The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, October 18, 1920, Page 4

PAGE FOUR RISMARCK DAILY TRIBUNE MONDAY, OCTOBER 18, 1920. THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE [oA are RE ET TET AL Entered at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D,, as Second Class Matter. é Editor GEORGE D. MANN . . . . rovelgn resentatives G, LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY CHICAGO DETROM ene SK YNE, BURNS AND SMITH : NEWYORK > | - - -_ Fifth Ave. Bldg. The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use for publication of all news credited to it or not otherwise eredited in this paper and also the locél news published be ; All rights of publication of special dispatches herein are also reserved. MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATION SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN ADVANCE Daily by carrier, per year........ 20 Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck f Daily by mail, per year (in state ‘outside Bismarck) 5.00 Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota............ 6.00 THE STATE’S OLDEST ‘NEWSPAPER (Established 1878) > PUT FUSION TICKET OVER Two weeks remain befoge North Dakota casts its ballots in the most improtant election since statehood. It will bé a vital decision for or against socialism. Two more years of the Townley re- gime will plunge the state deeper into the pro- gram of state ownership and lay the foundation at least for socialization of all industry including farming. If Townley, Lemke and Frazier put over their program Nov| 2, the state stands com- mitted to the whole socialist scheme. There is nothing to stop them except the intel- ligence of the North Dakota voters. The time is short for fearless and energetic work to save the state government from being plunged deeper inio vicious experiments in socialism which spell bol- shevism and anarchy. j Townley, Lemke and Frazier have had four years of undisputed sway. Nothing has been ac- complished of an outstanding nature. Marketing conditions are no better than when Townley first rode into fame on that issue. Interest rates are as high and money much scarcer. Townley and his band of reds were going to lower the one and increase the supply of the other. They have failed. Millions of North Dakota money deposited by the state in Twin City and Chicago banks is the way Townley has gouged “Big Biz.” This is' his method of supplying more money to build up the state. ‘ Taxes hae gone up tivo, three and even four fold under a: Townley,régime. The Nonpartisan League committed itself unequivocably to a policy of economy in state administration. Literally hundreds have been added to the payroll. Appro- priations, for state purposes have doubled and trebbled since the ‘(New Day” dawned in North] Dakota. ! ; Townley. has had a governor, a legislature and a supreme court sympathetic to his economic pol- | icies. No political boss in the history of the state ever weilded greater power to put into effect cam- paign promises and programs. ; Practigally nothing has been done. If the farm- vers of Btate could have spent, under cooper- ative effortigill the money taken frog them in in- creased taxes, dues to the nonpartisan league and through private stock selling schemes for stores,’ newspapers, and sisal trusts, North Dakota would have had today ten or twelve terminal elevators and mills, a string of banks and a surplus for a strong, efficient homebuilding organization. 7 Millions have been wrung from the taxpayers of North Dakota and spent with unprecedented prodigality. Townley’s campaign promises are as sounding brass. His record of performance is as barren as a rain washed bone. | ‘ The fatimérs have waited patiently four long years for Mr. Townley to make "good. They dumped the whole state with its vast resources into his lap, but the fellow is absolutely devoid of constructive ability. He can wreck like dynamite, but is feeble as an infant when it comes to con- structive action. These then are’'the issues in the campaign. There are none other of greater importance. Town- ley and his imported socialists, prophets of- the _New Day, have drawn heavily upon the resources of the state creating nothing in return, except a bumper crop of taxes and a surplus of job hold- ers whose