The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, February 10, 1923, Page 4

THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE “PAGE FOUR K TRIBU THE BISMARC Entered at the Postoffice, B Bismarck, N. D., as Second Clase 3 Matter. BISMARCK TRI TRIBUNE Co. Foreign Representativ es G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY CHICAGO Marquette Bldg. z PAYNE, WOLEATS AND SMITH NEW YORK Fifth Ave. ASSOCIATED PRE! The Associated Press is ‘exclusively entitled to the. use ae i i credited to it or not other: | 0 the local news published DETROIT Kresge Bldg. MEMBER OF THE wise credited in this paper and a herein. All rights of republication of special dispatches herein are also reserve MEMBER ‘AUDIT B UREAU OF CIRCUL ATION _ SUBSCRIPT ION RA‘ TES PAYABL EIN ADVANCE Daily by carrier, per year. % ker . $7.20 Daily by mail, per year (in ‘Bism: rck) 3 7.20 Daily by mai}, per year (in state outside Bismarek) . 5.00 Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota. . a 6.00 T HE STATE’S OL DEST NE Wi SPAPER _ (Established 1873 COOPERATING WITH THE Standards of the city schools under the administration of ithe pre i id Supt constantly. But the respons fo’ school system can re s cooperation on the erally. In several frank discussions, Supt. Saxvik has told the people of Bismarck t what the present administration is seeking to aceomplish. There are evidences of results now only after a few months of his regime. As his hands and those of the board members are upheld, will there be greater progress. The Rotary club is seeking a way to cooperate effectively | with the school board and officials. But the cooperation must be city wide and take in every family interested and every citizen who feels that the schools after all form 'the very bulwark of the Republic. In the first instance parents should know the teaching staff better. Teachers in Bismarck should be welecmed socially at the opening of each term and during the year functions should be given that will bring the parents in closer contact so that some of the problems might be more easily solved. the Parent-Teachers Ass Saxvik are being bettered | bility of the parents is great. ch its best development except there wt of parents and tax payers gen- Larger cities have worked out a very good plan under | ation for each school. Group | organizations might be desirable here to bridge the gap that | teo often exists between the school and the home. Frequently the function of the school is misunderstood. Parents in too many instances feel that when their chiul has gone to school a great weight is off their minds and the entire responsibility is shifted upon the school authorities. If education is to bring the greatest returns for the money spend in inculeating ideals and preparing the vounger gen- erations for the battle of life and his place in society, the home must closely supplement the discipline and ideals of the school room. Inasmuch as the home practices a follow- up process in coordination with the school plan, will the sys tem preduce students of the first calibre. * The school board and_its officials can maintain necess ry requirements of curriculum, but they must have the com- plete endor: of a very vital nature have been made in requirements of students in the city schools. In the past, students were allowed to select a course that broucht them to graduation without much mental effort. It is the desire of the school | authorities to train students who when they have entered, business life or institutions of higher learning will reflect credit upon themselves and the Bismarck City schools. Surely such an aim should call for the greatest coopera- tion from the citizenry of Bismarck. Visit your schools and get acquainted with the program under way. TRADE MARDI GRAS ~ Bismarck should support loyally the efforts of the Busi. ness and Professional Women to visualize the industrial agtivities of Bismarck. It is no mean undertaking and will serve to acquaint people of the manifold businesses being cgnducted in the Capital City. Civic bodies have offered their cooperation freely and the program in process of completion is most interesting and varied. Much time and effort have been spent in securing the consent of the business interests to display in some man-: ner their various lines and the people should respond gen- ‘ erously by packing the auditorium from pit to gallery. This is the first stunt of its kind to