Zurich Herald, 1933-12-21, Page 2Latest Findings
In Science World
Weight Reducing Drugs —
Lamps for Doctors—Speed
of Sap in Trees.
A few months ago an over -weight
San Francisco physician took an over-
dose of dinitrophenol and literally
choked himself to death with the vio-
lent fever generated. Thus was at-
tentiad attracted to a drug which
makes excessive fat disappear with-
out the necessity of dieting,
Five times more powerful is dini-
tro?ortho-cresol, according to Drs. E.
C. Dodds and J. D. Robertson who
have been experimenting with it in
Engl..nd and who publish their con-
clusions in The Lancet. Both drugs
accelerate metabolism—the process
whereby food is converted into energy.
Such is the speeding up that the body's
fat must be drawn upon to meet phy-
siological requirements. Hence the
rapid reduction in weight.
Tee result is much the same as
when thyroid extract is administered.
There is, however, this difference.
When the thyroid gland is sluggish,
fat accentuates in what is called
myxedema, the fancy name for a
swelling due to infiltration of gela-
tinous fluid into the tissues. Like thy-
roid, either of the dinitro drugs stim-
elate the burning up of food -fuel and
fat, but the drugs do not relieve other
symptoms of obesity. Is the metabo-
lism influenced by the drugs different
from that which occurs naturally?
The answer is yet to be given.
Neither of the dinitro. _weigh t -re-
ducers should be taken without inedi-.
cal guidance, and as yen, very few
physicians know about them.
Light for Colds.
Ultra -Violet rays kill germs. Be-
cause of this fact it has long been
the practice to treat tuberculosis of
the skin and other external germ
diseases by means of ultra -violet ra-
diation. When it came to infections'
of the ear, nose, • larynix, . lung, the
bladder, kidneys and sinuses the phy-
sician was helpless so far as radiation
was concerned. The lamps were too
big to be pushed through passages
which were sometimes less than one -
•quarter of an inch in diameter. There
was nothing for it but to treat inter-
nal infections with preparations,
:which, when irradiated by ultra -vio-
let lamps, acquire remarkable healing
properties.
The difficulty presented by size of
lamp has been solved. It is now pos-
sible to introduce a little quartz tube
an eighth of an inch in diameter and,
no longer than three -eights of an inch
into the ear, there to let the rays do
their work of killing bacteria; or to
irradiate tubercular lesions in the
kidney, bladder, lung and larynx, To
reach the sinuses a small puncture is
made through which the nminiature..
lamp is pus'ned.
Like a Miniature Sun.
The little lamp is not unlike the
tubes which glow on every Main
Street and which advertise anything
from a restaurant to a tooth -paste in
red, blue or yellow. In the advertis-
ing tube a aminate quantity of gas
(neon, for example, for red light) is
ionized. By ionization the physicist
means the partial wrecking of an
atom. Deprived of an electron, the
atom. Deprived of an electron, the
("ion" means wanderer) until it finds
an electron to take the place of the
ome'iit has lost. Almost as fast as it
finds one it is stripped again, Ima-
gine countless billions of gas atoms
thus wandering aheut as ions and
glowing because they have lost elec-
trons and we see what happens both
in a glowing advertising sign and in
this little lamp. recording to the
now feshionable theories of the astro-
physicists, the soli and countless mil-
lions of stars shine ltecause they, too,
are composed of Atoms which are
stripped and the;'efore glowing.
What we have, then, is a nminietuie
ultra -violet lamp, it a miniature sun
which. Can be intreducel within the
'body. And the sun, as everybody
lknows, is the richest of all sources of
antra -violet rays, the most, effective of
all natural healer§,
How this little earn is made to glow
inside of the ear or next to a kidney
is much too technicals story to be
'told here. It is enougz`i to say that
eametlting like a miniature radio
transmission statim. escii.cs the mer-
cury atoms of the tube. hat en-
gineers call a short-wave generator
causes a current to swing back and
forth 7,500,000 tines a etexer d within
the tube. It is at this real. that time
nmercury atoms are made to vibrate
and to emit rays, and thie without
burning. tissues.
