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Oatling
By
NICHOLAS KUSIITA
Generally Paul Brown was pic-
tured as an irascible man with
the customary vile temper.
The graying hair to match his
age and furrowed brows cutting
deeply into his forehead gave him
a forbidding appearance. Now the
picture was altogether different
and he sat back in a comfortable
chair and let his age creep over
his body in a nice relaxed position.
On the veranda, sitting on the
swing, his daughter Hilda turned
toward her fiance and said, "He is
an irascible darling," and Paul
Brown knew they were talking
about him,
He didn't mean to eavesdrop but
sometimes eavesdropping did some
good. Paul Brown had been so
intent on gathering up the loose
ends of his father's business that
he had gone on and made a for-
tune out of a near bankrupt es-
tate, But then Martha, his wife,
had (lied and he had withdrawn in-
to himself. Only his daughter's
plans for an elopement had roused
him from his forgetting world
and made him realize what an
ogre he had been, especially about
Hilda and her young man.
One week to the day he had been
sitting here dreaming when he
heard Hilda making her plans with
that young lack- Farnam.
There had been words and Hilda
had stormily left and gone up to
her room. Jack had • turned and
walked down the steps.
The next night Paul Brown
couldn't sleep He could hear the
young folks on the porch again but
lack's voice had certainly changed,
seemed a lot huskier. After a while
he realized that it wasn't Jack on
the porch with Hilda.
"I can't bear it at bons,," ililda
was saying. "I cant take it any
looter 7 -eke me away."
There was only one thing Paul
Brown could do. That was to get
Jack Farnam and put a stop to
this nonsense his daughter was
planning.
Ile met Jack in the bushes in
front of the house. "Hilda's going
to elope," he gasped.
"1 thought you said she was
,lying," Jack accused. "We're
through you know. If she wants
+o elope, let her go ahead."
"I tho'lght you wanted to marry
her."
"I do," Jack protested, "but I
haven't .t decent job. Mr. Brown,
[ know how you feel about rel-
atives in your business and all
that, but I know just what you
need in your engineering depart-
ment. Your production methods
are old-fashioned now and if you
would put in a conveyor belt on
the style I've designed, it would
pay for itself in a short time."
"This is a fine time to be talk-
ing about a lob when my daughter
is about to run awayl" Mr. Brown
sneezed. "Blasted hayfever!" He
was seized with a violent fit of
sneezing.
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Pottery Factories
Of Britain Going
Full :class Again
Queen Elizabeth owned some
Chinese porcelain cups and counted
them among her greatest treasures.
England itself. however, did not
learn how to make fine china until
the middle of the eighteenth century.
when the famous Chelsea works
turned out some of the lowliest
ceramics ever produced. But it was
not until fifty years later, in the time
of old Josiah Wedgwood, that Staf-
fordshire earthenware began to
sweep the markets of the world.
Ever since then the state of English
pottery -making has been a prime in-
dex of British prosperity. Now
comes the good news that the factor-
ies of Arnold Bennett's grimy Five
Towns (really six towns) arc now
going almost full blast again, pre-
pared to recapture the export trade
they had been building up for a
century and a half, says the New
York Times.
From Father to Son
English china is unique. It is
individualized and specialized to be
sold on a high-quality level. \such of
.the old handcraft handed down
through father to son for generations
still goes into it. It can't be sent
through the kilns an an assembly
line. Because of its quality it finds a
ready market in this country, even
though it sells here for four or five
times what it would bring in Eng-
land. The English get none of it.
They are allowed nothing but the
cheapest of undecorated utility china.
Nor have Americans been getting
it. Since shortly after the war be-
gan and until quite recently our
shops have been bare of English
china. Now it is beginning to conte
in again, in the old transfer pat-
terns American housewives have
loved from our colonial clays be-
fore we had a flourishing earthen-
ware industry of our own.
Profits Steep
The pent-up American demand for
quality bone china amazes the
British. Many of the factories are
doubling their capacity, and all of
them are gradually luring back the
skilled labor dispersed during the
war. The potteries are now booked
for years ahead. Nothing the British
can sell us will. paye them better.
They have the potter's know-how,
all the native ingredients they can
use, and their profits, despite our
tariff, will be steep. This year alone
they will put $40,000,000 in .hard cur-
rency into the British Treasury. No-
thing could testify more strongly to
the revival of British trade than the
smoke -belching potteries along the
Trent.
jack shook the old man."There's
Hilda on the porch with a bag,"
he whispered. "There's a mall
coming up the road."
The shouts and the commotion
frightened Hilda and she ran back
into the house. The fellow turned
and ran back to his car.
The next evening Jack Farnam
called on Hilda and they made
their plans. Jack had gotten the
job in the engineering department
of Paul Brown's plant.
Paul Brown snorted: "Eloping
one night and marrying another
1n the 1Vnextt„;