The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, May 11, 1923, Page 4

PAGE FOUR — . THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE VA THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE Entered at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., as Second Class Matter. \ BISMARCK TRIBUNE CO. - - - Publishers Foreign Representatives G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY CHICAGO - - : - - DETROIT Marquette Bldg. PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH NEW YORK - - Fifth Ave. Bldg. MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use or Kresge Bldg. 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 Mlinois woman has 12 husbands. — -—— | Pennsylvania man has 22 wives. We | SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN ADVANCE FREE We Geel Ue NOAIERRU UG Daily by carrier, per year..........0.0s0j008 + ee 0$7.20) marrying cach other. Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck) a6 beeee aco. a= | Daily by mail, per year (in state outside Bismarck) .... 5.00) Pr Abbot, aeteon a ee ca) ue Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota. Pes ee L Macane ba Ee 6.00 THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER _ (Established 1873) | Do you ever vet up in the morning ‘out of the wrong side of bed’? and tind everything goes the Buttons come off. Shoelaces break. Breakfast toast is scorched, The street car is late and packed to the doors when it does | come, so there's no seat for As the day afoot to make vou irritable, wits in the world manage to The jinx follows. Fingers are clumsy, refuse to obey vour | brain readily, and you break things from dishes to pencil leads. The mailman apparently has joined the conspiracy Ih i} s the kind of letters—disappointments, bills. | | | during wrong you. it that there’s a All the tranee walker tin your way. progresses, seems conspiracy and half. | wrong erything is out of sorts. Like the Trish soldier, vou decide | “everybody's out of step but me.” Most of us have enough of the! superstitious inkling in our brains to make us believe that bad Inck is shadowing us on the duys when everythin: U The simple truth is, our nerves to something we ate the day befor being too low or too high. Life at such times seems more ageravating than usual. But the trouble is in ourselves, not in life or the people we encoun ter, They average about the same, day in and day out. Mor instane We saw a man rush into an office building. As he went through the revolving door, he decided that the party in front of him was a slow-moving moron, so he swung the door viciously in an obvious attempt to knock down the oes Wrong. re on edge, probably due , or to our blood pressure Stranger in his path. Nerves. Meeting the same stran under similar circumstances next the man (if feeling normal) probably would trail the stranger placidly threug the door and maybe pause to borrow a mateh and exchenge the time of day and home brew recipes. There is nothing quite as cranky as a drunkard or other ddpe tiend vr ring from a debauch, with nerves on edge a hangover, All of us at times feel the same way, without any preliminary debaueh. We have simply lost control of our nerve force. The pipes are leaking, eager to explode. E What we do about it? Well, for one thing, we ean keep ourselves under control by a determination to maintain a placid and easy-going state of mind. Ruination of the whole day dates from the first yielding to anger when the button comes off as we start to dress. The more we yield, the more we allow ourselves to become irritated, the higher the pressure mounts in our internal mechanism, A good motto, when nerves are on edee, is: nothing nor nobody is worth getting mad at. from now, what difference will it make “Oh, well, A hundred years GOOD EATIN’ Something new to eat is invented in France and served at the Hundred Club, a famous organization of gourmets. Tony Girod, chef at the Cafe de Paris, originated this new mouth- waterer which has a name as long as a yardstick. Tony served his latest creation at a banquet given to th mayor of Dijon on the eve of that official's departute for Canada to preach the merits of Burgundy wines. (‘Thirsty Americans will wonder why a missionary is needed.) Now, ladies, if you want to surprise pa Sunday with Tony Girod’s latest delicacy, here’s all