The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, April 7, 1922, Page 4

i i ! i i lf - city life. And even when pa takes the kids to the PAGE FOUR ‘THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE THE BI SMA R CK T R IB U N Ejshook dice,-moving, winning. and losing beautiful ‘Entered at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., as Second : Class Matter. | RR RENEE RE ——| GEORGE D. MANN - - - - Editor 3 Foreign Representatives X i G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY f| \ cuicaco DETROIT. | Marquette Bldg. 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THERE MUST BE A GOAL To make work interesting, ‘one must have a definite goal constantly in mind. A hired housekeeper finds her work dull most of the time. Yet the same work in the same sur- roundings will thrill Her and keep her happy if it’s her own home and she‘has the happiness of her family to work for. The drifter and all others who have no definite Fight toward it steadily. ed. Select your goal. \That is the key to real happiness, provided prog- ress is noticeable. : “Nothing to work for” means “nothing to live for.” ORIGINAL MELTING POT India has 319,075,132 inhabitants, according to the census registration in March. This gives her about three times as many peo- ple as our country, packed into three-fifths as much territory. India was the original melting pot of nations. Now, after a glorious ancient civilization and pros- verity, she decays—-land of famine, poverty, dis- se, ignorance, superstition, caste system, mid- Huckleberry Finn, the courageous individual first night despair. ‘to brav pringtime'chil of tlie “ole swimmin’ hole.” Wee mae . bs : It is a sorry contrast, alongside the concrete ‘swimming pools for metropolitan youth in this| lyear 1922. ' Nature was coming to.,life,"back:there in the country, with an entrancing display of buds, first ,wild flowers,, pussy-willows and strange birds go- “ing north.'And, oh, that fresh air! i 4 About all the modern city gets in the way of wild flowers is dandelions for pa’s home-brew. Will America a few thousands years from now, be in the same condition? That depends on how we conserve our natural resources, health, intel- lectual freedom and ideals. All fruit ripens into decay. : RECREATION The city that does not provide proper play- lgrounds for its children is developing a genera- tion of physical weakling$ and dull mentalities. Fortunately, Americans seem awakening to this “And what he sees going north is more apt to be truth, though slowly. ta motorcycle or police patrol than birds. | Back yonder, we had big barns with huge hay- mows to play in. And, at this season, it was cus- tomary to erect great shanties in backyard and vacant lots, to house the gang’s secret society. ; In the 1922 city, the barn is a one-story garage, ‘and pa usually has a fit if he catches the boys in jthe flivver-hotel, playing’ with the oil cans. ; Cities are heartsickeningly clean, with no lum-| "ber and old tin cans and packing boxes and back- ‘alley bones and junk for the boys to gather. . Remember when we put ona Buffalo Bill show “at the edge of town, and a burnt-cork minstrels xin the barn? Do you.think the modern city youth “has as much fun at his dancing:class or the school cantata? Neither do we. The city lad is so pressed for elbow:roomy and playthings that, for instance, when he gets roller skates he rides ’em to death, then hungrily seeks, a new amusement. That’s why we have waves of juvenile, cal concentration on one thing»in the. cities. now, it’s wireless. | : u Civiliziation and metropolitan congestion may be a good thing for grown-ups, though odds are on the nays. But it’s certainly. tough on the youngsters. § It is, childhood that, has lost most in modern mania- country on Sunday afternoon, they get about as much of a glimpse of it as from a moving train. Pa is restless, nerves keyed up, wants to. get along|| Wi fast and try another stretch of pavement. Real-for-sure boyhood is vanishing to join other antiques of the day when nature and science were mysterious enoygh to make life worth while. ‘ PONZI ; en Charles Ponzi was given’ a five-year sen- tence in federal court for his get-rich-quick manip- | Nearly $9,000,000 was spent on children’s play- grounds and recreation centers in 458 cities last year.. This will pay better dividends than could be realized by spending the $9,000,000 in any oth- er way. Quickest way to'destroy a civilization is to neg- lect: the ‘children. ‘CHAMPION toona, Pa., thinks he and two helpers have broken the world’s record by driving 1544 rivets a day for a month. i From this learn that the hardest work