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Greenbrier independent. [volume] (Lewisburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1980, 1922-12-29

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The Press., 1922-10-19
ODD FOCUSING OF SOUNDS
Experiments Made at London and Washington Have Shown Phe-
 nomenon of Interest.

The curious focusing of sounds in whispering galleries, such as the domes of St. PauFs cathedral and the capitol at Washington, is a phenOm- enOn of much interest and impressive ness. The late Lord Rayleigh ob- tained evidence that the sound waves followed the cOncave surface to the point of increased audibility, and when source of directed sound sent off its waves tangentially, the greater con- centration was observed, says the De troit News. A bird-call being used, a small obstacle near the curved wall cut off most of the effect upon sensitive flame.
 In new experiments reported to the Royal society by G. V. Roman and e. A. SOutherland, a ray of light was guided by a flexible mirror, and the re- hectiOn showed alternate bands of light and darkness. In observations with a steady source of sound at one point in the dome of St. Paul's, 1t was found that similar alterations of sound and comparative silence were pro- length of the sound as the ear was moved away. Very pronounced fluc- tuatiOns Of intenslty were also noted when the observers head was moved parallel to the curved wall, instead of radlally, the effect being most marked at the side of the gallery opposite the source of sound. The sensitive flame to fluctuations.
The Press., 1922-10-19
HAD HAD DINNER TOGETHER,
Soldier and Owner of Crow Both Par. took of Dish Not Usually. Con-
 sidered a Oelicacy

The expression "Cating crow" which is used synOnymO lsly with "eating humble pie" to indicate surrender or enforced doing of something unpIeas- ant, originated in an anecdOte of Civil war days.
 According 10 the story, private trespassed abd shot a tame crow. The enraged farmer seized his rifle and declared: "Since you've killed my crow you've got to eat it."
 A little later the farmer asked :: Well, how do you like crOw?"
 Il don't banker after it," was the reply, "but I can eat it."
 Satisfied, the farmer returned the soldiers gun which he found immedi- ately turned npOn aim with the curt demand to fnish the crow. In the name of expediency he did as he was told, but the next day he went to headquarters and lodged complaint against the offending private. Sum- mOned before the colonel the first question the soldier had to answer was:
 Did you ever see this man be- fOre?"
 "Sho thing" he remarked, i've ah- dined together yesterday. We both ate crOW!'
The Press., 1922-10-19
GREAT WRITERS WHO COPIED
Both Shakespeare and MoIlsre Were Free ln Their adaptations"
 From Other Authors.

No authors have ultimately at. tained to a truer originality than Shakespeare and Moliere, an original ity both of form and of content. Shake speare was able to give us at last the final model of modern tragedy, and Moliere succeeded in perfecting the final model of modern comedy.
 Moliere's earliest pieces are so closely in accord with the tradition of the Italian comedy of masks that the "EtOurdi," for example, might be held up for study as the finest speci- men of the species. The Italians SUD- piled him with a ready-made mold into which he could pour whatever he had of his own.
 Shakespeare started out also as a humble imitatOr, not of an exotic form, such as tempted Moliere, but of several specific predecessors in his own language. He was obviously un- original in his early pieces, even in Loves Labor Lost" almost the only play of his the actual source of which has not yet been discovered. In Loves Labor Lost" he was imitat- ing Lyle; in Titus Andronicus" he was initiating Kyd; in Richard III" he was initiating MarIowe.-Pitts- burgh Dispatch.
The Press., 1922-10-19
Thouaht Photouraphed.

Commandant Darget of the French army and a noted military criminolO- gist as well Rs psychologist, expert ments in thought photography, result ing in pictures of objects suggested mentally, which, when projected from the mind to a highly sensitized photo graphic plate held against the fore head of subject, leave tangible i'm pression of the object thought of at the moment.
 If a criminal fears talking in his sleep, what double distilled horror will he not know when he comes to realize that the very thoughts of his waking hours may be read at police headquarters as if in cold print. pes haps even more clearly than if he him. self were present trying to evade ques- tiOnS?
The Press., 1922-10-19
Ace of Discretion.

