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Show MRS. THOMAS A. EDISON W . - 1 i ' e ( ? ! ! , j - . t Thomas A. Edison is sixty-six. If he were to die now it would be difficult diffi-cult to estimate the loss to humanity. He has given it the lightning's flash for its tool. He has taken the very soul of harmony and imprisoned it for its toy. Every day, every night he works In his laboratory out in those quiet, encircling hills, literally the wizard of the new world. Think, just for an instant, what the conservation of health and energy means to such a man. Loss of time or strength to him is loss to civilization. Disturb him, worry him, divert his mind and you may scatter a swarm of thoughts that are forming into one big idea, one great working principle that will make life safer and hsppier for your children. chil-dren. It takes constant vigilance, unfailing unfail-ing patience, perfect love when you have a great, white-haired boy Prometheus Prome-theus on your hands to look after. Sixty-six years old, he is still only a big, eager, curious boy reaching out his hands to play with the lire from heaven, still lingering over the marvelous toys that he has plucked for himself from the sky. And that is what the round of life means to Mrs. Thbmas A Edison-looking Edison-looking afUer Prometheus. She is the one "boss" that the wizard obeys. |