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the output of all the gold mines of the country for the year and is 62 percent greater than the output of all our metal mines. As the tourist business is good business, since it is all done on a cash basis, and the profits are immediate and beyond question, it would be the part of wisdom for Canada to do what she can to expand it. This can be done in two ways, by inducing more tourists to come and by inducing those who come to remain longer with us." —Vancouver Province. "Criminals must be convinced that crime does not pay. They must be convinced—rather—that the criminal pays. Once society succeeds in suppressing this sporadic and secretive 'rebellion' against its rule, and makes it fairly certain that detection and hard punishment will follow calculated crime, the clever criminal will go into some other business." —Montreal Star. French Comment. French editors today discuss family topics, such as Mr. Coolidge’s Memorandum and the relative policies of French Radicals and Socialists. The discussion follows family lines. More interesting perhaps is the change of editors of the Conservative Figaro. The name of M. Lucien Romier disappears as political editor and no name replaces it. M. Romier's articles on economic subjects, frequently quoted in this column, have been a feature of the Figaro. Japanese Comment "Only three months have passed since the enforcement of military training for young men, yet it is said that its future is not promising. In the beginning, the attendance was fair, owing to the effect of propaganda, but the number was diminished nearly by half. In some localities, the training has but a few in attendance." —Osaka Mainichi. Urban Siberia A new city, Aldansk, has sprung up in the wilds of Siberia as a result of the recent development of the Aldan gold mines. Aldansk now boasts a branch of the Soviet State Bank, a library and five schools. Caravans of camels plod through the Siberian wastes to bring food to the 17,000 workers who inhabit the mushroom city, which has no railroad communication with the outside world. It
it. M. Romier's articles on economic subjects, frequently quoted in this column, have been a feature of the Figaro. Japanese Comment "Only three months have passed since the enforcement of military training for young men, yet it is said that its future is not promising. In the beginning, the attendance was fair, owing to the effect of propaganda, but the number was diminished nearly by half. In some localities, the training has but a few in attendance." —Osaka Mainichi. Urban Siberia A new city, Aldansk, has sprung up in the wilds of Siberia as a result of the recent development of the Aldan gold mines. Aldansk now boasts a branch of the Soviet State Bank, a library and five schools. Caravans of camels plod through the Siberian wastes to bring food to the 17,000 workers who inhabit the mushroom city, which has no railroad communication with the outside world. It is not altogether isolated, however, for the Aldan Gold Trust has installed a radio station. Soviet Comment: Editorial alarm in Moscow is shown over the campaign being waged in London, for a break in relations between England and Russia. Several newspapers, including Izvestia, have adopted a most conciliatory tone and for the first time in months expressions of good will are being addressed to the British Government. Efforts are being made by the press to obtain a reconciliation and light explanations have been given as assurance that Soviet Russia has never had the intention of intervening in the internal affairs of the British Empire. PARIS TIMES LETTER BOX Trouble With Customs. Paris, February 16, 1927. To the Editor of The Paris Times:— Europe talks a lot about the treatment ignorant foreigners receive at Ellis Island and how they are cheated when they arrive in New York. Listen to this: I entered France at Cherbourg a few days ago. Speaking French and having been here several times, I was able to take care of myself when a Customs inspector tried to assess me for a portable typewriter. I carried it. I had bought it in Paris three years before. It was
for the first time in months expressions of good will are being addressed to the British Government. Efforts are being made by the press to obtain a reconciliation and light explanations have been given as assurance that Soviet Russia has never had the intention of intervening in the internal affairs of the British Empire. PARIS TIMES LETTER BOX Trouble With Customs. Paris, February 16, 1927. To the Editor of The Paris Times:— Europe talks a lot about the treatment ignorant foreigners receive at Ellis Island and how they are cheated when they arrive in New York. Listen to this: I entered France at Cherbourg a few days ago. Speaking French and having been here several times, I was able to take care of myself when a Customs inspector tried to assess me for a portable typewriter. I carried it. I had bought it in Paris three years before. It was plainly stamped with the name of a Paris firm. I had to argue the point for five minutes before he let me enter without paying duty. On the train another passenger told me what had happened to him. He had a box of cigars. He understood just enough French to understand when the inspector asked if he had any tobacco. He pointed to the box. The inspector made a fuss about them, almost snatched from his hand all the francs he had—about 806, I believe—and gave him a receipt for about 200 francs. When the man objected in his being Fréchet, the inspector and porters made such a fuss that the fellow let them have the money. A. E. R. Great Teacher Honored Today One hundred years ago today, a queer-looking little man died in a farm in Switzerland. He was well-known in every part of the country, and he had been almost popular for a time. But two years before his death, he was driven from the institution to which he had devoted his life for twenty years. Attacks from jealous persons made his life better. Today educators are gathered in Zurich, where he was born, to take part
