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B—2 PERSONAL STYLE AND SEEKER FOR ELUSIVE PEACE & THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., SATURDAY, DECEMBER 12, 1936. Author Gives Picturesque Record of Explorers in Midst of Chinese Carnage—Anthology Which Overlooks America. Novels Which Present Some Individual Ideas. By Mary Carter Roberts. I FOUND NO PEACE. By Webb Miller. New York: Simon & Schuster. EBB MILLER changed his name, from the one which his parents had given him —Webster—to the one by which he is now pretty widely known— In order that he might have a good, snappy by-line. That would seem to have been characteristic of him. He ‘was & reporter, first, last and always. In his present book, his autobiography, he does remark that he has been over most of the world in his life and has seen most of the historic events of that time. and that he has nowhere found peace, or even men of peaceful intent. But he is not really con- ecerned much about the meaning of events. It is always the event itself that has fascinated him. And that probably is why he is one of the best reporters in the world. His book comes at a time when the presses seem to be glutted with autobiographies of newspaper men. ‘Whether Vincent Shean set the fashion, with his wonderfully profita- ble volume, or whether he merely happened to be first in a fashion that was inevitable anyway, is a ques- tion. There is this to be said for the latter supposition—most of these reporters are about the same age, most of them have had parallel experi- ences, and the state of the world is, at present, comparatively quiescent. It may be merely natural that men who have had such extraordinarily broad opportunities to observe the planet’s muddle-headed blatting about through recent decades should feel an impulse to sit down while there is time and put their observations into coher- ent form. A significant thing about these memoirs is that they are not those of old or retired men. Their writers are still in harness and will go back to work when the next calamity descends upon us. W‘!ZBB MILLER'S book is really . very good reading. As has been said, he writes of events instead of interpreting them. He differs from the Shean-Spivak-Freeman school of autobiographical writing in this; they have discarded the simple reporter's role for that of the somewhat grandiose prophet, and, like most grandiose (or somewhat grandiose) performers, they please no one except those who agree with them anyway. Most people prefer a story to a tract. Webb Miller’s book is a story, in spite of its prophetic title. He offers no panaceas, no solutions, no profundities. He attaches himself to Do ism as the ultimate or absolute. “This happened,” he remarks. “I saw 4t And that is about all. He tells of his boyhood, spent on various tenant farms in Michigan. The Millers were poor; he had never had two suits of clothes until he started for Chicago to get a job—re- porting, of course. He had already set his mind on that. He tells of his eub days on the American, when he chiefly reported crimes and hangings. He then tells of his start as a free lance, covering the pursuit of the | Mexican bandit, Villa. And from then on, his narrative goes through the World War, the occupation of the Rhineland, the Riffian War, the Gandhi riots in India, and the con- quest of Ethiopia, when, as is history now, he scooped the world on the start of hostilities. Many smaller matters are, of course, tossed in. It is straight reporting of reporting. It is the best manner of newspaper writing | that there is—a combination of a per- sonal style with an impersonal mind. Any story, however, is improved by putting it in a frame, by giving it a boundary and a shape, and Webb Miller is far too astute a writer not to know that. So he has wound sround his narrative a little legend about himself—his personal develop- ment from a shy, shrinking farm boy, with all the inhibitions that a poverty- stricken country childhood imposes on & sensitive nature, to a self-posses- sed master of his craft and man of many worlds. There is something indescribably good about this. It is done so completely without swank, it is 8o devoid of the offensive self-pity and self-admiration which have clouded some recent autobiographies of re- porters, notably that of Joseph Free- man, that it becomes an unusual asset rather the usual liability in such a