Our Apologies to Concord

N your issue of December 7, on page 430,

titled "Colonel Lindbergh Sells Aviation," you printed a picture by Wide World showing the Spirit of St. Louis in front of our hangar at the Concord airport with the title line "At the Concord, N. H., airport, where fog caused Lindbergh's only late arrival."

Inasmuch as fog is probably the airman's most disliked enemy, it is mighty poor advertising for our airport to have your magazine broadcasting that fog at Concord caused Lindbergh's only late arrival, particularly when that statement is as far from the truth as anything could be. Colonel The fact is that Lindbergh sought refuge from the fog which blanketed the whole New England coast on Saturday afternoon, July 23, by coming to our airport, which is well out of the fog belt, and, instead of landing at Portland, Maine, where he was scheduled to go, he spent the night in Concord, going to Portland on Sunday, which was "his only late arrival," returning to Concord on Monday, the 25th, for his regularly scheduled visit.

After seeing large black headlines in Boston and other New England papers shouting "Lindbergh Lost!!" and then later "Lindbergh Safe at Concord, N. H.," it was rather a shock to us to see by your magazine that fog at our airport caused him to be late here, the only place in his long trip.

As this error in your magazine is likely to discourage pilots from coming to our field through fear of fog, I feel sure that you will give this correction as much prominence as the erroneous statement received. HORTON L. CHANDLER.

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Concord, New Hampshire.

What the Women Want

HAVE been reading the queries which you address to women in The Outlook of November 16, and feel moved to try to answer a few of them. Personally, I never supposed that the achievement of woman suffrage would bring about the millennium; or indeed make any very great change in the conduct of political affairs, certainly not for some years. I believed in it because I felt that women deserved, as much as men, a say in the making of the laws under which they have to live and in the choice of public officials. Women appeared to me, on the whole, about as good as men, and probably no better. Human beings are very much alike, whichever sex they may belong to. I thought, therefore, that women citizens would probably take about as much interest in politics as men citizens do-perhaps a little less for the present, because customs and traditions are still rather against their activity in this line. All this seems to me to have turned out about as I expected.

There are still some vigorous and intelligent organizations of women of a political nature, such as the League of Women Voters; but most thinking women believe that in active politics we should not group together as women, separate from men, but should rather ally ourselves with the regular parties and other organizations made up of citizens of both sexes. This is very important.

In the party organizations a few women

have already become rather prominent and useful. Most women elected to office in this country, however, with a few notable exceptions, have not done very well. They have generally been selected for extraordinary reasons, chiefly because they have been the wives of certain men. This is a poor qualification for office holding. I should imagine, then, that women are now interested in much the same things as men voters, that they want much the same things, and that, like men, they are somewhat discouraged with our present political machinery. I hope, however, that they, or at least some few of them, will stick to political activity. There is a small leisure class of educated women who ought to be very useful in doing unremunerative and greatly needed work in this field.

New York City.

VIRGINIA C. GILDERSLEEVE Dean of Barnard College.

Bill Adams and Mr. Abbott Agree

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than do I. But, though in a way his stop ping me had very much to do with the cat in another way it had nothing at all to do with it. Or so I might have thought at the moment. I had failed to notice, and so had not stopped for, a boulevard stop sign.

I told the traffic officer all about it, and the traffic officer said: "Tell it to the judge I dunno whether he likes cats or not." I paid the judge five dollars.

That tabby beast has not come back from the other side of the river. I have a feeling that he could do so did he want to But I think that he is sitting, slit-eyed, grinning, in that green field.

None but a guileless, unsuspecting, easily hoodwinked human would ever take up with a cat. They're not honest. The dev il's in all of them.

That five dollars would have paid a dog license for two years. The cat knew it And with the sort of dog that I had been thinking of there would have been no cat to bother me. I'm going to the barn to sharpen my ax; then to town for a can of sardines. BILL ADAMS.

Modesto, California.