People of mature years, not old people, understand, but simply people out of the first flush of foolish youth, do occasionally get their innings. To be sure, they sometimes read in the public prints about ''an old lady of tifty-five," which, though admittedly evidently absurd, is nevertheless dis turbing to the morals. And once in a while there Is a manifestly erroneous head, line about the death of an old man who turns out to be a person just in his prime; Sixty-twO, say.
 But, as we started to say, observes the Kansas City Star, there is balm in Gilead. Pictures of A. J. BaffOur, no Sir Arthur, no Earl Balfour, are now in circulation, showing him in an active game of tennis at Cannes. Ten his, as every one knows, is game for youngsters. No elderly person can cover a court This gay young dog, shown chasing ball with racket, iS seventy-four.
 'gThe days of our age are three score years and ten ." Hush That was long ago. We are doing much better than they did in the time of Moses. When we reach seventy we are only at years of discretion. Ask Earl Balfour.
The Press., 1922-10-19
BETTER THAN DISH WASHING
studsnt FIRde Occupation of Driving TaXl AlIoWs Him More Time
 for He Books.

The passsrby stopped beside the taxicab parked near Bryant park, re marks the New York Sun He had passed the same driver several times and had noticed he was reading Once 1t was Plato's dialogues, another time John Ruskin's ''The Stones of Venice" " and now his interest was spurred to the questioning point by observing the driver was delving into Aristotle.
 I'm working my way through col lege," he said. T heard about students who washed dishes and all that sort of thing. But taxi driving is the ideal job for the student. don't start to work until late in the afternoon. I have a rush at only certain hours. The rest of the time I spend studying. You get plenty of time in between fares to learn the Euclid, the history of the pyramids, and why Ruskin Is dead against too much purple in painting. suggest taxi driving any time instead of waiting on tables"
The Press., 1922-10-19
RoIoana and sausaqe Alike.

when IS sausage not sausage:
 When. it's a bologna.
 This puZzling question was decided and then again it was not, recently by the HObOken (N. Y.) zoning commits sion. Just when 1t looked as if there was much difference between a saus- age and a bologna it was decided that, both of them wearing tights, they were the same thing.
 It was an important question in Hoboken. It arose over the applica- tion of George B. Herold, 85-87 Jack son street, for a permit to erect a plant for the manufacture of smoked ham, general provisions and bologna. The zOning ordinance of HOboken for bids the manufacture of sausage in the business zone. There was much discussion and it seemed for time as if the matter might reach serious proportions when Building Inspector Joseph Cummings finally definitely decided the question:
 '"They both wear tights, and that makes sausage and bologna the same thing" he said. The permit was re- fused, but decision was deferred until the next meeting.
The Press., 1922-10-19
LAYS WORRY ASIDE
''UnOle Jim" Unaffected by Cares
 of the Day.
Hsquatter" in New York City Has Permanent Home and All His
 Modest Needs Supplied.


 In New York, where the high-cost' Of-living specter hannts the millions and some millionaires, possession by a Denniless man of health, happiness and a home on Riverside drive, with acres of front lawn, Is perhaps an ac- cOmplishment without precedent. Yet, for 22 years, Uncle Jim" Miller, Man hattan's oldest, if not only real "s0uatter," has enjoyed these things as 8 result of:
 Just believin' in God"
 Uncle Jim is a negro who, on Feb ruary 10, entered upon his seventy third year. and Is today smilingly con fident that he will live beyond the century mark without the loss of his health or physical activity. His theory is that God will take care of anyone who trusts Him, although he does not quite carry this belief to the point of a Hypothetical existence, and admits that his health has been and will be maintained by his physical efforts in gathering, cutting and saving wood for his winter fires, doing his own washing and cooking and otherwise keeping his house in order.
 In 1900, when what is now his front lawn was marsh land almost on d level with the Hudson river, Uncle Jim" was employed by a contractor named Conway as one of a numbeu of labOrers who were to fill in the marshes lying along the Hudson's east bank. He was provided with boards for a little shack" which he built with its back against huge boulder. Then he aided in filling in what is now his front yard. When the work was completed and the coll tractor and his men moved, Uncle Jim," having staked his claim as he says, decided to squat" there in- definitely.
 Conway said 1t was all right with him, and since then various owners of the property have given tacit consent to his remaining. AS his lawn Is f1lled-in-land, hardly suitable for the foundations of houses, the old squat ter" feels secure in his possession.
 The One-roOm shack is now strengthened on the river side by sheets of tin which resist the winter blasts. Within Is a stove, some cook ing and eating utensils and cot, but "Uncle Jim" spends most of his time outdoors. From the Hudson he obtains crabs and fish for his meals, and an odd job now and then brings sufficient change with which to buy bread, cof- fee and tobacco.
 "Wben I came here," said Uncle Jim," "this was all a wilderness. l always liked to rough it, and I never in my life worried about anything. I'm happy and never was sick a day. I get all I need, and this is the kind of life I nke-so why shouldn't be thankful?
 ''I don't want any better home than this, and I don't need any more mOn- ey to live as I do here. I want to be outdoors all the time. At night 1 read a little by lamplight. l never wore glasses, and lately I think l am getting my second sight, can see better than I did short while back" AS he talked "Uncle Jim" sat in front of his shack smoking a pipe that appeared to be almost as old as its owner, and quite as strong, and smiling broadly, a perfect outpictur- ing of his peculiarly serene mental makeup.
The Press., 1922-10-19