be given in Bismarck atid has its merits as a form of direct advertising. Some very unique stunts have been worked up and interspersed | will be skits of interest that will amuse. Remember the date, Tuesday evening, Feb. 13, at the Aaditorium. DESTRUCTION . ~--Off hand you can rattle off the names of at least 20 mili- tary leaders who won lasting fame by destroying life and property. But what do you know about Edward Jenner? England, his native country, has been honoring the one-hundredth anniversary of his death. Jenner was the physician who discovered how to prevent smallpox by vaccination. This discovery, according to many scientists, has saved probably a thousand lives to every life destroyed in the last | century by wars. Remember his name. Without his dis- | covery, you might be dead now. RADIO = Photographs, sent’ by wireless, are being received iin Washington, D. C.,.in the laboratory of the inventor, F. ! Francis Jenkins. Their transmission, on the NOF wave length of 425 meters, may have been heard by you and im- properly called static. Uncanny, to “hear photographs.” | Quite plainly the Jenkins process has sent pictures of Pres- ident Harding and others. Jenkins’ goal ‘is radio movies. should see them before 1930. 4 With good health, you { “OUCH!” i Rodger. Dolan, investigating origin of speech, says ‘“‘ouch” - is the most interesting word in our language and all others. ? eed instictively yells, “Ouch !”-when it feels pain, wheth- - it knows how to talk or not. The word comes naturally, (pe highly expressive of a mood and its sensations. ’ = Our other fundamental words probably originated the ie way. Moaning wind slowly. says, “Wind.” “Dog” is a canine’s bark. Wheat in the field, bowing before , quite plainly says, talk Sat if you-listen. Is ing alive and‘does it talk? Maupassant thought so. te ah feat gee Bldg. | ment and assistance of the community. ‘Changes | EDITORIAL REVIEW Comments 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 Seine acuesed In the press Of the day, RN WORLD WONDERS night, officials of th American Telegraph & Telephone company talked for more than an hour wireless telephony, and ey distinctly heard by a group of scientist 400 miles away, at ngland. Eleven min- ‘the first connected trans- | speech had been carried s by this modern Mercury. | whose feet are winged with Hert- ‘zian waves irmatory and congratulatory cable message was | received | Gen. Carty in his speech harked {back to the time when, fifty years ago, Alexander Graham | Bell spoke the first complete sen-| | tence over an elect telephone which was clearly heard by his as jute, ‘Thomas Watson. Carty | described the era of development since that memorable day, March 10, 1876, as “the golden age of communications,” having in mind the extension of human voice not only through space by the t phone, but also beyond the barriers of time by means of the phono- graph. But since the successful experi ment of Sunday night was the re- sult of utilizing both the telephone and the wireless waves, Gen, Carty. might also, appropriately, have alled attention to the fact that it was just about twenty arg ago that Guglielmo Marconi f suc- ceeded in transmitting the dots land dashes ofa telegraph ‘¢ode across the Atlantic oceag, jwith the help of a sensitive detector which he had invented-@fter @ ser- ies of experiments beginning in 1894. By 1907 regular press and pri- vate messages were winging their way from shére.to shore With in- credible speed.” Today raido-tel®s- raphy has demonstrated its prac- tical utility in peace and war, radio-telephony is now enjoying the dawn of its day. There are in this country between 1,000,000 and 1,500,000 radio receivers, at which between three and four million people listen to conce! and lec- ures from 600 broadcasting sta- | tions. | If this has been the. development | of twenty years, what may we not expect in the next two decades?