The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, April 8, 1922, Page 4

PAGE FOUR THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE Entered at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., as Second Class Matter. | Editor} GEORGE D. MANN Foreign Representatives G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY DETROIT Kresge Bldg. ITH i Fifth Ave. Bldg. eae M tte a PAYNE, BURNS AND SM NEW YORK - - MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS The Associated Press is’ exclusively entitled to the use or republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited .in this paper,and also the: local news published herein. . ‘ i All rights of republication of special dispatches herein are also reserved. MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATION SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN ADVANCE | Daily by carrier, per year : «87.20 Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck) it Daily by mail, per year (in state outside Bismarck)... 5.01 Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota 6. THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) <> IT KILLED THE CAT, BUT— New York is installing fire alarm boxes with- out glass doors. This will increase the number| of false alarms rung in by mischief-makers who “obey that impulse.” The Paul Prys will find it hard to resist a fire alarm handle dangling free outside the red box, just as they cannot resist touching wet paint with) their fingers to see if it’s dry, or poking an um- brella tip in a freghly laid:concrete sidewalk. Shrewd psychologists a long time ago realized that the Paul Pry instinct, could best be kept in bounds by making it necessary to break a pane; of glass before ringing the fire engines. Behold ‘little Willie, embryonic Paul Pry, mar- veling at spring, pestering pa with questions about | what make& the grass grow, why the days are getting longer, Where the wind goes to when it stops blowing. Later on, little Willie will be testing dryness of; fresh paint, taking his watch apart to see if he can get it together again, trying to eat everything that looks as if his jaws could master it. Chil- dren try to taste their way to knowledge. Be thankful for this. Curiosity is the force that has produced ali comforts, all knowledge, all civilization. : All forms of animal life constantly are trying to improve themselves. The desire is manifested by their curiosity. Go into the woods. Start chopping. In half an hour, if you look about, you’ll see an army of eyes among the trees—curious animals, flocking to see what it’s all about. Trapper, laid up with a broken leg in a trail cabin of the’ Yukon, drives a short pole in the, snow and to it fastens a rag. Animals wilk see the: rag flapping in the wind and, steered by curi- | csity, will come from ne away to investigate. That gets.them within rangé of the hunter's rifle. Animal trainers. differ, as to whether menag- erie monkeys or human spectators get the most fun from watching each other. ¢ The instinct of curiosity is so powerfully de- veloped in man that anything dangerous has to be made fool-proof. Put a “Danger—Stay Out” sign on a shed con-| taining dynamite. Nearly every one that passes will either force the door with a club or peer through cracks and knotholes to learn what’s in- side. Wisdom, handed down from the: experience of | the past, is disrespected — because the average! person’s curiosity impels him to find out for him-| self. Thus youth:has it fling, the bootlegger con- stantly has a new crop of customers——and, in gen- eral, man learns very little from experience. The motive force of life is Paul Pry instinct. - YOUR SECRET THOUGHT In your struggle to. make more money and achieve th 1 age pe you making full use of the thought-force that can be generated by that dynamo, your brain? ° | Thought is the most powerful force used by | man. Without it, failure is almost a certainty. Ask any self-made man what made him success- | ful. He will give you many reasons. All can be | summed up in the one word, thought. All of the material things used by man in his/| civilization are merely manifestations of human | thought. For instance, here is a mass of clay dug out of | the ground. ‘ One man, whose thoughts are about buildings, | will turn that clay into bricks. Another will turn the bricks into a finished house, skyscraper or | pavement. Still another man, whose thought concentrates | on metals, will take the same clay and from it] -extract aluminum. A fourth man, with artistic thoughts, will shape the clay into a statue. A fifth will,turn it into a dish, A sixth, with a medical brain, may decide it has curative powers when applied as a clay | pack. The city man’s backyard garden and the farmer’s crops are matured and harvested in thought form prepared. The careers of successful men, as they near the crucial. point, are created in thought. form — planned out to the last minute detail—before they can begin materializing. In your brain are many secret thoughts—inner desires. These are creations, forms of success, struggling to be born in clear-cut thought form, in anticipation of actual accomplishment. To perfect these brain creations, strive to de- velop