A New Sky Pilot on an (Continued from page 497) quiet its excitement, and show it what to do in the emergency. W HAT effect does Bell's work have upon the parents of these children? It is eleven o'clock on a Monday morning. He has dropped in upon a new school to see how his assistant is making out. Forty or fifty children are in the room-the auditorium of a lonely frame church. Suddenly the front door bursts open, and a burly miner stalks He is in sullen anger. into the room. He speaks in Finnish, and points to a little boy. Evidently he wants the lad to come out of the school-no religion for his family, not after their experience with churches and clergy in the old country. Quietly the assistant, herself of Finnish birth, steps off the platform and approaches the miner. She speaks to him in his own tongue. He draws back in amazement. "What, you a Finn?" he cries. "Yes," she answers, and goes on in Finnish to explain the nature of this school. The expression on the miner's face changes from amazement to incredulity, then to a dawning understanding. In a few moments he turns upon his heel. "Wait!" he calls back over his shoulder, and stalks out. Half an hour passes. Again the door opens, less violently now. The big miner has come back-but not alone. He gets the assurance that he will be called upon at any time of day or night that his people are in distress. But he gets something more than money or comfort could buy. About two years ago his baby died of scarlet fever. Because the death had been by contagious disease, the law required that the burial should TIM be private. The grief-stricken family wended its way alone to the tiny grave and lowered the little coffin into it. Then, as they looked up through their tears, they saw that they were not alone. All about them, at a safe distance, was the circle of their people--scores of them-weeping in silent sympathy. By the Way IMES have changed. The following extract is from a newspaper printed in 1851: "A couple of daughters of a respectable citizen of Easthampton were examined for admission into the Congregational church, but, having afterwards worn the Bloomer costume, were set aside." The Bloomer costume of that period was long, baggy trousers reaching to the instep. "Mother, wouldn't it be nice if we had the tree of evil in our garden?" "What ever makes you think so?" "Money's the root of all evil, isn't it? And if we had the tree we could have all we wanted to use." A very small boy was trying to lead a big St. Bernard up the road. "Where are you going to take that dog, my little man?" inquired a passerby. "I-I'm going to see where-where he wants to go first," was the breathless reply. A Negro woman in Emporia, Kansas, summoned her lawyer the other day, according to the Emporia "Gazette," to start "hokus pokus" proceedings to get her out of jail, where she had been lodged for writing "unanmous" letters. WELL-KNOWN pessimist of a WestA ern town had wrestled with dyspepsia for years. He stood in front of the post office as the noon whistles sounded. "Twelve o'clock, eh?" he said, half to himself and half to an acquaintance. "Well, I'm going home for dinner. If dinner ain't ready, I'm going to raise thunder; and if it is ready I ain't going to eat a bite!" There are more ways than one to serve a summons. When Thurston, the magician, invited a committee from the audience one day, a process server who had been trying in vain for days to serve Thurston with a legal process walked up to the stage and found his opportunity. O SCAR LUCK has gone broke in England because he had no luck in gambling. Mr. Cuff, of London, has is dragging with him his twelve-year-old SIR JAMES PERCY gives the following acquired Miss Link as a life partner daughter to enroll in the school. Bell smiles a quiet, confident smile. A ND so he goes about his work, through the sun and rain of the short summers and the ice and snow of the long, cold winters. Scrupulous in his appointments, his people know that he will come to them at the hour set for his service. They depend upon him. No blizzard or storm of any kind has yet prevented him. There is no room. in his philosophy for denominational competition with any other sect, either Protestant or Catholic. His creed is as broad as love, his program as wide as human need. Before his outpouring of unselfish service the barriers of class hatred and racial misunderstanding, of loneliness and ignorance, are breaking down. His passion for brotherhood furnishes the fire that makes the meltingpot melt. What does he get out of it? He gets a missionary's microscopic salary. He 512 examples