vou have to do: “Bake in the oven large peeled potatoes weighing at least a. pound apiece, Cut them open in a snuff-box shape and hollow out the pulp till they are almost shell-like. hand, prepare a fine Bechamel sauee with two soupspoonfuls of finely grated narmesan cheese and half a pound of butter. Whip these into a cream away from the fire and add some mushroom sauce. : “Pour this cream into each potato and then add two deli- eately rolled fillets of sole poached in white wine, a scallop cut in pieces, some shrimps, and some browned moril mushrooms. Cover with cream and then pass through a hot oven (the food, not yourself), Serve each potato with a shelled lobster’s claw and a thinly sliced truffle on top.’” Well, if that’s too complicated, give pa roast chicken. And athe best stuffing for a roast chicken, according to Mme. Yvon, the queen of French cooks, is made by this recipe: = “Season with black pepper, sage and basil savory and sweet marjoram mint, wild thyme and parsley. Soak the stuffing in port wine and truffles for 48 hours. Spread over the chicken a gravy produced by simmering the careasses of the birds in a fine veal. consomme, to which has been added port wine and Armagnac. If you want to convert this into a hot- “pie, use a-thin top crust and roof it with port wine jelly.” The gourmets of the Hundred Club are still smacking their lips. 4 2 O shucks! What’s the use his nose at the unfamillar mes shave plain: chicken or a roast of beef—or even ham and eggs. Pa usually is thoughtless, rarely occurs to him to praise sand flatter the meals that ma has slaved to produce in the sweltering hot kitchen. Of course, he shows his appreciation Dy overeating, and tolerant ma is content with that, though ‘down in her heart is an empty spot that can be filled only by spoken praise. Afterthough Pa might raise the roof if he knew that so ‘much good wine had been ‘‘wasted’’ in. cooking Tony’s and Yvon ’s choice delicacies. t Pa probably would turn up TRAGEDY Alone in the world, having buried her ‘husband and the last | #of her 10 children, is the sad fate of Mrs, Alice Johns, Lakewood, With great pride she saw her children grow up. One be- ie the baseball player, Dave Johns. Now they’re gone, all them} and the widowed mother faces the future in loneliness, If you think you esake eo: see 4 ee 2 Ra ae * COTES | hy? | On the other | and grumble that he’d rather | have sorrow and trouble, remember Mrs. this world court ide to be that it isn't Lodge-ical. scems, Auto captured in Florida was de siyned for ruin running, and said to be about 40 white mule power, gagged in Atlantic ed by robbers instead ands. Three City were gag: of by their hu women s skated 40 so Louis is Louis Harmon of Te | hours without stopping a pretty good skate. Abbot just has a new straw conven- both part Frisco is not | Frisco wants tions in 1 {afraid of NERVE EXPLOSIONS | earthquakes. derewski, the p 000 this season, and a ound, did was play a lion d if has Seattle society woman for a pe nd we just wond ‘ hubby out every night. The children may enjoy learnin an ansville (Ind.) teacher was a ted for whipping a hoy. After cops were being pickled, 12 New York anned. nds of husbands today owe the fact that women hut: Thous: their lives to shoot with both Judge an auté*by its hood-and | you may be hoodwinked. | “ F uses pressed straw bricks, and Frenchn living in straw houses should not keep cows. | | Sugar is high enough for this to j be canning season. Honolulu has the world’s most | efficient phone system, which need not be so darn efficient. | S nae There are more ducks in China ADVENTURE OF |__THE TWINS | By Olive Barton Roberts The Twins stood looking at the lit- tle fairy with eyes that nearly pop- ped out of their heads. He had appeared jmowhere at the edge of the | while they were looking down into : | suddenly from fore: | hollow. stump, | “It's the noses that ha sooty smudges e gi [to come to Ragsy Land,” he on your en you the right aid. | of our houses and the ground you are standing on is the roof. Ragsy Land is under the ground, same as, Brownieland. | unk you for telling us about thing,” said Nancy _ politely. ‘Are you a Ragsy Lander?” “Well, ['should so!” answered the fa “Can't you tell by | clothes ged things. | down into Rag: | of my friends | Mister Tatter : | “Oh, yes indeed,” answered Nic |“But I have a letter