Sublet mf awe.
heat ?iii meat sap .iris •, is a Seee, l l
Here, reasoned Professor Bruno Hu-
ber of the Darmstadt Technical high
School, is a method of measuring the
rate of sap flow. He wrapped a wire
around the trunk of a tree and heated
it for several seconds. A little higher
up he inserted an electric thermome-
ter between the bark and the wood,
his it rose the heated sap caused the
thermometer to rise. Thus a measure
of the rate of flow was provided.
With this simple equipment Huber
found that the flow is more rapid as
*the day waxes. Between 6 and 7 in
the morning the sap in a vine moves
on thirty inches in an hour; by 1 the
speed is twenty-eight feet an hour;
but at night thirty inches an hour is
again. deduced.
It is clear that if sap loses heat too
rapidly during its motion the method
of measurement fails.. The critical
velocity is half an inch a minute. In
conifers the rate of flow is so slow
that Huber cannot measure it, But
in leafy trees he 'finds speeds as high
as 150 feet an hour.
Tht Benignity of the
English Fields
Here, something almost human
looks out at you from the landscape,
Nature here has been so long under
the dominion of man, has been taken
up and laid down by him so many
times, worked over and over with his'.
hands, fed and fattened by his tail
and industry, and, on the whole, has
proved herself so willing and tract-
able, that she has taken on something
of his image, and seems to radiate his
presence. She is completely domesti-
cated, and no doubt loves the titiva-
tion of the harrow and the plow. The
fields look half conscious; and if ever
the cattle have "great and tranquil
thoughts," as Emerson suggests they
do, it must be when lying upon these
lawns and meadows. I noticed that
the trees, the oaks and elms; looked
like fruit -trees, or if they had felt
the humanizing influences of so many
generations of men, and were betak-
ing themselves from the woods to the
orclmard. The game is more that halt
tame, and one could easily understand
that it had a keeper.
But the look of those fields and
parks went straight to my heart. It
is not merely that they were so
smooth and cultivated, but that they
were so benign and maternal, so re-
dolent of cattle and sheep and of pa-
tient, homely farm labor, One gets
only here and there a glimpse of sucb
in this country. I see occasionally
about our farma a patch of an acre or
half acre upon which has settled this.
ripe and loving husbandry; a choice
bit of meadow about the barn or or-
chard, or near the house, which has
had some special fattening, perhaps
been the site of some former garden,
or barn, or homestead, or which has
had the wash of some building, where
the :feet of children have played for
generations, and the flocks and herds
have been fed in winter, and where
they love to lie and ruminate at night
—a piece of sward thick and smooth,
and full of warmth and nutrimens,
where the grass is greenest and fresh-
est in spring, and the hay finest and
thickest in summer.
This is the character of the whole
of England that I saw. I had been
told I should see a garden, but I did
not know before to what extent the
earth could become a living reposi••
tory of the virtues of so ninny gener-
ations of gardeners.—From "Winter
Sunshine," by John Burroughs. (Bos-
ton: Houghton Mifflin.)
The Bridge
Beneath the bridge, as I was hurry-
ing by,
It attained 1 looked aloft where I
could see
The way the structure leaned against
the sky,
Its towering spleedoer and its sym-
metry.
It 'owned above me like a poen in
steel
With rhythm and with rhythm of
metal beams;
Tlie and who viewed it email not fail
to feel
That mortal e.n , esue dream immor-
tal dreanms,
It hal tita eplemikere of a dream come
true,
The speaking 8ilenee n.f immortal
things;
Tide web of steel Whore white elate
drying flew
In lofty spirals on'extended wings.
--Matthew B. C. Wherry,
Ilea.vier r.a,tmlmt Of ice to keep `down
the temperature is required towards
the end of the j'ournoy than at the
beginning it ma:Teepm'ting fruit for
ong distances
S 1,N0.V$iS,
aboard the tt Wallary oo, bound for Cels sister ombp
10iloelm tells Jack Rat,tray, chief office",
that she is upset by the sight Of a re-
pulsive looking man, William .17awson
Haig, who had also said goodbye to
Eileen, meets Matt and tells hien- that
Jae had traced a shipment of opium to
the Wallaroo, but' it was unloaded before
detectives were able to 'search the elite,
Dawson is recalled to Scotland Yard and
asks Kearney to seareb King's ware-
house which adjoins Joy Lung's, place,
whom they suspect. .As they are leaving
:Butt picks up a notebook,• and is sur-
prised at the preseuoe of a woman who,
quickly disappears, Matt endeavors to
translate entries in the notebook. He is
trailed by one of Jo Lung's confeder-
ates.