of "bulls" made by famous politicians: Mr. Gladstone (in the House): "It is no use for the honorable member to shake his head in the teeth of his own words." Joseph Chamberlain: "The honorable member [Dr. Clark] did not want the truth. He asked for facts." Mr. Parnell: "Gentlemen, it seems unanimous that we cannot agree." Ramsay MacDonald: "... the empty grave where our ruined industries lie." Lord Carson: "Mr. Asquith is like a drunken man walking along a straight line the farther he goes, the sooner he falls!" A little girl went into a large office building and had her first ride in an elevator. "How did you like it?" asked her father. "Why, it was so funny," answered the child. "We went into a little house, and the upstairs came down." Thomas Neverstop, of Manchester, is in jail for speeding through two traffic signals. Alfred Waterer, of that same country, has been accused of selling thin milk. It seems that there is something in a name. A letter is sent us which, it is said was received by a corn-syrup manufac turer: "Dear Sirs-Tho I have taken si cans of your corn syrup my corns are no better now than when I started." "Jimmy, I wish you would learn bet ter manners; you're a regular little p at the table," said Jimmy's dad. Silenc on Jimmy's part. Then to make it mor impressive, Jimmy's father asked, "D you know what a pig is?" "Yes, sir. Jimmy replied meekly; "it's a hog's litt boy." Answer to problem in issue of Decem ber 7: Four-letter word ending "eny:" Deny. PRINTED IN U. S. A. BY ART COLOR PRINTING COMPANY, DUNELLEN, N. J. Death The Week: Pages 515-521 Editorials: Pages 522-523 Questions that Nobody Wants to Articles : Vare of Philadelphia By WALTER LINCOLN WHITTLESEY No. 17 . 524 By the Way 513 514 519 ERNEST HAMLIN ABBOTT, Editor-in-Chief ASSOCIATE EDITORS DIXON MERRITT HAROLD T. PULSIFER WILLIAM L. ETTINGER, JR., Advertising Manager The Outlook is indexed in the Readers' Guide to Periodical Literature THE OUTLOOK, December 28, 1927. Volume 147, Number 17. Published weekly by The Outlook Company at 120 East 16th Street, New York, N. Y. Subscription price $5.00 a year. 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N the sense that this adds color and Index and title-page for Volume 147 (September 7-December 28, 1927) of The Outlook, printed separately for binding, will be furnished gratis, on application, to any reader who desires them for this purpose This picture by Peter Bruegel the elder, the Flemish painter (circa 1550), hangs in the National Gallery in London. Part of its interest lies in the fact that Bruegel is a strong influence with many modern painters Volume 147 The Outlook December 28, 1927 Number 17 Colonel Lindbergh Captures Mexico T NO say that Lindbergh's flight and visit to Mexico have been notable and successful is a weak and colorless understatement: Mexico officially has been pleased; the Mexican people have had a joyous time; we at home have read every word about Lindbergh we could find; the world at large has been stirred even as it was by his New York-to-Paris flight. As Kipling's Kim was "the little brother of the world," so our Lindbergh is accepted as the tall, somewhat shy, immensely competent, and typically American world's brother. Americans certainly like a man who does his job without brag and without apology. In this non-stop flight of 2,300 miles in 27 hours, the culmination of the 35,000 miles flown by Lindbergh in his Spirit of St. Louis, he had no easy time. His take-off at Washington was terribly difficult, but he didn't grouse about it to anybody; the public didn't realize the fact until Major Burwell, commanding officer at Bolling Field, remarked: "That's more than just skill. lad uses his head all of the time. That was the greatest take-off I ever saw." That The weather conditions were bad, and he mildly admitted without fuss that "flying blind" was "far from pleasant," and that parts of Mexico made “a bad country to play around in;" when his journey exceeded his time schedule a little, he laughed at himself for losing his way-"Something went wrong, and I guess it was me." But an expert said: "Lindbergh, lost in one of the most difficult topographical regions in the world from an airman's standpoint, came out of it calmly. He found himself, and says it is nothing. It is one of the most wonderful things any airman has ever done." THE WEEK No wonder President Coolidge, when asked what message to Mexico Lind Officers of the Senate bergh carried, said, “Lindbergh is his THE Republicans have organized the own message." "A Good Time Was Had by All" A LWAYS Colonel Lindbergh possessed