The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, February 14, 1923, Page 4

le ic « i PAGE FOUR ~ ee peeeranrans THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE Matter. _ BISMARCK TRIBUNE CO. — Foreign Representatives fi G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY '. CHICAGO - - : Marquette Bldg. PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH DETROIT NEW YORK MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not other. wise credited in this paper and also the local news publishec herein. All rights of republication of special dispatches herein are also reserved. MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATION SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN ADVANC Daily by carrier, per year... eee Nua gates © Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck)......... on ; Daily by mail, per year (in state outside Bismarck). ... daily by mail, outside of North Dakota.... THE STATE'S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) MBO’S SONGS ty in southern negro churches. vn after the Ci leep. Anyway, timely. inging (or chanting) it with such vehemence and enthusi- asm that it’s obvious there’s one element of the world’s Maybe it’s an old one, , may be thinking and doing. The hymn sounds like this: cre I'm gonna. lay down mah war tools, down by de ribber side, Down hyde ribber side, down by de ribber side. I'm gonpa Jay,down mah war tools, down by de ribber side, Ain't a-gonnd study War no more. a “CHORUS: Study war no mo’, study war no mo’, study war no mo’; Study war no mo’, study no mo’, study—study war no mo’. Too bad, we cannot get Europe singing this hymn. Negro music, with its seductive rhythm and none-such melody, stands out unique among all other music. the primeval spirit of the jungle. The white man, beginning shortly before the war, sank to the jungle state. Probably that is why the white man has been almost deliriously obsessed by jungle-jazz. Some authorities tell you that jazz is a comparatively new creation, originated in Buenos Aires and New Orleans some 10 years ago. But for 100 per cent jazz, consider this old- _ time negro slave song: Old guinea niggah, wid a head full o’ knowledge, Redder go to free school dan any othah college; Little chunk ash cake, little piece fat, an’ De w'ite folks grudge ’im ef he git enough o’ dat, Old Jonah, lak er fool, got as stubborn as er mule, So de wha-ale made ‘im disappeah; Jonah swope ’is razor out, cut de whale in two, An’ he floated into shore on his ear. Before it is too late, some one should collect and publish for posterity the best of the negro folk-lore songs. And while we’re on the subject, the psychological condi- | tion of a nation is always reflected in the songs its people Sobering up from the war, we are getting | ,, away from a jungle state of mind, so jazz ig fading out of are singing. popularity. While the future may be sealed book, you can get ad- vance information on the “national drift” by watching the kind of music that comes to replace jazz. We may be in .for_another wave of religious revival. Watch the songs. They’ll tell you. YOUR RATING The world’s most perfect servant is claimed by the Pull- man Company. He’s David G. Scott, 77 years old. , Scott shad to retire from regular work in 1914, but he still has his uniform and goes to work when the sleepers run out of por- =ters and flash the emergency call. Scott served as a porter for nearly 45 years. During al! “that time he received 476 credit marks and not one demerit =or complaint. As in many other organizations, porters have “their rating, and kicks or boosts are registered on their =vrade cards. = This is a remarkable record. It is no easy thing to satisfy =all comers of one generation, let alone several generations. ‘Scott stayted as a porter in 1870. He was able to adapt him- =self to changing times. During his many years of service, ~he must have had to put up with thousands of cantankerous =jeople who were about as easy to handle as hot stovelids ipside down on the floor. ; ” 7 No matter how good we average, we are judged more by ur mistakes than by our good points. A cynical statement, sossibly, but true. There is something about the average —person, living in a high-strung nervous age ,that seems to _keep him constantly watching for something to object to. =; Good and courteous service, we