The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, October 31, 1922, Page 4

| PAGE FOUR THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE ' |THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE Entered at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., as Second Class, Matter. | | GEORGED.MANN - - - - - Editor, Foreign Representatives | G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY | CHICAGO - - - - - -DETROIT | Marquette Bldg. Kresge Bldg. D SMITH NEW YORK Fifth Ave. Bldg. MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS The Associated Press is exclusively. entitled to the use or PAYNE, BURNS AN: republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not other- | A wise credited in this paper and also the local news published | herein. | All rights of republication of special dispatches herein are also reserved. MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATION i SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN ADVANCE | Daily by carrier, per year.......-.++008- $7.20 | Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck) .... Seiko .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 i (Established 1873) | THE MILL IS OPENED | The Grand Forks state mill and elevator opened yester- | day. It is a modern plant in which about $2,500,000 of the | taxpayers’ money is invested, a big mill as mills go, and it) vwill require large capital to run it at full capacity. There, were dedicatory exercises, and there was a burst of local! pride cn the part of the people of Grand Forks who see in the: big concrete buildings and bins a permanent addition to the: commercial life of the city, whether the state continues to| operate it or does not. The opening, the description of the! ceremonies stated, represents the end of a 30-year fight in; North Dakota. But there was no enthusiasm shown through- | cut the state, no shouting or loud hurrahs that the long fight | had been won. Instead, the attitude of most of the people | is one of expectancy aud of fear. The statement of the state| treasurer shows that direct taxes amounting to $986,000; already have been levied to carry out the so-called industrial | measure. This, he says, is just a starter. The little Drake) mill lost $80,000 within a short time. The Grand Forks mill, | as a business proposition, starts under the handicap that} much of the cost is based on peak after-the-war prices, that | delays have increased interest charges until if the business | is conducted as a private business it must provide a return| upon an amount far greater than such a mill would cost if} constructed today. i But perhaps the greater reason for the failure of the mill, completion to arouse great enthusiasm in the realization that! whether the mill is a success or failure it will have little if} any effect on the solution of the marketing’ problem of the North Dakota farmer. The mill, though large, can grind only } a fraction of the wheat crop of North Dakota. It may sur- vive in a market in which there is fierce competition but it| cannot influence that market or dominate it. Nor can there} be the pride in it that people of Minneapolis feel in the de-| velopment ‘of a great milling center there from a small be- ginning, pride.in the foresight, energy and courage of. pio- neer residents of that city. Perhaps the greatest hope now expressed by taxpayers is that the mill will not cost them any more money. MISCHIEF NIGHT Hallowe’en, when it started far back in the mists of time, was the night when evil spirits were supposed to flock out! of hiding and roam the earth, marauding and destroying. After many centuries we see the work of the evil spirits inherited and ably handled by Willie, Tom, Pat and the rest of the youthful “gang.” It illustrates how next to impossible it is to get a custom} or superstition out of the human brain, once it gets there. | On the ‘ancient, agricultural calendar, Hallowe’en, was aj sort of New Year’s Day. Harvest was over and the landlord called for his share of the crops raised by tenant farmers. It was csutom for him to arrive late in the evening and| | make merry at such pastimes as cider drinking and apple; bobbing. When the fun was over and the landlord got down | to business, it was early morning of Nov. 1. | Probably this is why the first of the month is rent-paying day, instead of the 15th or any other date that would be just as logical. Time