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facilitates quick drainage. The saloon question has been carefully considered; and while two saloons will be licensed, they will be under most careful supervision and strict laws. Churches, schools, places of amusement, and public buildings have all been provided for. In fact, an altogether model and ideal city is promised.

Aside from running all sewage, water, gas, and other pipes in the alleys, several other new arrangements will be given trial in the city. There will be one large conduit for all pipes, and each system will have its own level, so that they will not conflict in any way. For instance, the sewage pipes will be placed at a 20foot level; next will come water pipes; above them, gas; and, nearest the surface, a separate conduit for heating pipes, etc. In the sewage arrangements, all calculations for catch basins are left out. It is asserted that these basins are a useless and expensive luxury, besides keeping an ill-smelling hole over everyone's property. A long pipe will lead from the street directly to the sewer itself; and there will be a sufficient difference in level between the upper and lower parts of the city so that sewage deposited in the most remote part of the town will reach the river within thirtyeight minutes. The designers of this construction are now considering the advisability of digging a small basin under each manhole leading to the sewer, where

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grease and refuse may be deposited, and then be cleaned out from above.

The aid which the Trust offers its workmen toward owning their own homes and taking a property-owner's interest in public affairs, bids fair of itself to assure the success of the enterprise. While the Trust must of necessity operate the lighting and power plants at first, it will turn them over to the city if that is desired, after the town is placed upon a sound business basis.

The progress of the building of this plant will be watched with eager interest by all, as there are not only many engineering difficulties to be overcome, but

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PLACING THE HEAVY ENGINE FOR PILE SINKING. A stream of water, under high pressure, is turned into the sand, and the pile sunk into the hole dug by the water.

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"Canal boats," for sure, are these water shoes; but when a foot is slipped

LIEUTENANT SADLER RESTING" IN HIS WATER SHOES.

into each, and the wearer gives a slight hunch forward with the body, and a deft push with first the right foot and then the left, and the shore begins to slip behind him as if he were wearing the famed seven-leagued boots, size is of no consideration. A long pull, a strong pull, first with one foot and then with t'other, and he is slipping downstream as easily and poetically and as noiselessly as sneaks the Indian in his birch-bark

canoe.

Lieutenant Arthur T. Sadler, of the United States Volunteer Life-Saving crew at Charlesbank, Mass., is the discoverer of this new sport, and he is also the inventor of the novel boat shoes. "Foot craft," he calls his invention; and his call, "Come on, boys, bring out the craft and have a 'tread'," always produces a hearty response, for the sport has found favor with all who have tried it.

The shoes are light, and the very newest are much shorter than those shown in the accompanying illustrations, which are the first made. A "carry" with this, or more correctly speaking, these, novel craft, is much easier than with even the lightest canoe.

Mr. Sadler has proved that his water shoes are perfectly manageable. He can turn directly about in them, round a bend in the river with ease, pull a long stroke or take a short step, stand perfectly still, or slide along with the tide at will.

His longest trip has been two miles in tide water, but he declares that there is no reason why eight or even ten miles

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could not be accomplished at a stretch and the fame of Sadler's shoes spread without fatigue.

Mr. Sadler created quite a sensation on his first trip down the Charles River in his magic shoes. He announced to a number of his friends that he thought he would take a little stroll on the river. "Along the bank, you mean," they corrected. "No, on the water's what I said, and on the water's what I mean." Sadler repeated "Seeing's believing, come along and get proof." It was a hot day, and

apace until now walking on the water is one of the favorite amusements of the life-saving crew. They even use the shoes in making rescues, but only when a call for help comes while they are treading the water. It takes longer to buckle on the shoes than it does to push off a boot or to dive in the water after a drowning person; then, too, unless one is an expert in the use of these queer boots, it is impossible to make as good

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Sadler's friends looked alarmed, pointing significantly first at Sadler and then at their foreheads, and muttering "Sunstroke!" Well, they followed to the river bank, and watched their friend as he buckled on his shoes and explained their mechanism, preparing all the while to spring to his rescue should he come to grief.

The buckles and straps adjusted, Sadler lifted first his right foot and gave it a shake to make sure it was tight and snug and then tested the left. Finding all was satisfactory he gave a spring and in a moment was gliding swiftly down the stream, waving a laughing farewell to his astonished friends.

The trial trip was a perfect success

time as by rowing. With practice, however, a "treader" can outdistance an experienced and skillful oarsman.

"As a novelty in water sports, I think walking on the water beats them all, ' Mr. Sadler declared upon returning from a "tread." "I conceived the idea of doing so when I was about sixteen, but did not carry out my ideas until this year. I have been successful in walking with the tide, against the tide, and across the tide.

