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| PAGE FOUR THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 1922 THE BISMARCK PO I Entered at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., as Second Class Matter. GEORGE D. MANN - - a = S Foreign Representatives G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY | CHICAGO - 2 ie é s Marquette Bldg. . f BURNS AND SMITH - - Fifth Ave. Bldg. PAYN MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS NEW YORK - The Associated Press is exclusively y entitled to the use or republication of all news dispatches er edited ta it or not other- | Fwise credited in this paper and also the local news published therein. aria All rights of republication of special dispatches herein are falso reserved. ~~ }EMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATION SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN ADVANCE aily by carrier, per year......... $7.20 -DETROIT THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) McCUMBER ON THE TARIFF The Fordney-McCumber bill, attacked probably more than any other tariff bill from within the party, is working atisfactorily in the opinion of Senator McCumber. The senior senator from North Dakota, returning to Washington after a short vacation seeking to improve his health, points cut that instead of prohibiting trade with Europe the ‘records show that since the Fordney-McCumber tariff bill was ena acted imports trom Europe have increased. ‘Tariff ‘revenue also | has increased at a time when more money is sorely needed Iby the government. The senator also reports his former assertion that the bill will not cause an increase in prices on | manufactured goods and that Northwest agriculture will be| aided by the tariff upon importation of certain articels raised | in other countries’ where the standard of living on the farm} is lower than in America. The hue and ery raised against: ator Beveridge, Republican candidate in Indiana and long known as a progressive, declares the bill is a good bill, espe- | ally in its provisions for permitting adjustment to be made by the President on recommendation of a board ‘of tariff | s. It has been a score of years since it was first urged nate that the tariff be taken out of politics, the prin- ciple of the pr otective tariff permanently adopted and a com- | mission named to adjust the tariff to protect Américan work- | |ers on their present standard of living. Perhaps the Fordney- McCumber bill will accomplish this and if so Senator Mc- Cumber will have this among many other accomplishments to look back upon when he ends his long career of public service in the United States Senate. COMPLAINTS ON CRIME NEWS Newspapers are filled with news, of crime. A double. i murder in New Jersey, a slaying in Montana, bank and train } rovberies—these apparently predominate in the news of the last:two weeks. There are many who complain and feel that the newspapers endeavor to print all the salacious details |; of crime in every part of the country. The newspaper is | the medium of all classes, and all classes of news are printed. ! But: it is a mistake to assume that the great majority of newspapers seek to dig out all of the waywardness of the world and heralded it to the readers. How many read the | markets and the news of the great financial centers of the world each day in The Tribune? How the pulse of the finan- cial-world is recorded and through it observant and studious pergcns may judge the course of business, the trend of con- | ditions which vitally affect North Dakota. Skilled editors fot great press associations have learned the kind of news that must be printed. It is the unusual, and even with the aouhdance of crime in America the law-breakers are in the minority and murders are infrequent. There are many who | read the crime news for sheer enjoyment, and there are deep | students who read in the crime news definite tendencies in | modern American life. A newspaper’s’ business is to print the news. It is not always pleasant to do so, but it is the business of the news- paper. LOOK! An “auto” that was used 2300 years ago in Alexandria, | Egypt, is described by Dr. James H. Breasted