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in the same hat year after year. The Duke’s explanation was that the particular hat was particularly comfortable, fitting the shape of his head exactly, and he hated the idea of giving it up. But finally twenty-four of the Duke’s women friends decided that the old hat was a scandal; and agreed to send twenty-four new hats of an accepted type to Devonshire House on the same day. The Duke accepted all the gifts with many thanks but never wore any of them. Politics and Ballet CURRENT HISTORY TOLD IN CARTOONS A SOVIET EXPERIMENT The transformation of the Soviet ballet in accordance with the demands of the Communist Party, is now assuming the form of various productions in Moscow and Petrograd, in which a “definite social-political character,” according to the Soviet press, forms the basis of the “artistic conceptions” offered to the Bolshevik public. The latest convert appears to be the Moscow Art Theatre, which, as reported in the Izvestia of May 8, produced a “Dancing Review,” performed by artistes of its ballet studio, ontitled “The Adventures of the Three.” This ballet, which is an attempt to expose “world-Imperialism,” represents three “Imperialists,” an Englishman, a Frenchman, and an American visiting their colonies in India, China, and Africa. Scenes depicting ruthless oppression of the natives by their British and French rulers were staged in the form of wordless playlets and national dances, the whole thing finishing with a scene showing the Englishman being kicked out of Soviet Russia. Although, according to the Izvestia, the “performance was extremely interesting and deserved the success with which it was received,” it is doubtful whether these experiments will add to the laurels of the Moscow Art Theatre, which is again contemplating a visit to Europe and the United States. A "STEEN BILLION DOLLAR SKYSCRAPER" (From the Brooklyn Daily Eagle.) For Vision Far SUCCESS SEEMS ASSURED The invention of a device known as “the prismatic ring” will enable radio enthusiasts to see the next Olympic Games as well as to hear the cheering, it is predicted in a report made to the American Chemical Society by
their colonies in India, China, and Africa. Scenes depicting ruthless oppression of the natives by their British and French rulers were staged in the form of wordless playlets and national dances, the whole thing finishing with a scene showing the Englishman being kicked out of Soviet Russia. Although, according to the Izvestia, the “performance was extremely interesting and deserved the success with which it was received,” it is doubtful whether these experiments will add to the laurels of the Moscow Art Theatre, which is again contemplating a visit to Europe and the United States. A "STEEN BILLION DOLLAR SKYSCRAPER" (From the Brooklyn Daily Eagle.) For Vision Far SUCCESS SEEMS ASSURED The invention of a device known as “the prismatic ring” will enable radio enthusiasts to see the next Olympic Games as well as to hear the cheering, it is predicted in a report made to the American Chemical Society by the inventor, Mr. C. Francis Jenkins of Washington, D. C. Mr. Jenkins also promises that stay-at-homes may see public ceremonies from their own firesides; see a distant football, polo or baseball game as it is happening; a regatta, Mardi Gras, flower festival or baby parade while these things are actually happening. In military work, chiefs of the Army and Navy, it is declared, may see at headquarters all that a lens looks upon as it is carried in a scouting airplane. Mr. Jenkins explains that still pictures are now excellently done, both by radio and by wire, and that the public may confidently expect radio movies soon. It is now a daily laboratory demonstration. “The prismatic ring is a new contribution to optical science,” the report says. “By means of a prism, a tiny point of light is made to travel across a photographic plate in a succession of parallel adjacent lines, the strength of the light constantly changing by reason of the varying strength of the incoming radio signals.” The Curtis Press Another feather is added today to the Curtis editorial cap. Mr. Cyrus H. K. Curtis, best known as the man who made the Saturday Evening Post the
