Evening Star Newspaper, March 22, 1931, Page 87

undergrowth and the sound of bodies falling over the wild-vine rope guards which they had fixed to surrounding trees, told them that the attackers were present in force, Some one flung a lighted brand from the fire into the dry wall of scrub, - This done, they snatched their rifiés and ran ‘for cover. What happened next must have greatly surprised the Papangis. & moment ‘the only sound was the cracklingof the flaming scrub. Then the gelignite went off like a battery of guns in ackon, and a dense pall of smoke de- scended upon the battle scene. Under. its cover, the nine went back and rescued scraps of the meal they had been-eating when the attack began, and the gold which had been for the journey. Then they turned on the valley of riches and set off hills for the nearest waterway. At the top of the divide they looked back. The whole forest was ablaze. Evidently the Following it down, they joined & larger stream and found an easier passage along its crocodile-infested waters. Before sunrise they came upon a large river and the carriers smelt a native village in the darkness. It was & village that Macrae knew, and while the seven kindled fires along the gark to at- tract the crocodiles: Macrae and Macdonald swam across and returned with canoes which appropriated undetected, The pre- and scanty supplies saved from the the hills were put aboard, and they pushed off, letting the current carry them toward safety. TH! end of tha.t adventure is best told in """ Robert Macdonald’s own words, as related #n his book. P “Four days later, near sundown, we -were astonished to hear a voice hail us in English from the bank. ‘This way, boys,’ the owner of the voice called. ‘This way to the new Eldo= rado. Howling Dingoes! It's Mac. “‘How far are we from Tamata?’ asked one of the party. “‘Tamata is at present nearly deserted,’” re- plied the man. ‘This is the latest find, dis- covered since you left; there are 40 men here already and more coming. We've got a second Yodda Valley, and—but where on earth have you come from?’ “We were now alongside. ‘From the land of gold, old man,’ Mac replied, gripping the old-timer’s hand! ‘Prom over the mountains of the moon, and from the land beyond the shadows; but we're hungry.’” Safe that night, in the latest gold-mining camp in New Guinea they slept soundly, and THE SUNDAY S‘l‘AR, WASHINGTON, D. C, MARCH 22, . 1931. The silence was broken by blood-cur- dling yells and a flight of spears crashed into camp. next day sent their gold to Tamata by petrol launch, and with it ‘went two members of the party—one with fever and the other to look after him. The rest remained in the new camp, meaning to return to the Papangi counfry. But they didn’t, for, like true rolling stones, they presently decided that even the thrill of finding limitless quantities of gold cannot last, and before many weeks had passed some at least of them were looking for opals in Queensland for a change, Most of that party are still traveling. The gold i3 up there in the mountains, but as long as they have enough with which to reach the rext adventure they will not worry. And if you remind Robert Macdonald of his escapes from death in trackless New Guinea, he will probably begin to talk about some other equally astounding adventure, For like all the glorious company of frue rolling stones, he has had so many that they have almost ceased to thrill him. He knows only that he could not do without them— that he wouldn't have missed the mosquitoes, the fever, the torrid heat ard the thrill of adventure if you offered him all the gom the Bank of England. Some men are that way. (Copyright, 1931.) “Einstein, If You KnowWhat 1 Mean!”~—By-Nina W ilcox Puinam speaking of the married Siamese twin who divorced her husband bes cause he wouldi't take her sister out any place, has the Einstein Theory made trouble in your house like it has in mine? Because ever since the professor started taking some of the limelight from Will Rogers, our home hasn't been the same. Of course, home hasn't really been the same for many years, but let that pass. What I am talking about is Prof. Einstein's coming over here and dumping a new theory on us poor Americans when we already had an over- production of theories. We had. enough to choke & horse, in fact, including that theory about leading said horse to water, etc., ete. And to go back to my home (I do, once in & while), the minute my family read about Einstein’s Theory they commenced making it an alibi for everything they did. Even Junior hasn’t escaped the curse. TI've often told his father Junior oughtn’t to read the papers, especially the more comic sections, and the child proved me right last night when I asked him was his homework done and he says “relativitally.” However, when my husband’s mother moved in last week and says she’s been reading this Theory of Relativity and decided Einstein was right, we ought to see more of our relatives; well, it’s a good thing the professor was off some place where I couldn’t get my hands on his Santa Claus wig. He'd nced a wig to escape me, but at that, many a modest man has grown a beard, although none of 'em ever succeeded in using it as a smoke-screen. AND speaking of beards, a friend of mine named Einstein (Jakey) told me he'd heard the reason so few people over in