leather lungs root for the New Day as long as the ghost walks. Men and women voters get out and vote No- vember 2 to end the greatest farce in govern- ment ever conceived in the mind of man. Prosecuting, sounds a littie like price-cutting if you say it fast. But it’s doubtful if talk of the first had much to do with the second. , STRAW GAS Just when éverybody was viewing the gasoline situation with alarm, due, in no small measure, to the often mention of the word “shortage” the storm blows over, clouds fade away, and the sun shines again. Make gas out of straw, corn-cobs, and old to- mato vines out of the garden. That pleasing solution for the gas shortage problem is partially promised by the Department of Agriculture. The exptgiment station at Arlington, Va., is distilling straw and thus producing gas on a small scale: 5 The department hopes to prove that gas may be obtained “from wheat, oats, barley, rye, and || rice straws, and from cornstalks, corncobs, and other vegetable matter usually burned as waste.” Another reason for planning a backyard garden for 1921! -. ‘ yee ihe Being in optimistic frame-of mind the depart- ment sees a future wherein the strawstack and corncob collection on the farm will supply the farmer with “heat and light for his house, power for stationery engines, and, possibly, for his tractor.” Now if Johnnie Rockefeller doesn’t hustle out and buy up all the straw and corncobs agricultural gass producers will put a stop to that talk of gas shortages! . Better'get yourself an umbrella; the new aerial liners are to have shower baths. ae Will they ever form the habit of saying to the soda clerk: “Have one with me?” “We don’t want to be rationalized,” says Rus- sia, “but we’d just as soon be rationed. It is indeed a plethoric cellar that has been able to withstand 15 months of drought. Sergeant Lark who fell 6000 feet in a para- chute without injury is named to some purpose. “Governor Cox’s voice is becoming a serious problem in the Democratic campaign” asserts a staff correspondent of the Sun and New York Herald. Of course it is. Whether he keeps it or loses it the problem is not solved. : EDITORIAL REVIEW Comments reproduced in this column may or may not express the opinions of The Tribune. They are oh sented here in order vhat our readers: may have aldes of Impaeae issues which are being discussed in the press of the day. { FARMER AND HIS ‘WHEAT The Northwest is)vitally concerned:in the sen- sational decline in grain prices; Wheat:is down more than 75 cents a bushel from the price pre- vailing a few months ago and corn and oats have lost ground in proportion. Grains are selling now below the 1920 cost of production, and farmers face a loss which will be serious, even if the mar- ket goes no lower. Very little of this year’s crop has been marketed in the Northwest,. according to report, and a liberal part of the 1919 crop still is in storage. There is a chante of course, that the market will recover, partially at least.. Farmers are said to be holding their grain in expectation of such a turn. Grain market experts, however, just now are decidedly pessimistic, seeking the break in grain prices as a part of the downward movement in prices of all commodities. If this view is cor- rect, efforts of farmers to sustain prices by hold- ing back their produce may be without result. The farmers under these circumstances is in a position similar to that of the manufacturer who |finds himself on a falling market with a large surplus of finished product made from high-priced ‘raw materials and with high-priced lakor. The manufacturer must take his loss and protect him- self against the future as/best he can—by curtail- ment of production, by economical administration, and by conservative buying of raw materials. The same problem is now faced by the farmer. If we expect the farmer to produce wheat at $1.90 a bushel, it must be made possible for him to grow ,it at a cost of much less than that in order that he may have a reasonable profit. No manufac- turer is going to sell commodities for less than! it costs him to make them, and no farmer is going| to raise $2 wheat and sell it for $1.90. The re- sult of the present sensational decline ‘in grain prices, therefore, will clearly: be lowered produc- tion until such time.as the farmer’s own