happening. In military work, chiefs of the Army and Navy, it is declared, may see at headquarters all that a lens looks upon as it is carried in a scouting airplane. Mr. Jenkins explains that still pictures are now excellently done, both by radio and by wire, and that the public may confidently expect radio movies soon. It is now a daily laboratory demonstration. “The prismatic ring is a new contribution to optical science,” the report says. “By means of a prism, a tiny point of light is made to travel across a photographic plate in a succession of parallel adjacent lines, the strength of the light constantly changing by reason of the varying strength of the incoming radio signals.” The Curtis Press Another feather is added today to the Curtis editorial cap. Mr. Cyrus H. K. Curtis, best known as the man who made the Saturday Evening Post the leading American weekly, today publishes his latest newspaper acquisition—the Philadelphia North American—as part of the Public Ledger of Philadelphia. Mr. Curtis has just purchased the North American in order to eliminate it from competition with his old love the Public Ledger, the original of the Curtis publications. I way's second to the Public Ledger among the conservative newspapers in Philadelphia, the North American has long been recognized as one of the most entertaining newspapers in the East. Now its many features are helping to make the informative Public Ledger more pleasing to the Philadelphia palate. Fortune from a Whale A ROMANTIC STORY The lucky find thirty years ago of a large piece of ambergris, the sale of which realized £16,000, established the fortune of a colored man named George Smith, whose will is now the subject of an action in the Supreme Court at Hobart, Tasmania. Smith, who was known locally as “Black Louis,” and another colored man called “Black James,” discovered the ambergris in the body of a whale which was washed up on the Tasmanian coast near Port Davey. The find was secretly conveyed to England through the agency of a bank manager named Barclay and it was
to the Public Ledger among the conservative newspapers in Philadelphia, the North American has long been recognized as one of the most entertaining newspapers in the East. Now its many features are helping to make the informative Public Ledger more pleasing to the Philadelphia palate. Fortune from a Whale A ROMANTIC STORY The lucky find thirty years ago of a large piece of ambergris, the sale of which realized £16,000, established the fortune of a colored man named George Smith, whose will is now the subject of an action in the Supreme Court at Hobart, Tasmania. Smith, who was known locally as “Black Louis,” and another colored man called “Black James,” discovered the ambergris in the body of a whale which was washed up on the Tasmanian coast near Port Davey. The find was secretly conveyed to England through the agency of a bank manager named Barclay and it was sold ounce by ounce, the proceeds being shared by the two men. As a token of his gratitude for the kindness and help of Barclay in disposing of the find, George Smith, who recently died, bequeathed the whole of his fortune of £12,000 to his two daughters, entirely ignoring his step-daughter, a Mrs. Mary Selina Tye, because he objected to her marriage with a Chinese. Probate of the will is now opposed by Mrs. Tye, who alleges that undue influence was brought to bear on the testator. “PARIS TIMES” LETTER BOX The Parisian Letter Box, Sunday, May 17, 1925. To the Editor of The Paris Times: Since boyhood I have been fascinated by the stories of the underground life led by a certain phase of society in Paris. When the movies came in they brought visualizations of the cellar assembly places, the dark passages beneath the earth through which the Apaches scurry. It was the ambition of my life to go to Paris and visit for myself its (literally) underworld. I am here. I have visited them. Imagine my surprise to find them thronged with well-dressed people, to find them lined with white tiling with big signs at the entrances
step-daughter, a Mrs. Mary Selina Tye, because he objected to her marriage with a Chinese. Probate of the will is now opposed by Mrs. Tye, who alleges that undue influence was brought to bear on the testator. “PARIS TIMES” LETTER BOX The Parisian Letter Box, Sunday, May 17, 1925. To the Editor of The Paris Times: Since boyhood I have been fascinated by the stories of the underground life led by a certain phase of society in Paris. When the movies came in they brought visualizations of the cellar assembly places, the dark passages beneath the earth through which the Apaches scurry. It was the ambition of my life to go to Paris and visit for myself its (literally) underworld. I am here. I have visited them. Imagine my surprise to find them thronged with well-dressed