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4 THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. €., JANUARY 24, 1926—PART 5. = SHINGLE BOB = Of H. George Chadwick, Favorite Barber of Jonesville’s Society Women, and Lena of ye Olde English Coffee Shoppe. HE women had taken to the barber shop in the basement of the Hotel New Trianon as they had taken to knicker- bockers at the Jonesville Ceuntry Cluh. One day no woman, un- less she led a child to a chalr, was ever seen in the shop. The next day no woman with short hair was ever seen having her hair cared for any- where else, and those who had worked themselves up to the point of having their hair bobbed knew it was bad form to go anywhere but to the New Trianon. Tt had been whispered in the right place at the right time and by the right person that the distinguished- looking barber at the sixth chair could give a better shingle than one could get in Chicago. And 0. 6 was no other than H. George Chadwick. g If you had entered the shop any day last year you would not noticed him. He would have stood ention in his crisp duck actly like nine o vou had his chalr, uld have shaved you or tritme hair or nassaged your fuce quickly and satis- rily, giving you the sts near-metropolitun service in so many miotic had the air of detach- ment t tie rule since the hote! the Smith iouse and became ew Trianon He was the counterpart of a thousand barbers in a hundred shops of the els of 4 hundred Jonesvilles. ever, vou had appeared in v day this year, you would ir at once. d becomes u personage. He nger a mere barber, spring- ing up at the tap of a hell when a cus v appeared. He was an artist, of the shingle bob, a per- 1sequence. was the fashion: and be- flowing down into the antisep. &5 hasement nd custon « was nc son ¢ H cause he meant money the marble steps a tic. sanitary, tile his client rtist’s for sedulous to the women Is quietly and contidentially, telling them would soon be through, asking be so0 kind as o wait. He would say he would be ¢ half a second; H. George never de anybody wait any longer than And if the half seco half hour or an hour and a half, the girls and matrons waiiing to be shin- gled never seemed iind. To be shingled by any but H. Chadwick Was unthinkable women of the younger Ind.. lunched at the tearoom e New Bon Marct t the first-run films at the New Para dise Theater, which stood on the side of the Jonesville Opera House: putted the Jonesville Country were &hingled in the Hotel non. H. George Chadwl sential to the social fz of the city 1s Thousand Island dressing to the weekly luncheon of the Jonesville Ro. tary Club. Life without H. George not to be contemplated. One might as well think of trving to con- tinue Jonesville without the Chamber of Commerce. * % %o [.I GEOR "HADWICK was not ® an ordinary barber He had a d. Mrs. Ellington P. Gracie dis- covered it, and it the right person to whisper H. George’s name in the right place and at the right time. She did more than whisper. She assumed that thought- ful, half-worried look which made the women of the Jonesviile certaln she had life slightly their determined probings sumed it, she rubbed he; £lass on the table—she w. the porch of the Count remarked: “I don’t know what vou think girls; but it seems to me that something ought to be done about a young man capable of appreciating the arts but who is tied to a barber chair. He doesn’t say much, but I can tell he Is unhappy.” Fdie Naylor leaned forward, the side muscles in her thin neck strain- ing. “Betty, you have the faculty of dis- covering the most interesting phases of life. I've said to Fanny here & thousand times—haven't I Fanny?— that Betty Gracle ought to be a writer with her gift for analyzing people.” She settled back in her chair satis- fied, her beaming eyes fixed. on her hostess. Mrs. Gracie waved the com- pliment away. “It {sn't that,” she said, her own eyes fixed on the dis- tant fairways. “I may have a lit- tle more of the gift of observation than the ordinary woman,"—Edie and Fanny nodded vigorously and looked at each other—"but it really is noth- ing more than my sympathy for peo- ple, a—a capacity for understanding ther She paused; then, in a mo- ment, she added dreamlly: “My hunger for life! I find some. thing here and there that appeases it temporarily.” She tapped a cigarette reflectively on the table, then went on in a lighter tone: “But I am practical. Girls, T want vou both to go to New Trianon and have your hair shingled. Ask for Mr. Chadwick—H. George Chadwick, and if he is busy, walt for him. It isn't exactly for him, but for something that we all have in common. The fact that he is & barber must not bar him from the contacts with people who think as he does. He glves a perfect shingle"—she laid aside her close- fitting hat, revealing a pineapple ef- fect along the back of her head—'"and