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=PAGE FOUR va ___ THE BISMARCK: TRIBUNE THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE oO EDITORIAL REVIEW Entered at the Postoffice, Comments reproduced in this column may of may not express the opinion of The Tribune. They ], are presented here in order that our readers may have both sides of import: issues which are being discussed in the press of the day, ' ae Matter. BISMARCK TRIBUNE CO. - Foreign Representativ G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY "+ Publishers +t), CHICAGO ?Marquette Bldg. PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH - : - Fifth Ave. Bldg. SOCIATED PRES The Associated Press is exciusively entitled to the us republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not other- wise credited in this paper and also the local news published DETROIT Kresge Bldg. TOWNSHIP AHOY, Gone are the days when stranger motorist was grumped at by the townlets he traversed. The posted warning from the Select- | men that once baldly threatened j him is now, if it survives at all, but a pretty inscription in quaint lettering on a pleasant tavern-like tae EY ‘MEMBER OF THE A herein ‘ Ee All vt heey ‘ ‘ ‘ sign-board of cheer. The sugges- All rights of republication of special dispatches herein are tion about moderating one’s speed also reserved. ‘ is just a well-groomed Old Eng- lish hint. Even the “Slow Down” | notice heralding a school is really an invitation to pause and view the new educational building in its landscape-gardened i MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATION © SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN ADVANCE Daily by carrier, per year..............seeceeseee es DT20 “Welcome to Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck)................ 7.20) Q Ue eee Beautiful.” ; Daily by mail, per year (in state outside Bismarck).... 5.00 | “Thi is Sparrowhurst, the Town ot | ‘Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota..... Rte pes 6.00! Nestling Homes.” “Gumfret Bids | (SSS wo ee =~} You Greeting.” And all in the THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER i scat refined letters of introduc- jon. | (Established 1873) Even before one really arrives, the hand of fellowship wields its, * profession. “Here in East Blueberry in 1687 | GIVES YOU PEP’ | paint brush. “You are now ap- When you need stimulation, eat a few lumps of sugar— | Praching | Duston, birthplace of) and you'll get as much “kick” as from an alcoholic cocktail. | Sr oenearoul? Peery etal So claims a medical research man of high standing in his | unfolded by yards and yard He adds: “Most people will laugh at that statement. but | William Longface | signed _ the fp, no - ey uP iene eraeten 3 ites treaty with Chief Whiffing Bull. it’s a chemical tyuth. The sugar positively will stimulate | pranting the Whoopaloo Indians . the physical body as much as the cockt The mental ex- PS, jhiliration may: seem greater from a cocktail than from lump | “sugar, but that’s chiefly the power of the imagination. The cocktail drinker*gets a “kick’ because he expects it, is firmly - convinced that he’ll get it. Sugar doesn’t seem to give this same effectbecause the sugar eater doesn’t expect it, hence | his imagination doesn’t create it.” Mental stimulation is at least 50 per cent imagination. A’strong whisky highball, if you tell the drinker it is very | weak, is not apt to stimulate him. mentally as much as a} weak one if you'tell him it?s half whisky, half ginger ale. | Exhilaration and depression are largely states of mind. | ._. Sugar in the stomach is like coal in the furnace. idly is converted into heat and energy. That’s why so many the right to move on.” | But the spirit of the precious! past is brought yet more pro-} nouncedly into the present by the indefatigable Ye Olde Ye Olde) Crumble Inne, Ye Olde Gifte Shop- pe Ye Olde T Roome, Ye Olde Bun Parlor. To say that the inno- | cent motorist is welcomed by them is to put it blandly. He is fairly gobbled. ‘To a person of a different nature this extreme cordially is discon- certign. He hardly knows how to reciprocate. And even a car has its sensibiliti Fancy a Rolls- It rap- | Royce, with tha polished repres: | sion which characterizes all Brit- \ . rs . *. ishers, best by such importunate L uiletes. especially football players, instinctively crave for \ affability, noah to make its} ~maumps of sugar before they enter a contest. Sugar “gets to | radiator boil over! On behalf of both car and mas- ter it would be salutary, when vis- | iting strange townships, to carry | | a tail pennant with a suitable P.