operating costs descend to a level at shich cheap:wheat is profitable. Tie Fee ae 82 The farmer is not unreasonable. All he de- mands, we take it, is that he shall have a fair margin of profit... He can*make rféney on $2 wheat—if he can produce it for a sum which will allow him a fair profit. The manufacturer is in the same situation exactly. Neither he nor the farmer is going to produce goods which cost more than they can be sold for. Stability of prices is what both are anxious for. And nobody will blame either the farmer or the manufacturer for proceeding conservatively until it is apparent that prices have stabilized. Meantim: the farmer has had an object lesson in governr.‘i .* nership which probably will not be lost up. 7". ~9 doubtless remembers that the bulk <1" os “rop might have been, market) rc ase «t for the freight | car shorta,: wort etnies ~ent opera- tion of ther‘. . si ~~ POOR LITTLE SINBAD’ L penta =n Ta 7 + | The Experiencés | Of Hiram Wise INTRODUCTION “Hiram Wise” is a farmer of the old school who believes in the “emancyashun o’ humanity.” Be- ing a forward looking man, he i one of the first to join the Non- partisan league when its organ- izers visited his , community. While his varied experiences are told in story form, practically ev- ery one of them has been dup- licated in real life. “Bobs’” speech has been writ- ten in dialect in order to carry out the general idea. It is “Hir- am” who is‘doing the talking, tell- ing the reader of his experiences with the Nonpartisan league in emancipatitig, North Dakota. —The Author. & . 1X. Borrowing’ Books Brings Trouble. One day after we had got settled back on the farm I went down to Henroost Center after the mail, an’ John Rand, the postman sez: “The new school library came up on the train.this mornin’. Hank Jenkins wuz here a while ago an’ said if I seen any one from dowm your way to send it out with ‘em. Maybe you could take it with you.” “Sure I can,” sez I, “an’ Miss Jones will be awful glad to get it. She wuz tellin’ Mary Ann the other day at church she had sext fer a travelin’ library an’ wuz anx- ious to get it, as she knew there would be sum good story: books in it.” So I went over to the depot an’ told Hank I'd come after the books. “All right,” he said, an’ brot 'em out. They made quite a bundle, too, as thar must 0’ been about 50 o’ them or more. When I got to the school house it wuz recess an’ Miss Jones, the teach- er, helped unload the box. “Now, Mr. Wise,” sez she, “just come right in an’ we'll unpack’ 7em an’ you pick out. some to take home with you. Your wife wuz tellin’ me Sunday that she enjoyed a good story.” “All right,” ez I, so I hitched the horses to the rack an’ went in. When we had the books unpacked an’ in the bookcase they made a fine showin’, an’ so I thot i'd petter take what I wanted an’ hurry back, as it. wuz near time fer school to take up. Bein’ a religious man, I see one marked “Profits 0’ Religion,” so I thought it would just suit me, as nothin’ is more profitable than\ re- ligion to a person. Then I looked ‘round fer one to take home to, Mary Ann. Now, altho she would never ad- mit it, Mary Ann is as fond of a good love story as a sixteen-year-old: kid. So when I seen a book called “Lovely Ethel” or somethin’ like that, I took it, an’ Miss Jones wrapped ’em up in a piece o’ paper an’ gave ’em to me. “’Now,” sez she, “when you have these boéks read, come over and get more; you know the books are meant fer every one in the district, not merely for the scholars.” “All right,” I sez, an’ drove home. When I got home I found Rev. Samuel Biggers an’ his wife were thar, so I put the books on the table in the hall an’ went in to wel- come them. They stayed till late an’ I didn’t say nothin’ about the books Oe, luntit the next day, when Mary Ann had her work done up fer the mornin’, an’ I had the chores done I happened to think o’ them an’ fetched ’em out. “Here,” sez 1 to Mary Ann, handin’ her the one I’d'picked out fer her, “is somethin’ you’ll like, bein’ as it’s a love story.”4 She reached fer her specs an’ put 'em on, sayin’: “Well, Hiram, you can make all the fun o’ me you want to, but have you forgotten you wuz once in love your- self?” \ “An’ still am,” sez I, reachin’ over an’ pattin’ her shoulder, “an’ still am, dear, an’ always will be, re- member