work. It is not given much space or much importance. But it serves ad- mirably as a frame for the rest of the Miller story. : As to the title, it rests where titles should rest, on the substance of its book. That book, as has been said, deals with crimes, wars and rumors of wars in almost every part of the world. Mr. Miller by temperament loves peace, a positive, contemplative ce such as is prescribed as medicine ) or the soul in the writings of Henry Thoreau. Thoreau, he says, has been his mentor through his life. He has carried a copy of “Walden” with him eonstantly; he has, in fact, worn out three copies. But he has found no peace, because there is none. With the closing remark that he thinks another war is inevitable, he leaves it 8t that. 1t is a splendid picture of the world, @s a really great reporter sees it. THE FLIGHT OF BIG HORSE. By Sven Hedin. Translated by F. H. Lyon. New York: E. P. Dutton & Co. Tx-ns is a highly interesting com- bination of travel book and ad- venture story. For it gives the ac-~ eount of what started to be merely an exploring expedition, but turned into an agile dodging party between hos- tile Chinese armies bent on destroy- ing one another and sublimely indif- ferent to the presence of casual white acientists, It makes an exciting and sometimes an uproarious tale. It is the record of an expedition which the veteran explorer, Sven He- din, was leading into Sinkiang in the Spring of 1934. The expedition had no political interest whatsoever; it was neutral, and devoted entirely to scientific and economic research. ‘When it had gone too far to turn back, it suddenly found itself between the lines of a eivil war of considerable mag- nitude. The local Chinese population had risen against Chin-shu-jen under the leadership of Ma Chung-yin, whose name transiated means Big Horse. As Hedin saw them, both lead- MARY ELLEN CHASE, Author of “This England.” (Macmillan.) to be reported here, he was forced to run away from his war, and Dr. Hed- in's party assisted him, willy-nilly, with their highly convenient motor lorries. They then found themselves faced with embarrassing explanations to make to the victorious authorities. But it all came out well in the end. It is as picturesque a record as has appeared in a long time. Whether it be read as history or adventure, it is excellent entertainment. THE OXFORD BOOK OF ENGLISH VERSE. Edited by William But- ler Yeats. New York: Oxford Uni- versity Press. Tl-fls collection, which must call for the attention of readers every- where, represents its distinguished editor's personal preferences and per- sonal interpretation of poetic history in recent decades, and seems some- what less than a representative an- thology. It may be that it is more worthy for that reason; better per- haps to have the personal willful choice of a brilliant man than the careful, reasoned-out program of a pedant. You will get less chaff that way in the long run. Yet it is cu- rious to find an anthoiogy of “modern” verse that ignores such poets as Rob- ert Frost, Vachel Linsay, Edward Ar- lington Robinson and Elinor Wylie. Mr. Yeats writes, to be sure, that he has deliberately omitted the work of all American poets save those whose writing seems to him essentially Eng- lish. But does this omission belong in an anthology of “modern” verse? Would it not be better to change the title to an anthology of modern Eng- lish and Irish verse? Then it would cover the case, as Mr. Yeats pre- | sents it. For his book is built up around his own individual interpretation of the development of English and Irish poetry in the years since Pater. The first revolt against the Victorians, he | says, began with the group of young Hamlets which included Ernest Dow- | son, Francis Thompson and Lionel | Johnson; they drank black coffee and | absinthe, went mad and committed | suicide. They were determined to purge poetry of all non-poetic stuff, | they worshipped Catullus, Verlaine | and Baudelaire. “The bitter and the | gay,” they called themselves. Lord, could such posing be? | After them came the folk versifiers, Housman and Hardy and Synge, with Robert Bridges and Kipling contin- uing Victorian forms in a chastened | manner. And then the day of Edith | Sitwell and T. S. Eliot, the artificers. | To them and their contemporaries he j devotes brief chapters in his intro- | duction. They tell us little, these| chapters, beyond that he