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SO, 1933. 3 'Wyatt Earp', Ex-Herring Boat, Assumes Important Role ill Transport Ellsworth Party To 'Great White South' Carries Precious Cargo And Provides Crew With The Comforts Of Home Stout Ship Bears Name Of Brave Marshal Who Helped Calm Wild West His Character Has Long Been Inspiration to Expedition's Leader- Boat Soon to Embark on Arduous Voyage From Norway to Antarctica THE HARTFORD DAILY COURANT: SUNDAY, JULY 1 .1 Airplane, Scientific Equipment and Supplies of Food and Clothing Now Occupy Space Where Fish, Seal and Potatoes Were Formerly Stored in 1 I i -y i By LINCOLN ELLSWORTH. Oerally been her cargo but now her It is the longest flight ever plannedOwe do not expect to suffer discom- holds are fitted to carry a far more fort as some ships have by being carried far astern even with the PlffJ f-fk A7fciV- 1 fy -a vj jr I fi I i fi 1 P. I yt J. l.LiJ (Copyright.

1933, by and The New York Times.) The motor ship Wyatt Earp, formerly the Fanef jord, which will carry the Ellsworth Trans-Antarctic Flight Expedition, soon will start on the first leg of a mile voyage from Norway to the Ross Sea in Antarctica. For the last two months men, busy as lx.es in comb, have been industriously fitting the ship for her long poleward journey. Like bees the men have stowed away the necessities of life and the comforts of home. Besides these the ship will carry the airplane equipment which Bernt Balchen and I will use on a 3000-mile flight across the Antarctic Continent. Built For Heavy Sea.

The Fanefjord, ex-herring boat become cargo ship was built at Molde, Norway, to serve frugal owners in tempestuous and sometimes Ice-strewn seas. On short journeys she can be run with a crew of nine and she has plied among the fringe of the Arctic pack, spent months in the very north of the choppy, sloppy North Sea and ploughed her way, time and time again, through the stormy Bay of Biscay. She was built in 1919 of Norwegian pine and oalc and her beams and planking together total a thickness of 19 inches. She was purchased for my expedition after a wide survey of vessel and selected for her special qualities. Now that she has been reconditioned for expedition needs it is said that she is better equipped for our purpose than any vessel preceding her to the Antarctic.

New And Precious Cargo. Fish, and potatoes have gen- hatch covers. of "Wyatt Earp." tor the Antarctic but wiih our plane, capable of a speed of 200 miles an hour and favored with reasonably fine weather, we hope to make the journey in 20 hours or less. Thir teen hundred miles of the journey will te over ground never before seen by man. No cne knows the na ture of this area but we expect to i discover a variety of conditions in the air and beneath.

On these conditions our plan will be determined. Will Map By Camera. The total journey, posrible with our plane in 15 hours, may take us Id oas urimarilv we wisn to see and roughly survey the new area over which we shall pass. The survey will be made with a special camera operated by a 12 volt motor driven from the engine generator. It is capable of taking 6400 pictures on 400 feet of cinematograph film without reloading.

The mechanism is co arranged that one picture will be taken every six seconds and by using a short focus lens and flving not ieas than 3000 feet above the terrain we will photograph each area three times on three separate negatives. To Fly Only in Sunshine. For such mapping work over snow covered areas, sunshine is almost indispensable and it Is our intention to fly only in sunshine By avoid- ing flight under or over cloud and in stormy weather we can avoid risks ordinarily associated with forced landings A measure of safety is the fact that on the plane we can. carry two months' food supply ana camping equipment. If, when approaching bad weather we cannot see our way around it, we can because of the slow landings nos-1 sible, the camping supplies and the surplus gasoline we will have, afford to land in the fine area and wait a day or so for the weather ahead to clear.

