The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, November 11, 1921, Page 4

PHEBISMARCK TRIBUNE €ntered at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., as Second Class Matter. GEORGE D. MANN : : - - Editor Foreign Representatives G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY CHICAGO DETROIT Marquette Bldg. Kresge Bldg. PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH NEW YORK - - - : Fifth Ave. Bldg. ec a MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use for republication of all news dispatches credited to it or aot otherwise credited in this paper and also the local news published herein. All rights of republication are also reserved. ech ay clinch ishesre Ee ee eS MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATION SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN NED Daily by carrier, per year.......+.++ . Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck)..... - 120 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 1873) to 1 Re Ae : CEASE FIRING! The last'shot of the World’ War was fired three years ago today. It was an inspiring tribute paid by the people of Bismarck. At the sound of 11 a. m. all faces turned to the west and for two minutes there was a mcst sincere tribute. Those who stood with bared heads can never forget the solemnity of that brief period, big with so many deep emotions. They revealed more potently than song or ora- tory could, that the unknown soldier was not un-| honored. This Armistice Day but shortly re- moved from another great day of prayer and thanksgiving should usher in a feeling of greater tolerance to ameliorate at least class. strife and prejudice in our fair state. The third anniversary of Armistice Day is celebrated. The unknown American soldier, symbolic of a host of others, is buried in Arling- ton cemetery. A’ meeting of. representatives of the great powers, called to limit armaments and head off a “next war,” begins in Washington. This conference is the really important thing. The war is gone—its physical and soul anguish passing into the mists of history, though its scars on the human race will not be effaced for cen- turies. A peculiar defect of man’s brain is that it is so easy to forget. Every person in the world should refresh his memory and write in his brain with indelible pencil these two facts: FIRST: The most authoritative. statistics on the World War show that about 10,000,000 were killed in battle. Countless millions perished through the indirect causes of the conflict. SECOND:' The war's actual cost to all partici- of special dispatches herein ‘pating nations, as compiled by Prof. Bogart of .the University of Ilinois, totaled $186,000,000,000. If this’ conference fails, thé World War—as far as our generation and the next are concerned— was fought in vain. It must not fail! A WOMAN’S LOVE The Mystery House stood at 90 Putnam avenue, Brooklyn, N. Y. For six years no one was al- lowed to enter it. 4 Inside lived Mrs. Margaret Easton, widow of a rich insurance. man. When he died in 1915, she “drew down all the shades over the windows of the three-story frame dwelling. Thereafter she never left the house, until the other day when pall-bearers carried her out. Few had seen her during her self-imposed her- mit’s life. When food was delivered, she received it through a cautiously opened basement window. Mrs. Easton stopped buying food. Neighbors became suspicious. Detectives broke in. found everything in the house, even the rugs, thickly covered with dust. In a rocking chair, peaceful smile on her face, was the old woman of 20 years, gone to join her husband. Searching the house, detectvies found $50,000 «worth of gems and bank books showing deposits of $300,000. They |armament in practical form. tries. Few find it. What is love? No two people would give you jthe same answer. One calls it God, another beau- ty, a third happiness. Others say it is akin to hate. Still-others call it the affinity of souls. Ernst Haeckel, one of the greatest biologists, attempted to put love through a laboratory and prove that it is purely a chemital reaction. Some think he nearly succeeded. The most interesting of the many peculiar theories about love was advanced by Socrates, | Plato. . Socrates believed that a soul, coming into the world, is torn in two, one half a woman, the other half aman. The two parts, ever yearning for soul reunion, wander the earth, seeking each other. Tf you find the right half, you have love—supreme happiness. If you get the wrong half, the lonely road becomes inviting. i MASTERSON Bat Masterson is dead. Years ago, in the days of. pony express riders and Wells Fargo stage- coaches, Bat was sheriff