found rea- son for including such and such a poet’s work. His introduction is not | a critical explanation of his anthology, nor is it, in any except the most | strictly personal sense, a history of poetry in modern times. Yes, on the whole, incomplete as the anthology seems, and limited as is its introduction, the collection does con- trive to touch many peaks, and con- tains relevant material for a student of modern poetry. It is a valuable work. The reviewer has long since come to rate any anthology by what it actually contains, and not by what it announces itself as containing. This volume has some excellent modern verse in it. The anthology perfect cannot be compiled for any man ex- cept by himself. BITTER VICTORY. By Louis Guil- loux. Translated from the French by Samuel Putnam. New York: Robert M. McBride & Co. THIB is & savagely bitter novel about human defeat. Old as the theme is. it is still quite possibie to write books on it that have newness, and M. Guilloux has done that. His book reads with an inevitable famili- arity, but with a vivid life. If at times it becomes a trifie wearying, that is because of the author’s monotonous f\ insistence on grim physieal details; it is not because he has lacked artistic vitality. The story is that of Prof. Merlin, nicknamed Cripure, & schoolmaster in a provincial French city during the third year of the World War. He is the man who has loved honor and who finds himself a worldly failure, the town laughing stock. Nothing in his whole existence bears out his inner convictions. He appears a buffoon, a satyr, & pedant, a very mockery of & man. It is possible for essentially inferior men to laugh at him quite sincerely. Such a tale, of course, rests entirely on its author’s ability. It has been told too many times before to claim attention as a concept. Suffice it to repeat that M. Guilloux keeps his novel alive, fresh and forceful through- out. No lover of the novel form can fail to feel respect for it. But the book is too intelligent, too savage, too subtle to appeal to a very large public. HONORABLE ESTATE. By Vera Brittain. New York: The Mac- millan Co. 'HIS is & novel written to a thesis, and consequently more on the argumentative side than on that of It deals with modern. While dealing with such & question at all seems today like set- ing up a straw man to knock over, the work is written with all the in- dignant feeling which feminists have usually brought to their subject, and will no doubt move the adherents of the cause to sympathy. It is respect- ably written, and has some of the stuff of which popularity is made, but seems to the reviewer without signi- ficance other than that of setting forth & pretty well-known case. RICH MAN POOR MAN. By Janet Ayer Fairbank. Boston: Hough- ton Mifflin Co. THXB is another big, thick novel de- voted to portraying “an era.” That means, in a reviewer’s irreverent parlance, that it is a beok without characters and with trumped-up “issues” acting the parts. One does not merely wonder why such books are published. It is not conducive to sanity to wonder anything about the publishing business. One wonders, rather, that they are written. What a tremendous amount of labor! And not a spark of life from beginning to end. Not even good writing in this case, but trite, stodgy, dull stuff that maunders between romantic school girlism and the steam-whistle style | of the female cause-monger. It has quite a bit of marrying and remarry- ing in it, however, and so may well be popular. The era in question (in case you want to know) is the one Which be- gan with the Bull Moose campaign of 1912 and ended in the well-known post-war years. The heroine, rightly enough, is the type which in future, mere discerning years may come to symbolize pre-war America—the lady Jacket design by Agnes Tait for “Rich Man qur Man,” b < 3 (T &\ W% 4 ! Y ;A\*fi Ellen Chase. (Macmillan.) b S IMPERSONAL W7 V) 14 Jacket design by M. Hinkin for “This England,” by Mary use of the first person singular, is a simple, rambling chronicle of life in South America’s roughest frontier. Seemingly written for his own pleas~ ure, it gains thereby a certain breezy freshness which is entirely welcome to one fed up with high-pressure ad- | venture, Meandering pleasantly along, the | author sets out to tell of his 12 years in the cattle industry in Paraguay, and succeeds admirably in constructing a sort of