The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, February 9, 1923, Page 4

“PAGE FOUR ee THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE Entered at the Postoffice, Bismarck, iN. D., as ‘Second Clase Matter. + BISMARCK TRIBUNE CO. ae Foreign Repre entatives G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY EDITORIAL REVIEW Comnients reproduced in_ this column may or may not express the opinion of The Tribune. They are presented here in order that our readers may have both sides of important issues which are being discussed in the press of the day, Publishers DETROIT Kresge Bldg. CHICAGO Marquette Bldg. - PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH - - Fifth Ave. Bldg. AND 'T | RADIO : :AWBREAKERS The “long arm of the law” NEW YORK a ie be increased in ‘length by Soya Tomes SAC 7 < ~~~ radio. This possibility ggest- MEMBER OF THE OCIATED PRE ‘ ed by the proposal of a leas ay aa 5 net” over the entire country fo The Associated Press is exciusively entitled to the use or republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not other- 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 the arrest of desperate crimin by the police of all cities wh has just troit ent of polic sulted anc a) been advanced from De- Maj. Sullivan, superintend- here, has been con- now considering the 1 prope At present the telegraph and the telephone ate employed in ériminal sass ____.| pursuit, even as formerly the mails IPSCPIPT IPATRS , XIN r a1 h) constituted the chief reliance of i _ SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN ADVANCE on{the police in. following fugitives Daily by carrier, per year... . 6... e eee eee eee eee -» 87.20 | trom juatic rhe radio permits an Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck) ..... gecsceees 7.20) immediate ting of infor- daily by mail, per year (in state outside Bismarck).... 5.00 ion ial eal Mi ity es (arate , , al ide fF Nort a g ‘+ age transi tec asi: by mail, outside of North Dakota. . “ 6.00 featole tGe example: Feaeiies “Oe i seen ra enya Ra aR aN SS ~ oniy all police officials in every THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER y, but millions of people, who (Established 1873) © become thereby informed of the re ———_—_-—-——-— | requisition for arrest. bly in TERRIBIL E FQRCES this latter fact lies eck Par ‘4 ans a sent e adcasting — methoe Did you ever see a dog tremble and howl ahen a certain eeu ee Ane BE Levi note was struck on a piano? The dog receiv through the |to the criminals. themselves or ether, from the piano, a vibration that disrupts his nervous | their friends or others who are beyond the pale of law and hav ympathetic feeling for all those re sought by the police. system and ¢ have about a find. Another illustration: { When the orchestra plays a certain tune, you find it almost impossible to keep still. Like a tun- ing fork, you catch the music’s vibrations and become syn- chronized to them. Your foot, your fingers, your voca! cords, your nerve currents —even your pulse — beat time with the music. You are a wireless receiving set, responding to vibrations These vibrations are of two kinds—physical (material) and psychic. uses him great pain. In that vibration you | simple an explantion of radio as you'll ever It is extremely difficult now for a known lawbreaker to esqape. a description of him is ayail can be placed in the pd police officials in every in a few of Ie of the commis Photographs widely distributed of arrested persons are a able for reference. If the tug! | is a new-comer in the ranks of | lawbreakers, and his photograph is | to be had, it can be sent out to the confines of. the country within a few da traveling almost as “fast as he can go himself. The radio will not facilitate this process the About 15 years ago, the world was going along calmly people rather placid, few of us really excited except when | we found money, narrowly escaped death or unconsciously became attuned to the vibrations of a soap-box orator or | identification unless devices “for a mob. |the reproduction of pictures by Then a restlessness broke out in Buenos Aires, in the form | ‘ine mesh. of the laws net are of a dance called the tango. This dance spread rapidly all ‘undoubtedly becoming finer, and over the world. It w to the public’s nerves internation- | the et ittselt