The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, November 6, 1922, Page 4

Ky . _ PAGE FOUR THE: BISMARCK TRIBUNE :: EDITORIAL REVIEW THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE! Pt Entered at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., as Second Class |} = Matter. | GEORGE D. MANN - - . 4 Foreign ‘Representatives i G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY i. CHICAGO = - - - - | - -DETROIT | Marquette Bldg. Kresge Bldg. ‘THE PASSING OF THE COWBOY ie 3 PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH | He was an herole, romantic figure | NEW YORK a Fifth Ave. Bldg. in his day—but his day has gone. ! j MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS The old-time cowboy of forty years | a ago is almost an exclusive motion- | = The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use or picture figure now. | republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not other- | ‘i When tenty tee peal i ; j i i 9 i | their seve! gathneret or in) { wise credited in this paper and also the local news published Gynyon, Tex, for a reunion last| herein. + shogs : ’ e | week it wag to reminisce of an era} All rights of republication of special dispatches herein are that has p: "The picture- | also reserved. sque cov n abolished by | | wire fe and epicurean_ taste. MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATION | No longer do the cattle wander the + | wide, unfenced ranges, no longer, SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN ADVANCE pare they the lean, tous animale j i ‘that a harder generation tolerated, Daily by carrier, per Yea... ....seeceeeeee weaaise PU20 Gallia valine ie 2 yery difterenuat:| Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck) . see e et en esse ees 7.20 | fair in these days and good ‘beef is Daily by mail, per year (in state outside Bismarck).... 5.00 achieved by a tenderer considera-| Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota............... 6.00 tion that that alloted them by the ‘old, hard-riding, hatd-swearing, | THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER 'hard-living cowboys of the seven- (Established 1873) 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 igsues which are being discussed in the press of the - Editor ‘ties and the eighties. | | The Texas cattle ranch of today | lis a highly organized center. of GO TO THE POLLS modern efficiency. The cattle are It is the solemn duty of every citizen to go to the polls |not exactly housed in a Hotel Am-! tomorrow and register his vote in the election. - |Jassador, but their lives are im-| The campaign is now over. The arguments are virtually ;2hc urably more “civilizied.” Sci-' nee and col erce odel ‘ranches, ; all-in and little work remains to be done. From the opening | modern eff pions nie. re speech at Wilton: by. Governor ‘Nestos down to the closing! spired to make both the cattle and; talks of Townley and George F. Shafer and Rev. Birchenough, | the cowboys of today “tender. ' 'The-Tribune has given the arguments, of the campaign fully | thie place where hen | and fairly. The issues have been laid before the voters and | % the Ponce Whee ie tong meets every voter ought to be well informed on the issues and upon | annually to remnisce on a vanished the candidates. The growing apathy on the part of voters, | past—and, scornfully perhaps, goes | particularly in the large cities, is becoming mcre and more to, see, his moyern counternert ca of a-concern to thé leaders in political life. Bitter complaints | pata nse meer lamoitall are registered in Minnesota today because of the fear that! characters. Filmly speaking, he! not;all good citizens will cast their ballot tomorrow. It is a| will soon reach the historic inter-| serious matter if a large body of citizens lose their interest | ¢st of a “costume play.” At a! initheir government. The vote in the primary election jin |meemyerade ane oe a ene North Dakota was light, and it is to be hoped that tomorrow |, wagon, cowhide, cook mealy beans | there will be a full and free expression of the voters for every and sour-dough biscuits, hold a+ candidate and measure on the ballot. |barbecue—and tell tales—and be- CAST YOUR BALLOT TOMORROW. jgome ae nee one nee | ee te, | i BRAIN SCARS \ “HOLD THAT LINE” | A physician who specializes in mental disorders tells Oe ere eteee hel oan that a good many former booze-fighters are coming to him| a, of days of yore when the whistle | with this rather mysterious complaint: | plows today for the start of the an-! “T haven’t done much drinking since prohibition went into| sual rete naar effect. The alcohol must be entirely out of my system. Yet! Most prayerlike frenzy, will be im- I notice lately that, every once in‘a while, I wake up in the| 1 | morning feeling as if I’d been on a big bat the night before and had a hang-over. I wouldn’t mind it so much, if T’d| And so the cowboy has arrived} ploring their beloved eleven to “hold that line” or “break up that! forward pass.” Of all events which | start the blood circulating through | day, | “For King, for Italy and for the Fascismo over the Socialist strongholls in northern Italy. yanced to power Triumphant Fascisti Enter Milan ’ was the cry of Benito Mussolini’s “black-shirts” as they'ad ‘This photograph is the first to react \merica showing the Fascisti marching into Milan and assuming control. ‘The FLAMING JEWEL ae W. CHAMBE ly, ROBERT D COMDANY ©1022 GEORGE HR DORAN a (Centinued From Our Last Issue) EPISODE ELEVEN The Place of Pines ‘ The last sound that Mike Clinch heard on earth was the detonation of his own rifle. Probably it was an agreeable sound to him. He lay there with a pleasant expression on his massive features, His watch had fallen out of his pocket. Quintana’ shined ‘kim with an elec: tric torch; picked up ‘the watch. Then, holding the torch in one hand, he went through the dead man’s pockets very thoroughly. When Quintana had finished, both trays of the flat morocco case were full of jewels.. And Quintana’swas full of wonder and suspicion. Unquietly) he. looked upon {the dead—upon ‘the’ glittering contents really had the liquor. But paying.the penalty. for an imagi-| tne’ veins with an intoxicating ex-|of the jewel-box-but always. his | nary quart of Old Crow is one straw too many on a dry andj uberance ‘none can compare with! gaze reverted to. the dead. » The suffering caniel’s’ back.” jthe college game of football. Alfaintest shadow of-a smile edged well trained team playing with the) Clinch’s lips. Quintana’s lips < v This former old soak, according to the brain specialist, is i ee . accuracy ofa machine carrying the | a victim of the Law of Recurrences. To illustrate: te col ball down the field arouses college | enthusiasm of the highest order. | _At no other sport is the enthusi-| asm 90 well organized af. in >the: cheering. of the students.., Foy no} cther events will thousands brave inclement weather to shiver for!) more than an hour for mere enjoy-| ; Were you ever poisoned by poison ivy? Probably you got it cured, seemingly out of your system . . . only to find that it comes back, year after year, at about the same month you originally contracted it. \ Or a person subject to hay fever notices that the recurring ment. Truly football has as its de-! facsimil . My frien’ Clinch, attacks break out each year, almost to the same day. votees those whose love for the) why do you lie there an’ smile at me A friend of ours used io have rheumatism in his right leg.|sport in addition to their college|so ver’ funny. . . like you are spirit gives them many a thrill at}.amuse?. . .I am wondering what The leg was cut off by a street car. As customary, he con-; stantly “has the feeling” that his lost leg still is attached to) his-bedy, and he says he imagines he can move the missing | ‘member. This is because the part of his brain that used tojever, for the loseps to have the move the leg still exists and is functioning. ‘a feeling. “They fafled, fighting.”