‘PERSPECTIVES,’ by the Editor of the Atlantic, was, in a slightly altered form, read by him as a lecture on the Moody Foundation at the University of Chicago. ▵ Immediately after completing Mutiny on the Bounty, done in collaboration with Charles Nordhoff, James Norman Hall refilled his inkpot and turned his imagination loose upon this remarkable short story, ’Lord of Marutea. The manner of its telling Chaucer would have approved, but the tale itself is pure Hall. No one knows better than he the strange fascination of the South Seas, for, since the war, he has dwelt under the palms and breadfruit trees at Papeete, Tahiti. Willard L. Sperry (‘ The New Asceticism’) is Dean of the Harvard Theological School. ▵ There can he only one Helen Keller (‘ Three Days to See’). ▵ Born under the last Tsar and educated for a military career, W. Petro-Pavlovsky served as a lieutenant in the Russian Army until the outbreak of the revolution. He was imprisoned by the Bolsheviks, but, escaping to France, received a commission in the French Army and fought until peace was restored. He then accompanied the French Military Mission to Siberia, and later took up residence in China, securing professional employment with American engineering firms, it was in 1927 and 1928, while he was in charge of the construction of a canal in Manchuria, that he had the adventures hero related ( A Manchurian Racketeer’). More recently, he has executed important missions for the French Government, has been rewarded with French citizenship, and now resides in Paris. Geoffrey Johnson (‘Mother to Son’) is a British poet whose published works comprise two volumes — The Quest Unending and Changing Horizons. ▵ ‘The Royal Road to Bankruptcy’ is a chapter out of the life of One Who Took the Ride, and who, for obvious reasons, prefers to remain anonymous.

Theodore Spencer (‘The Poetry of T. S. Eliot’) has won degrees from Princeton, Cambridge, and Harvard, has edited A Garland for John Donne, and is now an instructor and tutor in the Harvard English department. R. H. Sherrick (‘Chore Boy’) says that he ‘came out of a Hoosier college in 1924 with a major in the biological sciences and a desire to be a writer. This is his first short story to be published. Norman Hapgood (‘Will Hays — and What the Pictures Do to Us’) has had a widely varied career; his range includes distinguished work as a dramatic critic, the editorship of Collier’s and other magazines, and a diplomatic rôle as Minister to Denmark toward the close of the World War. ▵ Another contributor of multiple talents is Llewelyn Powys (' On the Other Side of the Quantocks’). Long identified as a writer of charming books, he has also been a stock farmer in Kenya and a journalist in New York. His favorite recreation, he says, is ‘walking in the open country.’ ▵ Best known as an economist, William Trufant Foster was one of the original group which organized the Committee on the Costs of Medical Care. The final report of the Committee has just been issued, and in ‘Dollars, Doctors, and Disease’ Mr. Foster explains its significance. Jael Kent (“Typical Vermonters’) will be remembered as the author of ‘Beggars Can Choose,’ published in the July Atlantic. There she related delightfully how she, a ‘foreigner’ from Chicago, came to make her home in a crossroads village slumbering among the Green Mountains. ▵ Born in Brooklyn, of a family of transplanted Vermonters, Robert W. New graduated from Harvard in 1916 and felt that he was going back home when he went to till the hillside acres of his own ‘ Vermont Farm.’ ▵ A graduate of Oberlin, Josephine E. Roberts has taught school and carried on social service work in a large settlement house. ‘The Liar’ is a true story. David Friday (‘1933’) looks at the immediate future with the eye of an economist who has had large experience in the practical conduct of financial enterprises. ▵ A young widow, Mina Curtiss (' The Midst of Life’) is an Associate Professor of English at Smith College, where she has taught for the past twelve years. Educated at Smith, Columbia, Radcliffe, and London University, she served during the war in the Military Intelligence at Washington. She is the daughter of the well-known merchant, Louis E. Kirstein.

May the editors of the Atlantic express their gratitude for the appreciation, so generously given, which greeted the appearance of the Diamond Jubilee number. The edition was sold out long before the month was ended, and we hope that a collection which will never be republished may long remain on the shelves of our subscribers.

When medicine was magic.