But before the flight ccmes the long sea journey. Will Refuel Boat at Capetown. The plane will be loaded on the vessel at Bergen and there we will also take on board enough fuel for the ship's engines for the journey from Bergen to Capetown, a distance of about 6500 miles. At Capetown another 100 tons of fuel will be received, sufficient to carry the ship through the roaring forties to Dunedin, New Zealand. Supplies Carried Below.

Such journeys may be made by any ship, but beyond Dunedin south the special features of our vessel will serve us well. She is large enough so that all supplies except the gasoline for the airplane will be carried below the deck. There will be no danger of heavy seas carrying away our equipment or provisions. There are no deck houses except the sheltered cabins right astern to catch the wind and Fitting new rigging health and comfort, we have arranged a catwalk below decks from the forecastle through the hold and engine room to the bridge deck and messroom. In rough weather the 6ailors may at least start their watch in dry clothing.

Providing for Cleanliness. The bridge of the boat is well aft and above the engines and along each side the prop are the officers' cabins, the mess rcom and the wireless room, the bathroom and photographic darkroom. The small mess room is set up in one of the starboard cabins and will seat seven men at a sitting. The bathroom on this ship is not as the bathroom on many expeditions a place where odds and ends are piled until they reach the ceiling, but a modern lavatory with hot and cold water always at the tap, a shower bath and bath tub. Cleanliness may be next to godliness in temperate latitudes but so far as history records it has been next to nothing on many polar expeditions.

Besides Bernt Balchen and myself the officers on board are Captain Baard Holth, Styrman lst officer Hartveg Olsen and Chief Engineer Holmboe. Sir Hubert Wilkins, representing The North American i Hail to the Chief A Five-Guinea Gift Revives Their Family Feud The Married Life of Helen and Warren By MABEL HERBERT IRNER precious cargo. Ten great steel tanks are bedded on her keelson, six others are held to her decks with massive angle irons. These tanks will carry fresh water and fuel to serve her engines for a journey of 10,000 miles or more, without refueling. Four curved tanks conforming to the shapely hull house 20 tons of fresh water enough to last the 16 souls on board for several months.

Above the forward tanks and between the oak-sheathed bows is a spacious forecastle which in its time has bedded 20 bloody fishermen, but now, nine bunks, glistening white, will accommodate Braathen, engineer; Bigset, machinist; Johannessen, bosun; Strom, carpenter; Leavaag, lawmaker, Berg, doctor-sailor; Holmboe, sailor-meterologist; Dahl, the cook, and Larsen the cabin boy. Each bunk is equipped with indiv-idual electric light and heating-equipment needed not alone for comfort but also to fave the risk of fire which might be started if oil lamps were used. Catwalk Below Decks. Thickly built wooden vessels as a rule and this ship is no- exception stay well on top of the water in heavy seas and few waves come aboard them. But in the roaring forties and raging fifties through which we shall pass it is very likely that we will suffer many a ducking.

To a sailor there is nothing more Joyful than to stand watch on the ship he loves, but many a sailor's course has been broadened by the drenching he has received in flying spray, when going from his quarters forward to the bridge to take the wheel. Profanity aside, but to serve LARDNER by name. Thus you can't talk to Mr. Wynn by asking for Mayor O'Brien or Nellie ReveU. When all the employees have been on their jobs a little longer and things are clicking properly, Mr.

Wynn will be as secluded as a bell captain. This was the first time I had seen the Perfect Chief since he decided to let his hair grow long again. Just now it is at the annoying stage where you have to pin it in the back, but it will be ready to braid in another week or two. In front it is still a great deal like the writer's except that the scalp is naturally curlier. On the chance that you already know the Amalgamated System's scheme, I will report it as briefly as possible.

There will be enough daily programs of big-time acts to supply, at a reasonable rental, the small independent stations in towns like Kalamazoo, Americus, Oconomowoc. and Tucson which can't afford what the two big networks charge them at present and are obliged to depend largely on local talent and phonograph records. If these stations can obtain sponsors for the acts, so much the better for them, but the advertising must be limited both as to time and number of words and must come only at the beginning or the end of the program, or both, but never in the midst of it. Thus, at the beginning; "The following fifteen-minute program, by Ray Perkins and Victor Arden's orchestra, is given you with the compliments of Richter's Drug Store." Or at the finish: "The program to which you have just listened was given you with the compliments of Richter's Drug Store. Advertisements of merchandise sold at this store will be found in the Niles Daily Naturally, Mr.