can be made interesting, even thrilling, by taking the viewpoint that it is a game, a sport. Viewpoint is everything, in making life dull or interesting. FLU EPIDEMIC The flu epidemic took 7,000,000 lives in British India during 1918, according to the census takers. The figure is big, but it gets only a few lines Right |in the cable news. In our country, 11 woutd be equivalent to killing one person in 15. of less financial value than a handful of rice. That is one reason why the Oriental is a fatalist. EDITORIAL REVIEW Comments reproduced in this column may or may not express the opinion of The Tribune. They are presented here in order that our readers may have both sides of importart issues are being discussed in the prese of the day. NORTH DAKOTA’S SENATORIAL FIGHT Is North Dakota going to send another Non- partisan leaguer to the United States senate? Reports from there indicate that it is not im- probable if the bitterness between the various republican factions continues: to grow. . The race for the senatorial nomination is ap- ulations many commented, “He, probably .has a|proaching a scramble. Senator Porter J. McCum- bunch of kale salted away and will come out and enjoy it-after serving his term.” “Thieves who are nursing any similar notion as they, concoct swindles should ponder the bad news handed to Ponzi by the Supreme Court in Wash- ington. ‘ The court rules that Ponzi is to be tried in Massachusetts courts on 22 indictments ‘charging him with certain.crime under laws of that state. Ponzi is not apt to appear in vaudeville or, the movies for a good many years. UNIQUE LEGACY The will of Oliver M. Wentworth, of Boston, leaves large sums to various schools, provided their students are not allowed to play bootball. , Most schools would rather have the football than the money. Colleges, in particular, realize that healthy bodies are just as necessary as train- ed minds in the battles of life. i Many professors, who formerly opposéd sports, | hhave been won over by realization that an outfit like a good football team is the best advertise- ment a college can have. . The average student would rather be in the vi- cinity of Tad Jones than Professor Einstein. £ CC: : PARCHESI £ You'd get a laugh if you told baseball or foot- pall players that parchesi is a great sport. Yet parchesi was to Persia, at the height of the civili- Zation, what baseball is to America. = Persians played the game with a giant parchesi| ber apparently has the support of many of! the staged a come-back and has been endorsed by the Nonpartisan league and Former Senator A. J. jGronna seems mostly to be approvéd by himself. | Against this trio of experienced politicians the republican leaders of the Independent Voters’ as- jas they do Frazier, have set a flinty face and are icombing the state in the hope of finding some yet unknown Moses strong enough to lead them to the land of political milk and honey. This means at least four candidates and, as it is more than ‘two months to the primaries, there may be others. | But regardless of how. many there be the logic \of the situation seems to mean that the real fight will be between McCumber and the Nonpartisan \Frazier. McCumber has, perhaps needlessly, an- |tagonized scme influential members of his party at home, but his long record in the senate is credit- make the most of it. With only Frazier as an opponent he would doubtless win, but with voters ithe other factions in the party the Nonpartisans imay easily feel encouraged. Of course there is talk of tne Nonpartisan vote being dissipated, but hope is the father of much talk. Frazier has dem- onstrated several times that he is a powerful vote- igetter and he may do it again. |Nonpartisan senator as a companion for Ladd but if they don’t their methods are mystifying to an . a Biss oard worked in tiles in the floors of palaces. They ES) outsider —Duluth Herald. ee ee cen eee That was the ancient form of sport—and jazz. | object in life are bound to be restless, discontent- | L. M. McNeil, working in railroad shops at Al- » Human life is very cheap in the Orient, at times | m old-line regulars, Former Governor Frazier has|* \sociation, who seem to hate McCumber as much| able and he is enough of.a practical politician to! who would naturally go to him being confused by | | North Dakota republicans may want another; IPS TH i SAS , HERE TODAY over _ trivial:jcevents.; hds) convinced MARK SABRE, a. well-educated Eng- lishman, that after eight. years of married lifes that) he‘is almost com- pletely .estnanged:.froms:his prosaic and snobbish wife, )) ou) MABEL. «He Seek 'retage' inthe’ com- pany of higieceeitrieneighbors, Mr. Fargus andthe Perthes”—- YOUNG PERCH “and! his invalid mother. | 5 {bla Suddenly ‘an old friend ‘returns to his life. The friend:.is : NONA, an old) sweetheart, now the wife of the dashing i... LORD TYBAR. i at home is duplicated» in ‘the office of Fortune, East and Sabre where he has charge of the publishing depar lent. He dreams of wri!