—| Worst of all, at certain seasons, this unfortunate chap Pittsburgh Chronicle Telegraph. | success and many a heartache at failure, for success means failure for the opponents. It is great, how-} | All this is part of the Law of Recurrences—a periodical | ‘functioning of the brain and body, following the course of | cite coal district in Pennsylvania ) an established rut. / ‘reads strikingly like a report of, |social and industrial conditions in| As with poison ivy and the seven-year-itch and rheuma-| England a century and a quarter | , tism in a cut-off leg, the nervous system—and especially thie [280 Tie story of fead sane ! brain—“runs in cycles.” That is, when it becomes accus-'o¢ children, arin high vale eae tomed to reacting a certain way at definite intervals it con-|fant mortality and of frequent in- tinues its reactions by habit, even though the exciting cause dustrial accidents is here retold | is discontinued. jauat as it yng Teena before the The old-time chronic “bar fly” got his brain and general | en ee “nervous system in the habit of having a periodical hang-| From other sources facts have | over. And now, by habit, the delicate machinery of the|been drawn: that the conditions: | nervous system stages a hang-over automatically, without found ne ata tl ) any bottled-in-bond cause. . | mon in many portions of the bitum-| Time will gradually remedy this sad affliction of having) inous field. And behind these cir-| a hang-over without a prior compensation jag. |cumstances to account for them is| What kind of habits are you developing in your bodily | ihe, fact that era joer in the) | organs, your nerves and mind? Easy to understand why re-| atined? that recurring depression | peated attempts to be cheerful, optimistic, happy and so far reduces miners’ earnings | healthy soon become a matter of habit—automatic. jthat better provisions for their} Hl |needs both present and future can| jscarcely be made. The miners’ |’ hildren are forced to go into the} mines and factories to supplement family incomes and with their early employment under — unfavorable) conditions go the inevitable results | dren’s bureau of the department of labor on conditions in an anthra- i FUTURE A glimpse of what may be common 50 years from now comes from Honolulu, where Governor Farrington takes a i Bee as Passenger in an airplane. Above Pearl Harbor, the | plane catches fire. pkgs fa, i Seta | The pilot and his mechanic make Farrington craw] out| bree Paper pie on.a wing while they battle the flames. Not a comfortable minors and the representatives of | place to be, the plane traveling all this time like an express the government seek a reduction of | train, gradually descending. Striking the water, all swim | ‘%¢,co#! problem they should keep | | fs fs ever in tl velfa the | and are picked up. ver in mind the welfare of the ep 2 % ; miners’ children. Any kind of ar- . This is a modern version of the old-time thriller story of | rangement or adjustment that falls | the boy who stood on the burning deck. to offer them a fair measure of the | |good things of life that have thus He! CAUSE jie best denied so many of vem P | wi mora d ec ical; Market price of grains has advanced 40 cents a bushel in indefensible. pets Cleveland Plain Europe, but only 10 cents to American farms. Julius/ Barnes Dealer. says: this in a speech at Chicago. He blames it on “the break- e I ° down of our transportation system.” 1 ‘ 1 Rather difficult, to follow this reasoning, since farm ; A THOUGHT |. prices smashed below normal when the railroads had more, y.. vinei idle cars than they knew what to do with: i hrle a ae GR er a The real trouble is that some one else is getting what same rule; let us mind the sine rightfully should go to the farmer. It‘s the modern gold- | thing—Philippians 3;16. brick swindle. If any little love of mine i May make a life the sweeter; If any little care of mine af FIRE. r May make a friend’s the flecter; Henry L. Doherty. presiderit of Cities Service Company, | If any lift of mine may. ease announces‘that he will heat 100 Denver homes with manu-} The burder of another, factured gas this winter “at a cost that will compete with Ged sive me love, and care, and coal.” : | strength, ae fy That may be the solution of the coal problem—shipping os ad a sear it to central distribution points, converting it into coke, then ra ieee sending the byproduct gas to consumers through a net-work! Beauty secret: of pipe lines covering’ the country like a spider’s web. 1 cight, hours -every The final solution will be burning the coal at the mines, ‘"® “*"* circles: generating current to go over high tension wires to a country on an electrical basis. : Closing. the eyes night keeps away Uf you ever talk back to your wife [font let her hear you. : - A a me —__—_. He moved a little way toward the complains that he is suffering from rheumatism in, the RECALLING THE PAST | onen trail, stopped, came back, stood ‘lost leg. | +The recent report of the his rifle against a tree. | than a century ago. it \trail, in big timber if possible, he ‘useless from cold. graver. He said: slowly, who does his thinking aloud: ,;. “What is it you have done to'me, Yami Clinch-.. .. Are there truly then two sets of precious: stones? two Flaming Jewels?