in a week you girls can make him the mode for Jonesvule. It is your duty, our duty. It isn’t often one finds a barber to whom base ball scores and boxing results are nothing. What do you suppose he has, locked up in his drawer?” “You discover the most surprising things, Betty. How are people like Edie and myself to tell what he has?” Fanny—Mrs. John P. Lurcher—was as much a varfant from the lissome on the plus side as Edle Naylor was on the minus. Mrs. Gracle was au- thentically beautiful in the eves of all Jonesville, and she saw no reason for avolding contrasts for companions. “Well, you probably won't belleve me,” said Mrs. Gracie. “I don’t think T had better tell you. You and Edie ®o and have your hair cut by him and mention him to everybody—that is, everybody who is anybody; you know what I mean—and taik to him; let him know that your minds are not wholly destroyed by the life we are compelled to lead here in Jonesville. Then you will find out what he has in his drawer.” “People like you, Betty, have the fortitude to wait. But think of Fanny and me. We can't go to the Trianon untl tomorrow, and it may be weeks before we can lead up to his secret. Once a week is as often as we could g0 decently.” ‘Well, 1 will tell you,” said Betty. “I wouldn't tell anybody else, and I don’t want you to repeat it. Few peo- ple would grasp the significance at sing with hi need of each ing. He spoke to Club_and New Tria- k was as es- beyond and as she ginger ale sitting on Club—and N ndard, | was she who was | untry Club | [ | with smiles | | | | { i became | | thinking about George | | . went | | gun to allude to | | | {that far. BY McCREADY HUSTON. all. Mr. Chadwick has, locked in the drawer of his mirror at the New Trianon, a copy of the first number of the American Jupiter!” * & ¥ % BETTY aid not look at her two speechless companions. She knew what the effects of her words would be. Leaving them, she walked to the edge of the porch and stood leaning against a pillar, looking out across the golf course. Presently a hand rested on hers as it touched the railing and from the other side an arm slid around ner walst. . “We know how it must make you teel to find such a mind, such a heart, in such a place, In such an environ: ment.” It was Edie speaking. “Yes, and we will keep your confl- dence.” added Fanny, pressing her warm, ample frame against her hostess and patting her hand “Go. I have told you more than T intended to.” sald Mrs. Gracie in a flat tone. without looking at them “But I want you to go to him. I want you to help me make him some- body. at least among the—the clods | of Janesville Fanny and Edie exchanged glances, each pressed a hand of their friend and leader, and then withdrew with- out a word, leaving her standing with way look in her eyes. When H. George Chadwick finished the thirteenth shinge of & day crowded from hik feminine clients and frowns from his fellow barbers, the clock «ood 15 minutes past closing he.if. If he changed quickly to his ne™ conservative English-style suit he wmuid just have time to keep his nightfp appointment the em- ployes’ entrance of the New Trianon. Tonight, however, he moved slow- His mind caressed a memory of lovely creature from another world who, as she stepped from his chalr, had paused and, fixing him with her Jade eves, had murmured “You will go on with won't you?" And he, handing ticket, and smiling swered: “For vou." He didn't know how he found the courage. He couldn't recall when he had spoken of a play. But the daz- your play. her a cashier's hack, had an zling being, only the third time in his | chair, had said softly “I've_been suspecting things about you. You write, don't you? I've been it ever since you showed me your copy of the first num- ber of The Jupiter. H. George did not write. He had no intentfon of writing. But his shingle bob visitors had suddenly be. riting. as if he did “YOU'RE FIVE MINUTES ~LATE:." OF THE It was not so much what they said as the way they sald it that made him feel a subtie suggestion. * %k ¥ SHE was the wife of Gracle, presi- dént of the Jonesville First Na- tional Bank and Trust Co., and as he enipped her back hair she had said “We Americans are too materialis- tic, don’t you think? We don't think enough about the finer things. If I were a man I would let business go. I would paint, or write, or compose great music.” H. George had looked at her reflec- tion in the glass. The little girl— she was hardly more than a girl— might be unhappy with that big, burly Gracie and his everiasting bank combinations. H. George had shaved him that very day, running him in between shingles. He had been in a hurry to get through and catch a New York train, he had said. Always buried in business, he probably was starving the little girl for the finer thing= of life. “You must have thought often of doing something to express yourself,” she had remarked. H. George forgot that the magazine did not mean 13 & matter of course. Lena slipped her | ewn to mim T e e g arm through his and walked as sinu- crinkly blonde hair behind her Mttle " glands produce to him, that it had been given him {a traveling salesman, and he had saved it merely because he always saved everything anybody gave him. But he had answerd her: “I used to think I'd like to write plays or something.” “Splendid! But you have given it up?”’ He had remained silent. ““What was your play called? Won't you tell me?” she had asked. He had had no play; so, of course, he had not called it anything. But, considering the depths of those jade eves—he thought they were jade—he had replied: © 1 thought of calling it something like ‘The Hidden Hand.' " “How thrilling! It must be some- thing llke ‘The Bat.' Just think! If you would write just one play like “The Bat,’ you could leave this work and devote your whole life to art.” She had ended with a little gasp; and when she left, she had paused ever so y and had added: ou will go on with it, won't you’ She had hurried away. He didn't know whether she had heard his *'I" you!" or not. Well, he wasn't afrs of Gracie. If that big stiff wasn't treating the little girl right—— He moved slowly toward the trade entrance of the hotel. “You're five minutes late,” snapped Lena, stepping out of the shadow. *If we don’t hurry, we won't get a seat.” He surveyed the girl calmly. Lenn was a waitress in Ye Olde English Coffee Shoppe of the New Trianon— and his girl H. George walked moodily along be- {side her, making for the corner of Pershing avenue and the Belleau boulevard. If you haven't been back {to Jonesville for a number of years, you perhaps don't know that Main street {s now Pershing avenue and Michigan street is Belleau boulevard. At the southeast corner is an immense stucco front covered with _electric lights. It is the New Paradise | Theater. The bill at the New Paradise is | changed twice a week, and the change governs two-sevenths of the evenings | of all the Lenas in Jonesville, H. George Chadwick had been ing Lena to th two evenings | years. They much was sald with whom Lena boarded, at the end |of the Riverdale avenue car-line, u derstood that Lena and George were were engaged. Not band, who drove a truck for the New Bon Marche Department Store, that it couldn't be too soon to suit her. | Tonight H. George was restless The theater, in spite of the cooling breeze generated by the million-doliar refrigerating plant. was close, and the program was tedious. Lena, reclin- ing in her seat, her eyes half closed, was, however, unconscious of her suitor's dissatisfaction. H. George wondered what Mrs. SNAPPED LENA, STEPPING OUT SHADOW. Gracie would think of these nights in the New Paradise. She probably pictured him at home, in his furnished room on Rallroad avenue, working on his play. It was a little unfair to her, he thought, for him to be running around, having a good time, when she was a prisoner. Gracie must be 10 years older than his wife. You could tell she was unhappy. ‘When the film came to its end and the lights flashed on, H. George and Lena got slowly to their feet and, in a daze, wandered down the steep aisle toward the exit. They didn't talk about what they had seen; that was contrary to usage. It was all right to say, “Some picturet and to that the other might reply, 11 say!” Further than that no comment was expressed or would have been understood. One was expected to move in a kind of trance down the block to the Sugar Bowl and there consume in silence a “Double Nut Chocolate Banana Split.” The Sugar Bowl would be full of other Lenas and their “boy friends,” all hav- “Double Nut Chocolate Banana with perhaps a disillusioned, world-weary young man of 24 or 8o having a cherry coke instead. | H. George and Lena strolled toward the shining front of the Sugar Bowl as bout it, but the sister | | to be married, and had said to her hus- | ously as her childlike straightness per- mitted. Léna was authentically pretty and she wore her closefitting poke around her shingled head saucily and looked up at one with the precise shade of sophisticated innocence that was prescribed by the fashion in Jonesville. Lena was satisfied with life. Her wages and tips brought her enough for her clothes and board and allowed her to save two or three dol- lars a week. H. George was making what was called “good money”: he used just enough brilliantine on his hair to give him the required Valen- tino poll, and his trousers were belled at the bottom just enough. The dash of fresh air had stirred H. George from his lethargy, and he had almost forgotten he was a serious, dis- appointed man when a flood of volces swept oyer him from the curb, at which a mammoth touring car, as rakish as a torpedo boat, had stopped “Don't go in there! Tt's