of University | of Chicago, Records found by Breasted show that this ancient mas chine made only two trips a year, hauling the statue of ‘a- goddess back and forth between her summer and winter temples, a mile apart. athe motive pewer was a sort of huge spring, like in a ehld 's toy auto. When released, it shot the car to its desti-| ation as if a modern speeder were driving. Not so bad for | 2300 years ago. i ~ BOOMING A shortage of 141,252 freight cars existed October ', | roports the American Railway Association. And the short- age ts growing. Nine months ago, on January 8, the railroads had a sur- plus of 646,673 idle cars. A comparison of the figures informs you more about busi- | ness conditions than you could get by reading a mile of the | average financial news. When railroads move freight on a big scale, people are buying avid selling on a big scale. That makes prosperity. WINTER The Far North is beginning to take’ back some of its | | earlier perdictions of a very severe winter. The Yukon reports it has been having the mildest autumn | for many years, though river steamers have stopped’ and the ; overland stage is making its first winter trip from Dawson | to White Horse. In accepting or rejecting weather forecasts, one has to keep i in mind that the only certain thing about the weather | | is its uncertainty, its trickiness. i ADVICE Charles M. Schwab, the steelmaker, says he doesn’t take | much stock in great geniuses, but “the hardest struggle in| the world is to be more than an-average man. Think and) do differently from the average, if you want to find success. | Learn to do some one thing better than anyone else.” i That’s all right, provided “the one thing” is a profitable | pursuit. World championship at making fire pokers out of | wax wouldn’t get anyone anywhere. } LABOR You read that labor may come into power, politically, in|° | Great Britain. If not this year, it is inevitable later. ! In 1900 the British Labor Party had a membership of only | 375,931. Steady growth has made the figure pass 4,000,000. On a population basis, this would correspond to. about 10,060,000 organized labor votes in our country. Jack will take an American queen. . TRIBUNE Kresge Bldg. | Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck) . esis. 1:20 Daily by ma: il, per year (in state outside Bismarck) . . 5.00) Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota............... 6.00} the bill just before its passage is subsiding. Former ee le EDITORIAL REVIEW Comments reproduced in_ this column may or may not express the opinion of The Tribune, They ure presented here ir order that our readers may have both sides j of important issues which are being discunsed tn the press of he day. Senator La Follette doesn’t sim- y stand up for his war ‘record; (he glories in it; he goes quite out ‘of a way in this campaigy_ to | iful role he played and to sheer at those who believed and lacted on the belief that America lorable p: According to the la Follette view, “we were lied into the war? and “lied to all through the war.” We were “pushed into the war to save {the Morgan money.” After going | jon in this. vein at considerable} length in his Bis Dd, speech, La Follette voted against the war ag many and that he had. God for that vote ever through With the war he proceeded to denounce Theodore Roos! jnounved him in life. “When he (Roosevelt) was pres ident every time he had to adjust) the scales he fixed them for the} powers, not for the people.” Th's is the man—wearing falsely | a Republican label—who ‘hag. in-| vaded North Dakota ‘to plead for! the election of Lynn J, Frazier, and is now in Minnesota to.ask’ the peo- hoes to vote for Dr. Henrik “Ship- stead and to defeat Sonurtor Kel- | log: oth ot jthem came out of obsi Into |the public eye at the behest of men ‘who shouted themselves ‘hoarse in | approval of gventiments uttered in 1917 by La Follette in-his notorio St, Paul speech;,and those’ senti- Ie ment: vere precisely the ‘ones La now in .the ‘or Frazier and id inst Ge ‘ing jer and Shipstead hard to believe that even in Townley stronghold in It is \the former |North Dakota there were many to! jupplaud La Folleite’s