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PAGE FOUR THE RALEIGH REGISTER, BEGKLEY, RALEIGH COUNTY, W. AFTERNOON, JULY 16, 1037. The Raleigh Register EVENINGS, (except Saturday) and SUNDAY MORNING Published by BECKLEY NEWSPAPERS CORPORATION entered in the postofflce at Beckley, W. all matter. J.

RAIFORD WATKJNS Managing Editor The Associated Press exclusively entitled to the use for publication of all news dispatcher credited to It or otherwise credited In this paper sad slso the local news published herein. National Advertising Representative HOWLAND HOWLAND, Inc. New York--247 Park Avenue Chicago--360 N. Michigan Avenue Pittsburgh--Keystone Dank Building SUBSCRIPTION RATES Dally trtd Sunday BT carrier In Beckler anS nearby towns, one week By tht (ou Dally and Sunday, year, to advance and monthi. In advauc.

Weexdayi only. year, advance lie nju M.oo 1500 -FRIDAY AFTERNOON, JtJl.Y 1C. By HAROLD M. Him Mrs. Joseph Hannibal Jones, wife oj Ihe toll- gale keeper at the Prince bridge, has presented Beckley Newspapers Corporation with a large Mexican Cactus, vhlch we hope shortly to have adorning Ihe front cffice of this establishment.

It slands four feel high, and Is covered with Ihe spines customarily associated wilh cacti. "Il's so large I can hardly expecl to keep it through Ihe winter," said Mrs. Jones, "so I thought if the newspaper had any use for it 1 would Just give it to them." Watch Business Now that the stool slrikcs hove been virtually seltled, it -will be interesting In sec the resumption of work i do lo Ihe general business conditions of (his country. The first half of 1937 came lo close the slrikcs dominating the business news in this country, and with the 1'rencli monetary difficulties overshadowing even the developments of Ihc Spanish war in the -foreign news from abroad, says The Clevc- land Trusl Co. The most nolcworlhy feature of American business conditions hns been Ihc ability of industrial production and trade activity to move steadily ahead with almost dis- 'rcgard for Hie continuing How of had news.

The volume of i i a production remained unchangcd-al 118 per cent of the "W3-1925 March, April, and The June output will probably prove -to be about 116. The gradual slowing down of business which has come as the inevitable result of the widespread labor difficulties, and of the increased costs of construction, has become apparent in only small degree as yet in the indexes of production and trade, bill the adverse influences hove shown their effects in the security markets. Stock prices have drifted to lower levels on progressively smaller volumes of --trading since early in March, and bond prices have declined during most of Ihc past six months. The business of organizing workers into new forms of labor unions hns suffcr- 'ed a set-back as definite as Ilial winch has been under way in the slock market since last March. i a few weeks ago there was a real bull movement under way for Ijthe CIO.

Its power grew wilh its own 1110- --'mentuiu much as happens in speculative markets for securities, or commodities, or estate, and many observers came to be- lieve that it was a one-way movement. Now it lias suffered a and both its fol- lowers and its opponents are wondering or nol it may have reached and -Acpassed its peak. The development in the monetary af- of France arc in some measure those wilh which we are a i i a in the movements--srf--the--securily- markets. During most of Ihe time since the war French public finance has been in a bear market. There was a strong recovery when 'Poincare imposed his drastic reforms in '-1926.

There was a weak one following Ihe "-departure from gold last autumn. Now a new devaluation promises another rally. A reversal awailsa balanced budgci. 1 The Family Spokesman When Leila Arlcn, Ifl, and unmarried, announced in New York the other day a she had pledged not to have a baby until -the last threat of war is banished, she did -more than provide.a peace league with She dramatized, perhaps, unwillingly Tthe fulilily of having a few legal minds try sellle Ihe problems of Ihe a race" by shifting warships and armies on the tcrnalional chess-board. Miss Arlcn's example as a sharp reminder to diplomats and politicians that family still is Ihc basic unit of tion, and should be consulted whether the question involves cannon fodder or the price of pork chop.