to post first. | Naney, you t here and I'l] be | back in two minutes.” Would you like to go My name is Tatters, Away he went to the hickory-tree | ave his letter to Mr. | postoffice and Stamps, the little fairy postman, | While they were waiting, Nancy started to wipe the smudge off her nose with her hanky. , | “No, don’t!” cried Tatters quickly, | “If you do, you cannot go to Rag: Land. Only people who have smudges | of magie soot are allowed in. What- ‘ever you do, won’t wipe the smudge | off.” | “All right!” answered Nancy. tell Nick.” dust then Nick returned. “Now we're all ready to go,” said Tatters. “Just come to the edge of this moss roof and we'll climb down this thick ereeper vine. I'll go first j and you follow.” | Soon they all stood ona queer lit- | tle street of a queer little town. } “Welcome to Ragsy Town in Ragsy Land,” said Tatters. “I'll see where my friends are.” (To Be Continued.) “ry i The Lord rewardeth me according to my -righteousness; , according to the cleanness of my hands hath he recompensed. me.—II Sam. 22:21. God be thanked that there are some in the world to whose hearts the barnacles will not. cling--J. G. Holland, | ator Lodge’s argument against “That stump is the-ehimney of one | ny | All Ragsies weur, old rag-, sy Land and meet some | (Copyright, 1928, NEA Service, Inc.) | [4 THOUGHT if | | Dee worry LD MAN, 1 Just Want To Be ON HAND IN CASE THERE IS A SuRPLUS OF EGGS. a Mother old and gray, TO HER MOTHER, MRS, JOSEPH HAMILTON. I expect you find me a voluminous But 1 | than in all the rest of the world, but ; correspondent, mother dear | not more smart ducks. Fam in such great trouble, and to | | whom should a daughter go if not to | Farming is a great life, but a bum | her mother at such a time? | occupation. Of course you know that both Jack | = jand I had always agreed we would | 1 grants divorces for 20! have fp have a no. Jack said one | , many not being worth it. (of thé things he fell in love with pate ‘was my music. So. that first’ day It is easier to collect a crowd than | when [ spent the thousand dollars, \ to collect from a crowd. | when I was passing the best music ens |store in town I thought I would } Good times are bad times to loaf, stop in and just look around. pu | 1 saw the loveliest baby grand | ‘The big things in life are the small | piano you ever saw. It was only | things. | two thousand dollars, I just couldn't i gevetiette [resist it, The man said that 1 Time flies. It’s fly time. ‘needn't pay but 10 per cent down a [and a hundred dollars a month until it was paid for. I thought, however, it was much y for: it all once and get it over with — he gave me 5 per eent off for cash Besides, one of the last things he told me was not to go heavily in | debt. I don’t think I ever was so happy in my life as I was when I got home that night, but wh@ I sat down to balance up my check book and found that I had spent three thousand dollars and hardly had anything yet for the apartment, I was just sick, To cap the climax | was late for dinner and Jack had been so busy that he had not had any luncheon, MANDAN NEWS | Four members of the Mandan hi school domestic science ses, Alice Hanson, Kathleen Warren, Katherine Stevens and Bathilda Hess left yes- terday for Fargo, where they will take part in the 16th annual inter- | high school May Festival which takes place at the North Dakota agricul tural college Friday and Saturday. Miss Hess in addition to taking part in the domestic science feature will be entered in the classic dance event. Miss Mary Murphy, economie instrue- tor, accompanied the girls. more business-like to. p: at { Judge H. L, Berry in district court | yesterday took under advisement the ‘testimony presented in the injunction | action brought by Sander Hendri son and others to restrain the county j board’ of commissioners from build- ing a bridge across the Heart river in Section 25, Towaship 188, west of the city. Mr. and Mrs. A. J. Berdahl, who have been spending the winter with | their son and daughter-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Berdahl of Dunn Cen- ter, have returned .for the summer. Mr. and Mrs. F. M, Foster have re- turned from a week’s visit in the Twin Cities. Mrs. Foster was for- merly Miss Alfreda Farr. | Mrs. David Withnell of Jamestown, | is expected to arrive hefe within a | few days to join