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fragments over the hot sands of some
tourist-ridden necropolis.”
lx»klng
back In the light of the unearthed his­
torical muniments of this ancient land,
our interpreter visions this singer,
abroad In the early morning “like the
Hhulumlte of King Holomon's «lay,” her
hair moving In the breeze “as a flock )
of goats that appear from Mount Gi­
lead,” her teeth white “as Hie shorn
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sheep which come up from the wash­
and tilled the fields, the shep­ ing,” and her lips “like a thread of
Ancient Egyptian People Cared plowed
herds who guarded the flocks, the boat­ scarlet," singing of her heart’s delight .
Nothing for Tomorrow and men who painfully plied their oars on “where the wild ducks cry to each I
the Nile, all, it seems, Bung at their other as they scuttle through the tall
Were Devoted to Pleasure.
tasks. Home of their songs have been reeds."
preserved. It was a guy nation—that
The Egyptians loved tho great out­
H ouim one has
that Egypt of the
undent Egypt. If It were possible to doors—the gardens, the leafy places.
Phuruuba was "a nation of undertak-
revive one of its mummified maidens They spooned In the great parks which
era." Mummies and their cerements,
today and let her awaken to the sound
tombs and valleys of the dead, the of a saxophone ordiestra In some mod­ were luld out by the Pharaohs, planted I
pyramids that were but colossal muu- ern jazz palace, she would, by all ac­ with rare shrubbery and flowers from
suleums, the “lone and level sands" counts, be entirely at home and go distant lands. They danced and sang
that cover some necropolis of a pre* dancing across th« floor as one but re­ In the festivals that were held tn the
season when the flowers were In full
hlatoric era, the niortuury parupher-
freshed from a night's sleep. Much was bloom and the light-hearted lovers
Delia and Inscriptions, all such tilings
the life revealed In the cold stones and made the flowers and the trees vocal
Bo dear to the hearts of the archae-
dry parchments unearthed from the i with the delight of life. In one of their
ologlsts lend a funereal color to mod­ tombs of today. This way of looking at I
ern conceptions of the ancient Egyp­ life, says our author, Is to be found In | songs a fig tree Is made to call to a
tian life. Yet, while it hue been Egypt from the earliest times down to passing maiden to come Into its shade:
"Come," It says, "and spend the fes­
through Egypt's tombs that we have the period of th« Greek occupation
tal day and tomorrow and the day
been able to penetrate the myateriea
and. In fact, to the present day. It was
of Its civilization, life In the days of u philosophy inborn In the Egyptian— after tomorrow, sitting In my shadow.
Let thy lover sit at thy side and let
the Pharaohs and the valley of the a part of his nature.
him drink. Thy servants will come t
Nile, as It has been reconstructed from
Philosophy of Imhotep.
with the dinner things—they will
pupyrean manuscripts and from the
Away back in the third dynasty, drink of every kind, with all manner
volumlnoua hieratic and hieroglyphic
Inscriptions, was far removed from the about 80UU B. C., there was a famous of cukes, flowers of yesterday and of i
today and all kinds of refreshing i
Bad and lugubrioua aspects suggested philosopher named Imhotep und the In­
scriptions
reveal
that
the
philosophy
fruit.”
by the ruins and the ornate system of
From many nn Inscription breathes
sepulture unearthed by the modern ■ be taught bis disciples ran In this
this
pervasive "joy of life.” The very
fashion:
"Behold
the
duellings
of
the
drivers In Egypt's sands. The philoso­
names which the Egyptians gave their
phy of the Egyptians In the days of the deud. Their walla fall down, their
children are redolent of gayety—
Pharaohs was one that would have place bi no more, (hey are as they bad
“Eyes-of-Love,” “My-Lady-Is-as-Gold,"
warmed the heart of old Omar, Im­ never existed." and he drew from this
"Cool-Breeze,” "Gold-and-Lapls-Lazuli.”
the
lesson
that
man
Is
soon
done
with
pregnated as It was with the doctrine
"Beautiful Morning." Their vases and
and
forgotten
und
that
therefore
his
that “the pursuit of happiness" la the
toilet articles and furniture and all ob­
life
should
be
as
happy
here
as
pos
­
chief purpose of life, according to Ar­
jects of dally use tell of a people who
thur Welgall, whose latest book, "The sible. “Be merry while ye may,” be
believed the world was made to be
Glory of the Pharaohs," glitters like a told them. There is a poem dating
happy in. "There Is no reflection,”
from
about
2000
B.
