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Paul Thompson

This is the latest type of fighting ship in New York's municipal navy. There is no truce in the
war in which this ship is engaged—the war against fire. She flies the city's flag, bright with the
orange and blue of New Netherlands, at the truck. She named for one of the ablest of the city's
Mayors, John Purroy Mitchel, whose tragic death in an aviation accident during the war was e

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Coming in from the fishing grounds off Newfoundland, the trawler Dawn, coated with ice, is here seen arriving at her dock in Boston. A member of the crew is shown chopping out the dory



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old age.


MUST warn you at the outset that the man hardly ever leaving the farm crepit, died, and were buried. Boys who unless you or some of your folks now even to go to town. His wife said were learning their letters then grew

came from Vermont it is hardly once that he seemed to feel as though up, married, had children, and became worth your while to read about Old Man he never could get caught up on the Selectmen in their turn. Old Man WarWarner. You will not be able to see years he had missed during the war. ner's sons grew old and died, and the anything in his story except, as we say She said that he always had thought the names of most of his grandchildren, in Vermont, a "gape and swallow" about world of his own home.

scattered all over the West, were unnothing. Well, I don't claim much dra- The boys did pretty well out in Iowa, known to us. And still the old man matic action for the story of Old Man had the usual ups and downs of pioneer lived alone in his home and "did for Warner, but I am setting it down on the farmers, and by 1898, when their himself." chance that it may fall into the hands mother died, leaving their father alone Every spring when road work began of some one brought up on Vermont at seventy-one, they were men of forty- the Selectmen groaned over having to stories, as I was. I know that for him eight and forty-six who had comfortable keep up the Arnold Hollow Road, and there will be something in Old Man homes to which to invite him to pass his every autumn they tried their best to Warner's life, something of Vermont,

persuade the old man to come down to something we feel and cannot express, Everybody in our town began to lay a settlement, where he could be taken as we feel the incommunicable aura of plans about what they would buy at the care of. Our town is very poor; taxes a personality.

auction when Old Man Warner would are a heavy item in our calculations; The old man has been a weight on the sell off his things, as the other Arnold it is just all we can do to keep our collective mind of our town ever since I Hollow families had; for by this time, schools and roads going, and we grudge was a little girl, and that is a long time for one reason or another, the Warners

every penny we are forced to spend on ago.

He was an old man even then. were the only people left up there. Also tramps, paupers, or the indigent sick. Year after year as our Board of Select- the Selectmen planned to cut out the Selectmen in whose régime town exmen planned the year's town budget Arnold Hollow Road and put the tidy penses were high are not only never rethey had this worry about Old Man little sum saved from the upkeep of that elected to town office, but their name is Warner, and what to do with him. It into improvements on the main valley a byword and a reproach for years afterwas not that old Mr. Warner was a dan- thoroughfare. But old Mr. Warner wards. We elect them, among other gerous character, anything but wrote his sons and told the Selectmen things, to see to it that town expenses strictly honest and law-abiding. But he that he saw no reason for leaving his are not high, and to lay their plans achad his own way of bothering his fellow- home to go and live in a strange place cordingly. citizens.

and be a burden to his children, with Two decades of Selectmen, heavy with In his young days he had inherited a whom, having seen them at the rarest this responsibility, tried to lay their farm from his father, back up in Arnold intervals during the last thirty years, plans accordingly in regard to Old Man Hollow, where at that time, about 1850, he did not feel very well acquainted. Warner, and ran their heads into a there was a cozy little settlement of five And he always had liked his own home. stone wall. One Board of Selectmen or six farms with big families. He set- Why should he leave it? It was pretty after another knew exactly what would tled there, cultivated the farm, married, late in the day for him to get used to happen: the old dumb-head would get a and brought up a family of three sons. Western ways. He'd just be a bother stroke of paralysis, or palsy, or softenWhen the Civil War came, he volun- to his boys. He didn't want to be a ing of the brain, or something; and the teered together with his oldest boy and bother to anybody, and he didn't pro- town treasury would bleed at every pore went off to fight in the second year of pose to be! There were a good many for expensive medical service, maybe an the war. He came back alone in 1864, protests all round, but of course the operation at a hospital; and after that the son having fallen in the Battle of Selectmen had not the faintest author- somebody paid to take care of him. If the Wilderness. And he went back up ity over him, and, as quite probably his they could only ship him off to his to Arnold Hollow to live, and there he sons were at heart relieved, nothing was family! One of the granddaughters, stayed, although the rest of his world done. The town very grudgingly voted now a middle-aged woman, kept up a broke up and rearranged itself in a dif- the money to keep up the Arnold Hollow tenuous connection with the old man ferent pattern, mostly centering about Road, but consoled itself by saying and answered, after long intervals, the new railway track in the main val- freely that the old cuss never had been anxious communications from the Seley.

