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What Use to Write Books,

Zona Gale, novelist, poet, playwright, always comes to my mind when a discussion of pacificism arises, because the accomplishment of World Peace with her is so impassioned a crusade. She is the sort of person

10 does not eat meat or wear furs because she believes it is wrong to kill animals for the luxury of mankind. I should like to have her meet Prof. Grindell-Matthews, famed inventor of the death-ray (TIME, Apr. 21, SCIENCE) as I met him the other morning, and to see the motion picture of his experiments. What would she have to say to him, I wonder; for he is a quiet, shy, slight Englishman, just as shy and as quiet as is she, and he claims to be a devout advocate of World Peace, advocating fighting war with its own instruments. Yet when I had seen two reels of his dreams, there seemed nothing to say. He went out of the room, and none of the newspaper people who had chanced to see the picture spoke to him. There was absolutely nothing to say.

A beam of light shoots from a projector. It seeks out a mouse in its cage. The mouse blinks, surprised, into the glow. A switch is turned. Terrible energy flies along the beam. The mouse jumps into the air, quivers, is dead. So, in the future, Prof. Grindellfilm such prophetic visions-the death ray will sweep whole armies into oblivion, whole cities into bleak, smoldering ruins, explode bombs in mid-air, blow up ammunition dumps from great distances; in a word, make existence for those who do not possess its mysterious secret impossible, and, so he says, end war.

This is a dream worthy of H. G. Wells; but too long thinking about it will send anyone of imagination into a mood of depression. What use is it writing books, or poems, or discussing them, when radios bring the human voice and human events themselves into the back parlor of the remote farmhouse, when the motion picture offers more of a thrill to the simple mind than any written romance ever could? What time will anyone have for reading?

Ah, well, what I saw the other morning was, after all, only a shy little Englishman trying to put across an invention, just as scared, doubtless, as the youngest ingénue trying out her first speaking line on Broadway. The human comedy is just as amusing, just as pathetic, just as worth playing and writing as ever; and Death, whether by death-ray or automobile accident, just as cruel, kind and inevitable as everjust as inevitable as bad novels and good novels coming in a steady stream across my desk. J. F.

New Plays


Dancing Mothers.-The first play of the season will irritate a lot of people considerably owing to its insistent cheapness and will impress them none the less by its aggressive drama and abnormal ending.

For two acts, the people act just about as all people act in the first two acts of a flapper comedy. The daughter of the


Her moral passages were clogged

house enters carrying a high alcoholic content acquired at a Manhattan bachThe father of the elor's apartment. house philanders with females of whom his wife, up to the time her good friend Mrs. Mazareen tells her about it for her own good, knows little. Thereupon the wife lights a cigarette and starts out to plug the domestic puncture by proving that she can be the gayest of the household.

In the process, she unfortunately falls in love with the svelt bachelor who has been clogging her daughter's moral passages with cocktails. The bachelor is further complicated by a somewhat inexpensive lady, who is also tangled into the husband's past. The whole combination assembles and there follow two acts.

Helen Hayes is, curiously enough, the featured player, although the play obviously belongs to the mother part. Mary Young accounted for the latter with flashes of distinction. To the cast and the twisted ending (the dancing mother marries the bachelor), the play owes its claims to serious attention.

The New York Telegram and Evening Mail-"It trips the light satiricand slows down to a grand march away from Home,, Sweet Home."

The Sun-"One of those recurrent

comedies written in a state of considerable agitation over the way folks are carrying on these days."

Easy Street. This particular wife started dying at an early age because, after she told her grandfather that she had sat on his silk hat, he spanked her. One thing led to another and by the second year of her married life she was telling her husband she had been home all day when she really had been to Manhattan and that hats cost eight dollars when they really cost twenty. The husband was stupid but he finally caught up with the parade of prevarications. Thereupon he produced a pistol and waved it around for the better part of an act until he had separately threatened everyone in the cast and all but the upper boxes in the audience. Ralph Kellard, as the husband, brought to this part as full an assortment of plain and fancy sound and fury as it is the misfortune of most witnesses to recall. Finally he did not shoot any one at all and took the wife back to their little paradise-on-the-installment-plan, because he could not order ice and milk. She was a good woman. And had she been as sensible as she was good she would have fanned him with a short, blunt instrument and gone off to live with the other man.

The New York Herald-Tribune"Abounding in banalities and bromides."