take as a matter of course. - But let some person crack under the strain of handling the “public, and the immediate come-back is; “I’ll report you.” It rarely occurs to us to report good treatment. =‘ Man by nature is a critical destroyer, rather than a ¢on- structive upbuilder. , You know how the crowd reacts to a ballplayer when he makes a few slips ,regardless of his good tecord'on the aver- e. And, the better the player, the louder and more savage. the criticism for an error. r =} So it goes with all of us in our daily lives. One mistake “may be overlooked, but several mistakes bring the exit sign fipngerously close. ( =, Get slow or diseourteous service three or four times in a ore, and you decide that the store’s entire service is bad om beginning to end. . A painter doesn’t have to slip many times to fall off the der. ie greatest destroyers of careers are inaccuracy, ‘uhreliability and chronic unpleasantness or occasional out- peprsts of temper. : i In studying the causes of success, it is fatal to neglect the fudy of the causes of failure. — i SHAME Uncle Sam reports that over a million childten, 10 to 15 s old, were “gainfully employed” in 1919. If we had that in a year of’ record prosperity, think what condi- ons must be when the pinch of hard times or even normal siness hired the young. into the ranks of child labor, © A nation’s woor situation and by its treatment of women. i surface P THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE ntered at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., as Second Clase "Publishers Kresge Bldg. Fifth Ave. Bldg. The Associated Press is exciusively entitled to the use or, A church hmyn dealing with war is sweeping into popu- | vil War and now resurrected after a long And negro congregations are population that’s “fed up” on war, regardless of what Europe It reflscts *; tanks more humorous. Togress stuff, not basic, except as it helps EDITORIAL REVIEW Comments reproduced in_ thi 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, STENOGRAP. N WRITE L “RS WHO TERS ¢ Old-time theater-goers will re- call “Maggie, the Factory Girl,” thrilling melodrama of other days. Will a stirring drama be written around the life and rhievements of Nellie ,the stenog- apher, who so skillfully handles at the throttle of the typewriter? That she is a personage of worth | Pp und with experiences enough to make fihe dr ic color is the i view held by A. G les, an edi- | j tor and e of Ohio, who recently do the Nat x Teachers’ j federation in Chicago. He gives her credit for the courteous, cor- rectly spelled and well-phaged let- ters which bring checks for long joverdue accounts and smooths » down the ruffled feathers of cli- ents who write lette with teeth concerning nondelive or the condition in were recei He maintains that | many a boss has hundreds of thou- sands of dollars worth of business of an alert, stenographer — who nglish and the diplom- i drift his way becaus wide awake not have a opinion of | speaker did very complimentary the average business man as a cor- ondent. He asserted that his ability to express himself was lim- ited to the ability of his stenogr: pher to find out what he was, tr: ing to scratch out of his head by ssaging it, ruffling his hair and i the ends of his mus- ge busin man gn’t words enough to expr his | idets. It’s up to the stenographer,” | concluded Mr. Sk | Lately big business has realized {the need of something more in correspondence than a skeletonized letter. Enter Nellie, the capable stenographer. In numerous firms ‘the bulk of the correspondence is turned over to her and she is get- iting result. 1 written in correct English, nicely phrased, diplomatic, conciliatory and per- ; Suasive, as the case may require, jare valuable assets to any busi- | ness. But the competent, resource | ful and up-to-the-minute stenogr: | pher is sc e. There is a field for her.