so very bright, and was worse now; lectmen. Or if not that, if only they Only the older men returned to the evidently had no idea what he was try- could get him down out of there in the Arnold Hollow settlement to go on culti- ing to do and would soon get tired of winter, so that they would not be sadvating their steep, rocky farms. The living alone and “doing for himself.” dled with the perpetual worry about younger ones set off for the West, the That was twenty-two years ago. what was happening to him, with the two remaining Warner boys with the Selectmen who were then vigorous and perpetual need to break out the road and others. Their father and mother stayed, middle-aged of fifty-five, grew old, de- go up there to see that he was all right! But Old Man Warner was still not and cheerful voices, as there had been down to the valley. He remarked that bright enough to see any reason why he in the old days. But for a solitary child he "guessed there wasn't no law in Vershould lie down on his own folks or why there was nothing but a breathlessly mont," and so forth, just as he had to he should not live in his own home. hushed, sunny glade of abandoned farm- their fathers. He was so old that he When gentle expostulations were tried, homes, drooping and gray. You went could no longer straighten up as he said he always answered mildly that he past the creepy place as fast as your it, for his back was helplessly bent with guessed he'd rather go on living the way horse could gallop and clattered into the rheumatism, and for lack of teeth he he was for a whil longer; and when thicket of shivering white birches which whistled ind clucked and lisped a good blustering was tried he straightened up, grew close to the road like a screen, and deal as he pronounced his formula. But looked the blusterer in the eye, and said then-there was no sensation in my his meaning was as clear as it had been he guessed there wasn't no law in Ver- childhood quite like the coming out into thirty years ago.

They came sulkily mont to turn a man off his own farm the ordered, inhabited, humanized little away without him, knowing that they s' long he paid his debts, and he didn't clearing in front of Old Man Warner's would both be laughed at and blamed in owe any that he knew of.

home. There were portly hens crooning the valley because the cussed old crab That was the fact, too. He paid spot around the close-cropped grass, and a nad got the best of them again. cash for what he bought in his semi- pig grunting sociably from his pen at Last February a couple of men, crossyearly trips to the village to "do trad- you, and shining milk-pans lying in the ing over to a lumber job on Hemlock ing," as our phrase goes. He bought sun tilted against the white-birch sticks Mountain by way of the Arnold Hollow very little—a couple of pairs of over- of the wood-pile, and Old Man Warner Road, saw no smoke coming out of the alls a year, a bag apiece of sugar and himself, infinitely aged and stooped, in chimney, knocked at the door, and, getcoffee and rice and salt and flour, some his faded clean overalls, emerging from ting no answer, opened it and stepped raisins and pepper. And once or twice the barn door to peer at you out of his in. There lay Old Man Warner, dead on during the long period of his hermit life bright old eyes and to give you a hearty, his kitchen floor in front of his wellan overcoat and a new pair of trousers. "Well, you're quite a long ways from blacked cook-stove. The tiny, crooked What he brought down from his farm home, don't you know it? Git off your old body was fully dressed, even to a was more than enough to pay for such horse, can't ye? I've got a new calf in fur cap and mittens, and in one hand purchases, for he continued to cultivate here." Or perhaps if it was a Sunday was his sharp, well-ground ax. One his land, less and less of it of course he sat in the sun on the front porch, stove-lid was off, and a charred stick of each year, but still enough to feed his with a clean shirt on, reading the wood lay half in and half out of the firehorse and cow and pig and hens, and to weekly edition of the New York “Trib- box. Evidently the old man had stepped provide him with corn and potatoes and une." He drove two miles every Satur- to the fire to put in a stick of wood beonions. He salted down and smoked a day afternoon, down to his R. F. D. mail fore he went out to split some more, and hog every fall and ate his hens when box on the main road, to get this. had been stricken instantly, before he they got too old to lay.