Wynn will perform on some of these programs So will other stars whom you now hear only over the two big networks. I can't tell you who they are. I don't know. Possibly because I didn't ask. "If they want to do more advertising than that," said Mr.

Wynn. "it will have to be done in a kidding way. No radio advertising ought to be serious." Which was my first intimation that any had been. "You know," he continued. "I have always had a heroic strain in me.

My primary motive in this venture is to save the actor. My secondary motive is to save the little fellow the small, independnt station that can't exist unless some scheme such as mine is brought to its rescue." "What if you fail?" I asked, in a stupor to hear what reply I would get from one who had always had a heroic strain in him. He led me to the window and pointed down. "Twenty-five stories," he said. "I'm sorry," I replied, "but I don't believe I have time for more than one right now, especially if it's about Mahatma Ghandi." "Can't I tell one about Mahatma Ghandi if it isn't about his clothes?" "Why the plural?" I said.

"You can tell one about his clo." "Well." said Mr. Wynn. "once there was a little girl and her father bought her some gumdrops and she Jeft them in the house while she went. out to play. Tired of playing, she went into the house.

The gum-drops had disappeared. No one had been in the hcuse but her The little girl, overwhelmed with grief, ran into the, yard crying bitterly. 'Oh, said her father, 'why do you He called her Robinson. she said, 'Mahatma engines going full speed ahead by the furious Antarctic winds. Motor Ships An Experiment The Wyatt Earp, being a motor slup, is the first of its type and size to make a long Antarctic journey.

steam haa been considered essential for such waters but scores of motor ships ply the Arctic seas. Our Bounder engine, of the semi-Diesel type, is like others which have been running almost continuously for years and years. To use such an engine the Ross Sea area is a new experiment but, I think, a safe one. It Has the advantage of simplicity, economy and affords long range of action. It is unlikely that any parts will break or wear out, but to be on the safe side we carry with us almost a complete new engine in spare parts.

Preparations For Pack Ice A few days out from Dunedin we expect to meet the pack ice, not heavy ice such as is met in the Arctic seas but ice sufficiently strong to test the worthiness of any ship. No ship built, not excepting the great icebreakers, is immune from the danger of being crushed by the ice pack, but the stout timbers of the Wyatt Earp will withstand all normal pressure. Outside of the normal ship's timbers, we have laid from the bow to the widest section a stout oak sheathing which will add strength and resist the wearing action of the ice as it scrapes along the side of the vessel. Beyond the oak sheathing we have iron plated the hull, partly to prevent abrasion and partly to protect the ship from the insect borers which are a serious menace to wooden ships passing through the tropics. Origin of Ship's Name.

Some have a-sked, Why change the name from Fanefjord to the Wyatt Earp? It is because to me the name of Wyatt Earp, that stouthearted, upright, riot-quelling mar shal of the early middle west states in America represents all the best qualities in pioneering and development. Hii character was uch as to inspire admiration of all who knew him and through his efforts much of the development of the western frontier was made possible. It is not impossible that in the distant future the great Antarctic continent will be developed and this expedition will, I hope, pave the way, as did Wyatt Earp in the west, for more detailed development. As a youth I read the life of Wyatt Earp and through my life his character has been an inspiration. Since my youth it has been my ambition to crass the Antarctic mainland and to open the heart of the "Great White South." It is now my hope that the Wyatt Earp will carry us safely to the scene of operation.