The Sun-"One of those forlorn, home-made pieces which the powers behind the American theatre feel it best we should see and dispose of early in every season."

Marjorie. When Andrew Tombes comes to town in a new musical show, it is an occasion for bonfires and public dancing in the streets. Suspicion has been growing of late that he is one of the Big Ten comedians. In Marjorie, Mr. Tombes is not endowed with any such happy material as his famous cinema burlesque in the "Follies," but there is much, none the less, to be thankful for. He plays the press agent of a famed actor and rewrites a "sap's" play because he loves the sister. The sap and the sister were played by Skeet Gallagher and Elizabeth Hines, respectively. Mr. Gallagher (no, it's a different one) plays a smooth blond part with a certain amount of contributory laughter. Miss Hines is as gracefully


attractive as ever, though it was remarked in the audience that she had lost control entirely of her left shoulder. Then there was Roy Royston playing the famed actor with a distinct Cockney accent. And an amusing little tough child by Ethel Shutta. Probably not very much will be written about the music a hundred years from now, yet it sufficed for all those lacking too precise a memory. Laughs were distributed in favorable quantities and the dancers agitated happily. Casting up accounts, the visitor will find that he has received well above normal value for his admission ticket.

The New York American-"It has little originality or novelty, but it does all the old things well."

No Other Girl is a perfectly harmless injection of the usual musical comedy ingredients made interesting by the presence of Helen Ford and Eddie Buzzell. Playing the "weakest feature of the weaker sex in Quakertown," the latter hits upon a great advertising scheme, takes it to New York, finally acquires dollars to the general extent of a million. Meanwhile, she has been waiting for him. This seemed a serious error in construction on the part of the authors, since any libretto which eliminates Helen Ford from an entire second act can hardly be called flawless. There were one or two able melodies in the proceedings and many players of moderate reputation and ability. John Meehan, who long stood at the right hand of George M. Cohan, staged the piece and inserted welcome wedges of Cohan dancing. By and large, the entertainment is only mildly invigorating.

The New York Herald-Tribune"All the ingredients which one has come to expect in polite musical comedy."

The New York Times-"Plenteously comic."

Dr. David's Dad.-Somehow the report got around that this play was the Abie's Irish Rose of Germany and people assembled to malign the effort mentally and laugh themselves sick on the side. Unhappily, the things that aroused hilarity in Germany did not sound so funny in the U. S. The translation sounded like a literal rendering of German grammar exercises by one of the least intelligent members of the class. The plot bestirs itself about a haughty family who think their daughter could have done a lot better than marry that young doctor. The young doctor's old father takes the second act pretty much into his own hands and creates a lot of disturbance by meretricious advertising in the papers, fake patients, and what not. Egon Brecher, the German who did the title role, was rumored to be considerable of a comedian. the performance critics stated that the rumor was unfounded. The play survived four nights.


Definitely Hungarian

The Dominant Note in the Coming Theatrical Rhapsody

Not so very long ago Hungary was, to the happy masses, simply a place where wars started. Even such tiny fragments of the masses as detached themselves temporarily for cultural adventuring in Europe seldom penetrated the interior as far as Budapest. With London they were theatrically acquainted, with Paris, with Berlin, and even to a slight extent with Vienna and Moscow. The barrier of distance plus the barrier of language, almost insuperable except to the penetrating student, blocked cultural roads to Budapest. Then some wandering prospector struck dramatic gold, Liliom was produced, and Hungary became the cynosure of caravans of U. S. theatre men hurrying across the wastes of Central Europe in covered wagon-lits.

Show-cases of the opening season will contain a formidable array of nuggets found in the Hungarian fields.

Molnar dominates the list. There is currently a good deal of controversy over his first name. He is expected in Manhattan this season and presumably the Local of the Back Slappers' Union is determined that he shall feel at home. Dissension has arisen in their ranks as to what to call him. Originally, he was discovered as Franz; later it became Ferenc, and there is a distinct movement afoot at present to simplify it to just plain Francis. But that is one of those problems that must simply be left to work themselves out in their own way. At any rate he will follow his great successes Liliom, Fashions for Men and The Swan with The Red Mill, in which Belasco will star Lenore Ulric. The Theatre Guild will blend the brilliant abilities of Alfred Lunt and Lynn Fontaine into a production of The Guardsman. Gilbert Miller has acquired The Roman Feast and there is talk of reviving The Phantom Rival. Explorers abroad report that Molnar's latest is The Glass Shoe, to be produced presently in Budapest.