C.,
from
which
the
Star bomb above the gloomy trenches
says our author, “of the underworld to
of the Egyptologists, revealing In un­ following exhortation is taken:
be looked for In the ornamental bronze
"Walk
after
thy
heart
’
s
desire
so
wonted colors the life that was lived
mirrors, nor smell of death In their
by the sons and daughters of old Nile long as thou livest. Put myrrh on thy
frail perfume pots. Religious abstrac­
head,
clothe
thyself
In,
One
linen,
thirty or forty centuries ago, says the
tion is not to be sought In lotus-formed
Kansas City Star. Mr. Welgall. It may anoint thyself with the true marvels drinking cups, and mortification of tbe
of
God.
Let
not
thy
heart
concern
tie mentioned. Is dealing with a sub­
body Is certainly not practiced on
ject upon which be la an authority, Itself, until there cometh to thee that golden chairs and soft cushions. And
great
day
of
lamentation.
Yet
be
who
lie was for many years inspector gen­
these were objects found burled even
eral of antiquities for Upper Egypt, Is st rest can bear not thy complaint, in the tombs of their priests and re­
and
he
who
Ilea
In
the
tomb
can
under
­
was present at or participated In most
Therefore, ligious teachers.”
of the great discoveries made In the stand not thy weeping.
Joy Was Unconfined.
Valley of the Tombs of Kings, and la with smiling face, let thy days be
Tbe
intense
craving of the Egyptian
happy
and
rest
not
thereon.
For
no
recognized as a scholar deeply versed
in Egyptian archaeology and history. man carrleth his goods away with him, for brightness and cheerfulness Is the
Hut he Is not one of the dry-as-dust and no man returneth who is gone real voice that comes from Egyptian
tombs. They were passionately fond
archaeologists, steeped in technique thither."
of
ceremonial display. Their huge tem­
A
similar
refrain
was
found
in
the
and terminology. He has a different
view of the province of the archae­ tomb of Neferhotep, u priest of Amon, ples, painted with the most brilliant
colors, formed the setting of proces­
of about 1350 B. C.:
ologist.
"Come, songs and music are before sions und ceremonies in which music,
“An archaeologist,” Mr. Welgall ex­
rhythmic motion and color blended. In
plains, "must be a historian. He must thee. Set behind thee all cares; think
honor of the gods dances were con­
conjure up the past; lie must piny the only upon gladness, until that day
ducted, while celebrations, such as the
cometh
wherein
thou
shalt
go
down
to
Witch of Endor. His lists and his in­
fantastic feust of lamps, were held on
the
place
which
loveth
silence."
dices, bls catalogues ami notebooks,
tbe anniversaries of religious events.
Love
Songs
of
the
Pharaohs.
must be the spells which he uses to
In these gorgeously spectacular cere­
Invoke the dead. Tlie spells have no
Beautiful love songs have been pre­
monies there wus no place for any­
potency until they are pronounced; the served from destruction that throw
thing somber or uustere, nor could
lists of kings of Egypt have no more much light on the Egyptian tempera­
they have been conceived by any but
than an accidental value until they call ment—songs supposed to have been
the most llfe-lovlng temperaments. . . .
before the curtain of the mind those sung by the peasant class. Here Is one
At all times tbe Egyptians bedecked
monarchs themselves, it ii the busi­ that appears beneath the figure of a
themselves with flowers and rich and
ness of the archaeologist to wake the maiden wearing a wreath of flowers:
poor alike breathed what they called
dreaming dead, not to semi the living
"I am thy first sister, and to me thou
“the sweet north wind” through a
to sleep." And so, following thia con­ art as a garden which I have planted
screen of blossoms. At their feasts
ception of the duty of the archaeologist, with flowers snd all sweet smelling
and festivals each guest was presented
he has made Egypt live for us again In herbs. And I have directed a canal
with necklaces and crowns of lotus flow­
such fascinating books as “The Life Into It, that thou mlghtest dip thy
ers and a specially selected bouquet
and Times of Akhanton" and the hand Into it when the north wind
was carried in their bands. Constant­
"Glory of the Pharaohs,” wherein, blows cooL The place la beautiful
ly as tbe hours passed, fresh flowers
with wonderful Insight and sympathy, where we walk, because we walk to­
I were brought to them, and the guests
he has Introduced the modern world to gether, thy band resting in mine, and
are shown in the tomb paintings In tbe
the poetry, the philosophy and the “joy our mind thoughtful and our heart joy­
act of burying their faces In the deli­
of life" that was Egypt's In the flower ful. It Is intoxicating to me to bear
cate petals with an air of luxury which
of Its civilisation.
tby voice, yet my life depends upon
even tbe conventionalities of the
hearing it Whenever I seo thee it is
Spirit of Egypt Unchanged.
draughtsman cannot hide. The com­
better for me than food or drink."
