In every state house, and in Washington, D.C., increasing quantities of dead printed matter have been turned out year after year.

They have served to kindle various furnaces and feed the paper-mills a second time.

Many of these routine reports will remain in innocuous desuetude.

But one-fourth of them, perhaps, are capable of being embodied in films.

If they are scientific demonstrations, they can be made into realistic motion picture records.
If they are exhortations, they can be transformed into plays with a moral, brothers of the film Your Girl and Mine.