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Aire You Easy Mind? Read Good Boat in uir M IN SOME beautiful manana, I may seek sweet Fortune' smile, But this hour It Is so soothing I shall rest a little while. After all what Is Mnnana This time that you call tomorrow ' It will come why should I worry . Maybe It Is full of sorrow. Why then, should I haste to meet It? Let It come then I shall greet It Calm and kindly as I should. an an a By R. Rem low Harris In the beautiful manana, all good things will come my way They will come not one bit faster Just be cause I speed today. Yesterday Is now Manana. Where Is all Its promised gold? Still In trust with sweet manana Mine to touch, but not to hold. So, I take each passing minute, and I find some treasure In It Willed by Time whoso gifts are good. In some beautiful manana. Fortune fair will come to me. Worry will not bring her quicker, what Is meant to be will be I am Just a son of Dios. It Is He who holds my fate Hurry whirls the ball no foster . Life and Death are never late. Each day leads one more behind it, so I live Life as I find it, With its lessons understood. If You Aren't Happy With Material Possessions, Try Spiritual PeaCe WE SAT talking by the fire, a friend and myself at Don Blandlng's place down at Carmel. Don, you remember, wrote "Vagabond's House" and a lot of other things that have sup ported him nicely and his house Is full of odds and ends that he has gathered all over the world ' He threw some crystals on the logs so that they would burn more brightly, in colors of the rainbow! Driftwood burns with those same colors but he had run out of driftwood. "Odd," said one of the group, "that we always want what we haven't got. If we didn't have logs burning tonight we'd want them. Now we haVe them and we wont something brighter than the ordinary flames, so we put on crystals to make pretty colors. It's like life. We're always want ing what we don't have. Why?" One in the group thought that if she could ' lave.all the money she needed, wanted rather, that she would not experience that terrific feei ng of always wonting something else. Another, me who was writing a book, thought that if his took could.be published he would be happy. Here sat Don Blanding and others who had jold many books, but who still seek that "some thing," and in the group was a woman worth more than a quarter of a million who was secretly brooding over a romance that had gone wrong. There seems, at times, no answer to the riddle of existence. Certainly your restless spirit will not be soothed by more things of the world, but rather will it "be soothed and sustained by an unfaltering trust!" YOU MUST LOOK WITHIN YOU FOR PEACE! Never without! It's all very well to tell you that, but IT TAKES MORE THAN THAT TO MAKE YOU HAPPY! Right, you feel, you want to SEE THE RULE WORKED! The proof of the pudding Is in the eating. All right, here goes! DAVID LAWRENCE, international commen tator on things political, has found spiritual food by Joining the Oxford group, I'm told. Now I don't know what the Oxford group is but I know that reading Inspirational literature has often pulled me out of deep moods of depression. OF COURSE YOTI'VR' vm... .. READ SINCE YOU FIRST LE ARwmJ0' READ BUT YOU NEED TO BsggggLj It's Uke having some one you JrZ ! loves you telling you that they reau, 1 "I love you, dear" has eased more St the gold mines of the world' You? It but you need to heor it-and vou mJ the things you read In hfl you need to refresh your memory' imT! night, too-but you're eating again tou f you had sleep last nightad you've u& grant flowers to breathe of their rf? you-want to do it again! Pwiume-bct If you're feeling "down," then by all m. to your library (or the public one) anSS philosophers, or the Bible, or the UteratS spiritual cult (Heaven knows there arH,e t! of tho latter) or William James-th tel endless! " This is the only thing that will give youwar. and even then you'll work for it because ft and tired nerves take a while to quiet down' n may be that some beautifully written book 2 romance will turn the trick for you. What has happened when you get a healuKnf restlessness In this way? Simply that the boob have enabled you to commune with yourself and to relax and rest. FEW PEOPLE TODAY cpt ENOUGH REST OR READ ENOUGH1 The average person is pursuing false mdi The constant mill of night clubs-or country clubs of bridge dancing crowds et aL, ere. ates a false appetite for sheer motion and finalh the soul is so starved that it wants to die-and this usually means suicide! Lose yourself in books or literature! If yon can't do this then lose yourself in doing some, thing good for others. In short, forget tie phys ical YOU! If you're really unhappy the chances are that YOU THINK TOO MUCH ABOUT YOURSELF! Sit by a fireplace in winter and reod philosophy or sit in the summer twilight and find peace! 