Incidentally, herein is a i a i it women ever decide lo organize a fight for "famly rights," they have a mighty tolling club to swing as they sjroll Ihc picket lino. Why Not Jimmie Bvrnes? The death of Senator Robinson has brought about a situation i i the Democratic forces in Washington which has been called erroneously we I i i critical. I Senator Robinson's leadership was l' of the highest order, il is foolish lo fear a lie cannot be replaced. Three men stand out now as possible. leaders: Senators Harrison, Barklcy and Byrnes, and Rarkley is mentioned more prominently because he was Senator Rob- Incidentally, Mrs.

Jones read in a local paper about a woman al Hlnton who had found what she thought were tomatoes growing 011 her potato vines. "They're polalo balls, and they grow where the bloom is," declared Mrs, Jones. She keeps up wilh Ihe growing things of her slate. For inslance, she remarked, anent Ihe war Waking 'Em Up Mac and 1 were having about when the rhododendron grows: "There are Iwo varieties of it. One blooms early, and the other late.

The rhododendron blooms In latter May or early June, but (he white, or palp pink rhododendron Is just now beginning to She was formerly Miss Goldie Godby, and she used lo teach school, at Thayer, among other places. She has a dictionary svhich she says was used by her father, Oscar Godby, when he wenl to school to Alfred Beckley. Kvery time I go to the McKendree hospital, I (hink about Ihe movie versions OJ lired and jaded business men needing rest, and wish that Ihey could all manage to find Iheir way down there. There are two things at McKendree, so far as I know, in the way of establishments. One Is Ihe Slate Emergency hospital, the other Ford's boarding house.

the railroad has a depot there, and some few people live 'round about, but otherwise there is nothing but the New river, rolling past in Ihe same monotony of movement and tone it cm- ployed before the Indians left. The hospilal fronts on the river. A retaining wall has been constructed, along the hospital grounds, and behind Ihis great shade trees grow, beeches and oaks and maples. Chairs arc placed bcneaih these, and 'Us my notion that a man might take a seat in one of those chairs In the morning, and beguile his soul into forgelfuiness and his body inlo reslfulness, long before noon. Then he could rouse himself enough lo cal and mayhap spend Ihe remainder of the day composing neat lines concerning the murmur of the river and the muttering of the birds.

There Is a beautiful drive, the beginning within 30 minutes ol Beckley. It is from Prince over the Stretcherneck mountain, down the river past Thayer, Claremonl, and Stonccliff to Thurmond. If when one arrived at Prince he is doubtful which way to turn, my friend Mr, Joseph Hannibal Jones, the elongated keeper of the lolls, will be delighted to point it oul. The road is in splendid condition, comparatively, and by that I do not mean that it Is such a road as you would find between Beckley and Fayellevillc, bul a good, passable road, nevertheless, considering the region through which il lies. The way is lined wilh trees, and at one point a magnificent spring gushes from the mountain, a flow ol waler not far above icy- cold, where Ihe traveler may refresh himself.

"Who threw Opinions At A Glance The request for the song "Twilight is Slealing Over the Sea" met with a very good response. First was Mrs. Fred Dixon, of Price Hill, then Mrs. I. H.

Fink, of Edgewood Drive, Beckley, and then (he Rev. Mr. G. C. Hite, of Beckley.

To each of Ihese I am indebted. When I obtain the first copy, I propose to print it, herein, for the fact that so many people have seen fit to preserve it, and that I have wished to have it, indicates that it might be of interest to many more. It has been suggested to me that I start a campaign for the restoration of that magnificent dish of the days of yore--fried mush! Much raving has been done about the fried country bam and brown gravy which used to grace the breakfast table, the buckwheat cakes and sorghum wilh which the palate was pleased in the winter. But Ihcse, my are not lo be for one moment likened to the tasty goodness of fried mush; 'tis a campaign 1 can launch wilh vigor and enthusiasm. Fried mush Is not merely a breakfast dish; I can--or could--consume it with guslo, abandon and relish, in the evening, or late al night.