— | Philadelphia Bulletin. } } HOW MANY DRUG VICTIMS? Statements to the effe¢t that the drug-habit victims in the United es run up into the millions are | estimates and so- rrived at by the use of multiples on a proportional | ba are generally not very de- pendable. One estimate places the number at 4,000,000, but wheth- er there are exdctly that number or many less no one can‘tell. A specialist Who deals with the cases of drug Victims may naturally gain the impression that an exaggerated ratio of the population are habi- tues. On the other hand, the hon- est citizen who comes in contact | with the ravages of the habit on | the human organization only a few times in his life might ppose that the number is included within a “few hundreds. However, in making-up the estimates it is the specialist who ig consulted. The evil is widespread in the prisons of the country and if,con- trol is difficult in the.case ofl per- sons under constant xr what shall be said of the those whose liberty of action impaired? As the drug wor the greatest havoc is an -importa- | tion, federal authority» may prop- jerly regulate drastically its en- trance $nto the countr, Its use j after surreptitious introduction i | something which effort should not be handicanned by technierti- ti in jurisdiction.—St. Louis; Globe-Democrat, THE MAN WHO.NEVER FORGOT Joseph Bisagno-of San Francisco jw jit w: {will easy to be friendly. His divided his comfortable for tune among 208 “friends who have lbeen kind to me.” Sketching Joseph Bisagno from imagination an artist’s.... pencil would naturally trace easy curve: |The sketch would jmtlude an eye with a twinkle and a hand extend- jed ready for a*clasp of good fel- lowship. Bisagno is described as a bache- jlor and “clubman.” Many a man | who fits the description leads a {gay. but actually unhappy and aimless life. Joseph Bisagno jprobably found his escape from | suc h a fate. Fortunate indeed is 2 j man. able to list 203 persons he is | | willing to call friend. The Bisagno will indicates that he had known for years the disno- | sition he intended, to make of his} | fortune. It is easy to imagine him | | going about the world with a little | black book. listing his kindly | | friends in all walks of life, adding | a new name now and then when | the spirit moved, even though he! ;mieht never see the person again. | No wonder Joseph Bisagno had | lfriends.- A man with that sort of | constant tonie for his disnosition | | just couldn’t help making the sort | jof friends he wanted to make. — |New York World. we imagine, a man with whom }@ | men ahs eed | CUT THIS OUT—IT IS WpaTH | MONEY | Cut out this slin. enclose with Sc} and mail it to Feley.& Co. 2835: Sheffield Ave.. Chicago, Ill. writing} your name and address clearly. You! will receive in return a trial. pack-| age containing Foley’s Honev and! Tar Compound for coughs, colds and | croup: Foley Kidney Pills’ for pains | in sides ond back; — rheumatism,| backache, kidney and bladder ail-| ments: and Foley Cathartic ‘Tablets, | ing cathartic for constipation, bili- ousness, headaches, and ‘sluggish; bowel a “wholesome and thoroughlv opm H hie) iy ied le watch for you—-he is glad you | | TIT FOR TAT | | | | ‘| downward in slow, but ‘steady suc- cession, to disappear, then to show themselves, bobbing jerkily outward toward the center of the lake. A thunderous voice was booming bel- ligerently from the distance: “You lie—un’stan’? Ba'teese you lie if you no like eet, jus’ what-you- climb up me! U stan’? Climb up me!” Houston broke into a run, racing | along the flume with constantly in: creasing speed as he heard outburs after outburst from the giant trap- IN HERE TODAY __| rise. Below them lay something} per, interjected by the lesser pear lack of confidence in} which caused Barry Houston to leap] of argumentative voices in reply his son's ability caused == =| to his fect unmindful of the jolting| Faintly he heard a woman's voice, | BARRY HOUSTON to inherit a fum-) vapon, to stand weaving with white-| then Ba’tiste’s in sudden command: | er mill on condition that he| Prine a to stare with il eps i a nee maintain a high output. A. series} &Tppec Mands, to stare with sud- aD eaCleavou) 200) be) One amaze. of mysterious accidents are pre-| denly deadened eyes Ba’teese, he handle this. Go 'long!” | Wenuineunch eeheniesan Upon a blackened, smoldering| Houston, at last made the turn of | Houston zrrives in the Colorado} mass of charred timbers and twist-| the road as it followed the flume, timber lands he finds that his] cd machinery, The remainder of all] and saw the broad back of the Ca- upe , that once had been his mill! nadian, squared as he was, half ‘ Hepes sari oi phase Hae CHAPTER VIL neross the road. Facing him were | making. the discoveries. Houston| “Ket was my fault!” The French-| five men with shovels and ham-| has been assisted by Canadian ‘still stared at the ruins.