The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1939-07-13

honorable InenLlOn, OF at least
simple garland
But for Spouse of some kind
Mourois Might for Nine. Maui
Sail y. MortoI rois. H ere a
few weeks ago,
he explained how his wife, also a
person of distinction, learned tipping
and stenography to keep his script
flowing smoothly and legibly to the
publishers. He writes only in long
hand, said to be quite as cramped
and illegible as that of Horace
Greeley, and she alone of all NOR
tails can translate it. Seat No. 35
in the French academy might still
be vacant but for Nine. Maurois.
He was born Emile Herzog, in
ROuen. His literary divagatiOn
was the first shortcut to immor-
tally in line of ancestral WOOL
en- diapers reaching back to the
year 800 A. ID. He was a bache-
lor of arts at Is and a doctor Of
philosophy at Is. He began
work in his fathers factory, but
got right on the job as a philoso-
pher and iterateur, so, when he
was assigned to the British as
an interpreter in the World war,
he could fill them in on Byron,
Shelley and Keats, and did SO.
Later he explained Disraeh to
the English, and, around the
clubs, they bit their pipe-stems
and admitted that this French
chap knew lot of things they
hand't even suspected. "Ariel,
the Life of Shelley" put him in
the big literary tournament in
1928, where he has been ever
since.
He is slight in stature, dapper
and fastidious, with his thinning
gray hair deployed carefully left and
right, gesturing only cautiously with
the sensitive hands of an artist. He
has an acute, skeptical mind, in
terested in politics only in its his
toric sweep. He weighs words like
an apothecary and it is as crafts
man and finished wordsmith that he
qualities for the academy. With
keen insight, he has exported Amer
lea on his numerous visits here,
clocking us through the valley OF
despond. His latest appraisal found
us moving out of national Adde'S
cence into fully rational, adult state
hood. He hopes for the best, but is
not a fuzzy optimist. The decline
of the humane ideal" he thinks, is
the most disquieting trend of the
modern world.
D WALTON MOORE, of the state
N department, who will be 81
years old next February, like Mr..
Chips, thinks the way ahead lies
through the hui
r. w. Moore, so, manities. Mr.
Is the Mr.. Chips Chips showed
OF State Dept. ne was no los.
tried to bench him, and no more is
Mr.. Moore-boarding the Pan
American clipper for Europe.
He is amenable in old-fash-
toned BEHAVIOR tall, quiet,
gray, courteous SOutherner-and
alertly adaptable to all new de-
vices of living. He is keenly in
terested in aviation, having
taken many airplane flights
along the Coast, and one on
the German dirigible linden
burg. The state departments
participation in international ar
rangements for landing fields
and the like has been in his
hand.
In congress from 1919 to 1880,
from Virginia, he was a colleague OF
Secretary Hull. President Roosevelt
made him assistant secretary OF
state in 1888 and later counselor for
the department. He is a bachelor,
driving Is miles to his work from
Fairfax, Va. He looks as if he could
end all war talk Just by serving mint
iuleps all around.
IT ERE'S a general who has saved
Il more men than any single gen.
eral ever killed. He leads expedi-
tionary forces against armies of jun
-. =, gle germs-Dr.
SoOtng Lire, Not Victor J. Heis-
Taking 1t, Forte er of the Rookie
M TIL. General teller founda.
ton. He is in