The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, October 23, 1922, Page 4

| ! i i i i Marquette Bldg. | Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck) PAGE FOUR THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE THe BISMARCK TRIBUNE a intered at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., as Second Class Matter. MGEORGED.MANN - - - =. = Editor i Foreign Representatives G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY CHICAGO - - - - - -DETROIT | Kresge Bldg. | : PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH NEW YORK a - MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS Fifth Ave. Bldg. | EDITORIA. L REVIEW || Comments reproduced in this column may or may not express the opinion of The Tribune, They are presented here ir order that our readers may have both sides |/ ‘| of important issues which are || being discussed in the press of |] the day, AFTER LLOYD GEORGE—WHO | AND WHAT? { | It has come at last. Lloyd George has passed from among the jfigures on the British screen of istate. By resigning the premier- erein. hi All rights of republication of special dispatches herein are also reserved. The Associated Press is exclusi ely entitled to the use or republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not other-| greater and better film. isé ¢redited in this paper and also the local news published ;to them and up to the people to ship and getting out of the picture | he challenges others to put on a It is up | whom they shall appeal. H | The little wizard of Wales sur-) jvived the swish and swirl of home | and world politics longer than any AU OF CIRCULATION SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN ADVANCE ‘Daily by carrier, per year...........6 . $7.20 : . 7.20 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) BARNUM WAS RIGHT High finances now is performing some of its most inter- ‘esting tricks of magic since P. T. Barnum discovered America. But stock dividends are being declared. millions and hundreds of millions —sums so big that on jevery thand people are saying. “What’s the dope on this istock dividend stuff? What’s it all about, anyway?” + A stock dividend is nothing more than a clever piece of -bookkeeping sleight-of-hand. It works like this: Suppose a corporation has a total of ‘$100 of common stock, on which it pays a dividend of 20 per! ed with peculiar frankness’ about | cent, or'$20 a year. Piled up in the bank it has surplus, or accumulated pro- ‘fits, of $400. additional dividend to stockholders, the government ‘would ‘consider it part of the income of stockholders who got it, and| they’d have to pay income tax on it. ? Bookkeepers to the rescue! Instead of paying out the $400 as cash dividends, a stock dividend of $400 is declarcd. So the stockholders, formerly owning $100 of stock, now own $500. And the Supreme Court has ruled that a stock divi- dend ‘is not taxable as income. Theoretically, of course, they’ve owned it all along. The imaginary corporation, which we are discussing, has $20'a year to distribute to stockholders. After getting the big stock dividend, stockholders continue receiving this $20. iThe only difference is that they are earning 4 per cent on | & $500 of stock instead of 20 per cent on their original $100 of stock. Of course, the corporation can set out to make 20 per cent on its new stock valuation, which would make dividends $100 nstead of the former $20. Distribution of a stock dividend is a matter of bookkeep- ing, The money doesn’t leave the corporation, it’s merely transferred on the books, from one pocket to another. The corporation gives it away, and still has it, although some ong who never studied the high art of modern bookkeeping started a saying about inability to eat a cake and still have it. 4With the distribution of a stock divided, the $400 of ac- cumulated profits becomes part of the working capital, where previously it was surplus. -This is a protection against possible developments. i Thére’s a rumor in Wall Street that Uncle Sam may put a i tax on undistributed profits. So the undistributed profits dodge by hopping over to another page of the books and say- ing, “I’m capital now, not surplus.” All of which, of course, involves an imaginary corpora- tion, not any particular business. It merely illustrates the | effécts, rather than the motive, behind some stock dividends. THREE KEYS Russell Everett Smith was kidnaped by gypsies in April, 1919, when he was four years old. Now he is returned to his mother in La Grange, Me., thanks to information furnished by a wandering peddler. The reunion brings great