aunt, who travelled with her, that She thinking MT. Sargent had forgotten his engagement.
 DisconsOlate, Cecil went to a cafe teria to dine alone He had intended taking the buyer to fashionable cafe, but this serve-self place was good enough for him. As he hung up his coat and seated himself he noticed sev- eral persons looking at him and snick- ering, and he laid it to the loud tie. He wished it was In the garbage can, where 1t belonged.
 Why MT. Sargent! This is sur prisei"
 He looked up and saw Adelaide Am person carrying a tray. Then he mo- ticed Mir. Walters, who had gone on and found table. How he hated that dude, who, by robbing him of Ade- laide, was rObbing him of Agnes and happiness!
 Cecil stood up and shook her hand. She gasped as she surveyed him and sudden admiration was evident in her stare.
 MT OdF$cuI1 sho Sdlu, SpedklHS rapidly ''T want to dine with you. I'm going to give Mir Walters the slip Think of him bringing me into such place! He thinks my order is cinched, but I've changed my mind. Wait in front for me. Why, you adOr- able boy! Such all innovation-regu- lar King George style!"
 She hurried away and Cecil stood in a daze.
 Must be the tf@," he decided "It king come inT'
 Then he caught a glimpse of his trousers. They were creased on the sides!
 God save the king" he said fervent- ly, and dropped into his chair.
The Press., 1922-10-19
HYon llke Fbe FhIn9a, don'f you Y

You Ike the FhIn6a don't you4'
 'I adore themr' cried Molly. "Bven the" There she checked herself without betraying her secret.
 Johns father came for the wedding and was proudly escorted to the bun galow. now ready aAd waiting for its occupants.
 Such a wedding gift !" said Molly. softly, indicating the fine old furni- ture in the pleasant rooms. "GIad you like It." said the elder man heartily. Lots of young folks wouldn't thank you for unloading old stuff on them"
 Then, with an exclamation of sur prise, he strode to the sun porch, where stood the shining mahogany rocker.
 "Welli" he exploded. "I should think something had Happened to my old chair. If that Isn't a miracle!"
 John stared, speechIess, while Mol lie smiled happily.
 ~I thought you wouldn't mind keep ing it in the background somewhere" |" Johns father said, flor you see 1t was the first thing this lads mother and bought for our house-the very first. Mind If I sit in ltF'
 You are the only one who needn't ask that" smiled Molly. "It Is your own especial chair"
 Johns father seated himself with great deliberatiOn, touched the smooth, curving arms, turned to look at the carved back. then fell into a reverie.
 John drew Molly aside.
 You said you chopped that chaGr Into kindling wood" he whispered.
 "When?" demanded Molly.
 ''When I asked you why your hands were rough. So, to let the governor down easy, I told him something had happened to the old rOcker-and he took 1t like a lamb"
 You really thought that I had de- StrOyed that chair?" Molly was in- credulOus. And you weren't angry?"
 Angry? It was my own suggestion. Besides, I couldn't have blamed you, anyhow. You had right to destroy It." said John Sturdily.
 Tt Is as I've always said-Fm the luckiest girl In the wOrld.' said Mollie. Then, softly, "I mean about yOu-not furniture, nor houses, nor anything, but just yOu!"
The Press., 1922-10-19