I carry neither paddle nor oar with me, and go out dressed in my street clothes, never fearing an upset. Of course, accidents will happen in shoes as well as in boats, but not a bit more easily. "I have had only one spill in all my experience, and that was accounted for

by one of my foot-straps breaking. As I can swim, I was none the worse for the breakdown. Even if a treader cannot swim, he need not fear an upset, for the shoes can be used for a raft or float should anything happen to the gearing of either or both shoes.

"I have successfully taught a number of the college fellows how to use the shoes, and they are wild over the sport, declaring it to be the most exciting amusement yet found. Later on, it is my intention to introduce them in water carnivals and regattas. I have no doubt they would make a very amusing race. Imagine a single or double race with these treads. Then picture two crews, say four or six to a crew, the width of the stream determining the number, all standing perfectly motionless in their boot boats, awaiting the signal to start. Picture them off on a mad race down the stream. Yes, a shoe race would be an exciting and amusing spectacle both to onlookers and participants. We are preparing to hold one on the Charles River when Harvard opens in the fall.

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able addition to the many useful craft now in use on water, only as an interesting and very exciting sport. The shoes can be used in all weathers as long as the water is free from ice. They are very easy to manage, three lessons being sufficient to insure success, proficiency and speed coming with practice as in any other sport. The hardest feat I had to master was turning around, but I have got so now that I can turn with very little effort.

"I got my ideas for these water shoes from watching the way a duck uses his feet. When one is going ahead it is closed and the other pushing back is open; just so with the valve-like flappers under my shoes.

"The accompanying photographs were taken of me while walking on the Charles River, where there is a pretty strong tide. My present pair of shoes are 4 feet 8 inches long, 9 inches wide in the widest part, and 81⁄2 inches deep, two feet shorter than the ones in the picture, or as small as I could possibly get them and have them carry my weight, which is 135 pounds."

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For the Name of Shearman

By William Hard

ITHIN three weeks of the declaration of war between the United States and Great Britain, in the early spring of the year 1936, a luxurious little submarine came cautiously to the surface of the Potomac River. She was careful to precede her appearance with a flight of rockets, which burst on reaching the air and displayed a series of American flags.

This evident willingness to forego a strenuous reception seemed completely justified when at last the Goldfish lay glittering in full view. Her gay paint and her flat, defenseless top, designed for lazy tropical cruises, presented a frivolous contrast to the drab hue of the turreted fighting monsters with which she found herself surrounded. And the languid young man who stood in fleckless flannels at her prow was greeted with a roar of laughter from the nearest battleship.

"Jimmie Shearman," shouted a lieutenant from the battleship. "Jimmy Shearman! There aren't going to be any cotillons here this spring. Why did you leave Baker Island? Here, nudge over here, and take this ladder."

A moment or two later Shearman stood on the deck of the battleship.

"You must have got a wrong hunch," said the lieutenant. "There's no occasion for nice young men for dinner parties around here yet. No celebrations or festivals, you know. Sir Compville Dompton wiped out our whole Atlantic fleet day before yesterday. We simply weren't prepared. He had a fleet three times as big as ours. He simply surrounded us and took us down at one bite. This coastdefense fleet is all we have left."

"I see four battleships," said Shearman.

"Jimmie, you're a mathematical wonder," said the lieutenant, "and your conversation is just as brilliant as ever. Still playing safe. Why don't you take a chance now and then? I remember once at a dinner party, when the girls were trying to make you talk about the roses, you ably remarked that there were just twenty-two of them in the vase. That's why you became a scientist, I suppose. But that doesn't explain why you picked out just this particular time to stop loafing around on those dear ocean currents of yours. This country was never good enough for you in times of peace. Nothing for you but Baker Island and the Equator and drifting along on a current without any power in your cylinders for three months at a time! Just drifting! What the devil. do you do when you're drifting like that?"

Shearman turned his easy, tolerant smile on the lieutenant. "When does the Board of Strategy meet?" he said.

The lieutenant laughed till his eyes seemed likely to be floated off on his tears. "Fine!" he gasped. "Fine! I'll wire them you're coming. Have the tea and the marmalade all ready. And be careful to cut the bread thin. Mr. Shearman simply can't endure thick slices. Good Heavens, Jimmie, do you think they'll take time to see you?"

"Those same old fellows used to talk to my father," said Shearman.

"Of course they talked to your father," said the lieutenant. "He had corraled three billion dollars with his own homemade lasso. You're a second cousin of mine, so I don't mind saying that your old man plundered more railroads and steel mills and chewing-gum factories. and peanut-stands than any other pirate in the whole ship. He could see a pea

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