every week. It's been either 50,000 or 500,000 or 5,000— 1 forget which. Anyway, there have been a great many people going. Some of them have been going be- cause they need a change of air; some to improve their minds: some because they were tired of making money, and others because they were tired of not making money. And some again were golng to see Europe before it all falls to pleces; and others were going just simply and plainly for a vacation be- cause they wanted a few weeks to be really happy. It 'is especlally for this last class that these few words of advice are written. If you want to be happy when you start off on a sea voyage you have got to be prepared to face a lot of disillusionment. You are going to find all through the trip the most striking difference between travel as it is pictured in the guide book aud travel as it is in fact. The difference begins at the very moment of embarkation. Here is what is sald in the attractive steamship guide book—done up in colors with a picture of two girls walking on a promenade deck and swaying in the wind like rushes, while a young man goes past in flannels and a straw hat. “What,” asks the guide hook, “is more delightful than the embarkation on an Atlantic voyage? The size of the great steamer, its spotless decks, its commodious cabins, its luxurious saloon and its cozy lbrary thrill us with a sense of pleasure to come. “As we stop on board and look about us at the dancing waters of the harbor, ruffied under the breeze from the open sea beyond, we feel that now at least we are entering on the realiza- tion of our dreams.” * % o S. Exactly. Only, unfortunately, my dear reader, it's just at the very moment of embarkation that you are certain to discover that your black valise is missing. Your steamer trunk is there, all right, in your stateroom and the brown valise and the paper parcel that your aunt has asked you to deliver in Aberdeen when you land at Liverpool. But the black valise apparently is clean gone. You certainly had it in tHe Pullman car and your sister remembers seeing it in the taxicab—but where is §t? Talk about embarkation on the ruffied harbor and the unrealized dream! Who can think of these things with a valise missing and the huge whistle of the steamer booming out the time of departure? No use asking that man In uniform; apparently he's only one of the offi cers. Don't try to fight vour way up to the bridge and challenge the captain. He doesn't know. Round the purser there are 20 people in the same condition as yourself, over one thing or another, all trying to get at him and bite him. There seem to be “ROUND THE PURSER ARE 20 ' TRYING TO GET AT HIM.” PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELF, ALL lots of stewards running up and down, but all they can do is to ask you what number is your stateroom and say that the valise ought to be there. A conspiracy, evidently, the whole thing. The resgjt is that you are fussing up and dowh for a half an hour and when at last the valise is found (in the next stateroom, owing to the simple fact that you wrote the wrong number on it), you are already far out at sea and have never seen the embarkation at all. Never mind, there's lots of the trip left yet. After all, listen to what the gulde book says about our first morning at sea: “There is an extraordinary ex- hilration,” it prattles on, “about the first day at sea. From the lofty deck of the great liner our eye sweeps the limitless expanse. All about is the blue of the Atlantic, ruffled with the zephyrs of a Summer morning. We walk the deck with a sense of resili- ence, a fullness of life unknown to the dwellers upon terra firma, or gazing in dreamy reverie at the eternal ocean.” * ok % H, we do, do we? But I guess not. On our first morning at sea we have too much else to think of, even in the calmest weather, than mere reverie on the ocean. What is troub- Inig us is the question of deck chairs, —how do we get one?—are they free, or do we have to pay’—and if we pay now, do we have to tip the man? —and which man' is it that gives out our chairs?—and if we want to get our chairs mext to Mr. Snyder from Pittsburgh, whom do we see about {t? There is room enough in this prob-| lem to keep us busy all morning;| and even when we have got it straight, we start all over again with the question of what do we do to ge the seat that we want at the table. | We would like to get ourselves znd | Mr. Snyder and Mr. and Mrs. Hop- ins from Alberta all at the same table. Somebody has said to some- body that there's a steward giving | out seats or going to give out seats somewhere in one of the salons or somewhere. That's enough for us.| That keeps us hot and busy all morn. ing. And you will find, dlas reader, ' that no matter what guide book says about it, t of worry is going to haunt a the way. When you have quite done with the valises and the deck chairs and the seats at the table you still have plenty of other problems to fre over, such as— The English customs. What do they do? Do they examine every- thing? Will they say anything about those canvas slippers that your aunt has asked you to deliver to her cousin in Nottingham (close to London)? If you explain that she made the slip. pers, does that make any difference?