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THE SUNDAY Rostand’s Play Awakens Interest in Eugenie and the Events Surreunding the Later Years of Her Unusual and Intrigning Career. - BY COUNT CARLO SFORZA, Former Itslisn Minister ot ‘Borelen -Affairs and Ambassador to France. VERYBODY krows the great tm- the d rtance—1 shall mot say in ce, but in‘French soctal cir- cles and in French conversation —of dramatic literature and the theater. Nine out of 10 smart dinner parties in Paris begin with the soup, and go on with the fish, discussing the play of the day. ‘One of the most discussed of the re- eent ‘French plays was the romantic drama, “Napoleon IV.” ‘The author is Maurice Rostand, the son of ‘Edmond Rostand, who some 20 years ago wrote “L'Alglon,” another play on another Bonaparte. ‘There was never a Napoleon IV on the ‘French throne. Napoleon 1II, father of the prince imperial, abdicated after the defeat of Sedan, in 1870, and at that moment there was no place in France for a third or fourth Napoleon. The last one had been a sufficient disaster. His son went quietly to England with his mother, the Empress Eugenie. In 1872 he entered the Military Academy at Woolwich, and in 1875 he was grad- | uated seventh in the commission class. | Being ‘a Frenchman, and being a pre- | tender, it was impossible for him to | enter the British army in the ordinary | way. But at that time England was | in a small colonial war, some. where in a rather unknown Zululand. | Prince Wants to Join Army. ‘When the Zulu War began to go | wrong, the French prince asked to be allowed to join the army. The Dmke 'of Cambrit of the British army, suggested that he ‘might go, but on his own account. ‘He was to receive special letters for Lord Chelmsford, commander in chief of the forces in Bouth Africa, allowing him to follow the operations. He sailed from Bouthampton Pebruary 27, 1879. His mother, the Empress Eugenie, was there to see him off; and while still in South- ampton she received the following tele- gram from Queen Victoria: *Je vous prie, chere Soeur, d'agreer 3 ion de tous mes voeux pour votre fils bien-aime qui part accom- pagne des bons souhaits de la nation entiere. Que Dieu le benisse et le garde.” A A few weeks after his arrival in the British colony the prince accompanied & reconnoitering party to a point nearer the enemy. The party, consisting of the prinee, & Capt. Carey, who was In command, and six soldiers, of whom one was & Frenchman named Le Tocq, | were surprised while resting in a kraal without having taken proper precau- tions. When the Zulus were detected the | rty waited until the order to mount | been given ‘and then fired and rushed. Capt. Carey and four of the party, including Le Tocq, got away. A native and two of the white troopers | were killed. The prince's horse took | fright, and, unable to mount, the prince ran beside it until it ‘broke away from him. Then, single-handed, he fought | seven or eight of the ememy—"like a lion at bay,” as the Zulus said later on —“t‘ fell with 16 or more wounds in Politieal Plot Silly. Oapt. Carey arrived at the head- ‘quarters of the commander in chief. "l:{ lord,” he said, “the prince 15| d you, sir, you live?” was the ter- riblé answer of Lord Chelmsford, ‘These are the ‘facts, from which Rostand, evidently haunted by his father won by imag- ining in “L’Aiglon™ the life of Ni II, has resorted to a perversion of his- | tory which is evidently absurd. No , no Hugo, would have dared to take such Iiberties with facts. The younger Rostand has imagined that the prince felt himself withdrawn from his mother's heart, that he felt the void of his life, and wanted to do something: and that in this something Queen Vic- toria and her callous government saw the occasion to lay an ambush for the French pretender and have him re- moved from the scene, since a Napoleon may always develop into a danger or into a menace for Albjon. ‘The political part of the plot is too &illy for words. In England they have | had sense and dignity enough to re- Zuse even to give the lie to such a story. ‘The truth is that the news of the me:nlmurwm death was received in d with consternation, The hed to the prime minis- Queen tel e, Lord Queen went to see the at Chistlehurst. After the visit Victoria wrote in her diary: “It is heartrending and most touch- ing to see her. She is 50 uncomplain- ing, so gentle, resigned and not accus- ing any one, but utterly broken- | Queen Records Journey. In July, 1879, a few weeks after the first visit, the Queen went again to peated | will demand a stronger and better sys- g |'have been for 18 months: | for Italy and Italians—it was , then commander in chief | the |and nothing mere. And her m year, after she began to spend a few Weeks, periodically every May and June, in Paris, she always went to a ‘hotel ‘etected in front ‘of the ‘Tufle) scene of triumphs. In this hotel, the daughter ‘of ‘one "of ‘her former ladies in waiting once “commisera ’ ted with her, in my Teit when the pain she must have first began lodging there. “Triumphed” Seemed Unreal. woman who had triumphed there 1s dead; I do not know her any ‘more.” So ‘answered in a sharp and, I am afraid, a rather theatrical way, the ex- ress. “triumphed” mled me‘as seeming unreal'and un- royal. . ‘My first impression when I had seen her .. for the first time, at Farn- borough Hill, had been more or less analogous—an admiration which would ‘have led me to say: “Wha her 'former ‘The greatest surprise I felt at Farn- borough ‘was to discover that not only had the Empress disappeared, but so ad the French woman in her. The only thing that seemed to me to be still alive in her were the memories of her early Spanish life. I suppose that 1t stre invited me to visit her, again and again—in spite of her scanty sympathy because I deeply ioved so many things Spanish. The better I knew her the more I felt that to her, her life in Prance must | have been like 'a dream; that the Tuil- eries must have seemed to her like the scene of some fantastic fete after which hard morning light breaks in upon | the trampled lawns, the tumbled gar- lands and the artificial arches. Of course it had been a fete, & been so long * * * Cost for Magnificent Part. Of this long fete, of this mela: of corrupt ‘and vulgar comedy and ll‘»gody tragedy that had been the Second French Empire, the Empress Eugenie had been the heroine. She was cast for a magnificent part; she played it superbly with all her beauty and her | feminine charm. But it was still a | part and nothing more. She had been | & queen, yes; hut a tragedy queen. The sensation of the stage never left her. Hearts and minds like hers are not likely to nurse deep, familiar affections. At Farnborough Hill the meals were served in a long gallery; the Empress sat at the center of the table: behind her was a marble bust of her son, show- ing a pleasant young English face, very distant from the dark, feverish Bona- | parte type. ‘The Empress once spoke with me at length of the mad expedition to Mexico. | More than once she told me about the famous conspiracy of Orsini, the Itallan patriot, who made an attempt upon the Emperor’s life and who, on the last day before his execution, wrote the Emperor a letter, in which he told him that he | ‘was glad to die if his death could hasten the Ifberation of Italy. Mentioned Prince Once. Only once did she megtion the Prince Imperial in my presence; and it was to complain—after so many important (Continued From First Page.) cial centers. The principal customers of the old-time small town bank have slowly but surely been taken away lnd‘ the financing transferred to -the large city banks. Under the old conditions it could develop a sound banking business because it was ible to diversify its business. The community itself was a well rounded, self-sustaining body, nuprnmm many types of independent business. Now. while the business out- put today is in still greater volume so far as the distribution of goods is con- cerned, it is not dependent upon the local banker for loans to support it. On account of these economic changes the | majority of the banks through the United States outside of the metropoli- tan centers are either ofieumw at = Joss or are not making fair earnings on invested capital. Left-Over System. It indeed appears strange that in & eountry possessing the greatest finan- clal strength in the world and witness- ing yearly great incremses in national wealth and the expansion of its finan- clal responsibilities it should still pos- sess and attempt to maintain a system of banking which has been left over from a bygonme generation and is no longer adapted to the needs of the pub- | lic or of our business. We did not adopt try until the World War had pl such a burden of taxation ~upe:dol‘xz ‘take #n interest in the method of Ped- . Must we then wait for a greater financial Wisaster than the failure of 6,000 banks before the public forceful | ¢ ‘the national budget system in this coun- |1 laced tmosphere was chureh, in front of old Perstan carpet in one of the mnuixivnrychm th the fon: “Gift from the Supreme Pius IX for the happy birth of the ‘Napoleonic coat of arms ‘ebony. “Elle avait fourfe partout l'ecusson imperial,” murmured the French mofk missed my “glance. T asked him whether he knew her in her last years, when she had invited the Benedictines. “Oh, yes, on tite first year of the war T came back for a few days from France, where I was serving as a soldfer. I kept my military uniform. As I was & ter- ritorial I, was wearing the old red trousers. For the mass I put only ‘s sacerdotal surplice over my uniform, so that my red trousers appeared from be- And I distinctly heard her say- ing to a secretary: ‘Oh, oh, iis ont encore les pantalons rouges.’” ‘The monk, who liked to talk in Prench, ‘'went on ‘with his remarks: “She talked all the time about Spain, and frequently in Spanish. She wanted to be considered a Spaniard. Once she asked & French writer, ‘And now ‘give me some news about my dear old coun- try’ ‘Oh, in France everybody' . . . the writer began, but she interrupted him in & weary way: ‘No, no, I was thinking of my own country, Spain.’ . .. *‘She even vnmcfl.;hl;hz patriotic monk 2" “Oh, we used the French flag. How could we have done otherwise, since she had nrdered' tl’;’le! the inscription on her grave was to ‘Eugente, Imperatrice des Prancais'?” Some of my questions had ‘awakened the curlosity of the monk. He was evi- dently afraid of having €ald too much or too little. ‘Would I not like to ‘write l;::* Punnnbh name in the visitors’ I was o sorry, but I was in a hurry; and I went to my ear, leaving the monk's curiosity unsatisfied—just as my curiosity was still unsatisfied about the clever old imperious woman I had known bef;r:dthe a; ‘To m;‘;she had re- i as a psychological mys- -fllndel'.hfilhehldmlnflfe.n (Copyright, 1929.) Whyl Some Banks Crash —have permitted State banks to buy up local banks and to convert them into branches. There are an increasing num- ber of :bankers who are coming to the view that true diversification and safety in the banking business in the United States will be obtained only when the large city banks are permitted to ‘es- tablish branches in various parts of the country, thereby to the rural communities the sts . safety and equipment of the Ias city bank’ and thus making it possible for a branch banki system to ebsorb the shock of local economic de) fons. For exam- fl:.. local drought causing a general of crops in a certain community, while causing a sufficient economic de- to make a bank fail, ‘would not seriously affect a branch sys- tem operating there, because the branch system would be supported by pros- perity in other communities. Branches Instend of Units. We shall no @oubt witness in the near future » strongly indorsed move- ‘ment for mational legisiation permitting branch banking to replace the present of unit benks. There are no strong economic arguments against branch banking, but have been a great many sentimental objections raised, gro out of the idea that the local unit bank is an expression of the ‘American_ idea of local independence they have played havoc ‘tem of banking? Some States—California, for example (Continued From Third Page.) of non-agricultural commodities, on the same general basis, reached their peak in 1920 at 241, and since then have been in the strata of 180 until 1927. Today they are at about 152, and It will be seen that the purchasing power of the farm products, 100 in 1900-1914, reached 107 in 191 i £ i i i i i : ] 4 i i 5 : a z | gi s & | i Boon to U. S. Agi'iculture Seen in Recent = Steps to Adopt Co-Operative Marketing Zood, ranging about the same as living costs, were nearly 75 per mpmm 50 representative farm ucts freight rates have dncreased 57 per cent In 1922-24 more than 18 RE 25 ] igzg _.; H H 5 fsi3 the'wall | STAR, WASHINGTO: (Continued From Third Page.) industries is the man confined to one machine forever unless he so wishes. There are grades in these automatic operations, and in many of our factories there is an opportunity through instruc- tors, through trade schools to fit your- self 'for & newer and higher operation. ‘There is opportunity, if & man de- velops the ability of supervising, of in- structing, of maneging, to go ahead. You are in a shop where a man is ‘begged not only to consider the job he 1s on but to keep an eye on the one just ahead, that he may 1ift himself to that. His mind 1s not torpid, not starv- ing ‘because of scientific shop organiza- tion dnd mmnagement. though it may be for one of 2 hundred and more phy eal. soctal, psychological reasons. If M. Caillaux would read the bulletins of the admirable American Taylor Society he would see that one of the problems to which many a Taylorite gives him- self with most devotion and enthusiasm is how to arouse the torpid mind of | the worker—arouse his creative energy, if he has it. . No, M. Caillaux has in mind not what responsible, thoughful, organized in- dustry is aiming at in its relations with men; he has in mind the cheap and ignorant exploiter of a system not too well as yet understood by managers, ‘workmen, the piblie, but which in one form or another is being actively and progressively applied in every “one of our huge successful enterpr Owe Machine Alarms Caillaux. Our organized machirfe of producing which so scares M. Caillaux, in its best estate aims at wrousing the creative energy of men, knowing that on that depends its own future. That it misses its mark again and