imagination, man’s master-creative-force. Ui Ai a LL Shia CARELESSNESS Man ‘has conquered the wild animals, ‘Suilt levees to check destroying floods, imprisoned electricity and insulated himself against the death locked up, in it. Man’s scientific agriculture and cold storage are checking the ravages of famine. We have cyclone cellars, counteracting the wind.. Freezing cold loses its terrors before modern furnace sys- tems. Law curbs theft and murders by. our fel- lows. . Germs are about the only Great Destroyer still at large. Science slowly conquers them. Nine- tenths of their death-dealing: power is due to hu- man carelessness — taking chances with health, over-eating, worry, exposure, exhaustion. LEADERS With the old-time leaders gone, mass action is the motive force of modern times, says Earl Barnes, lecturer. “We don’t think of Rockefeller in oil, or Car- negie in steel. We just think of great companies and syndicates. This tendency toward group ac- tion is one of the strongest characteristics of our day.” To a certain extent this is true. But the giants still exist, though rarely heard of. The one-man idea has been modified in organization, but. the one man is still present. There is always a per- senality that sways a group of leaders. If not, the group is headed for the ashheap. DESTROYER The gates of the mysterious Hereafter open to receive former Emperor Charles of Austria, ex- liled on the island of Madeira. He has been given the last rites by the bishop of Funchal. Charles, before his downfall, was one of the rulers of the earth. Yet a few flu germs — so small that millions of them could hold a dance on a dime—crept into his system and had him at their mercy. 5 King or slave, rich man or-begger, all-look alike to the germs. They are no respectors of persons. Watching their havoc, you. realize that men are mighty only among themselves, in their own esti- mation—vanity. nt SYSTEM OF ECONOMICS Our system of economies is like a.wate> that always has something wrong with it. By the time we get a broken wheel fixed, a new main- spring is needed. When times are good and mines are working steadily, shortage of coal cars develops. When car supply gets 25, per cent below normal, coal prices advance 16 per cent. When there are only half as many cars as are needed, coal price ad- vances 40 per cent above what it should be. When there are more than enough cars, it means part of the mines are shut down, miners idle. 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 which are being discussed in the press of the day. INTERNATIONAL TENNIS COURT We would not be astonished if the tennis court might be as effective as the international. court of justice gravely formed by governments and lawyers versed in international law. The tennis court may lead the way to a real League of Na- tions with world federation on humanitarian lines jas the goal. A different sort of genus meets on the tennis court to what is found in the political court that has been seeking in vain to unite na- tions and races for the common good. The tennis court is national and yet it is international. It is first of all individualistic, however, in that it accords honor to whom -honor is due, not wholly to the nation but to the player. Fourteen nations have entered the lists for this year; and in a way,a friendly, sportsmanlike way, it will be thirteen to one. “The United States is in possession of the trophy and the team that wins from the American representatives is pretty sure of getting the cup. Nearly all the nations of importance within the economic circle are to be represented at the sport that is free from profes- sionalism and is as clean as the proverbial hound’s tooth, The number of entries for this season is the largest on record, as was to be expected; ten- Thought is powerful because it is man’s great creative force. All of man’s creations exist in thoughts form before they are translated into material. | Buildings exist in the brains of architects and contractors before they become physical accom- plishments. ‘ The same principle is true of all human activity. nis is growing in popularity everywhere as a jhealthy, sane game, that a great many people ;may engage in. The international effort this summer will unite jthe nations and they will see things differently ; and there is nothing like true sportsmanship to! \bring about an under-the-skin understanding. —| ‘Denver Rocky Mountain News... | 4 i lof —— THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE" NOTHER GOOD THING PSHAW ! | MIGHT AS WELL DISMANTLE TAE ie Oe EB A?BAA — es i ; i ee Nits = ©1993 BEGIN HERE TODAY | . After eight 'years of married life, MARK SABLE gradually' realizes that he is neither understood. by his prosaic and snobbish wife, / MABEL, nof by’ hig colléagties in the | firm’ of Fortune, ‘Rast’ ant! Sabre. A promised partnership’ in‘'the busi- ness has) “Been” denied’ him and LO iL omy ts : TWYNING, a jealous associate. Suddenly, an (oldi swestheart, NONA, now the wife of:dasaing Lord Tybar, returns after-two years of travel. Mabel becomes: suspicious: when Nona writci Sabre an inform- al invitation to visit:her., + GO ON WITH ‘THE'STORY “An inv:tation? whyever didn’t she write me?” “Whyever” again!