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...Henry Ford steamed home from their vacation in England (TIME, April 16, et seq.) aboard the Majestic, upon which they were again listed under the alias of "Mr. & Mrs. John Robinson." Meanwhile at Para, Brazil, the newspaper Folha de Norte published alleged revelations of the text of a rubber plantation agreement signed by the Ford interests and the State of Para. The agreement, denounced as a "scandalous document," was declared to grant Mr. Ford "unlimited permission to engage in commerce, industry, banking, navigation, and the hiring of contract labor . . . unrestricted by government control" throughout a vast tract of land...
...many purposes rubber from the guayule shrub is better than tree rubber, announced the U. S. Bureau of Standards last week after long research with chemists of the Intercontinental Rubber Co. This company (Charles Hamilton Sabin, chairman of the Guaranty Trust Co., is also its chairman) has been cultivating this shrub (the only shrub that so far has been commercialized) in Mexico, California, South Carolina, Georgia and Mississippi. Thomas Alva Edison has an experimental farm in Florida. Others work in Texas. The shrub thrives in arid regions, and can be cultivated and harvested by machines. Last year guayule shrubs yielded...
...Snowden, onetime Laborite Chancellor of the Exchequer: ''This plan to abolish all taxes on hundreds of thousands of acres of land ... is perfectly outrageous. ... A monstrosity! . . . The landlords are to be put still further on the dole. . . . Scandalous ! . . ." And Cripple Snowden thumped the floor with his two rubber-tipped canes...
...Lisbon, Portugal, one Captain Franz Romer got into a rubber-covered canvas boat, 20 feet long. In it were 55 gallons of water, 590 pounds of food, and some oars. Captain Romer sat down, sniffed the air and started to row across the Atlantic Ocean, to Manhattan...
...chords So beautiful that no cathedral holds More inspiring altars and candles of God's, Tonight, my sister perished! Ah, too early! She was still young and all of us loved her; Death has now clutched her in his oily Claws that are strong and stretch like some rubber. Can you not write some words to ease my heart And write about her a touching little poem? And then, though dead, she ever will not Be absent from us though death has riven us apart...