—St. Joseph News Press, THAT INFIDEL DOG The Italians are described | as vitally infferested in the at- | tempt to maintain foreign priv- | ileges in Turkey, because Italy ; desires to send part of her | overflow of population to Asia | Minor and have them subject | there, as far as possible, to s Italian law. from a Luasanne dispatch, Indeed, it fairly radi- This sheds light. jates light. Substitute the United States for Turkey and think it over. Would we relish a demand that me country, any country, all ; countries, be privileged to dump | their “overflow population” onto jthe United States and still keep them Italian, English, Greek Ger- man French subject not to our law but to the law and jurisdiction of jthe nations that dumped them; {supporting not our government, 4 but foreign governments? | You know the answer. | We demand of our immigrants ‘100 per cent Americanism.” We {demand that they conform, not jonly to our laws and bow before our policemen and our courts, but |that they dress as we do, eat ahd jdrink as we do, talk as we do, hink we do, work as we do, live as we do. Else they are undesir- |able citizens, who had better get jto hell out of here back to where they came from, But at Lausanne the American | “observer” is supporting the Allied governments in insisting that Europeans and Americans emi-| jsrating to Turkey, or dumped up- jon Turkey, or making money in Turkey to ip back home, shall be subject, “as far as possible not to Turkish law but to the laws | ;of their homelands, | Turkey, you see, is different. The Turk is a dog of an infidel. | He indulges in killings and massa- | {eres almost as bad ag those at) | Herrin and Mer Rouge. He has n> | (rights that any Christian nation feels itself called on to respect.— | | Omaha World Herald. pea | THE VANISHING WEST | : i Governor Walton of Oklahoma | ‘did a sadder and more significant | thing than he realized when he in- | | Vited the state to his inauguration, | ‘promising to feed and entertain it. The state arrived. It came witi{ a pretense to traditional western} manners and dress, to be received - in the traditional western way. |Indians entered the capital in ‘their. native dress, cowboys pre- ; tended to shoot up the town, fid-/ jdlers emerged and scraped their | way through old-fashioned dances, the cooks roasted their meat cver coal in trenches. But all this was unusual even in Oklahoma. and served to emphasize the passing of | the west of the nineteenth century , and the réality of the west of to- jday. i | For even in Oklahoma rodeos are | | growing fewer and fewer and oil There are | Indians in the state, but they came | \into Oklahoma City in high-power- ; |ed automobiles—prosperous oil or | cattle men or farmers. ‘There ase more graphophones and victrolas ; than fiddles, more motor cars than covered wagons, and buggies and surreys in) Oklajioma today. Bar- becues. ard getting rare, and the ‘|men who manage them are conscl- degree of civilization is measured by its child | dus of performing an unusuaf an‘ difficult stunt, not of dispensing hospitality in the. most natural fashion’ they know.—New York. le rane | story. \and I met—in the courtroom. You | once did me the very high honor to \ | oer BX GO? a (Continued From Our Last Issue) CHAPTER XIII " Old Judge Mason, accustomed to seeing Barry in’ times of — stress, ed his best to be jovial. “Well, boy, what is it this time?” Houston came directly nt. Machinery. I've got to have a good, smooth-working plant—otha erwise I won't be able to live up to specifications.” “You're not smiled qu your dearl. and the old law: zically, “going to. favor beloved friend with the “The et attorney?” “That was, Plutocrat now. He calle into his father’s money and bought the East Coast Machinery Company. He's president,” again the smile, “and I know he’d be glad to have your order.” . Houston continued the sarcasm. “I'd be overjoyed to give it to him, In fact, 1 think I'd refuse to buy any machinery if I couldh’t get it from such a dear friend as Wash- ington was, It wasn’t his fault that I wasn’t sent to the penitentiary.” “No, that’s right, boy.” Old Law- yer Mason was quietly reminiscent. “He tried his best. It seemed to me in those days he was more of 9 per- secutor than prosecutor.” " “Let's forget it.” Houston laugh- {ed uneasi “A persecutor oe You've en me an idea, Judge. I'm going to New York.” And the next morning, Barry Houston was in New York, swirling along Seventh Avenue toward Beli- strand Hospital. There he sourht the executive offices and told his Five minutes later he was looking sat ‘the books of the insti tion, searching, searching—at last to stifle a ery of excitement and bend closer to a closely written page. “August second,” he read. “Kil- bane Worthington, district attorney, Boston, Mass. Acc by Drs. Horton, Mayer