Nomination

Sirs:

I am a Democrat. Being such, I, of course, I believe the best interests in our country demands the election of one of that faith to the Presidency. I would like to suggest the nomination and like to suggest the nomination and election of one of the really great men of this country, one who in my judgment is best qualified to fill that exalted position, viz,. John W.Davis. H. P. COFER Sumner, Ill.

In Democrat 1924, some 8,386,503 others felt as Democrat Cofer now feels. But some 15,725,016 Republicans feeling otherwise, inserted President Coolidge ahead of Great Man Davis. -- ED.

"University of Harvard"

Sirs:

In the March 19 issue of TIME there appears mention of the "Chicago "University."

To Westerners, at least, of "University of Harvard" reads little more noticeably incorrect. . . . T. R. MULROY Chicago, Ill.

Spokane's Poindexter

Sirs:

Page 7 March 19 issue of TIME states "Miles Poindexter Spokane, of the City of SEATTLE." . . . Spokane, the City of Sunshine and power, is proud to claim Miles Poindexter as one of its most illustrious citizens. MAJOR G. S. CLARKE, U. S. A. Syracuse, N. Y.

Knock His Hood

Sirs:

Permit me to congratulate you exterminating upon your most effective manner of examining one James L Milstead, as a reader of TIME. My personal opinion is that you have lost nothing and gained much by so doing. It is my personal opinion that he is the outstanding type of that particular class of individuals who find plenty of good in your publication until his and your ideas do not harmonize.

If every knock is a boost, keep on knocking until you have knocked his hood down over his shoulders.

Louis E. BURKE Ann Arbor, Mich.

Fought & Bled

Sirs:

Back in the days of 1917, it was just the type ex-subscriber James L. Milstead [TIME, March 19] seems to be who, viewing a parade of soldiers leaving for a training camp, encouraged them with remarks of what they should do with the Heinies, the Paris flappers and admonishments as to taking care of their health.

At any rate, I venture the guess that Mr. Milstead with all his deep rooted Ku Klux Klan brand of patriotism and desire to die for his country, did his fighting during the World War in the Battle of the Living Room, or certainly in the Guerre de la Chambre de Couche . . . IRA HODES New York, N. Y. Born in, fought and bled, and like hundreds of thousands of other non Ku Klux Klanners ready at a moment's notice to fight again for our United States of America.

Would Help

Sirs:

Please permit me to offer my congratulations on your Article re: The recently demised, and unrelented K.K.K.

I note a letter from a Virginia reader [James L. Milstead] in your March 19 issue in regard to the article mentioned that "riles" me considerably.

I am a native of his state, and have an unbroken family tree reaching back beyond the Revolution in Virginia. . . .

I contend a "family tree" proves nothing for a man unless he can garner from it the "sweet fruit of reason" and the nectar of tolerance. May I point out that even an American family tree must have a "sap." For which the K K. K. should be thankful.

His postscript strangely interests me-- Born in and ready to die for the United States of America." Well, why not? I'm sure it would help some. C. F. BUNN Welch, W. Va.

Dribble & Drivel

Sirs:

I am an omnivorous reader and TIME has made it unnecessary to wade through masses of dribble and drivel to get at a few intelligently expressed facts. I now have the time to devote to other worthwhile reading and yet be fully in formed as to current events. I would like to see your Music department enlarged and amplified, but then we all have our pet obsessions. WALLER CROW Dittlinger-Crow Process Co., New Braunfels, Tex.

Workers All

Sirs:

Delightfully colorful as TIME usually is, I think it is rather too graphic in the March 19 issue, under FRANCE, titled "Pickled and Burned," giving the account of the funeral rites of His Late Lamented Majesty, King Samdach Preah Bat Kampuchea Sisowath of Cambodia.

Let TIME remember its army of ardent women readers-- workers all, who must have their night's rest in order to be equipped for their allotted portion of prosaic duties in this old workaday world. EFFIE DELL JOHNSON Deaconess Ravenswood Methodist Episcopal Church, Chicago, Ill.

King Sisowath was lamented for seven months by his one hundred widows, and finally buried with pomp by French state officials. His body had remained seven months doubled up in an urn covered with mercury, aromatic oils. -- ED.

Ideal in Bakersfield

Sirs:

It was after midnight. I had lingered long over TIME, and despite the interest of its contents was just falling into a doze, when an item passed beneath my eyes, and shattered my slumber Appropriately enough, it was an earthquake story which did it, appearing under the head SCIENCE in TIME, March 12. This item referred to a quake shock at "dreadfully hot Bakersfield," and seemed to imply that a series of mild shocks felt here about ten days ago was a fulfillment of a prophecy of Prof. Willis of Stanford for earthquake at Los Angeles.

I have lived in Bakersfield seven years; my husband for 15. We are agreed that no matter how free the years might make us to wander, Bakersfield shall be our permanent headquarters. Bakersfield does have high summer temperatures but so has every other spot in this big state not right at the sea coast. Los Angeles, we think, is ''dreadfully hot" in summer, because it is often sultry; Bakersfield has the dry clear air of its neighbor, the Mojave desert. . . .

Out in the residence sections, we spend long summer afternoons on green lawns beneath deep-shading palm, pepper, eucalyptus and umbrella trees, the fragrance of summer all about us, and love the tonic warmth as one never could the sticky, muggy afternoons of the middle west, where I grew up. We keep our houses closed and cool and dark, and open them to the almost unfailing night breeze. We go cool and peacefully to sleep--as one does not in July and August in Iowa--and long before morning we grope for blankets.