I do wonder whether there be in the county a woman of culinary attainments sufficient to compound fried mush. If there be, I wish she would send in the recipe, that the joys o( this homely, but dclcclable dish, may again abound in the midst of this cereal-plagued world. The average cereal is calculated to swell (he morning grouch lo the explosion point. One wonders how the hardy pioneers managed to subsist before Battle Creek was founded. Also, one wonders what the modern processed focd experts would have done wilh venison or bear steaks.

A few meals based on fried mush will emancipate us from the modern school of cook- cry which holds to Ihc staqdard of calorics instead appeasement. BT CHABLES F. 8TEWABT Central Columnist A I In congress and particularly In the senate, (for that where the fight is raging) simply are In an ecstasy of enjoyment over the Democrats' court fight With an exception or two the G. O. P.

solons do not greatly what the result Is. To be sure, they are against judicial reorganization, either originally suggested by President Roosevelt or on a compromise basis. However, their feel- Ing on the subje of reorganization Is completely overshadowed by fun they are getting out of specladt of tht Infra-Democratic rumpus. They ari not taking much part In the affair. About all that heard from the Republican side of the senate chamber an occasional "sick '1m" of encouragement to the Democratic disputants.

Democracy wide open. Next year. It the pla.i works, two clnds of. Democratic candidacies vlll be In the field for congressional eats-- a triangular contest, In vhlch the Republicans hope to win, many states and congressional inson's assistant. However, considerable lo a seems lo hav: dc- veloped.

The senators could do no belter than HOW ITS DONU Behind the scenes it said that anti-reorganization Democrats are indebted to Republican solona for gome excellent hints aji to varioui of the meanest jabs they have taken at the pro-reorganlzatlonists. Republican strategists the jabj delivered but their notion li that they can be most effectively delivered by insurgent Democrats. Accordingly, when a Republican what he considers a vulnerable spot in Ihe administration defense his policy Is not to mention It In open debate, bnt to grab one of the insurgents by the button am whisper in his "Hush, don't le anyone hear this. You can have exclusive credit for it. But whj don't you say so-and-so?" Whereupon the insurgent rustic upon the floor anil says It, for having had so good an idea pu Into his head.

0. O. P. TACTICS For that matter, It la alleged that Republican senators, who do not believe in court reorganization at all, have given helpful advice lo Democratic senators who do believe In IL These Republicans hit on remarks which, from a pro- reorganization Democrat, would be calculated to lacerate the sensibilities of an anti-reorgflnlzallon De-m- ocrat, but which the former has nol thought of. Whereupon the anti-reorganization Republican whispers his poison Into the pro-reorganization Democrat's car--and It is too good a kind of poison for the pro-reorganlta- tlonlst not to utilize.

Republicanism does not mtan by dther group of Its motto "Go It, wildcat! Go hunter!" IcN ART'S STRATEGY Senator Charles L. McNary, G. O. leader (of a mightily small fol- owlng) In the upper house of con- was the author of this iys- em. The scheme manifestly li to ipllt You're Telling Me! Man About Manhattan Mr.

A. R. Summers, the big refining man hereabouts, says he intends to make use very often of the new plane service between Beckley and Charleston. The i of company is located at Charleston; a district manager, he must ofter. eo I' to select i i I hen- are for or so when roak a tors who have a longer record than i a of a i thick, and the vile, what belter way By WILLIAM RITT Central Press Writer A GROUP of sclenllsts have proved, after an exhaustive two- year study, that warm water, good lather and a sharp blade give the best shaves.

