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PRESIDENT: Well, men, we have completed our financing arrangements and we are now about to incorporate as a company manufacturing a very fine, lustrous imitation silk. Now have you any suggestions as name for our company and product? (Silence) PRESIDENT: I need hardly say that it is a pity we cannot call our textile "silk"--but no matter. What we are after is a name that will betoken not only the lofty ideals of our organization, but also give some hint of its delicate softness and beauty. VICE PRESIDENT: Mr. President, our advertising expert, Mr. E. St. Elmo Higgins, is in the next office and I propose that we accept a name to be coined by him.

(The President sends for Mr. Higgins who enters after a brief wait.) MR. HIGGINS: Gentlemen, this little problem of yours is like a great many others that I have solvedsuccessfully-in my long career as an advertising man.

(The officials are plainly relieved.) MR. HIGGINS (continues): The name must possess a definite woman-customer-appeal and carry an additional flavor of retailer-interest, if you get my thought. It must attract the small-consumer as well as the ParkAvenue-Matron. It must be mysterious, enticing compelling! (Pauses.) May I say that I have devised such a name?

(Excitement and stirrings among the company officials, while Mr. Higgins smiles the shrewd smile of an expert.) MR. HIGGINS (continues): My name

for your material is "Bemberg" and the company should be known as the "American Bemberg Company"! (Cheers and tumult)

PRESIDENT: The suggestion is carried by acclamation. Gentlemen, I move that we make a special award to Mr. Higgins, personally, for his solution of our difficulties, of $25,000.

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HE NEXT best thing to doing not

Tmuch of anything is to be the con

ductor of a daily "sport column." Now don't be alarmed at that "daily" feature. It sounds like a lot, I know, but all you have to do is to write a new article every day for eight or ten days and then reprint those same articles for the duration of the job. Once you get those first ten days under your belt you Here's a typical schedule: are all set. MONDAY: Writes an article on the "ten best heavyweights of all time." Makes a list beginning with either John L. Sullivan or Jack Dempsey and explains reasons for choice. TUESDAY: Writes an article upon the

amateur status of William T. Tilden. Concludes that Tilden is, after all, an amateur in the best sense. WEDNESDAY: Prints a lot of hot letters disagreeing with Monday's article. THURSDAY: Prints a lot of free blurbs and forecasts furnished him by vari

ous press agents for boys like Sharkey, Maloney, Stribling and C. C. Pyle.

FRIDAY: Recounts a stirring incident of the last quarter of the PrincetonChicago game of 1924. SATURDAY: Announces that Monday's article has attracted so many fine letters that in all conscience he must print a few more.

SUNDAY: Writes a long article on Jack Dempsey's legs or Bobby Jones's wrists.

MONDAY: Writes an article on the ten best baseball pitchers of all time. Makes a list beginning with either Walter Johnson or Christy Mathewson and explains reasons for choice. TUESDAY: Rehashes the All-America Football selections.

WEDNESDAY: Prints a lot of letters disagreeing with Monday's article. THURSDAY: Begins all over again with the ten best heavyweights.

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T IS AN intimate sort of thing, this indoor polo, that makes sport of the winter of our discontent, and gives a real "close-up" of the galloping game. From the time these lines appear until well past the Ides of March there will be something of a furore in the armories, East, West and North-New York, Cleveland, Cincinnati, Buffalo, Newark, Toronto, Chicago, Springfield, Baltimore and elsewhere, centering finally on the tanbark of the Squadron A armory at Madison Avenue and Ninety-fourth Street, where the National and Intercollegiate championships will be played. There are sectional elimination tournaments which will serve to thrust out the leading teams that will go into the finals for the President's Cup, and there will be home and home games among the colleges that go in for the mounted game, Yale, Harvard, Princeton, West Point and the Pennsylvania Military College. Every Saturday night there will be a clash in all the classes in the Squadron armory, the original "little theatre" of the sport.

The progress of this "close-up" sport that none the less goes at the galloping gait, has been little short of remarkable. To the Squadron goes much of the credit for sticking to it and making a go of it at a time when the outdoor polo experts were not even willing to look upon it as so much as a little brother. Today it is a full-grown brother, and there are times when the outdoor stars discover that they have something left to learn in the way of shot making when their efforts are crowded into the small space armory.