Mr. Withnell and {to reside here. | RELIEVED WHOOPING COUGH “My little child had Whooping | Cough,” writes James Noll, Conners- | ville, Indiana, “and Foley’s Honey and Tar gave her relief. If my children contract a cough or cold I give them Foley’s Honey and Tar and always | wet good results.” For quick relief | | Chest and Bronchial trouble use use Foley’s Honey and Tar, the larg- est selling cough medicine in the World. No opiates, Refuse substi- tutes, Mf bra. newhere far, far away— Who is longing, waiting for you, So why not write to her today? He was like lion when I arrived. Mother dear, I know now why you aly particular to have a raging There's a mother old and gray, Who loves to hear her loved one Ss sO dad’s meals on time. say— 1 told Jack that I had an aa “111 always be the same to you dear acon my business just as he had] yother ni Even though beauty leaves you day “Huh,” he grunted, “I could take | “yO qaunn enim ayes svouselay four thousand ‘dollars and — bu ake enough things to furnish this hotel.” | “Pll always Jove you true, my Mother, up and left the table for I] Though days may darken, sunshine if 1 stayed 1 would burst into fade, Se Because you brought sunshine into ack was lovely wher he came} my life, > back. (The anima! had been fed and] And crushed the thorns of bitter so was ood natured.) He told me he knew he was a Iky brute and I told him I was a silly little thing who had never paid much attention to time as before I had never had to consider that some one was waiting meals for me. After this we If 'y nice even- ing, although Jack steadily refused to listen to one word about the house. One thing we made up our minds ut. We solemnly promised cach other that whatever little differences we had during the day we would never go to sleep without kissing cach other good night. It was all right again but, mother, even for a grand piano I don’t want to keep quarreling the least little bit with Jack As usual, I must close this letter before I have said half I want to for Jack is coming and I don’t want him to read it. Lovingly, LESLIE, | strife.” “Oh, I love you, my dearest Mother, You, who taught me how to live and learn, How to be helpful, how to live true, That is why I'll love you all life through.” There’s a Mother old and gray, Who needs you always, who needs you now— Time had brought deep furrows to her brow, {But her silver hea never bow. , in grief must There’s a Mother old and gray, Who longingly waits with open arms For the wandering boy or:the wan- dering girl, Who returns to her upon this day. ‘The voices must blend, the bells must ring, With the old, old hymn of yore— Telling. the sweats story: of -love so true, es Great Wall of Chi to be dis: | Singing, “Sweetest flowers will always mantled and its b and stone |’ bloom for you.” used for building purposes. “OUR MOTHERS.” | EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO | XVE MADE SEVERAL ATTEMPTS TO PASS THIS COON, BUT HS RAMBLES ALC OVER CTHE BSiDE WALK § =: (= Hees! HoLP sTiICL A BIT ! DRUNK OR SicK zg | from Coughs, Colds, Croup, Throat, | cL, TOUVS CoT Too Mued PLAY In Kove, SERING FEAR | | CHAPTER T jovernor’s Suite ce at the Ajax is of a befitting the new the | and the most expensi | hotel in Da! While the ard of excellence is uniformly high, | nevertheless some extra cost usual- ly attaches to a breakfast ordered from the Governoz’s suite—most ele- gant and most expensive of all the uitcs—hence the waiter checked ; over his card and made a final, flut- tering examination to be sure that | the chilled fruit was chilled and the hot plates were hot before he on the door. A voice, loud bade him enter. na-clad guest cast a y cye over the contents of the rabber-tired — break table. He too, tested the temperature of the melon and felt the cover of the toast plate, plendid rapped ” he cried. mpt service, a iter. Why I ‘ter in my best club. Thanks to my first im on of Dalla wholly delightful.” He seated him- self in a padded boudoir chair, un- folded snowy servette and at- tacked his breakfast with the en- thusiasm of a perfectly healthy ani- mal, rooms, nt-faced are bet- a COPYRIGHT 1922 By REX BEACH ‘PRINTED BY ARRANOEMENT WITH METROPOLITAN MEWIPAPER SERVICE, NIW YOUR ind put in a call for it. newspaper, When it came through he asked for the city editor. He closed the sound-proof door before voicing his