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  THE 
  NATIONAL 
  GEOGRAPHIC 
  MAGAZINE 
  

  

  Photograph 
  from 
  Frederick 
  Simpich 
  

   THE 
  RHINE 
  SEEN 
  FROM 
  A 
  ZEPPELIN 
  

  

  More 
  conspicuously, 
  too, 
  than 
  anywhere 
  

   else 
  in 
  Germany, 
  and 
  standing 
  shoulder 
  

   to 
  shoulder 
  with 
  the 
  trusts 
  and 
  combines, 
  

   the 
  Ruhr 
  unions 
  and 
  workmen's 
  councils, 
  

   the 
  bunds 
  and 
  vercins, 
  are 
  active 
  and 
  in- 
  

   fluential. 
  Public 
  meetings, 
  debates, 
  and 
  

   conferences, 
  though 
  peaceful 
  and 
  orderly, 
  

   are 
  never 
  ending. 
  Every 
  popular 
  idea, 
  

   from 
  birth-control 
  and 
  old-age 
  pensions 
  

   to 
  mutualism 
  and 
  government 
  ownership, 
  

   is 
  aired 
  by 
  speakers 
  and 
  writers. 
  In 
  

   every 
  town, 
  despite 
  the 
  high 
  cost 
  of 
  paper 
  

   and 
  printing, 
  the 
  news-stands 
  are 
  piled 
  

   high 
  with 
  new-made 
  books 
  and 
  red- 
  

   backed 
  pamphlets 
  on 
  current 
  labor 
  and 
  

   socialistic 
  thought. 
  Hardly 
  is 
  the 
  ink 
  dry 
  

   on 
  one 
  writer's 
  printed 
  opinion 
  when 
  an 
  

   opponent 
  rushes 
  to 
  press 
  with 
  an 
  equally 
  

   plausible 
  counter-argument. 
  

  

  COAL 
  IS 
  LIFE 
  TO 
  THE 
  RUHR 
  FOLK 
  

  

  Hut 
  to 
  these 
  Ruhr 
  folk 
  coal 
  is 
  life. 
  

   Storm 
  center 
  though 
  the 
  region 
  is 
  for 
  all 
  

   phases 
  of 
  industrial 
  dispute, 
  the 
  talk 
  of 
  

   the 
  streets 
  always 
  comes 
  back 
  to 
  coal 
  — 
  

  

  coal, 
  the 
  key 
  to 
  Germany's 
  future. 
  Life 
  

   in 
  the 
  mines 
  is 
  drama, 
  intense 
  and 
  thrill- 
  

   ing. 
  Every 
  man 
  with 
  a 
  pick 
  is 
  an 
  eager 
  

   actor. 
  Every 
  lump 
  that 
  moves 
  is 
  that 
  

   much 
  to 
  Germany's 
  credit. 
  

  

  Such 
  is 
  the 
  story 
  of 
  the 
  Ruhr. 
  Under 
  

   the 
  dirty 
  smoke 
  . 
  that 
  floats 
  from 
  Dort- 
  

   mund 
  to 
  Dusseldorf, 
  thousands 
  toil 
  to 
  

   live, 
  to 
  help 
  Germany 
  pay. 
  As 
  she 
  wins 
  

   back 
  her 
  place 
  in 
  world 
  trade, 
  much 
  that 
  

   she 
  sells 
  overseas 
  must 
  come 
  from 
  this 
  

   clangorous, 
  prodigiously 
  productive 
  

   Ruhr 
  — 
  mills 
  to 
  squeeze 
  juice 
  from 
  cane 
  

   in 
  Java, 
  bean-oil 
  mills 
  for 
  Manchuria, 
  car 
  

   wheels 
  for 
  Canada 
  and 
  the 
  U. 
  S. 
  A., 
  and 
  

   farm 
  implements 
  for 
  Argentina. 
  

  

  And, 
  when 
  the 
  tumult 
  and 
  shouting 
  in 
  

   Russia 
  is 
  over, 
  it 
  is 
  from 
  this 
  same 
  Ruhr 
  

   that 
  she 
  will 
  buy 
  much 
  of 
  her 
  sorely 
  

   needed 
  engines, 
  cars, 
  rails, 
  and 
  bridge 
  

   steel. 
  

  

  A 
  tiny 
  speck 
  on 
  the 
  map 
  is 
  this 
  heated, 
  

   smoking, 
  Ruhr, 
  but 
  big, 
  like 
  a 
  cinder, 
  in 
  

   the 
  world's 
  eye 
  — 
  a 
  spot 
  that 
  Caesar 
  knew, 
  

   a 
  high 
  spot 
  in 
  a 
  region 
  old 
  in 
  history. 
  

  

  