denunciation [of the war record of the country or jto listen without protest to a bitter excoriat! of a great American ;now dead. And yet it is common | knowledge that the radical organs of the Northwest have looked to | La Follette as the “topliner” who might be countéd on to turn the tide for F d Shipstead and j but them over as victors next Tues- y. Surely, it cannot be that any ‘aight-thinking man or woman -vf| esota listens with patience to) these La Follette tirades——Minne-| {apolis Tribune. THE RIGHT TO WORK ‘Critics of the Administration’s slogan, “the right to work,” while} forced to admit its soundness, |} maintain that it should be pressed: with equal force in times of un- employment as in times cf strikes. They assert that unemployment is really a strike of capital in the face of untoward conditions and if the right to work is pressed in one ease it should be pressed in the other. At first thought this may seem good argument. But it is reasoning from analogy with fac rs that are not equal. A strike nply indi- jcates areas of dissatisfaction with- in the industrial order. Unemploy- ment is a complex beyond the pov | er either of employers or employees {to control, in which both are caught. {right to quit work when they sec fit. The funion position lies in’ its o other {take the abandoned jobs. ployer who closes down does not refuse to other employers the right |to continue if they ce He simply says that he cannot continue un- der conditions as ‘they. exist. On this crucial point the analogy falls down. forcover, the ethics of the strike r completely from those of ,un- .employment. A strike is designed ‘to stop production in order to win better terms of employment. In uZemployment hoth*employergs and employees wish to continue pro- duction, if possible. The Government cannot compel |a man to work against his will, but jet ther can it compel a man operate his business ai a loss. The Government can and should pr | tect workers in the right to wor jeven as it can and should protec! }employers in the right to carry on, if they ment depr ‘efusal nm during on. | | it jPears valid on its surface, but a} \ analysis shows that there ‘are few points of likeness between ‘strikes and unemployment. conditions in the wo cases differ as | well ag the motives.—Minneapolis journey The fi st clock is said to have) Ge erbert the Mon! number islands | | 20, though some of them are very small, The Hawaiian BREAK A COLD © ‘“Pape’s Cold Compound” Acts Quick, Costs Little, and Never Sickens! Etery druggist here guarantees each package of “Pape’s Cold Com- pound” to break up any cold and end in « few hours grippe mis or money returned. —Stuffiness,.. pain, headache, feverishness, inflamed or congested nose and head relieved with first dose. These safe, pleasant tablets cost only a few cents and m lions now take them instead of sic! [ening quinine. A FOLLETTE’S POISON GAS | part in the World war Was an hon- | to use the senator's own words, | he “had | een thank- since. | No one denies to employees the; weakness, of the trade) workers of the right to! The em-| to} an_unemploy-| This argument from analogy ap-+ The; [been produced about 900 A. D., by| ~ IN FEW HOURS :: CROWNED AFTER EIGHT YEARS OF WAITING Saco The splendor of ermine and! rubjes revived the glittering formalities of former days at the belated corone- [tiomsof, King Ferdinand and Queen | @1022 GEORGE (Continued From Our Last Issue) at CHAPTER If Quintana, on a fox-trot along the ‘rock-trail into. Drowned Valicy, now thoroughly understood that it was the only sanctuary left him for the moment. Egr to the southward was closed; to the eastward, also; [and he was too wary to venture to [ward Ghost Lake, i Vi No, the only temporary safety Jay in the swamps of Drowned Valley He meant to settle matters with Mike Clinch anyway. He was not {raid of Clinch; not really afraid of anybody. It had been the dogs that demoralized Quintana. He’d had no experience with hunting hounds— did not know what to expect—how to maneuver. If only he could have seen these be; hat filled the for- {est with their hob-goblin outcries— if he could have had a good look at ae & ithe creatures who gaye forth that of | weird, melancholy — volume sound!