Europe had ever heard of the professor is that when the prof. retires to that little mountain-top shack of his and the American reporters are 2"l standing at the foot of the mountain and iooking at the closed front door and wondering wiict the professor is doing inside, why the prof. isn’t there at all, he’s put on a beard, climbed out of the back window and gone to Paris. Then when he’s got a lot of new ideas he climbs back in, hangs the kris-kingle on a hook and comes out the front door and tells the wailting reporters what he learned in Paris, but is naturally careful to tell it in language which can’t possibly be understood. Oh well, probably that's just one of those stories that gets round. Anyway, this dope of his about measuring time is another thing which has wrecked our home life even worse than was inevitable through natural tear and wear. Sister Anne has got s0 she thinks her beaux can stay in the parior for a straight week and no one "will notice. And as to the time she comes in at night, well infinity is more like it. . “Oh, you ean’t measure time!” she says. “Einstein says s0.” And when he pulls a line like that on me I can’t say whether she’s right or he's wrong, because all I ever measured was for mew parlor curtains, Maybe if somebody would read one of Prof. Einstein’s books they'd know what it was all about. But naturally few of us will go that far to satisfy a purely impersonal intellectual suriosity. Woman Humorist Tells ffow Certain Theories Hawve Wrecked Homes—Her Ideas About Prof. Einstein and His Work. “I wonder if the radio installment man could be stalled this month with an Einstein quotation.” g Among other peculiarities, my husband is a great Einstein fan, though he refuses to ex- plain to my inferior intelligence just what the idea of it is. In fact, having your husband understand Einstein apparently is worst than having him join the Masons when it comes to getting him to explain the secret meaning of it all. The nearest mine ever came to expounding the Einstein theory to me was the other night when he came weaving in at 3 a.m. He’s not in the textile business, but he can weave at times. And when I asked him where he'd been, he says: “Starting nowhere and measuring billions of miles across nothing, same as Einstein!” So I guess he was in Dinty Moore's all evening. N it comes to relatives who have bor- rowed money and then read in the papers where Einstein says that time isn’t what we thought it was, but something else again, well take my cousin Tommy for instance—take him as far as you want and leave him there. Cousin Tommy # the kind that is always borfowing a five for the very last time. He does it again and again, and each time you agree with him that it's the last he’ll ever get from you, but somehow he talks you out of the next one. I bet you know the kind. Well, when I tied Cousin Tommy to a kitchen chair last night and stood over him with the bread knife and hinted fo him that times were too hard for me to be soft any more, and that his last loan from . me was five weeks overdue, do you know that that Penquin had the vest to say? “Read Einstein, dear girl, read Einstein and realize that time is merely a racket the watch and clock makers have been putting over on us for years. If I paid you back 10 months from now it would be the same as if I'd paid you fast week. Time is all a mistaké.”. “Oh is it!” I says. *“Well, thete are a lot of boys wearing pajamas up the river at the Government’s expense who would like to con- vince some judge of the Einstein theory then.» It seems we've been fpoled, not only on.time, but on the subject of space, t00. The yard E sticks, tape measares and inch worms were all just made up for a joke. Tell it to the renting package of pemmican. No, yes I mean our theory of space all wrong. idea. Well, the bird who He ought to go over big with . While as for the hot-air furnace stallment!!! OH yeah, but the trouble is maybe there 1§ - something to this Einstein theory. It's all ° very well to laugh at it, but laugh with the samé feeling that some people laugh at religiomn—s shaking inside for fear there may be something to it, after all. If there was nothing to the Einstein theories, why would all these learned professors with beards sit around listening to him? Or did they grow the beards while they sat there waiting to find out what it was all about? That's what puzzles me. So every time I-want to snap back at one of my family when they slug me with an imported Einstein wise- crack, I'm scared to do so, on account they may have said something clever, and it's merely me that don’t know it. So ladies and gentlemen, if there is anybody in the audience who can tell me if Einstein, like Sherman, was right and why, will they please mail me a simple, clear 10-word ex- planation of the theory of relativity? Write plainly and use one side of the paper ‘only, .« I have left a two-cent stamp on deposit at the<® office of the newspaper to prepay the postage. I thought one stamp would be plenty, I thank you. (Coperignt, 1931.) Stone Industry Slumps, Tnx stone industry was not so heavy in 1929 as compared with the figures of 1927. I fact, production of various stones for ind - and building purposes was off about $17,000, for the year. Only two types showed any gains, these being marble for table tops and marble stafuary,