The spirit of Egypt is unchanged, he
mon people arrayed themselves with
Here Is another aong by one who had
tells us. Though the heyday of its
wreaths of lotuses at all galas and
no thought of tombs or mummies:
glory has departed, the Egypt of the
carnivals. The feast rooms were elab­
"The breath of my nostrils alone Is
pharaohs still lives in the hearts of
orately decorated with flowers—gar­
that which maketh my heart to live; I
the children of the Nile today—“yes­
lands twined themselves about the ta­
found thee; God grant thee to me, for­
terday this day's madness did pre­
bles and around tbe jars of wine. Keen
ever and ever." Fancy, says this poetic
pare," nnd the past is alive today and
was their delight In music. Tbe strings
archeologist, "words such as these
all the deeds of man In all the ages are
und tbe pipe, the lute and tbe harp,
having fallen from the Ups of what Is
llvtiig at this hour in offspring. If you
made music at every festival—reli­
now a resin-smelling lump of bones
gious, national and private. The words
would put yourself in touch with the
and hardened flesh, perhaps still un­
for "rejoice” ami “dance" were syn­
continuity of past and present “come
earthed, perhaps lying In some museum
onymous In tbe literature of the Egyp­
with me,” he says, “to a Theban garden
show case, or perhaps kicked about in
tians. At all banquets dancing was as In­
that T know, where, on some still eve­
dispensable as wine, women and song.
ning, the dark palms are reflected in
One sees representations of girls, their
the placid Nile nnd the acacias are
PINCHOT INSPECTS PEN
heads thrown back and their long hair
mellowed by the lust light of the sun­
flying, merrily twanging a guitar
set ; where, in leafy bowers, the grapes
as they skip across the dancing floor.
cluster overhead and the tig tree is
In the civil and religious processions
burdened with fruit. Beyond the broad
many of the participators danced along
sheet of the river rise those unchang­
as though from sheer lightness of
ing hills which encompass the Valley
heart, and on some occasions even the
of the Tombs of Kings, and at their
band footed it down the high road, cir­
foot, dimly seen in the evening base,
cling, jumping and skipping as they
sit the twin colossi as they have sat
since the days of Amenopliis the Mag­
played.
nificent The owls hoot to one another
Hathur and Bast were their great
through the garden, and at the edge of
goddesses of pleasure. They were the
the alabaster tank wherein the dusk
patrons of sports and dancing, joy and
is mirrored a frog croaks unseen
pleasure, beauty and love and the hap­
among the lilies. Even so he croaked
py temperament of the Egyptians was
on this very ground In those days when,
evidenced in the high esteem in which
typifying eternity, he seemed to utter
these goddesses were held. The an­
the endless refrain, 'I am the resurrec­
nual festival of Bast took place at
tion, I am the resurrection,' into the
Bubastis and It was an occasion of
ears of men and maidens beneath the
the greatest merriment and frivolity.
Old Nile was then a watery highway
selfsame stars."
The ways of the men and women of
for the Egyptian “joy riders.” He­
the days of Akhanton and Amenophis
rodotus has described the festival
were no different from the ways of the
scenes in these words:
Nile. And In the days of old Raineses
“This Is the natuie of the ceremony
there was jazz.
on the way to Bubastis. They go by
water and numerous boats are crowded
“Eat, Drink and Bo Morry.”
with persons of both sexes. During
Tomb building was only one of the
the voyage several women strike tho
by-lndustrlea of the ancient nation—
cymbals, some men play the flute, tho
an outlet for the megalomania of its
rest singing and clapping their hands.
rulers and nobles. The teeming mil­
As they pass a town they bring tho
lions evidently devoted but little time
boot close to the bank. Some of the
to the contemplation of the world be­
women continue to sing and play the
yond. The keynote of their pholoeophy
cymbals; others cry out as long aa
was “eat, drink and be merry," and let
tho text world take care of itself.