message, then he began. = “City editor? Well, I'm from Khe Ajax Hotel, and I nave a tip for you I'm one of the room clerks. Listen! Calvin Gray, is registered here—got in last night, on gum shoes. Gray! Calvin Gray! Better reporter around snd get You don't? know him. He's trotter, soldier of fortune, fin He’s becn everywhere shoot st ne gr clever talk. But he story enough to make him won't loosen easily. Oil, T sup- pose, but— . sure! Under cov- er Mystery stuff! Ancther dicate probably Oh, that’s « right. I'm an old newspaper man yself, Don’t mention it.” Into the largest and newest ‘of Dallas buildings Gray went, a white tile and stone skyscrapper, the en tire lower floor of which was dev ed to an impressive banking He sent h ard in to the president, and spent per! ten minutes w that gentleman. He had called mere- ly to get acquainted, so he explain- ed. “Is this your first visit here, sir?”| Before he left the bank Gray had “Absolutely. Dallus is as foreign] met the other cflicers, from , to me as Lhasa, It is the Bagdad of] their manner he suw th had my dreams and its” streets are{ created a decided imp j Strange. Perhaps they are full of] them. The bank president adventure for me. I hope so. An (thing exciting can happen in a to |where one has neither friends quaintanees, eh?” I ask if you are in oil, sir? “In oil? Bless me, what a nause- le y drop a hint, like j about their stocks, and I've done jwell—in a small way, of course. It doesn't cost them anything and— {some of them are very kind. You'd | really be surpri | “Oh, not at all> he occupant of the Governor's suite leaned back in his chair and smiled widely matter of fact, I am flattered, for it endowed t and is evident that you are with the money-making instine that you unerringly others. Very well, I shall see what can do for you. But while we are jon the subject of tips, would you mind helping yourself to a dollar out of my trousers pocket?” The waiter proceeded to do as di- rected but a moment later an- nounced, apologetically: “Here's all {1 find, sir. It’s mostly penni He exposed a handful of small coins. \. “Look in my coat, if you will.” But the second search resulted as had the first. “Strange!” mur- mured the guest, without rising. “I | must have been robbed. I remem- ber now, a fellow crowded me as I | left my train. Um-m! Robbed—at the very gates of Bagdad! Dallas is a City of Adventure. Please add} your tip to the check, and—make it two dollars. I'd like to have you serve me every morning, for I cannot abide an acid face at breakfast. It sours my whole day.” Calvin Gray finished his break- fast, smoked a cigaret as he scan- ned the morning paper, then he dressed himself with meticulous care. Some men possess an_ effortless knack of commanding attention and inspiring coyrtesy. Calvin .,Gray was one of these. Before many mo- ments, he was i the manager's office, explaining, sauvely, “Now that I have introduced myself, I wish to thank you for taking care of me upon such short notice.” “It was the only space we had, If you wish, I'll ve your rooms changed ag soon as—” “Have you something better?” Haviland, the manager, laughed and shook his head. “Scarcely! That suite is our pet and our pride. There’s nothing ¢o beat it in the whole Southwest. “It is very nice. the rate?” “Twenty-five dotlars a day.” “Quite reasonable.” Mr. beamed his satisfaction. “It is the only suite we have left. We've put beds in the parlors of the others, and frequently we have to double up our guests. This oil ex- citement is a blessing to us poor innkeepers. I presume it’s oil that brings you here?” Gray met the speaker's interroga- tory gaze with a negative shake of the head and a smile peculiarly non- committal. “No,” he declared. I’m not in the oil buness and I hfe no money to invest in it. On the con- trary, I am a penniless adventurer whom chance alone has cast upon your hospitable grand _ staircase.” These words were spoken with a suggestion of muck modesty that had precisely the effect of a deliber- ate wink, and Yr. Haviland smiled and nodded his cumpfete, compre- | hension, ‘ + “I get you,” said he. “And you're right. | The lease hounds would devi) you to death if you gave them a chance: Now then, if there’s any way in which I can be of service—” “There is.” Gray’s tone was at once businesslike. “Please give me the names of your ieading