understand when the inspector asked if he had any tobacco. He pointed to the box. The inspector made a fuss about them, almost snatched from his hand all the francs he had—about 806, I believe—and gave him a receipt for about 200 francs. When the man objected in his being Fréchet, the inspector and porters made such a fuss that the fellow let them have the money. A. E. R. Great Teacher Honored Today One hundred years ago today, a queer-looking little man died in a farm in Switzerland. He was well-known in every part of the country, and he had been almost popular for a time. But two years before his death, he was driven from the institution to which he had devoted his life for twenty years. Attacks from jealous persons made his life better. Today educators are gathered in Zurich, where he was born, to take part in a celebration of the centenary of his death. He is recognized everywhere as one of the pioneers of modern psychological education. Schenley, for the extension of educational advantages for orphans and children of destitute parents, are being carried out in his memory. Johann Heinrich Pestalozzi was essentially an originator who lacked the executive ability to carry out his ideas amid practical complexities. Wherever business ability was needed, he proved himself a failure. But his successive failures constituted an experiment from which were evolved theories of teaching still in use. He took his central idea from Rousseau, the philosopher, of natural inherent qualities. Accepting Rousseau’s idea of inherent natural capabilities, he concluded that education should be the intelligent and ordered development of these qualities. These ideas required years to develop and to mature. After studying law and theology, Pestalozzi settled upon a farm. Here his own children were taught by him, and he modified his theory of teaching as he found factors which were more successful than others. The farm was a failure, but he founded an orphanage, gathering together waifs from the streets and attempting to give them the sort of home life which he believed essential to their
who lacked the executive ability to carry out his ideas amid practical complexities. Wherever business ability was needed, he proved himself a failure. But his successive failures constituted an experiment from which were evolved theories of teaching still in use. He took his central idea from Rousseau, the philosopher, of natural inherent qualities. Accepting Rousseau’s idea of inherent natural capabilities, he concluded that education should be the intelligent and ordered development of these qualities. These ideas required years to develop and to mature. After studying law and theology, Pestalozzi settled upon a farm. Here his own children were taught by him, and he modified his theory of teaching as he found factors which were more successful than others. The farm was a failure, but he founded an orphanage, gathering together waifs from the streets and attempting to give them the sort of home life which he believed essential to their development. After six years, poverty forced him to abandon the work. In the meantime, he had published books, and his theories were becoming known and accepted. In 1798, the Swiss Government asked him to found an orphanage for children whose parents had been killed in European wars. Here he was again frustrated, further fighting forcing him to abandon the work after five months. Five years later, he was given a château at Yverdon and adequate financial support. There, he taught for twenty years, developing a system of manual education. Children were made to do things with their hands; they were made to use their eyes in conscious observation; they were given tasks involving the training of their ears. Theory and practice were combined in every subject. From this idea, as old as Aristotle, but first developed into a system of pedagogy by Pestalozzi, have come modern kindergartens and technical schools. The house in which Pestalozzi was born on January 12, 1746, is still preserved in Zurich, which now has a small museum known as the “Pestalozzianum,” containing personal belongings retrieved many years after his death, and a library including his own books and the scores of volumes that have been
again frustrated, further fighting forcing him to abandon the work after five months. Five years later, he was given a château at Yverdon and adequate financial support. There, he taught for twenty years, developing a system of manual education. Children were made to do things with their hands; they were made to use their eyes in conscious observation; they were given tasks involving the training of their ears. Theory and practice were combined in every subject. From this idea, as old as Aristotle, but first developed into a system of pedagogy by Pestalozzi, have come modern kindergartens and technical schools. The house in which Pestalozzi was born on January 12, 1746, is still preserved in Zurich, which now has a small museum known as the “Pestalozzianum,” containing personal belongings retrieved many years after his death, and a library including his own books and the scores of volumes that have been written on his