The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, April 25, 1922, Page 4

, PAGE FOUR b = = Entered ‘at the Postofficé? Bismarck, N. D., as Second Class Matter. £ GEORGE D..MANN - - > OGAN PAYNE COMPANY G. LOGAN P. E s re : DETROIT Kresge Bldg. Editor eee arquette ig. . oo PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH , NEW YORK - - - - Fifth Ave. Bldg. MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use or republication of all news dispatches credited io it or not otherwise credited in this paper and also the local news published herein. " : Y ‘All rights of republication of special dispatches herein are also reserved. MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATION SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN ADVAN Hl Daily by carrier, per year ‘f 2 Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck). b Daily by mail, per year (in state outside Bismarck).. 5.00 Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota........ wevee 6,00 THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) > KEEPS YOU ALIVE Wheat, of the variety that was cultivated 15,- 000 years ago, is exhibited under glass cases at the Field Museum, Chicago. It is the most important food ever discovered by man—so important that wheat bread is known in many languages as the staff of life. Wherever man has carried his civilization on a large scale he has had to ‘earry cultivation of + wheatiwiththim.'00 @!" . g In 1520, the Spaniards brought overseas the seed’ that started the giant American wheat- growing industry. Bh 2 City folks give little thought to wheat, yet all eat it. | Your body, through which your spirit ~ -manifests-itself in this three-dimensional world, is largely a transformation of wheat. To millions of farmers the wheat seed is the key to livelihood. This year they will raise about seven bushels for every person in the United States. : Economists tell you that wheat is the chief regulator of our whole system, of economics — Srom prices to health. The crash in wheat prices since the collapse of =. the war boom has illustrated how fickle and un,| stable is our economic system. It has been so, all through history. : F In May, 1867,,wheat hit a high mark of $2.11/+ “. a bushel in the cash market at Chicago. = In May, 1870, the highest reached was 92 cents a bushel. ° , From this crash farmers learn that current = price problems are -nothing. new, but merely a repetition of the endless series of up-and-down cycles. eanetorg i You could devote a whole lifetime to the study of wheat, and still have only a. faint conception « of its importance in the world’s prosperity, health, happiness and progress. It is one of the things that are taken for grant- :, ed, without the curiosity that prompts study, -by “a jaded civilization that trance-like is interested only in the startling new. It excites’ less interest today than among the ‘=. primitive people who evolved it slowly from the grasses they cultivated. Yet the grain of wheat is the principal opening through which, into our three-dimensioned world, .. flows the mysterious current of life. With Arbuckle it was three times and out. = THE REFEREE A new cable'will be laid between New York and *.Germany. The deal’ is practically closed, says “Newcomb Carlton, president of Western Union. The new cable will be able to handle 50,000,000 words a year. That’s 10 times as much as the “type of cable now in use. ; | How long will it be before. wireless. fans blun- der on radio improvements that will eliminate the cable? Abra come=in time, though Carlton, is =not warriedabouttheswireless, says it will help = instead of injure the cable business. Wireless isthe coming leader in communica- tion. More talking will be done by radio than _. face-to-face. Later will come telepathy, the =gixth sense or animal instinct lost by man long ago. : : - The only way: a hen-pecked man can chew to- -bacco is by preteftding that he is smoking a cigar. ! TRAMPS 4 The age of the average tramp before the war “was 50 years. Now it’s 32.. And the 1922 model tramp rides on auto trucks instead of freight = trains. =. This information is from the report of a New ~ York welfare association with a name as long as ~Barnum’s Cardiff giant. é = The association is seeking a way to reduce the 3 “number of tramps. Quickest way is to. give them =the jobs they seek. Second, and impossible, is: to grind of civilization. = TOBACCO levoted to raising tobacco as are planted in pota- =tees. This is shown by the government’s head- ache statistics. A great fuss when potatoes advance in price. -But price of tobacco is taken, as.a matter of course. ( THE. BISMARCK TRIBUNE| People watch the pennies in buying. necessi- ties then throw money away on things not absolutely necessary. Many a merchant must often wish he were in the show business. SEALS The b'g fur-seal herd, numbering in the mil- ‘lions, now is migrating from the South Pacific to the Pribilof Islands, near Alaska. They make the trip each spring. How do they know when to start and where to go? Man’s belief that seals have no brains is based on his ability to conquer, kill and turn them into expensive fur coats. If an animal