autobiographical hash, which |is mainly interesting for its view of |the country and its peoples. It is, | ! however, spiced liberally with welle man has already written & number of books on religious subjects, and is well known to Washingtonians. To those who find benefit in daily re- ligious reading, his volume would seem to call for recommendation. WAKE AND REMEMBER. By James Gray. New York: The Macmijllan Co. Tuls is an analytical novel in which things happen 50 easily as to strain the reader's credulity. Mr Gray reduces every emotion of his hero to an analytical pulp, but lets events fall as he wishes. He builds up, MIND, LIFE OF BOOK NEW O. HENRY MANUSCRIPTS ‘Gitl’s Curiosity Leads to Discovery of Writer’s Articles in Files of Texas Paper—Magazine Story of Origin of a Name. Book-Listing Business Still Flourishes. By M.C.R. ICTION PARADE, carrying this I Sandburg's “The People, Y makes the following disclosure: “It was & surprise to us to find that the name -Sandburg . . . is not his real family name, but one chosen by his Swedish father for & very prac- tical reason. “Born August Johnson, his father, on first arriving in America, found work on a railroad construction gang. But as there were several other August Johnsons on the same job, Carls father found that this coincidence was causing his pay envelope to go astray. It was to prevent this calamity that he adopted the new name, Sandberg, which his famous son now bears.” It was a surprise to the reviewer, ' t00, no less than to the editors of Piction Parade. ANUARY Redbook Magazine prom- ises to publish some newly dis- covered O. Henry manuscripts. These came to light, says the announcement, through a “girl's curiosity as to why O. Henry got a pay increase to $25 a week."” It explains that Miss Mary Harrell, O. Henry's biographer, making an examination of the records of the Houston Post for the time when O. Henry wrote for it, found that in the Spring of 1896, O. Henry got the raise | to $25 from $15 a week, although his column was frequently missing from the paper's pages. “Miss Harrell,” says the announce- ment, “concluded that he must have been doing other work for the-Post at this time, and this led to her dis- | § (Houghton Miffiin Co.) SVEN HEDIN, Author of “The Flight of ‘Big Horse’”» (E. P. Dutton & Co.) reformer, the social conscience gal, the legitimate descendant of Carrie Nation, in other and unkinder words. A writer smart enough (and some of them are so far from smart)! to have seen that this kind of woman was a “type female” of her day, might have been expected to have intelligence enough to make her as mercilessly funny and offensive as she really was. But Mrs. Janet Ayer Fairbank takes her heroine seriously. She takes the whole book seriously evidently. But nothing can make the reviewer take Mrs. Janet Ayer Fairbank seriously. And there you are. HALF THE WORLD IS ISFAHAN. By Caroline Singer and Cyrus Leroy Baldridge. New York: Ox- ford University Press. reader of this decorative book will undoubtedly be surprised at the conspicuous difference between the concepts of Iran (or Persia) which are set forth by the artist and the writer of the text. That, indeed, is the overwhelming impression which arises from the whole work. For Mr, Baldridge’s sketches and illustrations, while finely executed and uced, seem made in the Paradise of the Prophet, so contented and well-doing do his subjects seem. But Miss Sing- er's text tells of poverty, famine, op- pression, ignorance and primitivism. Surely, one feels, looking from print to picture, these are not about the same places. It is & record of a year's travel about Fersia. The collaborators went into mountain villages, desert tents. They conversed with types of many kinds. Their book is unquestionably a very handsome affair, as Oxford Univer- sity Press has presented it, with full color illustrations, deep margins, and excellent type. One thinks of it at once as an inevitable Christmas gift. But one feels, somehow, that it really ought to be two books, so diverse are the points of view reflected in it. PARAGUAYAN INTERLUDE. By C. W. Thurlow Craig. New York. Prederick A. Stokes Co. Hm finally, is a travel book which spectacular the ordinary, or dramatize the business of making s living in a strange land. Oraig’s ook, devoid of plot and chief- umu*mhh |dnl‘n character sketches and amus- lmx anecdotes and on the whole is | several cuts