Ernst Vajda will arive to see four of his plays presented, counting Fata Morgana which the Theatre Guild now has at the Garrick. Ina Claire and Bruce McRae are rehearsing Grounds for Divorce; Belasco has Harem, described as a recklessly risqué farce; and Gilbert Miller a piece termed at present The High C.

Lajos Biro has contributed two

diversions popular in Europe: The Highwayman and The Yellow Lily. Antonia, a recent play by Melchior Lengyel, is charted for production by the Frohmans. The Tragedy of Man, a noted Continental classic, is also confidently expected.

Among the younger Hungarian dramatists whose wares will come to Broadway are Ladislaus Fazekas with Four Gentlemen in Dress Suits; Attila Orbok with The Comet; Ladislaus Fodor, whose Marguerite of Navarre will be called Successful Despite Himself; and Nicholas Vitez in whose Where Is the Drama? Leo Ditrichstein will star.

Inspection of this list enlightens us as to what extent Budapest has stolen the spotlight from London and Vienna.

The Best Plays

These are the plays which, in the light of metropolitan criticism, seem most important:


COBRA-A very fine young man, like Adam, is vigorously deceived by a distant daughter of Eve. No child's play.

THE WONDERFUL VISIT-H. G. Wells and St. John Ervine wistfully intent on indicating that fallen Angels hit the Earth with a dull thud.


EXPRESSING WILLIE-A comedy deftly designed to illustrate the incompatibility of "temperament" and business life.

BEGGAR ON HORSEBACK Roland Young divulged with searching satire the futility of the Bigger Business com plex.

FATA MORGANA-Hungarian comedy in which the country bumpkin bumps abruptly into one night of love.

THE SHOW-OFF-He talks, and talks and has only begun talking; no one wants to listen but himself.

FASHION, OR LIFE IN NEW YORKThe Provincetown Players have rolled the Theatre back 80 years to present in serious and, therefore, burlesque revival a tale of evil Counts, innocent maids, forging financiers.

SWEENEY TODD He slices up his enemies for the filling of meat pies. Of old, audiences shuddered; currently, they are laughing.


Epicures are selecting the following dishes from the musical comedy menu: Kid Boots, George White's Scandals. Charlot's Revue, Innocent Eyes, I'll Say She Is, Keep Kool.


13c Worth

A project is well under way for building a great new marble bridge across the Potomac at Washington. The plans are made, the project has been authorized by Congress. It remains for Congress to appropriate the $15,000,000 necessary for its construction.

The proposed bridge would cross the Potomac from the west end of the Mall near the Lincoln Memoriai, via Columbia Island, to Arlington. Several kinds of sentimental attachments are in the project. It would reunite the North and South. It would connect the Lincoln Monument with the home of General Robert E. Lee on the Virginia shore. It would furnish a direct route from the Capitol to the National Cemetery at Arlington. It would extend the city's Mall across the Potomac to the grave of Major Pierre Charles L'Enfant, the Frenchman who designed the Capital city.

The project is not new; Andrew Jackson, Daniel Webster,* President McKinley favored it. And whoever is President in 1929 or 1930 may have the opportunity of seeing it opened.

The bridge, a concrete structure completely covered with white marble, is to be more than a mile in length. At its entrance, Columbia Island, and at the Arlington shore are to be great plazas. At each end will be two monuments, each 40 feet high. On Columbia Island will be two columns, each 166 feet high, one representing the South, the other the North, on each a statue of Victory. Eagles will decorate the piers. Forty statues will rise along the balustrade

Said Webster on July 4, 1851: "Before us is the broad and beautiful river, separating two of the original Thirteen States, which a late President, a man of determined purpose and inflexible will but patriotic heart, desired to span with arches of ever-enduring granite, symbolical of the firmly established union of the North and the South. That President was General Jackson."


TIME, The Weekly News-Magazine. ors Briton Hadden and Henry R. Luce. Associates Manfred Gottfried (National Affairs), John S. Martin, Thomas J. C. Martyn (Foreign News). Weekly ContributorsErnest Brennecke, John Farrar, Willard T. Ingalls, Alexander Klemin, Frank Vreeland, Peter Mathews, Preston Lockwood, Wells Root, Agnes Rindge, Niven Busch. Published by TIME, Inc., H. R. Luce, Pres.; J. S. Martin, Vice-Pres.; B. Hadden, Sec'yTreas., 236 E. 39th St., New York City. Subscription rate, one year, postpaid: In the United States and Meico, $5.00; in Canada, $5.50; elsewhere, $6.00. For advertising rates address: Robert L. Johnson, Advertising Manager, Time, 236 E. 30th St., New York; New England representatives, Sweeney & Price, 127 Federal St., Boston, Mass.; Western representatives, Powers & &Stone, 38 S. Dearborn St., Chicago Ill.; Circulation Manager, Roy E. Larsen. Vol. IV, No. 8.