An Answer to the Ex-Feminist

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DON'T like cats either. And today I like them less than ever I did. I've been pestered with them of late. There has been a big yellow cat, a fat beast with yellow-green eyes, and there has been a shiny silver brute with a long tail that drags on the ground, and there has been a huge tabby tiger. They have all belonged to people not far from me. But in California a cat that doesn't belong can get along very well, what with catching gophers and mocking-birds, meadow larks, and quail. It is partly because they kill the birds that I abhor cats as I do. Mocking-birds sing here all night long through spring and early summer. Meadow larks are singing now, on Thanksgiving afternoon.

A week or so ago the people who owned the tabby beast moved away, and either by chance or design left their cat behind. It took to prowling about my garden. Little green birds are feeding all day on the cosmos seed in my garden. One day I found a little green bird's feathers. So I went to town and bought a can of sardines, and with the sardines I caught the cat. I had meant to have killed it. But I'm not one who kills without compunction. I like to be merciful. Life is doubtless precious even to a cat, eh? So I put the brute in a sack and drove it out five miles into the country where there are many acres of alfalfa and vast numbers of gophers. Any tolerably agile cat can make an easy living where gophers are plentiful, and gophers, though they too may love life, do a great deal of damage to the farmer's crops. I turned the tiger out of the sack. He twitched his long tail and looked about him with eyes like the eyes of a devil: wise eyes, thoughtful, not at all puzzled. I came home. Next morning the tiger was in my cosmos again.

I went to town and bought another can of sardines. And this time I drove tiger across the river bridge two miles from home and took him well along the other bank of the wide stream. Had I been less given to mercy I should have been saved much trouble. But merciful I be, and once again I gave the beast its freedom on a wide alfalfa field.

A mile or so after I had released the cat I was stopped by a traffic officer. I supposed that he had seen me freeing the cat and was curious to know what I was up to. Perhaps the alfalfa field belonged to him, I thought, and he either had cats enough already or liked them no better

missed an experience of priceless value.

As I look back on my college day! through the vista of many years, tw things stand out with vividness and clear ness still undimmed.

These things are the beauty of the en vironment of my loved university and the atmosphere of inspiration and culture for which we were indebted in a large measure to the Faculty.

The President was a gentleman of the old school whose presence was a benediction. His ideals made all unfairness shriri to cover and all worth-while aspiration seek the light. He was as scholarly as a was cultured and political economy unde him became an open book even to a wom

By our Professor of History dry fact were vitalized and his students were give such a wide outlook upon life that pr vincialism became no longer possible.

Latin means to me the man who taugs it. He was a man of unflinching integrit and steadfast purpose, a man "who neve sold the truth to serve the hour." character permeated his teaching.

I received in college a love of the b in literature that has brought more plets ure into my intellectual life than any othe influence. Until then I had never reali the wealth of wisdom and noble thong within my reach, nor had I ever learn the satisfaction that comes from one's o effort to interpret and express. The we of my literature professor in criticism some of my work, "Nothing but your 1 will do," was an education in itself, and its lasting influence worth the outlay e college career.

I had no experience with women ter ers in college. There were a few in high school who left their mark upon who came in contact with them.

All honor to the many colleges wt. one may find "wisdom and beauty. minds with a vision of truth" All hom to those who give lifelong Anspiration plastic minds and live on in lives nobler by their memory.

Did They Know What They Wanted?

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ures. They are trying to educate voters to an appreciation of the value of the vote and to a knowledge of the way to use it.

The third path is that of the Woman's

of the suffrage movement, and there is still about their meetings the fervor of martyrdom and the incense of a holy cause. They regard as their special charge the program of equal rights, and now that suffrage has been won and checked off the list, they are busy about all the other objectives—equal rights in church, home, law, the moral standard, foreign relations, the economic world, divorce, public office, property, the control of earnings and of children, education, and anywhere else where there is discrimination against women.

These are the major organized activities of women. These are the things about which they are avowedly busy, apart from husbands and children and jobs. But they do not give the complete picture. There is, for instance, the girl who burst out the other day: "Oh, do have done with this eternal talk about women! If only people would turn off the spotlight, and give us a chance to find out who we really are! I'm much more interested in being an individual than in being a woman."