— r . | “Bon!” he sai |“It was a crisis of nerves which 1 | experience, Yes... . I should |have shot him, that fat Sard. Yes. 1. 4). Only those damn dog— And now he shall- die: an’ rot—that fat Sard—all by himse’f, parbleur!—like one big dead thing “all. alone in the wood. . .\. A puddle of guts fui! of diamonds! Ah!—mon_ dieu!—: million francs in gems that shine like festering stars in this damn wood till the world end. Ah, bal |nome de dieu de—” | “Halte la!” came a sharp voice from the cedar fringe in front. A pause, then recognition; and Henri ©! Piequet walked out on the hard dge beyond and stood leaning on fle and looking sullenly at his Quintana came forward, ‘earcless , a disagreeable expression in es and on his narrow lips, and leontinued on past Picquet. The latter slouched after his leader, who had walked over to the lean-to before which a_ pile of | charred logs lay in cold ashes. As Picquet came up, Quintana turned on, him, with a gesture to- |ward the ‘extinguished fire: “It is icold like hel,” he said “Why do you | not have some fire?” “Not for: me, non,” growled Pic- quct, and jerked a dirty thumb in the. direction of the lean-to. And there Quintana saw a pair of muddy boots protruding from a blanket. | “It is Harry, Beck, yes?” he in- quired, Then something about the |hoots and the blanket ‘silenced him. | He kept his eyes on them for a full minute, then walked into the lean- The blanket also covered Ha Beck's features and there was jstain on it where it outlined the prostrate man’s features, making 2 ridge over the bony nose. After a moment Quintana looked ‘ound at Piequet: He is dead. Y Picquet shrugged: mon capitaine.” “Comment?” “How shall I know? green wood ot “Since noon, , It was the et | fire, perhaps iis no patter now, ., 2-1 said to lhim, ‘Pay attention, Henri; your wood makes too much smoke. To ime he reply U shall go to hell. . Well, there was too much smoke for |me. ‘1 arise to search for wood more dry, when, erack!—they begia to shoot ou there” He waved a dirty hand toward the forest. “‘Bon, said 1’, ‘Clinch, he have | seen your damn smoke!” “‘¢What shall I care?’ he make reply, Henri Beck, to me. ‘Clinch he shall shoot and be damn to him. ‘I cook me my dejeuner all the same.’ « “IT make representations to that Johnbull; he say to me that I am 2 frog, and other injuries,, while ae ‘lay yet more wood on h acre fire. “Then ck! crack! cand zing-ge!—whee-ee! come the big bul- lets of Clinch and his voyous yon- der. ‘Bon,’ I. say, I bial my cuse to retire.” “Then Henri Beck he ‘Hop it, frog!” And tiat at he has find time to say when crack! spat! Bien droit he has it—tenez, ‘mon eapitaine—here, over the left eye! . Like a beef surprise he go over, crash! thump! beef that dies, the air bellows out from his big lungs—” Picquet looked down at the dead comrade in a sort of weary com- passion for such stupidity. “_So he pass, this ros-biff goddam Johnbull, . . . Me, I roll him in there. . . Je ne sais pas pourquoi. . Then I put out the fire and ‘me, laugh and say ‘The FAMING! ROBERT W CHAMBERS And like a] Marie of Rumania, Thoy had taken lhe throne in October, 1914, but the war and reconstruction of the past |four years held up the royal cere- leave. Quintana let his snecring glance rest on the dead a moment, and his thin lip ‘curled irmfemor tempt for the Anglo: ‘then he divested himself of the frien’ Beck. Bien.” Hic threw a cartrdige into the breech of his rif e, adjusted his am- munition belt en\bandoulicre, care- lessly. Then, in a quiet voice: “My fri Picquet, the time has now arrive when it become ver? necessary that we go from here awa Done-I shall now go kill me my frien’ Mike Clinch. ; Picquet, unastonished, © ga¥e him bovine look of inqui na said softly: “Me, I have enough already of this damn woods. y shall we ‘starve here whan there, lies our path?” He pointed north; his arm remained — out- stretched, for a while. “Clinch, he is there,” Picquet. “Algo our path, ami Henri... Andy jbehind us, they hunt us now with logs.” Picguet bared his big White teeth in-figrce’ surprise. “Dogs?” he: re- peated with a sort of snarl. “That is how they now hunt, us, my frien’—like they -hunt the hare growled in the Cote d’O Me, I shall now ‘reconnoitre—that way!” And he leoked where he was pointing, jinto ‘thé north—with smouldering eyes. Then he turned calmly to Piequet: “An’ you, lami?” | “At! orders, mon capitaine.” 