was, when Hallowe’en was less a night of deviltry| and more a night of hospitality, good fellowship, roaring fire- | | places, good things to eat and drink, and delightful supersti- | tions such as walking down cellar stairs backward, carrying | a candle and a mirror in which “her” future husband’s face might appear. | The world never has enough of hospitality and goodfel- | lowship. Let’s revive it, this Hallowe’en, and make the night! | of witches and goblins jovial as well as prankful. | PROSPEROUS | Robert Capone, owner of the March Hare tea room in Boston, gets an order for a 50-plate banquet for college! sorority girls. They change their minds. Capone is “stuck | with the eats.” | ! He goes out to round up 50 starving unfortunates in Bos- | ton parks. The offer of a free meal lures only 15. Hundreds: of others, solicited, yawn as they bask in the sun and say they are so full already that they couldn’t eat another mouthful. 5 A year ago, Capone would have been mobbed by hungry men. It’s just one more indication that Old Man Hard Times is: crawling back into his coffin. | : MELONS Sober second thought suggests that some of these stock dividends are cucumbers or lemons, rather than melons. | A share of stock is really a mortgage on part of the actual | physical values of a business. Divide the total number of | outstanding shares of stock into the dollars or physical value , that the shares represent, and you have the true value of one share. When the number of shares is doubled, the original real, value of one share is cut in two. Tripled, divide by three. And so on. That’s simple arithmetic. A gallon remains a gallon, whether you keep it in one jug or divide it into quarts, or pints. : { VOTERS In Russia only soldiers and peasants or other people who actually work with hand or brain are allowed to vote. | New orders, issued to Soviet election officials, rule that the following shall not be permitted to vote: “Persons who employ hired labor for the purposes of profit, persons who live on unearned increment, private dealers, traders and com- mercial agents, clergymen, monks and all employes of re- ligious cults.” : This is class government, “pure and simple.” Among * others, it bars from the polls a farmer employing one farm- hand. Still, what happens in Russia is the Russians’ busi- tour's. A. Tess, | ing lady for Richard Barthelmess in | “Sonny.” jteenth who has | tonight.” EDITORIAL REVIEW Comments reproduced in this column may or may not express the opinion of The Tribune. They ted here ir order that are prei our readers may have both sides || of important ‘issues which are being. discussed in the press of | the day, THE CIDE OF GREENWICH VILLAGE Greenwich village has had trou- lly, with a tendency dual villagers to com- ide. But now it appears eenwich village itself has committed suicide. Doubt- 3S ist inhabitants were less eccentric in both art and morals than popular opinion im- agined; but lack of conventional re- straint was the one admitted qual- y of Greenwich villageism which made the greatest impression on the world outside, and which is now alleged to have had fatal results. Outsiders who had plenty of money and nothing serious to ‘do—per- haps making sume slight pretense to artistic or literary occupation, and perhapp not —-have flocked to the village to get their share of its| unrestraint, At first they were welcome there, ; for they brought money with them. But as their numbers increased, it 2d the sad but. natural effect of pushing rents higher and higher, until tke real, original Greenwich , village type of artist, who gave the place its peculiar fame, cannot lon-! ger afford to live there. The name | remains, but if reports are to be} believed ,the Greenwich village of} the recent past is hopelessly dis- persed to a multitude of places where cheaper lodgings are to be, found. By nmaking Greenwich vil-| lage what it was, they made it im- | possible that it should remain} what it was.