extending, despite ally. like touching a match to kerosene. ine a ares be covered eit Vike 5 : ‘ ares | this ction, the plig 0 No one realized it then, but a great psychic force had be aateon whi peti A Pa iN ae gun to flow through us, working us up to a half-mad condi- | hecome, indeed, desperate. If the tion of high] | prov strung nerves that was to find its climax in cedure of trial and punishment the World W; were as speedy, law enforcement in 5 the United States would be, in- That psychic curreht went through us like a cyclone | ag, jveffective) but, unfortunately, through a Kar village. The current has nearly run i it would s om that the more e course. It is vanishing in the distance, leaving us behind— [ent the process of criminal ¢: rather burnt out ,exhausted, weakened. jing becomes the slower goes the sh [sae oe the agency for trial and Periodically these terrific psychic currents flow through Ua ea = ulneton me the world’s people and cause what psychiatrists call “mass | DME MATRIMONIAL movements” or “mob exhilaration.” i LIFE PR RVER Such a current was the wave of desire for personal liberty | that started with our Declaration of Independence and is not . yet at its height. The spiritually blind are wondering whether whisky will come back. They are like a man starting at the devasta- tion of a tornado and insisting, “It can’t be! I was here few minutes ago and everything was all right.’”” The prohi- bition movement, a psychic wave, is sweeping the whole It does beat the dickens how our | scientific men have to devote years of study and investigation to the | discovery of the most obvious facts of life that they might learn in five minutes’ conversation with any ordinary layman. Dr. Royal $. Copeland, New York’s health world, In every important country, drinke are talking j eee and se acca g about prohibition. They fear it, and their fear is a premoni-jyarried men live longer |than tion, a sensing of an oncoming invisible force. | When you have a few million years to spare, try to figure out where these psychic currents come from. ingle ones, backing ,up his an ;Mouncement with charts and fi nd kidding himself into the that he has stumbled upon a | brand-new fact tucked away a |closely guarded secret by a ful of actuaries. We hate to depreciate any capi- REAPING The rise in American crime began in the ’90s and in- creased progressively since then, according to Sir Basil Thomson, the retired genius of Scotland Yard. So the big tal nowmey, have genected i make crime wave of recent years was merely a tidal wave that had | scientific research, but we ied te ; been a long time reaching us, meantime gaining momentum. | remark right now that every man The principle holds good with nearly all our other troub- | has known, from the time ot Adam, hand- = Jes. The crops grows slowly. We contemplate the harvest Aa nee prolongs Ute for em cide it materialized overni iiciscedcaweneroinnted! ioe 2 S$ belatedly ad- and decide it materialized overnight. . The seeds were planted qucea by Dr. Copeland, i. ¢. that » long ago. Present conditions are the harvest of many gen- erations, many centuries, many thousands of years of the, past. when a man finds a woman to cod- dle him existence at once becomes ie the Jaye wear and teat = é that frays thé Qhread of life. COWARDS ;man who cooks for himself is Milton Bronner confirms the story that the Germans “have contempt for the ex-kaiser because he ran away. Would you rather be Bill living in a castle in Holland, than Bill surrendered to the allies or a suicide by his own pistol? Men of many generations have debated whether it is bet- ter to be a dead hero than a live coward. Which would you prefer, as a common-sense proposition, discarding foolish _ sentimentality and mock heroics? ! RUBBER Will our auto owners, when they buy tires, have to pay part of the debt that Britain owes Uncle Sam? The Eng- lish say so, and some in Washington think they’re right. The world now uses 331,000 tons of rubber a year, 228,000 tons coming to our country. England controls 255,000 tons of the world’s yearly output, and is putting high export taxes on it. This starts the threatened big trade war. We'd do the same, in John Bull’s shoes. ACTION Thirteen times as many burglars now as 10 years ago. Yet Thomson, former head detective of Scotland Yard, com- ments: “Strange to