—two gems Erosite like there never has been in ‘all thees worl’ excep’ only two! . . Have I here one set of pas like jone i you have done. to me, frien’ Clinch...” For a while he remained kneeling beside the dead. Then: “Ah, bah,” he said, pocketing the morocco case and getting to his feet. my For a while he was busy with sharp Spanish clasp knife, whittling and fitting together two peeled twigs. A cross was the! ultimate re- sult. Then he placed Clinch’s. hands palm to palm upon his chest, laid the cross on his breast, and shined the result with complacency. Then Quintana took off his hat. “Tumi Mike,” he said, “you were aman! . . . Adios! The night had ‘turned frosty. Quintana, wet to the knees and very 1 moved slowly, not daring to nk-holes leave the trail because of What he had to have was a 3 he realized that. Somewhere off the must build a fire and master this deadly chill that was slowly para- lyzing all power\of movement. At last he came to a place of | pines, first growth giants towering into night, and, looking up, saw) stars, infinitely distant. where} perhaps those things called — sou!s, drifted like wisps of vapor. j When the fire took,, Quintana’s thin dark hands had become nearly He could not have crooked finger to trigger. For a long time he sat close to torpid limbs, but did not dare strip off his foot-gear. Later he ate and drank languidly, looking up at the stars, speculating as to the possible presence of Mike Clinch up there. What a chase Clinch had led hin after the Flaming Jewel. And no Clinch lay dead in the forest—faint ly smiling. At what? In a‘very low, passionless voice, Quintana cursed monotonously as he gazed into the fire. In Spanish, French, Portugese, Italian, Ke cursed “Clinch, After a little while he remembered Clinch’s daughter, | and he her, elabo ’,| thorough! chance a} dead Presently Quintana. slept own fashion—that is to sa closely at him one could. discov glimmer under his lowered 5. And he listened always in that kind of sleep. As though a shadowy part of him were detached from his body, and mounted guard over it. The inaudible ‘movement of a wood-mouse venturing into the fire- lit cirele awoke Quintaua. Again dropping leaf amid distant _birches awoke him. Such things, And so! he slept with ‘wet feet to. the fir and his rifle across his knées;* and} dréamed of Eve and of murder, and | that the Flaming Jewel was but a mass of glass. At that moment the girl of whose white throaty Quintana was dream-| ing, and) whining faintly in his dreams, stood alone outside Clinch’s Dump, rifle in hand, listening fight- ing the creeping dread that touched her slender body. at. times—seemed to touch her very heart with frost. Clinch's men had gone on to Ghost Lake with their wounded and dead, where both. All had gone on; nobody re- mained to await Clinch’s home- coming except Eve Strayer. It was not yet dawn, but the-girl could endure the strain no longer. With electric torch and rifle sho started for the forest, almost run- ning at first; then, among the first trees, moving with caution and in silence along the trail over which Clinch should ‘long since have .jour- neyed homeward. But nowhere could she discover any impression resembling her stev- father’s--that great, firm stride and solid imprint which so often she had tracked through moss and swale and which she knew so well. Once when she got up from her knees after close examination of the muddy trail, she beedme aware of the slightest taint in the night air— ‘Stood with delicate nostrils quiver- ing—advanced, still conscious of the tuintydistening, wary, ever stealthy instinct alert. She had not been mis where in the forest th tal eo wa 3 burning. Somewhere a fire Tt might’ not be very far away; it might be distant, Whose