Governor I’lnchot of Pennsylvania they can and utter mocking jests
Throughout tile social life, as revealed Is shown coming through the front against the people of the town, who
in the deciphered tales, poems, songs gate of Eastern penitentiary, Phila­ also begin to dance. This is repeated
and festival records of the tomb walls delphia, after he had inspected tho at every town they pass on the river,
and the voluminous papyri, runs the prison In company with Mrs. J. Wil­ and on tho occasion of this festival a
recurrent trinity of wine, women snd lis Martin, foreman of tho grand jury greater consumption of wine takes
song. The slave who helped with tho that exposed conditions at tho Insti­ place than during the whole of the
Progress on University of California Stadium
Had Merry Life
Under Pharaohs
pyramidal
atones,
the fellahs Who tution.
This photograph shows the present stage of progress on the million-dollar stadium at the University of Cal­
ifornia at Berkeley, with the beautiful campanile in the background. The huge bowl will seat 50,000 persons when
finished. The excavation and foundations have cost half a million dollars.
assets when tbe MacMasters firm
failed was all the money lie bad, he
said.
Everything Shipshape.
Broker Contemplated Suicide
When Crash Came, but Opened
Refreshment Stand Instead.
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This man slid to the bottom ,
—he failed with a crash. What J
do you think of what he is do- I
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New York.—Magazines have made
fortunes by printing stories of suc­
cess.
Periodicals always yearn for
succesful-men stories, because the
world has small use for a loser.
But you never bear about the men
who got up and slid down, or the men
who never got up at all. save as they
happen to choose an unusual method
of suicide or leave last notes that
have human document qualities. So
the fact that Roy H. MacMasters,
once the head of the flrm of R. H.
MacMasters A Co., of 82 Broad street,
went down and out left no mark on
the sands of memory even among
those who lost when his firm failed.
He slid down—failed.
And this is
the story of his failure and what he
did with It.
A little more than two years ago he
was the head of a business that
turned over millions a year, and his
suite of offices resembled a portion of
a hotel grand ballroom and cost more
money to keep up each day than most
men make In a year.
Today MacMasters Is the head of
another business that does exceed­
ingly well if it grosses $10 a day.
Runs Hot Dog Stand.
He runs a hot dog stand and ice­
cream parlor not a stone’s throw from
Jamaica Bay, and sells gum, tobacco,
cigarettes, candy and extras.
Instead of tailored clothes, he wears
a half-sleeve white shirt, open at the
neck and a white apron, and when
he’s not frying a dog or making soda
he takes the broom and flicks off the
dirt from his doorsill.
“Of course, it's a come-down,” he
said, pinching a cigarette between
fingers marked by experimental car­
pentry. “That’s the usual remark,
but, believe me, I was glad to get
this. I’m making a living, got a place
to sleep and now Pm beginning all
over again. I work hard, but you have
to work hard in this world to get
along.”
He sat down at the little round
green table he painted himself in the
little green-latticed arbor he made
himself and pulled up a green wicker
chair for the reporter. His sandy red
hair was clipped short, his face
bronzed and his smile was white-
teethed and wholesome. “Tho going
last winter was hard. I couldn’t get
a job—unless driving a truck, and I
was considering that. When you’re
on the skids almost everybody Is
anxious to give you a push, and that's
the way it was with me. Whenever
I walked Into an office and presented
my card: 'Huh, MacMasters. That’s
the bucketeer.
Nothing doing for
him.’
“So I got fixed up with this. I do
my own carpentering, and I potter
around—ft keeps me from thinking
till I have to go to bed.
“I suppose you can't get away from
your thoughts!”
He scrubbed oui the fire on his
cigarette on his shoe. “No, a man’s
got to think, and be always takes them
with him.”
“I suppose you've thought of a high
dive from the bridge?”
He smiled, his wlde-apart blue eyes
crinkling. "Yes,” he replied calmly.
"I’ve thought of that. But when fate
gives you a kick In the eye the best
thing to do is take it, dig In and be­
gin again. I’m only thirty-three and
I’m getting back my health.”
The $33,000 which was turned In as
MacMasters Is Immensely proud of
his cool green property, and as he.
was In the navy during the war, ha
appreciates neatness and keeps th«
place tidy.