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From the point of view of the public, that fills up the armory seats, even on the snowy nights of midwinter, indoor polo is a game of personalities. There are favorites promoted or demoted night after night-Matthews and Vietor, two of the Squadron's troop captains, Brady and Fitzgibbon, also wearers of the Hussar uniform, Winston Guest, now leader of the Commonwealth team of Boston, and an internationalist, Forrester Clark, that whale of an all-round athlete from Harvard, Wallop, the "cowboy peer" from Wyoming, Hanley, the smallest man in polo, the little package of mounted dynamite who looks, according to his

By HERBERT REED (Right Wing)

own description, when on a tall horse, like the whistle on the Mauretania, Gerald Dempsey, Arch Kinney, Dr. Blackwell, "Jerry" Smith, who persists in topping fences during the outdoor season, and has to do a hurry order job of mending his bones in time to get into action indoors, the young and husky Pflugs of the Brooklyn Riding and Driving Club, that purple-shirted avalanche that generally manages to surge through to the finals, Arthur Borden, son of General Howard Borden, and something of a polo figure at Princeton and in the neighborhood of Rumson, New Jersey, Gerald Dempsey, originally of Boston, but now one of the salient figures in the Meadow Brook contingent, and a glittering host of other stars.

HE GAME is quite as simple for the spectator as the outdoor affair, save that in this case fouls cost a team one half point instead of an opponent's free shot for goal, and because of the restriction of space much is made of the angle shots off the boards. Indoor polo has a generalship all its own, as the outdoor experts who have tried it have found to their cost, and the numbers of the positions mean next to nothing. The motto of the game is "Hit it where you find it," which means many a scoring shot with the backhand, and turning on the ball only when one has so manœuvred as to find his opponents reining in and themselves turning. Practically any position in the arena is a scoring position or an incipient scoring position, and there has been built up around the play a form of generalship as distinct and as effective as that applied by the Meadow Brook masters to the outdoor game.

Perhaps the greatest triumph of the indoor game, considered as a preparation for the outdoor affair, is the development of Winston Guest into the successor of the mighty Devereux Milburn

on America's Big Four that turned back the Argentines. It will be remembered that Guest on his big days out of doors, was anything but merely a back, that at one time or another he played all of the positions on the great

outdoor four, coming through again and again into the scoring positions. Well. much of that versatility was due to his experience under the roof of the Squadron armory, where he was always a outstanding star.

There will be Argentines in action sooner or later. When Jack Nelson.

who led the last invasion from the pam

pas, was in town, he had several con ferences with Granniss that were of considerable moment to the international feature of the game. Nelson was properly enthusiastic over the indoor game, and told of a player in the Argentine who was, in his opinion, better player indoors than the famous Lewis Lacey. In Buenos Aires there is a huge riding enclosure, but pole I has been handicaped from time to tim: by the fact that it was open to the skies. It is to be roofed in now, and the Argentines plan a development of the indoor game along the lines of their promotion of the outdoor sport.

In Chicago and Cincinnati the game is moving so fast, and there has been such a rapid increase in the number of players, that it is possible another year. that the championships will be moved into the Middle Western sector. There no doubt that a bid will be made for them. These championships com along in March, at a time when some the best mounts in the outdoor game. and also the players who have bee wintering in Florida, the Carolinas and elsewhere, are on their way North.

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N THE meantime there will be plenty of tournaments in and around the big indoor polo centers. In addition to the Squadron, which has three or four teams in action every week end, some times playing twice on the same day in New York, Philadelphia and Wes Point, there will be tournaments held in the Eastern sector by individual or ganizations, such as the New York Athletic Club, and the Riding and Driving Club of Brooklyn. In the West there will be the usual elimination

matches, as well as in Pennsylvanis and the New England area. It has be come a commonplace to say of any sport that it is in for its best season but it is certainly true of this sport that has fought and won an uphill battle for public favor, and won it purely on inherent merits.