Ours did not have a carved back" she added thoughtfully. "I wonder" She tipped the old chair over and looked at the unfinished wood beneath.
 'T thought SOL" she cried, trium- phantly. Solid mahogany! !"
 And 1t is ruined" mOurned Molly.
 Wait a minute" said Mrs. Star ling, running back to her own house and reappearing presently with a bot tie and handful of clean rags. De natured alcohol. Watch me make a magic
 She dampened a rag with the fluid, then rubbed lightly & small portion of the grayish, crackled surface of the chair.
 Look l" she exclaimed.
 A spot an inch wide and two inches long showed the clean bare wood, the reddish brown of unfinished mahog- any. Tt is up to us." she said, cheer fully. "Stay for luncheon with me, and we'll reclaim this old aristocrat." !"
 It was sticky. messy task. and it was late afternoon before the chair stood revealed, pure mahogany In its every stick.
 "NOw 1t needs only a refnishIng coat of varnish or wax" said Mrs Startling. ''Then recaning will com plete a good job"
 Wax" said Molly. I've had enough varnish to last the rest of my lifs"
 ''still," Mrs. Startling spoke thought fully, ''only the Varnish saved it from ruin through exposure on the back porch. So there you are! And 1t will take an hour to restore our hands!" full" marveled Molly.
 Naturally. It had a clowns make up; it couldn't look like itself"
 Molly nodded assent.
 "On Chestnut street there Is a blind man who canes chairs" she said. 'T'll send 1t over there this afternoon and surprise JOhn."
 Despite the hour spent upon their hands John noticed that Molly's were not quite as usual that evening.
 What have you been doing with your handsT he demanded.
 ''Oh, splitting kindling wood r" said Molly, evasively.
 ''That is my job," said John. Don't do it again. Shall we stroll over to the bungalOw2"
 Not this evening. I am too tired" said Molly truthfully.
 When they went to their prospective home for their next inspection Molly was relieved that John did not remark upon the absence of the chair. Where's your kindling wOOdT' he asked. "Kindling woodr repeated Molly, vaguely, as she pulled open a drawer In the secretary. Then, excltedly, "Oh, John, look l'
 In her excitement over an exquisite inlaid box she failed to notice a shadow upon Johns face, and he had cleared 1t away when he asksdi
The Press., 1922-10-19
Molly'sGreat Luck
By HARRIET sRUNkHURsT


 e lSR3 Sy Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
 Molly Pelton's faith in her luck was a wee bit shaken when she saw that decrepIt old rocker among her future household possessions and was apo!o- getieally informed by her sOOn-tO-be- husband that they'd have to keep it.
 'sWith everything else so wonderful I ought not to make fuss over lit- tie thing like that" said Molly. cheer fully.
 'sYou are some girl" said John, heartily, giving a rueful look at the old rocker.
 'aThe fairies look after me every minute" declared Molly. "Of course don't count you as luck-you just happened. But this absolutely perfect bungalow vacated just when we need 1t in a town where there isn't house to rent on any terms!
 'Then, with furniture so expensive that couldn't see any way out, your father sends along all this lovely old mahogany. oak and walnut. We are lucky 70
 Earring the rocker" said John. "It ought by rights to be chopped into kindling wood. I don't know why dad saved 1t, except that he always liked to sit in 1t on the back porch"
 "Then to the back porch it goes" said Molly, stanehly.
 John rushed away then, but Molly stayed to plan the arrangement of her newly uncrated household treasures. First she took the old rocker to the back porch. Since she was alone she permitted an expression of dismay to escape Against the spicE-and-span porch the old chair, with its grimy, cracked varnish and broken cane was certainly grOtesque.
 My neighbOrs won't like looking at it." sighed Molly. ''If only l could keep 1t inside and cover it with chintz-but John said the back porch. l might paint It white" she added.
 GIancing up she glimpsed & pink clad figure upon a neighbOring porch. "Y-hOO-O!' she called gayly. Come on over"
 Mrs. Startling. crisply dainty in her house frOck, smllingly accepted the in- vitation.
 "Pm investigating this old chair" explained Molly. Looks like a mis- fit, doesn't itT'
 i've always loved those high backed rockers" said Mrs. Startling. Ours at home was most comfortable.
The Press., 1922-10-19
Ahnarla AnodYna.