CHAPTER IV.---(Cont'd:)
Dawson Haig pulled out his pipe,
filled it very carefully, and lighted it.
Then he reread Kearney's note and
looked for and found a leaflet referred
to. It was one issued by the steam-
ship company, and it gave 'the dates
at which the Wallt..,mo touehed ports
en route to Brisbane, Australia,
Very deliberately although his brain
was on fire, he compared certain' en-
tries in the nienio book with this leaf-
let. The date, the 17th, corresponded
to that at which the ship reached
Marseilles; the next, the 22nd, to that
when she arrived at Poet Said. The
final dates meant nothing to him, ex-
cept that he estimated them to cor-
respond to the Wallaroo's position at
some place south of Suez.
Of course, Kearney might have set
hint off on a wild goose chase, and
these entries bear no relation to the
voyage of the Wallaroo. But, consid-
ering where the book came from, what
was he to thank?
And "B 4" was the number of.
Eileen's stateroom!
"What the devil does mit mean?" he
said aloud
perhaps ruined me, Jo Lung, who did
his share, will fall in that ruin, and
Pa odos wh hm
Ile continued
itito: " wez11e up and down,
once pausing to glance at a clock on
rile writing table:
"We axe watched," he said, in his
high, reedy voice, "because of the
trade, the petty trade, which is done
here. And because of a series of
blunders, those who are watching
these small things may be rewarded.
unjustly by a glimpse of the great,"
Ceaselessly he paced the boor, until:
"Ali left more than an hour ago,"
said the woman suddenly; "and we
cannot trust the' ,Adder. If he has.."
"His orders would justify it," Into
the high voice crept a soothing. note,
"What does it natter, most beautiful,
provided that it corrects the conse-
quence of your folly?"
"My folly!" the woman exclaimed,
and laughed indignantly, "How was I
to know when I saw the man pick the
book up that it was not his own—
that it meant so much?"
"A woman who is beautiful," the
Chinaman replied •softly, "is desirable.
But there are many. A woman who
has not only beauty but also intuition
is a worthy companion."
Ile resumed his promenade and pee-
sently began to laugh. As the shoat
squeals of his evil merriment rose
higher and higher, reaching a note
unattainable by any normal human
voice, the woman shrank back in her
seat. She had dropped her ermine
cloak on the back of the chair. Sheath
ed in a black frock she looked tiny,
doll -like.
"Tonight," said the man who laugh-
ed, "1 shake off the dust of Englaad
from niy feet forever or I lay my
He turned the leaves back. If only belies in this cold island.'"
he could read those hieroglyphic notes. "Let us start!" the woman implored,..
But they were meaningless. He stared "What are we waiting for?"
again at the entries in the diary. Then "Tender flower," the reedy voice re -
a possible explanation presented itself. plied caressingly, "a clever man knows
Of course! He should have thought of how long to wait. It is only the fool
it before! who flies when no enemy pursues hint.
These notes related. to Jo Lung's I have promised you a rope of pink
abandoned dope -running enterprise! . pearls twice as long as your body.
This theory almost covered the This, also, is the length of the rope
facts, but left hint uneasy about the used at executigns in England," .
entry "B 4" until, sitting back in
Kearney's chair and smoking furious- Dawson Haig sat back in the enair,
ly, a possible explanation came of. this replacing the telephone. A tramcar
also. The cabins of all suspected per- was passing along the Embankment
sons, who might be revenue or police beyond the gardens. He knew those
agents, had been marked by the plot- 'all-night trams with their cargo of
ter, and for some reason Eileen had weary Fleet Street workers. He Its-
fallen under suspicion. tened to the familiar sounds audible
"That's it!" he muttered. through an opened bedroom window
At which moment the phone bell behind him.
rang, and: "His throat was mangled as though
"Is that you, Haig'? Kearney speak: ad had met a wild ani.mal....the jug-
ing. I'm hung up at the office await- alar had been penetrated...."
ing a phone call from New York. But That .was what Leaman Street had
have you grasped the facts about the reported. Automatically his hand.
memo book I pinched from Jo touched the little leather-bound memo
Lung's?" book, In leaving the establishment of
"Some of thein. It needs a good many Jo Lung, Matt Kearney had picked up
hours' work and a man who knows sonm.ething which meant Iife or death
Chinese. But I think it does the to... , someone. -
hanging trick. Good for you! Shall Haig believed he knew that some -
you be long?" one's name; began to believe that what
"I may be an hour. Can't say." he had failzd to find in Singapore
"Then I shall have to push off. I'll might lie here under his fingers.
take the book with me. I'm on my "The jugular.. , .penetrated. .."