rejoicing, shouts, cheers, cele- brations, tears, excitement. Wild explosions of rage among| the neighbors, when the Smith boy tells of the, cruelty he’ experienced. \ All this has the makings of a heart-throb book. It is a perfect type of emotional news. : From emotional news you turn to another type of hap- penings in this life—intellectual news, brought to its highest! degree in scientific research. Dr. ‘Aston, celebrated British scientist, discusses his con- viction that man is made entirely of electricity... This is the, Rutherford doctrine, that the atons of matter are merely different combinations of electricity. Dr. Aston predicts a day when man will unlock the gigan- tic power stored in the atom, make it do his work. How small is an atom? Aston says:' “If a tiny hole were made in the side of an evacuated electric light bulb, so that the molecules of air-could pass in at a rate of 1,000,000 a sec- ond, it would take:100,000,000 years before the bulb was full, and there are two atoms in each molecule of air.” From emotional.and intellectual news you"turn to some- thing tharder to define. A good name for it would be “con- troversial happenings.” A sample: l Prchibition has cost America a loss of $1,702,000,000 since 1919, in revenue that might have been derived from the sale of liquor if the saloons had been left wide open. The esti- mate is made in the Wall Street Journal. Controversial? Decidedly. Wets will point to what the ee has lost. Drys will point to what drinkers have saved. Emotions, intellect and controversy—these are the three great forces that animate men and women, whether in bar- barism or civilization. Usually they work in combinations. Men come and go, from the dust back to the dust, but the three forces seem perpetual. _Which of the three are futile? RECORD Albert M. Parmeter, described as “the oldest striker in the world,” is buried at Burlington, Iowa. He was a railroad engineer, walked out during the strike of 1888, and never returned to the job. He had been “on strike” 34 years when death, the final arbitrator, settled his case. As an example of will power, he stands out among mil- lions. There is such a thing, however, as having too much will power, and resistance for one’s own good. Life is a chain of reluctant but necessary compromises. No one ever gets exactly what he wants. Paul Poiret says it takes a man to dress women properly. Yes, Paul, one with a big salary. They involve! If this $400 were distributed as a bonus or| ‘of the others who, with him, were | the controlling architects in shap- | |ing the peace of Versailles. . Or-) llando of Italy, Clemencean of ‘France, Venizelos of Greece and | Wilson of America—these fell one | by one from power . New adminis- | , trations have been reared on the ruins of the ones they fashioned. | {Now Lloyd George joins them, but} ‘it is not yet sure that the will re- mein submerged as they have. The British people are still to speak, | jand they doubtless will speak through parties yet to take defi-' nite shape. They are now only in| | the challenge stage. The tests to ;come will catch the keen attention | of all the worid. Yes, Lloyd George is out of his | | big job. He left it of his own, mo-| ; tion, but in the face of strong ‘tices running against him. He is! Jout, but he is not gagged. There! lwre things aplenty for him to say,! | if he chooses to say them, and that | jhe will so choose is suggested by ‘the memorable speech he made the | ‘other day in Manchester. He talk-| Wh | wt jrecent events that have given ‘him | ind his government trouble—about | the Turk, about,France and about) jconditions at home. If he could be! so free while still in office, how | much more free is he likely to be} with the habiliments of office doff- | }ed and the way better cleared for Joutspoken utterance? | Lloyd George has had a big job.! | Whether he achieved wisely o: | blundered in his more recent state- craft is a matter of taste and judg- ;ment. He is dextrous in wielding the foil of defense and equally so jin reachii the sentitive spots of} 'the opposition. He makes out! plausible cases in behalf of his} steawardship. The other side is now to have inning and chance. n for it has heen easy. It s not alone for it to justify itself’ in the collective mind of the elec- torate, but having done that—if ft does—it will remain for it to chart and steer a course which shall be an improvement .on the Lloyd George way in serving the best in- terests of ithe British empire. Lloyd George did notably big things before he became premier at the head of a war-time coaliation government. He jolted the conser- vative traditions with his success- ful budget