All the neighbors wondered how Abner Allen and his wife got along She was generally conceded to be a cantankerous sort, but so far as any. one knew, Abner had never been heard to utter complaint. Then Abner died and Hezeklah Billings felt at liberty to tell the story.
 "Abner did complain - sort of - just once," he said. We was loggin' an Abner was sort of limpiR aroun' and sayin' how his shoes hurt him. So asst him why in tarnation he wore shoes that was too small and AbneT sez, sez he:
 "'Well,' he sez, T always buys 'em too small. When I got on tight shoes, sez Abner, T forget all my other troubles Yessir, that's the only time I ever reeIy heard Ahner criticize his wife. Legion Weekly.
The Press., 1922-10-19
Elah's VISIon Limited.

To the fish the surface of the water, seen from below, presents a circular window surrounded by mirrors, ac- cording to Edward RingwOOd Hewitt, author of Secrets of the Salmon, J soon to be published by Scribner's. It seems that a fish can see out into the air only through a limited aperture everywhere else the surface reflects the contents of the stream, or eff it be a shallow One) the bottom. This is because the light rays passing from water to afr are bent, and when the angle of the light ray from the fsh's eye with the vertical becomes great enough, it is bent backward so that it does not enter the air at all, but is directed downward toward the bottom
The Press., 1922-10-19
HAS ICE AT ALL SEASONS
Montana Indian, Digging Well, sOODH- InaIy Came Upon Meet Remark
 able Freak af Nature.

More than eight years ago John Spotted Wolf, an Indian of the. Chay- enne reservation in eastern Montana, decided that he should like to have Q well near his log cabin. So he and hie wife Mary chose a spot near a large pine tree, perhaps 20 rods from the door, and then John began to dig. By noon of the second day he had dug down ten feet. Although the of being cold while at work. After eating he put on an extra coat and went to work again. He kept Mary and her brother Rolling Bull busy hauling up and carrying away the dirt that he loOsened. But in spite of Johns extra clothing he still was cold. On the third morning he added moge clothing; but when night came and the well had reached the depth of 1S feet he was almost frozen.
 The next morning he again descend ed the we'll and worked as rapidly aS his many layers of clothing would per init. After a while water began o appear. Suddenly he shouted: Pun me up! Pull me up!"
 John had barely reached the surface before the we'll filled to within a foot of the top and then began to freeze around the edges. In a short time only a small opening perhaps a foot in diameter remained.
 The we'll remains the same way year after year, the Youths Companion states. During the day in summer the sun melts the ice around the top, but at night it freezes again. The well, which furnishes a permanent ice SUD- ply for the people In the neighbOrhood, Is a strange freak of nature of which there are so many in the western part of the state. Tourists who visit the reservation regard 1t as 8 great curl Osity.
The Press., 1922-10-19
Dostoevsky.

He makes no appeal to the passions of his readers, as Beethoven in his later works makes none to the mere sense of sound. He was an artist puri- fled by suffering as saints are purified by 1t; for through the attained to that complete disinterestedness which is as necessary to the artist as to the saint. Whenever a man sees people and things in relation only to his own personal wants and appetftes, he can not use them as subject-matter for art. DostOevsky learnt to free every thing and everybody from this relation more completely, perhaps, than any writer known to us. Not even vanity or fear, nor any theory begotten of them, perverted his view of human life. In his art. at any rate, he achieved that complete liberation which Is aimed at by the wisdom of the East; and his heroes exhibit it by his conduct.-A. Clutton- Brock.
The Press., 1922-10-19
In Your Garden,

It is truly wonderful how many birds will visit modest gardens dur ing a year. They will, during the spring migration, be most in evidence from early daylight till breakfast time, and then again as evening comes on, says the American Forestry Magazine. When autumn approaches, the migration that takes place is equally interesting. In winter we may look for various inches, sparroWs, crossbills, hawks, owls, and not few other species that come to us during that time of the year.
The Press., 1922-10-19
Carlyle, MIrabeau and NapoIeon.


 Carlyle's estimate of Mirabeau and Napoleon is given in one of a coIlec. tion of autograph letters. To a young woman who asked his advice as to a course of study of the two men, he wrote:
 "On the whole, do not much ad. wise at this stage of your inquiries in. to either of those personages. The first (Mirabeau), with all his great gifts, is fairly definable from the oth. CT side as a mutinOus, absolute black. guard set on a high place.
 ''The second has a great deal of the yactOr-turnedspirate in his character and history; an immense gambler la Dick Turpin, who, after all his huge reckless bettings and enormous temporary successes (more astonishing to the foolish than to the wise), ended by losing his last guinea and by being flung out Of the room head foremost"