again, that greed complicates is operations, that it is often eareless in its treatment of the human being that has not kept up with its ad- vance, that it has an inhuman practice of throwing out men because they have not seen what was coming themselves ready for change—all of this is true; but more and more widely it squares up to human as well as scien- tific productive needs. M. Caillpux admits our chorter hours and higher wages, but finds in them nothing but an opportunity for his in- tellectually brutalized workers -to use the leisure he grants they get, in “tr —I must’ confess that I almost said vulgar—amusements.” ‘That {s, the worker under our system has no refuge in his short day except running gbout in a car or going to & “movie” house— he is too exhausted to enjoy anything else. ‘Well, M. Caillaux has never spent as many hours as I have in American in- dustrial towns. He has never watched as many American miners, steel workers, textile workers pulling weeds in a ga: den sround a little house that they were paying for. He has never seen as many of them as I have sitting on the bleachers on a Saturday affer- noon cheering for their particular mine or mill team struggling against some other mine or mill team. He has never seen as many of them as I have work- ing for their town &hurch—and going to it, regularly. 3 Workers Ride in Own Cars. To be sure, the worker has his ear and tens of thousands of them use it to go to and from their work. It en- ables them to live out from under the smoke and dirt of the factory chimneys. 1t enables them to have a garden and to cultivate it. M. Caillaux takes a rap at this garden, which he seems to know s cultivated in certain localities; but he gets no joy in the idea of a man living in what he thinks of as an in- closure of pumpkins and turnips! . ‘Well, 1 have seen hundreds of work- ers’ gardens in one or another indus- trial center in the United States, and I| o, never saw one yet in which pumpkins or turnips or of sort had run out the flowers: As a matter of fact, one of the beautiful and interest- ing features of the garden in the better developed dndustrial communities—the industrial community which is the ideal of the higher grade industrial organiza- i it to such an extent in daffodils and irls, peonfes and larkspur, hollyhocks and sunflowers that and made | opportunity for fine relations, for what ‘we call culture. . There is at work in our industrial life s passion for universal human well being, the buflding up and preservation of health, the development of apprecia- tion of what is good and worthy. There is growing in all our industrial commu- nities a larger toleration, an effort to create the machinery for co-operation and expression. In many-quarters these ambitions have been largely realized, i'but it is slow business—slow business to | change the point of view of workers as well as of employers, to establish confi- dence, willingness to co-operate where there has been general suspicion, and not only willingness, but even a desire, to fight. Slowly we are working out of this, body who takes account of the civilization that is growing up in the United Staies must take account of these things. That is, our civilization is not, as M. Caillaux seems to think, | devoted purely to sanftation, motor cars, radio and movie entertainment. Al our workers do not their Jeisure in & restless effort to get away from them- { lves. The picture he draws*comes from a bad-mannered, noisy, highly conspicuous few. Many More Plentiful. Thousands upon thousands of people in the United States are, for the first | time in thefr hard lives, finding them- selves with the money to get some of the material satisfactions of life. It is not strange that for a period they should feel that these are enough. The majority know better. ‘The victims themselves Jearn better. A great, steady mass in this country lead Hves based on something besides material satisfac- tion. Our workers are not dumb, driven cattle, though there are dumb, driven cattle among them. Their emplo; are not slave drivers, slave drivers among them. ‘When you hear a lealler of American industry like Owen D. Young telling his collenrgues that America must furnish a | cultural 25 well as one insuring physical weilboing, you know admit that it is go- there are :;;tm ‘zr: Let us e long to bring it to anythi Hke full fruition—the seeds are y:l‘l_‘;!