appeared that man could not conquer, it would speedily be credit- ed with intelligence. i The intellect appears to be a matter of vanity, measured by the ability to destroy. WHAT FARMER LOST Everything raised on American farms in 1921 had a total value of $12,366,000,000, announces Department of Agriculture. i This, by the way, was only,a trifle more than half as much as in 1919, Farmers had nearly $11,000,000,000 a year less to spend than during the boom. It has made a difference of about $200 a year in the average income, received from farmers’ buying, of each man, woman and child in the cities. One reason why so many city men have been out lof work, also the necessity that shot prices to pieces ‘in the attempt to lure what the farmers had ‘left. ; JAILS Five large “jail houses” have been closed be- cause they have no prisoners. These are: The house of correction at Ipswich, Mass., the county jails at Birmingham, Ala., and Fitchburg, Mass., and the workhouses at Peoria, Ill, and Camden, N. J. This is a poser for wets,who deny that crime ‘has decreased under prohibition, especially in view of the great jailing wave that recently has be2n sweeping the country. “DITORIAL REVIEW Comment? reproduced in. this column may. or may not express the opinion of The Tribune. They are presented here in order that our'seaders may have both sides of important lasues vwhich' are being discussed im the press of the day. ‘ | - “LAST OF THE MOHICANS” Joseph Tumulty, late - secretary to President Wilson, has gone to join the head of one-time White House favorites who have fallen under the cold’ shadow ‘of, :Wilsonian displeasure. George Harvey, William F. McCombs, James Smith, Franklin :K.) lane, Col.iEdward M: House, Col. Henry Wattersor, -yes* and Robert’ Lansing, all preceded Tumulty into the icy shades of the Wil- sonian frown—some by months, others by years. “All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.” Joe Tumulty was the “last of the Mohicans.” He comes at the end of that long list beginning with George Harvey, who fell ‘from Wilsonian grace in \the long ever-ago. Joe Tumulty may not have talked tcoo'much, but he did talk once too often. He thought it seems, that he was commissioned to deliver a word of greeting and a message of good cheer to the Democrats assembled in New York a few nights ago to listen to a man named James M. Cox, who had a good deal to say about and in favor of the League of Nations. Joe Tumulty was mistaken. After the, dinner and oratory, somebody doubted that he had the genuine and regal authorization.’ Woodrow Wil- sen, from the red brick house at 2340 S. street, northwest, Washington, D. C., has resolved all doubts. Says he, in that incisive style that can bite like an ice-chilled scapel: «x * * there need. be no doubt about the matter.. I did not send any message whatever to that dinner, nor authorized anyone to convey a message.” : So endeth the Tumulty chapter. First it was Col. Harvey, since transformed from a Wilson Democrat to a Harding Republican and translated to the court of St. James. Followed him Jim ‘Smith of New Jersey, and dead and gone William F. McCombs, Franklin K. Lane and Col. Watter- son. Bryan passed wrapped in his tragedian’s cloak of pacifism. Lansing, then House and comes { apostle and apologist. i “All, all are gone, the ‘old familiar faces.” — [Philadelphia Public Ledger. . WOMEN MOTORISTS Women motorists ate as good drivers as men, jor better. This is the testimony of a judge of the | Brooklyn, N. Y., traffic court. He says that of jall the thousands. of traffic violators haled into ‘court, only about 1 per cent are women. In former days, when engine trouble. and tire trouble were inevitable and of frequent occur- rence, and garages and gas stations were far apart, driving a car was perhaps less a woman’s job than a man’s. The perfected mechanism of ill the wanderlust that exists. in every human, |the motor car of today changes that. There is no} psychoanalytic complex, reaction from the dull'reason why any woman of fair brains and poise| \should not drive an automobile just as easily as she operates a perambulator, and many do. | The next time father stants with, “Anything Half as many acres of American farm land are /but a woman driving!” Mother should quote the} figures offered by the Brooklyn judge and ask ifather whether it is his men friends or his wo- men friends that get into smash-ups oftener, or appear more frequently in the traffic court, or are warned, for speeding.—Geneva Times, Inow the turn of Tumulty, always the Wilson. THE ‘BISMARCK TRIBUNE = Continued From Our Last Issue. /CHAPTER IV. I, Hapgood had said to his friend of against him: ‘‘He’s, crashed.’ ‘The had ‘been Sabre’s own belief. was not'so. There aré powers of, darkness could conceivably worsen ‘nik) plight, “They had. shot their bolt. He was stricken again. ‘But they had not shot their bolt. The timbers of the superstructure had but Bent.and cracked and groaned. Their bolt was shot, the roof crash- ed in, the four sides of his world tot- tered and collapsed upon ‘him, with aside while he steod’to take leave of Hapgood, The nen said, “I qaresay you know me by sight, Mr, Sabre. I’m the coro- ner’s officer at Tidborough. You're is that young ‘woman that's been liv. ing with: you’s been found dead.” ‘Sabre’s face took.then the strange and awful hue that Hapgood had marked upon it. “Found dead? Found dead? Where?” “In your house, Mr, Sabre. And her baby, dead with her.”)