a cheap place—hum? “Let's drive Inn and get place is awful.” * n out to the Pine Tree something good. This CE the voice of the Jonesville | Club uttering its verdict on the Sugar Bowl, to which some of the passengers in the big car evidently were willing to go. And the speaker, sitting behind the wheel, who had said the Sugar Bowl was a cheap place and bum, was—H. Geor knees felt suddeniy weak—Mrs. Elling- ton P. Gracle. The great green car shot away into the traffic and George and Lena turn. ed into the Sugar Bowl. She had not heard the flutter of words from the car. and she made for her favorite seat in one of the high-backed nooks | with her studied air of polite aloofness | from the waitresses who were fiying about with truys of sodas. A wattress from Ye Olde English Coffee Shoppe | of the Hotel New Trianon had nothing | In common with a Su, Bowl girl. Filled with dread, H. George lurched | o1y into his’ se posite her Mrs. Gracic have seen that he Py were practically entering |the Sukar Bowl, the place for which |she had nothing but contempt? Had | he, by merely passing along in his we. | | customed channel, destroyed for her | the illusion she had begun to cherish, | for her solace against the burdensome | existence she was condemned to with | Grac H. Georze knew what her life must be with him, the big. merce- nary brute, thinking of nothing but "I)\vnl-\. day and night | Like all successful artists, H. George | had developed an easy secondary tech. | nique which served between his per | |fods of exaltation. He brooded t day, wondering how he could avoid | his engagement to take Lena to the | | New Crystal Grotto Dance Palace | But if he brooded. he did not slight | the girls and women who waited for him in the barh hop. He gave them what they came for, the shingle in the precise mood which had brought {him his fame in Jonesville. He gave | [ them of his genius without effort, | | masking his worry, nd even throw { Ing in cccasionally a smile or a com. | plimentary murmur as he roved his scissors through some particularly lovely hair. i He would convince Mrs had made that decision, If he could | evade Lena satisfactorily and without | arousing her suspicion. he would ! spend the evening in his room work ing on his play. He had fixed upon a title. 1t would be “The Iron Hook and when the bloody hook should come stealing through the window at the | back of the stage in the play of his | | tmaginings, the screams of frightened women in the wudlence would more terrible than any ever heard at matinees of “The He had once seen a crippled man with an iron hook for a hand. It would be simple to fmprove on “The Bat.” He felt a desire to get down to work on the first act at once. *x ok ok ERHAPS he'd have started had it not been Lena's day for a haircut. She slipped iInto the shop at 4, having an hour off from the Coffee Shoppe, and before H. George could organize his excuses for the evening she had waved art into the background Didja know Harry Kelly's orches- tra’s goin' to be at the New Crystal tonight?” she asked as H. George ran the comb down the back of her little head. That settled it. The dancing was taken for granted. Iie was in a rut; every evening of his leisure was mark- e for him. Tonight it was fox-trot- ting at the New Crystal; tomorrow he and Lena would go out to the new public natatorfum and swim, the next night the bill at the New Paradise would be changed and they would go there, and from there to the Sugar Bowl. That was why men didn’t get things @one. No wonder he had never become a playwright. “I got two hundred ’'n’ twenty-six in the bank now.” remarked Lena. “How much you got? You ought to be saltin’ it away, with all this extra trade from the bobs. “Gee, puttin’ it together, we can start up pretty soon. There's a fella tellin’ me today a new company—the New Jonesville Colonial Terraces De- velopment Co.—has some swell lots, or they will bulldja a house an’ you can pay for it just like rent.”” She turned and twinkled up at him. “We'll_have a swell time dancin’ with Kelly’s music tonight, won't 7" she asked. muttered H. George. He didn’t have the courage to tell her he was going to stay at home and work on “The Iron Hook.” He looked around desperately; a dozen women were waiting for him. “An’ maybe we'll go out Sunday and look at some of them lots,” she finished, whisking away toward the cashier's desk. * % ok % TI{REE weeks passed, and the only tangible work done on “The Iron} Hook” was its title inscribed on the, first sheet of a large tablet of writing paper H. George had bought in the drug store of the New Trianon when he went home to dress for the dance at the New Crystal. He was glad he had done that much, for the next day Mrs. Gracle had come to the barber shop, and after waiting for him more than an hour had said softly, as he pinned the apron around her: “How