In the year 1596, Dr. Oswaldt Gäbelthouer, Court Physician to the Duke of Württemberg and Theck, published a remarkable book in which he divulged to the reading public the precious secrets of the healing art which he had gathered and applied throughout a lifetime of devotion to his profession, Artzneybuch was its title, and it is the subject of an instructive little monograph by Professor S. L. Millard Rosenborg of the University of California, Sixteenth Century German Medicine, of which he has sent us a copy. In it Professor Rosenberg quotes many of the good Court Physician’s favorite prescriptions, of which the following may be cited as representative specimens. Any reader who wishes to lest their efficacy will do so at his peril.

A remedy for nausea and dizziness which Dr. Gäbelthouer recommended as almost infallible, since he said he had tried it with the greatest success for forty-nine years of practice, was this: ‘Take the brains of a fox, caught by dogs; bake it, and give it to the patient on an empty stomach of mornings, without any other food for some three or four hours. This remedy is most effective when the brain is secured from a fox caught in the forenoon when the moon is crescent in Virgo. To bring about complete cure, three separate fox brains are lo be consumed successively, the animal always to be caught in the forenoon, by dogs. . . . Drink very little wine, and no strong wine whatever; wear corals around the neck day and night, and a cure is certain, with God’s help.'

' If blinded by cataract, take a goodly quantity of crickets, crush in a clean mortar, and squeeze the juice through a cloth. Apply to the eye three times a day, one drop only, morning, noon, and night, until sight, is restored.’

For epilepsy: ‘Take the right eye of a wolf, the left of a she-wolf; dry, and hang about the neck of the patient, who must wear them for three months continuously, during which time he must neither bathe nor otherwise get his body wet.’

For insanity: ‘Take a freshly baked loaf of bread; remove the soft inner part and replace with a complete ox-brain; bind on the patient’s head and it will cure his brain and restore his mind.’

‘For weak heart, or palpitation of the heart, or any heart trouble, nothing is better than good wine, quantities of it, frequently resorted to. A few coins of fine gold placed in the wine vessel will add to the wine’s effectiveness.’

‘It’ a worm attacks your heart, cut up a large radish, mix with salt, and eat on an empty stomach. Your heart worm fears nothing so much as a radish.’

For goitre: ‘Take a horse’s hoof, bake till charred in a new pot; grind to powder; mix with oil. Use this salve frequently.’

For cramp: ‘ Hang the tail of an otter about the patient’s neck. That will drive the cramp away. Or you may hang the teeth of a March hare about the sufferer’s neck, next the skin. This has proved very helpful.

For cancer: ‘Heat the juice of peach-tree leaves, small burrs, and nettles; moisten a cloth with the mixture, and apply. . . . Or take the tongue of a wolf, dry thoroughly, powder; make into a salve with flour and honey. Before applying, wash the sore places well with wine.’

For fever: ‘Secure the hearts of three pickerel, keep about an hour in sharp vinegar, and eat raw. . . . For a three-day fever, try your best to have the patient swallow a fresh pickerel heart at one gulp; if impossible, get it into him as best you can.’

For wounds: ’If produced with iron or any weapon whatever, secure the weapon it you can and bury it deep in the soil until a cure is effected; then you may pull it out again.'

Saga of the highway.

Dear Atlantic, —
The American motorist may easily experience a native version of Owen Tweedy’s ‘Want a Lift?’ published in your September issue. In the course of a single short New England trip, I found the giving of lifts an absorbing introduction to the saga of t he highway.
Out of Springfield l picked up a disheartened salesman of soap, lugging a valise up a steep Berkshire highway. ‘People are not buying.’ he contided to me. ‘Hold on to their money; scared of times.’ And then in a solemn tone he added, ‘I’m afraid of this winter — afraid.’
Farther along a caner of chairs, enveloped in a huge twist of rattan, swung into the seat beside me — a true Yankee, bristling with that rugged individualism so dear to the White House. He was still stiff from a night’s lodging in the local jail, where the cold, hard charity of a thinly blanketed floor was not denied him. Chair bottoms, he assured me, are being self-repaired by the simple and economic expedient of a handy board.
Later it was a mender of umbrellas — a little fellow lost in a dusty topcoat which served as a duffle by day and a blanket by night. ’I wish Henry Ford had never been born,’he sputtered. He ruined ray business. When it rains, people stay at home or ride in the Ford. They never use umbrellas any more.’
The stream of life which the solitary motorist can thus dip into by the mere opening of his car door is as rich and as varied as that of the immortal road which ran from Southwark down to Canterbury. But the modern road has a closer kinship with the Elizabethan road, which swarmed with ‘healthy beggars,’ spawn of the Inclosure Acts.
Brooklyn, New York

Agassiz’s famous turtle.