| mers, workmen of the Blackburn { BA’TISTE RENAUD, an_ eccentri¢| “Eefffis: all Ba‘teese’ fault—” camp. Houston looked more closely French-Canadian, who quit) the thought you were my friend,| then..gasped. It wag, another flume; practice bf medicine and_ retired ce.” they were niaking a connection with cabin to forget the double Reet Tam. hiss one: edy of his son's death in| «then show it; I've got abo The foreman looked up caustical- wife. He nurses Houston. back to| fifteen thousand tet bank. The ly. be health when the latter’s automo-| enough lum round here to build T've told you about ten times, bile plunges over a cliff, Hous-|a new saw-shed, and money to buy | he answered, addressing hinwelf to ton, to deceive Thayer, feigns}a few saws. And I need help—I| Bd'tiste, “ e building a connce- | complete loss of memory. In Ba'-] won't be able to move without you,| tion on our slume.” peanllin, Houston meets But- “Our flume?” Houston gasped the | {BODES cm girl whe “Oui?” words. “I own this flume and this tives. from] “But,” and Barry smiled at him,| Jake and this flume site—” ‘tion with “if you ever mention any respons “If your name's Houston, I guess P} , a girl who has a| bility for this thing again—you're| you do,” came the answed, “But if| tcrious hold on Houston, fired. Do we understand each | you can read and writq, you ought | CHAPTER VI other?” to know that while you’ may own it, The holding forth her hands to him and woman in the buggy wa he assisted her to the ground. rH,” she asked, in a sudden uren't. you. going “Of cour: He took her in ais arms. “I—I wag. so. surpr I never thought of “Naturally you didn’ It was Th again, “That's why I sent for her. Thought you'd get your memory back when—® ‘my mentory for long e Houston had turned upon hit coldly—“to know that from now mn I'll run~ this place, You're through!” Three hours later, the last of the paid off, Barry Houston proached the door of Ba'tiste’ in, ed his hand to knock— and name had been mentioned vy; them again—, “I don’t fifow what it is, Batiste. Fred wouldn’t: tell me, except that it |was something too hortble for me |to know. I can’t be pleasant to him when I feel this wa: She ceased. Houston had knocked on the door, A second later, he en- tered the cabin, to return Medaine Robinette’s cool but polite greeting. “['m afraid I've stayed longer than intended,” she apologized, “It's, angri { late. Good night.” Then she was gane. Houston looked at Ba’'tiste, but .the old French-Canadian merely, waved big hand. “Woman.” he said airily, “peuff! Eet is nothing. Eet will pass. Now, what mus’ Ba’teese do?” “At the mill? I wish you'd guard it for me. I’m going to Denver on the morning train to hire a new crew. “Ah, oui, It shall be.” The ‘next evening brought Bui to Denver, and the three days wh followed ‘carrfed with them the | Sweaty smell of the employment offices and the ‘gathering of a new ti crew. Then) d, anxious with an eagerness that he never before had known, he turned back to the hills. With his rough-faced men about him, Houston and started the journey te the mill. Into the canon and to, the last rise. Then a figure showed before him, a gigantic form, running and tumbling through the underbrush at one side of the road, a dog bounding beside him. It was Ba’tiste, excited, red- faced, his arms waving like wind- mills, his vgi¢e booming even froth ‘a distance: “M’sieu Houston! M’sieu Houston! ja'teese have fail! Ba’teese no good! come! Ba’teese ashame! Ashame!”’ They had reached the’ top of the reached ‘Tabernacle, |’ you don’t use it. That’s our privi- lege from now on, in cold black aad) “The next mornin Denver, and in a w Barry went to k returned to Tabernacle, thence across country to| White. As far as the law is con- camp. cerned, this is our flume, and our He found no Bua'tiste but there} water, and oaf fake, and our woods | was something else which held Hous-| back there. And we're going to use | ton’s interest for a moment and] all of ’em, much as we please— | which stopped him, staring wonder-| and it's your business to stay out | ingly into the distance, A new skid-| of our way! way had made its appéarance.on the CHAPTER VIIL ide of the jutting mountain near-} The statement took Houston off | est the dam. Lodgs were tumbling | hi t;, but recovery. fet, for 2 momen! EVERETT TRUE i I KNEW I'D FIND You Down BECAUSE It/S SATURDAY AC TORBEN VVE SGOT MY CAR OCUTIN al Lie AIND BEFORE You PLAY ANY L WANT “OU TO SST INTO THE AND TAKS THE WHEEL }! MoU ONLY TAKE YOUR C4R OUT