| Or, at any rate, can you say to the man, “Oh very well, Tl send them back to America rather than pay a| cent on them?" 1In short, the Eng-| lish customs—what do they do?| Travelers lie awake at night, and| think of that. And along with that— At what hour will you dear the t kind my land at ! perhaps Liverpool and will you be able to gat the 11:30 train to London, or will have to’ wait for the 12:30? Thats an excellent one. Many travelers have thought so hard about that and talked so much about it on deck that they never even noticed the blue of the sea and the rush of the flying fish or the great dolphin that flopped up beside the ship But even allc get from Liverpo ng that you aln—some 1 re intense v the other s can that he you and no letters for you. is he perhaps getting your n may have make a mistake. not be better to g fourth time) ar got your nar mean and y purser’s window gether and thus weglan sailing s 200 yards aw of the We've no of fact, we glimpse at wrestling much we gets, need # Vi mnst 1learn v try to to Snyder and Mr a, and age had False Alarms Among the Telephone Calls That Arouse Criticism of Modern Invention BY RING LARDNER. O the editor: Seems, like late- ly the telephone company are always advertising new improvements in their serv- ice whereby it makes it sim- pler for people to reach each other by telephone and I suppose the company feel pretty proud of themself for the advances they have made, but on the other hand it looks to me like the chamber of commerce or Mayor Hy- lan or whoever has got jurisdiction over same should ought to put their ft. down before these improvements goes much further and not only put a quietus on them but go a step past that and order them to withdraw some of the improvements all ready made because as a matter of fact tele- phoning is a whole lot too easy as it is and has been for several y At my request or you might say orders, the little woman kept a record the other day of all the calls that day, and as luck would have it, it hap- pened to be a specially light day but nevertheless will set down the results and you can judge same for your- selfs: 1. For the madam—Strange volce wanted to know whether he could in- terest her in some fine Florida grape fruit and oranges from his own ranch in Florida. Talked for 15 minutes be- fore he give her a chance to say no. . Is Mr. Webb there? No. Isn't this Manhasset 103? No, this s Great Neck 103. Oh, they gave me the wrong number. 3! For the master—Strange voice said his name was Wallen and he represented the Woove Lyceum Bu- reau or something and would the master consider a lecture tour. No, the master didn’t give lectures only to his kiddies. But we could make you a mighty fine proposition. (Mas- ter hung up by mistake.) 4. For the master—This is Mr. Cleeve representing the Home for Di: reputable Cousins or something. Said he met us once at the foot ball game. Understood we was well acquainted with Gene Buck and Ed Wynn. Would we mind calling them up and asking them to run a_benefit on the evening of July 16? Reply was that we had ceased to be on very friendly turns with either of the partles, but Mr. Cleeve could call them up himself and Mr. Buck's number was 155 whereas on the other hand Mr. Wynn's was 490. Was sure they would be glad to put on a benefit as they both revelled in them. 5. (The madam answers) Strange voice wanted to know if her husband was in.s Who wants him, please? Well, tell him it's an old pal of his from Chicago. But what name shall Isay? Tell him Charley Gimster. All right, I'll call him. (The master comes to the telephone.) Hello. Hello, there. Maybe you'don’t remember me. “STRANGE VOICE WANTED TO KNOW WHETHER HE COULD INTEREST HER IN SOME FINE FLORIDA GRAPEFRUIT AND ORANGES.” “SAID HIS NAME WAS WALLEM, Al WOOVE LYCEUM BUREAU.” D HE REPRESENTED THE It's Charley Gimster from Chi. I met you a couple of times in Stillson’s. Oh, ves. Well, I just wanted to say hello, and would you come down and have lunch with me some dav: it would have to be tomorrow, because I'm going back on_the Century to- morrow afternoon. Well, that's tough because I have got to run over to an- THE New York Edison Co. nounces that it has placed with the General Electric Co. an order for a new undersround power cable line to connect its generating stations in the Bronx, New York City. It will be operated at 132,000 volts. This is twice the voltage of the greatest power-carrying cable at the present time and four times the volt- age of the greatest power-carrying cable in this country two years ago. It will be 3 inches in dlameter and will run in concrete ducts 4 or 5 feet below the ground. It will cost approximately $2,500,000. 