ROGERS Roosevelt has got the nerve to defy those fellows if he thinks its for the good of all. Now with a Republican there is just something about his makeup, that the richer the man. the less he should be watched, the bigger the industry the wider open it should run. Its just against their principles to stop a guy from making a big killing, even if he is robbing a bank. They claim you are "Hamstringing big business." This Sales Tax is a-coming in all these states.

We got a load of it the other day, 3 per cent. That about takes the cake. Most states vote one per cent, one and a half, or at most two but we saw em ail that and raised em a couple. I guess Its the least objectionable of taxes, if there is such a thing. I think Mississippi was the starter of it.

It pulled them out in good shape. The poor old London Conference, they are dragging in one by one. "America failed to do what we wanted em too, so the whole thing failed." Every one of those guys come over here before the thing started, and all left with a lot of magnified hooey about what the Conference held in store for the World. Weil in any legitimate business in the World if you met and talked with all your customers, or all jour clients, or all your neighbors about some forthcoming thing, why when you met. you would know pretty well what to do.

In other words what was the first meeting for, and if it was seen that it looked bad, then why hold the other one. If a man has a horse to sell and he wants two hundred, and I know I will only give one hundred, and I know he wont come down, and I wont go up, there is no use in us conferring. If the whole Conference was just to Juggle with the price our money, why, why noid it? just say, "Boys you got to get somebody else's dollar to play with, mine Is busy." But we are a Nation of con-ferrers. Americans without a dell-gation going somewhere for no reason at all, well it wouldent be America. Not Truly Southern.

We applaud the high-minded Governor of Georgia in his steadfast refusal to permit the state to be sullied bv legal beer. That is no drink: to put into the interior of a True Southern Gentlemaa.New Yorker, Aimee, Wall St. and London Fitting the new widening of the hatch to make it possible to place below decks the Ncrthrop Gamma plane which I will use on the long flight from the Ross Sea to the Weddell Sea and return. The plane, stripped of its wings and empennage, will slide through the hatch and rest on a solid deck above leaving the shipyard. "Hello, Kitten! Jove, I've had a day! Rushed as the devil." "You can rest up on the boat," appraising the large flat package.

"Dear, what did you get?" "Something darned good!" his knife slashed the string. The outer paper off. Now the inner tissue. Disclosing Old green morocco gold-tooled Yes, that portfolio! "Fine old binding," he beamed. "And the real thing all right.

Not a phoney like that leather box you fell for in Paris." "Oh, I know where you got it that shop just below here!" Yep, stopped for a tobacco pouch tted this Darn 8hame t0 ti.t dissect an old book for a blotter case. But it's a peach!" "Yes, it's lovely," sinking on the couch. "Eh!" scowling at her feeble response. "Don't you like it?" "Dear, I looked at that every time I passed 1 wanted it for our desk!" "Well, if you wanted it, why the devil didn't ycu get it?" "Because I oh, I thought five guineas was too much for any blotter-case!" tracing the gold-tooled border. "Now you've bought it for Carrie "And Carrie gets it!" ripping off his oat.

"Too tight to cough up for yourself and you don't want her to have it." "But it just doesn't go with her early American things. And cn our Sheraton desk, that old binding would be perfect." "Huh, when it comes to antique stuff you're downright greedy! Got enough now to start a museum. Why try to hog it all?" "Dear, that's not fair!" a hot flush at his stock accusation. "I'm always giving Carrie things lovely things." "But not any old Junk you want yourself hurling down his collar. "Why, didn't I give her my finest string of brandy amber? And she never wears it.

And that snuff-box she gave for a bridge prize!" "What of it?" bristling to his sister's defense. "You never pass on presents, eh?" "Oh, you won't understand! And if you're spending five guineas. I'm sure she'd prefer something more-more showy!" "Now Carrie knows what's pocd as well as you! I got that binding for her and that settles it!" savagely, slamming into the bathroom. Quiveringly Helen rewrapped the embroiling portfolio. Why had she said anything? Her blurtitig-out impulses always regretted.