people, to find them lined with white tiling with big signs at the entrances reading “Métro.” SURPRISED. ANNOUNCEMENTS. SUNDAY EXPRESS. That Cable, HAND IT TO YOUR HOTEL PORTER. OUR OFFICES. ANY POST OFFICE [marked "VIA WESTERN UNION". Rue des Italiens Hear the Opéra. THE MAN OF THE DAY [Photo Meurisse.) M. PAUL APPELL. Among those praising American generosity at the dedication of the Civil Foyer at Rheims (Marne) yesterday, was M. Paul Appell, retiring Rector of the Academy of Paris. As president of the Société des Foyers, M. Appell was only expressing in words the sentiment which has shown itself in his kindly attitude towards American students who have come into contact with him during his long service in the higher institutions of French learning. Garbed in all the dignity that can be engendered by a white beard and the presidency of the Academy of Sciences, M. Appell is not the nearsighted, dry absent-minded savant that a man of his academic position is popularly supposed to be. Unlike many European educators he is interested as much in the welfare of his students as in their ability to master the binomial theorem or understand the nebular hypothesis. His study was always as accessible to the youth in difficulties as it was to the brother savant
Foyer at Rheims (Marne) yesterday, was M. Paul Appell, retiring Rector of the Academy of Paris. As president of the Société des Foyers, M. Appell was only expressing in words the sentiment which has shown itself in his kindly attitude towards American students who have come into contact with him during his long service in the higher institutions of French learning. Garbed in all the dignity that can be engendered by a white beard and the presidency of the Academy of Sciences, M. Appell is not the nearsighted, dry absent-minded savant that a man of his academic position is popularly supposed to be. Unlike many European educators he is interested as much in the welfare of his students as in their ability to master the binomial theorem or understand the nebular hypothesis. His study was always as accessible to the youth in difficulties as it was to the brother savant with an objection to Einstein’s theory. M. Appell’s interest in his students was shown in his initiative in securing the first units of the Cité Universitaire near the Parc Montsouris last summer. He felt that a garret in the Latin Quarter is a picturesque habitation for students of stage and romance, but that it is not conducive to the best mental effort. His project for dormitories to accommodate three thousand students—the first buildings will take care of three hundred—was the application of his belief that better study will result from pleasant living conditions. All foreign students have found M. Appell their friend. Those from the United States found him a great aid when the American University Union was first organized, and since, both privately and in organizations for the promotion of relations between students of France and America. He is retiring at his own request at the age of seventy, after having devoted fifty years of his life to the cause of education. Born in Strasbourg in 1855, he rose from professorship, and deanship to rector. A distinguished mathematician, he was elected to the Academy of Sciences in 1892 and he has been president since 1914. Still vigorous, physically and
romance, but that it is not conducive to the best mental effort. His project for dormitories to accommodate three thousand students—the first buildings will take care of three hundred—was the application of his belief that better study will result from pleasant living conditions. All foreign students have found M. Appell their friend. Those from the United States found him a great aid when the American University Union was first organized, and since, both privately and in organizations for the promotion of relations between students of France and America. He is retiring at his own request at the age of seventy, after having devoted fifty years of his life to the cause of education. Born in Strasbourg in 1855, he rose from professorship, and deanship to rector. A distinguished mathematician, he was elected to the Academy of Sciences in 1892 and he has been president since 1914. Still vigorous, physically and mentally, M. Appell will not be allowed to retire completely, for the Government will offer him the direction of the International Institute for Intellectual Cooperation, of which France has been the initiator. It will also make him a Grand Cross of the Légion of Honor. BOARD