!” “Found dead? Found dead? Effie? And her baby? Found dead? Oh, dear God . . Catch hold of my arm a minute. . All right, let°me go. Found dead? dead.” “There's to be an inquest tomorrow. That’s what you're wanted for.” “Inquest? Inquest?” Sabre’s speech was thick. ‘He knew it was thick. His tongue felt enormously , too big for his mouth, He could not control it prorerly. He felt that/all his limbs and members were swollen and pon- ‘derous and out of this ¢ontrol. “In- quest? Found dead? Inquest? Found dead? Inquest? Found dead? Goo’ God, can’t you tell me something?” The man said, I say that’s for the coroner, And least you say best, sir, if you understand me. Looks as if the young woman took poison. Oxalic acid.” 3 Oxalic acid!” They iwent to the cab. ‘In the morning, in ‘the mortuary ad- joining the coroner's court, his mind suddenly and with shock most terrible made contact with the calamity it had pursued, \ In the mortuary . 0. 7 When he arrived and alighted from his cab he found a small crowd of persons assembled about the yard of the court, Someone said, “There he is!” Someone said, “That’s him!” A kind of threatening murmur went up from the people. Wihat was the ma*- ter? What were they looking at? He seemed to be wedged among a mass of dark and rather. beastly faces j breathing close to his own. He could not get on. He was being pushed. He} was caused to stagger. He said, “Look out, I’ve got a gamge leg.” That threatening sort of murmur arose more loudly in answer to his words. Someone somewhere thraw a piece of | orange peel at someone. It almost hit his face. What was up? What were | they all doing? | At the door of the court Sabre look- |ed across to where on the other side of the yard some men were shuffling out of a detached building. The coro ner’s officer said, “Jury. The; ’ye been viewing the corpse.” roof’s fallen in’on him.” And that] better.” But it}. 3 degrees. of | Misty with breaths.of thosd who. had calamity, Dumfounded, stunned,| stared and pecred through it. aghast, Sabre would not have believed| policeman wiped ‘nis sleeve across that conspiracy against him of all the|,the glass. . ‘There you are.” h ‘ROCKIN’ THE BOAT through his numbness. He’ thougat, “Corpse! Viewing. the corpse! _ Ob- scene and horrible phrase! Corpse! Effie and horrible phrase! Corpse! the effect on Sabre of Mabel’s action| direction, . % The man said, “Yes, perhaps you’c Ho was against a glass, screen, , eee TL SiINow, suddenly anc h shock most terrible, his mind ade’ ‘contact with that which it had oursued, It ‘had’ groped’as in a dark The rcof had not yet falien on -him.] oom with outstretched hands. ‘Now, siddenly and with shock, most ter- ‘ible, it was as if those-groping hands iad touched in the darkness .a face. Ah, insupportable! This was. Effie. his was ‘Bright Pffie, This was that the words spoken to Sabre by that] jolly little [Effie of the old, million man who approathea and’ took him| /ear-old days. This! This! She lay on a slab inclined towards he glass. She was swathed about in :orements.’ Only her face was visible. Vithin te hollcw of her arm reposed little shape, all swatied. She had rather wanted down there. The fact] ‘rought it into the world. She had emoved it from the world that would ave nothing of,it. She had brought a ‘thousand smiles into the world, but 1e had given offense to the world and he offended world had thrown back er smiles and she now had expressed. or.contrition to the world.: This was ar contrition that she lay here for ie. to breathe upon the glass, and What @’you mean, found EVERETT TRUE RICUT thins ¢Garpse!” The rough ward ‘glipbeal The} THAWES JUST TAS Same, SIR; PLT L een DON'T CARE TO RED WEDNESDAY, APRIL 26, ’22 stare, ‘and rub away the dimness with their sleeves, and breathe, and stare again, Oh, insurportable calamity! Oh, tragedy beyond support! ~He thought of ‘her as oft and again he had-seen her—those laughing lips, those shin- ing eyes, He thought of her alone when ‘he had left her, planning and oreparing this. frightful dissolution cf her body and her soul. He thought of her in torment of inward fire by that which had blistered her poor lips. 5 A very terrible groan was broken out of ‘him. They took him along. bee eo 116 The court was crammed. In two- thirds of its space were crowded benches. At the upper end of the Toom , was. a dais, a schoolmaster’s desk. Flanking it on one hand were forms occupied by the men Sabre had seen shuffling out of the mortuary. On the other hand a second dais stood. Facing, the central dais was a long ta. ble at: which men were seated on the side looking towards the dais, Two men sat) also at the head of this table, facing the jury. As Sabre .entered they, were in deep conservation with a ‘stunted, hunchbacked man who sat next them at the corner. Every..face in the room turned to- wards the door as Sabre entered. (They might have belonged to a