is our play coming? She had sald “our” play; and H. George, flushing and slightly trem- bling, had been able to answer ‘huskily: “I'm working on it.” With a sweep of his artist’s hand he had opened his drawer and had handed her to read, while she was in the chair, that copy of the first number of “The American Jupite: which she admired so much. “I'm going to New York tomorrow,” Mrs. Gracie_had said. “I wish you could, too. You would appreclate it s0; it would mean so much to you to get the atmosphere. If she had seen him entering the Sugar Bowl with Lena, the incident had made no difference. She was broader and finer than the ordinary woman. . “You're lucky you can lead your lite,” he said, examining the T was Country Gracte; he | | around the middleaged neck of | candidates ear an und aking away a fraction of inch with his unerring precision You can, too,” she answered crisp Iv. “You must. I want you to. ¢ your play done while I am gone.” | . George thought of the nights of New Paradise Theater, the New rystal ballroom and the Natatorium stretching ahead of him, and of the | tablet of white paper lyving unmarred on his table “Mr. Gracle knows a lot of produc ing managers; if anybody could get it produced, he could. I'll tell him about it. And when it's done, you let me take it. and we'll see what we cAn do."* n nic “No; don't tell him 5 about it. Let me finish it fi As you say,” she ended, getting out of the chalr and pausing for a | moment while the next woman, wait- ing on the bench by the wall, regarded her hatefully Mrs. Gracie handed H. George his | cot of the “Jupiter” and, as he | 4 it in his drawer, she added | Finish the play, anyhow, while T am out of town."” She sauntered away, and H drew the edge of the apron George was immediately in a Don't say & | it thi George sadly | the | next customer. | * % ox % | Mrs. Ellington P. Gracie had en couraged the art of the playwright she had also done her work weil as a patron of the art tonsorial. The word she had dropped to Mrs. Harold | Naylor and Mrs. John P. Lurcher on | the veranda of the Jonesville Country » was only beginning to bear re- sults, but already the inundation of r the shingled head | threatened to destroy H. George Chad- wick. Many of the customers, unable to wait for hours, overflowed into the other chairs, where, if they did not get a Chadwick shingle, they had the pleasure of watching H. George at work. Practically the entire mem bership of the Wednesday Afternoon Bridge Club appeared shingled a week after the club met with die Naylor. The evenings found H. George in a weakened condition, with'no heart to | begin on the first act of “The Iron Hook.” Days rushed by, and “The Iron Hook" stiil- remained unstarted. | Fed by recollections of his contacts | with Mrs. Gracle, the imagination of H. George Chadwick evolved improve- ments on “The Bat" while he stood at his chair, but the evening routine of Jonesville and the deluge of heads to be cut left him without a moment when, In full possession of his fac- | {in the furnished room |avenue and put those improvements | dershirt, finally ulties, he could sit down at the table on Railroad into t He Lena quired phil set alogue and sit fons. considered confiding in do that would have r an explanation of his mental nderings with the Country Club and he was not ready to start her straight to the Ford coupe of Clavering Silverthorne, the deskman of the New Trianon whom he had won her. H George knew enough not to try to eat his cake and have it too. He struggled to take care of the dozens of shingles, of Lena and the Jones 1 pace. and write “The Tron Hook” all at the same time is, he meant to write “The Iron Hook in fevered hours when he should drag himself home after long evenings ut the New Paradise and the New Crys tal. From 12 until 1 on an Au gust night he sat before his paper with the locomotives of Wabast freights puffing outside his windo: and cinders flicking the screen. He bit his pen and perspired in his un falling wearily into bed, having made no mark on vaper. He had some thoughts: at least, he thought they were thoughts: and he fixed the next night for putting them into words. Mrs. Gracie had bee gone a month. ~ She might come hom any day now, and ask him what he had done. Tk kik HE next night excellent literary and intentions, was driven from his m! the following morning by a curic situation. astonishing and _unwelco awalted him in the barber stead of a doze: work on before luncheon, he ee and the other barbers had none. With two pairs of masculine jowls to shave and one masculine hair cut tips and ¢ record for the day prom ised little. The long afternoon was slightly better, but not much. No line of beautles sat and waited for him The difference was so marked that the however, with its e leis shop. other barbers offered ponderous jests | shingle his sudden