of Dodge City, Kas., toughest frontier town and the end of the old Sante Fe cattle trail winding up from the Pan- handle. Bat Masterson and Wild Bill Hickok were the fastest men with revolvers in the old-time west. They were kings in the days when sheriffs, cau- tioned by judges that it was illegal to shoot an outlaw before serving a warrant, occasionally all men and women, in all centuries, in all coun- 4 wisest man who ever. lived, through his reporter, f THE BISMARCK TRIBUNS rammed the warrant down a shotgun barrel so it would reach the victim ahead of the lead. The west has changed. So have the old-timers. Masterson, when he died, was a New York editor. He found the pen mightier than the sword or the Colt’s'.45. : f PRAISE. “CASEY” -«' 0 }. Knights of Columbus, during the present school year, will train 150,000 war veterans in their schools. Also, they will start free mail-order courses for former service men and women living jin remote parts of the country. During the last 12 months, the K. of C. spent veterans in America, including technical training in 180 K. of C. evening schools and courses at YaJe, Georgetown, etc. This training, bought in- $30,000,000. That is fine public service. Courses given war vets by this organization range from automechanics to acetylene-welding to ac- counting and embalming. ; EDITORIAL, REVIEW not here Comments. reproduced: ‘in express the opinion of The Tribune. in order that our readers may have both sides of important issues which are being discussed in the press of the day. column may or ma They are. present THOUGHTS ON A BATTLESHIP The most hopeful judgment with regard to the battleship Maryland is that it is ‘$42,000,000 worth of junk. If, in the course of the next ten years, it is gradually superseded by newer scien- tific perfections in naval design, and at the end cf the next twenty years is towed out somewhere and sunk as a means of testing out the latest dis- coveries in ordnance, that is about the rosiest future and most fortunate end that can be pic- tured for the Maryland, unless. the conference soon to assemble at Washington can evolve dis- No matter what happens to the Maryland: it represents $42,000,- 000 worth of wasted material and energy with a vast amount yet to be poured into the same sink- hole as maintenance and upkeep. If the Maryland were the Kioshizawa or some- thing like that she wouldn’t be a waste —she would be a threat. The Kioshizawa would be a Charles Dickens could have built a great novel; Menace to the peace of the Pacific, an evidence of The Eastons were a very happy couple, pleas- ure-loving, contented and prosperous. The re- action on Mrs. Easton, caused by her husband’s death, is one of the most interesting cases, in years, of the all-powerful control of the soul by that strongest of all emotions—love. Nothing else really matters in life, to a couple happily mated. Prosperity, adversity, disappoint: ment, success—all these are incidentals. Cynics deny’ love much that: is claimed for it. That is because they go through life loving none but themselves. ‘ That love is the only thing-in-life that really counts-is proved: by the perpetual-search:for it:by. i on this. |the yellow man’s hate for the white. The Kioshi- zawa would be monstrous, indefensible morally and a challenge to Amezica to do almost anything from printing a jingo article about it to building another Maryland. By turning things around we may be able to see how it comes about that the bowed-dewn taxpayers of Japan have come to consent to the building of their Kioshizawas. At best a waste, at worst a menace, and always a burden and a drain on the resources of America, the Maryland isn’t good for anything, as E. S. Martin says in Life, except. for use as argument. more than $3,300,000 on free education for war| the single grave where rest the un- dividually by those benefited, would have cost| made. A : * . th Even more important: It is practical service.! died for the flag. Above his casket a The Maryland is an argument against further waste in armament\+$42,000,000 worth of argu- ment. This isn’t pacificism. -It’s-common sense. —Dallas News. ; Bid fag ONY eee SI GSU} with the entire nation paying homage. is buried, and right: Washington,. Nov. 11—High on a wooded ridge, beside. the Potomac, America’s “nameless hero will sleep, biouacked with’ the brave of many wars. Everwhere _ about his simple tomb, over the swellifig’’slopes’ or in the shaded’ canyons)of Arlington Nation-; al Cemetery, stand monuments and| headstones on which are’ graven) names that also ‘are written imperish- ably in the pages of glory that make the nation’s history. ‘There, too, are stones, amid the long