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FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 11, 1938 VERNONIA EAGLE, VERNONIA, OREGON PAGE ELEVEN UAAAAAAÀAAAÀÀUAAAAAÂÀAÀA WHO’S NEWS THIS WEEK By Lemuel F. Parton Fun for the Whole Family YORK.—Many a good news vnrn srmilnd hv N EW yarn has hoon been spoiled by the “getting the story in necessity of the lead,” as they say in the news paper shops. This Story That reporter asks in- dulgence for sav- Has Kick the kick in at the End one for the end, noting merely that it is a _ happy _____ ending. __ _ In recent years, there have been so many unhappy fade-outs, from Sam Langford to the League of Nations, that any thing in the line of an unexpect ed Garrison finish rates a bit of suspense before the news pay-off. In Maxwell street, Chicago, long before the fragrance of Bubbly creek ebbed and sank and saddened, there was a book-stall which was the Jewish Algonquin of those parts. The place was overrun with phil osophers, some white-bearded and highly venerated, some young and contentious, all stirred by a fever ish intellectual zeal. They wolfed new books and started clamorous arguments about them, the way the crowds at the big pool hall down the street grabbed the box scores in the late sporting extras. Sweatshop workers used to throng in after a hard day’s work and get in on the seminar. Wrinkled, merry, mischievous lit tle Abraham Bisno from Russia was the Erasmus of the sweatshop phil osophers. He used to circulate a lot around street book this and other Maxwell 1 shops, and many Erasmus of times the state of Illinois was saved Sweatshops Makes Peace , the expense of calling out the militia because Bisno happened along to referee an argument. He was a sweatshop worker, a man of amazing erudition, but of salty, Colloquial speech, never en meshed in the tangle of print lan guage around him. He used to tease his friend, Jane Addams, of nearby Hull house, by calling her settle ment workers “the paid neighbors of the poor.” He liked to deflate the Utopians, boiling things down to Gresham’s law of money, the law of diminishing returns, weighted averages or something like that. He was the first of a multitude of sweatshop economists who spread light and learning through Chicago’s Ghetto. Bisno had a bright-eyed, clever little daughter named Beatrice, one of several chil The Bisnos dren. Old sages, Pass Beyond up and down Max well street, used Our Ken to say the world would hear from Beatrice some day. But the world went to war, regardless of Sir Norman Angell and all the other philosophers, and the Bisnos passed beyond the ken of this writer. About twelve years ago, I had a visit from Francis Oppenheimer, a New York journalist. Beatrice Bis no was his wife. She was going to write a book, and did I know of a quiet hide-out where she could write it? I sent them to the old Hotel Hel vetia, No. 23 Rue de Tournon, in Paris. She sat in the nearby Lux- embourgh garden and wrote her book. They came home and the book made endless round trips to pub- lishers’ offices. The smash of 1929 took the last of their savings. Today I had a letter from Francis Oppen heimer. “We finally threw the book in an old clothes basket,” he said. “Then, acting on impulse, we used our din ner money to give it one more ride. Weeks passed. Beatrice fell ill. There came a letter from Live- right, the publisher. I knew it was another rejection and didn’t want to show it to Beatrice. But I tore open the envelope and hand ed it to her. Her eyes were glazed. She could not read the letter. It slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor.” And in the same mail today, there came to this desk a copy of the new book, “To Girl Wins morrow’s Bread,” Big Prize by Beatrice Bisno, winning the $2,500 With Novel prize award, the judges being Dorothy Canfield Fisher and Fannie Hurst. That was the news that Mr. Oppenheimer picked up from the floor when his wife was too ill to read it. Dorothy Canfield Fisher says of the book: “A searchingly realistic portrait of an idealist. What an idealist does to the world and what the world does to an idealist is here set down with power and sincer ity.” Winsome little Bisno is gone. One wishes he could be carrying the news down to the old Maxwell street book stall, if it’s still there. © Consolidated News Features. WNU Service. Where Yale Is Buried All round the Welsh village of Bryn-Eglwys, writes H. V. 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