Evening star., 1930-12-07
PHILOSOPHICAL POEM DENYING
EINSTEIN'S THEORY is PRAISED
Prominent Capital Scientist
Receives Letters From
World Figures.
Walter Maxwell Thinks 20
Years on Problem Before
He States Convictions.
BY GRETCHEN SMITH.

His philosophical poem, THE Mas
ter Of the Voids," on the press less
, than q month, Walter Maxwell, dis
tinguished scientist and member of the
Cosmos Club. has been the recipient
Of tnnumerable letters of appreciation
from scientists and literary men, in
Guiding Sir Oliver Lodge and the famed
Rudyard Kipling whose attentions have
been arrested by the unusual char.
acter OF the poem. The stamps of II
nations are to be found on the pile of
letters received by DR.. Maxwell through
his publishers.
Scientist Lauds Poem.
''Dr. Maxwell has displayed a most
remarkable talent for finding words
which adequately convey his thoughts
on a most difficult subject-his poem
is both a scientific and a literary
achievement" remarked leading
scientist of Washington.
DR.. Maxwell does not agree with
the widely discussed "Einstein theory"
Of creation, and his writings convey
In poetical yet scientific English, his
thoughts on the subject.
Il thought on the matter for at
least 20 years." explained DR.. Maxwell
into its present form"
The short poem, which appears in
The Star, was written by DR.. Maxwell
for the purpose of putting into simpler
language the thoughts which are dis
cuSSed IN more involved style in his
recently published work.
Came to Capital 40 Years Ago.
DR.. Maxwell arrived from Scotland.
nf tVtH XSa =
States about 40 years ago. He came
to washington as physiological
chemist and has done scientific work
since then in Australia and Hawaii.
An alumnus Of an English and q
German university, as well as Har-
ward University, DR.. Maxwell retired
from his scientific work several years
ago. and has since that time been en-
gagged in study, literary work and
travel He makes his home at the
Hotel Martinique while In this city.
Einstein or Not?
How came about the universe7
How came it to exist?
The simple folk, 50 sore perverse,
In quainter sense persist.
They still persist and say that He
Chief artist of the whole
Thought out and made the world they
And hath the sole control.
But He" knew nought of calculus"
And must Himself console;
And, to avert an after-fuss,
He made it just q whole.
"A whole" devised, sole and precise
ExactneSs the one law
Knew not of parts-a trial device
"A whole" without a flaw.
But EinStein, Jeans, Eddington, too
Each one an unit-crain-
Declare, by Calculus" it grew;
To structure did attain.
The ancient "chief" they think is dead;
Dim "quanta" now prevail;
Wild waves" Of Joy perform instead;
The folk their "chief" bewail.
The whole is finite" Einstein says;
Nor infinite at all;
The more the stars becrowd the ways
"Becometh space more small"
Now simple folks cannot conceive
That "leSs becometh space;
Nor can they sensibly perceive
What fills the empty place?
They cannot see how nought can
carve;
Or move from its resort;
The vacant doth not change or swerve;
Nor ''naught' itself distort.
"Quanta" and curves" the folk con-
fuse;
Confuse beyond belief
A dwindled space" they curt refuse,
And call for their old "chiefl"
MAXWELLTON BRAE.
Hotel Martinique,
Washington, D. @.