From April, when the perfume of roses and orange blossoms is heavy in the night-shadowed streets, until September, when there is already a crisp tang in the air, we take long night rides through the black and silver of a moonlit countryside. Five minutes from the city, in any of three directions, we ride among irrigated fields cf alfalfa or cotton, orchards of citrus or other fruits, emerald grape vines, whence a cool moist breath rises in the summer air. . . . THELMA B. MILLER (MRS. Ross C. MILLER) Bakersfield, Calif.

Daily Manicure

Sirs:

I am am forever "sold" on TIME and await its arrival as eagerly as my Christmas presents but the article in the March 12 issue with reference to Mrs. Eddy's love of dress and her daily manicure is out of place. I see no earthly reason for her going about in sackcloth and ashes and as for clean nails I was brought up to expect that in any lady. RALPH M. MEARS Charleston, W. Va.

Statler Ladies

Sirs: Recently, a Detroit newstand-buyer of TIME wrote you in gloating terms, told how he gave your publication publicity by calling for his copy at the magazine stand here at the Statler Hotel, in a loud voice, and that when the girl attendant handed him a copy of the Hearst Times, he spelled it out for her in a loud voice. There seems to be no reason for such blatant, goatlike manners. If he used such mannersin ordering a copy of Liberty, or Snappy Stories, it could be understood, but not with TIME. Furthermore, I have been buying magazines and newspapers at the local stand in the Statler for many months, and never have I found it necessary to bellow or spell the name of the publication desired, as the intelligence of the young ladies employed there is high enough to make ill-advised such loudness. GEORGE O. HOCKETT Detroit, Mich.

Father & Son

Sirs: The other evening as I sat in my study, there was a commotion and my oldest son came into the room with a hip, hip, hurrah!

Quickly he explained: "Just received a free copy of TIME and it's wonderful. Please read it Dad."

I was in the midst of reading Emil Ludwg's Napoleon, but a request from my boy (14 1/2 years of age) could not be ignored.

I read it thoroughly, with an analytical eye. I was proud that my boy should have picked out such a publication as TIME. He showed that his education had not been neglected and was bearing wonderful fruit. I waited for the next episode.

"Dad, TIME has a special offer for $1 and I would like to take advantage of it, but I am somewhat financially embarrassed."

"Well, my Boy, if such is the case I am willing to meet you half way." So we shook hands on the bargain. I sent a check.

He is now paying me off at the rate of 10c a week for 5 weeks.

We now have had two copies and my son and I have set apart one hour in the week to diagnose, digest, analyze as well as make a resume of each week's issue.

I just wonder if you will publish these few lines in your coming issue, so that a few other fathers and sons will make youth TIME a connecting link between their passing youth and the coming manhood. DAVID E. SOLOW New York, N. Y.

Post Hoc Ergo Propter Hoc

Sirs:

Just a word as to what I think of TIME. . . . For one thing, it's brief but complete; it covers the field adequately without the verbosity of a reporter who is being paid by the column. Again, it is surprising: the first week it came on Saturday, the next week on Sunday, this week on Monday and thus it leaves me wondering what day it will come next week. Finally, it brings good luck. The day after receiving my first copy, I, for the first time in my life discovered a pearl (not, unfortunately, a pearl of great price, but nevertheless a pearl) in an oyster. By using the post hoc, ergo propter hoc argument which is so popular today, might we not say that TIME brought me a pearl?

I could go on at some length, expanding on the virtues of TIME, but, believing that brevity is the soul of wit, I hesitate to lay myself open to charges of being a halfwit, therefore I hasten to the end, adding only that I am convalescing after an attack of encephalitic paralysis and TIME has materially aided in keeping my disposition bearable for my family.

DONALD V. HENDERSON Livingston, Tex.

In Memoriam

Sirs:

I am bothering you again, but when I come upon such a magnificent thing as I just have, I must inform you. The following is copied from an In Memoriam in the Detroit Free Press of March 15, 1928. I cannot send you the actual notice for it is securely pasted in my notebook; but I will swear for its authenticity:

IN MEMORIAM IN MEMORY of Julius Caesar, who died 1972 years ago today. Gone but not forgotten. H. K. Armen.

That is the most tremendous satire that I have ever come upon; it is stupendous. One would expect that Swift had returned to life for a brief moment, or at least Lewis Carroll (and, of course, Alice with him). It may have been a common jokesmith, but the glory still remains. WM. K. LOMASON University of Michigan, Ann Arbor, Mich.

Lindbergh Week

Sirs:

Mayor John C. Lodge, of Detroit, recently issued a proclamation calling for Aviation Week this year to be set April 14-20 and at the same in time suggested that other localities join Detroit in observing this that week. He agreed with me in a recent letter that the week beginning May 20 would then include the date of the most heroic feat of our day#151;Lindbergh's flight to Paris.

"Lindbergh" is a synonym for aviation, the meaning of which is much more readily understood by the youth of today, therefore why have an aviation week at all? Why not make it "Lindbergh Week" so that the tie between this hero's name and aviation may never be severed?

Everyone recognizes that Lindy's flight has instilled greater enthusiasm in aviation than any other single thing, therefore nothing could be more fitting than to designate the week May 20-26 as his week. EVAN W. OST Kenosha, Wis.