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CORRESPONDENT takes issue with us on our ideas for the perfect bathroom, set before you in of of the issue of December 5th. With danger was aligns in red and blue pencil he marks

the spot over the tub where we intend ntines iso place a reading light. "Many pern Jacksons," writes he, "have been electrofrom tuted by touching an electric light fixad seveure, heater or telephone while in a that bathtub. What a pity this sugto the gestion cannot be recalled!" game. What he says is true. All ie over of us have heard of these ima player promptu electrocutions. Some his op of us have lived to tell the an the sale of how we have been s Aire kicked across a bathroom by ure. be an angry electric light fixture time which resented being touched open with wet hands. But there is in a very simple way of avoidveloping this danger, which is perlines laps not so generally known Sport. is it ought to be. In our ati te bathroom the light has a rhain pull, one of the links of evhich is of hard rubber, so that the fixture is thoroughly ll be insulated and no current can or. I get through. Elsewhere we eave seen chain pulls made

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of glass beads, which accomolish the same thing, since door glass is a non-conductor.

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As to our correspondent's langer signs on the telephone, we can only assure

im that he misread our haeaning. We do not intend do have a telephone in the a athroom. We think that here ought to be one room in he house where we can be

By W. R. BROOKS

ree from the solicitations of

Courtesy Frankl Galleries

1] asurance and electric refrig

rator salesmen, duns, and he curiosity of our friends. And by the way, there's a reading and for bathtub use. We haven't seen yet, but will tell you more about it

iter.

THE QUIK-SEAL FOOD JAR is a seful kitchen adjunct. It has a new ind of air-tight japanned metal cover, inged, that works with a snap catch. 'he jar itself is of clear glass.

Also for the kitchen are cooking ans made of Hyblum metal, which is

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IF YOU HAVE alternating current in your home, you can have an electric chiming clock-the Revere Telechronwhich plugs in on your light circuit, keeps correct time, and chimes musically at the proper intervals. You can have Westminster, Canterbury or Whittington chimes. We don't know the difference, as we haven't tried them over on our base plug, but we believe them to be melodious.

The clock is regulated direct from the power house, since its speed depends on the number of alternations of the current per second, and this is regulated by controlling the speed of the turbine, and checked by a master clock, corrected by wireless signals from the Government Observatory.

These clocks are made in
both mantel and floor models
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posed those tall ones were
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haps the change of sex has
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poses, to introduce a more
sentimental interest, or to
suggest a more duleet chime.

Α FOLDING umbrella which will fit into a specially made handbag is one of those novelties that look fairly The umbrella is practical. standard size, but folds into a 101⁄2 inch long cylinder for which a compartment is provided at the bottom of the bag. The bags are made in various colors of leather, and in snake and lizard. The umbrella will of course go easily into an overnight case.

LEWIS and Conger has on sale a plate of semi-rigid rubber for holding potted plants. It is deep enough to hold any water that may drain through the dirt in the pot, and permits you to put potted plants around the house on polished surfaces without ruining the varnish. It isn't obtrusive in appear

ance.

The Sacco-Vanzetti Letters

The Letters of Sacco and Vanzetti, edited by Marion Denman Frankfurter and Gardner Jackson: Viking Press.

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N THE seven years that they lay in prison, Sacco and Vanzetti wrote hundreds of letters; Vanzetti especially found pleasure in writing, he being a better scholar than his friend and more of a philosopher. A portion of the English letters are presented in this volume, edited only to the extent of having had purely personal paragraphs, irrelevancies and repetitions excised. And to the letters are appended a brief history of the case, Sacco's and Vanzetti's speeches to the court when sentence was passed, Vanzetti's letter to Governor Fuller and his last statement.

These letters have not much literary value. There is sometimes an awkward poetry in Sacco's misuse of English, and a fitness in Vanzetti's words which, for all its pedantry, gives force to his writing. Such sentences as "Babblers count naught" to explain his unwillingness to write a "moral or political testament," and "my heart is a tabernacle where my mother, and she was brave, lives" are sturdy prose. But it is as human documents that the letters are precious. To most of us Sacco and Vanzetti have been names-names to shake the world with and to shout at heaven, but names for all that: or the sad faces in a photograph. Only to those who knew them could they be other. But with the publication of these letters that is changed. Rarely do personalities emerge so clearly from. written pages. The "good shoemaker" becomes young, ardent, a lover and father, a boy "who was always hunting for find one plant of those good red rose," pleased with the verses of Carrie Jacobs Bond, proud, bitter, understanding completely the nature of his martyrdom and incapable of promise with his principles in any attempt to alter it. The "poor fish peddler" is a student and philosopher, gentle, often humorous, childlike at times, of a sanguine temperament, more pitiful, more tolerant, older. Both men loved Italy, loved nature and all natural things. Their letters show much of the universal quality of tragedy,

com

that men when they come to die, for whatever petty reason or great cause, like children reaching for a well-known hand, find comfort in the memories of

youth. Sacco and Vanzetti, waiting for death, "babbled of green fields." These letters are a vital part of the