fire? Her father's? Would & hunter of men build ative? The girl, stood shivering in the darkness, ‘There was not a sound. Now, ‘keeping her cautious fect in. the trail by sense of touch alone, | Gradually, as she| adyanced, the odor of smoke be-| she moved on. She heard but} there was her nostri came more distinct. nothing, saw nothing a near reck of smoke i and she stopped short In the: faint, pale luster she sa’ a tiny rivulet flowing westward from a spring, and, beside it, in the mud, imprints of a man’s feet. The tracks were small, narrow, slimmer than imprints made by any man she could think of. Under the} they seemed still glimmer of her torch quite,, fresh; contours were sharp, some ready to crumble, and | water’ stood in the h WAR OO EVERETT TRUE Aico TAKE FIFTY (CENTS! WORTH OF THES SS. T there was fitter shelter for, As she stole along, dimly shining~ the tracks lifti her head in- cessantly to listen and peer into the darkness, her quick eye» caught something’ ahead—something — very slightly different from the wall of black obscurity—a vague hint of color—the very. vaguest tint scarec- ly perceptible at all. But shé/knew it was firelight touching the trunk of an unseen uree. | Now, soundless over damp pine needles she crept. The scent of smoke grew strong in nostril and \ throat; the pale tint became ‘palcly | reddish. All about her the blackness scemed pulpable—seemed to touch a ruddy glow stained two huge pines. And presently she saw the fire, burning low, but redly alive. And, after a long, long while, she saw a man. He had left the fire circle. | pack and belted mackinaw still lay there at the foot of a great tree. But when, j him, he was scarcely visible where he crouched in the shadow of } tree-trynk, with his rifle half low: ered at a ready, She strained her eyes; but dis- tance and obscurity made’ recogni- tion impossible. And yet, somehow, every yuivering instinct within her was telling her’ that the crouched | and. shadowy watcher beyond. the fire was Quintana, And. every \concentrated instinct was telling her’ that he'd kill her it he caught sight of’ ‘her; her heart clamored it; her pulses thumped it in her earg’ *.s, | Had the. girl hess could have killed him where he crouched, She thought of it, but knew it was not in her to do it. And yet Quintana had boasted that he meant to kill her father, That -was what terribly concerned her, And there must be a way. to stop that | danger—some way to stop it short | of murder—a way to render this man harmless to her and hers, No, she could not kill him this way. Except in extremes she could not bring herself to fire upon any human creature. . And yet this man must be rendered harmless—some- how—somehow--ah!— As’ the problem presented itself capable of it Men of the wilderness knew how to take dangerous creatures alive. To |take a dangerous and reasoning human was: even ,less difficult, be- emuse reason makes. more mistakes than does instinct. Stealthily, without a sound, the | girl crept back through the sha- dows over the, damp, pine needles, | until, peering fedrfully over “her shoulder, she saw the -last ghost- tint of Quintana’s fire die out in thq \terrifie dark behind. : Slowly, still, she moved until her BY CONDO \ ) MONDAY, NOVEMBER 6, 1922'\ sensitive feet felt the trodden path | from Drowned Valley. | Now, with torch’ flaring, she ran,| carrying her rifle at’a trail. Before her,-bere and there, little night; creatures fled—a humped‘up rac- | coon, dazzled by the glare, a barred | | owl still struggling with its wood-| rat kill. | | She ran easily—an_ agile, tlreless | ‘young thing, part of the swiftness | ‘and silence of the woods—part of |the darkness, the sinuous celerity, | jja,, j the ominous hush of wide, still) Ls teint lr ae and! ty describing a whirlwind talker Even. when” she ‘eamé out’ among {You can lease ‘off the whirl; ithe birches by Clinch’s Dump she! : : sah | was breathing evenly and without | ibe thing about winter (a pring | distress. She ran to the “kitchen | ways comes right alter it jdoor but did not enter. On pegs) lunder the porch a score or more| An excellent book to carry on a {of rusty traps hung. She unhooked | trip is a mileage book, ' the largest, wound the chain around lit, tucked it under