| P. C. device; so that in departing | one might respond to the “You Are) Now Leaving Wunkchussett” sign “Thanks. We | L. M. in Life. ‘ ~ Xhem” quickly—is transformed into energy and heat sooner Athan any other food. i Newsnaper men, as a class, are notorious candy fiends. v-Few-of them realize it, but they crave sugar because of its thstimulating power. Many candy fiends are really “sugar drunkards.” ki Did you ever notice that some girls who constantly munch ontandy are geared,up to an emotional exhilaration that re- carembles intoxication? ru | by flinging back: are deeply affected | ARE MODERNS TOO TOUCHY? i oy | tert 2 | The time was—and not so long jer If you want to prove all this, try what doctors call the ago—when sweetheart or lover, ty finger weight test for exhaustion.” Hitch a small weight | bride or groom, had the sweet privilege of dancing on his or her; partner’s feet if he or she desired | or couldn’t do any better dancing. ‘pesxbout two ounces) to your fore-finger. Then count how statiany times, with your hand parallel with the floor, you can | turn. :. " . ‘thesiS@ and lower the finger and its attacHed weight. After a! Not now. Then it was oue of the ay -rtain number of times, your fibger will get exhausted and roo of ee ; pee Igye ast ;: vei vill s rei i, ' through which lovers from the ast e little weight will seem to weigh a ton Lae PeAeo. WEEATGN IG Gadde apolen mea Try the same experiment again, after eating several | language perjured themselves to verimps of sugar, and you'll be able to lift the little weight a | penetrate further into the sanctity | josksnith or a fifth more times than when you haven’t stimulated | of a woman’s affection. Not now. Whether men have been cured of | ‘the perjury habit in their amorous adventures, or whether they have just got plain fed up on the end- less brand of love, is not entirely | clear. But— when a groom tells his beaming bride that she almost | tramped his feet off with her “orig- {inal dancing,” and that he H through dancing with her, what is the human-born inference? Isn't it perfectly clear that a mighty} change has entered when no one} was looking? | The bride cried with a broken heart and took poison. She haa a} “Inurself with sugar. in’ The stimulation from sugar is of longer duration than the heick” from alcohol. Also, sugar does not have alcohol’s p depressive reaction. ¢ | F | - PROFITS : One of the big Chicago mail order houses issues its = fnancial statement, showing that it sold $160,648,152 worth #¢ of goods in 1922, and made a profit of $5,435,168. th, That is doing business on a slender margin—a profit of hotss than four cents on a dollar. , 400, Jn-1921 the company showed an operating loss of $16,- “ 1et5,468 fighting chaneg to get well. peel slip~ ii : Ces : {hurt her so much was that she} volu It is a law of life that all human activity has its ups and enawihen acoomusn che mbesiatan: | ~.‘sgiowns and a constant struggle to survive. This is as true str cer in Brooklyn,” so she took dan- , of corporations as of individuals, though most of us would | cing lessons for some time before | f ation. é, rees n the | her marriage in order to be a duti- | ‘prefer to be a corporation Big trees do not escape Ci wire, | Anaiees DEI Bonar ior | pcyclone, » phot it all! “He up and told me my | § | dan ing. was plain bum.” Could ; i any bride only three days old stand : DEPENDS | for that? Sg Exports of American raw cotton in 1922 totaled over 673 Le ake groom 0 themuiotoran days eae ede aa Wi have remembere ose sore pei ee peer oes of about 139 million dollars, | feet with Cie: pleasure because . ithey came from the “tootsies” of On the other hand, only 6,113,813 bales of cotton were | the sweetest girl in the universe. , exp ls is iE i | No! exported in 1922. This was a loss of 360,292 bales compared | Not now. The modern young man * With 1921 , ie fe baa Perhaps, ia ae ie * ri it . So you can prove that cotton exports last year gained, lEnEY oy crear ek when ares =then turn around dnd prove they slumped. Both are cor- | Pittsburgh Leader. rect. The dollar, by reason of its fluctuating value, is de- | ane oe ? ceptive as a measure of business activity. VALENTINO | Those who are not familiar with ‘ : |the terminology of poker will not 3 The press