above the average travel | volume. R.C. R. | | BALLET PROFILE. By Irving Deakin. | New York: The Dodge Publishing | co )IRVING DEAKIN, well known au- | & thority on the ballet, publishes here | an excellent and badly needed hand- book on the modern dance. It is | both & history of the movement, from its classic state in the imperial Rus- | sian school to the present, and a story | | of the lives, achievements and per- | sonalities of the dancers and artists | who have contributed to it. Pavlova, | Nijinski, Karsavina, Diaghileff, Fo- | | kine and so on. It is good factual | | history, but written with color and enthusiasm. It would seem to be| indispensable to ballet lovers and students. | THE MELLOW FRUITS OF EX-| PERIENCE. By L. M. Zimmer- | man. Philadelphia: The United | Lutheran Publishing House. 'HIS is a little book of page-length sermons by the former minister of Christ Lutheran Church of Balti- more. They are simple, straightfor- ward and sincere religious talks. They have a readable quality which ought to make them popular. Dr. Zimmer- Non-Fiction. THIS ENGLAND. By Mary Elen Chase. New York: The MacMillan Co. Trite essays on Albion. Less than tepid. PRESENTATION OF THE BUST OF LORD KELVIN TO THE SMITH- SONIAN INSTITUTION BY THE ENGLISH - SPEAKING UNION. ‘The addresses delivered on the occa= sion. THE CONSTITUTIONALIST. By Stephen A. Day. Boston: The Christopher Publishing House. How to preserve the safeguards. THE ROLE OF POLITICS IN 8O- CIAL CHANGE. By Charles E. Merriam. New York: New York University Press. An examination of the subject. Ele- mentary. G EVERYTHING HAPPENED 'TO HIM. The story of Tex Rickard by Mrs. Tex Rickard. New York: Frederick A. Stokes Co. The life of the institutor of the million-dollar gate. ACROSS THE PLAINS AND AMONG THE DIGGINGS. By Alonso Del- ‘%M. New York: Wilson Erickson 0. A reprint of the original edition. SECRET WRITING.' By Henry Ly- sing. New York: David Kemp & An introduction to eryptograms, ciphers and codes. ; SOME OF MY BEST FRIENDS ARE JEWS. By Robert Gessner. New | York: Parrar & Rinehart. Mr. Gessner, who once saved the Indians, now turns his generous pro- fessional anguish on the Jews. DOCTRINES OF THE CATHOLIC CHURCH. By Robert G. Brehmer, jr. With s preface by Rev. James M. Gills of the Paulist Pathers, editor of the Cath- olis '-l‘.l [ Brief Review of Books | | for instance, a convincing picture of | the resentment of the hero's younzi son to his father's second romance, but wipes out this deep-seated trouble by the simple device of having the | father speak a few well-chosen words | at the right moment. One simply | can’t believe things happen that way. ‘The hero, devoted to his wife's mem- | ory, faces the task of building another | life. He becomes involved with the | problems of others and by helping them to a solution is freed from his own dilemma. Mr. Gray lets these | people think like human beings, but ! he pulls the strings of his plot with | 80 undisguised an auctorial hand that | the story is unconvincing. E. T. Pet Food Guarded. "THERE has been such an increase in | canned dog and cat foods that the | Bureau of Animal Industry has found it necessary to amend its regulations concerning branding. Heretofore the cans were required to bear the legend, U. S. Inspected and Passed by the | Department of Agriculture, Now, that legend is reserved ex- clusively for human foods and the animal foods must carry a different statement, indicating that the product has been prepared in plants which are subjected to PFederal inspection. 13 A statement of the church’s posi- tion in the social sciences. JOHN L. LEWIS. By Cecil Carnes. New York: Robert Speller Pub- lishing Corp. ‘The life of the labor leader. MEN OF CONCORD. By Henry D. Thoreau. Edited by Francis H. Allen. Tlustrations by N. C. Wyeth. Boston: Houghton Miffin Co. Selections from Thoreau’s Journal. Good gift book. Fiction. BACKWATER VOYAGE. By Archie Binns. New York: Reynal & Hitchcock. Limited edition of & tepid little tale about two sailors ‘and an old sail- boat. DARK METROPOLIS. By John Ar- thur, Boston: Meador Publishing Co. Novel of Harlem. EXPLORERS' CLUB TALES. Edited by the Publications Committee of the Explorers’ Club. New York: Dodd Mead & Co. ‘True stories of exploration, research and adventure. Very good. Juveniles. STORY PARADE. Philadelphia: John C. Winston Co. A collection of stories by eminent authors. Excellent. 