Paul Thompson

DANIEL WEBSTER He favored it

at the bridge head. All this is to be secured at a cost of about 13 cents apiece to each inhabitant of the United States.

Congress of the United States sometimes makes mistakes."

Said Yusuke, every inch the diplomat: "The recent Immigration Bill

has had and will continue to have 'grave consequences.' . . . To grow angry about it is like growing angry at storms and earthquakes. . . . America and Japan, on the opposite shores of a vast ocean, stand now upon the threshold of a new era-the Pacific era."

Dr. Leo S. Rowe, Pan-Americanist, suggested the League as a counterbalance, if not a substitute, for the Doctrine of James Monroe.

General Henry T. Allen, famed Ruhr occupant for the U. S., fanned up some academic excitement by revealing that the Washington Conference on Limitation of Armaments (1920) almost initiated an association of nations. General Allen was demonstrating that the World Court idea was "the legitimate child of a Republican father and a Democratic mother," neither of whom should contemplate infanticide.

And so to Exhibit B of the week. Sir Arthur Salter's round table had been pouring over the League of Nations for days. There had been dissension. Now the debate was


EDUCATION brought out into Chapin Hall, where

"Frothy Utterances"

On and on and on went the Williamstown Institute of International Politics (TIME, July 28 et seq.)

To start the third week, the Experts' Plan for Germany's restoration was lugged into Chapin Hall. The members hunched forward in their seats to hear what Dr. Moritz J. Bonn, financial oracle to many a Berlin ministry, would say.

Dr. Bonn approved, with minor reservations; said the Plan had removed one or two of the larger flies from the Versailles Treaty ointment. Sir James Arthur Salter, chief of the League's financial section, in his turn likened the Experts' job of work to the bridging of many gulfs. John H. Fahey, a major fixture in the U. S. Chamber of Commerce, skimmed over the high points of a world trade revival that he and other business men had envisioned springing all golden from the Experts' foreheads.

¶ Dr. Harry A. Garfield, host of all present, introduced Yusuke Tsurumi, young Japanese Liberal: "There is every reason to evidence to every Japanese within our portals that the

the Army and Business (pro) locked epithets with the Navy and miscellaneous interests (con). Rear Admiral John A. Rodgers, outspoken mariner, "shocked" a Britisher, was hissed by a woman. The tumult over, Sir Arthur obliged by answering League questions, dubbing the U. S. "Arcadia," to keep his remarks free from improprieties.

Said the Boston Transcript, irritably: "A marvelous testimony to American good nature and American patience is the Williamstown Institute of Politics . . . frothy utterances . . . foreign meddling during a Presidential campaign."

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vironment is not of the best. It is a profession. There is no reason why the schools should not teach the profession to these girls and young women. . . . It is just as important as machine work and manual training."

Mr. Webster was urging the establishment in his school of a beauty specialists' course. More than 50 wouldbe bobbers and manicurists having registered, there was every indication that the Board of Education would bear him out, even at an estimated expenditure of $10,000. The course's chief opponent was A. P. Ortquist, President of the Board. Said he: "It is criminal to spend the taxpayers' money to teach girls to bob hair and clean fingernails."

Said a minister: "It is the function of the schools to train young folks to earn a livelihood."


Benito a Christian?

More than any other ruler of modern Italy, Benito Mussolini has been friendly to the Vatican. What is his religion?

Benito's father was a freethinker of the most virulent, nationalistic, antiPapal sort. Benito was not baptized. His mother was devout. In his Diary of the War, Benito reminisces as follows:

"I went to mass. That Christmas is still vividly remembered. Very few did not go to the Christmas mass. My father and a few others. .

I remember I followed my mother. In the church there were many lights and on the altar, in a little flowered crib, the Child born in the night. It was all picturesque and it satisfied my fancy. The odor of the incense alone disturbed me so that sometimes it gave me unbearable discomfort. At last the notes of the organ closed the ceremony. The crowd swarmed out. Along the street was a satisfied chatter. At midday there smoked on our table the traditional and excellent noodles of Romagna."

