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...frequent question to Roman Catholic churchmen is: why so great a proportion of Catholics in prison populations? In last week's issue of The Commonweal, urbane Catholic weekly, was a reply by Father John P. McCaffrey, Roman Catholic chap lain at Sing Sing. Chief point: prison populations mirror the localities upon which they draw. Father McCaffrey demonstrates by a section in Massachusetts, as follows...
Turning Fox. Ousted from his film company, hounded by lawsuits, pop-eyed William Fox has lain low on his Long Island estate ever since the Senate Banking & Currency Committee tried unsuccessfully to put him on the witness stand to unsnarl his jumbled stock dealings (TIME, June 27, et seq) Not in his recent rôle of sued but as suer Mr. Fox made news last week when the first of his major suits against the makers and users of sound film reproduction equipment for alleged infringement of patents (U. S. rights to which Mr. Fox personally acquired from...
Newspapers rejoiced last week in a new and different murder story for their front pages. The.victim was a girl. Her remains had lain undiscovered in Minnesota, not just a few hours, but for many years. The number of years was what made the story, as a murder story, a newspaper hoax and a scientist's delight. Professor Albert Ernest Jenks of the University of Minnesota gave the story its first publication. Speaking before the National Academy of Science meeting at Ann Arbor last week, he set the number of years at some 200 centuries. That would make the Minnesota...
Potatoes normally contain about .06% of a poison principle called solanin. In potatoes which have lain partly above ground during growth or have sprouted during storage the solanin content may increase to a point where the potatoes are unfit to eat. Symptoms of potato poisoning are similar to those of ordinary food poisoning: chills, fever, headache, vomiting, diarrhea, such as Washington's picnickers experienced last week...
...little white house near the Forest of Fontainebleau an aged, paralytic blind-man has lain for months listening to the poems of Walt Whitman. Sometimes his wife would read them to him, sometimes young Eric Fenby, a Yorkshireman like himself. But it was always Whitman the blindman asked for, preferably the later poems written when Whitman was paralyzed, dying. In Queen's Hall, London, last week, a great crowd marveled at the Songs of Farewell which blind Frederick Delius had written for double choir and orchestra. The words were Whitman's: How sweet the silent backward tracings...