rows, to mark other unknown dead ‘of other wars, and the bulk of tle monument above known of the war between the states, gathered from many battle fields. But for the newcomer from France among this fellowship of valor, @ special place of honor has been He will sleep in a narrow hewn out of the live stone that forms the terrance of the memorial amphitheater erected to consecrate e memory of men everywhere wha crypt, massive block of stone, carved. with the brief legend. of a nation’s tribute to all those others who sleep un-) known. in France, will be placed. | On it also will go-the long list of; honors: the nation and the great powers ‘of the world have lavished on the soldierg-who gave their identity as ‘well as their lives on French battle-fields, Above the great stone towers the marble pillared facade of the am-; phitheater, crowing the ridge and looking down, over a sweeping vista of quite hills and peacefulcountry-| side to the. wide waters of the} river. Beyond stands Washington! city in the haze of distance. Over it,/ dimly: yisible, looms the great figure| of Freedom on. the dome of the} capitol; ‘farther i Monument: thrusts...a. slender gray, finger. to challenge attention of the! very--sky to the deeds of peace and! war it commemorates; closer still! looms the square white bulk of Lin-} coln Memorial at the river brim, seal-; ing a people’s tribute to a martyred | leader. i Fold on fold, the calm hills drop; away from the tefrance where the sleeper‘from France Hes honored ut unknown. At his feet a sculptured marble balustrade Sweeps ou either side, marking the wide, gr | ful curve of the footway that drops | down to the grass grown slopes, where day by day,.many a gallant) comrade from France is finding his} last resting place.. Down there the} headstones . gleam, in countless | yariety. There is hardly an hour of; any day when corrowing relativ not moving slowly: among the new graves giving loving care to flowers on the low mounds. On the, head- stones are cut the mames, the dates of birth and death of the dead, and names of French villages Where they made their great sacrifice. M a man, their record is written f to know and honor. i But. for the nameless one, asleep the terrace above, there are no relatives. He lies alone in the mys' of death. Laden with honors bey any of his fellows” below, there is none to tell of the way of his life! and his death, of whence he came or of what he was, save that he died inj France, at the nation’s call. 7 American people are his next of kin. He alone‘may sleep there within the} great monument to all the nation’s: honored. dead. ot Everywhere about the amphitheat- | er are monuments cut. with names | that touch memory to life, that bring | echoes .of the thunder-of guns from | old, far off battle scenes, There lies | ‘Sheridan; <there* ties Porter: and | down Washington; . FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 1921 “WHERE ALLIES’ “UNKNOWN SOLDIERS” ARE BURIED Below, left: Crook And Doubleday and yonder lies Dewey.” Over the peac ful slope, row on row, march the headstones of hundrecs’ of humble servers in, the ranks like the sleeper up there on the terrace, or again, dimly seen through the ‘trees goes another long column of soldier headstones, graying with L.me. Sut officers ana men, generals, admirals, privates or the last blue- jacket to join the slip before the pactie, they are all, sleeping here ‘in honored graves. Gathered” they are irom Mexico, from all the far plains where emigrant trains tought ‘their way westward, trom storied tields of the Civil War, from Cuba and the Phillippines, from Haiti and from France. Z Just Deyond the amphitheater. rises the slender brought from Havana .to mark the resting place of. her dead soldiers and sailors and marines. It is their last muster ard for them all has been raised the great marble pile wherein the unknown sleeper from France keeps his vigil. The’ pure white outline of the structure as yet unstained by time and the shifting winds that sweep un- checked through its*stately colonnade or ‘its vast roofless gathering place, rises amid a setting that nature paints with new beauty as the seasons come and go. It stands .atop the ridge, footed, among the evergreens and the native Virginia woods that set it off.in changing shades in summer; deck it out with the myriad tints.of autumn.as the year wanes and wrap/Street, Bismarck. Above: In Arlington Cemetery at Washington where “the unknown American soldier”. is being buried today 3 \ ; Westminster Abbey in London. where the “unknown Tommy’, the Arch of Triumph, in Paris under which is buried the “unknown Poilu.” x i it about with the delicate tracery of; snow leafless