her left arm and | | started back. (Continued in Our Next Issue) A man bigger than you,is never a He is mistaken. Twenty years ago today we were discussing prohibition, but net 23 much as we are now. Pail Rerceraomor Oa | ADVENTURE OF | al | THE TWINS j\o—_-—_—_________-_e By Olive Barton Roberts | Naney and Nick were still huncing for Mother Goose’s broom. | | Along the road they went, search- | ving and inquiring of every one they met, + By and by Nancy exclaimed, “! declared, Nick, This road is getting | as crooked. as a—as a corkscrew. I | | never saw so many twists and turns ; lin my life.” | “Neither did I,” agreed S'ck, look- | ing up and down in a puzzled sort | ‘of way. “I feel like the soldier |who met himself coming back. We'll | Girl rode 5,000 miles to marry a man in Florida, but some chase a man farther without luck. Health ‘hint: Never spit on the floor ar at the janitor, Immodest bathing suits“have gone. Immodest divorce suits have not. Scientists finds the average mouse runs about 10)miles a day. Read this to the women folks. The trouble with taking things as they come is you never can tell what is coming, : It is estimated that three or four New Year resolutions have not been | her body with its weight; but, ahead, | ts solution flashed into her mind.| never'get anywhere this way.” But the little Green Shoes trudg- ed’ bravely on and before many | minutes the Twins ‘found them- selves in front of a very crooked house. Indeed the house was crooked that the front steps went up to the back door and the cellar | windows were -on the roof, “Well of all things!” declared ; both children together. “This is the craziest thing yet.” | But they were wrong. There were | more wonders to be seen, The barn pbeyond a crooked fence was .quite as crooked as the house, and the ;cows and horses and pigs and chick- lens looked worse than a Humpty; His' Dumpty Circus after the baby has | been playing with it. * | | As they were gazing open-mouth- | finally, she discovered | @d at all these wonders, the door of | | the house opened and a crooked man appeared. “Come in, friends,” he invited. “You looke tired and per- haps you would like to talk to rest. | Besides I like to talk to travelers las they usually bring news. I am, [23 you may have guessed, the | {Jrdoked-M/in-Wh6 Wer f-a-Crooked# | Mile-and-Found-a-Creoked-Six-Pence | | Agninst-a-Crooked-Stile,’ ; ,. “But here’s a secret, the six-pence |is no good. No one woll take it. So I keep it for a pocket-piece, And now you know about me, come in jand tell me about yourselves.” | So in went Saney and Sick. i] | MANDAN NEWS | Many, people in Mandan and the |Slope district have received invita- ttions to participate in the “Great Danish Colonial Money Lottery.” The lottery is alleged to be operated by the Danish government under au- | | thority of the king. The mail matter | was sent out in plain envelopes with ; no “return card” which is said to|be the reason it passed through the American mails, | Mmes. H. W. Middaugh, M. Morris, _R. W. Shinners, and W. E.. Fitzsim- | ons left Friday for Jamestown to at- | tend the district meeting of the fifth, seventh, ‘and eight districts of the |North Dakota Federation of Music | clubs which was held there Satur- | day. Mrs, Fitzsimons will attend the |méeting as. a representative of the | Bismarck Musical club and) the oth- \ers will represent the local club. All |the ladies appeared ‘on the musica! program which was a feature of the | afternoon session. Mrs. W. H. Stutsman, state record- ing secretary, also left for’ James- town to attend the meeting and will jlatef accompany Mrs. J. A. Jardine, trict meetings to be held in Fargo, land Grand Forks respectively. i | | Members of the Lutheran league of; the Lutheran church enjoyed a hallowe’en ‘hard times party in the Mrs. James Fitzsimmons left Sat- lurday evening for a visit with rela- |tives in Minneapolis and other points jin Minnesota. | Misses Arbella Warren, Betty | Fleck, and Elenor McDonald enterc- itained 24 guests at a progressive |dinner dance party Friday evening jat 6 o'clock at the home of Miss | Warren. The dinner was followed by ja dance at the Fleck residence. | | i The Parent-teachers association held a dance at the high school gym- ‘nasium Saturday