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Well-run Cincinnati voted nay on municipal ownership for an interesting reason. The citizens there decided against buying Cincinnati Gas & Electric's plant not because they were unsympathetic to public ownership but because they plan to get their electricity from Cove Creek Dam, the Tennessee Valley Authority's proposed power plant on the Tennessee River near Knoxville. The Cincinnati Southern, municipally-owned railway, passes within 10 mi. of the proposed dam-site. Transmission lines could be cheaply strung along the right-of-way into Cincinnati where current would be distributed by a publicly-owned system...
...supply of electricity, . . . A fair estimate is that 25% of the investment in power houses and transmission lines is idle and is piling up fixed charges. . . ." He further recognized that the nation's power surplusage would soon be increased by Federal and State power projects at Muscle Shoals, Cove Creek, Boulder Dam, Bonneville Dam (Ore.), Grand Coulee Dam (Wash...
...Island privateers of 1812 coming home from a long cruise. Readers who like their melodrama with a dash of historicity, a seasoning of salty nautical gab, should enjoy Author La Farge's latest. The armed brig Glimpse, Jonas Dodge, Master, was three years out of Chog's Cove, R. I. She had had some close escapes from British cruisers; her crew had a fat share of prize money coming to them. Their last capture, a sloop flying the Spanish flag, they discovered too late was a U. S. vessel. Of the prize crew of four men put aboard...
...weakened by the fringes of a Puritanical conscience. There are Jonas Dodge, Master, Zeke Nyas, Indian Quartermaster, and a dozen others. Mr. LaFarge has portayed all these swiftly and surely. But towering above them all is Jeremiah Disney, nephew of the mate, son of the Chog's Cove pastor. The story of Jeremiah Disney's moral disintegration, the picture of his unbalanced mind with its varnish of biblical Puritanism, is, in this reviewer's opinion, Mr. LaFarge's finest piece of work. It is marred only by a melodramatic and unnecessary close...
...Ephraim Brown was home, Chog's Cove soaking in through his pores. And here, before him was Susannah, with a small basket of apples on her arm, "a solid simple woman in an old dress and a soiled apron, a woman two thousand miles from a dark girl at Pamilco, a woman all infinity from Celestine" at New Orleans. "You could no more compare Celestine to her than you could a glass of absinthe to a good field." Her large red mouth was slightly open. He said, "It's me." She said, "Aiyes...