Wheels are the foundation of our station; wheels provide Progress with the means of moving. First came heels, then came wheels to convert the march of Progress to a gallop. Train wheels, motor whee1s, fly-wheels, pulley wheels, cog-wheels, wheels on wheels, wheels within wheels! Wheels are whirling life on to its ultimate justification—where and whatever that may be. The wheel was as inevitable as death. It is a natural phenomenon rather than an invention. It is probable that it never was “discovered” but just came into being as naturally as a mountain or a chilblain. There are some who attribute its existence to ancient Oriental ingenuity; but too much has already been credited to China's inscrutability. Indubitably, a people ingenious enough to conceive a bird's nest pie, a language that is more like a cry of anguish than a means of communication, and an alphabet that looks like a teething rash, is capable of anything. Compared with China's devious divinations the wheel would be simple, far too simple. No, sir, the Chinese mentality was too intrinsically intricate to get down to such a basic whirligig as the wheel. China's wheel would have been shaped like a swastika or a grand piano or a bunch of bananas. It would never have carried a train or ground out a sausage or turned a mangle.