AND RESIDENCE. EASY LIFE WITH FRENCH PROFESSORS, JUNE TO SEPTEMBER. Family life. Nice villa in own grounds. Constant training in French; inclusive terms. Nice sandy beach. Beautiful surroundings. Call from 2:30 to 4 p.m., or Write for particulars to the INSTITUT DU PANTHEON, 38 R. des Ecoles, PARIS, V* (near Sorbonne). Tel.: Gobelins 22-00. ANNOUNCEMENTS. PROFESSOR RAYMOND’S FINANCIAL AND POLITICAL PREDICTIONS HAVE ASTONISHED THE WORLD. CONSULTATIONS FROM 2:30 TO 5 p.m. 109 Rue de Rennes. PALMISTRY FROM 2:30 TO 5 p.m. English Spoken. Mrs. DARBY, 93 RUE DE MAUBEUGE. The Book of the Day BOSTON AND THE FAR EAST Since the white shadows of the South Seas first cost their so-called vibrant gloom over book-writers and tourist agencies, the complications that have occurred in that region of atolls and seductive young girl natives have been numerous. But here is a new one to intrigue those who must read in the train. Boston’s Back Bay
WITH FRENCH PROFESSORS, JUNE TO SEPTEMBER. Family life. Nice villa in own grounds. Constant training in French; inclusive terms. Nice sandy beach. Beautiful surroundings. Call from 2:30 to 4 p.m., or Write for particulars to the INSTITUT DU PANTHEON, 38 R. des Ecoles, PARIS, V* (near Sorbonne). Tel.: Gobelins 22-00. ANNOUNCEMENTS. PROFESSOR RAYMOND’S FINANCIAL AND POLITICAL PREDICTIONS HAVE ASTONISHED THE WORLD. CONSULTATIONS FROM 2:30 TO 5 p.m. 109 Rue de Rennes. PALMISTRY FROM 2:30 TO 5 p.m. English Spoken. Mrs. DARBY, 93 RUE DE MAUBEUGE. The Book of the Day BOSTON AND THE FAR EAST Since the white shadows of the South Seas first cost their so-called vibrant gloom over book-writers and tourist agencies, the complications that have occurred in that region of atolls and seductive young girl natives have been numerous. But here is a new one to intrigue those who must read in the train. Boston’s Back Bay gets all mixed up with poi and tropical moons; Beacon Street finds itself entangled with flaming hibiscus and a conglomerate and polyglot Hawaii. Topped off with a murder mystery, the effect on the reader might be almost anything on a hot day. Jedediah Winterslip, a name sufficiently Bostonian for even Brookline, was an old whaler who settled in Hawaii. His sons, Dan and Amos, being born on the islands, had never gazed on America’s seat of knowledge. Dan, rich and likable, did not worry that his life and fortune were whispered “doubtful.” Amos thought him “a bad egg.” The “New England conscience in a white duck suit” felt so strongly about it that he refused for thirty-one years to speak to brother Dan. Sheer Puritanism, but a hate motive, you see. Miss Minerva, their cousin, who had her moments back in the frivolous “eighties” is visiting Dan and serves well for needed explanations. Enter John Quincy Winterslip, also from Boston if you must know. He intends to shoo Aunty home. With him is Dan’s daughter, Barbara. The night they arrive Dan is stabbed to death in his bed. Every “extra” available is marched on the scene henceforth on. Barbara’s fiancé,
Brookline, was an old whaler who settled in Hawaii. His sons, Dan and Amos, being born on the islands, had never gazed on America’s seat of knowledge. Dan, rich and likable, did not worry that his life and fortune were whispered “doubtful.” Amos thought him “a bad egg.” The “New England conscience in a white duck suit” felt so strongly about it that he refused for thirty-one years to speak to brother Dan. Sheer Puritanism, but a hate motive, you see. Miss Minerva, their cousin, who had her moments back in the frivolous “eighties” is visiting Dan and serves well for needed explanations. Enter John Quincy Winterslip, also from Boston if you must know. He intends to shoo Aunty home. With him is Dan’s daughter, Barbara. The night they arrive Dan is stabbed to death in his bed. Every “extra” available is marched on the scene henceforth on. Barbara’s fiancé, a third-rate hotel proprietor, and his beautiful daughter; distinguished Englishmen, sneaky missionaries, a drunken, literary (oh, favored product of the South Seas) ship’s steward, a woman of no—well, importance, a relic of Dan’s disreputable past among the licentious leis; her escort; natives; Japanese; police; a Chinaman, who is a good scout and pretty snappy as a sleuth, even though he does not say “very well.” This is all rather distracting to John Quincy, but he develops manfully, helps and blunders among the clues, even as the police, and revolutionizes his life by the time the villain is captured. A Boston symphony reacts to ukuleles. If one is desirous of focusing the sleuthing instinct on something light and mellowingly baffling, with love, kisses, “semi-barbaric beauty” and other stage properties, here it is, for a couple of dollars. THE HOUSE WITHOUT A KEY. By Karl Derr Biggers. (The Bobbs-Merrill Company, Indianapolis. $2.) Movies in a Mine An iron mining company has constructed an up-to-date “movie theatre” for its men in its mine, near Eveleth, Minnesota, 250 feet below the surface of the earth. Its purpose is not entirely the entertainment of the workers, but also their instruction in the latest methods of