and Brensteam. — Investigu- tions into effect of blows on~ skull. Eight cadavers.” With fingers .that were almost frenzied, Houston copied the nota- ticn, closed the book, and hurried again for a taxicab, It yet was only nine o'clock. If the traffic were not too thick, if, the driver were skill- ful— He raced through ,the gate at Grand Central just as it was closing. It was night when he reached Bos- ton, but Houston did not hesitate. A glance at a telephone book, another rocking ride in a txicab, and Barry stcod on the veranda of a large house, avfaiting the answer to his ring at the bell. Finally it came. “Mr, Worthington,” he demanded. Kilbane Worthington was seated at the large table, much in the man- ner which he had affected in court. “Well,” he asked’: somewhat brusquely, “may I inquire—” “My name is Barry Houston, soit of the late William K. Houston. You accuse me of murder and then tried your level best to send me to the | penitentiary for life when you knew absolutely and thoroughly, that f | was an inhocent man!” CHAPTER XIV The former district attorney start- ed slightly. Then, coming still closer, he peered into the tense, angry feat- ures of Barry Houston. “A bit melodramatic, aren't you?” he asked in a sneering tone, “Perhaps so. But then murder is| always melodramatic. , “Thepoint is: thing; am. thinking of suing the city of Boston for a mil- THE FIRST TOU lion dollars.” something money. I'm here to try to give you money “You're talking blackmail!” “1 beg your pardon. Blackmail is | by wh or at up for conscience,” “If you'll come to the po.rt.” Worthington, I “Mr. vineing evidence was knew it at the beginning of the trial. But that in spite of this knowledge, you continued to per: tice, I don’t say prosecute—to per- secute me in a hope of gaining convic befere the’ vote Dr. Horton, Dr. steam, all phy: reputation. thington, to, know why make use of them in the trial?” “Why—” The former district at- torney suddenly changed the subject. “You spoke of a suit you might bring innocent. } ion, simpl. AN aera ich on least the promise of and at the same time allow you to ,make should weigh rather hea somet that Further, cu that yor mendati: district attorney ng ou t er and when you came in here?” Houston waited then went on. file” money “But personally, I don't want to I don’t want any- I don’t want any the that way. suit. bribes, or exculp: ments ‘from you that you know me for ations, have you d point to me : of the highest I would like, e extorts hing that y on your cou- knew [ that you te me—no- a u might go on of he names: 1, Dr, Bren- Mr. Wor- ou did not a moment, to be innocent. You owe thing. And I’m here tonight to ask you for it.” “T thought want any bri “I don't. your margin of pr chinery company ? “I suppose it runs around twelve per cent.” “Then will you please allow me to give you twelve thousand dollars in profits? I'm in the lumber business. I have a contract that runs into the millions; surely that is good enough security to a man”—he couldn't resist the temptation—‘who knows my absolute innocence, It isn’t good enough for the bankers, who still believe me guilty, so I've come me some- you said you didn't May I ask you wha ‘ofit is at your ma- installments. I guarantce to give every cent above my current running expenses until the bill is di All I want is to have you do wi you would do to any reputable busi- that machinery. Come on it, and we'll forget the rest. Stay out—and J fight!” For a long'moment, Kilbane Wor- he looked up. “All right.” CHAPTER XV It was a grinning Ba: ‘y Houston a ing Ba'tiste, it almost byeathles: “Ah, oui! oui, oui, you are the wizard!” idea. “But, now, Ba’teese have eet! He shall go to Medaine! He shall tell of Boston—-that he will tell her- or = state- EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO Za At THAT, wie You tf ' - SCE, GVEIUSTT, Yoy HAVEN'T Got 4A VERY G6OD HAND, THAT DEPENDS ON WHICH HAND You meant! eee CH OF SPRING | Aw direct to you. I need one hundred thousand dollars worth of lumber- mill machinery. I can pay for it--in disposed of. ness man who came to you’ with a contract running into the millions of dollars—to give me credit for in with me thing paced the floor. Then, at last, who leaped from the train at Tab-| ernacle a week later and ran open- d through the snow toward the “You got my telegram?” He asked | ui! Sacre, and