say, although your country seems to have more violent crimes than any other, you have less than the rest of dishonest and unclean crimes. You are very vio-| lent and clean. How do you account for that?” The answer is not difficult: Criminals have the national traits—craving for action, playing for big stakes. { bound to die early.. A man whose {socks are undarned and who rents in his clothing and button missing from his garments is go- ing to suffer from cold and drafts and catch pneumonia and kick off | prematurely, q Matrimony lubricates the -cog- wheels of life, and the old jatri- rchs were wise enough just to llow in that kind of oil. Men |who do not marry are constantly being sent to the shop for repairs, and find their way to the scrap heap by the time they ought to be in their prime. We could have tipped Dr. Copeland off to these facts years ago if he had taken the trouble to drop us-a postcard and ask us about it. — Philadelphia Record. ; samen 3 7 f BY JOHN E. RAKER. | a | wun. asked. “We're endeavoring,” replied on2 of the students, condescendingly, “to discover or invent a universal sol- come anyway, was | vent.” “What's that?” asked the farmer. “A liquid that will dissolve any- “That's a great ides,” agreed the farmer. ‘When you find:it what you gonna keep it in?” 2 2 CRIME The big crime wave in America and. England has not péen “due to the war.” It would | Ve ; “he or Bg jon. So says.Sir Basil Thomson, late of - son, after checking up poliés statistics in, the te i countries, finds that the increase. in crime a ‘years 1916 to 1922 than in the period of 191010 1016" vol easier and there is a diminuation | iv. ii ‘. es [Gan \U. 8, Representative: em California, .¥ou will not believe this, but it’s true: St. Louis finds: The difference between theoretica ‘out.of each 100 of its Fbparen 40 ks never pens sheep, | Herrledig ane Praeetl ja Wostrated 17 a pig and 12 a cow. e youngsters are caged up too| i 4 een Ricsell fh ities to know much about what’s outside the cage. | readd aetaeal sone: leone ery He Ma: be the cities had better stop putting lions and monk- | with retorts and test tubes. : ‘dys in the zoo and stock up with domestieated farm animals.! “What are you tryin’ to do?” he TIME TO CAST OFF BALLAST é BEGIN HERE TODAY A series of mysterious aveidents in the lumber mill left him by his father on the condition that he maintain a high out-pat, has con- zinced BARRY HOl vendent, ON that his superin- FRED THAYER, is guilty of sabo- age. Motoring from Boston to | the timber lands in Colorado Houston’s automobile — yflungeri cliff a few, miles | from cle, where “the mill +i located. oy Houston is nursed back to health ISTE RE UD, an ee but white-hearted French~- dian who became a_trapp lowing the tragedies death in France and murder of his wife. cabin, Houston meats ROBINETTE, In Ba'tiste’d! a girl of elegram ed Houston's trip from Boston. “Is there ever a time when operator isn’t there?” “At noon. He go out to dinner, 1 he open the door. If is something you want, walk in “Thanks.” A strane eagerness s ip Houston's eyes, “I think 'T’ ble to get up tomorrow. Maybe on walk over there.” “Bon—good!” came from Ba'tiste, the as they turned into the village of Vabernacle the next day. “Bon—the agent is leaving.” “You walk though going into the station to loaf. Ba'tiste — will come behind—and keep watch Barry obeyed. A moment more and he was within the converted box car, Houston turned hastily toward the file book and began to turn the pages of the original copy which hung there. Suddenly he bent forward and ex- amined a notation in a_ strange hand “Missent Houston. Resent Black- urn.” It explained much.to Barry Hous- ton, that scribble of four words. It told him why he had received ¢ telegram which meant nothing to |him, yet cause suspicion enough for a.two-thousand-mile trip, J.C, Blackburn, Deal Building, Chicago, Ill. Our friend reports Boston deal put over O. K. Everything safe. Suggest start preparations fer operations in time compete Boston for the big thing. Have Boston where we want him and will keep him’ there, THAYER. Hastily Houston crawled over the railing, and motioning to Ba’tiste, led him away from the station. The giant traced out the words. He looked up sharply. ‘ “Boston? You came from Boston?” “Yes, It must mean that Thayer's been runfiing my mill down, to help