scout and pretty snappy as a sleuth, even though he does not say “very well.” This is all rather distracting to John Quincy, but he develops manfully, helps and blunders among the clues, even as the police, and revolutionizes his life by the time the villain is captured. A Boston symphony reacts to ukuleles. If one is desirous of focusing the sleuthing instinct on something light and mellowingly baffling, with love, kisses, “semi-barbaric beauty” and other stage properties, here it is, for a couple of dollars. THE HOUSE WITHOUT A KEY. By Karl Derr Biggers. (The Bobbs-Merrill Company, Indianapolis. $2.) Movies in a Mine An iron mining company has constructed an up-to-date “movie theatre” for its men in its mine, near Eveleth, Minnesota, 250 feet below the surface of the earth. Its purpose is not entirely the entertainment of the workers, but also their instruction in the latest methods of protecting their lives and limbs. The theatre is part of the safety movement in the United States. BOOKS. RARE ENGLISH BOOKS MODERN FIRST EDITIONS CATALOGUES FREE L. M. WILSON 2 RUE DES ITALIENS RARE BOOKS In All Languages Catalogue Free. Books Bought LIBRAIRIE JOSKI 23 RUE MATIGNON (118 R. du Faubourg Saint-Honoré). FOOD PRODUCTS AMERICAN GROCERIES COFFEE-TEA-COCOA-CHOCOLATE FUDGE — SALTED ALMONDS AMERICAN GROCERY CO. 2 RUE LEOPOLD-ROBERT Aims and Scope The warm, sultry days have arrived, and the scene for a blistering hot summer seems to have been set — if signs amount to anything. But there are surer signs than this. While the birds are engaged in making their homes, and the grass and trees and bushes are preparing for the growing season, people can be seen languidly stretching their arms— and their mouths, too. In other words, we have spring fever. We contract this malady every year when the sun begins to shine with warmth and the earth awakens from its winter repose. In such conditions, we would just as soon sleep as do anything else, and if we can avoid making an unnecessary move, we are going to do it. It is difficult to get up in
Faubourg Saint-Honoré). FOOD PRODUCTS AMERICAN GROCERIES COFFEE-TEA-COCOA-CHOCOLATE FUDGE — SALTED ALMONDS AMERICAN GROCERY CO. 2 RUE LEOPOLD-ROBERT Aims and Scope The warm, sultry days have arrived, and the scene for a blistering hot summer seems to have been set — if signs amount to anything. But there are surer signs than this. While the birds are engaged in making their homes, and the grass and trees and bushes are preparing for the growing season, people can be seen languidly stretching their arms— and their mouths, too. In other words, we have spring fever. We contract this malady every year when the sun begins to shine with warmth and the earth awakens from its winter repose. In such conditions, we would just as soon sleep as do anything else, and if we can avoid making an unnecessary move, we are going to do it. It is difficult to get up in the morning and just as difficult to stay awake after we are out of bed. We develop a dislike for work and become insulted if anyone suggests that we roll up our sleeves and pitch in. If we have to sit at our desks, we sit and dream. If we have to walk about, we walk and dream. We dream even when we eat, always building castles in the air and telling ourselves about the wonderful things we are going to do some day. In the meantime, our work goes along in slipshod fashion. Somehow we cannot find time enough to get things done. Sometimes we cannot find enough time even to play—it is much nicer to sit comfortably somewhere and dream and talk dreams to our friends. All these things are the signs of the times and are reflected everywhere; in offices, in shops, in the avenues and out along the highways and byways, signs that we are attempting to become acclimatized, shaking off one condition to take on another. But I’m glad old winter’s shut up shop And packed his duds and gone; I hope he never once will stop To turn— his glance I scorn; It makes