SUNDAYS AND HOLIDAYS, SO A LITTLE PRACTICE IN MY CAR JUKE THIS WILL HELP TO MAKE THE ROADS SAFER FOR Democracy WHEN YOU TAKS YOUR * eelanl OL% TOMoRROW! NOW (THEN, MAKE « TURN TO THs LEET SU JOLT COUR HAND | the heat of conflict in his brain. His| | good hand clenched. | strack the foreman on the point of | to his assistance, ‘and he rose, squaring himself. Hous-| | ton seized the club and stood wait- | ing a few feet in the rear, in readi- | ing | bettom of each, | give ‘pulling that loss of memory stunt} again. Thats’ one of his best little | bets,” he added sneering, “to lose his memory.” “I've never lost it yet.” “No—then you can forget things} jer of Canada, two French- Canadians) "| poleon, ‘ Gerge Washington.” la young man sat in a theater, | But || ‘Always wear your rubbers,” SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 10, 1998 came just as quickly, a recoil with the red splotches. of anger blazing before his eyes, phe ‘surge /of hot blood sweeping through his veins, A leap and he the chin, sending him’reeling back- ward, while the other men rushed “That's my answer to you!” shout-| ed Houston. i “Run tell Thayer!” ‘shouted ‘the foreman, and then with recovering strength, he turned for a eant hook. | But Ba'tiste seized it first! “Here comés somebody!” Bu’tiste’s grip tightened about the eant hook, ness for any one who might evade the bulwark of blows which Ba'tiste evidently intended to set up. - A moment more, and Ba’tiste, with a sudden exclamation, allowed ‘nis! cant hook to drop to the ground. “Eet is Thayer, and Wade, the sheriff from “Montview, and his depu' Peuff! Have he fool heem too?” The sheriff pulled two legal docu- ments from his pocket, and unfold- them, had shown Houston; the Barry's eyes opened wide. “That's that's came at last. “This one’s the same, ish’t The second paper was shoved. for- ward, “Then I don’t see what you're! kicking about. Do you know anyone med Jenkins, who is a notary-pub- my. signature," it?”} | | “Then look ‘em over. If that isn't] a lease to the Jake and flume and, flume site, and if the second one! isn’t a contract for stumpage at aj dollar and a hal? a thousand feet— well, then, I can't read.” “But I'm telling you that I didn't it to them.” Houston had reached for the papers with a trem- | bling hand. “I don’t remember. “Didn't I tell you?” Thayer had turned to the sheriff. “There he goes! awfully easy, Such as coming out} here and pretending not to Know] ‘who you were. You can’t even re-| member the night you murdered your! own cousin, can you?” “That’s a—” “See, sheriff? His memory’s bad."| |All the malice and hate of pent-up! enmity was in Fred Thayer's voice | ow. One gnarled hand went for-! | ward in accusation. “He can’t even! remember how he killed his own cousin, But if he can’t, I can. Ask him about iie time when he slipped that mallet in his pocket at a prize fight and then went on out with his ‘ cousin. Ask him what became of Tom Langdon after they left that prize fight. He won’t be able to tell you, of course. He loses his memory; all he will be able to remember is that his father spent a lot of money and hired some good lawyers and him out of it. He won’t be able to tell you a thing about how his own gousin was found with his skull crushed in; and: the/bloody’ wooden mallet lying beside him—the mallet that this fellow had stolen the night before at a prize fight! He won’t--” (Ce seca in Our Next Issue) By Samuel E. Winslow U, S, Representative From’ Massa- chusetts, Fourth District. My favorite story is an old one, but it illustrates the extent to which some men hold domination over. the imaginations of their fol- lowers. When Wilfred Teuriesiaae premi- were discussing /him. “By gar,” said one, “dat Wilfred Laurier, he one great man.” “Not so great like Napoleon,” said the other. “Wilfred Laurier greater dan. Na- insisted the first one. “Wilfred Laurier - greater “Well, Wilfred Laurier not so great like de Savior.” “Maybe not, but—” here the premier’s admirer brightened, “Wil- fred Laurier a young man yet.” WEAR YOUR RUBBERS (In Popular Ballad Style) By Berton Braley dan To watch the actors play, he coughed so loud that the other folks Couldn’t hear what the actors did say. : The usher did come down to him And said, “You'll have to leave.” And as young man left the place Thesg words he seemed to sneeze. Chorus “Always: wear your rubbers,” That’s what my. mother said. But I would never listen: And now my nose