George about By evening . loss of customers. was glad to beard. Something had Jonesville. Over the sundaes in the Sugar Bowl that night he alluded to the phenom- enon to Lena, but the importance of the incident did not sink In. She happened in f | Lena off on a jealous tangent which | { would lead BoRRING | grow. | Rather HE WAS NO LONGER A MERE BARBER. HE WAS AN ARTIST, THE MASTER OF THE SHINGLE BOB, A PERSON OF CONSE 0t “Why, all the swells is lettin’ theirs Mrs. Ellington P. Gracie started it; she come back from New York last week, an’ she told it at the Country Club that long hair'd be the thing from now on. It's got all over town. You know Mrs. Gracte: she's swell. She's lettin® hers grow.” mechanically, H. George { pinned the apron around her neck and might have observed, however. that| IL George did not linger as long as|epa'chair usual on the porch out on Riverdale avenue, but said good-night quickly and caught the next ok to town He did not know wl Jpened Jut he did know something would have to concentrate im Iy on the work in hand. He something done. In his room he sat before his and tried summon those lUnes for ‘The Iron Hook would not come. He kept thi that empty bench in the New Tri | barber shop und the desertion « That | girls. Another night by with the play unstarted The morning brought or gles, and he went out to | the New Apollo Cafe hurt a dering. At this rate he would be o! a lLarber by the end of the week: moreover, his earnings would show | sharp decline. the | I bark in_town dramatic | 'T”(, feminine heads to | was lacking. d only | the back his | | | | welcome the mowing of a two-day |know Crossing Belleau boulevard on back to the shop H. George wa startled out of his dejected ponder ings by a sharp horn behind him, and he sprang to the curb just in time t avold being crushed under the wheels of a swift sports roadster. His minent death, however, as he there looking after the car, did ur to him. Something more tragic than that penetrated the core of being. The driver th AMrs. Ellington P. Gracle, a not recognized him: either had chosen to ignore him. and she hadn't let hi d discouraged, he and sat in line | waiting sw. Wounded 2 b the other barbers % % ¥ afterncon yielded or Lena ffee Shor r in the old w oceasion for Lena £ her head reflective smiled into the mirror “Don't trim it too close,” be the last time wit down she said. apron in hands. in? What's the bf idy “Why heard? in u. something haven't bob's comt k 11 a But kinda nice kinda glad the 1 . there's about long hal style’s changt H. George swallowed air. “Where did vou get that stuff? Who said long hair's coming back?" he asked. T'm goin’ | his shears. Fortunatel Lena did not expect conversation in He leaned close to his work and kept his eyes from meeting hers in the mirror. And as he w | resent and anguish b reached for think | vhat I got an | could start a bung: He did n . the man savs nmediately. He e Iron Hook vritten on his table. did vou say this long hai o 1 control his “Oh, a week ¢ ago. On. the girls from the Coffee Shoppe ut at the Country Club waitin a tea, and Mrs. Gracle was {tellin’ ‘em. An’ she told ‘em she had discovered a musical genius in New York and was gof im here a con Just a uns hotel, o g | table selssors inter face in the te; then he fell A momd na’'s shoul ness in the a cashier's AW his by a wickea - opened his draw opy of the fire number The American Jipiter He handed it to Len “Drop t { when you | e-paper bale: he satd magazine s coples o issi 'im to see about se George swa, Emotional and Intellectual Capacity Estimated by Study of Human Bodies BY CARL SHOUP. HE secret is out. Any chance passerby can dingnose your personality now, {f there is truth in what certain scien- tists have come to believe. Studying morphology. that branch of knowledge dealing with the structure of bodily forms, they have decided that such apparently trustworthy agents as arms, legs, chest and head, can’'t keep a secret at all. They blare out plainly to every one: ‘“Look! the party that owns us is an emotional, unstable fellow”; or, “He's a good brain-worker, but a cold-hearted | brute”; or, something else just as re- | vealing. ‘When we look at a bullding we can usually get some hint as to what is inside. We would hardly make the mis- take of seeking a leader of the smart set in a warehouse. The exterior of a jail, a barn, or an office building gives us a distinct idea about what the interlor contains. Now, it must be admitted that the bodily frame of a human being resembles a bullding somewhat, in principle. It serves as an outer covering for the moving force within. But can we tell from looking at the shape of the body, as we can from looking at the shape of the office building, what kind of a personality occuples the interior? Untll recently such a thought would have been scoffed at as an impossibility, except by bellevers in physiognomy and phrenology. Recent discoveries, how- ever, have apparently shown that the shapes of our bodles are indeed guldes to our personalities. Consider first your arms, legs, and trunk. Briefly, what morphology in- dicates is this: 1—If your legs are long and your trunk is relatively small you are an intellectual type, verging in extreme cases on the pure theorist and the dreamer. 