But Benito was still a young man when he went to atheistic Lausanne (Switzerland) and debated with a Protestant clergyman the proposition: "God does not exist-religion in science is an absurdity, in practice an immorality and in men a disease." Benito upheld the affirmative before a huge Socialist aud'ence.

At middle age, Benito wrote a book: The Real John Huss. Huss was one of the first of the Reformation martyrs, and Benito praised him passionately. Benito was, at this point, a protestant but not a Protestant.

Came the War. Benito caught fire of d'Annunzio, and in 1919 he said: "I yearn for a paganizing people, loving

life, struggle, progress, not blindly believing in revealed truths, nay despising miraculous pharmacopoeia. It has no room in an intense movement of minds and activities for formulae, parties and men monopolizing divine 'specifics!"

Three years later, Benito was Dictator, As he shed Socialism, so he shed anticlericalism. In Parliament he rose. Said he :

"I affirm here that the Latin and imperial tradition of Rome today are represented by Catholicism. If, as Mommsen said, 25 or 30 years ago, one cannot stay in Rome without a universal idea, I think, and affirm, that the only universal idea which today exists in Rome is that which radiates from the Vatican. I am very uneasy when I see national churches being formed, because I know that there are millions of men who will no longer look to Italy and to Rome. For this reason, I offer this hypothesis: If the Vatican were to definitely renounce its temporal dreamsand it already seems to have started on this path-profane, lay Italy should furnish the Vatican with material aid; those material facilities for schools, churches, hospitals and so forth, which a lay power has at its command. For the development of Catholicism in the world, the increased millions of men who throughout the world look to Rome should be a matter of profit and pride to us who are Italians."

Still irreligious, he became an ally of the world's greatest religious organization. Is this a first step towards a true profession of religious faith? Piero Chiminelli, in The Christian Century, asks the question and leaves it unanswered.

Protestant Saints

The suggestion that Protestants, after the manner of Roman Catholics, should get them a Calendar of Saints, whereby they may remember their great dead, has often been mooted. The suggestion was revived recently by one A. S. Collins in The New York Times.

General discussion of hagiology has appeared of late in every section of the religious press. It is, of course, apropos of the announcement that 252 new saints may shortly be added to the Catholic calendar as a result of investigations into Roman Catholic martyrs during the English Reformation investigations originally begun by Henry Cardinal

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Manning, ecclesiastical genius of the 19th Century* (TIME, July 21).

It is contended by some that the veneration of saints is a noble and excellent means for bringing the Christian nearer to that communion of saints towards which Christendom presses. By others, beatification is denounced as a "survival of the pagan apotheosis of the departed" and as heretical, since there is only One who is holy, even God. Here tradition and temperament divide.

Remains, however, the practical consideration that a Protestant Church is always in danger of becoming like a country without heroes, or, at least, without local heroes such as may be found in Catholic parishes.


Japanese Commission

There arrived in the U. S. a Japanese Commission, established to examine the trial-by-jury system of the Occident. Among the members were M. Minagawa, Attorney General of Japan; M. Toyomizu, Justice of the Court of Appeals of Tokio, and M. Iwamura, Councilor and Secretary to the Minister of Justice. After leaving the U. S., the Commission will proIceed to Britain, France, Germany and Italy, to conduct further investigations into the application of trialby-jury in the courts of those countries.

In the land of the Empire of the East, the Judge is the all-powerful factor in the courts. He decides the guilt of a prisoner and sentences him according to the law, no matter if that sentence be one of death.

Speaking of the trial-by-jury system, M. Minagawa said: "Our first impression of the system is that cases cannot be tried as quickly before a jury as when a judge is the only one before whom the facts are placed. Then, too, the emotional appeal of the case is emphasized much more than we are accustomed to seeing However, we sat through several

*"Manning was now an old man. The spare and stately form, the head, massive, emaciated, terrible, with the great nose, the glittering eyes, and the mouth drawn back and compressed into the grim rigidities of self mortification, authority. LYTTON STRACHEY.


cases in San Francisco, and in each instance we agreed among ourselves that the juries' verdicts were the same as ours would have been, if any one of us were acting as judge."

New Books

THE DRAMA OF THE LAW,* by Judge Edward Abbott Parry. This is a study of the human instinct which fascinates the public with news of sensational crimes.