is red, I wish that I had farkened To what my mother told, “Always wear your rubbers And you will not-cateh cold!” \ A young man met a maiden, Whose, pumps were made of suede, Her stockings, rolled below the knee, Of silk were thinly made; | named “Stamp.” got! This German passive resistance is not the passive voice. + Lancaster (Pa.) postoffice has a dog Maybe they have j to lick him before he goes away. Of course we will not have a new World War, but let's hope we don't have the old one made over. A Cleveland man who stole an auto for a joke was found in a ditch with the’ joke on him. Philadelphia couple may have been married 72°years without a quarrel; anyway, they say they have. Motormeters are nice things. quently they are al] that is m Fre- sing. Outdoor life is fine, but too many visitors believe in open door life. Spring will not really be here un- til Babe Ruth gets suspended is ene of our it is Friday on which seven days unlucky to j craps. Things are so peaceful in this you can hardly find a dog enough to start a fight. cown mai There is a great deal of talk oa | the political party lines. Naming radio p | alphabet. ts is ruining our Very few people buy poison booze twice. Fine thing about getting into the movies is after being in one picture you are a movie star. judge a man’s religion by what he says when his safety razor |nearly cuts his nose off. Boston daylight robberies tinue. However, they light \saved by d Chicago’s few railway station will be 40 stories high. All the scenery in that town is sideways. In Seattle, a crazy man thought he was Harding. Women wonder what the crazy men will think next. con- are not after ight saving. Los Angeles man says all of w are three-fourths ignorant, so we say it is one-fourth less than he is. The chances are two to one your merchant is only dunning you as j others have dun unto you. We can’t think up anything more useless than cut glass. Never cuss a wife for pie that isn’t like mother used to make un {less you make money like her father used to make, The early bird may get the worm, but the early bird gets the frost. ee eee ADVENTURE OF THE TWINS By Olive Barton Roberts Mr. Stamps, the fairy postmaster of the Fairyland Postoffice, sent Nan- cy and Nick to start a postoffice in | Wigglefin Land, under the sea. It was ut the Cross Roads where Cap'n Pennywinkle sat all day long on Curly, his sea-horse, directing traffic in the right direction. Cap'n Pennywinkle kept the bir fishes (from bumping into the littic fishes, and he was very busy, I can tell you. Nancy and Nick were busy, too, sorting out Valentities the Wiggle- fins sent to each other. So busy that they hadn't time to stop for meals! Charley Cod send Shiny Shad a val- enting like this “The ocean's full of water, And the land is full of stones, The whale is full of blubber, But the shad is full of bones.” That made Shiny Shad mad and he sent this one back to Charley Cod: “A man went: fishing in the ocean With a hook and line and rod, Just because he had a fond notion, That he'd catch old Charle.! Cod. Bye and bye he up and caught him, And he slowly pulled him in But his friends declare he bought shim At the grocer’s in a tin.” ; “Oh, I don’t care,” declared Charley, when he read it. “Mebbe they do put codfish in: cans some- times, but it’s because they're so good. I'm sure no one ever heard of canning a shad anyhow.” But that, put a notion! into Charley’s head and he wrote a valentine to Mack Mackerel. This was the vai- entine he dropped into the Wiggle- fin postoffice a litle later and which Nancy handed out to Mr. Mackerel as he nassed by: “Mack Mackerel lived in the sea, And so terribly salty turned he, That he curled up his tail, And flopped into a nail, Now they serve him for broaktatt, and tea,” “Oh, shuck: “I s’pose Charley Ced thinks hes ” said Mack Senin: smart.. But I’ve learned how to keep away from mackerel nets and I'm not going to be served for either He said to her, “Oh, little girl, You'll get a cold in your head, T’ll marry you and teach you what My dear old mother said.” Chorus My mother said, and. she Mostsurely said a‘mouthful In those ‘kind words to me, Oh, darling, hear the warning My mother wisely told, “Always.wear your ‘rubbers . And you will not catch cold!” (Copyright, 1928, NEA Service) *” breakfast or tea. So them! If that’s all the mail there’ for wes, Y’'ll be moving along, thank you.” (To Be Continued. (Copyright, 1922, NEA Service.)