I have just ordered two extra copies of the Nov. 14 TIME from the Cleveland office and wish to express my appreciation to those to whom credit is due for so excellent a number of my favorite magazine.
The article on Mr. Baker is the type of newsmagazine material which makes TIME entirely distinctive. Thank you for getting it for us. Then, the discussion of hypnotism shows your versatility. I wouldn't have missed it for a whole lot ; yet, where could I have read it except in TIME — or some scientific work intended for professionals ? Your first DEPARTMENT OF FASHIONS is delightful. I didn't vote — both the babies had colds about that time — but my sympathies were all with "the one hundred." I hope they are as pleased as I am.
In our family, my husband is the subscriber and I am the reader of TIME. He says there is no use for him to read it because I memorize it as soon as it comes and tell it to him at the dinner table. I assure him that I give him only teasers but I strongly suspect him of superficiality because he doesn't read every word every week.
There is one department in TIME which gives me considerable worry; but so far as I know, I am the only one worrying about it. When I have found whether any of my friends agree with me, I'll know how much pressure I can bring to bear to get it changed ( !! — until then, I am very much obliged to you for my TIME.
Your last issue is as amusing as Judge, with the insignificant phiz of Baker on the cover and the mention of him as a Presidential candidate possibility inside.
His only claim to renown, it would seem is that he was henchman for the notorious "Tom" Johnson and was a "Yes Man" in the weakest Cabinet that ever sat in Washington.
No man that ever held a commission in the A. E. F. would vote for him, but the chance for ever doing so is remote, as his political strength is limited to the banks of Cuyahoga Creek.
C. B. BRATTON
I have always bet on you, but now I'm hurt.
On p. 22, col. 3 of your current issue, you say, "The freshwater College of Wooster, Ohio . . . ."
Perhaps the fact that I resent the phrase proves your adjective to have been well chosen; but even so, the point is somewhat blunted by your devoting most of two columns to three of Wooster's illustrious sons. I was privileged to know them all; Dr. Elias Compson, "77, Dean ("pink-slips"), as little as possible; "Prep" Arthur H. in the vague background; Karl, '07, as Captain and left end of the team on which I played an intermittent right end. Largely due to Karl, that team was not scored upon until its final game, when a soggy Columbus field enabled a heavier Ohio State eleven to score two touchdowns; both around my end, not Karl's.
Just what "freshwater college" means has always been a bit hazy in my mind, but if it means "lovers' lane;" "the Cannon;' college town;" nearby woods and swimmin' pools, as compared with various asphalt diploma factories, every Freshwater College from Princeton to Siwash will gladly join the chorus. Ask George Ade.