evening. Mr. and Mrs. E..G., Ufer of: Lam- i bert, Mont., who were in Mandan to |attend the funeral of the late Mar- earet Bannister have returned to their home. ) | Mrs, James Scully and sons left |Saturday night for Plateau, Mont where they will make their future home. Mr. Scully has accepted 2 position with the signal department of the Northern Pacific. Mrs. Tobin. mother of Mrs. Scully accompanied |them for several weeks visit. | The regular meeting of the White |Shrine of Jersualem will be held |this evening. THOMAS N. PAGE BURIED (By the Associated Press) Washington, Nov. 6—Thomas N. Page, author, and former ambassa- dar to Italy, who died suddenly Tuesday at his boyhood home in | Virginia was buried Saurday in Rock i Creek cemetery here beside the grave of his second wife whose death oc- Jeurred last year, so} | state president of the other two dis- | broken yet. | Fuel hint: Bookcases burn quick- ‘iy and make a hot’ fire. H | Roadie, They have talking movies in Ger- | many and talking ~audiences here, If Dempsey can’s zet mud enough | to fight why not appoint an assistant | champion? | “Trouble ‘with electing: the wrong | man to office is you cant get ycur money back if not ‘satisfied. Grocer is* suing a girl for breacit j of promise. Only a very foolish girl would jilt a grocer. pe Ee \ | The man worth while is the man |who can smile when his neighbor ‘ struggles along with a song, Only smoke nuisance now is how to make a smoke. Majority of University of Wiscon- |sin students favor dry law modifica- tion. The “raw, raw” boys. The hand that wields the lipstick seldom wields the broomstick. ‘ Too many think the war veterans are ex-veterans, if In spite of the way some look, no auto is more than 25 years old. A litle cussing now and then often helps the best of men,’ BEAUTY STANDS OUT IN-WILDE PHOTOPLAY Settings in Which Story of “A Wo- man of No Importance is Told Carefully Chosen | “A Woman of No Importance,” announced as the attraction at the | Capitol theatre for two days begin ning tonight, will prove a delight to that large class of theatregoers who like their photodrama presented in settings which are artistically beau- tifnl. The story, written by Oscar Wilde, has to do with a sequence of dramatic evéhts which begin in a typical English garden with its beautiful flowers and shrubbery and ends ina’ magnificently appointed English residence. It is noticeably true that at no time during the nar- jration of the story docs. anything appear on the screen which is in any way offensive to the eye—the pic- \tures are all idyllically beautiful, giving every indication that they have been chosen with the greatest care. | “A Woman of .No | Importance” |has its greatest appeal because of the unusual strength of its story. | Produced as a play many years ago jin London and later in New York | City with Rose Coghlan heading a | remarkable cast, the bill has lonz been a favorite among theatregoers in every corner of the English- speaking world. It differs diametri- cally from the average-screen story in that sets out definitely to follow to the bitter end a recital which is not always pleasant and makes: none of the deviations which might have been made had the director decided to give his audiences what he might have had abundant reasons to be- | lieve they would have liked better. ; THE ELTINGE “Rich Men's Wives,” showing at the Eltinge theatre Monday and Tuesday, is a pictorial revelation of the life of a beautiful young girl |who matches her physical charms | against the wealth of her husband. \It is an uneven contest for a while luntil the fighting spirit of the wife his aroused when she finds herself |forced from the side of her baby ‘boy. Then the plot takes on the as- | pect of shcer melodrama with the lgcenes laid among the best sur- | roundings that architeqtural and decorative ingenuity and skill can devise. || Besides House Peters, Claire | Windsor and Baby Richard Head- | rick, the cast includes such players as Rosemary Theby, Gaston. Glas Mildred June, Myrtle Stedman, | Charles Clary, William Austin, Mar- ‘tha Mattax and Carol Halloway. BABYS COLDS 4 are soon “nipped in the bud" without “dosing” bv use of — " YIGKS VAPORUB Over 17 Million’ tars Used Yearly e f ef ) ' / q : d : : ] i t