#g a histo’ of England and has been promised full partnership in’ the firm. Sud- denly his hopes are blasted when TWYWNING, a jealous colleague,’ an- nounces that he ras been prom!se ‘the partnership by Fortune, chie! shareholder. GO ON WITH THE STORY Sabre uttered a single word, “Good.” Twyning’s face darkened again and darkened worse. He spoke also but a single word, “Thanks!” He turne: sharply on his heel and went to thc door, , : “I say, Twyning!” Sabre jumpec to his feet and went to Twyning wiih outstretched hand. “I didn’t mean to take it like that. Don’t think I’m not —I congratulate you. Jolly good. Splendid. {I tell you what—I don’t mind telling you—it was a bit of a smack in the eye for me for a ment. over this. business”—his glance indi- cated the stacked booksheives, the firm’s publications, his publications . “See what I mean?” A certain movement in his throat and about his ‘mouth indicated, more than his words, what he meant. A slight. Twyning took the hand and gripped it with a firmness characteristic of his handshake. ae “Thanks< ald man. Thanks awful- ly. Of course I know}what you mean.” ‘Outside the door hé clenched his hands. He thought, “Smack in~ the eye for you was it? You'll get a damn sight worse smack in the eye one of these days. Dirty dog!” Il ! Immediately the door was closed Sabre, went what he would have called “plug in” to Mr. Fortune; that js to say, without ‘hesitation and without reflection. Pavasss “I’ve just heard that you've told Twyning you’re going ‘to take him into partnership.” The whale-like front gave a sud- den leap and quiver precisely as if it had been struck by a cricket ball. Mr. |Fortune’s yotce hardened very ‘re- markably. “As to that, I will: permit myself two ‘remarks.- In the first place, I consider it highly reprehens- ible of Twyning to have communicated this to you—” | “Sabre broke in. “Well, he didn’t. |I inferred it. It seems I inferred cor- | rectly.” There flashed through Mr. Fortune’s ;mind a poignant regret that, this be- sing the case, he had not dented it. He | Said, “I am exceedingly glad to hear jit. Sabre, despite his private feelings ;in the matter, ¢ cteristically fol- ‘lowed this reasoning completely, and aid so. “Yes, that’s, your way of jlookéng at it, sir, andf@I don’t say it {of view—” E OPEN SEAS A series of: significamt: differences | ‘Sabre’s inability to find sympathy | You know, I’ve rather sweated | isn’t perfectly sound—from your point 7 @1921 ASMHUTCHINSON | Mr. Fortune. inclined; his head sol- emnly: “I am obliged to-you.” i “—Only other people: look at things on the face of them, just 4s they. ap-' ;pear, You know—it’s difficult: to ex- | press it—I’ve put my‘ heart intosthose ‘books. I can’t quite’explain it but IT ifelt that the slight, or what looks like a slight, is on them, not on me.” He a habit’ characteristic when: he was embarrassed or __ perplexed. “Tm afraid I can’t quite express it, but it’s the books.” ' “No, I confess that is a little be- yond me,” said Mr..Fortune, smooth- ing his front; and they remained look- ing at one another, A sudden and unearthly moan sounded through the room. Mr. For- une spun himself with, relief’ to: his | tesk and applied his lips to’a flexible speaking tube. Sabre roused himself and stood up tbruptty. “Ah, well! <All right, sir.” ir Arrived again in his room, Sabre lropped into hig chair. In his eyes was the look that had been in them when he had tried to explain to Mr. {Fortune about the books, what Mr. Fortune had confessed he found a little beyond him. He thought: “The books ... . Of course Fortune hasn’t jimagined them . . . seen them grow But it hurts. Like hell it hurts . . thim how I feel about them.. j can’t explain to any one.” i Baca | [put his hand to the back of his head,’ . And I can’t explain 'to | Hig thoughts. moved on: © “I’ve been twelve years with him. Twelve years we've been daily together, and when I said that about the books I sat there and he sat there—and Just looked. Stared at each other like masks. Masks! I sit behind my mask and he sits behind his and that’s all we see. “Twelve mortal years! And people in thousands of offices . . . thousands of homes . . . just the same, All behind masks. Mysterious business. Extraordinary.” He thought: All looking for some- thing . . . You can. see it in half the