He thought she was being small selfish! His unreasoning prejudice where bis VA4 coucerftcd. the oil tanks. The wing tips will be stowed beneath the fuselage. When we reach the great ice barrier the machine may be easily brought on deck and placed athwart ships where it can, if necessary, be assembled ready for flight, before, with skis attached, it is put over the side to the ice. Helps In Loading.

For safety of loading and unloading the machine a brand new mast and rigging and a new boom with special fittings have been installed. The boom with a span of 35 feet will carry the plane far over the side of the ship and enable it to be placed with safety on the ice edge. Behind the plane and in the well of the ship there is ample room for the 20 tons of scientifically chosen food enough to last the crew for 18 months. It is wise, on polar expedi tions, to be well stocked with supplies, but it seems hardly necessary in our case because there is no intention, and hardly any possibility, that we shall spend more than three months in the Antarctic. 3000-Mile Flight.

The flight we intend to make acro.s the polar continent and back totals a distance of almost 3000 miles. wouldn't try to understand ne only feel she'd grudged Carrie some thing. Just the mention of her sure to provoke some discord! Their one serious cause of contention an accumulative grievance. The whole evening spoiled now. And only three more before they sailed.

At the window, looking down on the mist-blurred lights. How she loved these soft hazy nights the smell of sootr London! To some old chop-house. And afterwards, to wander through ancient back streets they both loved that! Perhaps end up in an historic tavern for a glass of ale. But now after this outburstit wouldn't be the same "Why the slow motion?" Warren swaggered in from the bathroom. "Now step on it.

Didn't you lay out my things?" In hurt silence, she produced his fresh shirt and collar. "Well, where do we eat toniqht?" his wrath quickly evaporated. "Only a couple more dinners here. Want to make the most of 'em. How about Rule's?" "If you wish." "Haven't been to Scott's thus trip," mirrored grimaces as he knotted his tie.

"Rather go there?" "It doesn't matter," still aloofly aggrieved. "Now what're you freezing up about?" at last aware of her unresponsiveness. "Sore over that binding, eh?" "Not at all." "Great guns, if you're so keen about it, keep it!" snatching up his hair brushes. "Get something else for Carrie." "Oh, it isn't that! I don't want it now!" passionately. "It's ju.st that you think I'm so elfish and greedy! And the presents I take bark every year "Guess you do hand out plenty," a gruff relenting.

"Now no sense getting all fussed up." "But it's got so I can't even mention Carrie! You just pounce "Well, forget it. Why take everything fo blamed hnrd? Now give us a kiss, Kitten. There, that make it all right?" "Yes, of course!" in swift surrender, burying her face against his arm. "And you're rlRht about that binding! Go a darn sight better with our stuff." "But now I want her to have it!" emotional reaction. "Dear, I do "Hun.

we could keep this up all night!" he chuckled, rumpling her hair. Fix it any way you want- just tune down on the dramatics. And it's the last time I horn in on your monopoly. Hereafter you pick all the presents Newspaper Alliance and The Cour-ant, occupies a cabin amidships near the ship's one small salcon. I Plane's Berth, Much of this accommodation has been installed during the two months the ship has spent in dry dock.

Other alterations include the The "Wyatt Earp" A crawling line of topheavy buses. Their red hulks flaunting "ads'1 of whisky, stove polish, junket powder, tea. Just a few more blocks. Quicker to walk! Climbing down, she hurried along with the drab crowd. Tan and gray-green mackintoshes the Londoner's uniform.

Pausing at a familiar window. Fine luggage. Dressing-cases every kind of fitted bag. The accessories of the traveling English. But Helen looking for a coveted Yes, still there! That blotter portfolio, made of an old book binding.

Green morocco, exquisitely gold-tooled. And an im pressive crest-from some private lihrnrv library. Wistfully visioning it cn their Sheraton secretary at home. The tag turned up five guineas. Over twenty dollars for an unessential! Still two more days Yet knowing she wouldn't buy it and would always regret it.

