Evening star., 1932-08-21

HE sky's the limit The speedometer
is the only meter in use Yesterdays
"tallest office building" wag over
topped by the new one Of today. and
tomorrow's will outreach them both
in the sharp race for . roofage Of
cloud Train end liner and airship step down
hard en- the S for speed to reduce the size OF
the earth in tine units, to the measure Of .
billiard ball or at most to that Of pumpkin.
Stupendous magnitudes, momentum ana
yelocities. sound and clamor! Terrifying! And
no way out of it! The motorist has pried wide
open every old safe and peaceful retreat Remote
deserts even ere ant hills of crossing motor
trucks on pressing enterprise bent. Hidden
caves alorg tie cca't are now infested with
film folks doirg their treasure and pirate stun
ION the spot" Where to 60 out OF II fLr a
catch-up on the second wind! Not In luck
like that famous man of Manhattan who, when
tired of the sidewalks of New York land he Is
q little more than C mmonly world weary Just
now, shoots upward to his office on the top
floor of that "hghe1t building" for a breath
of difference, CT respite. There, a quarter oil
a mile up, he lights his cigar at star" forget
ting fer a minute the mudded ground plan
down below as he looks across the high wide
night around him. serene, star-lt, silent. Far,
far below in tie harbor a tiny poppet stands, in
her hand a fickering match Miss Liberty
lighting the world. And toy boats, bought at
the sand 10 nose busily about in tub OF dirty
suds. Ard this he must 60 back to, almost at
once-bac!, to the din and tumult Maybe he
Is not so much in luck, after al. And we. at
any rate, must look for rescue nearer the
ground.
why not come with me to see my turn of
magic?" Facing about, glad to meet my
friend Alvin Harrow with whom I had stubbed
alcng "Old ToWpaths' quietly and happily hour
upon hour With whom. too carrying "Old Post
Bags" I had, back in Colonial days. raced
helter-skelter maybe five miles an hour, bearing
the mail pest ha te" The man of all men to
meet just now. 1 delighted and said so.
OF course went with him and saw the great
feat Truly great! For standing beside the
Island Of Manhattan he lifted from it bodily
two and a half centuries of time and its accu-
mulated load, setting the whole down again off
in Westchester and adjacent counties quite out
of the way.
"o.d Bowery Days" is the fine trick turned for
US as hours of shelter out of the noisy weathers
of every day and night In no time at all We
stand looking over a simple landscape in which
a modest village squats-possiby to stay and
grow. maybe to pull up stakes and move on.
To the right a river, to the left another, both
in plain view. Miles of forest. Paths Of Indian
make. com rg to the settlement with beaver
packs on their backs. Paths that. nearer the
town settle to lanes, streets. And one, down
at the point, a "boWery" or Dutch farm, fast
becoming a zeal town highway of traffic. Across
this place old Peter Stuyvesant stumps. his
wooden leg tapping, as he lords it over the New
Amsterdam of his day.
And here We stay while Alvin Harlow shows
the sights of the "Old Bowery" the inns the
theaters the shopkeepers, and on and through
q maze of quiet pleasure drawn of from the
famous street Personalities look in upon u.s.
Charlotte Temp.e-"Amsrica's favorite romance
and mystery; the gallant fremen of the
Bowery and their troubles with the boys. The
of hottt
which now We hear so much. Politics, too, on
the Bowery then now; politics and parades
and a real riot area" if yCu please. And the
Civil War comes on-and the famous street goes
to war. And after the Babel rises from
the quaint and boiSterous and rather innocent
old town road. And when there came a
day of great pers- nalites, day of leaders and
bosses, we know that we are getting near home,
near now and the great to-do. But it has been
a great adventure-moving, picturesque historic,
q mellow and ripe adventure, every bit of 1t
enjoy be. So clearly enjoyable that, still held
open it will lure again and again into its vivid
ness of picture and immediate charm.
THE NEW AGRICULTURE By Orvie Mer-
ton Kile. New York: The Macmillan Co.
Asst "wednesday the press brought news of
l. strike pending and making headway
among Iowa farmers. And of the likelihood,
as we'll of its spread into neighboring States.
Merely another move in the general unrest of
agriculture another note in its camor of pro-
test and appeal
And this item serves reminder that the
daily newspaper constitutes the best possible
index for students of current events, leading
them often to fuller sources Of information
upon some subject of their pursuit. A case in
point That farm item of last Wednesday, and
related ones of frequent appearance, suggest
Mr. Kie's The New Agriculture" as a book
OF clear usefulness upon topic of universal
importance For new as the idea appears to
be- the farmer is still. the greatest of producers,
the greatest industrialist. He is the source of
q worlds food supply
In a sense we have held the farmer in tradi-
tion-the one free soul" the one independent