battle back in the days! of the Asquith government a dozen or more years ago, and again when he devised drastic ways and means whereby those best able to pay were shorn of their surplus wealth to settle the bills of war. His was the master mind that conceived the mobilization of British industry for! ered from her treatment at the war purposes and later brought the! hands of Quintana and the mur- | transportation. system to a maxi-| derer, Leverett. mum of efficiency in backing up} Clinch was now in the woods, sa- tasks requiring’ not only practial | sasine OAnRAGES taiviisag ; approach but a rare magic of le.d-| HAL SMITH, who, unknown to ership in; carrying them out. This i H he kind of leadership he carried into olinehs) Bae avon fal seatore the the premiership and it served him Guarding ewe cone poll Serkan en duis pure ot TROOPER STORMONT, the man shz been his ammunition. Wrong or suddenly -penlisery se lees: | right, he wag concrete in his plead- EPISODE SEVEN | | 2 | BEGIN HERE TODAY | Twice had the beautiful | EVE STRAYER been near ‘death | that day, twice had she bately | escaped .with her life from the hands of men who fought with’ ‘blind frenzy in the Adirondack woods to gain possession of the gem of priceless worth, the Flam ing Jewel, which her rough’ and law-breaking step-father, | MIKE CLINCH, madly hoarded’ as the means of giving her “the edu- cation of a’ lady.” COUNTESS OF ESTHONIA by | QUINTANA; the great international thief, and then stolen from Quin- tana by Clinch, the jewel had reached America, and was now under Eve’s pillow as she recov- ings for favor and in his tactics of Clinch’s Dump defense. } CHAPTER I , Greece had its Venizelos and dis:|:.. When Mike Clinch bade Hal Smith Carded him to i 3s. Is Britain} return to the Dump and take care; to have had its. Lloyd George with | of Eve, Smith already had decided like renudiation‘and résult? Time|to go there. will tell, and. it wi}l net be ‘a long} Somewhere in Clinch’s Damp was )time either.—Minneapolis Tribune.|hidden the Flaming, Jewel. Now, iM —_—_______ was his time to search for it. \ There were two-other reasons why | ONUMENT TO he should go back. One of them! STAHL PART OF | ¥2s, thst Leverett was loose. If anything had <called Trooper Stor- COLLEGE LORE! "°"t, 2% E¥e would be atone in | the house. And nobody on earth Teal seat {could forecast what a crowd like (dane) Stan Oct. 23.—-G. J.) Everett might attempt. ake”) Stahl, famous manager of| But there was another and more the Boston Americans in 1912, presi-| serious reason for ‘returning to |ent of the Washington National bank | Clinch’s. Clinch, blood-man, was |in Chicago and a hero.of the world! headed for Drowned Valley with his |war, who died in Las Angeles, has| men, to stop both ends of that vast | ne monument which he crented him-| morass before Quintana and his gang self and which college tradition has|-could, get out. | preserved. It was evident that neither Clinch | Back in 1903 Illinois and Michigan | nor any of his men—although their ; met on Illinois field for the confer-| very lives depended upon familiari- ence championship. Michigan had aj ty with the wilderness—knew' th: slight edge on the Illinois nine and|a third exit from Drowned Valley {appeared to be an easy winner until | existed. | Stahl, who was catching for Ilinois,; And that was why Darragh, or \ drove the ball high over the center-| Hal Smith, finally decided to retura \fielder’s head into the branches of|to Star Pond—because if Quintana a young elm tree growing at the) had been told or had discovered that | north end of what ijx now the foot-| circuitous way out of Drowned Val- {ball field. The bases were full at| ley, he might go straight to Clinch’s the time. Since then the tree has|Dump.... And, supposing Stor- [hen carefully preserved by students | ™ont was still there, how long could and is known as Jake Stahl's tree, | one State Trooper stand off Quin- His death called to the attention of | tna’s gang? by a |Ilinois’ stadium officials a problem | RA Renee esti es mer jwhich they had not previously con-! 