—Columbus Dispatch: | BEATING THE MONEY POWER | The worry of the great minds of fine: industry and politics over | @eflated currency and chaotic ex-_ change is only another example of | ‘ossfield celebration Because the world w: happy and prosperous when currency and exchange were normal, all they can see is that the only way to regain happiness | and prosperity is to make currency | and exchange normal again. A! humble, unnamed American | has} shown the way to use the financial | mess to establish an existence) which makes Utopia look like a; flivver. ‘ | When this American started for a trip to and through Europe, he had in his pocket a round trip! ticket and 1,000 American dollars. | He had a whale of a time, didn’t | jump a single board bill and tip-/ ped the ‘help all arourd. When he; got back he still had his $1,000 and | $2,300 besides. All he did was to} sell American money when and! where itswas dear and buy it when} and where it was cheap. i Making money by spending it) scraps the root of all evil. It leaves | money just about as useless as a deposed king. AH you do is to get a bit of a nest egg (you’re got to| have that) and then blow it. me harder you blow the bigger your bank ‘balance gets. No work, no. worry. The curse of Eden will be; gone. Spending money will make} the face sweaty, though it may get | furrowed. j The high cost of living will be! the way to wealth. The coal mine owners Will raise wages to increase his prefits. The farm bloc will get) behind the Esch-Cummins law, be-! ciuse high freight prices will put} |money in the farmers’ pockets. The! their progress was very slow; and | Republican party will be defeated | they wer because the © Fordney-McCumber | tariff rates are too low. | Perhaps| the ship subsidy can be made big enough so that the return from; what the government gives the ship | owners will pay all our taxes, Incredulous persons are sure to; |look for the catch in it. Someone | was not a sound in the woods, is sure to remark that the Amer- ican’s $2,300 must ‘have come out of someone’s pocket and to ask} what about them? But that’s a| mere detail. The American showed | that the principle is all right— Milwaukee Journal. THE ELTINGE, « Pauline Garon finds that there are compensations beyond the salary en- velope in being selected as the lead- Miss Garon went to the | Strand theater in New York on the} epening night of “Tol’able David,” which was Mr. Barthelmess’ first pic- ture in which he was starred. The little ingenue was swallowed up by the crowd that wanted to get into the theater, which was so great that the doors had to be closed. “Hold on,” she cried, as she saw the ticket taker turning away disap- pointed patrons. “I want to get in. I’m Mr, Barthelmess’ leading lady i his next picture, and I must get i “All right,” said the ticket taker with a grin, but you're the nine- pulled that on me “Sonny” which is being shown at the Eltinge Wednesday and Thursday is the story of a soldier returning | from France to take the place of a buddy who has fallen on the ficld of action. Tickets have been sold for “Sonny” by the ladies of the Wo- men’s Community Council for the benefit. of the School Milk Fund which may be used for matince or evening performances. Tickets wil! also be one sale at the Eltinge box office at the usual admission prices. WEATHER CHANGES CAUSE SICK- NESS. Extreme changes of weather during Fall cause many colds and coughs. For quick relief from throat, chest and bronchial trouble, coughs, colds and croup use Foley’s Honey and ‘ar, Contains no opiates—ingredi- ents printed on the wrapper. Larg- est selling cough medicine in the World. “Foley’s Honey and Tar is the most pleasant and efficient rem- edy for coughs and colds that I ever writes Wm. Jones, El Dara, Adv. For S | of clean but shaky hands, made the} , ‘pocketed what was allotted to each. pring Valley Lignite, HALL | re Sra Weather thant tia at aa of. the ominous stains from sleeve | and shoe, very far away to the north ihe heard a curious | faint sound such as he never’ before had he: d. If it were a voice’ of any! sort thera was nothing human about it. . Probably some. sort of un- known bird. Perhaps a bird of prey. That natural, con- sidering the attraction that Georg! ades would Have for such creatures. _ If it were a bird it must be a large one, he thought. . . Because there’ was a certain volume to the Perhaps it was a beast, Some, unknown beast ROBERT W CHAMBERS @1022 GEORGE H DORAN COMDANY Last Issue) hundred Sanchez stopped. “Well?” inquired Quintana. Then, “I now recolice’. that been a butcher, in Suit your tas’e, lami (Continucd From Our CHAPTER II Guided by Quintana’s directions. the three had made a wide detour; With 2 sneer to the east, steering by compass for | nee you hay the cross-roads beyond Star Pond.