He no longer doubted that poor Nor -
wick had bean followed by agents of
that someone. And for this --this very
book upon the table!
Yes! here lay the clue—if only he
could unravel it. Here on the table,
lay something which meant the hang-
man's rope for the Big Chief!
It was maddening! He bent again
over the pages of the diary.
,And now, suddenly, he found him-
self listening—listening for what?
"He bled to death...."
Dawson Haig thought of those
words, and, at the same momnen;
thought he detected a Faint sound in
the bedroom behind him!
He sat rigidly still. Definitely,
something was moving iii the bedroom
—gently, lightly.
Haig turned very quietly in his
chair and looked towards the half -
open door leading into Kearney's bed-
room . ,silhouetted against it he saw
a crouching figure.,..
The fact flashed through his mind
that he was unarmed— , .. Gently, but
unmistakably, he could hear the door
opening behind hinm. With assumed
•indifference, he walked towards the
lobby, and went out.
In five seconds he had snatched
from the well a Japanese sword (the
lights in the sitting rooms had been
switched off), unsheathed it—turned,
And as he turned --he saw
As a man he could net regard this
visitant who fabulously had gained
admission to these chamber!. I,3ut
he sawn the Thing which, he could not
doubt, had killed poor Norwich!
It Was beading over the writing
table- a email; thickset figure, enor-
mously deformed, humped, grotesque
., long arms and disproportionateIy
CHAPTER V. large hands. But the head! --the head,
Time meat variously kmiowia ics glitmmpsed 'lor a inonwent in'rhe lobby
'Ivan" ands eExocilenc•y," wearing a lighi.l
plain blue house robe, liacecl up and
down Jo Lung's office. The dark -
eyed woman seated in a chair neer
the door watched him uneasily.
"They do eat return," he mimed
presently, "This may mean death,
but you sit there very quietly, tender
blossom."
"What can 1 do's"
"You have done all that it Hes in
a wromnan's power to do. You have`
way back to Limehouse--"
"Limebousel Why, at this hour?"
"An awful thing has happened,
Matt --Norwich has been murdered!"
"Whitt!„
The words, had a stupefying effect
upon Kearney. Norwich murdered!
. That cry in the fog! The shadowy
figure in the doorway ... the unmis-
takable figure which had looked in at
the back of the taxicab!
"You left him somewhere at the
corner of Three Colt Street?" Dawson'
Haig went on rapidly,
"Yes—yea—that's right."
"He was found, some time later,
dead in the door of a warehouse. His
pockets had been rifled --everything
taken. Looked like the work of a com-
mon footpad, but I know it wasn't!
7' didn't know until Wilson phoned me
and told me about time book, Now I've
read your note and studied those en-
tries, I'm pretty sure the murderer
was looking for this incriminating evi-
dence ou the table before mne! • Yeu
had a damned lucky escape!"
"But—" Kearney gasped -•- "how
was poor Norwich killed?"
There was a slight interval; then:
"I don't know," Eaig replied.
"From the account given by Lime-
house and confirmed by Leman Street,
be seems to have fallen in with a
stray panther."
"Stray panther? What on earth do
you mean?"
"Well, they tell me his throat is
horribly torn, but not by a knife cut,
The thing's teeth pierced his jugular.
He bled to death,"
"But -tithe Wallaroo , "
"I'm putting a good mean aboard
the Well arm. , ."
Nausea Swept ever him at sight et
that small, nwaligr,...t head, that near-
ly hairless head, like the skull of an
infant. The browwas no more than
an inch and .a Waif high, and the mise
1.1011 it small, dark face, was repre-
sented by two disielidod nostrils. The t was especially lmopelmil of the effect
We retreated into the neck, but the on my niece when 1 learned that Joel)
upper lip below those 11 ttonc.-1 nos- admired this little schoolmate, . later,
trips protruded inhumanly. I. gave l,dmma the book Joan would sit.