— “May I see it?” He took the letter from his pocket and handed it to har, “It’s not ex- actly an invitation—not formal.” She did what he called “flicked” the letter out of its envelope. He waltched her reading it and fn his mind he could sze as ‘perfectly as she with ber eyes, the odd, neat script; in ‘iis mind he read it with her, word by word. We've Dear Marco—We're back. been from China to Peru—allnost. Come up one dav and be bored about it. How are you? Nona. R His thought was, “Damn the let- ert, 4 i ‘Mabel handed it back, without re- turning it to its envelope., ‘She said, “No, it’s not formal.” She snipped three ,roses with astionishing sw!) ness—snip, snip. snip! Jn half an hour the shallow baske’ was beautiful with fragrant blooms and Mabel thought sho had enough “Well, that’s that,” said Sabre at they re-entered the morning room, TI She took up a creamy rose a: snippcd off a fragment of stalk over the saucer. “Why dogs she Call you ‘Marko’?” . He was utterly taken aback. If the question had come from anyon: but Mabel, he would have quite faile: to connect it with the letter. Bu here had dis‘jnctly bean an “incident’ over the letter, though <o far closed 2s he had imagined, that he was com pletcly surprised. He said, “Who? Nona?” “Yes, Nona, if you’ like. bar.” * “Why, she always has. You know that.” ‘Mabel put the rose into a specimer vase with immense care,and touched a speck off its potals with her fin- gers. “I really didn’t.” “Mabel, you know you do. must have heard her.” “Well, I may have. But long ago. I certainly didn’t know she used it in letters.” He felt h2 was growing angry. “What on earth’s the difference?” “It seems to me there’s a great deal of difference. I didn’t know she wrote you letters.” i (He was angry. “Damn it,-she doesn’t write me letters.” She shrugge’t her shoulders. seem to get them, anyway.” (Maddening! _ And then he thought, “I’m not go- ‘ng to let it be maddening. This is just whet happens.” He said, “Well, this is silly. I've known her—we've known one another—for years, since’ we were children, pretty well. She's ‘alled me by my. Christian name sinco I can remember, You must have heard her. We don’t see. much her—perhaps ‘you haven't. I thought you had. Anyway, dash the thing. What does it matter?” “it doesn’t matter’—she launched a‘ flower into a vase—‘“a bit. I only think it’s funny,’ that’s all.” sg Mabel gave a little _ sniff. th You “You He Lady Ty ought it was* over: "Bat it wasi't’ o ASMHUTCHINGON is “Tf ‘you ask me, I call it a i over. ‘funny letter. You say your Christian name, but. it isn't: your Christiam name—Marko! And then saying “Hiow are you?’ 1k2 that—” ‘iuake what?” She just ididn’t she,” |. “Yes, 4 know. And then Don’t you call that funny?” ‘I tell you it’s just her way.” jthink so. I don’t like her. dd like her.” He thought, “My God, this ing! (Why- con’t I get out troom?” fore it was delivered! you, know!” de was thouzht, such that, of all the—” }.-stonishment. nade an advantage and she t ng?” \ t was coming?” She seemed’ to pause, sidering. You might have seen her.” He said, “As it happens, 1 | &VERETT TRUE to purely amdzed. and his amazement was characteristically, inger left him; he\ thought, “Well, said it, ‘Nona.’ | well, IT always used to call her j‘Ncna, She'd have thought. it funny, as you Call it, to put anything else. “Well, I think it’s a very funny ‘iway and 1 think anybody else would I never bicker- of the “Come back for a day with me! [!’s a funny thing you came back ‘ust in time to get that letter! There! Now Be- , He his But she otherwise interpreted his She thought she had pressed “Peghaps you knew it was com- “How on earth could T have known be con- “She might have told you. did see | A GONE WRONG, | before the real seeds are even planted or the soil; WHEN DOES The Music STaryi, Pa 2 ‘Not’ three hours before I came back.” She seemed disappointed. She said. “I know you did. “We mot Lord Ty- bar.” < And he thought, “Gog lord! She was trying to catch me.” She went ian, “You never told me you'd met them. Wasn’t that funny?” “Tf you'd just thynk a little you’d see ther2 was nothing funny, about ‘t. -Ycu found the letter so amazing- ly funny that, to tell you the truth, I'd had about enough of the, Tybars. And I’ve had about enough of them.” “I daresay you have—with me. Perhaps you'll «tell me this—would you have told me-about the letter if I hadn’t seen you get it?” a ‘He thought before he answered and he answered out of his thoughts. He said slowly,’ “I—don’t—believe— I—would. I wouldn't. 1 wouldn't be- caus2 I’d have known perfeztly Well that you’d' have thought ét—funny.” & Iv (No answer he could have made could have more exasperated her. “I —don’t—believo—I—would.” —‘Delib- “I DON’T LIVE. I JUST GO ON” —SHE PAUSED—“FLOTSAM.” eration! ‘Something incomprehens- ible to her gong on in his mind, and as a result of it a statement that BY CONDO| j¢ha one w'th sunshine dnone, no oné on earth (she felt) but he would have made. Anyone else would have said boldly, blustering- - ly, “Of course I would have told you ubout the letter.” She would have liked ‘that, She would have disbe- lieved it and she could have said, and enjoyed saying, she disbelieved it. Or anycne else would have said, furious- ly, “No, I’m . damned if I'd have shown you the leiter.” She would have liked that. It would have affirmed her suspicions) that: ‘flere was “something in it,” and she wished’ her suspicions tio be affirmed. It would have been something defi- nite. Something justtiably incentive of anger, of resentment, of j2alousy. ‘Somevhing she could understand. She could not express her feelings in words..’She ccpressed them in action. She arose vio'ently and left the room. Th> whole of her emotions she put into the slam of the door be- hind ‘her. The ornaments shivered. A cup sprang off a bracket and dashed itself to pieces on the floor, CHAPTER IV I Those events Were on a Monday. On the following Thursday Nona came to/see him at his office. She stood still imniediately she was across the threshold and the door closed behind her. She was smiling as though she felt herself to be up to scme lark. “Hullo, Marko. Don’t you. hate me for coming in here ike this?” “It's jolly surprising.” “That’s another way of saying it. Now if you'd sald it was surprisingly jolly! Well, shake hands, Marko, and pretend you’re glad.” He laughed and put out his hand. But she delayed repsonse; she first sq{pped off the gawflet# she was wearing and then gave him her hand. “There!” she said. “There!” i Mas as {hough ae. had now done soinet! Ing ‘she ‘Much ‘want, ed to do; a8 -oWb' says Bon on, at last sitting’down after much fa- tigue. She toss2d her gauntlets on to a chair. She walked past him towards the window. “You got my- letter?” “Yes.” Her face was averted. ‘Her voice had nct’ the’ bantering note with which sh? had spoken at her entry. “You never answerec just be- “Well. I'd just seen fore I got it.” fas ; ‘ She was looking out of the win-’ dow. “Why haven’t you been up?” ; “Oh—I don’t know. I was com- ng.” “Well, I had to come,” she said. He made no reply. He could think of none to make, II She turned sharply away from the jwindow and came towards him, ra- diant again, as her entry. , “Well I like you best when you're thinking. You puzzle, don’t you Marko? You've got a funny old head. I believe you live in your old head, you know. Puzzling things. CleWr beast! I wish I could live in mine.” And she gave a note of laughter. “Where do you live, Nona?” “T don’t live. I just go on’—she Paused—“flotsam.,” Strange word spoken! It seemed to Sabre to drop with a strange, detached effect into the con- versa‘ion between them. His babit of... visualizing ; .inan‘mate — things caused him to see as it were a pool between them at their feet, and from the word dropped into ft, ripples that came to his feet upon his marg'n of the pool and to her feet. upon hers. 'He took the word away from dts personal application. “I believe that’s rather what I was thinking about when you came, Nona. About how we just go on—flotsam. Don’t you krow on a river where it’s tidal, or on the seashore at the turn, the mass of stuff you see there, driftwood and spent foam and stuff, just float- ing there, uneasily, brought in and left there—from somewhere: and then presently the tide begins to take it and it’s drawn off and moves away and goes—somewhere. Arrives and floats and goes. ‘That's mysterious, Nona?” (Continued in Our Next Issue) | ADVENTURE OF: 1 | THETWINS — ———_.. By Olive Barton Roberts (Nancy bought a doll with her dime in the five-and-ton-cent store, and Nick bought a whistle. It had taken:i, jthem hours to decide. It was Nick who suddenly remem- jbered their errand. “We'll have to {hurry now, 'Nancy,” he said, sticking \the revord unj er, his, arm and making for the doot. ,”4Wé" shouldn't ‘have ‘stayed so long in here. We're not a third of the way over this mountain yet.” ‘Wasn't it funny about the dimes, Nick!’ said Nancy, trotting along be- hm. -“tHow' do you s’pose they got in our pockets?” “Magic, I'll bet.” replied Nick. “No more stories for me! - I'll bet Twelve Toes sent those dimes.” “Mebbe,” said Nancy thoughtfully. Put no sooner had they got outside and started along the path over the mountain again than another five-and- ten-cent store appeared. There it ~— to use, strangely i) ~ a jstood in all its tempting glory of red pa‘nt and gid letters, close up be- side the road. At.th> same time Nancy’s pink fin- gers touched a hard object in her pocket which she immediately hauled out and discovered to, be another dime. Ff cours Nick found one. too. “ Nick had been right. The dimes ‘ were magic. They had the power to make people who ownrd them forget time and everything else. “Oh, this is different!” sa‘d. Nanev. ‘fs a candy store.” And. she stov- pi tn g97e at the piles of pink taffy, salte) neamits and yellow cakes. “Im dreadfully hunerv. Let's go in.” So in *hey walked, Nick quite for- eotting hic fine words about hurrv- ine on their errand. They, wandered from covnter to conter, trying to make vn their minds. what to buv, feom the ecunter with nut bars to fram tha sunchine drons. to the candy Wigeas, from tha candy qeiseag ita the Tamen stiels. ond from the levon sticks ta the Tollvrons, Fven then thee far arence tha nanlant Aanida, atcla wera niled mn n-mfoot mauntaing ebacclste marshmallows and pop- hells, aly *-* bought. neanuts and Mandy! pemitkena, : THO FRAT Dn RAR gaan Cépyright, 1922, NBA Service)