faces you see. Looking for what?. Love? But lots have love.. Happi- ness? .But aren’t lots happy? But are they?” He knitted his brows: deeper than that. It's versal thing that’s wanting. Is it something that religion - ought to ‘give, but doesn’t. Light? Some new light: to give every. one certaipty in religion, in belief. Light?” ; His thoughts went t } Mabel. Upon a sudden impulse he looked at his watch. Only just after twelve. He could get back in time for lunch. Lonely for her, day after day, and left as he had left her that morning. They could have a jolly afternoon together. He could make it a jolly afternoon. Nona kept coming into his thoughts—and more so after this Twyning business. He ‘would have Mabel in his thoughts. He went in and told Mr. Fortune he rather thought of taking the after- noon off if he was not wanted. He mounted his bicycle and rode pur- posefully back to Mabel. CHAPTER III I “It goes “Anything for me, Pirrip?” Sabre asked the postman as he arrived at Pennv Greens. “One, Mr. Sabre.” Sabre took the letter and glanced at the handwriting. It was from Nona, Her small, neat. masculine script , had once been ag famftliar to him as his’ own. It was curiously like his EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO| No, S(R, MR.TRYUS, UM NOT IN F4vor OF THE SOLDIERS’ BONUS! THEY GOT THs STUGE IT. WOULDN'T BG Long BEFORE THS MOst OF TH WOULD HAVE IT ALL BLOWN IN ON A Lor of Fooeishness ! | AFTER vere 4 EVEN So, You HADN'T OUGHT To : 7 Feae A UTTUS COMPETITON UKE Tear Mt: there’re thousands of} some uni-') | As fast as they are -FRIDAY,' APRIL: 7, 1922 own. “She had the same trick of not linkingtall the letters in a word. He glanced at it,’ regarded it for slightly” longer than a glance, and with a little pucker of brows and lips, then made the action of putting it, unopened, in his pocket. Then he rested the bicycle against his hip and opened her letter. “Northrepps. Tuesday.” She nev- er dated her letters. He used to be U THE WHALE-LIKE FRONT GAVE A SUDDEN QUIVER AND MR. ‘FOR- TUNE'S VOICE HARDENED RE- MAIRKABLY. ‘ always telling her about that. Tues- day was yesterday. ‘ Dear Marko—we'’re back. We've |been from China to Peru—almost. Come up one day and be bored about it How are you? Nona. He thought: “Funny she didn’t mention she’d written just now. Per- haps she thought, tt wag ‘funny I didn’t . say Tae had Ae T must. tell her.” wa 4 23 ‘Mabel was descending the stairs as he entered the hall. In the white dress she wore she made a pleasant picture against the ibroad, shallow stairway and the dark paneling. But she did not appear particularly pleased to’ see him. But he thought, “Why should she be? ;That’s just it. ; That's why I’ve come back.” => “Hullo?” she greeted him. | “Have you forgotten something?” € He smiled invitingly. “No, I’ve ‘just come back. I suddenly thought we’d have a holiday.” She showed puzzlement. “A holi- day? What, the office? All of you?” | She had paused ‘three: steps from the foot of the stairs, her right hand on the banisters. : His wife! . .. - ‘He slid his hand up the rail and rested it on hers. “Good Lord, no. Not the office. No, I suddenly thought we'd ‘have a holiday. You and I.” He half hoped she would respond to the touch i his hand by turning jthe palm of heér,own to it. But he thought, “Why should she?” and she did not.. She said, “But how extraord- inary! Whatever for?” She had descended and he moved along the hall with her towards the morning room. “It's rather said >, She certainly was not enthusiastic over it. * She asked, “Well, what are you going to do?” He wished he had thought “of some plan as he came along. “What time’s lunch? Come on, we'll cut flowers.” extraordinary,” she Il She cut the first rose and held it to her lips, smelling it. “Lovely. Who was your letter from, Mark?” i ‘He thought, “How on earth did she know?” He had forgotten it himself. “How ever did you know? From Lady ;Tybar. They're back.” ‘ “T saw you from the window with the postman. Lady Tybar! What- ever Was she writing to you about?” He somehow did not like this. Why, “whatever”? And being watched was rather beastly; he remembered he had fiddled about with the letter— half put. it ‘in his pocket and then taken it out again. And why not? What did it matter? Mabel did not particularly like Nona. He said, “Just to say they’re back. She wants us to go up there.” uF (Continueg in Our: iNext::Issue) | o— Sunes Learn a Word Every pov Ray Today’s word is EXHUME, It’s pronounced—eks-hewn, with ac- cent on the last syllable, wt It means—to ,dig up, to remove a body from plage of burial, to:dis-inter. 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