4 Poetry. RESTLESS ANCHOR. By Wendy Marsh. New York: Greystone Press. Good, workmanlike verse. Some- ‘what on the whimsical side. LADDERS AND BRIDGES. By Kath- erine Bregy. Philadelphia: David Poetie drams sbout the late hard times, ES 13 WEBB MILLER, Author of “I Found No Peace.” covery of the stories published in the newspaper.” Redbook will publish five of these tales, the first appearing in January. As CHRISTMAS season approaches the book-listing business flourishes wickedly, and we now have the Na- tion coming out with a group of choices, according to the bourgeois holiday this severe recognition at least. Here are works of which it approves. “The Last Puritan,” by George San- tayana; “The Thinking Reed,” by Re- becca West; “Days of Wrath,” by Andre Malraux; “Eyeless in Gaza,” by Aldous Huxley; “The Earth Trembles,” by Jules Romains; “The Big Money,” by John Dos Passos; “A World I Never Made,” by James T. Farrell; “Absalom! Absalom!” by William Faulkner; “The ‘War Goes On,” by Sholom Asch; “The Borzol Reader,” edited by Carl Van Doren; “Education Before Verdun,” by Arnold Zweig; “The Works of Alex- ander Pushkin”; Stories of Three Decades,” by Thomas Mann, and “The Brothers Ashkenasi,” by I J. Singer. That is to say, those are the works of fiction of which the Nation approves. The reviewer can concede that all of them are serious and that some of them are accomplished. None of them is representative of its author's best in other years, and most of them are banging away at a thesis of some kind, being essentially propaganda and not novels. This is true of “Days of Wrath,” “Eyeless in Gaza,” “The Big Money,” “The War Goes On,” “Edu- cation Before Verdun” and “The Brother Ashkenasi.” The most per- fect work of novel-writing art among them is “Absalom! Absalom!” It is VERA BRITTAIN, Authoer of “Honourable Estate.” (Macmillan.) Dnomm Stage publishes this | account of Noel Coward's one- act play series, recently at. the N tional, as it affected the staid city of Boston, Mass. James Thurber is | the author. “The audience there on the last ,num stood and cheered. I heard a gray-haired woman say that in 28 | years of Boston playgoing she had no ‘memory of such a letting go.” Or, Boston falls once more. | QTAGE also provides & quaint touch this month for those who like | their touches of quainterie. It in- cludes in its own slick pages a reprint |of the January 3, 1866, issue of its own predecessor, The Stage. The Stage was, says a note “by its own admission, at that time the only offi- olal journal devoted to ‘the Drama, the Music, the Ballet and the Re- lated Arts’.” It was a four-page sheet, according to the reprinted copy, and in the issue in question the center section of the front page was given over to an announcement of the opening at ihe Winter Garden of Mr. Edwin Booth's “Hamlet.” Flanking this are col- umns of advertisements. One sees the familiar “Steinway & Sons Grand, Square and Upright Pianos” with im- mediately beneath it a notice cele- brating “Duplex Elliptic Hoop Skirts ® * ¢ will not bend or break like Single Spring Skirts, but will preserve their ‘per(ect and beautiful shape twice the length of any other make.” The lead- | ing article is devoted to “Goethe in the ‘wnole of a Theatrical Manager.” | ENTION of Stage would hardly | be complete without a protest | against the quite hideous and unfunny | caricatures which it has recently fea- tured for covers. This month has one Inl Fannie Brice as she appears (so they say) in “Ziegfeld’s Follies.” This is the third of what seems likely to be a series. They are done by A. | Birnbaum. They are caricatures, | right enough; they display essential | characteristics in deliberate exagger- ation. But they have no point be- yond that, apparently. There is no satire in them, no wit, no interpreta- tion. It is hard to feel that they are anything more than ugly pictures. 