" Mount McKinley's summit," rasped Washburn in his clipped Bostonian accent, "is covered constantly with 40 or 50 feet of snow. That peak [in Cook's picture] is solid granite with maybe two or three inches of snow, and I'll bet $10,000 that any competent geologist will back me up on that."
Said Geologist Gonnason: "I say that's shadowed, packed snow."
"Rubbish," muttered Washburn.
"I think I can make it with a stronger party," Gonnason persisted. "After that I intend to try for the North Pole."
The weather finally broke. The antagonists bade each other relieved and civilized farewells. But it was hard not to imagine the shade of the doctor—a man who always enjoyed the clangor of public attention—standing by in disappointment as the party came to an end.
TOO LATE TO SAVE
Lady wrestlers, whose place in the world of sport has always been questionable, were finally banned from the state of Oregon last week. After years of legal ping-pong the state supreme court upheld a law forbidding public wrestling matches between women, and Justice Walter L. Tooze explained why in words loaded with male frustration:
"It seems to us that [the statute] intended that there should be at least one island on the sea of life reserved for men that would be impregnable to the assault of women.... In the field of sports she has taken up—among other games—baseball, basketball, golf, etc., in all of which she has become more or less proficient and in some has excelled. In the business and industrial fields, as an employee or as an executive, in the professions, in politics, as well as in almost every other line of endeavor, she has matched her wits and prowess with those of mere man and, we are frank to concede, in many instances has outdone him. In those circumstances is it any wonder that the legislative assembly took advantage of the police power of the state in its decision to halt this ever-increasing feminine encroachment upon what for ages had been considered strictly manly arts and privileges? Was the act an unjust and unconstitutional discrimination against women? Under the circumstances, we think not."
Justice Tooze's sentiments are pardonably masculine, but they came a little too late to save male professional wrestling from the feminine influence. It seems that nowadays an exhibitionist can scarcely make a living in the racket without a permanent wave, blondined hair, French perfume, a flowing satin kimono and a set of gestures more appropriate in milady's boudoir than the prize ring.
CASING ADDER BET