You heard so much talk about him could move a step. His cold, white old And of course as long as he was ac- down in the valley, so much fussing and face was composed and quiet, just as it tually economically independent the stewing about his being so sot and so had always been in life. town, groaning with apprehension over queer, that it always surprised you The two lumbermen fed the halfthe danger to its treasury though it was, when you saw him to find he was just starved pig and hens and turned back to could not lay a finger on the cranky old like anybody else. You saw his calf, the valley with the news, driving the codger. And yet of course his economic and had a drink of milk in his clean, old man's cow and horse in front of independence couldn't last! From one well-scrubbed kitchen, and played with them; and in a couple of hours we all day to the next something was bound to the latest kitten, and then you said knew that Old Man Warner had died, all happen to him that would cost the town good-by for that time and got on your alone, in his own kitchen. money.

horse and went back through the birch Well, what do you think? We were Each year the Selectmen, planning thicket into the ghostly decay of the as stirred up about it--! We turned the town expenditures with the concen- abandoned farms, back down the long, out and gave him one of the best futrated prudence born of hard necessity, stony road to the valley, where every- nerals the town ever saw. And we put cast an uneasy mental glance up Arnold body was so cross with the unreasonable up a good marble' tombstone that told Hollow way, and scringed at the thought old man for causing them so much all about how he had lived. We found that perhaps this was the year when worry. How could he expect to go were proud of him-as proud as money would have to be taken away along like that, when other old folks so could be, the darned old bulldog who from the road or the school fund to pay much younger than he give up and acted had stuck it out all alone in spite of us! for Old Man Warner's doctoring and like other people, and settled down We brag about his single-handed victory nursing, and finally for his burial, be- where you could take care of them! The over old age and loneliness, and we keep cause as the years went by even the house might burn down over his head, talking about him to the children, just tenuous granddaughter vanished-died, and he with it; or he might fall and as we brag about our grandfather's vicor moved, or something. Old Man War- break his hip and be there for days, tories in the Civil War and talk to the ner was now entirely alone in the world. yelling and fainting away till somebody children about the doings of the Green

All during my childhood and youth happened to go; or a cow might get Mountain Boys. Old Man Warner has he was a legendary figure of “sot" ob- ugly and hook him, and nobody to send become history. We take as much satisstinacy and queerness. We children for help.” All these frightening possi- faction in the old fellow's spunk as used to be sent up once in a while to bilities and many others had been re- though he had been our own grandtake our turn in seeing that the old peatedly presented to the old man him- father, and we spare our listeners no deman was all right. It was an expedition self with the elaborations and detail tail of his story-"... and there he like no other. You turned off the fre- which came from heart-felt alarm about stuck year after year, with the whole quented main road and, feeling very him. But he continued to say mildly town plaguing at him to quit. And he queer and all alone on the deserted side

that he guessed he'd go on, living the earned his own living, and chopped his lane, went up the steep, stony, winding way he was for a while yet. "A while!" own wood, and kept himself and the mountain trail, dense with the shade of He was ninety years old.

house just as decent; and never got sugar maples and oaks. At the top, And then he was ninety-one, and then queer and frowzy and half-cracked, but where your blown horse stopped to rest, ninety-two, and we were surer and surer stayed just like anybody, as nice an old you saw before you the grassy path lead- he would "come on the town" before

ever you saw-all alone, all ing across the little upland plateau each fiscal year was over. At the be- all stark alone, beholden to nobody, askwhere the Arnold Hollow settlement ginning of last winter our Selectmen ing no odds of anybody. Yes, sir, and had been. The older people said that went up in a body to try to bully or died with his boots on at ninety-three, they could almost hear the faint echoes coax the shrunken, wizened old man, on a kitchen floor you could have et of whetting scythes and barking dogs now only half his former size, to go off of, 'twas so clean."




