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A LITTLE LEARNING—
Know anything about the Statue of Liberty? You will in a minute! The dear old girl — her formal name is "Liberty Enlightening The World" — weighs a mere 225 tons, stands 152 feet five inches tall. She faces the ocean from Bedloe's Island in New York Harbor. In her right hand she holds aloft a torch, and in her left is a tablet in which is inscribed, "July 4, 1776." She was a present from France to the United States — a gift to commemorate the hundredth birthday of American independence. She cost $450,000, which was raised by popular subscription in France. The pedestal on which she stands is only a foot shorter than the statue, cost a hundred thousand dollars less, and was erected by the U.S., paid for by money raised here the same way money for Liberty was raised in France. She was unveiled on October 28, 1886. The head of the statue has room for forty people inside it. The torch can accommodate twelve, but is no longer open to the public. The U.S. Lighthouse Service keeps the light in the torch burning. On a tablet inside the main entrance of the pedestal is engraved a sonnet, written by Emma Lazarus, and called "The New Colossus" —
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land,
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon hand
Glows world-wide welcome ; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbour that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse from your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-toss to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door."
WILL DURANT SAID IT— The finger that turns the dial rules the air.
IT HAPPENED ON HOUSE PARTY—
Linkletter (to eleven-year-old boy): What do you like to do best?
Boy: Explore caves. I like the big roomy kind. Linkletter: Why?
Boy: If I find the right one, it may be my future home.
Linkletter: For goodness sakes, what are you going to be when you grow up? Boy: A hermit.
Linkletter: Any reason behind that choice? Boy: Sure — to get away from women!
RAIN — This being the month of showers, Research-man Linkletter did a little library-browsing on the subject. Have a handful of proverbs: For a morning rain, leave not on your journey . . . Rain before seven — fine before eleven . . . Small rain lays great dust . . . When it rains, it rains on all alike . . . One already wet does not feel the rain ... It never rains but it pours. And, because we're speaking of showers and not cloudbursts, have a few on the subject of what follows the rain: When the sun is highest he casts the least shadow . . . The sun shines on rich and poor alike . . . For the happy, the sun seems always to have just set . . . The sun can be seen by nothing but its own light.