that.” After callin’ me an ol’ “softy,” she settled down in her chair an’ opened the book. The fire in the base burner cracked merrily, an’ ol’ Alex, the white cat, come in an’ laid himself down right by Mary Ann’s feet, on a rug. A little stool with her knittin’ basket on it stood right side o’ her chair. I am givin’.these detales so. you can understan’ what happened later on better, an’e also because it seemed so peaceful like an’ cheerful, somehow. Ol’ Alex began to purr himself to sleep, an’ I opened my book an’ begun to read. : Right from the start I see it wuzn't what I thot it would be. Instead o’ a religious book, the feller who .wrote it seemed to be engaged in pickin’ all the religious denominashuns to pieces. First one, then t’other, an’ I had just about decided it wasn’t no ways fittin’ fer to read, when ol’ Alex let out a yowl that would have done credit to his savage! ancestors, an’ flew on top o’ the clock shelf. Mary Ann had riz from her chair, an’ stepped on him with all her 280 pounds, an’ at once I see somethin’ wuz terribly wrong with Mary Ann. Her face wuz as red as a turkey gobbler’s snout an’ her breath came in gasps like a railroad engine makin’ a grade with a load 9’ coal be- hind it. i As Alex yowled she stepped kind o’ sideways an’ tripped over the stool with her knittin’ basket on it, an’ would o’ fell if I hadn’t caught her in jis nick o’ time, an’ helped her back in her seat... She ci 't_speak an’ rer a minute’'r tearet she had had a stroke o’ soue:kimd} «But at last she managed pk a out, {‘Hiram—Joshua, what’ kind* o" a S8o0k ‘fs that?” Wal, her .words relieved me a lot, an’ I said: “Fer goodness sake, Mary Ann, what ails ygu, anyway? Did you think burglars wuz after‘you, or what? Your story must o’ been sum excitin’ to say the least, to make you cut. up any such capers as that, a respectable married woman like you.” “That's just it, Hi- ram Joshua,” said Mary Ann, havin’ by now regained her breath.\It's because I am a tespectable married woman that I insist on knowing just where you got that book.”* “Why,” sez I, “where would, I get it? From the school’ library, o’ course. Your friend, Miss Jones, sent it over fer you to read.” . , “What!” she gasped. “You got that book from the school library?” She couldn’t say any more just then, but her face spoke volyums. (To be continued.) 7 His Early Struggle. “Tell me, Mr. Wombat, of your early struggles.” ARON, “Well, my mother says they wefe terrible when she wanted to scrub my ears.”—Louisvillé Courier-Journal. i POETS’ CORNER | BOI RIOT OSE —> If yer tired o’ scratchin’ ‘gravel while yer boss gits all th’ dough, If yer tired o’ city pickins’ an’ th’ money comin’ slow; If yer want t’ git off somewhere far away fr’m care an’ harm, Hike right out into th’ country, buy yerself a little farm! Get a horse, a cow an’ chickens, An’ a hive’ er two o’ bees, Set th’ latter in th’ orchard under- neath th’ apple trees; Plant a garden, an’ a big one, yer will eat a whole lot more, * Then yer did down in th’ city. cramped jp in a two by four. There is room out in th’ country, room f’r folks t’ stretch an’ grow, An’ a glorious “git “there” feelin’, good f’r every one t’ know; An’ yer feelin’ some important in syer, dandy little home, With its orchard, barns an’ cottage, when yer know it is yer own. Pick strawberries, great big fellers, not th’ kin’ down at th’ shop, With th’ small ones on th’ bottom an’ ith’ big ones on th’ top, Put ’em in a bowl er saucer, fill em up with glorious cream, With a little bit 0’ sugar, you’ve a dish fit f'r a queen. Don’t yer like t’ go a fishin’, ‘neath a lazy summer sky. Watch ol’ Mr. Trout debatin’ whether he shall take th’ fly? Then he makes'a jump an’ gits it— gits it an’ it gits him, too! An’ then hurries over yander, like th’ speckled beauties do. Here there is a,landlord comin’, tell- in’ yer t’ move or pay, While he’s raisin’ o’ yer rentin’ teen dollars ev’ry day; Here is health an’ sweet contentment, such as yer have never known, Down upon th’ farm’ is waitin’ f'r yer such a home sweet home. fif- There is somethin’ "bout th’ country, with its skies so bright an’ blue, An’ its little flow’rs hidin’ in th’ fragance o’ th’ dew, While th’ birdies all are singin’ ‘round about our cottage door, Makes us feel we're nearer heaven, than we've ever been