Dear Atlantic, —
In reading the Diamond Jubilee issue, I am reminded that I have, been a reader or the Atlanlic for sixty years and a subscriber for fifty years. I commenced reading borrowed numbers when I was nineteen, and, since I left school at fifteen years of age to go to work, the magazine became an important adjunct in the continuing of my education.
One of the reprinted articles, ‘Turtle Eggs for Agassiz,’ is of particular interest, for I believe that Professor Jenks stalked the turtle on my grandfather’s farm, on the shore of either Assawompsett or Long Pond, in Plymouth County, Massachusetts.
Hollywood, California

Edward Rowland Sill, known and unknown.

Dear Atlantic, —
In your Diamond Jubilee issue you discuss the authorship of the various articles in the Contributors’ Club, and suggest specifically that your readers attempt to guess the authorship of ‘Out They Go,’ ‘A Middle-Aged Young Person,’ and ' A Discussion in Ethics.’ I am sure you are right in saying that the first two show signs of ‘having flowed from the same ink bottle’; but I’ll go you one better and say that the same mind —or ink bottle, if you prefer— produced all three of these delightful bits of fooling. In The Prose of Edward Rowland Sill (Houghton, Mifflin Co.. 1900) you will find ’Out They Go’ on page 329 under the title ‘Choosing a Class of People for Extermination,’ and ' A Discussion in Ethics’ on page 246 under the title ‘The Ethics of the Plank at Sea.’ I have been unable to find ‘A Middle-Aged Young Person’ among Sill’s works, but its sprightly tone is so suggestive of Sill there is no doubt in my mind that he is also the author of that.
These three prose bits, added to ‘The Fool’s Prayer.’ give your Diamond Jubilee Number a real Sill flavor. I wonder if you knew you were publishing four pieces by that unhappy poet. He was so pitifully ambitious for literary recognition that I imagine it would have made him intensely happy if he could have looked ahead fifty years to an anniversary number of the Allantic which would reprint four of his pieces, passing over some of the greatest names in American literature. It will always stand to the credit of the Atlantic that Thomas Bailey Aldrich, as editor, was the first to introduce Sill to Eastern readers and did a great deal to instill in him much needed confidence in his ability.
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

The predatory price-cutter.

Dear Atlantic, —
In the December article, ‘False Bargains Betray Us,’ Mr. Calkins fails to mention one chief cause for the flood of ‘dreck, shoddy, borax, and schlag.’ That is the predatory price-cutter who advertises ‘every manufactured product possessing that indefinable something . . . vaguely designated as quality’ at a price so low that be cannot make a living profit on it. Hence he seeks to switch his customer to something which looks as good but is actually enough cheaper so that he can make his necessary profit.
By Supreme Court interpretation of the Sherman Anti-Trust Act, the manufacturer of standard goods, bound to quality by his name or trademark, is deemed to have lost his interest when he parts title to the goods. Thus he is at the mercy of the price-cutter, both as to price and as to substitution.
A modification of the Anti-Trust Act, allowing the manufacturer to control resale prices of nonmonopoly trade-marked articles, would go far to eliminate the evils pointed out by Mr. Calkins.
East Jaffrey, New Hampshire

Infamy as punishment.