1134 Smith unslung his basket-pack, |sidered. What is to be done with tha SEE A ceca \Jake Stahl's tree? The new stadium fished out a big electric torch. be sis rhe mew stadium! trashed it tentatively, and then, will be at least a mile from the old | singing the pack and..tiking his field and the tree is now too large! titte in his left hand, he set off at to be easily transplanted. Students | 1h cagy swinging stride. j and’ alumni will never consent to) For a long while he did not dare |zhandoning the, three with the field 4, ase his torch; but now he was [and everyone agrces that something | ohtiged to. must be done. It is possible that | qe shined the ground at his féct, ranch from the old tree will be plaut- | elevated the torch with infinite pre- ed in the new memorial stadium, caution, throwing a fan-shaped light \ Se over the stretch of sink he had sus- +, pected and feared. It flanked |To the Voters of Burleigh’ fiat, wot path of rock on eith County: {Here Death spread its sli I am now actively engaged at his very feet. in my candidacy for auditor side. trap WELL QuIT AN GIVE. EM ‘TH’ GAME. ~ THEN GOT EIGHTY FIVE TOUR NOTHING AN’ ONY “TWO MINUTES RR nee ae JEWEL ROBERT W. CHAMBERS ©1022 GEORGE SLDORAN COMDANY j office in New Then, as he stood taking his hear- ‘of Burleigh County to which ‘I was nominated at the June .Primaries. Your vote is ‘earnestly solicited. | Harry Clough. ings with burning torch, far ahe: out, flashed twice more, and was ex- tinguished. Quintana! Smith’s wits were working li ‘lightning, but instinet guided him [before his brain took command. He! OUT OUR WAY WE MIGHT AS leveled his torch and repeated the three signal flashes. Then, in dark- ness, he came to swift conclusion. Wor three hundred yards, counting his strides, he continued on. Then, in total darkness, he pocketed the torch, slid a cartridge into the breech of his rifle, slung the weapon, pull- ed out a handkerchief, and tied it across!his'face under the eyes. He continued to move. forward. After a little while his ear caught a slight splash ahead. Suddenly 2 glare of light enveloped him. “Is it you, Harry Beck?” ‘Instinct led again while wits worked madly: “Harry Beck is two mjles back on guard. Where is Sard?” The silence became terrible. Once the glaring light in front moved, then beeame fixed. There was a light splashing. Instantly Smith realized that the man in front had set his torch in a tree-crotch and was now cowering hind a leveled weapon. came presently: “He! Drap-a quick!” Smith bent, leisurely, and laid his rifle on a mossy rock. “Now! You there! Why you want Sard! Eh?” “Yl tell Sard, not you,” retorted Smith d¢oolly. “You listen to me, whoever you are. I’m from Sard’s York. I’m Abrams. The’ police are on their way here to find ;Quintana.” A movement might have meant. death, but he calmly rummaged for a cigaret, lighted it, blew a cloud His voice that-a/ gun damn somewhere be- | NOTHIN’ DOIN! WERE GONNA FINISH THIS GAME.YA CANT HAPPN IN wo MINUTES. (i PAN If, Me ip y MH, Se rwllays ; a, insolently toward the white glare ahead, Then he took another chance “I guess you’re Nick Salzar, aren’ you?” “Si! Iam Salzar. Who the dev’; are you?” “Ym Eddie Abrams, Sard’s lawyer. My business is to find my client. If you stop me you'll go to prison— the whole gang of you-—Sard, Quin- tana, Picquet, Sanchez, Georgiades and Harry Beck—and you!” After a dead silence: yowll go to the chair, too!” “Maybe It was the third chance he took. | nes There was a dreadful stillness i the woods. Finally came a slight scries of splashes; the crunch of heavy boots on rock, “Por why you com-a here, ch?” demanded Salzar, in a less aggres- sive manner, | “What-a da matt’, ch?” “Well,” said: Smith, “if you've got to know, there are people from Es- thonia in New York. . derstand that.’ “Christi! When do they arrive?” “A week ago. Sard’s place is in the hands of the police. I couldn’t stop them. They've got his safe and all his papers. City, State, and The Constabulary rode into Ghost Lake y rday. Now, dont you think you’d better lead me to Sard?” “Christi!” exclaimed Salzar, “Sard he is a mile ahead with the others. Damn! Damn! Me, how should [ know what is to be done? Me,,1 Mave my orders from Quintana. What J do, eh? Christi! What-to do? What you say I should do, eh, Abrams?” A new fear had succeeded the old one—that was evident—and came forward into the light of his own fixed torch—a well-knit figure in slouch hat, gray shirt, and gray breeches, and wearing a red bendan- na over the lower part of his face. He carried acheavy rifle. Smith said. slowly: “If Quintana is marching on Clinch’s he’s march- ing into a trap!” Salzar blanched above his bandan- Ina, EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO WwHeRre'te I ‘EN, SIRE ¢. PUT THEM BACK IN YOUR L WANT POTATOES AS NICS SAMPLES You Cams PUT. ey tana ty WAGON AS THE Wit TO THS DOOR 8, ( . If you un-; Federal officers are looking for him. |' Salzar | said Smith. “They'll get him sure.” they are gobble—Quintana, | everybody! Si?” He glared at Smith, started move, came back and took his torcl:, | made a violent gesture with it which | drenched the woods with goblin light. “You stop-a Quintana, maybe. ! You