agents announce that Valentino, film star, will | realize what a shock it was to a » get $6000 a week in vaudeville. His wife is booked with him | Certain lowan to fill: out a royal zand their act carries its own orchestra. After paying ex- | the event was a rare and fort ee gan 7 5 ying the event was a rare and fortunate ? penses the Valentinos should be at least $5000 a week to the | one, even the least worldly cannot + good. ks | believe that be death of the lucky FA a e {man was a fitting climax: While press agents never underestimate, you cannot help | Pohapay however feiwass) Luck * ment’ officials, leading scientists and heads of gigantic en- it is that mixes up trivial human ‘£terprises, Pondering which, it occurs to us that there are | affairs hag no rules to guide it ex- ind it soe8 on many an occasion, i urn rejoicing .into sorrow. It & ' In Egypt explorers have cug into the tomb of an ancient jbe sure, for instance, that the rps ° ;denly had not been notably un- ollars. The whole affair has been thrillingly romantic, re-| lucky throughout his life? If he | which caused hig death had a bit- | terly logical outcome, . ty | lived near Carcasonne—so says an, itch, dirt and / old French poem. Longing all his always unable to make’ the short trip’ which would ‘free him tem- ily life. At last hie desire was to be fulfilled. On the morrow hej ¢ The latest finds are fly-swatters, which sort of takes te edge ‘off the romance of being a king. Even kings (thank! be!) are susceptible to the pests of life—flies, jotony. DY, ee ieee BUILDING | « About. six billion dollars worth of building will be com- pleted by Americans i and Brass’ eompare Valentino’s income with the salary of high govern- | or tate or whatever unseen power things harder to understand than the Einstein theory. | cept the rule of the unexpected; i | seems to bear grudges. Can one ing, unearthing treasures worth an estimated 40 million | {0¥a” Whose death came so sud- E: ing that the’ rulers of Egypt had fabulous luxuries, were, the stroke of good fortune | There was an old peasant who life to see the famous town, he was moray from the narrow rut of his would not this year, estimates Cop) earch Assoviation. Here’s how it'll be divided: For each for industrial buildings, $960 will be spent for apart- ent houses, $406 for churches, $720 for dwellings (homes), | not occasionally cruel it 6 for h $652 for sy vist for office eer’ tie luck.Baltimdére Sun. for public buildings, $124 for public garages an Second Yioor of ond of Germany’ ls. The largest expenditure is for schools — and | teadinz: papers: fell pe the ae A fin aM Perhons ‘a reported. tried to wr.te Homme! .j Something nice on France, — SOLITARY CONFINEMENT, FOR AT LEAST A YEAR Now Hat You've Got HIM IN KEEP HIM In! | Continued From Our Last Issuc) We are not criminal lawyers!” the other stiffened. “My father is paralytic, chained to his wheel chair. What can he know of’ any crime, especially one committed in New York?” “Because his memory reaches back, let us sity, years. Have you heard of the recent murder of the celebrated portrait painter, Mrs. Vane? Does ‘Vane’ suggest a substitute for that of your father’s late partner, Vener?” The youne attorney gasped and seized the edge of his desk. ‘Heavens! You doh’t mean that creature who ran off with Venne nt T'was on Schoolboy at the » but I remember the scandal! Young Mr: Venner herself died soon afterward.” “It is odd under the circumstan- s that Matt Venner’s wife’s family didn't come|forward and claim her body when she died insane from the mental suffering she has en- dured at his hands,” Barry remark- ed. “Who was she? Where did she come from?” “Her maiden name was Barrows, Irene Barrows, but I never heard that she had any living relatives; that is, none oftthem came: forward during any phrase of the tragic af- fair,” Philip added. “I remember hearing that she was an orphan; a school friend of one of the debu- tantes ‘of that time and that the marriage wasn't a particularly ad- vantageous one according to the senior Venner, from the standpoint, of either money or social position.” “We have learned that she was a stranger in Cleveland but ‘hot where she came from,” Barry re- peated. “Can you tell me? Perhaps your father can help me.’ Barry rose. “[ doubt it. But I will take you to him.” In Philip's roadster they soon reached the fashionable suburbs. On a terrace stood a wheel chair in which reclined a solitary figure wrapped to the chin in steamer rugs. Philip began: “I came to bring a friend out to see you, a--a prospective client, Mr. Barry. This is my father.” “Glad to see you, Mr. Barry; glad the old man isn’t altogether for- gotten at the office—Philip, run along.” ‘ Philip shot a warning glance at the detective and departed. “Now fire away, Mr. Barry. I presume you have, your proper cre- dentials?” “Social?” Sergeant Barry’s was innocent, 8 “Professional, sir! My son is a foo!, but I’ve handled enough crim- inal cases in my time to know a de- tective when I see ene, and your visit isn’t altogether a surprise. Miss Haskins, my nurse, wouldn't read the latest news of the Vane case to me. I made her do 0 yes- terday before she rehlized what she had strayed into, and when I lear ed that that old clerk of ours, Gris- wold, was. mixed up in it, I rather expected that the old scandal would be raked up again.” Barry laughed with boyish frank- ness. : “I won’t, try to lie you, sir!” he exclaimed. “We have reason to be- lieve that the woman who was kiil- ed was some connection \of the un- fortunate Mrs. Matthew Venner. We know that the latter was a comparh- tive stranger here, and we thougnt you might be able to tell us where she exme from and who her people were.” tone A. faint flush had come into the TEPonthe STAIRS withered cheeks and, Barry could that he was shaking excitedly. vene Vennerj” Bary prompted quietly. “Her maiden name w Irene Barrows and she was visiting a gchool friend here—” “Ada John the quavering voice supplemented, “I suppose she took pity on Irene, Irene came from Wheatfield, atid I guess her airdian sent her to finishing school as ‘a last resort to get her in with rich folks and marry her off. Any- way, Ada Johnson brought the girl home and the trouble started.” “Do you know anything about this guardian of Irene Barrows,’ sir?” the detective asked. “Did you ever meet him?” “Yes, he came on for the wedding, but somehow T can’t recall his name. I remember the man himself. thought, because I've met so many of his type; hard-fisted, hypocriti- cal president of a small country bank., He died soon after, I under- stand.” “Please, Mr. Scully, it is time for your drops now.” A nurse ap- proached the invalid. “If the gen- tleman will excuse you, I'm, sure you have talked enough.” The invalid took the medicine and roused himscif to peer at the small chugging | up the driveway. ho's coming?” “It is Mrs. Tyrrell,” the nurse replied and turned to mect the stout SAVE ME _A TRIP TO OU lady who had descended from the runabout and was crossing the lawa toward them. “Ada on one of her duty call!” the old man grumbled. “She may be «pie to give you more information than I, however, for she was the girl I told you about who brought Irene to Cleveland in the first place.” Barry rose and the old man cackled as he extended his hand “My dear Ada!” he responded. “You were never more welcome than at this moment!” CHAPTER XI “Let me present Mr. Barry, Mrs. Tyrrell,” said the invalid. Mr, Barry think he knows a relative of a dead friend of: ours. I was just telling him that you were the one person who could give him the informa- tion he desires.” “This has been a most fortunate | meeting if you can spare me a minutes, Mrs. Tyrrell, smiled Barr “for I must catch the next train back to New York.” “I was about to suggest that 1 give you a lift in my car!” she beamed upon him, “We must not tire my dear old friend here and I confess that my curiosity has been aroused. Goodbye, Mr. Scully.” Barry escorted the lady to her runabout. “Who was this old friend of mine relative, you know?” asked Tyrrell. “I believe when you knew her first that her name was Irene Barrow afterwards Mrs. Matt ~ Venner, Barry replied steadily. All the color vanished from h eompanion’s face and the little car swerved as she gripped the wheel. “Trene!” she gasped. “Oh, don’t remirid me of her! Do you know the whole wretched story, Mr. Barry?” “All friendship with her and what you mav_ know of her family.” “When she was seventeen and I a year older:I brought her home here to give het a real good time, and she met Matt. I’m not going to say | EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO | (EM GLAD 1 RAN ACROSS YOU, EVERETT, BECHUSE 3 CAN SIve Sou THAT MEMORANDUM AND IT WICC R OFPFICS. THAD IT HERE SOMS PLACE ----- wee} : GITHGR BUNCH AGAIN - 757 1S) , IF XS B— LettGRs, THEATER TICKETS FIND tT, BRINGtG LP To MY * ARRISD. AF RAT NGST OF OLD BUSINGSS