along some competitor. You'll notice that he says he has me where he wants me.” “Qui—yes. But was “the deal?” “I don't know: Suddenly Houston frowned with presentiment. “Thay- |er's been going with Medaine a good \deal, hasn’t he?” z “Oui—yes. When Ba’teese can fk of no way to’keep him from it.” , “It ‘couldn't be that he’s made some arrangement with her—about her for forest lands?” “But Ba’teese would have hear ‘of eet,” came the repetition. “No, eet is something else. Ba’teese will try to learn: who eet is, this Blackburn.” They parted, Ba’tiste to, lounge | back into the tiny town, Houston. to ‘take the winding road which ted back, to. the cabin, He glanced ahead and noticed the has he? What | i 1 and Company adjoining tim-j “You There house.” “The huh? Ba'teese help. at the boarding worry, are men Blackburn crowd?” “So. Seven carpenters, and others. They work for Blackburn. The are here to build a mill.” “On Medaine’s land then!” Ba’tiste shook his head. “No. Eet is on the five acres own’ by Jerry Martin. Eet is no good- rocks and roe! and rocks. They build eet there. Houston shook his head. “I can’t see it. timber around here with the excep- tion of Medaine’s land, and you say that she doesn’t come into that until next year. I’ve never made a cruise of the territory around here.” “What you know about lumber?” But 4 Aes af YS Medaine Robinette along the road, old Lost ng in her rear, astride a trim figure of swinging Wing trai alico pony and leading the saddle | horse which she evidently had be- } come tired of. riding. She had not con him, and Barry hurried toward , her, jamming his cap into a pocket “Not more than any office man | that his hand might be free to greet| could learn in a year and a half.’ | her, He waved airily as they came “Then we shall learn, Tomorrow | | closer and called.. But if she heard | him, she gave no indication. Instead, she turned—swiftly, | Houston thought--and mounted her horse. A mament later she trotted past him, jand again he greeted her, to be an- swered by a nod and a slight move- ment of the lips. But the eyes had been averted. Barry could see the thinnest veneer of politeness had shielded something else as she spoke we shall go. tell you much. Bie Medaine, oui? Yes “I—I’don’t think ‘she'd go.” “ «Why not?” “I'd rather-—” Houston was think- ing of a curt nod and averted eyes. “Maybe wed better just go alone, Ba'tiste.” Perhaps Ba’teese can 's bien. We shall go into the forest. We shall learn much. to him—an expression of distaste, CHAPTER V | of dilike, almost loathing+ The road narrowed to a mere trail; It was thus that old friends had| Ba’ e tugged on the reins, and passed him by in Boston; it was thus that men who had been glad to bor- row money from him in other days ad looked the other way when the ouds had come, A strange chill ent over him. 's told her!” poke the sentence like a man repeating the words of an execution. His features suddenly had growa rd. He stumbled slightly as made the next rise in,the road went on slowly, silently, the cabin. motioning to Barry, left the wagon pulling forth an axe cross-cut saw as he did so, Ba'tiste stopped and motioned toward a tall spruce. The axe gleamed in blow, A deep incision blow after appeared in base of it Ba’tiste started the saw, his rood “Look arm. out!” and ward There Ba'tiste found him, slumped above. Ba'tiste abandoned the saw, and with one great leap on the bench, staring out at the white and rose'pinks of Mount Talu- chen, yet seeing none of it. the spruce side, as with a Fog seemed to veritably | "EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO (CXTEN TO THS, MRS. TRVE. HERE'S AN ITEM ABOUT SOME YOUNG PEOPLE MARRYING, AND IT WINDS VP BY SAYING “THS H4PPY COUPLE WILL RESIDE WITH. THE BRIDG'S MOTHER FOR A WHILES,; “BrRipe's MoTHER”!, “HAPPY CoveLe —— wow !!! e I have the only’ We shall take | and heavy,| the trunk of the tree, and at the! Barry working on the other end with | A crackling sound had come from|{ caught Houston and, pulled him far to one|-stantps, the postmaster?” sintegrate, its’ voice, “This is FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 1923 ltrunk spreading in great splintered| slabs, and the tree proper crashing| to the ground in the opposite a | rection tq which it should have fall- en, breaking as it came. : A moment Ba’tiste stood, with his} | arm still about the younger man,| waiting for the dead branches, sev-/ ered from ohter trees, to cease fall-| ing, and the disturbed needles and dust of the forest to settle. ; “Eet break up like an ice jam!” came at last. “That tree, he is not made of wood. He is of glass!” | Barry joined him, studying the splintered fragments of the spruce, suddenly to bend’ forward in won derment. | “That's queer. Here’s a railroad) spike driven clear into the heart.’ “Huh? What's that?” Ba'tiste] bent beside him to examine the rusty | spike, then hurried to a minute ex amination of the rest of the tree.) “And another,” came at last. “And! more!”” | Four heavy spikes had revealed | themselves now, each jutting forth at a place where the tree had split.; Ba'tiste straightened, | | “Ah, oui! Eet is no wonder! Sce? The spike, they have been in the | tree for nrebbe one, two, t’ree year. And the tree, he if not strong. When the winter come, last year, he| split inside, from the frost, where| the spike, he spread the grain. | “But why the spikés?” | “Wait!” Ba’tiste suddenly serious,| | turned away into the woods, to zo} |slowly from tree to tree, to dig at} | them with his knife. “I have foun’) , another!” 1 | “The spike, the » all in this | little section,” he said finally. “I i have cruise’ all about here | are no more.” | | “But why should trees grow) | spikes?” H || ‘Ah, why? So that saws will! break at the right time! Eet is ea for the iron hunter at the mill to| look the other way—eef he knows | what the boss want. Eet is easy for} | the sawyer to step out of the way| | while the blade, he hit a spike!” A long whistle traveled over} Houston's lip. This was the explana- tion of broken saws, just at the crucial moment! | “Simple,isn’t it?” he asked causti-| cally. “Whenever it's necessary for; an ‘accident’ to happen, merely send out into the goods. for a load of timber from a certain place. “I've seen enough, BiAtiste. £m geing to Denver and cor}ract my- self an entirely new crew.” They drove in silence to the clear- ing of Barry’s mill, with its bunk| house, its diminutive commissa:y Houston leaped from the wagon but} jat the door of the commissary he| whirled, staring. A buggy was just| coming over the brow of the little! hill which lead to the mill property. Someone had called to him—a wo- n whose voiced had caused him t, then, a second later, to go running forward. Agnes Gurdon was beside Thayer in the buggy, leaning forth, one hand extended as Barry hurried to- ward her, her black eyes flashing eagerness, her full, yet cold lips parted, her olive-skinned cheeks en+ livened by a flush of excitement Houston came to her. | “Agnes,” he gasped. “Why did you—” “{ thought—” and the rawling voice of Fred Thayer had a sudden- ‘ly sobering effect on Houston, “that you weren't hurt very lad. Your memory came back awful quick, didn’t it?” (Continued in Our Next Issue) ADVENTURE OF THE TWINS By Olive Barton Roberts One the telephone hickory tree postoffice Trang. Nick answered it. “Hello, who is this asked a | voice, although it should have said, “Who is that?” “It’s Nick, the Twin,” answered Nick. “Do you wish to speak to Mr. day in the rang “Oh, no, you'll do!” answered the Mr, Whale out in the | ocean. I couldn't come, so I thought I would telephone. I wish they would move the Fairyland postoffice out to the ocean instead of keeping it on ; dry land all the time. We have to depend on the sea-gulls to carry our letters and they are the gossipyest {things and tell everything they know. I want to send a valentine |to the squid and I don't wish any- {one to know it. Could you please ‘take it for me?” Sertainly,” said Nick obligingly. | “Pl be right over.” “Pll be waiting near the light- house,” answered the whale. | Nick arrived at the ocean in just a little while( having his Magic Green Shoes on) atid sure enough, | there was Mr. Whale holding a let- jter in his mouth. “Here it is,” he said at once, “My friends helped me write it or I never could have done it. The .sea urchin wrote it with one of his quills and the cut- | tlefish supplied the ink, Read it, will you, and see how it sounds.” So Nick unfolded the paper and read: \“Dear/little squid, so sweet and 4 small, Would you were forty. times as tall, Then I should say you’d be just « right To satisfy my appetite. | “Of all the creatures in the sea, You