1 “Cest b They ‘w urely forward with rifles shouldered, following the hard ridge out across a vast and flooded land where the bark of trees glimmered with wet mosses. After a quarter of a mile the ridge broadened and split into two, one hog-back branching northeast! They) however, continued north. \About twenty minutes later Pic- quet, creeping along on Quintana’s left, and some sixty yards distane, discovered something moving in ‘the woods, beyond, and fired at it. In- stantly two unscen rifles spoke from the woods ahead, Pikequéet was jerked clear around, Jost his bal and nearly fell. Blood was spurting from his, right arm, between elbow -pack which he had_ stolen from the Fry boy. “Alo he said calmly, “it has been Mike Clinch, who shogt my] ’|his arms. monies until now. The pictures show the splendor in which the cere- monies were held, The King is plac- jing the crown on the head of the kneeling queen, and shoulder. ' He tried to lift and level his rifle; | his arm collapsed and dangled | broken and powerless; his rifle clat- {tered to the forest floor, For a moment he stood there in j Plain view, dumb, deathly white: | then he began screaming with fu while ‘the’. big, soft-nosed bullets Jeame streaming in all around him. His broken arm was hit again. His screaming ceased; he dragged out his big ciasp-knife with his left hand and ‘started ‘running toward the shooting. a As he ran, his mangled arm flop- ping like a broken wing, Byron Hastings stépped out from behind a tree and coolly shot him down at close quarters, Then Quintana’s_ rifle twice very quickly, and the Hastings boy stumbled - sideways and — fel! sprawling. He managed to rise to his knees again; he even was trying to stand up when Quintana, taking| his time, deliberately began to empty his magazine into the boy, rviddling him limb and body and head. Down once more, he still moved Sid Hone reached out from behind a fallen log ,to grasp the dying lad’s ankle and draw him into shelter, but Quintana reloaded swiftly ands: hed\ Hone’s hand with the first shot. Then Jim Hastings, kneeling pe- hind w bunch of juniper, fired a high locity bullet into the tree be- hind which Quintana stood; but be- fore he could fire in Quintana’s the, juniper and tore a ghastly hole ‘in the calf of his left leg, striking a blow, that’ knocked you tinsg flat and paralyzed as a dead flounder. A mile to the, north, other exit, from Drowned Mike Clinch, ‘Harvey Chase, blocking the Valle; Col stood listening’ to the shooting. “B’gosh,” blurted out Chase, sounds like they was goin’ through, Mike. B’gosh, it does!” Clinch’s little pale eyes blazed, but he ‘said in his soft, agreeable voice: i “Stay right here, boys. not some of ’em will}come.this way, The shooting below Clinch’s nostrils expanded and : tened with every breath, as he stood glaring into the woods. “Harve,” he said presently, “you an’ Corny go down there an’ kinda look ‘around, And you signal if I'm wanted, G’wan, both 0’ you. Git!” They; started, running heavily, but their fleet” made’ little noise on the moss. “it Berry came over and stood near Clinch. For ten minutes neither man moved. Clinch stared at the woods in front of him. The younger man’s nervous glance flickered like a snake's tongte “inseveky direction, and fie kept méistening his tips with his tongue. Presently two . the ‘south. A’ Re | EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO 10, MRS- TRUG, tT DON'T WANT TO GO TO THAT SHOW Tonicut! (N THIS CFE THGRS'S, ENOUGH TRAGEDY WITHOUT PAY! K(EGMOTIONAL ACTRGS uF NEED TO Go To ANY THeaTed To SEE A TEMPERAMEN TAL WOMAN THROW FITS OF HYSTERIA AND . WEEP REAL TEARS ! HEA AND % DON'T HAVS TO GO TO ANY PTHSATSR EITHER To, SGG A fa~rceess NEAVN VILCCLAN 2! exploded | left | shot in reply came ripping through | Has- | j nelius Blommers, vand Dick Borry | Like as! ceased. | GAINED TWENTY POUNDS AND FEELS. FINE “Tanlac have overcome my trou- | bles, built me up twenty pounds, and | |I am more thankful than I can ex- | ss in words,” ‘declared Mrs. A. ordeen, 125 W. Superior St., Duluth, | Minn. | “For a whole year I had indiges- j tion so bad I could hardly retain a ; thing on my stomach, I would turn} | almost deathly sick soon after eat-! ing and just ‘suffering agony. 