| Madrid. In a dense growth of cedars, on a| Sanchez.” little ridge traversing) wet land,| ,Sard gazed at Quintana halted to listen. sickened cycs. Sard and Sanchez, supposing hin} (“You keep away from to be at their heels, continued on,| You've washed yourself,” he burst pushi y blindly through {out xevolted. “Don't you come the eedars, clinging to. the hard| "ear me till you're clean!” ridge in terror of sinkholes, But| Quintana laughed and seated him- self, . Sanchez, with a hang-dog glanée at him, turned and sneaked back on the trail they had traversed. Before he was out of sight Sard saw him fish out a Spanish knife from his hip pocket and unclasp it. Sanchez made no effort to find them. They had been gone half an hour before he had finished the business that had turned him back. As he stood there, examining his clothing, and washing what he cbuld Arctic Denizens Aid Amundsen yards, perhaps after all, of the forest. Sanchez was suddenly afraid. Scarcely knowing what he was do- of | of the bog. He was tired, or thou 2 but the alarming sounds were filling his ears now; the entire forest cemed full of them, echoing in all directions coming in upon him: from everywhere, so that he knew not in which direction to run. The next instant he fcll headlong over a ledge, struck water, felt, him- self whirled around in the icy, rush- ing current, rolled over, tumbled through rapids, choked, swept helplessly in a vast green wall of water toward some- thing that thundered in his brain an instant, then dashed it into roar- ing chaos. Half a mile down the turbulent Sanchez out me until till in sight, fighting a painful path’ and the evergreens, when Quintana suddenly squatted close to the moist earth behind a juniper bush. At first, except for the threshing of Sard and Sanchez ‘through the massed obstructions ahead, — there But, presently, came a soft, swift rhythm like — the pace of a forest creature tread which was more series of light earth-shocks than sound, Quintana, kneeling on one knee, lifted his pistol. He already felt, the slight vibration of the ground on the hard ridge. The cedays were moving just beyond him now. He waited until, through the parted foliage, a face appeared. The loud report of his pistol struck Sard with the horror of paralysis, Sanchez faced about with one spring, snarling, a weapon in either hand. } In the terrbile silence they could hear something heavy floundering in the bushes, choking, moaning, thudding on the ground. Sanchez began to creep back: Sard, more dead than alive, crawled at his heels. Presently they saw Quintana, waist deep in juniper, looking down at something. And when they drew closer they saw. Georgiades lying on his back , under a cedar, the whole front of his shirt from chest to belly a sop- ping mess of blood. There seemed no need of explana- tion. The dead Greek lay there! where he had not been expected, ! and his two pistols lay beside him where they had fallen. Sanchez looked stealthily at Quin- tana, who said softl : “Bien sure. pocket, I believe.” Sanchez laid a cool hand on the dead man’s heart; then, — satisfi rummaged until he, found, Georgi- ades’ share of the Idot. Sard, hurriedly displaying a pair « » «In his left side division: When the three men had silenily Quintana pushed curiously at the dead man with the ioe of his shoe. “Peste!” he remarked. “I had place, for security, a ver’ large diamon’ in my pistol barrel. Now it is within the interior of this g tleman. .” He turned to San- chez: I sell him to you. One sap- phire, Yes?” Sanehez shook his head with a slight sneer: “We wait—if you want your diamond, mon capitaine.” Quintana hesitated, then made a grimace and shook his head. “No,” he said, “he has swallow. et him digest. Allons! March!” A party of Eskimos, dwellers in the frozen wastes on the margin of the Arctic Ocean, reach the schooner C. S. Holmes after aiding Amund. sen in loading his vessel, the Maud, Amundsen now is practically ma- rooned on the banks of the Arctic Ocean while he awaits a favcrabl OWE’ | noiseja far, | ing he began to run along the edge! blinded, .deafened,} outlet of Sar Pond—where a great | shect of green water pours thirty | feet into the tossing foam below— and spinning, dipping, diving, bob- | bing up like a lost -log after the! rive, the body of Senor Sanchez | danced all alone in the wilderness, | spilling from soggy _ pockets dia- monds, sapphires, rubies, emeralds, inot crystal caves where only the shadows of slim trout stirred, Very far away to the | Quintana stood