before. —FLORENCE BORNER. f PEOPLE'S FORUM | o——_— Bismarck, Oct. 15, 1920. Editor Tribune: How in the name of all that’s sensi- ble, did those fool men ever happen to construct the form of ballot in present use? A ballot about which the inexperienced voter is gravely charged to “beware how you handle this weapon, it may go off, and shoot a loved one.” pected from the editor to the foregoing An answer is not ex-j| H. MORSE, of Seattle, e Wash, who says he can now turn out as much work as he could thirty years avo, in spite of his age. Gives Tanlac eredit for his age. ves Tanlac credit for his splendid health, “I am in my eighty-fifth year, but since taking Tanlac I am as hale and hearty as I ever was and’can do as mtich work.as I could thirty years ago,” declared W. H. Morse, of 52 Blaine St., Seattle, Wash. Although in his eighty-fifth year, Mr. Morse is still daily’ to be foundengaged in hard work down at €éiames Ship- yard and is remarkably ‘well pre- served for his years. “Last spring 1 had an attack of the flu that left me in a very badly run- down condition and so weak that I could hardly get around.. For a long while I had a very bad cold that | couldn’t shake off and my bronchial tubes were so choked up-.that I was coughing all the time. I Had no appe- tite and,in fact ate so little that I }was steadily “loosing ‘weight. { couldn’t sleep at nights and became very much worried about my condi- j tion, because I couldn’t find anything to straighten me up and restore my lost strength. “I saw by the papers. what fine work Tanlac was_/doing «for other folks, so I got some for ‘myself. It did me good right from the,start, for in a very short while my, cough left me, and I was eating finé and sure did enjoy every ‘mouthful. I slept better at nights and was soon feeling much better in every way. I have gained seven pounds in’ weight and m so much stronger that I can turn 'but about as much work as most any ‘other man, in Spite of my years. Tan- lac certainly must be a great medicine to put me on my feet like it has, and I'm glad of the chance to tell every- 'pody about it.” Tanlac is sold in Bismarck by Jos. Breslow, in Driscoll by N. D. and J. H. Barrette, in Wing. by.H. P. Ho- man, and in Strasburg by Strasburg Drug Co. . (Advertisement). question. It’s a hard one, and life is short. e i Last Thursday: night a school for women voters was heldzat the Ma- sonic temple which was largely at- ;tended by the women of Bismarck. And while those women were eagerly listening to their well qualified in- structors, Mr. O'Hare and Mr. Wan- ner, a bright light was shed on the reason as to why we were there. The reason why in the past men used to say in all seriousness to restless suf- fragists, “My dear ladies, why do you ; want the ballot? With the ballot you wiil lose all your charm, all your deli- cate refinement, by muddling: in poli- tics.” And now those same men get the laugh. The cat is out of the bag. The truth is, they were afraid that we'd find them out! Already we’ve discovered one grinning skeleton in their Closet that’ awful , allot! It’s too dreadful to talk about. | We've learned the motive that led ‘legislators to scramble for the privi- lege of enfranchising women. Those grown-up kids were up against a crude, unwieldy boomerang of their own invention. Being urged on by desperation ,they called loudly for help to demolish it, or to so simplify its ‘dangers that even the most ignorant {might safely be taught its use. Well, we're here... Wehgive arrived. ‘TNiey'mdy depend uporreas: We'll work shoulder to shoulder with them, poor old dears. Moreover, when the ques- tion of ballot reform comes to the front we can safely promise not to waste perfectly good, new paper at elections on a Wallot that may easily be misunderstood. AN EX-IGNORANT WOMAN. Just received shipment Carney and Monarch Wyoming screened lump Coal. Be in a position to say, “I got coal instead‘ of wish- ing you had some. Immediate delivery. — Washburn Lignite Coal Co. Phone 453. a WILL wos. watt) PTZPUSI IANS AI fm oc £ Baca oTnere Bowivea ane 2. NEY, THiS YeAT? z- IN YES-T THINK MYSELF THAT A LOT OF FELLOWS ARE HOLDI) WHAT’S NEWS TODAY? yr puKeE vores TOO HIGH -VOTES THAT USED TO BE BOUGHT Drawings by GROVE j ~~ FoR HALF DOZEN NICKLE BEERS ARE NOW BRING- ING A S& DOLLAR BOTTLE OF HAITe TOMICc