He .speaks of his troubles with a
smile and a shrug, but can’t under­
stand his being hounded for being a
failure. 'They don't seem to want ma
to get ahead or have any peace,” he
said. “I’m going along here making
something out of nothing, but I can't*
be let alone. These quiet fisherfolk:
near here don't know me, and I would
as soon they didn’t, so you can print
my address or you needn't. Use your
own judgment.”
As the reporters were leaving they
mentioned bls failures and the others
of the Consolidated Stock exchange.
He was Interested In the new failures,
but wouldn’t discuss the old.
“I can't say anything.
I simply
can’t. All I can say has already been
printed.
Some
day,
maybe.
I’ll
clear—”
He
stopped,
shrugged,
smiled, and with a bard grip shook
good-by.
War "Mutiles”
France Pays Out. Five Billion
Francs Yearly to 1,500,000
Victims of Battle.
Paris.—“Where are France’s mu­
tilated and what has become of them
since the end of the war?”
This
question, heard on all sides In Paris
and coming particularly from Ameri­
cans visiting the capital, has prompt­
ed an investigation which reveals that
there are in France close on 1,500.000
ex-soldlers who have lost limbs in the
war, become either partially or total­
ly blind or are today suffering from
shell shock.
For all these men the French gov­
ernment pays out a little more than
5,000,000.000 francs per year in pen­
sions. A special ministry known as
the ministry oi pensions has had to
be created to hanale all these cases,
while In every department of France
a school for the re-education of all
these victims of the war has been
founded.
Exact figures of this country’s mu­
tilated soldiers Is not known, for they
vary continually, death claiming many
men unable to survive the terrible
wounds received in battle. It Is esti­
mated that on aa average 30 die each
month. No matter what degree of
mutilation, every soldier who was
given back to civilian life In any way
permanently injured receives a pen­
sion, and pensions range from a few
hundred francs to 9,000 francs for
men having lost both legs or both arms
or having become totally blind.
Avoid Publicity.
Mutilated poilus are not seen tn any
great numbers In France for many
reasons. The first and probably the
principal reason is that wounded men
in France do not care to show their
Pescarra Helicopter Really Flies
The marquis of Pescarra Is here shown making a successful flight with bls
helicopter at Isay las Mollneaux, France.
Injuries and by every means possible
attempt to hide any mutilation. The
art of making artificial limbs In
France having reached such a degree
of perfection, it Is often easy for a
man to conceal from a casual observer
that he wears an artificial leg or and
supplied him free of charge by th«
government
Another reason is that men maimed
In the war after having passed through
a school of re-education have found!
employment in country districts and
have preferred a country Ufa to that in
Paris, where the difficulty of moving
around crowded streets is only in­
creased by that of having to often
mount high flights of stairs. In all
there are about 150,000 mutilated ex­
sol dfers in Paris, many of them today
employed In ministries and govern­
ment offices, while some, about 10 per
cent of the Paris total, are cared for
in homes supervised by the Office Na­
tional des Mutiles.
Those who do
move around In Paris are rarely to
be seen in fashionable districts vls-
Itdd by Americans.
Their limited
means oblige them to seek shelter In
outlying districts where foreigners are
practically never taken on sightseeing
trips.
The Shell Shocked.
Those In homes where they pay a
small fee for the care and assistance
given them are mostly fellows snffer-i
Ing from commotion or shell shock and!
who In many cases have become men­
tally deranged, several having been
struck dumb by bursting shells.
There are 2.500 blind ex-soldlers In
France, spread all over the country^
Those who had means before they
joined the French army have retired
with their families and relatives Into
the country, while many of thosa
obliged to work In order to keep them­
selves and those around them have
found employment in homes and club«
where they are taught the art of mak­
ing various articles which are sold by
the homes for the benefit of the blind
worker.
Like their comrades who,
have lost limbs in the World war, the,
blind do not care to have any one no­
tice their terrible loss and as much a«
possible refuse to congregate in pub­
lic places.
The schools for the re-education of;
the blind in France teach the manu­
facture of brushes and chairs, how to
read and write Braille, typewriting,'
printing, piano tuning and even com­
mercial classes for the more intellec­
tual.
Every government office reserves si
certain number of occupations for the,
mutilated and a bill is at present be­
fore parliament which tends to msket
it obligatory for all commercial con­
cerns to employ mutilated soldiers to
the extent of 1 per cent of their staff.)
On no account whatever does tbs,
government allow mutilated soldiers,
to beg 1n the streets and so-called war
heroes selling shoe laces or flowers in
the streets ar« but Impostors.