of the days when steel cars were new--perhaps of the days when the
platform-vestibule first went bounding over the rails--may dream and
nod; and then, in his waking moments, stir the pickaninnies to the
glories of a career on a fast train and a fat run. For if it is true
that any white boy has the potential opportunity of becoming President
of the United States, it is equally true that any black boy may become
the Autocrat of the Pullman Car.

* * * * *

_(The Independent)_

THE GENTLE ART OF BLOWING BOTTLES
And the Story of How Sand is Melted into Glass

BY F. GREGORY HARTSWICK

Remedies for our manifold ills; the refreshment that our infant lips
craved; coolness in time of heat; yes--even tho July 1st has come and
gone--drafts to assuage our thirst; the divers stays and supports of our
declining years--all these things come in bottles. From the time of its
purchase to the moment of its consignment to the barrel in the cellar or
the rapacious wagon of the rag-and-bone man the bottle plays a vital
part in our lives. And as with most inconspicuous necessities, but
little is known of its history. We assume vaguely that it is blown--ever
since we saw the Bohemian Glass Blowers at the World's Fair we have
known that glass is blown into whatever shape fancy may dictate--but
that is as far as our knowledge of its manufacture extends.

As a matter of fact the production of bottles in bulk is one of the most