(Tibe continued.) accept.
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A Lesson in
Appreciation
Helen Searles Marsh
"What did you bring me?"
This was the greeting I received
from my eight-year-old niece when I
met her for the first time, upon my
arrival for a visit with my sister in
New England, During the ten years
I had spent as a kindergarten teacher
on the Pacific coast, I had anticipated
seeing the little girl who had come in-
to my sister's home.
"It is a lovely book and now I have
three all my owe," she said.
I learned from my..sister that. Edna
had very few things, but'I found she
was orderly, careful, and appreciative
of what she had. The gifts I had In-
tended for Joan, I gave to Edna, who
manifested great delight and grati-
tude. And so it was that Joan -began,
her first lesson. My sister noticed a
change -in her.
Gradually, Joan began to appreciate
her Aunties' presence in the home.
She bad been reluctant to let even
Edna share her dolls or playthings.
Now she began to want to share with
Before my bag was deposited, she everyone and especially with the lit -
began trying to open it, saying again, tie Girl who had won tier Aunts lope.
in a commanding way, "Tell me what
you brought me. Didn't you bring me
anything? What did you come for,
if you didn't bring something for me?"
The mother apologized. "Of course
Joan is glad to see you, but she expects
you have brought her something pret-
ty from the coast."
Surely I had not forgotten to bring
mya ouly itiece a gift, In fact, 1, had
many 'in the trunk yet to conteand
had been Iooking forward to the plea-
sure of giving pretty things,books and
trinkets, to my sister's child. How-
ever, the situation became less and
less pleasing. Joan continued teasing
and hinting for specific things. I took
from the hand -bag a choice illustrated
book for children. Seeing the disap-
proval on her face when I passed her
the book, I felt uncomortable, and was
about to explain that I had other gifts
in my trunk,' when she broke out, "Is
that all you brought me? I don't want
that old book," and threw it aside.
Running to her mother, she cried,
"Auntie didn't bring me anything but
an old book."
To my surprise her mother patted
the child and told her not to cry, of
course Auntie had other lovely things
for her which she would get later.
I was deeply concerned by the
child's conduct and my sister's atti-
tude. I changed my mind about the
gifts in the trunk. The child must be
taught a lesson, even though it was
not her fault that she was an ungrate-
fuI, spoiled child.
Her mother had encouraged her lit-
tle daughter to hint and tease for gifts
and had allowed her to thick she
should have whatever she wanted. It
would be necessary for my sister to
realize her misake in allowing Joan
to acquire such selfish habits. I knew
I must help her correct then without
interfering with the happiness and
harmony of the home. She had seen
her only daughter as about perfect,
until Auntie came,
"I like that, Auntie," Joaii would
say of something that belonged to me,
"Mother says it's going to be mine
when you die," "When you get
through with that gold ring ,is it go-
ing to be mine?" "I've got lots of
handkerchiefs, but yours are prettier.
fi want tbis one,"
Never a word of appreciation.. She
nexer expressed pleasure with regard
to the many, many beautifui things
she possessed, but teased constantly
until elm got what silo wanted for the
moment. Never was she giving any-
thing but always taking. The situa-
tion
ituation was getting serious, I spoke to
my sister about it,
"Why shouldn't she have everything
she wants? She is an only child."
was the surprised reply,
But one morning, Edna, a neighbor's
little girl of Joan's age, called for her
to go to school With her. "I brought
you these daisies, because I haven't
any Auntie," she said as sho came
toward nae. "It must be wonderful to
have an Auntie come from so far, fai
away," sine added, limning to ,loan,
il:er words gladdened my heart, anis
because of her appreciation and un-
selfishness. Edna loved Joan and had
never excited her jealousy.
On Joan's ninth birthday, the usual
party was given, but the invitations
read, "No gifts, please:' It was Joan's
own idea to give each little girl who
came, apresent, instead of receiving .
one herself. -I gave Joan a, simple,
inexpensive token and a card, "With
love from Auntie."
"I like your card with 'love' on it,
Auntie," she whispered affectionately.,..;...
"I want youto love me and I'm—I'm'
going to be just as good as I can be,",
—Issued by the National Kindergar-
ten Association, 3 West 40th Street,
New York City. These articles aro
appearing weekly in our columns.
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