The Most Discussed Books

THIS list is compiled from the lists of the ten best-selling volumes sent us by wire by the following book-shops each week:

New York-Brentano's;
Rochester-Scrantoms Inc.;
Cleveland-Korner & Wood;

St. Louis Scruggs, Vandevoort, & Barney;
Denver-Kendrick Bellamy Company;
Houston-Teolin Pillot Company:
San Francisco-Paul Elder & Co.;
Baltimore-Norman, Remington Company;
Kansas City-Emery Bird Thayer:
Atlanta-Miller's Book Store:

Los Angeles-Bullock's;
Chicago Marshall Field & Co.;
Cincinnati-Stewart Kidd;
Portland, Oregon-J. K. Gill Company;

Fiction

The Hounds of God, by Raphael Sabatini: Houghton, Mifflin. Not one of Sabatini's best. The Armada and the Inquisition provide the background. Reviewed November 21.

Point Counter Point, by Aldous Huxley: Doubleday, Doran. The story of a varied group of London's semi-intellectuals. It is very long and complicated, but a brilliant piece of work. Reviewed November 21.

The Case of Sergeant Grischa, by Arnold Zweig: Viking Press. A fine story of a Russian war prisoner and the lives upon which his life impinged.

The Wanderer, by Alain Fournier: Houghton. Mifflin. This is a moving story of a dreamer's search for perfection written in simple and beautiful prose.

Harness, by A. Hamilton Gibbs: Little, Brown & Co. The "old things" still carry on in this story of a post-war couple and the difficulty of mixing careers and matrimony. October 31.

Non-Fiction

Reviewed

Har

Elizabeth and Essex, by Lytton Strachey: court, Brace. Reviewed December 26. Meet General Grant, by W. E. Woodward: Liveright. Another "de-bunking" biography. Whither Mankind, edited by Charles A. Beard: Macmillan. A symposium of "expert" opinion upon the goal of mankind and its progress toward it. Discussed briefly December 5.

Rasputin. by R. Fulop-Miller: Viking Press. This extraordinary story reads like fiction and gives a fine picture of the czarist society in the last stage of its collapse. Bibliography and illustrations are good. Reviewed November 14.

in the service of the cause in which t believed, or have bombed munitions f tories or assassinated czars. But th could not have committed the crime which, officially, they were execute Out from a dark page of our Nation history, their words, these letters, shi with a clear and unquenchable lig They should be read by every pers in this country.

And a Novel

"Boston," by Upton Sinclair: Albert and Chas Boni.

HERE is a lot of buckshot pack

Tinto this double-barreled "histori

novel." It will be no less than mir
ulous if Mr. Upton Sinclair is
burnt in effigy on the Boston Comm
before the year is out.

But many of us will offer no e of thanks to Mr. Sinclair for appl a fine-tooth comb to that impondera and confusing litter of case documents coming out of the seven-year inqu tion of Sacco and Vanzetti, and te inating in their martyrdom. The essere of those pitiless years are woven the story with all the perspicuity of fine historian, and all the latitudinara sympathies of a fine novelist.

Though the main reason for t

existence of these two volumes is mediately apparent, the purely fictiti characters are as vivid and palpable the real figures of Sacco and Va zetti. Cornelia Thornwell, the authe major creation, is the wife of and governor of the Commonwealth, wh upon the death of her illustrious spous yields to the first Protestant act of her life; at the fragile age of six she leaves the ease and affluence the Back Bay for a job in the Plymo Cordage Company, and a room at t Brini's, where she meets their of boarder, Vanzetti. It is through th imagined association of Cornelia w this Tolstoyan fish-peddler, that novel rapidly and efficiently progres fac illuminating, in its course, every

of Vanzetti's Utopian faith in t brotherhood of man, and his comple disapproval of the machinery of

January 2, 1929

Doa-constrictor of society. To save his reader from any possible uneasiness at any time, Mr. Sinclair hastily shifts he scene to the relatives of Cornelia, offering the pleasant contrast of their the caristocratic imbecilities.

