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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
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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