CARDS, " PROGRAMS, MEAL , Bane Book, POCKGT! SPELLGR, AND CONAN DOYCS .KNONS WHAT ALC, © 31D IN STALL A CARD INDEX SYSTEM ue except the details of your! | anything about him for he’s gone, too, but the whole thing turned out to be a mistake. In a month’ they | were married and two years later | his father took’ on that miserable sneak of a clerk, and jof course his wife came to Clevelayd, too.” Her lips tightened. i “Mrs, Griswold, you mean? The one who ran away with Matt Ven/ ner?” Barry asked. “Yes, She was fascinating, say that for her, even though never liked her. “Curiously enough, Irene did, and that makes what happened all the worse, She was brilliant and di ferent, somehow, nd, beside her, poor delicate little Irene was like a dull, gray moth to most people.” . “And you never heard that she had any relatives in Wheatfield or elsewhere?” Barry asked. ! “Why, yes! How stupid of me! There was a young sister thot some people on a farm near Wheat- field were taking care of. I forgot] ‘about her, for she wasn’t at thp| wedding and I never saw her except once, long after Irene’s death.” 4A’ sister!” Barry exclaimed. | “When did.you see her? What was ‘her first name? Please tell me about ris “her, Mrs, Tyrrell; perhaps she is j the relative I \know of in New , York.” . * “Well, about seven years after ‘Irene’s death and Matt’s suicide, a} young woman called on me who said| he Mrs.. Matthew Venner’s sister. Except for being pale and slim I couldn't see any resemblance, for Irene Rad dark hair and this! | girl's looked as though it had been | bleached almost white in the sun. | “There was a strength and assert-} jiveness in her manner, too, that |Irene had never had, and although | she ‘was shorter by at least four or i five inches her face was as old as} the hill | | “For what purpose had she come} Re you?” Barry looked away as he! spoke. “That was the strangest part ofj it!” his companion exclaimed, “I supposed, naturally, that she had come to talk of Irene, but instead she asked innumerable questions in a horrid, eager sort of way about— ahout fhe Griswold woman. — She didn’t give any first name, simply announced herself as ‘Miss Bar- rows.’” t “Had you ever heard your friend mention a younger sister?” Barry’s tone had quickefed. | “Yes, at school. She had men- | tioned her by some sillk nickname. | 1 gathered that they, came of pretty | | good old stock but had become re- | duced in ‘eireumstances, “I know she wanted her little | sister present at her marriage to Matt, but that guardian of hers put j his foot Gown and said he wasn't | going to have the child’s head filled with notions that would make her discontented; that she would have to stay where she was till she was | eighteen, “Irene went to see her regularly | | after her marriage, but never said | j anything about those trips nor} brought her to Cleveland.” “Did Irene’s sister tell you noth- jing about herself or her plans for | the future?” “I believe she did mention some-} | thing about being on her way East.” ' “What sort of questions did she ask you about Miriam Griswold?” Barry urged. “Think, Mrs, Tyrrell; this may be more important than| you know!” i She glanced amazement, (Continued in Our Next Issue) Copyright, 1928, NEA Service) was quickly at him in By Frederick W. Dallinger U. '8. Representative From Massa- | chusetts, Eighth District | It is not always the men who | are unromantic, At times the wo- i men exhibit the practical nature. | I've illustrated this often in my speeches with this story: Josephus and Samanthy were lov- ers. They sat under an apple tree in the early summer—the day was balmy and a soft wind blew. -“Ah, Samanthy,” breathed Jo- | sephus in a rapt voice, “listen to the zephyr as it ‘rustles gently | through the branches and hear how |the trees moan and sigh and sigh !and moan wmelodiously in the | breeze.” | Samanthy looked up brightly into her lover's eyes. | “Well, Josephus,” she remarked, |“I guess if you were as full of | green apples as those trees are, you’d sigh and moan and moan and sigh a lot, too.” { AN IDEAL t ‘By Berton Braley | This world would be a heaven, With hope and love its leaven, With beauty all about us and with laughter in the air, And not the least upheaval Of sin or shame or evil, » A world devoid of trouble or é battle or of care; Faith never would grow dim in The hearts of men and women, We'd walk our paths in glad- ness and charity and peace, With spirit true and tender We'd