New-York tribune., 1922-11-15
The Tosver
THE GREAT GLAND MYSTERY
csur.. New rors Tr.son. rss., isas

! He is brooding.
Deep lines OF thought furrow his
forehead as he broods.
Shelves are built about the walls
Of the room, from floor to ceiling.
On the shelves are hundreds Of
glass jars. -
In each jar is Gland.
And each jar is labeled with the
pedigree Of the Gland which it con-
tains.
Some of the labels are also marked
with price marks.
| These Glands are worth untold
wealth.
Other jars are marked, with
simple elegance, with the one word,
"Sold," printed in black on a white
card.
The great expert moves fearless
ly among all these Glands.
His skill gives him confidence.
But he is a sad man.
One can tell 1t by the expression
Of his face.
| He does not think so we'll Of hu-
man nature as he did before he be-
came a Gland specialist.
A few more years and, alas! he
may be disillusioned.
Just now he is confronted by
problem.
He has invented way to give
mankind five times the number Of
Glands that Nature has given.
Human beings will then live six
or seven hundred years.
But does he want human beings
to live that long?
That is what he is brooding over.
From what he has learned Of hu-
man nature since he became a
Gland expert he doubts whether he
has the moral right to prolong hu-
man life to that extent.
On the other hand, he doubts
whether he has the moral right TO
shorten human life.
Reader, such are the problems
that confront the great scientist.
No man has ever yet come to him
asking for the sort Of Gland that
will make him Better, and offered
him a million for it.
Always they come to him for
Glands that will make them livelier.
He turns to Gland that is
labeled: "sold. Purchaser, Million
aire Darnley. Must be used before
Jan. 7, 1924"
He muses. over it.
Suddenly a smile Eliminates his
thoughtful face.
He looks almost boyish when he
smiles.
An idea has occurred to him.
Why not give to Millionaire Darn
ley Gland that will have no effect
one way or the other, and give this
Gland before him to some worthy
idealist?
To some poor man, who Is work
ing to reform the world. ~
The smile fades,
His face looks sad again.
He recollects that he did that very
thing couple Of years before.
And the results were disastrous.
The young reformer ceased to be
an idealist.
He had formerly looked to Heaven.
Afterward he seemed to be un-
able to look higher than the choir
loft.
'Curses!" said DR.. Kulp. Some
times I am tempted to fling all
these glands into the river!''
Then he thinks Of the vast sums
Of money that they represent.
He must have money.
His wife expects him to maintain
her and their family in the social
position to which they are striv-
ing to become accustomed.
He loves his wife,.
He could not tell her that he had
deliberately chosen to become a
Tauper henceforth.
He sighs.
II must follow where love leads"
he says.
No baser motive could have kept
him in the Gland line.
Just as DR.. Kulp arrives at the
sad conclusion that he must stay in
the business terrific explosion
occurs.
The walls of the laboratory are
wrecked.
The shelves are thrown down.
The jars are broken.
Thousands Of precious Glands are
rolling unprotected about the floor
in the ruins.
Three masked men, with sacks in
their hands, leap through the win
dow and begin to gather up the
Glands.