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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Christmas goose, were confronted by a starving beggar. Said he: "My wife is ill and I've got children who are absolutely certain Santa Claus is coming tomorrow morning." The businessmen took up a collection and decided thereafter always to take care of their poor neighbors for two weeks at Christmastime. They called themselves the Joshers Club and now, instead of community chestmen, beaming Joshers buttonhole the townsfolk to help Butte's 600 needy families. Chief Josher is J. T. Finlen, proprietor of the Finlen Hotel...
...returned one of its adopted sons, the ubiquitous, restless Russian painter of Philadelphia, Capt. Vladimir ("Vovo") Perfilieff, erstwhile of the Tsar's Cossacks (TIME, Dec. 19, 1927). Some years he goes to the Balkans. Once he went to Haiti with Naturalist William Beebe. Two years ago he went "up" north down the Mackenzie River to the Arctic Ocean. Last summer he went to see the monasteries of Mount Athos in Greece, which have changed scarcely by one syllable of a prayer since the 4th and 5th Centuries. Last week he was telling his friends, and editing a cinema film...
...been a farmer, a soldier in Russia's wars, killing many people. He had gone to the monastery to be purified but had found too much comfort (two meals per day, four hours of sleep, eight hours of prayer or meditation, the rest work). So he had climbed the mountain to be alone...
...first he tried to subsist for 47 days on sea water, two sips a day, which he stole down the mountain to get. "It contains minerals," he explained. But his stomach had troubled him so he changed to fresh water, carrying heavy stones for penance on a thong about his neck. Then he had hanged himself by a thong under his armpits, but the thong broke and he fractured his ankle. Then he buried himself to the waist in earth. Faint though he was, God still would not come. That taught him humility...
...very happy, waiting only to die. Could they bring him anything? He declined a two-year supply of food which they carried up to him in tins, but accepted an overcoat. He was getting old, he said, and the nights in his cave were sometimes so cold the snakes would creep to him for warmth. He thanked them for the overcoat-which had to be smuggled to him because the monasteries disapprove of him, the solitary-and in return asked them only one favor: they must never tell anyone his real name. Let them call him "Father Ilya" or anything...