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EORGE SIMMEL, a wise German philosopher, says that the next job before women is the slow upbuilding of a feminine culture. He says that there are almost no feminine standards of accomplishment, that the women who are acknowledged to have done great things have done them according to the standards men have set up, that the Queen Elizabeths, the Rosa Bonheurs, the Madame Curies, have all been judged great by masculine scales.

It may be that in the endeavor to find out who they are, what they can do, and how they like it women must interpret "equal rights" in terms of imitation, must try to find out how masculine freedom feels before they can set up a clear-eyed, satisfactory code of feminine freedom. It may even be that their inquiries will result in a new definition of freedom which will be the common pride of both men and women.

Such wonderings seem far away from the vote and the ballot-box. People who expected that they would instantly reform the abuses of government with

Verkhoyansk, Siberia. On January 15, 1865, the thermometer there registered 90.4 below zero. This is the record for all time. In the United States, Miles City, Montana, holds the record-65 degrees below zero.

"We need more mutual understanding."

"Yep," replied Farmer Corntossel in the Washington "Star." "We're workin' along that way. The bankers think they know all about farming and the farmers think they know all about banking."

From "Punch:"

Neighbor: "Yes, but I 'ad the last word wiv him. I sez to 'im, I sez, 'You're as ugly as if you'd been measured for it.'"

It is getting so a man can't even make his own funeral arrangements. A plan whereby one might pay for his own funeral in advance by installments was rejected by the California State Corporation Commission recently.

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EN million dollars yearly is spent in electrical billboard advertising in Times Square, New York City. Some of the building owners no longer rent the interiors of rooms because they can obtain greater revenue from the signboard space covering the windows. The reason for the high space values is said to be the curiosity of the 125,000 daily visitors from other parts of the country.

A sign before a Missouri farmhouse bears this legend:

"Drive slow! Chickens Five Dollars Each!"

Add to the wonders of the United States Mail Service: A letter addressed as follows:

wood John Mass.

was promptly and correctly delivered to John Underwood, of Andover, Massachusetts.

"Whut you-all runnin' foh?" "Ah is tryin' to stop a big fight." "Hoo's fightin'?"

"Me an' anotha niggah."

PRINTED IN IL. S. A.

A friend of ours insists that he is so busy that he even saves a few moments in the barber-shop by having two manicurists work on his hands instead of one.

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HY is it that "13" is so commonly regarded as an unlucky number? The superstition in this country is so strong that few of our hotels have a thirteenth floor and the Pullman Company reports that great difficulty is encountered in selling seat 13 in chair cars. But "13" is written all over our country. There were 13 colonies. The first flag had 13 stars and 13 stripes. On our quarter dollars there are 13 stars over the head of Liberty, 13 leaves it the olive branch held by the eagle, 13 thunderbolts in his talons, 13 bars c the shield, 13 feathers in each wing, and 13 letters spell "quarter dollar." Perry' great naval battle was fought Septemb 13, 1813, and our famous John Pa Jones has 13 letters in his name, ar was only 13 when he came to Ameri The first fleet ordered by the Americ: Government consisted of 13 vessels.

Perhaps you don't know that cats dogs, and raccoons are all color blind Professor F. M. Gregg, of Nebrask Wesleyan University, tried to teach the to come for meals by colored signals He discovered that these animals do D see the colorful landscape we see, bu live in an utterly gray world.

Little girl: "Oh, look, mum There's a snow man in front of the store."

The "snow man:" "Don't you belie it. I've just been waiting an hour “ my wife to come out."

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HE White House grounds have been appraised at twenty-two z ion dollars. If President Coolidge to pay taxes on his present hom would cost him $374,000 a year. nearly five times his salary.

"Well," said one farmer to an "my land is exactly a mile square" "Is that so?" queried the c "Mine is exactly a square mile." "Then, of course, there is no d ence," replied the first.

Now is that last statement corre incorrect?