fill. the world with splendor, And all the hate and jealousy and quarreling would. cease; Life. would become «vision Of* happiness elysian; *The world. a perfect paradise so, (to held ugsig.its thrall, If ’mid our plots. and ‘plang schemes, ] We'd redlize one-half the dreams Our happy motherse dreamed for us when we were very small. (Copyright, 1923, NEA Service) and FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 2, 19 Rumor says the ex-k: l) wife are living apart—which means he has .Jost another war? ‘ Pittsburg bootlegger left $1,500,000, the spendthrift. only aa Someone stole a cannon from the New Oxford (Pa.) square, sq hali the landlords are worried sick. Anything can happen. Suits will be higher. Poland is fishing for trouble with . Russia, the fishing poles. New York fortune teller serving 20 years is no{ a happy medium. ~ Overseas vet has been made a big league. umpire and might as weil shine up his ‘old equipment. * is around the world, but we don't. California congre: elected without making a speech, which may be the ri Most of the cats have been eaten in Russia, so the mice are nearly tickled to death, Cincinnati team playing footba!! at night will have no trouble keeping its plays dark, ;Things could be. worse. Speci session of Congress is improbable. Turkey is asking us for a square deal and has the cards stacked, One girl learned singing by call ing cows. Others, however, are learning cow calling by singing. New Jersey boy can see through a transplanted pig eye, so anything probally makes him ‘hungry. Miners say there will be no soft coal strike in 1923, so now we can put all our worry on the hard coal. A new plant will make cans to keep food 100 years and it migat be called a century plant. First thing you know dentists will tell us not to eat fish because fish don’t brush their teeth, Our language tickles us, A man should keep his chin up in the air without keeping his nose up. Nothing scems to scarce the stork like having a flock of eagles on dol- lars around the house. The blue’ laws! are not the only laws that should feel blue. Turn to rubber on the street and someone will bounce you one. ADVENTURE OF “Hello, there!” calle a cheery voice, ; Nancy looked up from the letters she ‘was sorting, Nick looked up from the letters he was stamping. And Mr. Stamps, the fairy post- man, pushed back his cap and looked up, too, from whatever it ‘ was he was doing. I forget exactly. “Hello!” called out all three of them at once. For whom do you suppose it was? Mr. Sprinkle-Blow, the weatherman, from Bluster-Gust Land. “Well, well, well! Where'd you come, from, Sprink?” My. Stam greeted him heartily, reaching his hand gut over the counter of the little window where people bought stamps to stick on their letters. “Texas!” said the fairy weather- man, “I’ve just been there in my new flying machine that the Green Wizard made for me, to. see what was up. They've had about umpty- steen tornadoes ’n’ things, and dear knows, I didn’t send them.” , “Who did?” “Who? Why) Whizzy Tornado himself, who lives at the end of. the earth. He just does a dervish dance every once in a while—gets sort of crazy and I have to lecture him. But there! I can’t stay too long! I left my new airplane out in the potato field where I could make a good landing, and walked the rest of the way. Any mail for me?” Nancy looked in his box. “Yes, sir! Here’s a letter looks like a valentine.” ® “Alt right, sir! I'll open it rights now and find out, Nobody loves the weatherman, so I'll bet you it’s a comic one. My goodness! Just listen to this. And he read: “Dear Mr, ‘Sprinkle-Blow Lost his airplane and couldn't go, Wish he'd lose his rain barrels, too, And the black old clouds: he pours it through. Maybe he'll make the sun to shino, Whene’er’ he gets this valentine.’ “Yl just do it!” laughed the wea- therman. “Goodby, folks.” (To Be Continued) . (Copyright, 1923, NEA Service) fae ot A. THOUGHT that | The carth bearith fruit of her- self; first the blade, then the ear, ' then the full grain in the ear— Mark 4:28. ‘ Happiness, and brightness in God's service, is a gteat gift. We are told ‘to make melody in'our hearts to the Lord. How ean we. do this unless we are bright and cheetful | and serve him gladly? You must live the life, not ‘merely do the work. Live a quiet, peaceable - life with God, and the work’ will come out of it. You will do it simply, un- conaciously.—H. Monsell, ‘ Seven aviators think they can fly'+” ‘ f e ¢