what one writer truly calls the "unawareness of self," which is the true kind of modesty. So it was natural for him to shrink from being called an ambassador of peace, but when it became evident that the peoples and the countries did so regard him he expressed simple pleasure that anything he could do should help make Mexico and America friendly. What Lindbergh most likes is to fly; what he is most interested in is the advance of aviation. His tour about the country did much in this direction; his flight to Mexico and proposed flight to Central America will do more yet. The possibilities of commercial and mail aviation to the south are unbounded. When Lindbergh asked his mother to join him in Mexico City he said: "If she wishes to fly down, I would be glad to have her do it. I feel that it is just as safe as traveling on the train, and much more comfortable." That shows to what a sound and safe stage flying has come. Lindbergh's mission to Mexico will enormously increase the interest in this extension of practical aviation as a new vehicle for speedy transportation. Senate of the Seventieth Congress with Senator Moses, of New Hampshire, as President pro tempore, Edwin P. Thayer as Secretary, and David S. Barry as Sergeant-at-Arms. The Democrats went through the formality of presenting Senator Pittman, of Nevada, for President pro tempore and, with strength seven or eight short of what it might have been, voted for him. There had been some expectation that the Democrats would make a real fight on Mr. Barry because of his refusal, after adjournment of the last Congress, to serve subpoenas ir the Vare case. But Senator Reed, of Missouri, Chairman of the special Committee which had the Vare case in charge, said he believed that Mr. Barry sincerely doubted the authority of the Committee to proceed with the investigation, and that he, as Chairman of the Committee, had no complaint to make of Mr. Barry's action. Senator Moses, as Chairman pro tempore, continues to wear an honor which imposes less actual work than it did in the now somewhat remote past. VicePresident Dawes sticks closely to the job of presiding over the Senate, as VicePresident Coolidge did before him, and Vice-President Marshall before VicePresident Coolidge. A period of almost fifteen years has elapsed since a President pro tempore of the Senate had a chance to shine. Without emolument and without work to be done, the office of President pro tempore of the Senate is none the less an honor that men covet. It has been a time of festival in Mexico; instead of torn-up paper the people have strewn our special ambassador's way with flowers; he has seen their show places, their schools, their dances, their bull-fight too, for, as he quietly remarked, "I think the Mexican people are perfectly capable of selecting their THE decline of State rights doctrine own national sport." Lindbergh has had a good time; Mexico has had a good time; we have had a good time; somehow good times seem to spring up wherever our young aviator goes. State Rights Weaken Down South in the South is to be measured anew in the almost unanimous support of the Southern Senators for the motion denying the oath of office to Frank L. Smith, of Illinois, and William S. Vare, of Pennsylvania. Yet if ever there was a case for pure State rights doctrine to air its consistency and do its bit for keeping alive the principle of local sovereignty, the VareSmith affair offers it. The people of Pennsylvania and Illinois, knowing practically as much about the primary campaign scandals of these gentlemen as the people of the United States Senate know today, chose to elect them to the Senate by overwhelming majorities. They are Constitutionally eligible as to age and citizenship. Whatever their offenses to taste and political morals, they have committed no felonies for which State or Federal indictments could be returned. To refuse them admission, then, is simply to say that the Senate, and not the people of the States, is sovereign in the question of who shall serve as representatives in the upper house of Congress. The consistent State rights view would, of course, be that, while Illinois and Pennsylvania doubtless ought to have better primary laws, that was their own business, and that they had a right to be represented in the Senate by any individuals they chose to elect who were not disqualified by the explicit prohibitions of the Constitution. But all this to the grandsons of "Confederate brigadiers" now in Congress means no more apparently than a speech from the throne to the Bulgarian Sobranje. State rights do not seem