branches in winter. To form the colonnade, a double row: of the great marble pillars march around the circle where in the marble benchés are set. Facing the benches and~ with ‘its “back ' to the terrace w tured hollow of the apse where the solemn rites for burial. take: place. The structure has the lines of an ancient Greek. temple, a fitting rest- ing place for the honored, unknown soldier who is its'only ‘occupant, Over the ridge beyond the am- pkitheater are seen the. grass grown ramparts of old Fort Meyer with the dead clustering about them. Farther along, the pillared portico of the old Lee mansion thrusts out through the laden, mast of. the old Maine,> crowding woods to look down over. the. vista of hill and river to Wash- ington. And just over the road stands | the army post of Fort: Meyer, its garrison flag a fluttering glimpse of color over the quiet scene, the roar of its sun-rise and sun-set guns waking the eclioes among the graves of the dead; the faint, far call of its bugles singing also for these sleep- ing warriors, resting in their last encampment, OWNER will. sell modern six-room. dwell-' ing, 223 TWELFTH STREET, on easy terms, Immediate oc- cupancy. Apply 822 Main 11-8-tf | EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO | low one" $705 ae i “Why? tasked Nick. HEY, CETS TAKE CouR PapeR A MINUTG, EVERETT; = < ‘WANT TO S@G a] WHAT (AT SAYS Hee CET ME Sa ina tr! Home IL VE You THE TROUBLE OF READe IT SAYS: “IF You HAVE ANY MANNERS DON'T USAvG THEM AT re stands the tomb, is the sculp-: | Beer ignt a drug on the market, i pots et | a man who stands gn his feet | isn’t told ‘where to get off. You can’t beat a good wife. | The’ nation to start disarming will | be explanation. \ “Use more water,” said Dr. Bishop ; and the milkman saw it. | | Mexico‘iis a5 quiet as a successful ; man, Men laugh and women cry at a wedding pecause both know what. is ) ahead of the groom. , — | Chaplin has given up his humor- | ous idea of being serious and will H seriously, be humorous. | If there is a otiggegr pion, it | never strikes. x ‘ i ) arenthiyye Mary Garden announces she has 150 pairs of shoes and spoils her | marriage expectations. ! Tsn't it strange what some people put auto licenses on? Some wise men are letting their whiskers grow as preparedness for ; Christmas neckties. ‘ Women once drove’ men to drink, but in Chicago policemen do it. There is a destiny that shapes our ‘ends, tight shoe them as we may. | A’ former governor of Idaho has proven governors can be. honest by | dying in the poorhouse. i : | The. cranberry crop is abont. 422,- 000 barrels. and. now all, we need is the turkeys. i Parley,” says @ Yap {s:the way | “Yap in Arms | headline. Yap, Yap, dogs of war bark. Edison says:only ‘two persons out of a hundred are intelligent. That is -about. the number of neighbors without ,phonographs. ADVENTURE OF THE TWINS By Olive Barton Roberts Well, Nick and Nancy started off to ‘find out: where the new. island ; Was. They rode Curly, the sea-horse, as Cap'n Pennywinkle said he could | Spare him, besides he was afraid | something might happen to their Green Shoes. - ~ i They started north, and’ the first persons they met were Puffy Por- ! pose and his wife, whistling for’ joy. ; Why, I don’t know, ‘but of all the joy- ; ful people you. evef. shW, “porpoises | are the most joyful. “They!léaped and | bounded for quitea while before they | would’ stay still enough to listen to ; what the Twins . were saying, or H rather what they were asking. ; “Istand!” exclaimed Puffy Por- | poise. “I haven't ‘seen an island for a blue moon, and what’s more, I don’t want to’ see one— not for a green moon, nor a red moon, nor yet a yel- | Puff spouted some water out of the | top of his head before he answered. i “The last island I saw turned out to be .a grampus. I was just’ going | askore when it opened its mouth and ‘ offered to take me im. Said it had | eaten fourteen seals and thirteen porpo’se that day, and it just had room for one more.” “Oh, my!” said Nancy, “what did you do?” “Beat it,” wheezed Puffy, turning {a somersault. “I mean I swam away |as hard as ever I could. No! No | more islands for me. You might ask some of the seals.” ts ¥ | So off to some rocks rode the | Twins ‘on Curly—some rocks where j Several seals lay warming themselves j in the sun. | “Have we seen an island?” repeat- | ed an old seal. thoughtfully. “Hun- i t i i | dreds, but no new ones, that I can ; remember, my friends. Why don't you ask the sea-gulls! They fly every- ! where.” So the Twins, asked the gulls, and whai dd you think—one old fellow knew! (To Be Continued) —, (Copyright, 1921 i Men’s fur collared overcoats $15 at Bergeson’s.