1 i kept losing weight and gradually | | getting worse till I simply dreaded | | the sight of food. “Tanlac changed things around for | me very quickly. I have a good ap | petite now and j agrees with me perfectly. I am more than glad to say a good word for Tanlac.” Tanlac is sold by all good drug. gists. shots from hastily emptied maga- zines. “G'wan down ‘there, Dick!” Clinch. “You'll ‘be alone—Mike—” “Au’ right. You do like I say; git i along quick!” Berry walked southward a little | way. He had turned’ very white under his tan. “Gol ding ye!” shouted Clinch, | “take it on a lope or I'll kick the | pants off’n ye!” Berry began to run, carrying his | rifle at a trail. ror half an hour there was not a sound in the forests of Drowned Valley except in the dead timber where unseen woodpeckers “ ham- said mered fitfully at the ghosts of an-| cient trees. | (Continued in Our Next Issue) Fineral Services | For Geo. Menke} Funeral services for George Menke, jwell known young farmer of this | neighborhood: who was killed Tues- day when run over in the railroad j yards will be held tomorrow after- noon at 2 o'clock from the Lutheran church. ’ Members of the American Legion and Veterans of Foreign Wars and other service men Wil aid in giving | ‘him a military funeral, The pall- | bearers will be young farmers who | saw service during the recent war | jand will include Fred Dieter, Otto and, Emil Hagerott, Carl Keidel, Jake | Seigel, and M. Duffy, | Mr, Menke was one of the first! | Morton county men to leave for war| | service. After training he was as- signed to duty with the 151th Artil- lery, the 80th division commanded by ‘Colonel Leech and was with the fight- ing organization through the St. Mihiel and Argonne drives. Mr. and Mrs. E, G. Ufer of Lam-| bert, Mont., arrived in Mandan Wed- nesday evening to attend.the fun- eral of the late Marggret Bannister. A Parent-Teachers dance will be| given this evening at the high school auditorium. | Funeral services for Miss Maggie ; Bannister will be held at 1:15 o'clock | this afternon from the Presbyterian church, Mr. and Mrs, William Ban- |nister, of Seattle, Wash., uncle and ‘aunt of the deceased, are expected to | be present for the funeral. i \ | Mrs, A. Boley left Wednesday for Jamestown, where she will spend the | | winter with her daughter, Mrs. Claude Henderson, MY and Mrs. H.'G. Taylor and ighter left yesterday for the Twin ies, where they will remain un- after, the Minnesota-Wisconsia fame and then leave for Titzgerald, Ga., where Mr. Taylor has | property interests, They will visit ‘in Florida during the winter also. til | football Mrs. J. F. Sullivan and son, John, idr., left yesterday yor Minneapolis, | where they will make their home for | several months, A marriage license was issued yes- }terday morning by County Judge | Shaw to Jack Schimpf of Yucca and Rose Stroh of St, Anthony. . A li- cense was issued in the afternoon to George G. Hoffman and Etizabeth | Gerhard, both of St. Anthony. Anton Geiger of Solen was brought ito the Deaconess hospital yesterday for.treatment. He is suffering from | typhoid fever, Mrs. H, W.Tackaberry left yester- day for Mott for several days visit with friends. | J. W. Hintgen has rented the Con- nolly residence on Fourza Ave, N. W.. land moved in yesterday: The Con- | nolly. sisters will make, their home at | the Lewis & Clark during the win- | ter. | Miss Mabel Brady of Chicago, an | Mrs. George Ames of Hastings, Minn | sister and half sister of the late| Sheriff Jack Brady, arrived in Man-| dan Monday ‘morning. The received | word ‘too late to arrivp here in time! ) for the funeral. | INCORPORATIONS | | Articles of incorporation filed |with the Secretary of State include: | - Fowler Realty Co., Fargo; ~ capita! | $150,000; incorporators, Wm. Ste Arthur W. Fowler, Sam Stern, | Bowman Motor Co, Bowman; capi- | tal $25,000; incorporators, Fred For-| ester, Anna M. Forester, Minnesyo.