Forcing her attention to the handbags. That pin seal? No, tco conservative for Carrie. Perhaps the alligator On to the hotel, leaving the decision for tomorrow. Past the pompous doorman, conscious of her plebian bundle. Probably the only Rag Market patron from the Savoy! Up in their rooms, switching on all the lamps.

With the damask curtains drawn, a cosy seclusion. Hurry and dress before Warren came. But the temptation to examine her acquisitions always irresistible. A strip of old Limerirk. A ruby glass vinaigrette, rare with the inner stopper intact.

A paper knife for Lawrence, a tiny compass in the handle. And that oval frame towny old mahogany. But desecrated by a cheap reproduction of "Hope." Take that out right now! Prying off the back with her scissors. The garish lithograph tossed in the waste-basket when the phone rang. "Yes, I just got in No, but I will tomorrow You will? Oh, dear, what why If you're sure it's something she'll like.

Warren getting his sister's present. But so unlike him to bother. Gift-buying her ungrudged prerogative. What was it? Something to suit Carrie's rather flamboyant taste? Slipping off her fog-limped clothes and a relaxing bath. But still worrying over his unwonted shopping fervor.

His few purchases usually extravagant and not always discriminating. At the dressing table, taking down her hair, when lie swung in. By RING Do Not Disturb, N. Y. Today, Graham, the program Ls going to be different.

In place of picking on Mr. Vallees taste in! songs or his sponsor's taste in ad- vertising. I intend to deal princi-i pally with the mountain's visit to Mahomet, the former having been ordered by his personal physician to snap out of it and move around regardless of inflated feet, and consort with somebody besides waiters, maids, bellhops, and George S. Kaufman, no matter if he could find no better substitute than a radio comedian. Well, it happened that I could find no better substitute than a radio comedian, since a call on him meant combining business with slumber, the business being to acquaint myself with the truth concerning this new radio venture of his (I am referring to Mr.

Wynn) which you probably know all about, but news of which was published while I was out of a newspaper's reach; and the chance for slumber coming while he tried to explain why the new venture was bound to be a success, it being an old habit of mine, and one of the many that made me what I am today, to dose off while people are trying to explain why things are bound to be a success. Mr. Wynn telephoned me, in confidence, that the name of the new concern was the Amalgamated Broadcasting System, that that was also the name of the building in which it was housed, that the building was at 501 Madison Avenue, and that he would see me at once if I sent my name in. I learned later that he would have seen me just as at once if I had sent in the name of George Spalvin or Earl Benham. There is likely, however, to be a slight delay for any visitor on account of the fact that the System occupies three entire floors and the boy assigned to locate the boss has to go over each with a vacuum cleaner.

The room where the vacuum makes the most noise Is either where Ed is or where he aint. I had the good luck to find him in his private office. Anybody has got to have good luck to find him in his private office. Calling it an office is like referring to Russia as a building plot. Relays of dog teams take you from the entrance to Mr.

Wynne's desk. He has no idea that his radio idea will flop, but if it should, he can certainly get even on this last-named piece of furniture, renting out one-sixteenth of it as a public dance hall, another sixteenth as a roller rink, and the remaining seven-eighths as the Chicago World's Fair Grounds in case inclement weather makes it desirable to hold that event under cover from now on where it probably ought to be. If "office" is a reticent title for Mr. Wynne's headquarters the descriptive adjective "private is putting it mildly to say the least. You can't possibly gefc into the place without pushing any one of the five or six entrance doers and during my brief half-hour's stay (or maybe it Just seemed that long), during which the orders were that we must not be disturbed, the list of other visitors included an interior decorator, a tapestry putter-upper, a tapestry taker-downer, Mr.

Wynn's right-hand man, whose name, believe it or not, is Mr. Ota Gygi, Mr. Wynn's son, Kcenan, and a woman from a laundry who doesn't shrink. Moreover, no one is permitted ta speak to Mr. Wynn on the telephone personally without asking for him The grim dinginess of North London.