have the sweetest taste for me, Oh, little squid with flavor fine, « Please won’t you be my. valentine.” “It’s very \nice,” said Nick. “I'll take it at once.” So off he flew to the little squid’s house. | And the squid read it. “Humph!” (said she. “Valentine in- deed! It’s just a polite way of ay ing me to be his meal-ticket. No, jthank you!” I (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1928, NEA Service) Se (R. 8, ENGE; D.C. Ph. C. ; Chirop \ Suite 9, 11 — Lucas Block fa We'll bet the Tennessee moun-) telher who has lived 120 years has never done anything else Jackie Coogan makes nicket while you read this line. George Washington’s birthday is coming, but you don’t have to wait until then to be truthful. a Spring hats are trimmed now. Husbands will be trimmed later, Two congressmen called each other liars and there is a possibility both were right. The best thing about being robbed in Russia is you have to go there before it is done Boys leave the farm bi don't have to get up at d use you reak to * get milk out of bottles. | We have divorces because Cupid has orders to shoot on sight. It beats all how much good-Iqoking complexions can come out of such sloppy looking vanity cases. Too many married, folks nice to each other before forget two's company. who are company Health hint: , Jails ure too confin- ng. Try to keep out of them. Never worry if a boy hates to get his: hair cut. He may become a jwold’s champion musician, The nice thing about having a wife is she is usually ready to think some other company want you. The sad thing about having a hus- band is he likes to sit around and let his supper get cold. This is our shortest month even if it does seem longer. St. Louis doctor says they shoula get paid for preventing illness. Wita millions of diseases to prevent, can you figure the bill? Only a few more weeks until it is safe to predict a mild winter. Two Trenton (N, J.) boys caught a wildcat so their days will always have something to talk about. | Bad coal in your furnace doesn't |give a clinker's dam. | | You never learn much from any- jone you can read like a book. | Most people ‘worry because they ‘are either married or not married. | - Born fools seldom’ outgrow it. She tells us when she catches « |steady beau he gets nervous. Three cheers beats six jeers. If you can't get a chuckle ‘out of this stuff go laugh at some fat girl who fills her galoshes. || ATHOUGHT | 2 i \@ eed For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then ha‘l I know ‘n’ leven as also I am known—I Co-.- 13.12. The wise man is but a clever in- fant spelling letters from a_hiero- glyphical prophetic book, the lexioen of which lies in eternity.-Carlyle. THE PURITAN By Berton Braley I’m very much surprised to find Ihave a Puritanie Mind. It seems I’m Middle Cla With very narrow views on Art. ‘My Realistic friends agree Completely in this view of me, -Although I thought I cogld applaud Myself as being Very Broad. ‘ The charge they make is doubtless based Upon my Literary Taste, For I have often said that I'm Not fond of printed ooze and slime And tales where filth and lust‘ run’ rife Which some folks life.” I know life isn’t wholly pure But neither is it all a sewer. ; hail as “true to | And so I frequently declare That I can’t bring myself to care For dirt for dirt’s sake, or for truck That bathes, by preference, in muck. Great genius can touch with fire The degradation of the mire, But it’s the fire—I beg to state— And not the mire that makes ic Great, # I don’t like namby-pamby guff But neither can I stand the stuff By those who ride a garbage scow And ery, “The world smells rotten, now,” i : So if the test of being Broad Is that I joyously applaud Each Pornographic book I see, Then Puritan’s the name for me! (Copyright, 1923, NEA Service) CURED HER RHEUMATISM Knowing from terrible experience the suffering caused by rheumatism, Mrs. J, E, Hurst, who lives at 608 E. Douglas Street, C-293, Bloomington, IL, is so thankful at having cured herself that out of pure gratitude she is anxious to tell all other suf- ferers just how to get rid of their torture by a simple way at home. Mrs. Hurst has nothing to sell Merely mail your own name and ad- dress, and she, will gladty send you this valuable information entirely !ree. Write her at once before you | forget, x \ Ady. at heart, ~~ “ | ! ; |