2—If youur legs are short and your trunk is relatively large, you are of the emotional type, and are more skilled at manual labor than at brain work.. 3—1f you are in between these two types in bodily measurement, you &’e apt to be a blend of all those charac- teristics. These indications were brought to light recently by Prof. Henry E. Gar- rett of Columbia University, collabor- ating with Dr. Sante Naccarati, a specialist in nervous and mental dis- the growth of the body and the growth of the mind. Since they do, shouldn't there be some definite correspondence between body growth and mental power? ccarati and Garrett decided to find out, by testing some Columbia students.” They put these men through tests which revealed the intelligence and the eémotional stability or instabil- ity that each one possessed. To make a triple check, they then had each man rate himself on his phvsique, aggres- siveness, emotional stability and intel ligence, and then had the instructor who knew them best make a similar rating. By this time they had fairly com- plete data for every man examined. Now came the vital question: Was there any kind of bodily measurement that would indicate the presence or absence of these traits? Both Naccarati and Garrett had noticed that many intelligent men of their acquaintance had long legs, while few had short ones. The squat, heavy-chested type, on the other hand, seemed usually to have an emotional bent, and was better at labor requir- ing manual skill than at that calling for intellectual power. They wondered if this was a mere coincidence. The results of the tests confirmed this relationship to a startling degree. High intelligence was found in 76 per cent of the long-legged, small-bodied men, in 40 per cent of the normal men, Highest type— intellectual, emo- tional, quick Intellectyal, emo- tional, slow Coldly intellec- tual, unemotional, quick eases. They had been carefully study- ing the information about the human body that has been uncovered in the last few years through discoveries of the functions of the ductless glands— the thyroid and the pituita: the best-known umgln ese little that affect both Intellectual, emotions, slow 9 D 3 il and in only 15 per cent of the short. legged, large-bodied men. With the increase of the length of the legs (rel- atively to the size of the trunk), in- telligence Increased. But this was not The test for instability of the emotions was checked up, and it showed that emotional in- stability (meaning the person is “‘more emotional,” as we say) increased ai rectly as the body size increased and the length of the legs decreasad. Thus the second “hunch” was confirmed. Leaving the limbs and the trunk now, we move on up to the head, which, judging by the statements of ! Dr. Phillp Rice, morphologist, reveals the personality by its shape even more than the rest of the body does. Dr. Rice, who is a fellow in the American College of Surgeons. de clares that this is not the old phre- nology which mapped minutely each tiny bump on the skull and drew de ductions by the general outlines, and does not attempt such detailed regis- tering. This branch of morphology, he says, vielded astonishing results the hands of the late Prof. De Gio- vanni of the University of Padua. Any over or under development of any one part of the brain is indicated outwardly by the size of that part of the skull that happens to cover it, according to this theory. Thus, if that part of the brain which gives free play to the passions is overdeveloped and large, the part of the skull which & D s Emotional; quick, o intellect Emotional, slow— a brooder \ Quick, no emo- tions nor intel- lect Little thought, no emotions, slow— 3 lowest type EIGHT EASILY RECOGNIZED TYPES OF HEAD. vers that section is unusually prom lent, and thus we know that the owner of the skull is liable to violent outbursts of rage, love and jealous We all have three brains in one There is the elemen which is nothing more tha joining of the varlous nerve fibers right at the top of the spinal This is the automatic, or cting” center, and i we could find some one with nothing except a bump over the neck and be | hind the ears, we would ge that he {had practically no emotions or intel |lect, since he would have nothing but | this elementary brain. Then there is |the second, the emoticnal center. y filllng that portion of the head above the ears. 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