We knew this all along but maybe now everyone will be happier that It'ff a scientific fact. But the true martyrs of science are those who permitted the scientists to scrape their mugs In testing the theory, These heroic unknowns deserve a place In the Hall of Heroism along with th'e fellow who permitted his chin and cheeks proving.ground for that Bos Ion barber who set a world shaving record of 17 seconds the other day. The news story didn't disclose whether that Boston razor racer took any short cuts--or long ones, either. Tn a I'i a delicate business, shaving against time. But our understanding Is that the new champ chin chopper, In the final seconds, scraped through for a flying finish.

The male natives of India, we once read, pull their whiskers out by the roots. This Is more painful even than paying an Income tax Installment. We don't know why they do It unless It makei them forget the weather. The American Indian once shaved wilh flint chips. Tilts Isn't as bad as il sounds.

Remember, when he wanted a new blade all he had to do was to pick one off the ground. By GEORGE TUCKER MEW YORK --Manhattan offers I a hurly-burly of episodes, some of which are both sad and joyous. F.ew, however, are commonplace. Here are several observed on a ot the town: i avenue: Soft lights falling on a make-believe tropical island in the Hawaiian room, of a i a hotel The a is playing a haunting love song, diffused with ecstasy and At ajieaiby-tabltLa-doe-eyed girl, who is probably 19, is lost in reverie as Ihe magic of the melody wafts her off to some illusion. "That song must get to you," her companion chides.

For a moment she doesn't seem to hear; then: "Sometime: you sit around and think there's no hope. When you hear that song, you know it." SYNOPSIS: Jmtui ltd Cavnor ft about to fire lo gtt lob, Kay Cron- don itopt him, Ukti his look), gives him a place al Ihe Lazy Nine, Josh Hastings, owner of Ihe Flying Sir, 19 buy the Lazy Nine ond Kov her ranch house end born burn. She hales him ond is determined lo keep her ranch ind rebuild. "Ted tUrs Ihe 10 cut In own limber and rebuild uillhout triri to He up "it only available limber land, but Ted wins the Tact lor on option, (hen whifl Hajlinf) puncher for moteilina Kay. Tom fire palrol, up at Ihe Lazy Chapter 17 Seth Makei A Slip AY felt her first suspicions about the ranch fire revive, but she remembered Dan Sleele't the South Carolinian, but few are more in- to telligcnt or more conscientious.

There more of the statesman and less of Ihe i demagogue in him a in per cent of Ihe men scnl lo Washington. SOMETHING NEW IN LAWSUITS Kaleigh county is to be the of a unique Jaw suit shortly. An apartment house was built en the wrong lot bul the mistake was not dis- covered until the building completed and all 7" the apartments rented. The owner of the lot refuses to sell. It is casting no aspersion to say that the owner ol the apartment house is a woman.

She blames the contractors who she claims were to have sur- veyed the property to locate the right lot. The T. contractors allege the woman pointed out the lot where the apartment house was to be creeled and even ordered some trees removed. When askod what she was going to do about It, the owner replied: ''The only i do is to have a law News-Register. oothe the mind nd the ncrvvs than by sailing along in Ilic clean air, a quarter i i or so above the Doubtless many others will follow Ins example.

SCANNING NEW BOOKS STREET: Robert Marshall Reud, whose name is pronounced rude but whose manners are unfailingly courteous, saunters around the corner and past a sidewalk table ol the Cafe de la Paix. "Whither bound, Marse Bob?" one inquires. "Into Central Park," he announces, "to convince myself that a shrub or something is growing. iTinean--me outside in the day- lighl--imagine!" Madison Avenue: A well-shouldered, rather boyish young man, blond, speaking English with a French accent. He is Michel Martell, safely past his 27th birlhday and on a tour of the world.

M. Mariell is a partner in the 222- year-old firm, bearing his name, that distills and sells He has, he says, two dozen new American neckties to take back to his papa in Cognac, France, where he lives. Every single inhabitant of. the town earns his bread working in the Mariell distillery. me, M.