WHEN THE COURT TAKES A RECESS,† by William McAdoo, Chief City Magistrate of New York. This is a series of essays reprinted from the New York Evening Post.

Both books are written primarily for the laymen.


Uncommon Sense

"For whooping cough, pass the child nine times over and under a donkey from left to right." That is a prescription of the 17th Century. For the same complaint, 100 years ago, a doctor would have shaken his head, stroked his beaver, written Pil. Quin. Sulph. on a brown pad, and the mother would have thought she had a cure-all. Today medicos do not always find it necessary to fortress their ignorance with esoteric metaphors; many can talk, some can even write, of their calling refreshingly, candidly, in simple words. An example is Dr. S. M. Rinehart, who has written The Commonsense of Health.**

He writes about all the familiar plagues and problems of the bodyfrom catching cold to cancer; nor is there any trace of sickroom smirk nor of professional strut in the way he does it. His style, in fact, is colored with a richness of literary allusion. For instance: "Do you remember Joe, the fat boy at whom Mr. Wardle was always shouting 'Joe! Damn that boy, he's asleep again'? Joe had an overpowering predilection for meat pies and mutton and roast beef. He is a humorous character, in "THE DRAMA OF THE LAW-Edward Abbott Parry-Scribner ($5.00).


THE COURT TAKES A RECESS William McAdoo-Dutton ($2.00).


fiction. In real life, he would be Tragedy personified, because Joe was the victim of chronic poisoning."

Later he paraphrases a celebrated classic to illustrate the sequence of disease transmission:

"This is the germ of the bubonic plague.

DR. RINEHART "Do you remember Joe, the fat boy?"

"This is the rat that had the germ of the bubonic plague.

"This is the flea that bit the rat that had the germ of the bubonic plague.

"This is the man who got the flea that bit the rat that had the germ of the bubonic plague."

In discussing that familiar patient, the t.b.m., Dr. Rinehart takes occasion to define a medical term: "One day, after a good dinner followed by one or two of his favorite cigars, he is seized with a pain. And such a pain. It is a stabbing through the chest as by a sword-thrust. It runs down his left arm and at the same time there is a tightness round the chest walls like the constriction of an iron band. He would scream if he could, but he cannot. Will he live to draw another full breath? Cold sweat is on his forehead; every muscle of his body tense; his face pallid; his pulse racing at an incredible speed. That is angina pectoris."

Dr. Rinehart, now known to the medical world as a specialist in tubercular trouble, took his degree at the Allgemeine Krankenhaus, Vienna. He began his medical practice in Pittsburgh, where, in 1896, he mar

ried a trained nurse, Mary Roberts.* During the War, he was in charge of the tuberculosis work at Camp Sherman, and afterwards of all the U. S. Army tuberculosis hospitals. This is his first book, but he once helped to write a play, The Avenger, which was published in 1908.


School Statistics

Last week the Council on Medical Education and Hospitals of the American Medical Association made public the present status of medical education in the U. S. The number of medical students has been reduced from 28,142 in 1904 to 12,930 in 1919, although the number in better-equipped colleges was increased from 4% to 88%. Since 1919, better-trained students have been increasing at the rate of more than 1,000 each year, the total enrolment for 1924 being 17,728, of whom 95% are in Class A medical schools. Since 1919, with the exception of the War class which graduated in 1922, the number of physicians graduating each year has been rapidly increasing. This year there were 3,562 graduates, of whom 94% were from the betterequipped colleges.

During 1924, there are 954 women studying medicine, or 73 less than last year. The percentage of women to all medical students is 5.4. In 1906 there were 162 medical colleges in the U. S., of which 130 were non-sectarian, 19 homeopathic, 8 eclectic, 3 physiomedical, 2 nondescript. The numbers have been gradually reduced so that in 1924 there are 73 non-sectarian, 2 homeopathic, 1 eclectic, 3 nondescript. the nondescript colleges, two are intimately connected with osteopathy, and one intimately associated with the notorious diploma-mill ring which was the subject of recent exposure.


The tuition charges for medical students vary greatly-12 colleges charging $125 or less per year; 30 between $125 and $225; 29 between $225 and $325, and 8 above $325.

Five hundred and thirty-four free scholarships for worthy students are available in medical schools, and a great many medical schools also have loan funds for the use of worthy students who have not sufficient money to complete the course.

*Now a novelist.

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