Dear Atlantic, —
I have read with interest Mr. B. k. Sandwell’s article on ‘The Declining Disrepute of Murder’ in your September issue, and I feel that it must have given all your readers, as it gave me, much reason for thought.
I have wondered whether, in order to create in the mind of the criminal the impression of the disrepute of his action, which we all agree he should have, — it would not be well for the various states to revive in their jurisprudence the common-law theory of an ‘infamous crime,’the effect of which was to compel a forfeiture of all civil rights of the convict. Some years ago, in a courtroom in Tennessee, I listened to the most impressive sentence which I have ever heard given in a criminal court. The judge said, in effect: —
‘You have been convicted by a jury of your peers of the crime of robbery. It is the sentence of this court that you be confined in the state penitentiary for a period of ten years, one day in each year to be spent in solitary confinement, where you may meditate upon the nature of your crime and the consequences thereof. And you are hereby rendered infamous. You shall no longer have the civil rights which pertain to citizenship in the State of Tennessee. You shall never again exercise the elective franchise. You shall never again be eligible to hold public office. You shall never hereafter be competent to serve as a juror in a court of law.’
These disabilities, under the common law, were a part of the punishment administered to every criminal who was convicted of what was termed an infamous crime — VIZ., crimes of violence and such crimes as perjury. Would it not be wise to restore to the law the punishment, of infamy, in so far as it would affect the civil disabilities of the convict, particularly the right to vote and the right to hold office?
University of Michigan Law School
Ann Arbor, Michigan

The Delaware law again.

Dear Atlantic, —
Although a reader of the Atlantic Monthly for many years, I have never heretofore invited myself into your Contributors’ Column.
The article by Mr. John T. Flynn in your September issue, entitled ‘Why Corporations Leave Home,’ is interesting but inexact. I hold no brief for the State of Delaware, but Mr. Flynn’s statement that ‘directors’ meetings may be held outside the state, but stockholders must meet there,’ is not sustained by the facts. To the contrary, the Delaware statutes provide specifically (Section 32): ‘All stockholders and directors may, however, hold their meetings and have an office or offices outside of this state, if the by-laws so provide,’ As a practical matter, nearly all corporations provide in their by-laws for holding Stockholders’ meetings at such place as the general offices of the corporation are located.
St. Louis, Missouri

An author speaks his mind.

Dear Atlantic. —
Some time ago I sent you a story, ‘Phantasy.’ To-day you returned this story, accompanied by your usual form letter, in which you state. ‘The editors of the Atlantic thank you for submitting this manuscript, and regret that they have been unable to adapt it to the magazine.’
Will you kindly let me know, by return mail, why you have been unable to adapt my story to your magazine? Will you also kindly let me know the real reason for your rejection of my story? There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that you have made up your mind (for some strange reason unknown even to you) not to accept my material.
I am an author of national repute, and I receive from 1c to 2c a word for my work. I have sold 13 articles to the Etude, 13 lo the Musical Forecast, 4 to Harmony in the Home Magazine, 3 to Pacific Coast Musician, 2 to the Crescendo, 1 to the Musical Observer, 1 to Live and Learn Magazine, etc. On a Friday 13th, June 1930, I won Second Prize in the Musical Essay Contest conducted by the Camden Courier. . . . If other editors have gladly accepted my writings, I see no reason why you can’t do likewise. The meanness of your temperament is the only thing that stands in the way of an acceptance of my material by your periodical. . . .
You have never purchased any of my writings, yet I am utterly unable of writing anything but perfect work. All sane editors purchase my material. . . .
If you have an unprejudiced mind toward all kinds of material, why have n’t you accepted any of my contributions? Trusting to hear from you favorably and fully, by return mail. I am
Yours sincerely,

Shull xve have it? What says the reader?

Dear Atlantic, —
I have written the story of my life and I am taking the liberty of calling to your attention a newsreel that I am making to-day for Hearst Movietone News and M. G. M. Movietone News at San Pedro, California.
Every word of the story is true and I am of the opinion that it would make a wonderful serial for your magazine.
I am an ex-naval lieutenant, a Chief Marine Engineer, and have followed that work for the past twenty-five years, traveling completely around the world many times.
I have been married in different parts of the world fourteen different times. I write about each wife in detail, from the time we met until the divorce.
I write about two ill-faled steamships; how the insurance companies hold the bag.
I write about smuggling, diamonds, opium, and running contraband for the French High Commission during the war: mutiny, etc.
If you are interested I shall he glad to submit the story to you for perusal, and, should you like it, we could negotiate as to terms.
Trusting to receive a favorable reply, I am,
Very truly yours,
WILLIAM COMERFORD Los Angeles, California