Martell, there's something I've always wanted lo know. Did they name the town aflcr the brandy or the brandy after Ihe town?" The question seemed to please him. "They named the town after the brandy," he says, "and I can lell you, it's a dandy M. Martell learns quickly. Dandy is a dandy American word.

The average lenglh of time anybody lives in the Times Square district is 11 months. warning and held her peace. While this Tom Runyon seemed all right, and a kindly and genial enough person, shedidn't really know anything about him, so it would pay to go slow. If he wanted to go ahead Investigating on his own initiative, he might unearth something that would give some foundation for her suspicion of Josh Hastings. But while she must be very careful not lo voice Ihe direclion in which her suspicions lay, there was one point on which she must set him straight right away.

"I am absolutely certain that Seth and our outfit are above suspicion," she stated positively, "so if you're looking for foul play, you can count them out from the start." "Maybe." He nodded his approval of her loyalty. "But when you're starting out to look for clues you can't be handicapped by any foregone conclusions. You just leave the investigating to me. All I want you to do is to answer a few questions." "Gladly let's wait until after supper." Kay leaned against the side of the cabin for a second, overcome by a sudden weary faintness. Tom Hunyon sprang to put a steadying hand on her arm.

"What's'the matter?" he inquired anxiously. "You look all in! "Nothing." Kay straightened up and smiled at him. "I'm just a little lired, I guess. I'll be all right as soon as I get something to eat! You go on up to the bunk house and I'll join you in a minute. I'm eating with the boys, until I can get my own housekeeping arrangements rigged up.

You'll stay lor supper, of course?" she added, as'he hesitated a moment. mighty good of you. I'd be glad to. Only, Took here! Who was that you were riding in with?" Kay paused at the cabin door, her eyebrows raised in surprise. A slight flush came into her cheeks as she answered his question.

After all, there was no point in making a mystery about being with Ted. "That was Ted Gaynor, the man I was with up on the ridge." To her annoyance, she flushed still more, as she caught Tom Runyon's keen, speculative look at her heightened color. "Oh, yej. Well, he's Just the one I wanted lo ask you about. But we'll wait unlil after supper." Before Kay could answer, he turned and made for the bunk house: As she washed her face and hands, she tried to reason herself out of the queer, panicky feeling that suddenly took possession of her.

The dark premonition that she had had when she said goodby to Ted swept over her again. "Don't be a fool!" she scolded her image in the mirror as she ruthlessly tugged a comb through her tangled curls. "You're just letting your nerves run away with you! What could possibly happen to him? Especially, if you keep your head, and don't let Tom Runyon's first suspicions start up again!" Supper Conversation DRACED by the thought that it wa- up to her to prolect Ted, Kay walked slowly up to the bunk house, planning what she would You expect any man. to see it as she did, though, Kay realized, she neared the bunk house and saw Torn Runyon standing talking with Seth while they waited for the call to supper. Especially not a man of Tom Runyon'j type, who was obsessed with the idea of his own importance, and would be ready to Jump to any conclusion that would reflect glory on him.

And the demand of the) community for some action in running down the firebug, whoever was, would make Runyon all the more eager to pin the blame for all the fires on Ted, he suspected that one mad act of his. The supper bell rang just as Kay joined the two men, and in general conversation at Ihe there was no chance for Runyon to ask her the questions ihe wa3 prepared to parry ai skilfully a she could. Talk turned on the scheme for building the ranch house, and everyone was full of ideas and say. ny thoughts were welcome, as long as they pushed into the background her horrible experience of the afternoon. Instead of allowing herself to dwell on that, she concentrated on the memory of the magnificent way Ted had come to her rescue.

If her first intuilive judgment of him, in spite of the damning condition of Iheir meeling, any bolstering, she certainly had had it there. She understood exactly how desperation for those he loved had driven him to feel juslified in destroying some timber for the sake of saving human lives. He had been perfectly right in saying that in burning off the ridge he had chosen ie would have done no actual damage to any one. It would have de- slroyed a second scrub growth ol limber, but could easily have been kept under control. Mr.

