The Washington times., 1934-08-24

But l was
wrong. The
Song of tn e - ~. =
Hammer and Helen Essary
the Saw has nothing to do with
Young Industry in a Love Nest.
Now is it an escape for the Sec
retary's NRA emotions?
It is a group of charts de-
signed to show the Importance
of small towns as regards home
ownership and the distribution
of one and two family dwell
ingS."
Perhaps t'were better so.
DR.. William T. Mann, Di-
rector of the National Zoo
logical Park, and Mrs. Mann
have left for vacation in
New Mexico, where together
they will hunt up new bugs
Il beg your pardon-insectsO
New Mexico is the one State
west of the Mississippi in which
DR.. Mann has not pursued the
fauna that crawl.
incidentally, DR.. Mann is the
greatest living authority on
ants. His purpose (and he is
fast succeeding at it, is to
build the Washington Zoo into
the finest ZOO in the entire
world. He hopes when he has
died such a work will be a
monument to him. But
The achievement that brings
Joy and everlasting pride to his
heart, the achievement he will
remember when he himself is
fluttering about among the
scientific angels, who were not
turned from Heaven by a too
intense belief in Darwin, is
his discovery and Identification
of a new species of ants.
A lady from small Connecti-
cut town writes to say that her
new next-door neighbor is the
son of former missionary in
China and a very rich young
man. The young man has three
expensive automobiles.
The former missionary him.
self drives a big car. The lady
sees it every week or so, when
the former missionary comes
down from New York on visit.
She knows it is the missionary's
car. because just above the
license plate at the back, in
clear letters is the legend,
"Jesus Saves"
The lady thinks the mission
ary must have been practical as
we'll as pious.
Reading that Emma Faber,
an Austrian woman, swan the
English Channel one day last
week reminds me of the visit I
paid to Cape Girls Nez in France
Just before Gertrude Ederle
plunged off the French coast
for Dover and made 2 record
which no woman has broken.
The country about Cape Girls
Nez (Gray NoSe) is beautiful.
Were its fields and cliffs and
sea less enchanting, I suspect
fewer swimmers would stay at
the little village of Girls Nez for
the necessary training.
The formation of the cliffs
Of Girls Nez is like the forma-
ton of the cliffs of Dover,
exactly on the other side of the
channel, and has persuaded
scientists to believe that thou
sands of years ago the British
Isles we're a part of the French
mainland.
Gertrude Ederle was at the
inn in the village. She was
like a strong brown boy. Con-
fident, eager for the channel
swim, but modest and rather
sweet.
I had made the trip from
Boulogne in a taxicab. Up and
down hills, along the winding
white road between fields of
yellow mustard, skirting the
tops of cliffs with the blue sea
below, and pleasant white
clouds overhead. Remember
ing at every turn of the cars
wheels the strength of the
Channel waters, the length of
the crossing in a steamer. And
marveling that anybody had
the courage to even try to swim
across to Dover.
Eighteen people, nine men
and nine women, have tried
and succeeded.
I spent the night in a little
hotel on the edge of Girls Nez
itself and slept little. The
beams of the great cape light
house flashed at regular inter.
walls all night long across my
face. The tide, the rushing
Channel tide that travels 100
times faster than the Atlantic
tides, came roaring in, devour-
ing the sand and the cliffs. I
thought it would swallow the
little hotel and my bed and me.
A little later the tide almost
swallowed Lillian Cannon, an
other American swimmer. Lii
liam was a Baltimorean. She
had Swum the Chesapeake Bay