'It really works I know because I've tried it. Jean Rendlen. THUMBPRINTS OF THE GREAT By Cornelius Vanderbilt, Jr. HBDK IF TME MdJMENT By Jane Archer "The Melanohoty Lute" by Franklin P. Adams (The Viking Press) Hooray! Hooray 1 Hooray! Hooray! For the Viking Press Hooray! They published The Melancholy Lute By dear old F. P. A. , . The brightest verses that we've seen For many and many a day (Not excluding Dotty I'aikor or Nash) Are done by F. P. A. ANOTHB II Mystery By Whit Wcllman EVERYWHERE lie lost nnd hidden treasures, if you by chnnce meet tho men who know of them . , . the world Is packed In layers, evi dently, of burled objects which If dug up would fill museums with fabulous wealth. Archcologlats spend thousands In preparing expeditions for Asia, Egypt, Slberln. uncovering relics of forgotten beasts nnd birds . . . human skullsand thigh Don en, to retell the story of man's first days on earth. From Canada comes Jnmrs P. Skelton, friend of the late and famous Mr. Hope (Ama teur spirit photographer) . . . with a tale of recently discov ered pewter pots and pans In Irelnnd. These relics of anci ent Gaelic homes were turned up, one April day, in a curl luus fashion. A Colonel Berry, retired army officer, skeptic and prngmatlst, had occa sion to visit a Belfast medium . . . woman known as Mrs. Wright. She had never attempt ed to convince him of her powers. The Colonel was hard-headed, had fought In Kurope and Ire land, a man not given to dreams and fancies . . . least of all to her alleged "voices." Yet, know ing hr, realising her sincerity, he had gradually become what he liked to call "open minded" on the subject : which meant that he concealed his chuckles. Finally, he suggested lt he alt with her. Wh. knew . . . they might gel amusing results. Th( night and hoiir was arranged, and all went a the lady had expected, to the amasement ol Colonel Berry, still the staunch skeptic, admit through an Irish monk who proceeded (accord ing to the Colonel I to speak Gaelic. The monk told a tale of the French raiding along the coast of Ki m some hundreds of years before, at a time when a certain Irish village had sue- t oar.F TWO 1 ? Whit W cllman Oh, some are mad and some are sad And some are very funny And any day, I don't mind to say I'll take them for my money. The one about Columbus and the Queen Is really quite a nifty And I'd pay for it If I had the cash Tho market price two-fifty. This penurious state among us Reviewers Is not unusual That's why wo have the publishers Send books for our perusal. The Mclmicholy Lute to us Was pleasant news ceeded In making a new kind of pewter pot, of which they were proud. Why the French should want a lot of houseware, no matter how finely turned out, is not clear; but the village, warned of danger, Immediately buried their highly val ued pewter In a nearby bog. MRS. WRIGHTS ancient monk gave the Colonel precise latitude and longitude of the hidden location, and he followed Instructions so well that within a few days he had dug up the old pewter . . which today can be seen occupying a place of honor In his home: County Down. Ireland. Mrs. Wright, he said, did not un derstand n word of Gaelic, and was unaware of the meaning of ,"no words as they took form. Colonel Berry, still the stauch skeptic, admits nothing except that the thing happened. He did. he says, "hear a male voice speaking In old Gaelic, of which I have a little knowledge; I did follow accurate Instructions, and found the pew ter pots. Make of It what you will." A tall, spare man, highly educated. Mr. Skel ton has been touring the Pncltlc Coast on a "good-will" expedition, showing slides of photo graphs snapped by Mr. Hope, one of the most prominent of so-called "spirit" photographers. "I first became Interested In this form of pho tography," Mr. Skelton said, "as the best means to secure evidence of the continuity of life. I have experimented