Glcrni Starbro is maintaining. his ne on Xorth Kayctlc street, a little which he found at the new Laing mining town, on the Mr. Scarbro is inherently afraid of snakes, thereby proving the truth of the Biblical observation about their heads being crushed by the seed of the Not so long ago related an incident in which someone callously and meanly hurled a strand of torn cloth, at Mr. Scarbro. a strand which resembled snake, so lhat he jumped up a mountain.

Now has vindicated himself, by catching a rattlesnake one and one-hall feet long. caught him in a paper hag." ssid Mr. He then took him home and placed him in a jar, into which he occasionally puts edibles a snake. or things which he hopes are edibles, for "The Great Golilwyn 1 by Alva Johnston; (Random: is said that when Alva Johnston wenl to Hollywood to look over the prospects for an article on Samuel Goldwyn, he wired back that he had to have more elbowroom. He could not, said Mr.

Jnhn- ston. icll about Samuel Gnldwyn in one article any more he could carve a colossus out of a cherry stone. Four articles were written and appeared in the magazine then subsidizing Mr. Johnston. These articles were joyously unbelievable--that is.

you felt they couldn't be true, but were glad a Mr. Johnston had his brainstorm. You had a week between articles, which gave you lime to forget the detail. The edges blurred and the pattern dimmed. Now Mr.

Johnston's four nrti- clcs have been printed without (apparently) much chance. The lilllc book they form is called "The Gi-ct Goldwyn." and it may read at one sitting without your oot going to sleep or your eye tir- ng. The only difiicully that each the four chapters, and for that mailer almost every page, has precisely the same information. This information is delightful, but once said is enough. Mr.

Gold- vyn is a whirling dervish, accord- ng to Mr. Johnslon. He shouts, he ho spends colossally, 1C has a flair for the artistic which his early days in tht glove business do not explain, he makes mistakes in syntax and pronunciation which are, Mr. Johnston thinks, quite often deliberate and for effect. He is impossible to satisfy, an autocrat and an "original." But it's i i for anyone to make even a sm.ill bonk of this even though four superb articles did come out of it.

By the time Mr. Johnston has told you that Mr. Goldwyn is a super-hyper-rtouble- super male Malaprop 50 or 60 times you either yawn or say "So what?" Or if you're a very hopeful case you say to yourself that the day for such didoes passed in 1929 and not even a super-hypcr- doublesuper-colossal movie man and his press staff can bring it back. suggestions. "By the way," Seth broke In suddenly, "isn't it about time Ted Gaynor getting back?" "Oh, I meant to tell you, and I forgot!" Kay felt Tom Runyon'j eyes on her us she turned apologetically to Seth, "I--I met him on the mesa, and he gave me the option he got from Old Man Warren.

It was terribly good ot you and the boys to lend that money, so he could clinch the bargain!" She smiled at them, a sudden catch in her throat and mist in her eyes at this proof of their, loyalty. "Why didn't he come in?" Seth, demanded. "I wanted to get all tha dope on it." 'He thought he'd better be Jetting on," again Kay felt the slow color come into her cheelcs, at ths insistence of, Tom Runyon's look. "He told me to tell you all ab.out it." She launched into the account Ted had given her of. hi: interview wilh Old Man Warren, hoping to divert attention from herself.

Flattery For Runyon LIKE that Gaynor fellow," Seth observed when she had finished. "Just where did you say you picked him Up?" Kay gave a gasp at this bad break. Seth evidently had forgotten all the things she had told him tq say to Tom Runyon about Ted. He couldn't have put his foot in it any worse It he had deliberately tried. She could Tom ears pricked up to catch her answer, although he pretended to be engrossed in conversation with, one of the boys.

