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Show In Our Town... tered the war. He began working his way westward. Any place that powder was manufactured or used there he would be, engineering plants, locating new sites. Invariably, Invari-ably, after being in any community commun-ity long enough to rea'lly be at home, he is moved onward and upward and has to start building all over again. Small wonder that they have learned to live more within themselves. Furthermore, when a man is really interested in his work and is constantly being changed about and meeting new conditions, it is next to impossible to keep up strong ties with any one place. At any rate, here he is, a distinguished, scholarly appearing ap-pearing gentleman with a wonderful wonder-ful command of English (without being Pedantic) . All this being an excellent a sguise for a darn good scout and a devotee of any and all forms of sport. Incidentally he is head man of the Gold Medal Explosives Division of the Illinois Powder Mfg. Co., which is located in the suburbs of Springville. George has only one hobby now, '. This is the fourth of a series of snapshots to better acquaint you with your neighbor. GEORGE B. BONSPER This was one of those interviews inter-views which seemed doomed from the start. In the first place George has acquired the reputation reputa-tion of being a tough cookie, and that may well be. After all he makes powder, not powder puffs. Some seemed to think he was in- clined to be anti-social and the farther I went the more I found that no one knew very much about him actually. So over I went to 86 W 4th South, looking very much as though I had just crawled from under a passing freight train which my wife says is nothing unusual un-usual for me. George didn't know me from Adam but no one could have been more courteous and hospitable than he and Mrs. Bon-sper Bon-sper were. Now comes the problem, to tell in a few paragraphs what should take a small book, but I'll do my best. George B. Bonsper (Bonny, and that is his seven-montns-oia grandson in -w York City whom he has never seen. Can you imagine imag-ine being a grandfather for the first time and having Fate keep you two thousand miles distant while the boy is fast growing to manhood .' I don't believe that would be easy to take. THE CATALYST. ma lnenasj is a born and bred New Yorker. He was educated there and in New Jersey and attached at-tached himself to the powder business busi-ness in 1911 and never got away. Before the U. S. entered the First World War, he went to England Eng-land and Italy as a technical expert ex-pert in the use of powder, returning return-ing to this country when we en- |