listening, clutchin | Sard by one sleeve to silence him. | Presently he said: “My frien’, | Somebody is hunting with houn’s ir. | | this fores’, | “Don’t leave me!” gasped the ter- | Tified daimond’ broker. “I don't | know where to go—” | Quintana faced him abruptly--! with a terrifying smile and glimmer | of white tecth—and shoved a pistol | «to tne fold of fat beneath Sard’s | donhle chin: | eastward | i | i | | | a:o1p! Allez vous en! Beat cet!” | He struck Sard a stinging blow| ! on his fleshy ear with the pistol bar- | rel, and Sard gave a muffled shriek which was more like the squeak of | a frightened animal. | “My God, Quintana—” he sobbed. | Then Quintana’s eyes blazed murder. | 1 {end Sard turned then ran lumberiny | through the thicket like a stampeded | ox, crashing on* amid withered brake, white birch scrub and brier, not knowing whither he was headed, | crazed with terror. | Sard could not run very far. He | | could scarcely stand when he pulled | up and clung to the trunk of a tree. | More dead than alive he embraced | the tree, gulping horribly for air, | every fat-incrusted organ laboring, | his Senses swimming. ' And now, directly ahead, he saw clear gray sky low through the trees, The wood’s edge! He began to run, As he emerged from the edge of | | the woods, waist-deep in brush and | weeds, wide before his blood-shot | eyes spread Star Pond. | Even in his half-stupefied brain | | there was memory enough left for | recognition. | ; He remembered the lake. His | raze traveled to the westward; and | he saw Clinch’s Dump standing be- [low, stark, silent, the doors swing- | jing open in the wind. | And after a long while he vén- | | tured to waddle nearer, slinking | ; through brush and frosted weed, | | ereeping behind boulders, edging al- | j ways closer and closer to that silent | ‘house where nothing moved excep*! the wind-blown door. | And now, at least, he set“a furtive, | foot upon the threshold, tip-toed in, | | peered here and there, sidled to the | i dining-room, peered in. ; When, at length, Emanuel Sard | discovered that Clinch’s Dump was | | tenantless he made straight for the | \ pantry, Here was cheese, crackers, | | and apple pie, half a dozen bottles | of home-brewed beer. | | He loaded his arms with all they | could carry, stole through ‘the dance- | | hall out to the veranda, which over- | looked. the lake. | “And here Sard slaked his raging | thirst and satiated the gnawing ap- petite of the obese, than which there | is no crueler torment to an inert ‘liver and distended paunch. | | Munching, guzzling, watohing, {Sard squatted just within the ver-| {anda doorway, anxiously consider- | ing his chances. In all that panorama of forest, swale and water the only thing that |had alarmed him at all by moving ‘was something in the water. When first he noticed it he almost | ' swooned, for he took it to be a! | swimming dog. | In his agitation he had risen to his feet; and then the swimmirig creature almost frightened Sard out | | of his senses, for it tilted suddenly ;and went down with a report like ‘the crack of a pistol. He dimly remembered hearing thax beavers behaved that way. H Watching the water he saw the thing out there in the lake again, | swimming in erratic circles, its big, dog-like head well out of the water. It certainly was no dog. A beaver, maybe. Whatever it was, Sard didn’t care any longer. Shivering, Sard filled his mouth with apple-pie and cheese and pulled the cork from another bottle of | home-brewed beer. (Continued in Our Next Issue) ————“_— para | ADVENTURE OF | || THE TWINS | By Olive Barton Roberts Mars was full of surprises and jNancy and Nick, traveling along its crooked road, saw all of them. | They had) just said goodby to the \three-cornered boy when they met jal queer old maniwith a long beard. ' | { His beard was so long that. he had to wind it ’round a wheel like a garden hose, so he could cary it. Nancy couldn’t help thinking of the ‘little girl in. the poem whose neck |grew so long that she had to carry {her head around in a wheelbarrow. | “Good morning”, the old man j {greeted them. “Whence comest |thou?” | “From the earth,” answered Nick, | returning his greeting, although he couldn't understand why the man | should say “good morrow” instead lof “good yestérday” or good day.” | “We are hunting for Mother \Goose’s broom which is lost. Have lyou secn it?” asked Nancy. j “Highty tighty! You don’t say