methods. Ex-Slaves at School in Abyssinian Capital A school for poor children and freed slaves is being established in Addis Ababa, the capital of Abyssinia, and the Anti-Slavery Society of London is raising funds to provide for upkeep. The scheme originated with a Dr. Martin, who is an Abyssinian educated by British missionaries. His object is to teach poor children and freed slaves to work, cultivate the soil, and so on, and thus eventually enable them to earn their own living. The scheme has the approval of the Regent, Ras Tafari, and both he and the Press have contributed to the fund for the establishment of the school. The Anti-Slavery Society of London was approached by the British Foreign Office last summer in this connection and expressed willingness to endeavor to raise an initial gift and an annual subscription. CURRENT HISTORY TOLD IN CARTOONS Arms for HAVE STRONG FLAVOR OF SEA IN THE WILDS OF NICARAGUA One reason for American intervention in Nicaragua, as explained by the State Department in Washington, was Bolshevik activity there liable to injure American interests. The suggestion that this was possible in a backward, undeveloped Central American Republic is scouted in this
an Abyssinian educated by British missionaries. His object is to teach poor children and freed slaves to work, cultivate the soil, and so on, and thus eventually enable them to earn their own living. The scheme has the approval of the Regent, Ras Tafari, and both he and the Press have contributed to the fund for the establishment of the school. The Anti-Slavery Society of London was approached by the British Foreign Office last summer in this connection and expressed willingness to endeavor to raise an initial gift and an annual subscription. CURRENT HISTORY TOLD IN CARTOONS Arms for HAVE STRONG FLAVOR OF SEA IN THE WILDS OF NICARAGUA One reason for American intervention in Nicaragua, as explained by the State Department in Washington, was Bolshevik activity there liable to injure American interests. The suggestion that this was possible in a backward, undeveloped Central American Republic is scouted in this fashion by the St. Louis “Post-Dispatch.” THE MAN OF THE DAY MAYOR HENRY WISSEL Fat, hearty Bank Wissel has been the mayor and political boss of Edgewater, New Jersey, for thirty-five years. For a third of a century, he remembered his friends when political plums were ripe, or when circuses came to town and there were passes. He remembered his friends last spring when he took 485 cases of Scotch, rye, and champagne as part of the $5,000 which he accepted to allow the rum-running steamer Eker to land at the Edgewater docks. $2,000 of liquor from the Bahamas. Are Bank Wissel's friends going to forget him now? Certainly they are not. Mayor Wissel has been sentenced to a year and a day in the Atlanta Penitentiary—not for violation of the Prohibition Law, but for conspiring against the Customs Acts—but a good two-thirds of Edgewater, from children in the street to the Secretary of the Chamber of Commerce, say that Bank Wissel is still Mayor of Edgewater and that he can run the town just as well from Atlanta as he can from his office in the City Building. Edgewater would not be Edgewater without Mayor Wissel—although it will have
came to town and there were passes. He remembered his friends last spring when he took 485 cases of Scotch, rye, and champagne as part of the $5,000 which he accepted to allow the rum-running steamer Eker to land at the Edgewater docks. $2,000 of liquor from the Bahamas. Are Bank Wissel's friends going to forget him now? Certainly they are not. Mayor Wissel has been sentenced to a year and a day in the Atlanta Penitentiary—not for violation of the Prohibition Law, but for conspiring against the Customs Acts—but a good two-thirds of Edgewater, from children in the street to the Secretary of the Chamber of Commerce, say that Bank Wissel is still Mayor of Edgewater and that he can run the town just as well from Atlanta as he can from his office in the City Building. Edgewater would not be Edgewater without Mayor Wissel—although it will have to do without his corporate presence, for a year and a day. In unofficial life, he is Chief Engineer of the Edgewater power station of the Public Service Corporation. As such, he controls a yearly expenditure of $50,000—just about the sum he received for allowing the liquor to be landed. Nobody ever charged him with dishonesty in his power company work. And Edgewater does not consider handling contraband liquor to be much of a crime. Mayor Wissel simply showed poor judgment in allowing himself to be caught. He had tried to guard against that, “Listen—you fellows are taking too much time unloading that liquor; it’s getting too much publicity,” he had warned the captain of the rum-runner. “We’d have been unloaded a week ago if you hadn’t hindered us by sending trucks around every few days for your share,” the captain retorted. He was more or less right. The Mayor sent the power-house truck to the docks to take two hundred cases of Scotch, twenty-five cases of rye, twenty-five of champagne, and five of alcohol. Later, he called for twenty-five more cases of Scotch. Then he tried to get 150 more. He complained that “everybody in town knew about the