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As is frequently the case in books of this sort, there are dangerous momitted ments when the argument is too tightly they wer loaded to admit the reader natural and page of easy breathing. Social manifestoes in thehemselves are perilous threads to emoroider into the novel. Because they ad byge so quickly, and are so soon displaced by new protestations, they may carry the novel along in their decay. That is why so few people today other Novel than students find much pleasure in car: Abe reading Kingsley's "Yeast," and "Alton Locke." Perhaps that too is the reason of bad why the reputation of Mr. H. G. Wells hart is hanging fire, and may not completely no less recover from the stigma attached to his Sind tireless zeal to leave the world a little eBot better than he found it.

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Mr. Sinclair is not similarly guilty of expanding a personal doctrine into day-dream. In collaboration with "The Great Novelist who makes hisatory" Mr. Sinclair has guarded himself against the transience of soap-box eth rhetoric, and the ineffectual slander of lom. Ta pamphleteer. Events and facts are

ven

precious to him, and, for the most part, he sticks to them for dear life, squeez

eating from them their last drop of human

meaning. Where condemnation is necessary he does not mince words. He spares nothing and nobody. He anathematizes everything from streets Bostonians walk in, to the coddfish balls they have for their breakfast. Yet everywhere, he seems justified, never once unnecessarily venemous, never once cracking his whip flippantly in the thin air for the sake of the gesture. The bruises that Mr. Sinclair has left on the body of Boston cannot be healed by a witch-doctor.

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E. M. BENSON.

Was Jesus a Pacifist? Madness of War, by Harold S. Brewster: Harper.

RESIDENT COOLIDGE's Armistice Day speech, the proposed cruiser increase in our navy, the Kellogg Peace Pact and our growing commercial

rivalry with England have, in the last few months, focused the attention of our citizens upon international relations. In less pleasant phraseology, this means that the attention of the public is being turned toward the age-old

From "The Water Elf and the Miller's Child," written and illustrated by Margaret and Mary Baker (Duffield). The silhouette illustrations in this book revive the charm and quaintness of the silhouettes in the German picture books imported years ago

pacifist? Must a true follower of His refuse to bear arms even in wars of defense? It is such questions as these which are discussed by the Very Reverend Harold S. Brewster, D. D., Dean of Gethsemane Cathedral in Fargo, North Dakota in a vigorous, challenging book, "Madness of War."

Superpatriotic Americans will not relish Dean Brewster's discussion, for he traces much of our foreign policy to the desire for gain on the part of powerful self-seeking groups. American wars, as well as European, have been waged for base motives. There was the Mexican War to increase slave territory, and our war with Spain to make Cuba safe for American sugar interests.

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But super-Marxian economists will not be much more favorably impressed for the author does not advocate social revolution as the only or final solution. What he does do is to face realistically the fact that deep down in human nature there is the desire for revenge, there is blood lust and other unseemly survivals of our animal inheritance. Deep down within us there lurk those evil spirits, always waiting and ready to be called up by the war mongers.

The heart of his attack is found in his insistence that Jesus was utterly and completely opposed to all war. Dean Brewster believes that one of the two outstanding teachings of Jesus is the sinfulness of using physical compulsion to accomplish moral ends. Here, he asserts, the real meaing of the cross is to be found. Only through love and self-sacrifice can moral gains come. No matter how good and righteous the cause, methods of physical compulsion will bring but husks of achievement. Dean Brewster would call the Church to repudiate war and all its works. He minces no words: "Failure to accept the peace of God as Jesus taught it, therefore, is a collapse of faith. A Church that encourages or even condones war under any circumstances is an apostate Church. It has repudiated the Faith." And he would call the individual followers of the Prince of Peace to refuse to bear arms for any earthly consideration whatsoever.

Now, of course, this is radical teaching. Not all scholars would agree that this was the teaching of Jesus. But enough evidence can be marshaled for it to make it necessary for men and women prefessing to follow the Nazarene to weigh that evidence most carefully. The American citizen who is neither a jingo nor a Communist may well read and ponder. The old book of "Diamond on War" gives the argument for Christian pacifism in more detail, but Brewster's book is more effective in its appeal to our generation. EDMUND B. CHAFFEE.