along this line with William Hope of the Crew Circle, and became a member of the Society for the 8tudy of Super-normal Pic tures, of which the late Conan Doyle was hon rary president "The slides I have been fhowtng to special groups were each secured under the strictest of test conditions. Mr. Hope was a humble man. possessed of only an ordinary education. His results, at least In the beginning, surprised him as much as anyone else. He was helpful, modest, a genuinely fine man. You brought your own plates, placed them In the camera (which you also supplied If you cared to), and devel oped these plates yourself In his dark room. Hope seldom touched the plates . . . but apparently his presence necessary to obtain the extra' faces tl figures which were plainly visible." The only chance we've had in years To burst Into rhymed reviews. I But the critic should be very hard and Though the charms of this book are myriad To keep my reputation (poetic license) I now conclude period. ' L'ENVOI Prince, though the fingers bo worn to the bone And at five point the hands of the clock Carry on! Though it break the heart, lad Till the copy man says "Stop." TAFT TO THE uninitiated ... the Supreme Court sounds dull and terrifying. ... It meets weekly . , . and every Monday renders public decisions . .-. formerly from a small dork room in a nearly unnoticed crevice ... of the Capitol Building in Washington. . . . " . It was upon one such occa sion . . . that we ourselves re ceived a most Interesting de cision from him ... They had adjourned . . . the foremost jurists in the land . . . garbed in their black robes. . . . We told him of our reportorial connection . . . and asked him If he cored to make comment upon a certain fa mous murder trial in New - ... iora. . . . Vanderbilt, Jr. , "la "Ply was quick and de ' clslve ... he seemingly spat it out . . . but he was politeness and dignity Itself. . . . "No Jurist cares to comment publicly on anything he knows so little about as the criminal law. ... "And likewise, no man . . . cares to go off half-cocked ... on anything he has not person- ally studied . . . and upon which he cannot con sider himself on authority . . ." in S eascapes Capt. B.irry WHEN the "bang-tails" ran in "New Er lecns" In the days of long ago ! New Orleans, then, was what they called a "hot town!" Sporting men and sporting women bet madly on "also rsns" and winners, too. But me excitement of tho race kept their spirits up win or lose. Fidgety snowbirds and quarrelsome drunks, hangors- " u oa lne rces to f 23a .Js B0"- Tne,sc. "id many others left me with lasting memories. There were the "Belles" of tho Nineties and their gallant companions. Good people! Bad people! All kinds were there! The old St. Charles Ho tel was packed. The overflow --the ones who sought excite ment were found, at night, In such places as Josle Arling ton's, the Queen of Loose Ladles, Countess Willie Pi nna's, or Lulu White's, the "high-brown" who was also known as the "Diamond Queen of the South." To quench a thirst they flocked to Tom Ander son's on Rampart street, one block off Canal. Contl Bienville. St. Louis and Iberville streets red lights on every hand. There was the old "Haymarket." a dance hall and honky-tonk. All near a graveyard where folk long dead must have turned in their graves to put their backs toward it all. Downtown in the Vleux Carre ( French Quarter I there was "Land sokes such goings on!" In that neighborhood stands the Cablldo. That's where Jean Lafltte. of Baratarla fame, was Imprisoned. Just for a little harmless piracy! You see, "New Erleens" has always been a "hot town." It Is yet. If you know your way 'round. A certain fan dancer came from there. Next time she busts a balloon without a blush you might ask her If she was ever at any of the places herein mentioned and then watch her face! But I take my hat off to anyone who has enough of what it takes to pull themselves out "LUNGERS" By Captain C. E. Barry of such a rut. "Galloping Dminos" those speckled little nervous cubes, bounced over the green tables. Some won! Some lost their shirts! It was thus, especially during the racing season, but, more or less, always thus in "New Erleens." That's why I now pay tribute to one who had the character to pull herself up from such low places as that town used to have. Never mind her name. She deserves silence on that. Petite, with- brown