to count against a chance to fasten the guilt of primary scandals on the Republicans and to register moral indignation against corruption. What are State rights among friends? The Tiger Is a Crafty Beast D ISTURBING news came out of Tammany Hall in Fourteenth Street. It hinted at a move to the high-hat precincts of upper Park Avenue. The most favorable interpretation was that "the boys" had been persuaded to give Judge Olvany, their chieftain, a safer, more appropriate setting for the silk hat which he wears as nonchalantly as any man. Just a bit of strategy, that report. The new Wigwam is to be set up two blocks west and three blocks north-in Union Square, at the northeast corner of Seventeenth Street. The earlier statement, it was explained, was merely designed to baffle speculators until the deal for the chosen site had been consummated. Architect's plans specify early colonial treatment of the Tiger's lair. Broad windows will look out on the benches where the derelicts huddle, and on the pool which in summer is the old swimming-hole of the children of the East Side. Gazing down upon such scenes, the Sachems will not be likely to forget the source of Democratic majorities. Underwood & Underwood Henry L. Stimson, the new GovernorGeneral of the Philippine Islands (See page 523) The decision to stay in sight and hearing of the "L" and the nickelodeons of Fourteenth Street shows that the Tiger did not lose his cunning when Dick Croker and Charlie Murphy died. Good Talk AT T the close of the year the economists and financiers survey the production of the past twelve months and tell us what forms of manufacture are advancing, what are falling behind, what captains of industry have been successful leaders, and what may be our hopes or fears for the future. It is in this spirit that we welcome a little book on "Conversation," just published by the Macmillan Company, from the pen of Henry W. Taft, Esq., of the New York bar. Mr. Taft, who is a brother of ex-President and Chief Justice Taft, begins by calling attention to the prevailing impression that the art of conversation, of good talk, has steadily declined in this country. This is an appropriate season to take stock of the situation, to ask ourselves whether this is an art that should be preserved, and, if so, what we are going to do about it. Possibly as an art-not, of course, as a vocal method of communicating statistics about golf, stocks, oil wells, public utilities, the price of corn or beef on the hoof, and the difficulties of getting a dependable bootlegger, in which capacity conversation will doubtless always be highly useful, but as an art-conversation may have passed into the limbo of the wax candle, the periwig, the ruffled shirt, and the four-horse stage-coach. This is the age of the radio, the movie, the airplane, and mass production. A conversation in the Ford factory is as impossible as it was delightful in the atelier Delaroche. The passenger in an airplane is forever estopped from the quips and comments exchanged between the man in the box seat and Tony Weller. Mr. Taft, however, is hopeful, and points out some methods by which the art of conversation may yet be saved. Whether we can ever produce again in this country such leaders in the art as Cardinal Gibbons or Joseph H. Choate or William M. Evarts or Charles C. Beaman or Dr. Weir Mitchell or General William T. Sherman, whom Mr. Taft rates "among the best conversationalists I ever met," is a grave ques tion. General Sherman certainly knew both the wit and force of brevity. It is not yet forgotten that he put an end to talk about his possibilities as a Presidential candidate by saying: "If nominated, I will not accept; if elected, I will not serve." Those who enjoy a four-handed game of talk as well as a four-handed game of bridge will read Mr. Taft's essay with pleasure. "For," said wise old Montaigne, "the most fruitful and natural exercise of the mind, in my opinion, is conversation; I find the use of it more sweet than any other action of life." Irresponsible Journalism Hearst, believes that Senators Borah, Norris, Heflin, and La Follette received any money from the Mexican Treasury, despite the publication by Hearst papers of what purported to be official documents showing that $1,215.000 left the Mexican Treasury for payment to four United States Senators and Mr. Hearst's testimony that the four Senators here named are the four whose names appeared on those documents. There are some who believe that some sum of money was extracted from the Mexican Treasury under this pretext There are others who believe that all of |