“ The question is, are these seeds heaithy enough. are they widely enough scat- tered, is their cultivation going to be thorough enough to run out the seeds of destruction that M. Oaillaux sees in our civilization, and which unquestion- ably are there? Life a Series of Experiments. Seeds of destruction are everywhere, and alwa$s have been. Let us say that there are such seeds in M. Caiflaux him- self, as well as in his beloved France. They are in every one of us nation. But men and the government of the world, if they are intelligent, know that life is a series of experiments, of failures, of constant correction. American civilization as we see it fs a mixed benefit; but it is not, as M. Cail- laux intimates, simply a civilisation “pulled with a string.” There is sclousness of our , indeed, pos- sibly there never in ‘history of the world was franker recognition of na- tional weakness than we have mow, more persistent pointing of them out, wider d, more spread, 3 aation to conquer them through a steady development of the idealistic purposes, the humanitarian ends which are the very Tife blood of the best that we have today in the United States. Foreign Flag Curb * Ordered in Italy Display of foreign in Ttaly here- after will be subject mhn re'ullly tion from §50 to $150 assessable upon those avold complying with the law. No attempt will be made to govern'the ac- foreign consulates and embas- sles, and upon the oceasion of royal visits from other countries it be permissible to show .courtesy by flying. the flag in question, in case the Italian tricolor is shown together with it and in & superior L cases those who wish I have known more than one mamager *po of industrial relations. to “view with alarm” the tendency of the workers to supplying the tables and of putting @own potatoes for the Winter. s Gardlen His Spechal Care. No one tan travel through the indus- trial towns of this country, or threugh the suburbs of industrial cities, without realizing the growth of the interest that can state, which ularity immediaf of the concordat. industrial communities there | Which Lo‘ur worker has in his yard and garden. ‘certain seems to me to be as great ambition for shrubs and flowers and vines as there is Yor a car or a radio. M. Caillaux says that he would much rather go to a ravine, a thicket, than to o and turnips. . social ter. The trouble with M. Calllaux, as wel as with many of us, is that we have not ; " read. toward ization an material we] 3 our in- ‘Well, ] ] !_i i § i b by the_authorities, with fines ranging | a ot groat pop- | An ely after the signing On occasion it was An Author Discovers Greece, Another Throws New Light on Old Places in Europe and a Third Delves Into American Life: East and West—More Mystery Stories. L] Tty i1 ncel The past wetting for the activities age. It is in such spirit 3 ck leads us, by way of into the Greece of the bare and beaten land- Hellas,” aecording sun-baked and unpoeti fg¥ g‘ i fr political rule? What their out- the future? What their im- average reader needs to give reality to a vision that belongs to #ges now gone. Fquipped for compatisons drawn from personal observations as few travel writers are, or have been, Mr. Franck free and illuminating use of this of interpreters in tory, geography and story come to- gether here, a trio dependable and { mforming as they are in combination altogether captivating. | * x % % | BOB DAVIS ABROAD! Davis, author of “Over My La#t Bhoulder,” etc. New York: D. Ap- pleton & Co. By Robert H. seized out of our own back yards. at home or away it Is, after all, the writer himself, the himself, who turns the common ways into byways .| Squspmment a | yecords of ways of life that . | different from those TALY, France, England, Canada—| of observation and record. Beginning with,the original Colonies, from which : | waves of migration moved in slow suc- ‘cession mcross the vast eountry, ploneer areax and localities have not enurely“glven way to the familiar modern life. There is & ‘of writers who have served well varjous pioneer sections, maki are not | that ::E Colonial . settlers were compelled 5 Hamlin Garland, Sandburg, Anderson, Masters, Roolvag, and many another stand as chroniclers of the Midwest in its colonial aspects and implications. Poet, historian or novelist these all pic- ture Eastern settlements moved out into the West, not different essentially from | the true Colonial settiements. The story | of Willlam Hart. “My Life, East and ‘West"! takes its place among these an- nals of the Middle West. To be sure, the life of Hart as actor on the stage and before the screen does 1ot bear this theme as does the of this writer in describ- ing Jhis childhood in the West, Mov- d in what is now the near wan Weet Warts rather, ‘mined flour, “the white gold.” Here from one to w!nt to another in Illinots, anuot:. isconsin, he moved while the Ila Willlam Hart, shared the work and as boys will, found time for no end of o | browsing around the prairies with dog and horse. A boy sees more than any | other human, a live boy does, and it is due to this fact that we come into | S n_here of & really rare store of fact concerning those days in which Indians took & part in the common life of those white pioneers. The days when “Bill Hart,” farm-boy, took in