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LUCE'S PRESS CLIPPING BUREAU
NEW YORK, N.Y.

CLIPPING FROM INDIANAPOLIS (IND.) STAR
MAY 7, 1939 

As a Woman Thinketh
By PENELOPE PENN

IT IS ABOUT time to consider the age of men by their further possibilities of achievement instead of by decades of hurrying clocks.  The good grace of congeniality, an undying avidity to learn, strong personality, indomitable energy, enthusiasm which evidences a love of life and of occupation, should all be taken into account as prolonged youth, rather than the cold registry of routine kalends. "As you are old and reverend, you should be wise," said Shakespeare somewhere and, again, "His silver hairs will purchase us a good opinion, and buy men's voices to commend our deeds."  So I reveried when I learned from the prints that Walter Dill Scott has been regretfully eased out of the presidential chair of Northwestern University.  Why? Because, despite all his keenness, his eagerness to teach and learn, collegiate chronology demands retirement at 65.  The recent prexy has made a formidable philomath since he and his wife, Anna Marcy Scott, went through their coeval graduation at Northwestern, which he abdicates. Dr. Scott's passion for learning and love of developing young women and men, his gifts of discipline and majored psychology which stood the government and army in such good stead during the World War, illuminated each improving day for all those years.  He has filled his frugiferous incumbency with shining labors other than financing his university and assuring its promotion annually to wide scopes and consequent usefulness.  He is in his element as a just, clear headed administrator; his step is alert, his brain rich and perspicuous by reason of the exercised faculties effecting harmonous years of achievement and acquirements.  Verily, there is no age to the spirit. What a fiarce is arithmetic chronometry! What a loss his example to youth!  But Dr. Scott will be useful as president emeritus, as he, in the words of Alexander Pope:

"Reviews his life and, in the strict survey, 
Finds not one moment he could wish away, 
Pleased with the series of each happy day.  
Such, such a man, extends his life's short space, 
And from the goal again renews his race: 
For he lives twice who can at once employ 
The present well, and e'en the past enjoy."

The Chinese vice-consul, Gung-Hsing Wang, was host at a reception a few days ago at the Orleans Club, when Miss Ya-Ching-Lee of Shanghai, China was honor guest.  And a 'pippin' of a Chink she proved to be, enchanting all comers. She has made a tour of the country; likes hot dogs, movies, ice cream and cafeterias. She is wild to get back to her native China, where everyone will be Chinese, "will see the Chinese everywhere and she will again speak smoothly without hands."

Miss Ya-Chiung Lee is tiny and fearless, a famous aviatrix, portraying the new-born spirit of China, does not take part in actual combat, but has flown medical aid to the sick and nursed the wounded. In her talks she surveys generally the drastic situation of her native country and people and is active now on this 10,000-mile trek in our States as a good-will measure.  Her recital of the need of food and medical supplies for China's 30,000,000 refugees from the undeclared war waged by Japan, will simply drain your tears. Her eyes shine with the fervor of a true patriot.

By the way, Miss Ya-Ching Lee wears a tiny gold pin over her heart shaped like a caterpillar, signifying her membership in the exclusive Caterpillar Club, open only to aviators who have saved their lives by bailing out of a plane with the aid of a parachute. One day, when she was stunt-flying, her safety belt slipped loose and she fell out. She used her parachute, landed in the ocean and, although she couldn't swim a stroke, remained calmly "treading water" until help came. "I love to fly," the young aviatrix commented, "to get 'way up in the clouds, I suppose that is why I took up flying; that and because I knew back in 1933, when I started, that some day it would be useful to my country. Our women fight side by side with men in the front-line trenches; also serve as policemen and hold important political jobs. Thousands of my people are starving, many families eating only clay for breakfast, lunch and supper.  Is not this an incentive to go forth and ask for food in their behalf? Our hospitals and Red Cross ambulances are bombed, children are stabbed by Japanese soldiers and our captured men are bound together in bundles and burned alive"  Really, Miss Lee is a capable envoy.  She is, herself, an inspiration to join her cause.