tell-a heem he is the bigg-a |fool! You tell-a heem Nick Sagar is no damn fool. No! Adios, niy frien’ | Abrams. I beat it. I save my skin!” | “Salzar!” Smith called sharply. The man halted and looked around. “Come back!” ; Salzar hesitated, turned finally, slouched toward him. Smith laid aside his pack and rifle, | and, as Salzar came ~up, he quietly took his weapon from him and laid | it beside his own. | “What-a da matt’?” demanded Sal- | zax, astonished. “Why you tak-a my ! gun?” | Smith measured him. They were { well matched, | “Set yoyr torch in that crotch,” | he said, | Salzar, puzzled and impatient, de- | manded to” know why, Smith took {both torches, set them opposite each | other and drew Salzar’ into the white | glare. “Now,” he’ said, | “you dirty des- | perado, I am going to try to kil] you | clean. Look out for yourself!” | For a second Salzar stood rooted | in: blank astonishment. ; | ‘I’m one of Clinch’s men,” said ; Smith, “but I can’t stick a knife in | your back, at that! Now, take care | of yourself if you can—” | His voice died in his throat; Sal- |zar was on him, clawing, biting, ikicking striving to strangle him, to wrestle him off his fect. Smith jrush of the man, almost blinded by | blows, clutched, bewildered in Sa | zar’s panther grip. | “1 keel you! I keel you! Damn! | Damn!” panted Saizar, in convulsive fury as Smith freed his left arm and struck him in the face. | Now, on the narrow, wet and slip- jpery strip of rock they swayed to jand fro, murderously interlocked, their heavy boots splashing, bat- tling with limb and body. Twice Salzar forced Smith out- = j ward over the sink, trying to end it, { but could not free himself. Once, too, he managed to get at a idden knife, drag it out and stab at head and throat; but Smith | caught the fist that wieldea it, forc- 'ed back the arm, | Salzar screamed at him, lunging at | his face with bared teeth. | Suddenly the end came: Salzar’s i body heaved upward, sprawled for ‘an instant in the dazzling glaze, |hurtled over Smith’s head and feil| | into the sink with a crashing splash. Frantically he thrashed there, attering and floundering in dark- Probably s. He made ‘no outcry. ‘he had landed head first. | Ina moment only a vague heaving j came from the unseen ooze. | Smith, exhausted, drenched with | sweat, leaned against a tamarack, sickened. After all sound had ceased he straightened up with an_ effort. | Presently be, bent and recovered Sal- |zar’s red bandanna and his hat, lifted his own rifle and pack and ‘ struggled into the harness. Then, kicking Salzar’s rifle overboard, he junfastened both torches, pocketed one, and started on in a flood of ghostly light. (Continued in Our Next Issue) + pal cre cama | | PEOPLE’S FORUM | oO SCHOOL DANCES Bismarck. N. D., Oct. 21. Editor, Tribune. I notice in a recent issue of the Tribune a statement that the pupils of the High School had hired a hall down town in which to hold a High ; School dancing- party. Now it seems to me that with taxes and all other expenses necessary to the education of our boys and girls, that hiring a hall downtown is an unnecessary burden’ to the parents. The High School building has a large roomy | gymnasium built Qh purpose for physical training and amusements. | Why does our board of education forbid its use? Because some of the ministers ;so requested why consider those ministers alone? I know of at least three ministers, who have al- lowed their boys and girls to attend the high school parties. Why always jfavor a radical element rather. than {the more liberal minded people? | This is a dancing age—to deny it, |savors of ignorance of the times. | Now if our high school students jare going to dance they will and | why not let them dance in the High “Christi,” faltered Salzar, “—then Sard, | to reeled, staggering .under the sheer | held , it while | MONDAY, OCTOBER 23, 1922 | “The State ‘Troopers are there,” | |. We wish Henry would cut his cars |$750, as one maker did. hy | Turkey now cla'ms she was the ‘sicked man of Europe. i Why work on wireless _ phones when phoneless phones need it? | —— ! In Boston, an@heiress marricd a ‘janitor. All she needs now is coal jand she is now ready for winter. What you hear never seems as ‘important as what you overhear. “1 Speak what I think,” says | Beveridge. If a woman ever steps on his corn he will be arrested. It takes dollars fo convince thé world you have sense. A sawdust mixture for cowfeed is being sold. It should produce some Jexeellent plank ‘steaks. When the ‘political ‘pot boils some- one gets into hot water. Texas man’s bride ran off with his best man, Not knowing — the jlady, we