A moment he surged with another her to write to the district attorney “It was part of my agreement, Ba’- ; tiste, that he be forced to make no ’ s WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 1923 . ; | statements regarding my innocence, | Slowly Batiste nodded and slapped | the reins on the back of the horse. | “Ba'teesp will not see Medaine, came at last, and they went on. Again the waiting game. | A month went by, to bring with it | the bill of lading which told that the machinery was at last on its way. | March, and a few warm days,| "| | | which melted the snows only that! they might crust again. Back and_ forth traveled the bobsled to Taber-} nacle, only to meet with disappoint- | ment. | “I've wired the agent at Denver| three times about that stuff,” said! the Tabernacle telegrapher aad} general supervisor of freight. “He's! told me that he'd let me know asj soon as it got in.” *. i A week more, and winter had re-| turned for a last fling. | They tried the bobsled, Ba’tiste | and Houston, only to give it up. The! horses floundered and plowed about! in vainsefforts at locomotion, at to plunge in the tefror of a bottom- less road, i “Eet is no use,” came finally. “The | horse, he can not pull. We must make the trip on the snowshoe.” | they turned back for the bunk! house, to emerge a few moments! ‘later—bent, padded forms, fighting clumsily against the sweep of the| storm. Ghosts. they became almost | immediately, snow-covered — things that hardly could be discerned a few feet away, one hand of each holding | tight to the stout cord which led | | from waist-belt to waist-belt, their! only insurance against being parted feo exch other in the blinding swirl of winter, Ihe teatures of the agent, if tha any news to you,” came with a wor ried laugh. | “It “left Denver this, morning behind Number Eight, Right isn't past Tollifer yet. i Not past Tollifer?” Houston started anxiously. “Why, it should] be at the top of the range by now. “Good reason. They're getting the snow worse than here. Denver re-| ported ten inches at eleven o'clock —| and it’s fifteen miles from. the| range | He rattled and banged at the key! | for a long moment, cursing softly. | Only the dead “cluck” of a grounded | | line answered him. | | Things are going to get bad in| ; this country if this keeps up,” came Jat last. “There ain't any too great | a stock of food.” ' At last the wire opened again, and the operator went once more to his | desk. He bent over the key. His face} went white—tense. | “God!” ' es at's wrong?’ The two men Were close beside him now. “Number one-eleven’s kicked over the hill. They've ring Denver, from Crestline. The second plow’s up there in the snowshed with the | crew. One of ‘em’? dead. The} other's—wait a minute, I have to! | piece it together.” i | Avsilence, except for the rattling | of the key, broken, jagged, a cl ; tering voice of the distance, faint in| the roar and whine of the storm, ti | Penetrating as it carried the news| of a far-away world—a world where | the three waiting men knew that all} had turned to a white hell of wintry | (fury. \ (Continued in Our Next Issue) | | i H | U. S. Representative From Washing-{ ton, Third District. It was during a hot fight in Con- gress over certain western land laws. The western congressmen had | formed what now we'd call a “bloc” |and were making a tremendous to-do! | in their effort to get these laws moa. ified more to their liking. Joe Cannon, inthe course of the debate, rose and said: “I've heard of lot of sound and | fury in my time, but the most im- pressive sound in my experience is | the sound of a little bunch of west-| | ern congressmen making a noise like ja majority. ARCADY By Berton Bratey There's many a road to Arcady, | For it isn’t: a realm defined | By sharp and accurate boundary, | It's a state of the heart and mind; And the path to my Arcady seems strange, Except waen you understand | The varied foutes that a man may range 2 | To get to that joyous land. I start on my trip to Arcady | | In a closely packed subway train, Instead of sauntering blithe and free | The turf of a fairy lane; | Then I walk ten Blocks through fhe noisy street, A cluttered-up: thoroughfare, But I know at the end of my walk T'll greet My Arcady waiting there. <”° | 1 climb four flights and I take my R ; ey And—there is my pleasant noe $ |, With riches of joy in storp; f \'A place with happiness glorified, For I might have told you that I find my Arcady inside The walls of a city flat. |. A THOUGHT - | o—_-_—________.