Rows of drab brick houses with built-on shops. Cheap lodgings above. From the bus-top, intimate glimpses into sordid rooms. "Bed Breakfast 26." Other signs between soot-grayed curtains. "Umbrella Hospital." "Midwife." "Chimney Sweep." "Dress Agency" the English euphemism for second-hand clothes.

Always Helen's interest in this humble section the Caledonia Road route. Now on her way back from the Rag Market. An elysian browsing. But only a few finds in her newspapered parcel. Each year antiques scarcer and more fakes.

Rumbling on past the two-story monotony. After five now. Street lamps glimmering through the haze. Stopping before a corner "pub" "The Bell and Anchor." A swing-door view of the shabby group at the bar women, too. And a perambulator outside! The odor of an iceless fish stall.

Tubs of herrings, blcaters, periwinkles. "The Imperial Dining Parlour" a dirty little lunchroom. Further on, "Eat More Eels" chalked on the grimy window of "Monty's Eel Her last exploration along here. Sailing before the next Rag Market Friday. Changing busses at King's Cross, and on through a furniture district.

Cheap bedrocm suites with bowl-and-pitcher washstands. And lamps red shades dripping beads! Picturing the homes they furnished. The room those tasseled portieres would embellish Her dreamy abstraction jarred by an intruding worry. Still no present for Carrie And only two more days. The one gift she dreaded to select.

Her critical sister-in-law! Every year something expensive from Europe just taken for granted. A better class of shops now. Peering down, hoping for an inspiration. The Britishness of the displays. Tweeds, Shetland wool.

Hunting and riding clothes. White duck and sun helmets for the tropics. Fine leather goods. Why not a purse? Lovely ones for two pounds Wasnt that enough? Carrie's birthday just before they'd sailed that platinum wrist-watch. And Christmas, Easter an endless obligation of presents! A swift remorse.

When she had these wonderful trips how small to mind his sister's unappreciative attitude! Darker now a murky dusk. And the smoky acridity more pungent. Lumbering into the animated Strand. A blurry spectrum of electric signs. Impassively a white-sleeved "bobby" directing the choked traffic.

By WILL All I know is just what I read in the papers. As I told you a week or so ago, Sister Aimee just come along like the war and gobbled up all the wires. Why we couldn't even find out if Babe Ruth had hit a home run, or struck out. Even Mr. Roosevelt and half his Cabinet had to go on the air in order to get over a little message they had for the forest builders.

The papers dident have room to use their statements. We had just got rid if one Hutton out of the news, (the one that pensioned off the Atlanta Georgian Prince) when along comes Dave Hutton. He had been a kind of a man about town, in a local way, only in a larger way. He was the first religious crooner. (Yes they are getting em in churches now.) Now all this might net hit you all over like it did us out here.

Being so far away we are naturally dependent on news from our local source, and when Sister Aimee breaks out. all communication with the outside world is null and void during the time of her escapade. Now I like it and I read it, for she is a very remarkable woman, and does much good. But I do so hate to be without the news of the outside world. There should be a way of importing outside paper to come into Los Angeles during one.

or each of these MePherson campaigns, and they cculd give us the other news, just for the duration of her sworray. Then it could fold up and wait a little while, and then stand by and be ready. But its kinder quieting down now and a little stuff is drifting in from the outside world. I wrote a little gag about the market about ten days ago, for it seemed to be the general impression that it was full of hop and was going far beyond its legitimate stride. It was running on opiates.

Well the very day my little gag broke out, why the market tumbled, and Roosevelt did say that he was going to keep an eye on it. Well I rure did pet a lucky break with that prediction, for if I had pulled it a day later it wouldent have been any good. But you could Just see and feel it coming. Everybody cant make a living gambling. Some can but there must alwaj's be money made in some other business and brought into the game to keep it going.

Well Wall Street was getting ahead of their money supply. You see thats one thing about the Democrats that make em different Xroux the Republicans, This lellov.