bankers. I mean the stronyest and the most —well, discreet.” During the next few minutes Gray received and swiftly tabulated in his mind a.deal of inside information usually denied to the average stranger. Gray appeared to know exactly what he wanted to do, for he stopped at the telephone Looths, inquired thé number of the ading _ afternoon May I inquire Gray h him to the marble rail- id: walked w ing, then s “I'd like to have wait and meet my son, rrcutenant Roswell. He’s just back from overseas, and ~-the bey served with me dis i ating question—at this hour of the| tion. A father’s pride, you un ; 7 day. stand? | POET’S CORNER | “Most everybody here is in oil. as Lieutenant — Roswell in o | We turn dozens av every day, Gray inquired, quickly. “There's a Mother Old and Gray. we're that full. It’s the boom. I'm He'll be in at any min- (By Lena D. Sheptenko, in honor of | in oil myself—in a small way, of | ute.” “Mother's Day,” Sunday, May 13, | course. It’s like this: sometimes| A shadow of regret crossed the | gentlemen like—well, like you, sir—T] caller's face. “I'm sorry, but p've mayor, und unit was 1 on the Wha arranged to ea I've no time to lose. son with?” Ninety ghth Field Artil- shadow fled. Mr. 6 vexed at the necessity for h he would look forward to the young hero later. 's fingures hange in mee d to the rs pocket and he turned longi es back to- ward the bank inte: Without doubt it was a temptation, especial- ly inasmuch as at that moment his well manicured right hand held its grasp every cent that he | sessed. CHAPTER IT Gray Meets a Friend The representative of the Dallas Post had anticipated some ¢ificulty vin ~but el might in interviewing the Gray—whoever he be luck appeared to be with him, for shortly after his rival at the hotel the object of his quest appearcl. Mr. 1G w: annoyed at being discovered he was, in fact, loath to acknowledge his identity. Usual- ly Mr. Gray's secretary saw int viewers. However, now that his identity was known, he had not the heart to be discourteous to a fellow journalist. Yes! He had once own- ed a newspaper—in Alaska. In- cidentally, it was the farthest-ndrth publication in the world. Alaska was a hard country, quite so, but nothing like Mexico during the revolution. Mexican sugar ant mahogany, it trangpired, had occu- pied Mr. Gray’s attention, for a time, as had Argentine cattle. Yuegsin hennequin, and an engineering | en- terprise in Bolivia, not to mention other investments closer to home. Once the speaker had become reconciled to the distasteful nee sity of talking about himself, he suggested an adjournment to his rooms, where he would perhaps suf- fer less embarraasnient by reason of his unavoidable use of the personal pronoun, Gray noted the effect upon his visitor of the Governor’s suite and soon had the yo man at ease, with a Corona between his tects Then followed a full three-quarters of an hour, during which the visitor discoursed in his very best style and his caller sat speilbound. Gray called at several other banks that morning. He strode in swiftly, introduced himself with quick in- cisiveness, and tarried only long, enough to fix -himself indelibly in the minds of those he had come to see, then he left. On the street, his long legs covered the ground at something less than a run, his eyes were keenly alert, his face set in purposeful lines, Pedestrians turn- ed to look after him. iH At the mayor's office he was i ned admission to the chief execu- tive, but insisted so peremptorily as to gain his end. The.call ended by the two men lunching together at the City Club, as Gray had assumed it would, and he took pains that igi bankers upon whom he had called earlier in the morning should see him in company with the mayor. (Continued in Our Next Issue) HOG FASTS 72 DAYS Halliday, N. D. May 11—¥Fred Webers, farmer near here, has new record for marathon fasting. A. bop on his farm dug himself into a straw stack during the blizzard of Feb. 4 weighing ‘in at about 170 pounds. Recently Webers pitching straw on to a rack struck the hog with his pitehfork. He thought the animal dead’ and planned to move it and bury it but “just didn’t get around to do it.” The other day, just 72 days after the porker had hibernated, he emerged: from the straw stock minus 100 pounds a bag ] alive, x ‘Tribune Want Ads of’ skin and bones. but pbs Sain Bring Resuite