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IFTEEN or sixteen stalwart young Vulcans make up the merry Anvil Chorus that fills the air with white hot sparks of iron as they shape the crude metal into various designs at the forge shop in the College of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering of Kentucky State University. There is nothing remarkable about these stalwart young fellows being there, but there is in the fact that at one of the anvils, a pretty young woman stands, holding in one hand a pair of large iron tongs, which clasp a strip of heated steel, while in the other she grasps a sledge with which she zealously pounds the steel. Over her daintily embroidered waist and her white skirt,

she wears a

very businesslike leathern apron, which drops to the top of her gunmetal pumps; pulled tightly down over a goodly quantity of wavy hair, which persists in peeping out, is a black sateen workman's

cap.

The young lady, who has laid aside the bonbon tongs for the blacksmith's pincers

and "the latest creation from Paris" for the sateen laborer's cap, is Miss Margaret Ingels of Lexington, Kentucky, who is doing what is a part of the required work for the degree of mechanical engineer. Miss Ingels entered Kentucky State University, in the fall of 1912, to study architecture, but, as she expressed it, thought she "might as well take it all" while she was about it. She was in a class in woodwork in her fresh

FUNDAMENTALS

She is learning them that she may be a good architect and she is shying at nothing. But nevertheless she is purely feminine.

man year, and her instructors say that she turned out some of the very best work in the class. She has also worked in the foundry. Miss Ingels refuses all proffers of assistance from her chivalrous classmates and "roughs it" with the rest of them. At the first glance her presence among the grimy young workers is incongruous, but after one watches the and ap

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parent lack of self-consciousness with which she goes about her work, she seems not out of place after all. She is not fighting for woman's rights --she is simply an energetic woman of to

day.

SOME

The Heart of the Mine

By BERTON BRALEY

OMETIMES my heartbeats, calm and slow,
Seem like the sound of long ago;
The rhythmic pulsing of my blood

Is like the steady throb and thud
The air compressors used to play

All night and day, all night and day,

Where, at the shaft, there formed the line

Of miners going down the mine!

The pumps below would thump and sob,

But up on top was just the throb

Of huge compressors never still
Storing the air that runs each drill,

And singing endlessly this song,

"Be strong, be strong, be strong, be strong!" And strong we were, who formed the line

Of miners going down the mine!

So now, afar from stope and drift,
From running drill or changing shift,
My very heartthrobs serve to call
My thoughts back surely to it all;
I seem to hear as music sweet
The air compressors' steady beat,
To be a portion of the line

Of miners going down the mine!

Comes swiftly then to me once more
The "hough!" of engines hoisting ore,
The hoot of whistles, and the shock
Of air drills gouging at the rock;
And, somehow, down within me deep
Awakes the ghost I thought asleep,
The lure of days I joined the line
Of miners going down the mine!

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By George H. Cushing

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In "Wireless' Fate" Mr. Cushing presents to us in condensed form another "Looking Backward." He does not. however, treat of socialism, as did the author of that famous work. Instead his central theme is wireless and the extraordinary effect it will have first upon finance and, secondarily, upon government in the latter's efforts to solve a new trust problem. In this article we are carried forward in five stages to a period somewhere beyond the year 1930. It is a most unusual combination of science and business affairs-an article that is bound to stimulate thought and to provoke discussion. The photos of wireless here used are, of course, types, and have no relation to Mr. Cushing's imaginary system.Editor's Note.

ARLY in the year nineteen hundred and fourteen, an inventor, who had perfected a method of transmitting telegraph messages without wires, began in the United States to operate a series of stations which, communicating with one another, would send a message around the world.

This was a new thing. The Americans, being rich and loving new things, opened their purses and loaned the Italian a sum exceeding five millions of dollars. This money was loaned freely-America took great pride in being the home of such an enterprise-but it was given first into the hands of the money lenders, who were to collect the interest and profit.

WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN THE TENTACLES AT THE TOP OF THESE TOWERS
ARE COMMON SIGHTS EVEN IN THE INTERIOR? WILL THE CLASH WITH
THE OLD PRECIPITATE A FINANCIAL CALAMITY?

interest which was due to be paid. But those who had borrowed asked to be excused for a while, saying that the money had not yet been earned. When this was told them, the money lenders threatened the wireless company, saying: "You borrowed our money only when you made great promises to pay. Now you must pay or we will drive you from the land, level your towers to the ground, and give what is left of your company into the hands of the lawyers to quarrel over." Then one director, who spoke for his fellows, answered: "If wireless telegraphy had not been and if our company had not been formed, many ships and their passengers would have gone down, because the captains could not have called for help. Have patience, then, for we have done good, even though we have not made money."

But the money lenders were cold-hearted and refused to listen further, saying: "We did not give our clients' money to philanthropy, but, instead, lent it in business. Because this is a business undertaking, we want our interest."

In answering this impatient demand, the director said: "Have even a little patience and we will pay you the interest money and a profit. You know how the newspapers crave speed. We can transmit a message a thousand miles before the human mind can conceive of such a distance. So soon as this becomes known, we will carry the news of the world inconceivably fast. Our company will reap great profits thereby, and from these we will pay you."

But those who sat at the door of the money markets would not be appeased by promises. Instead, they answered angrily:

"Have we not lent our clients' money to cable and telegraph companies on the same promise and have they not told us the same thing? How is it possible for the two of you to prosper while doing the same thing? If one of you succeeds, must not the other fail? If either of you is to fail, let it be you, for of the two we have lent the other by far the most."

When they had said this, they went away, leaving the directors to worry over the threat. When a few days had passed, the director who served as spokesman, and who was a shrewd man, appeared in the inner chamber of the banks to say:

"You know how much the Americans love novelty. You know, also, that each American thinks himself to be a humorist, always eager to display his wit in public places. To appeal to their vanity and their love of new sensations, we will announce a rate which will persuade those who travel on ships or into foreign countries to communicate freely with those at home. Our earnings from this service will assure you both your interest and a

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turned to you, all that is left you is to force us to stop sending messages. This, the people, out of consideration for those who travel by sea, will not permit you to do. Whatever your anger dictates, do it, but do not come here speaking as little children."

Knowing that he spoke the truth, the bankers walked away, hopeless. Thereafter,

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When they knew that this was an empty promise, the money lenders became angry. They said to the director:

"We, a long time ago, tried that on the railroads and the spiders spun their webs on the telegraph keys. You speak as a boy who dreams of conquering the world when he is yet being mastered by the multiplication table. As to you, our decision is reached. You must pay our interest or we shall withdraw our money and your enterprise will rot."

The director was cunning as well as shrewd. In answering the money lenders, he said:

"Withdraw your money you cannot, for already it has been spent. In its place are steel towers, machinery for producing electricity, and telegraph instruments, which are good for nothing save only to send messages without

TALL AND SLENDER

In the islands of the Pacific and the Atlantic, on the continents of the world, these tall slim bits of metal stand potent, each capable of lifting the message three thousand

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