Managing to change her gasp into a cough, Kay fixed her eyes firmly on Seth as she answered. "Why, I've told you about him sefore, Seth! You don't pay attention to what I say half the time!" Under her teasing tone, her voics leld a significant reminder. "He's the one who has been helping me decide on some of the timber land I've been wanting to buy even before the house burned down." She turned to Tom. Runyon with a politely explanatory air. "I've been thinking ought to add some more timber land to the ranch." "There's nothing much but scrub growth on that ridge where I met you," he observed.

"That's just the conclusion Ted arrived looked up at Tom Runyon with flattering admiration. "I'm sorry he isn't here. You and he would enjoy talking together." "Where's he gone?" "Just yesterday, he decided to really join up with the outfit," Kay explained, "and he's gone back to bring his mother and sister to the other little cabin like mine." "I see." Tom Runyon's black eyes fastened themselves specula- lively on Kay. "He's the one who has got us started wilh this idea of building the ranch house and barn ourselves," she rattled on nervously. "So il's lucky he is a regular member of the outfit now." "Sure is," Selh agreed heartily, pushing back his chair and rising to his leet.

"We'll need all the hands we can get on this job." There was a scraping of chairs as the others followed suit. "How about taking me Runyon suggested, with a flattering eye bent on Kay. "You're too valuable right you are," she countered gaily. "I'm counting on you to keep my new timber land from burning down." "That's right." Tom Runyon promptly succumbed to the flattery. With a relieved feeling that she had safely steered him away from the dangerous interest he wa.i manifesting in Ted, Kay sauntered out into the twilight with him.

But her relief was short lived. No sooner had they stepped out of the mess shack than Tom Runyon took possessive hold of her arm. "How about that little talk wi were going to have?" With a resigned, "All Kay let herself be guided to th cabin. 7 Harti dt Tom Ranyon tcllj whf XH tifht at Kellf'f, tomorrow. "The Profits of War." by Rlchc- ard Lewinsolm, (DuUon: $3).

Trust the French to get ot ihe heart of Ihe war profiteering business. This feol has been accomplished by one Richard Lcwinsohn in a book which originally was called "Les Trofits de Guerre a travcrs les Sieclcs." An excellent translation by Geoffrey Sainsbury preserves, we arc sure, much of the flavor of the original while providing an English text which has an idiomatic flavor of its own. M. Lewisohn divides his book into six long chapters, each of which contains numerous subsections. "The Profits of War" have gone to several classes throughout the centuries, and each of these has a chapter.

First the generals and then the soldiers under the generals were the profiteers. Next came the financiers, the Jacques Coeur, Rothchilds. the a The third class to benefit chiefly was armament makers, of whom the Krupps, the Schneiders, the DuPonts, the Bethlehem sleel works and Vickers are supreme examples. The contractors came fourlh in line, wilh Ouvrard perhaps Ihe first conspicuous example but by no means the only one before modern times. And fiflh there are the speculators who also have operated in all times, bul perhaps most disastrously in the Ust war.

None of these classes has sharp- cul off its profit at any specified time--Lewisohn does not mean the financers no longer make money out of war, or that armament makers suddenly and cleanly resigned so profitable a field to the canned goods makers. What he means Is that the area of greatest profit has been traveling, slowly but perceptibly, through'these classes and that now it is the people tartherest from the actual war who make the most money. Armament makers are properly being watched, Lewisohn believes. Slate regulation of war profit is a good idea not likely to be effectively enforced, he feels. Nevertheless, it is evident lo him thai the movement for the regulation war profit is a historical one down through lime, and day, perhaps, something ef- ective will be done.

Auloisl Aide Seriously Burned Rhodell Man Helps Extinguish Fire, Now Can't Work By Register Staa Writer RHODELL Clarence Sanders received serious burns to his hands while helping a motorist extinguish a fire, which destroyed a 1935 sedan near Amigo on route 19. Dr. J. W. Whitlock, of Amigo, who treated Sanders, said it would be several weeks before he would be able to work.

The car was owned by a Mr. Thompson of Beckley, according to Sanders. ts..