__s But go ye and learn what that meanth, I will haye.mercy, and not sacrifices; for I am ‘not come. to call the righteous, but sinners to re- pentance.—Mat, 9:13. eR Sins may be forgiven through re- ventance. but no act of wit will ever | justify ‘them.—Sherlock. V4 | tieont * This The influenza germ has been dis- covered and will be isolated, 1 brought it all on myself. Just to show you how ignorant Japanese girls are, 3000 Japanese men in Korea can’t find wives. Women jurors in Pittsburg want a smoking room. We thought all in Pittsburg were smokingt There has been an earthquake in Alaska, which undoubtedly was | caused ‘by some seal hunter's lies. The bulb business is said to be good. A bulb is what you plant and wonder waat you have planted. They do funny things with radio. Some people even make money. A dog in Washington smokes cigarets. Retter watch him or he will learn to shoot pool. Oldest national bank in the U burned, but being in. practice thi saved all the money, Kink Tutankhamen has been gone 3400 years, so it can’t make much difference how you pronéunce his name. Peoria, (II) woman is suing her maid for stealing her husband. pistes 8 Those girls will take anything you leave around the house. We have auto schools. Why pedestrian schools? not The flaxseed crop was short last season. Be very careful about get- ting things im your eyes. An American will try to win the world'#: snooker billiards champion- ship, whatever that is, Bandits are holding up street cars in Indianapolis, but that isn't waat makes them late here. Our kick against sleeping is tit takes one so long to do it. A congressman wants to nrotect oysters, which alwavs have been re- about speaking for them- selves. The main trouble with tae youne People of today is they are the young péople of tonight. Well-formed rirls get hefore tae public eye much more often than the well-informed girls. A man gets soaked by the bootleg- fer and gets soaked on the booze nd still the judge soaks him. The sad thing about havine a wits is she always wants ‘rer husband to quit being so foolish. + is the valentine that Jack ae DVENTURE OF THE TWINS \By Olive Barton Roberts Frost sent to Scarecrow. Only he didn’t write it and drop it into the hickory tree postoffice like other people. No, sir, he wrote it in the snow with a big stick right under Scare- crow’s very own straw nose. Mr. Stridealong Longstride saw it on his way to deliver a parcel post package, and when he came back he told Nancy and Nick and Mr. Stamy. about it, so they all rushed out to see, Sure ‘enough! There were the mor- tifying words right in the snow. This is what they said: “S is for straw with which you are stuffed, C is for coat that is ragged and scuffed, A is for arms that flap this way and that, ious ee R is for rags that would frighten the «at, E is for empty, the way that you look, C is for clothes from the farmer . you took, R is for ribs that were made fron. a.groom, © is for off—in your head there is room. W is for witch which is just what you look like!” “Oh, the horrid old thing!” cried Nancy. “Don't you believe him, you poor old dear, you don't look like a witch at all!” “Oh, don’t I!” said Scarecrow in a relieved voice. “I’m very glad, I'm afraid I'm sensitive, my feelings are so easily pore But I really must look a bit sedy, being here since last spring. But never mind. Spring will be here again soon and I'll get some new clothes and some new straw and a new gun 'n’ everything, And—oh, look there! Look at -what Nick’s writing. He's writing some- thing in the snow with a stick right beside my valentine.” Everyb Nick had Written to Jack Frost: “J is for jealous as well as for Jack, n A is for Arctie—you back, " is for climate—you can’t stay here: long, for kicking—your usual song. sson must go F is for freeizng, it soon will be over. R is for roses and (daisies and clover, ~ © is for orchard, 'twill soon be in bloom, . ‘ { 8 is for snow which will all be gone soon, > T is \for turn which everybody must take, and it will soon ba yours to go back to Blus- ter Gust Land where you be- long.” ‘ 4 (To Be Continued.) Copyright, 1923, NEA Service.) ly looked and thif is what - ‘ 4 H