Nobody ever charged him with dishonesty in his power company work. And Edgewater does not consider handling contraband liquor to be much of a crime. Mayor Wissel simply showed poor judgment in allowing himself to be caught. He had tried to guard against that, “Listen—you fellows are taking too much time unloading that liquor; it’s getting too much publicity,” he had warned the captain of the rum-runner. “We’d have been unloaded a week ago if you hadn’t hindered us by sending trucks around every few days for your share,” the captain retorted. He was more or less right. The Mayor sent the power-house truck to the docks to take two hundred cases of Scotch, twenty-five cases of rye, twenty-five of champagne, and five of alcohol. Later, he called for twenty-five more cases of Scotch. Then he tried to get 150 more. He complained that “everybody in town knew about the liquor being unloaded.” They could scarcely help it. Fifty negroes worked at night—$1.50 a night—unloading cases over the side of the Eker, and through a hole cut in her side. The Chief of Police, dockside policemen, who men, and waterfront detectives had been gracious hosts. Mayor Wissel himself was liberal with the bottles of Scotch which he sent to his Democratic friends. When the owners of the Eker were caught and involved him, Mayor Wissel contributed $5,000 of his own money, and projected $50,000 from the rum syndicate fund, to retain a lawyer for the defense. But he had to stand trial. All through the proceedings, he sat stolidly in the front line of defendants, chewing package after package of gum. His heavy jaw never ceased to move except once when he stared menacingly at a witness who sought to identify him. When the jury, after deliberating almost eight hours, came back and announced its verdict of “Guilty!” Mayor Wissel bowed his head in his hands and seemed to be in tears. All around him his fellow townspeople were crying. A committee of leading citizens was forming to petition the Judge to pass as light a sentence as possible. If
with the bottles of Scotch which he sent to his Democratic friends. When the owners of the Eker were caught and involved him, Mayor Wissel contributed $5,000 of his own money, and projected $50,000 from the rum syndicate fund, to retain a lawyer for the defense. But he had to stand trial. All through the proceedings, he sat stolidly in the front line of defendants, chewing package after package of gum. His heavy jaw never ceased to move except once when he stared menacingly at a witness who sought to identify him. When the jury, after deliberating almost eight hours, came back and announced its verdict of “Guilty!” Mayor Wissel bowed his head in his hands and seemed to be in tears. All around him his fellow townspeople were crying. A committee of leading citizens was forming to petition the Judge to pass as light a sentence as possible. If the reformers do throw Mayor Wissel out of office while he is in a Federal prison, he will gain votes. The Book of the Day THE RETURN OF TISH TISH PLAYS THE GAME, by Mary Roberts Rinehart. (The George H. Doran Co., New York, $2.) Tish, the incomparable, has come out of retirement to have again such adventures as a maiden lady never had before. Her sophisticated and sardonic nephew, Charlie Sands, was sure that something was going to happen when he remarked to her best companions, Aggie and Lizzie: “I’ll bet you a dollar and a quarter she’s up to something right now. She’s too quiet. Besides, she asked me the other day if doubtful methods were justifiable to attain righteous ends.” The particular thing that Tish was “up to” at that time forms the first of the five short stories that compose the book and furnishes the title. The “game” that Tish played was golf; she was learning it in order to remove the snags from the course of true love in the affair of two young friends. Her effort was triumphantly successful; of course, it was accompanied by the mischances and the misunderstandings that always hamper the
out of retirement to have again such adventures as a maiden lady never had before. Her sophisticated and sardonic nephew, Charlie Sands, was sure that something was going to happen when he remarked to her best companions, Aggie and Lizzie: “I’ll bet you a dollar and a quarter she’s up to something right now. She’s too quiet. Besides, she asked me the other day if doubtful methods were justifiable to attain righteous ends.” The particular thing that Tish was “up to” at that time forms the first of the five short stories that compose the book and furnishes the title. The “game” that Tish played was golf; she was learning it in order to remove the snags from the course of true love in the affair of two young friends. Her effort was triumphantly successful; of course, it was accompanied by the mischances and the misunderstandings that always hamper the valiant endeavors of Tish. In the second tale, “The Baby Blimp,” which is perhaps the most hilarious of them all, Tish ventures into the picture business. The next one has to do with a hysterical case of hijacking, Tish’s share in it and the results for a pair of young lovers. When Charlie Sands passed the weekend with his aunt and her friends and suggested that they should organize a treasure hunt as a scheme for making money for a charitable purpose the result was what the narrator calls a “terrible night.” Finally, Tish was arrested. The last story, “The Grey Goose,” harks back to a time when Letitia Carberry was developing psychic power and experimenting with spirit mediums, automatic writing and such things, and it links this with her gallant endeavor to prove to a long-suffering husband that her wife’s legs were not paralyzed. Throughout all the tales, Tish’s shrewd philosophy, her humor, her willingness to embark upon any scheme of which she happens to think and her keen pleasure in adventure for its own sake, are as evident as they have always been in Mrs. Rinehart’s accounts of her exploits. Tish holds a recognized place in fiction; she