'HE New Masses promises, in capi- talistically verbose advertise- ments, that it will celebrate its twen- ty-fifth anniversary with a special | issue December 10. The dead line for Saturday copy does not allow the re- | viewer to wait for it. Readers will | have to contain their souls in pati- ence. It is promised for the Satur- | day afterward—if that is not too ter- | ribly long to wait. FLORIDA SUGAR (Continued From Page B-1.) Agricultural Adjustment Administra=- tion for crop restriction- $1,265,504. “‘Had your corporation,” said its last annual report, “been free to operate its facilities at 100 per cent of their capacity it is probable that the earn- ings would have been as great, if not greater, than operating at about two- thirds capacity and receiving benefit payments for restriction.” The land around the southerly shores of Lake Okeechobee, where the sugar-cane plantations are located, is under drainage control and pro- | tected by levees, locks, gates and other structures erected for the Okeechobee Flood Control Authority by United | States Army Engineers. The greater | part of the Everglades, exceeding 4,000,000 acres, however, has never been placed under cultivation. Spasmodic attempts to develop sugar-cane culture in the Everglades were made as far back as the middle 80s. were unsuccessful, largely on account of inadequate water control. of cane sugar in the Everglades start- ed with the harvest season of 1928-29, when 769 tons of raw sugar were produced. By 1932-33, despite hurri- canes, cloudbursts, the lowest price at which sugar ever sold on the New York Exchange and the worst de- | the production had increased to 35,908 tons. Probably the most interesting fea- ture learned by the official party in connection with the trip is that sugar cane is one of those peculiar “breed of cats” because in some sections of each cutting; in others, like Louisi~ | ana, it must be replanted after two { cuttings. In Cuba it has been known | to stand for 20 cuttings. Also in some areas, like Louisiana, period is but eight or nine months, while in Hawaii the cane must be allowed to grow nearly two years. 'HE entire trip had its educational value as well as its objective to emphasize the possibilities of the Ever- glades to become the potential “sugar bowl” as well as the vegetable garden of the Nation. The guests on the ex- pedition not only traced the devélop- ment of sugar from the cane to the | refined state, in which it is sold, but | they saw the experimental production of citrus in the Everglades, the work | being done by the Government in that many glorious hours you lay i down with asighl” ] On scle wherever These early efforts, however, | | Actually, the successful production | pression in the history of the country, | the world it must be replanted after the growing | GIVE THE NOVEL THAT 1S CERTAIN TO BE | area to improve the quality and nutri- | tion of sugar cane, and the steps taken to control plant disease. En route to the Everglades the spe- cial train stopped for about four hours in Savannah, Ga., where members of the party made an inspection of the plant of the Savanrah Sugar Refining Corp.. where raw sugars are refined |and boxed or bagged for the market, | as well as the plant of the Union Bag | Co., which is manufacturing paper | 'bags made from the pulp of the here- tofore almost useless Southern scrub pine tree. But returning to sugar, very littie of the Florida product reaches the Northern market. The State's limited production can be disposed of in the South, and transportation costs saved. If the Florida producers are success- ful, however, and Congress removes the quota restriction on American- produced sugar, new markets will be sought, and the country some day may read a new slogan: “America Sweetens Its Own Cup.” New Debt Argument. EVIVAL of war debt discussion finds those seeking to bring a resumption at least of interest pay- ment has back of it a more concrete | argument than those advanced on | former occasions. | Always when continued payments | have been advocated in the past, opponents of payment have warned that it would be definitely dangerous to the international exchange situation to transfer more funds to the United | States. — L Cattle Ticks Routed. FEW years ago, the cattle tick wars of the South and Southwest were common occurences and played a prominent part in the news. Now, | stock raisers realize the advantage of the dipping required by the Depart- ment of Agriculture and have joined | wholeheartedly in the drive to elimi- | nate the tick, which not only menaces | the lives of the cattle attacked but | ruins the hides by puncturing them in | many places. | So far has the elimination program | progressed only five areas remain in ‘wh!ch the quarantine exists, three in | Florida and two in Texas. Louisiana | has recently been freed from all re- I strictions. with life aad coler —there’'s never amo- ment’s lot- down!”