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Chrysler has done what he could to repair the country's loss by raising his voice with rejuvenated energy in support of good will and progress, in the Legislative halls.

I have therefore supported requirements that 50 percent of oil purchased for the strategic petroleum reserve be transported in U.S.-flag vessels, that the Cargo Preference Act be applied to materials furnished for the U.S. assisted construction of air bases in Israel, and to cargoes transported pursuant to the Chrysler Corporation Loan Guarantee Act.

Men should learn several occupations, and Government find means of instant communication between those who would work and those who would employ. The lot of the poor must not be made hopeless from generation to generation!" The next demand of the Ideal was, "There must be No Vice." "The difficulties!" sighed Chrysler. "We ought to be ashamed to complain till we have done as well as Sweden."

That's Joseph L. Chrysler, the iron magnate. With his party is a French actress worshipped on both sides the water. Keep your eyes peeled." A bowing potentate motioned us forward. A bending waiter put us in our places. Orchids decorated our table. An extraordinarily expensive orchestra celebrated our arrival with strains from a popular opera then raging.

Captain Chrysler, whose caution, urbanity, and kindness render him deservedly popular, seldom leaves this post of observation, and personally pays very great attention to his ship; for the river St. Lawrence has as bad a reputation for destroying the vessels which navigate it as the Mississippi.

As he sat before Chrysler, and the latter felt the nearness of his broad shoulders and coarse black mass of hair, he could not but picture the man within sinking into littleness and self-contempt at the debased uses of his great talent. Ross de Bleury, the hospitable passenger, was a character.

The elder man was surprised. "My dear Haviland," he exclaimed, "Are you sure you are practical?" "I think I am practical, Mr. Chrysler," Haviland replied firmly. "I have that objection so thoroughly in mind, that I would not expose my news to an ordinary man.

Thus one sultry afternoon, Mr. Chrysler found her sitting, book and sewing on her lap and only a rosary about her neck to relieve the modest black dress, whose folds, "Plain in their neatness," accorded well with her indefinably gentle bearing. Seeing him, she stopped and dropped her head, like a good convent maiden. "Procedez, ma'amselle," he said, nodding benevolently. "Do not disturb yourself."

"I do not think so," interrupted Chrysler laughing, "I might put you fifty years behind the age, but no further." "Yes, but you, sir, have seen us. Why do not more of you come and see?" "For some of the same reasons perhaps why you do not know us." Some distance past the Church northward, the village, obscured by the great, irregularly-occurring pines, takes a turn and a sudden dip.

Old-fashioned flowers stocked it, and, as Chrysler walked away among them, they reminded him of the simple gardens of his childhood before the showy house-plant era had modernized our grounds.