single ‘body and. they appeared to have a single expression and a Single thought: ‘a dark and forbidding expression and a thought dark and hostile. There was again that murmur that hed greeted ‘him when he stepped from the cab. At the sight of him one of the two men at the head of the table started to his feet. A very big man, ‘and with a very big and massive face and terrific eyes who started up and raiaed clenched fists and had his jaws working. Old Bright. His companion and drew him down again. A tall, spare, dark ‘man with a thin mouth in a deeply lined face—Twyning. i IV, _ From. a. door behind the central dais a large, stout’ man entered and S BY CONDO| IMT NN Ahm Now ht 7 o at the head of the table restrained him) took ‘his seat. “Whispcrs about the jicourt said, “Coroner.” Someone | bawled “Silence.” . ’ The coroner fiddled with some pa- Pers, put pince-nez on his nose and stared about the court. He had a big, flat face. He stared about, “Is the witness Sabre in attendance?” ee coroner’s officer said “Yes sir.” The coroner looked at him. “Are you legally represented?” He said, “Represented? No. Why should I be represented?” ’ The coroner turned to .examine some pafers. “That you may per- ‘haps discover,” he remarked drily, The court tittered. ‘A man was seated not far from the hunchback rose and bowed and said, “I am watching the interests of Mrs. Sabre.” Sabre started. Mrs, Sabret Mabel! ‘The hunchback: sprang to his feet and ‘jerked a bow. “I represent Mr. (Bright, the father of the deceased.” ‘CHAPTER V. Has Hapgood said: “Did [say to you last time after that Brighton business, that the roof had fallen in on him? Eh, man, sitting on his bed there at ‘Brighton and gibber- ing at me, Sabre was a whole man, a sane Man; he was a fortunate and ‘happy man, compared with this and that I saw come at him down at Tid- borough yesterday “By Jove, old man, how I'm ever go- ing totell you. That pocr chap in there baited by those fiends. . By Jove . . . But this business, old Sabre up in that witness ‘box with his, face in a knot and stammering ‘Look ‘here—. Look here—’; that was absolutely all the ever said; he never could get any farther—old Sabre going through that, and the solicitor tearing the inside out of him and throwing it in‘nis face, and that trebledyed ‘Iscariot . Twyning prompting the solicitor and egging him on, with tis beastly spittle running like venom out-of the corners of his qouth—I tell you my eyes felt like two boiled gooseberries in my head: ‘boiled red hot; and a red-hot potato stuck in my throat, stuck tight I tell you . . . “Look itere get the hang of the thing. ‘Get a bearing on some of these people. There was the coroner get- ting off his preamble, Great big pud- ‘ding of a chap the coroner. Face like a threeiparts deflated football. There jwas old Bright, the girl's father, smoldering like inside the door of a banked-up furnace. There was Mr. Iscariot Twyning with his face like a stab—in the back—and his mouth on nig face like a scar. There was this Solicitor chap next him, with his hump, with his hair like a mane, and a head like a house, and a mouth like a cave. He'd a great big red tongue, about a yard long, like a retriever’s, and a great long fore-finger with about five joints in it that he jwageled when he was cross-examining and shot out when ‘he was incriminating like the front nine inches of a snake, (Continued in Our Next Issue.) { Business is better, but it can’t get (around by itself yet. Russia and Germany joined hands becaus3 two of a kind beats nothing. A broadcasting station for the voice of the people might help. E ‘Some girls | don’t think they are dressed unless they are not. A politician can’t sit on the fence and raise votes. Wonder if Ataman Semenoff is the father of “Attaboy?” Fractice makes perfect. Fourteen bases were stolen during the first game played by Sing Sing convicts. Our idoa of fun is a man buying oil stock with counterfeit money. “Congress Plans to Quit in June” j=headhine. Oh, what is so rare.as a day in June? If canoes, may, have t on being: tipsy we vote the streams dry. One problem that it is hard to get the right answer to is a phone call. (Rclucing the number of idle rich might reduce the number of idle poor. ° All the consumer sees in the duty on beef is that th> tariff makers are playing for high steaks. Sometimes we think hell is paved with bad inventions. 5 Only trcuble with pipe dreams is they usually go up in smoke. There’s lots of fish in stock pools. An Egyptian mummy, with bobbed hair has becn found. They are dig- ging for the galoshes now. We have more freedom of speech than speech of freedom. A bachelor thinks dumb bells go in pairs.’ Science is a grat help in waiting lfor a street car. They'say a thou- sand years is but a day to a scien- tist. It isn’t the cost of a pair of white shoes; it’s tho upkeep. New York zoo has the monkey that .4ats lite a man. ‘We often [wish they would get the man who eats like-a monkey. ‘A war veteran has the smallest radio. He made it out of a mocket- ibook. Perhaps he had no other us2 ‘for the pocketbook. Some 426,500.000 fewer postcards were posted in England in 1921 than in 1913. My ‘ ; j \ ‘ 4 4 a