the business of making a living. Now, later, when Hart became a celeb- Tity the story is less fresh, perhaps less interesting, though of that I'm not sure. recital as no as authentic in this land of miracles, of the see-saw of great wealth and deep 7, of the movie millionaire and the chewing- gum Midas—why, this account of Bill Hart's life does not sound at all ltke a dream of Haroun Al Raschid. Just | a plain American, taking his chance instead. The first of the story is valu- | able history in a general view of i- | tive modes of life in the United | ‘The rest of it is just as true, no doubt, | but rather more ‘personal in its reach, | | more fantastic in its actuality. * % x % THE FIFTH LATCHKEY. By Natalle | Sumner Lincoln, aythor of “The| Men Inside,” etc. New York: D. Appleton & Co. FO N mystery tales stand to| thé mecount of this Washington | writer. The last one, like the others, | makes use of the Capital City as the | seat of crime and mystery. Well, there | | 18 mothing wrong about that—nothing | | unreal about it. To the local dweller | this plan gives undeniable zest to the reading. gives vividness to the action. | Por , the murder ithm. starts | ts Ing, to see the brick | | latest murder.” And so they do. Back |in_town it is easy to go around to H | street where in bachelor quarters that | | mysterious Russian lived. And across of pleasure and delight. The man in th's case tdles around Europe—land of story and song, of art in its various modes, of history momentous since his- tory was ycmnt Apparently he sees none of these things—not this time, at any rate. Instead, it is an old man 3| with the vestiges of better cavs about him that catches the eye and heart of Bob Davis—and he a trifling story around him, as trifiing as tragedy is, as sorrow Is, as ;?eea\ng doom is. Or it 15 the moment with the “underfed epicure” over in Italy bent to the busi- ness of one square meal. The party of the other part is a spring kid. bundled into the car and headed upon the business of that ‘square meal.” You know -the rest—the kid cried for { its mother, and sidled against the legs of that hungry man, seeking safety and warmth. Sounded exactly like a baby crying for its mother. And it was. | Well—you read that story, for it is a beautiful one. Not a story at all, either the book , whether Canada or any other where. The man, you see—it is 'always the man, the writer. 1t of the words— there is only a small s | must_be, since handful of themes. With this partic- |ular Bob Davis it is' the genius for fittle things, for a flashing moment of | life, that inspires his hand—his heart jand mind—to such deeply beautiful into the universal things of . _This last sounds too large. But it isn't. Rather, it means to cover the million littlenesses of life with its single vast bigness. * K x % CAGLIOSTRO. By Johannes von Guenther. Paterson, Illustrations by _Paul Wenck. New York: Harper & Bros. AMERICAN hardly could have done this. Not yet do we suf- the fact that art hl.: Jaten, mystic, mesmerist—such as this a theme for art apprecia- tion and Jection, right then would the scandalised arbiters deny him hear- . Buch, however, is the subject of s Born to deception and mal Hes ing . 1t s that this author looks upon the man as a subject into which he the mental and moral source pure charlatanism and @ boy, to start with Today we’d call him a drug clerk. In that old apothecary’s shop in Palermo the 1ad began to concoct many 2 thing other than pure medicaments. Alchemy drew him toward strang vislons and strange in that day bits ourselves. We the shadow of Translated by Huntley Beale, specialist in high standing, young | and beautiful besides. And there are | others for us to find, those who had | | roles near to leading ones in_the mur- | Simplified. | der of Eric Van Vechten. The fello | really ought to have besn made | | with—he was too fascinating, too un- scrupulous, too—oh, many of 1 hhln‘s besides! A very skillful series | of plans and counter plans keep the | reader on the road a good part of the | time, burning .up gas on the road back | and forth between Rockville and Wash- | ington in meny a trip that turns out | In” each case to be an adroit blind lead. As usual in one of the Lincoln | mys‘ery tales the reader becomes se | upon | youth who looks guilty—not very guilt | but_enough so to breed alarm in the reader—shall not really be the one who did the deed. Of course, he wasn't. Couldn't be—yet. one is nervous. Then, | at_the proper time. when a very ex- | cellent Tomance of Washington society | has been pictured as in some way in- terested in the unhappy matter—why | then the real criminal is found. Bless | him! Did you say “Bless him"? Yes, | that is just what I satd—not about the | murder, no, not about that, but about tother things. 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