can’t say the best man wins, Jacksonville, Fla., jail is on Lib- ‘erty street. We can prove it. Nickle cigars are very helpful for | swearing off smoking. Your luck may be bad, but in West Virginia a cop had to shoot a brother who was trying to free an- other brother. Our ancesters lived in trees and the average man of today is up a jtree most of the time. The unhandy thing about a house burning down is it usually comes so unexpectedly. Play “Lightning” has run about 500 nights in Chicago. The town was well struck by lightning. Why don’t they make hanged jwindshields for drivers to g0 through without breaking the glass? Pershing should write his mem- ories carefully, There were so many in the same army with him. When a man with but a single lidea gets where he is going he hasn’t seen much on the trip. }. Some men remind us of. postage stamps. They must be licked. be- fore they will stick to a thing. e Reayet rs ADVENTURE UF THE TWINS © By Olive Barton Roberts Mother Goose’s broom was lost and Nancy and Nick were hunting for it. Mother Goose told them that there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that one of her own people had stolen it, or borrowed it, or taken it—or whatever you wish to call it. And she needed it terribly. Not only were the cobwebs’ get- ting bad, but Mother Goose used her broom for other things besides. For one thing, she rode it, It was quite as necessary as the Fairy Queen’s wings were to her, or the magic Green Shoes were to the Twins, or your bicycle to you, or your daddy's automobile is to him. For another thing, she used it to keep order. Not that many of her people needed a broomstick, but there were times when it was nec- essary. Take Tom, the Piper’s son, 'for instance who stole a pig. The lbook says the. pig was cat (quite wrong—it should be “eaten”) jand |Tom was. beat, but it doesn’t ‘say who beat him or what beat him. So it must have been Mother Goose’s magic broomstick. ‘ For another thing, Mother Goose jloved her broomstick dearly, and {she didn’t wish to lose it. | So you see how important it was | for her to get it back. “Now, my dears”, she said to the Twins as they were starting off. “Here is a paper with the names of ‘all my subjects on it. Each one lives on a star in the sky, and your | | faculty and I for one hope to sev | School Gym? They are well super-/Green Shoes will take you there in j vised. This year’s faculty is especial-| hurry. . ly/able and willing to chaperon them.! «}{umpty’ Dumpty’s friends may |Every High School should furnish now where my broom is, for if it ; Some social education and certainiy | is true that he is smashed, no doubt | dancing is one of the social arts. | {the King needs my broom to sweep | There are a few who will not miss! him up, Suppose you go there first.” ;the High School parties. They will) 6 |have theirs in their own homes. It) FRATERNITY MEMBERS GATHER lis not for them I am speaking. It!" Huron, S. D., Oct. 23—All six of does not seem fair to bar the ma-|/¢he Pj Kappa Delta chapters in |Jority. from enjoying a good social South Dakota were represented at | dance with their’ school mates. Our! the first convention of the organi- High ‘School dances have been we'l| cation which was held at Huron conducted. and well attended by the college last night. It was decided ‘to hold a two-day convention at Aberdeen, April, 19-20, 1923. The ‘chapter! of the province will meet . [at that time as the guests of Aber- |our Board of Education recall. that | unjust order: “No dancing in the | High School Gym.” ; A MOTHER. jdeen Northern Normal. _AmHorCHT —+ BREAK A COLD We then that are strong ought to) | bear the infirmities of the weak, and) | not to please ourselves—Romans | j 15:1, | | for work done but a burdens borne. | “Pape’s Cold Compound” Acts {and Tam not surp but that: the! . a | brightest rewards wjll be for those) Quick, Costs Little, and Never Sickens! |who have borne bardens without: | murmuring—Andrew Bonar. | i SOLDIERS ATTENTION. | Every druggist here guarantees ) Soldiers of Sanish American war/each package of “Pape’s Cold Com- jWho have not applied under Act of pound” to break up any cold and end j June: 5, 1920, should do so at once. | grippe misery in few hours or New law passed for widows of said| money returned. Stuffiness, pain, | soldiers. Write at once, send stamp | for reply. ; ; MRS. ERMA W. HIGGINS, | Pension Attorney, | New Castle, Ind. | 10-21-28 “ | with first dose. |headache, feverishness, inflamed or | congeated nose-and head relieved These safe, pleasant | tablets. cost only a few cents and mil- Hions now take them instead of sick- jening quinine. v 7 s