so,” exclaimed the old man. “That is too bad! Mother Goose is my jforty-second cousin and I knew how ishe prizes her broom. It’s been in \the family for thousands of years. But there! I see you're looking at my wonderful beard. I'll tell you iabout it, Whenever the people of |Mars wish to go to another star, | ‘they call upon me. | “Then I unwind my long beard—| |so!” and the old man turned the |wheel so fast that yards and yards | |of his beard piled upon the ground. | “Then I make a loop in the end lof it—so—and throw it until it leatches on a star point—like a las- ‘so. That makes a fine tight rope ‘that anyone can walk over. Is there any place you wish to go, my/| | dears? i The Twins said there were lots of, places; but if it was all, the same to: “Yu hear those dogs? Yes? Ver’ well; I also, Run now. I sayg to |’ /you run ver’ damn quick. e! | | pain,” writes j ation was necessary. ‘ enough in praise of Lydia E. Pinkham’s Hallowe’en is one of our most un- known-about celebrations. Apparently without any provoca- tion that is what tonight is. Its origin dates bacx even before the annual coal shortage. While it only comes once a year 1° has seldom been known to miss. It ‘really is All Souls’ but all the sinners celebrate, Day, Yet, as a saxaphonist suid, “It’s an ill wind that blows no good. If you have furniture you dislike just leave it'on the porch. William can get bobbing for app! his cars clean ma tub. Steal your own fence and gate and it will help with the coal bill. This is the only way you can give the coal barons the gate. People naturally ‘hankering for » party can fling one naturally, Your visitor; will ve guests be- cause you guess who they are. You will know which is witch but can’t tell which is which, When the eats are served watch the goblin gobble. Fortunes can be told tonight and misfortunes tomorrow. King of spades means you needed a king of diamonds, Four acres, you will be rich. Five aces, you will be shot. Tea grounds in’ a cup bottom means it wasn't coffce. Apple peels shaped Ike letters shows they are not orange peels. i a Count apple sceds. One with the most proves the early worm late. Apples dangling from strings is an excellent string game. , Each is the apple of your eye be-* cause that is where it hits you. Race, chewing opposite _ string endp, stops chewing the rag. In this chewing match always give the men a two-foot start. Blindfold everyone and let them hunt thumbtacks barefooted, Enjoyment is added if they carry lighted candles in both hands. Hide and seek is fine. Seek to pull someone’s flowers and hide. Then the owner of the flowers seek your hide and tans it. The ghost really walks for those who get paid on the first. All the pumpkin heads running around won’t have candles in them. Ey ' $$ | A THOUGHT —' And the work of righteousness shall he peace; and the effect of righteousness, quictness and assur- ance forever.—Isaiah 32:12. y Sometimes the things our life misso> help more than the things which it gets—Alice Cary. SERIOUS BLADDER TROUBLE “Could not stand nor sit and was forced to ery out from intense Henry Williams, of Montana. “The doctors said I had in- flammation of the bladder an oper- Tried Foley Kidney Pills and improved at once. Tell all my friends about Foley Kid- ney Pills as it will save many from suffering and perhaps, as in my case, a dangerous operation.” Bladder and kidney trouble demand prompt treat- ment. Foley Kidney Pills give quick relief. ———— YOUNG MOTHER NOW STRONG Her Mother's Faith in Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound Led Her To Try It Kenosha, Wisconsin.—‘‘I cannot say Vegetable Com- und. My mother Fa it fait init my baby was born she gave it to me. Ithelped me so much more than anythin; ‘with female trouble ed to give it a fair trial and I am eure they will feel as I do about it.—Mrs. FRED. P. HANSEN, 562 Symmonds St., Kenosha, Wisconsin. medicine that has been in usenearly ft. years and that receives the praise and commendation of mothers and | grandmothers is worth your considera- tion. If you are suffering from troubles that sometimes follow child-birth bear in mind that Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege- table Com; \d.is a woman’s medicine. It is especially adapted to correct such troubles. » The letters we publish ougit to con- vince you; ask some of your women friends or neighbors — they know. its worth. You will, too, if you give it a ¥ , : os ”