2 “The man in the street,” said the statement, “may get some idea of the importance of this accomplishment when he knows that the fire depart- ment of the city relies on New York Edison service for the pumping of water, and that any interruption in this service during a fire which would lower the pressure of the water avail- able for the fire department would im- pose a penalty of $400 a minute on the company for the entire period during which the water pressure was inadequate. “Up to two years ago the highest pressures used in underground cables in America did not exceed 33,000 volts, In that year the New York Edison and its allled companies placed in service a new type of cable operating at 45,000 volts. Recently another com- pany installed a 66,000-volt under- ground cable, which is at present the most powerful line of its kind used | commercially. While in the minds of —some cngineers there Is still doubt Giant Power Cable | tvoid of green Philadelphia tonight and back till Wednesday. But tainly glad you called up. 6. Voicé of Central—Some one was| ringing you but there is nobedy on the line now. Excuse it please. 7. For the master—Familiar voice ain’t you going to trade in your Yes, but not till fall won't be | I'm cer- car’ about the practicability of using such high pressures in underground cables, | the New York Edison Co.. by ordering a cable of twice the present maximum pressure, has placed in the field of everyday practical affairs an electrical accomplishment which heretofore has | been confined to the realm of imagina- | tive literature. “The engineering achievement in- volved in the installation of a 132,000 volt cable underground becomes ap- parent - when it is known that to transmit power at such high voltage overhead would require the construc- tion of steel towers of windmill con- struction, each the height of a seven- story building, at intervals of 600 feet on the streets of the Bronx. “It would be necessary to build at the top of these towers great cross- arms carrying strings of mine or ten porcelain Insulator disks, each string ut 6 feet long and supporting a ngle wire, and there wouid be six such overhead wires. In place of this | avenue of bulky steel structures, the new cable, which with its insulation ‘will be only 2 inches in diameter, will be placed in concrete ducts 4 or 5 feet below the surface of the ground, and the passer-by will not even know it is there. ““The cable to be used for this pur- pose is known as the Pirelli type, patent rights on which were recently secured by the General Electric ('o. from the internationally famous Italian electrical firm of that name, and embodies in its construction the latest inventions in design of under- ground cables for very high pres. sures.” can give now than but I'r g you will get a than in the fall I'm going to we me know as soon 8. (The madam voice asks Mr. Au; number do you war Well, this you a mu if you wait ti to wait till fall. But ch better deal now t it, but is Great Neck reader they will sa well ain’ got no to go nd may t t suppose ites you to bridge or some u say yes and you ain't °d up the receiver when th £s again and some body else invites you to their house and it is a house where you would a whole lot rather go than the other house, why it is bound to make you wished your telephone had been out of order a few minutes in the place of working so good all the wile. All and all I can remember living back in Niles, Michigan or 40 yrs ago and we didn't have no telephone and neither did anybody else and those was amongst the happiest days of my life. And not somebody their hou thing and no soc ¥ Pipe Steals Its Food. pipe-shaped and colorless of the common Indian pipe. fl onotropa uniflo in Mother Na shop. a well established sclentific fact that all food. whether plant or animal. owes its origin to the ability of the green leaves to mix water from the soil and gas from the atmosphere into neurishing solids or liquids, a process called photo-synthesis, because it takes place only in the presence of light. In the case of the Indian pipe, how ever, we seem .to have an apparent exception, writes A. A. Hansen of Purdue University in Nature Maga. zine. This strange species is de. requisite in the photo-synthetic proce: and occa sionally thrives in such deep shade as to be almost devoid of light. The truth is that Indian pipe does not manufacture its own food as &)1 self-respecting plaris do. Instead, the fibrous roots of this chasta de generate have fallen into the s graceful habit of either pilferiug tne juices from the roots of self-su) port ing neighbors, or else they utilir > the nourishment liberated from tie de composing vegetable matter in which they live. Evidence of their low estate is found in the colorless bracts along the stem, degenerate relics of the broad, green leaves of their self-reliant and harder-working ancestors. On account of their odd, ghostly beauty, few people can resist the temptation to carry a few specimens home as mementos of the deep wocds. The pleasure is short-lived, however, since even slight handling causes the frail stems to turn brown and lose their rigid succulence. The Indian pipe is closely reiatea to such highly respected, independe;:; plants as azal rhododendren, wintergreen, arbutus, huckleber: blueberry and cranberry. e — Tt for Tat. Witty Boarder—Your steak is like the weather this evening, madam, rather raw. By is Witty Landlady—Indeed? the way, your account is like the weather, too—rather unsettled. Would an insane millionaire be de- scribed as a dough-nut?