hair and eyes, she used to dance in the old "Haymarket." Each night she "Did her act" at eight o'clock. Sickness overtook her. Room rent and board were due. The "Boss" told her it was time to move down the street to a lower level. "You're all washed up here, kid. You may as well know It" SHE knew what that meant! Down the line a "crib" awaited her. Coughing, she hurried out; without a word she left! It was useless, anyway. The cards were stack ed against her. She was slipping. Just one more step downward and the end! "For two bucks, mister, I'll put you wise to the winning horse tomorrow," wheezed a. guy with a checkered cap. A cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth. Sallow, hollow-chested and nervous; he urged me to Just "gimme two bucks, mister" he almost whined. "What do you do sniff It, or use a needle?" questioned him. "Nothing, mister. I'm Just hungry, that's all. lonest." At Louie Fabacher'l I fed him steak and then orgot it during the many years that followed. It was 12 years ago when I drove across country to California. In Arizona I att lunch at a very nice restaurant. It was small but clean. The food was good. "Yeah. We came out here the old woman and me about twenty-five years ago. We've got some rent property here In town. It don't take much for us now except for the boy ne a in scnooi. He spoke with an accent that even 23 years could not erase. And we are certain that if we were all as far-seeing and conservative as our late Presi dent . . . there would be less cause for actios.... , COL. FITZMAURICE 1 1 IF MORE of us . . . spent more time . . . in I learning about sculpture. ... If we could devote a portion of our leisure time ... in study ing the art of imagery . . . and of reproduction ... we would all be better versed ... In acquir ing acquaintanceship . . . and certainly more able ... to choose our friends . . ." The first trans-Atlantic flyer . . . from east to west . . . was speaking. . . . The man who risked . . . everything ... in the seemingly impossible . . . and who nearly lost out ... in the vefy end. ... Courage often is invisible ... the most courag eous have their hobbies. . . . His evidently lies In the arts . . . and though he can converse ... on any branch of engi neering ... he is fundamentally Interested... In character and its reproduction. . . . The less daring . . . sometimes believe . . . discussions of the arts . . . show weakness and effemininity. . . . Maybe that's why they accomplish so little. . . . PRINCESS CANTACUZENE SHE was born a Grant . . . daughter of IM President and former Army General She married into the Russian nobility . . . " when revolution plunged her country of adop tion .. . deep in its mire of gore ... she retunw to America . . . and wrote her memoirs . . ' the Curtis Publications nnd others . . . tbereDjr sending her children to college . . . keeping Mr family in its former position ... and brtngug herself ... a wealth of experience far greater . . . than she could have had . . . had she remainea . simply the wife of a Russian Prince The Prince ... a splendid old gentleman . .. Is therefore now known as "ex-husband oi u Grant girl . . ." . CAROL OF RUMANIA MEN must be themselves . . . h i once ... at the Ambassadcurs. hat n. mous restaurant ... on the Champs Ele Ports. . . . The moment they deviate . the cast into which they are born . from . . Uiey .... ..! . their following . . . they become and are totally uninteresting. ... "As for me, I worship beauty. . 1 keep away from Idolatry ... nor they, n from me. ... ... "If I were King . . '. I would be s pun'' in the hands of the unprincipiea . do as they wshed with my trust. . . "And so ... I chose Paris and her wvw ladles . , , ins cad." . . . . , w Wonder if he remembers . . . now u has ascended the throne. . . . - who mlgM -We "Where are you from?" I Inquired "13. nl. C , T-k after a nflUSe. both lungers but we both got well ung t he added as an afterthought. His wife appeared with my meal A sis eyes followed them both. Must have oe blood In them. They'd come a long ' .. ful and contented, they were grown? ge,AVefeed a lot of bums here-guys bocllng we never turn 'cm down." "That's the old spirit How much. "Slxty-flve cents, please." . of. I plunked the change down and i"- alcade of "bang-tails" in panorama i pa- . fore my mind s eye a4 out ,l"' ' long way from "New Krko t I salute both! CenriM. V
