Son

Last November a woman died in Frank Travia's Brooklyn apartment. Fearful, he locked the door, pulled down the shades. Then he set to work to hack her body into smaller pieces. As he tore loose each limb, he wrapped the mess in a neat bundle; at night a policeman caught him throwing the packages into the East River.

Last week Frank Travia was acquitted. Chemical analysis had show.n the woman's brain to be saturated with alcohol, her blood with more than enough carbon monoxide to cause her death. To the jury box, Mr. Travia's smiling young lawyer rushed, shook hands all around. He, Alfred E. Smith Jr.,* son of New York's famed Governor, Alfred E. Smith, had won his spurs in his first murder case. Democrats who hope to see Governor Smith installed in the White House, saw in his son's success a new and good omen. For most U. S. Presidents who have bred sons have bred smart ones,-- witness President Adams the Elder, Harrison the Elder, Lincoln, Cleveland, Roosevelt, Taft.

* Young Alfred E. is married. He eloped in October, 1924, with Miss Bertha Gott of Syracuse.