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graphs which I prize most highly is that of a dark figure in a snowstorm. Almost no detail is shown and the falling snow is indistinguishable, but the first thing one senses upon viewing the picture is that, in reality, the snow is coming down fast and furious. It is the mere suggestion of the storm which is the making of the picture. Nature is there as she really exists.

The true record and spirit of a snowstorm are quite within the capabilities of a camera, and the result may be a peculiarly effective picture. Choose a day by preference when the falling flakes are large. Be sure that both the camera and the lens are fully protected from the snow. If it becomes necessary to change a film, make sure that no snowflakes flicker down upon this. Whenever practicable, in a snow-storm the camera should be given overhead protection which extends several feet beyond the front of the lens. Flakes which drop in close proximity to the lens are likely to show as blurred streaks in the finished print. An umbrella, crudely erected awning, open shed, or some similar overhead protection will place the snowflakes at a dis

tance and hence within the area of Photograph by Elon Jessup


On a bright clear day it is oftentimes advisable to make use of a ray Alter. The ray filter is a colored glass which fits over the lens of the camera. It is comparable to the yellow goggles which

have been such a comfort to your eyes BY ELON JESSUP

at the seashore. You may recall that

while wearing these goggles you have HE amateur photographer who quite different from those to which he

been able to see interesting details of a fails to take advantage of the has been accustomed in summer. It is

scene which without goggles the glaring unique photographic possibilities essential that he change his methods to

sun would not permit you to see. The of snow-time is missing some of the best meet these new conditions. Practice, ray filter to some extent performs the pictures of all the year. It is within constant striving for better pictures, same service in connection with the eye the sphere of snowscapes that the cam- and the knowledge of a few semi-tech

of the camera. era comes perhaps closest of all of mak- nical points demanded by snow photog- The use of a ray filter is not absoing an accurate record of nature as she raphy will enable any amateur to make lutely essential, but on a bright sunny appears to the human eye and imagina- fast progress. One need not be an ex- day, at any rate, you can obtain notice tion. pert in order to get good snowscapes.

ably better pictures with than without Nature in snow-time is a study in Many snow pictures are quite mean

one. On gray days the difference is not gradations of black and white. Her ingless and without character. And of so marked. The period of exposure cloak has become marvelously simplified course one cannot hope to get worth- given to the film should always be two since summer days, and the camera while pictures until he is willing to ad- or three times longer with a filter than likes simplicity. To be sure, there are mit that a poor picture really is poor.

under the same conditions without one. present some subtleties of color which The most common offender in this re- Just as a good snow-storm picture cannot be reproduced in the finished spect among photographic prints is the gives one the feel of the storm, so photographic print, but these are sur. one which shows extreme contrast. I should a clear-weather photograph hold prisingly few. Black and white the have heard this type of snow picture suggestion either of the grayness or camera can readily understand, and if aptly termed "soot and whitewash.” It brightness of the day. But the hours given half a chance it will by no means shows an extremely black object against when the sun shines most tly are overlook numerous gradations of gray a very white background. All detail not the best for getting the sense of which lie in between.

and fine gradations of tone which were brightness. More effective pictures can The whole stage is set in snow-time visible to the human eye in that par

be obtained before mid-morning and for truthful delineation in black-and- ticular glimpse of nature are completely after mid-afternoon than in the middle white print of nature as she really ex- lacking in the finished photographic of the day. The long, rangy shadows ists. Yet this does not mean that a print. The snow is so devoid of charac- cast across the white blanket of snow in snow picture is bound to be satisfac- ter that it might just about as well be early and late hours are oftentimes the tory. There are some amateurs who a white sheet strung on a clothes-line. very making of a picture. It must be secure universally poor results. The Such a picture, as a rule, fails in be- remembered, however, that at such knack of getting good snow pictures is ing a truthful delineation of nature, and times the white bright light of midday not always easy for the average ama- for this reason is wholly unworthy. has changed to one of soft yellowish teur, for the reason that this is to some There are, however, exceptions to this tinge. This means that the period of extent a specialized branch of photog. rule. It is sometimes possible for a exposure must be increased two or three raphy. The snowscape camerist “soot and whitewash" picture to have times. counters a set of conditions which are great merit. One of my own photo- The correct timing of exposure for a




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