| lis; Fred M. Forester, Bowman. | bie eae a ace In California and Arizona.a! plant called the Devil’s Bur punc- | jtures automobile tires with © its spiny seeds. . everything I eat| se women’s clubs will. the famous Minnesota unit of |) Our vacations .are over and so is the former kaiser’s. Statistics show Ford made while you were reading this. $4 Fuel hint: Porch furniture burns quickly and makes a hot fire, Just when you finish scratching mosquito bites it # t¢me to begin ratching woolen underwear. Some towns are so lucky. Chicago movie organist broke his arm. ‘ All the flowers have gone except the blooming idiots. Making love is so simple. All you have to do is to find out which movie star she resembles. Your luck may be bad, but Bill Maxwell has been tn a Wisconsin penitentiary 50 year's, Beauty secret: Thinking you can whip-someone you can’t often spoils a beautiful face’, Twenty years ago today we ran / to see autos, not to dodge autos. Bonar Law says’ England wanta tranquility. That’s one thing she can’t borrow from us. They say radio never will supplant ‘newspapers. Now let’s ‘find out it i Less than» two months until time to buy an auto license, It doesn’t matter, but Metaxs the patriarch souxds like kissing a girl in a taxi, Women don’t throw rolling pins as they once did because now they have no rolling pins. A wife is a great comfort to he, husband during thone distressing times a bachelor never has. What’s in a name? Barefoot | Dancer Isadora Duncan's orchestra jleadcr’s first name is Modest. Men who left“ their vests off to make a summer suit are putting them on to make’a winter .suit. Why don’t the British leave us alone? Kipling made faces at us and now Tom Lipton claims we are drinking more ted. Wassiormmets f Secretary Weeks has been arguing for months and months, The almanac predicts a ten-ton winter, |/ Days are getting too short, but then the nights are longer. Can’t two keep warm cheaper than one? WE Miencaneo | ADVENTURE OF | ‘(| THE TWINS | —_—________+ By Olive Barton Roberts The next person Nancy and Nick saw was little Miss Muffet. But you’d never have believed it was she, for there was no bowl of curds and whey, and no tuffet, and much to Nancy’s relief, no spider ‘sitting “beside ’er” either. “What brought you away up here in the sky?”*asked Miss Muffet curi- ously. “Didn’t you know?” exclaimed Nancy. “Mother Goose had lost her broom, and the cobwebs are getting thicker every day. We've come to find it.” “Ugh!” exclaimed Miss Muffet. “I suppose then the spiders will be get- ting worse, too, and I’ve troubles enough as it is. But let us talk of something else. What are the fash- ions now down on the earth where you live? So few people come up here and I’m afraid I'll get old-fash- ioned and out of date. Do little girls wear pinafores still? And are poke bonnets so fashionable as they were? And what is the newest shade of yarn for working samplers? And are long curls the style?” - “Pinafores?” Nancy puckered up her brows in-a puzeled way. Then sudenly she smiled. “Oh, yes. You've got one on, haven't you?! No, little girls wear bloomers © and knickerbockers now to play in. And they don’t wear hats at all when they can help it. And they. don’t make samplers any more. haven't the patience. And and whey are ‘not popular.’ and sundaes are much ‘better. And long curls were such a nuisance they had 'em bobbed: like mine.” “My, it must be a nice world!” sighed Miss Muffet. “I'd like so much to seit! I wonder if I ever jishall get away from Mother Goose Land.” Nick nodded comfortingly. “Oh, ou'll get there sumettme, I'm sure,” he said. “They're making machines to fly with and it won't be long till they get to the stags.” “T hope so!” said Miss “Muffet. “And the first thing I do will be to | go shopping.” / (To Be Continued.) (Copyright, 1922, NEA Service.) The average.’ depth of all the ‘oceans, guifs and seas is estimated at from two ‘to two and one-half miles. OUGHS Apply ove over throat and chest jallow small pieces of — vicks Over 17 Million Jars Used Yearly . z ° ) j de ) a ° q | 4 ( f } \ a (. 4

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