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For who would live, so petty and unblest That dare not tilt at something ere he die? Rather than-screened by safe majorityPreserve his little life to little ends, And never raise the rebel battle-cry.

"Will Mr. Roosevelt retire at the end of this term?" ask many of my corespondents. Reminds me of the city girl vacationing on the farm. She said to the farm boy: ,.Does that cow give milk?" And he replied: 'Well, no, not exactly; you sorta have to take it from her." And I'm afraid it will have to be that way with Mr. Roosevelt. I hope my opinion proves to be incorrect; but that he will ever voluntarily relinquish the White lfouse, or any emergency power or authority vested in him by Congress, or ever admit a New Deal mistake, are all listed'in my book as very, very doubtful.

*** fn my book the three greatest men in the history of American government were 'Washington, Lincoln and Franklin. But if any of these three were here today and running for President for a third term, I would consider it my sacred American,duty to oppose him, regardless of how beneficient and just I might consider him personally. And if ninety-nine out of every one hundred Americans who are not at present t'gittin' from government" do not agree with me on that, then I'm the lousiest guesser that ever hazarded an opinion on this or any other subject.

A man once said to Voltaire: "Don't you think a monarchy is the best form of government?" And the great French liberator replied: "Only if the monarch be Marcus Aurelius." I've read enough history to agree with Voltaire regarding the most ideal monarch who ever wielded autocratic power. But if old Marcus, with all his sanity, justice, purity of purpose, and practicability, were here today and wanting a third term as President of the United States, I'd throw ever rock in his way that my hands could pry loose.

However, right at this season there is a question before a very large number of American citizens which eclipses in momentary interest the condition of business, the political situation, and the European war scare, and that is-"which of the two World's Fairs shall we go to on our vacations this summer?" I'd like to step up and speak a little piece on that subject right now. I have nothing against New York or its big show. f am not entirely in agreement with a Los Angeles friend of mine who, on returning from the East where he had been rather mercilessly "pushed around" for a time, remarked to me that "fn New York, anyone who can trace his ancestry back to his father, is a Big Shot."

But I'd like to do as the fellow did in the old, old story. He was sitting in a crowd preparing to watch the public hanging of a murderer. When the sheriff told the condemned man that if there was anything he wanted to say he could have five minutes to say it in, and the fellow declined to speak, this visitor rose to his feet and said: "Friend, if you don't want to use that five minutes, I wonder if you'd mind letting me have it so that I can tell these folks something about San Francisco."

In the old days (and that really means just the fewest years ago) people located in the great mid-sections of this country used to dread the train trip to California in the summer on account of the terrific heat. It was just about as hot inside the trains crossing the Arizona and California deserts as it was outside, and that fact kept plenty of travelers from going West during the summer vacation season. Personally, I have often seen people faint with heat inside the cars, where the windows had to be kept closed tight on account of the heat and dust, and the fans inside were powerless to help the panting travelers. Today every train carries air-conditioned coaches, both first and second class, and the average vacationist can travel through Yuma or Needles or Phoenix or Tucson in much more comfort than he can find on a summer afternoon in his own home. Air conditioning has made western train travel a pleasure.

The average person who casts about seeking the best vacation trip, is looking for a place to get cool for a while. Whether he lives in New Orleans, or Chicago, or any point in between, he seeks to dodge the summer heat. And the answer to that question this year is San Francisco and its wonderful exposition. For the information of those who

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