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

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THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) DRUNKEN PIGS Guinea pigs that have been drunk six days a week for six years are being studied by scientists of Cornell Uni- versity Medical College. They get their jag by inhaling alcohol fumes— much more potent than drinking, for the ‘initoxicant reaches them through their lungs. zi Worse and more of it, these drunken guinea pigs seem not to be injured by their chronic drunkenness. They are as heasy. as prohibition guinea pigs, also as healthy, and live as long. But the alcohol takes its toll in the second generation. Few offspring are born to the alcoholics, and the ones that are born are decidedly inferior to the offspring of ab- stainers. The third generation of guinea pigs, born from hard- drinking ancestors, are better than the second generation, but not up to)normal. The fourth generation, however, puzzle John Barleycorn’s enemies. For, while only the hardy ones live, the survivors are stronger, heavier and more alert than guinca pigs whosc ancestors indulged not in the fiery cup. All this, of course, is a sort of post mortem on J. Barley- corn, an attempt by scientists to learn the truth about alco- hol’s effects in heredity. About 7000 guinea pigs have, to date, been used in the experiments. It’s too early in the game to make definite announcements. But it begins to look as if the experiments show that alcohol- ism is bad for individuals but that it‘may benefit the race by weeding out the unfit—eliminating weaklings early in life or preventing their birth altogether. a Dr. Charles R. Stockard, head of Cornell guinea pirwin- vestigators, says: ; 3 “Should any one desire to apply these experimental re- sults to the human alcohol problem, it might be claimed that some such elimination of unfit individuals has benefited the races of Europe, since all of the dominant races have a defi- nite alcoholic history, and the excessive use of alcohol was decidedly more general three or four generations ago than it is today.” B : Similarly, it will be at least three generations before the} effects of liquor prohibition can be estimated with ‘accuracy. The effect on our generation will be much less than on our descendants. TO TALK ABOUT Today’s most prophetic news comes from the electrical wizard, Steinmetz. He predicts that our descendants] pth have “canned sunlight.” .Food and power will be the greatest problems of the fu- ture, says Steinmetz. He fears the day is coming when the earth will be so thickly peopled that there will not be enough food for all. ; fs : This is the old doctrine of Malthus. His opponents claim that plagues and wars keep weeding us out, to prevent over- population. A greater force, in preventing mouths-to-be- fed from overtaking and passing available-food-supply is man’s inventiveness. For instance, a scientist about three years ago perfected a hardier wheat that moved the bread belt 100 miles farther north. And, predicts Steinmetz, future men will discover a way to bottle up sunshine, just as plants do. Then this impris- oned power will be transferred to grow food in barren dis- tricts, also to serve as fuel when the earth’s coal supply be- comes exhausted. Future people may call up the store and order: “Send me two barrels of sunshine. The last batch had too much | cloud in it.” Today’s leading scientific news comes from Dr. Harlow Shapley, head astronomer at Harvard Observatory. He, says it’s doubtful if climatic conditions on Mars are able to support human life. But Venus, says Shapley, is a lot like the earth, in climate, so “life on Venus is highly probable.” * Will a radio reach us from Venus before we get in touch with people on Mars, if any? Henry Ford is too busy with problems here on earth to be much interested in theories about life on other planets. He will meditate Steinmetz’s suggestion of storing the | «ergy of sunlight and using it where and when. needed. Probably Ford will wonder if the flivver some time will run on sunlight instead of gasoline. Not to be outdone, Ford contributes this to today’s news and food for thought: “A young man with no money, who wants to get married, should get married anyway. Men should marry early in life, regardless of their financial re- sources; I didn’t have any money when I got married.” * The senior Rockefeller wasn’t much better off when he and his bride stood up before the preacher. Of the th: thoughts furnished by Steinmetz, Shapley and Ford, Ford’s is the most important. Men succeed in proportion as they have something to work for. A wife and children spur man on, develop his earning powers. Mar- riage, to the right person, is any man’s best investment. TIP When your electric light bulbs burn out, try tapping them sharply while they're still in the socket with the current turned on. The tapping makes the filament quiver. If the mp: t ues whi er ! being, load tp the prese of J 1 of 1 the HENRY FORD'S INTERVIEW SAYING, DOLLAR WHEAT AND SIX CENT HOGS ‘AINT GIN’ ME NO SUGARY DISPOSITION . It 1s evident from the: interview published by Collier’s that Henry | Ferd has been studying American | politics a bit. He may even have tieigned to give a little time to the | suudy of American history, which | he formerly affected to contemn. At any rate, Mr. Ford has learn- ed enough of political etiquette to say that he is not a candidate for Fresident, and still to leave open a toor of escape by adding that he eces not know what. he will do to- morrow. So far as history records, no American citizen ever declined the Presidency,’ or even a reasonable chance to become President. may be taken for granted, then, that Mr. Ford will be a candidate, of his nomination and election. Interest is now focused on the manner of his nomination—wheth- er by the Democratic National Con- vention or by some third party movement. Some of Mr. Ford’; present pronouncements would commend him to Democratic favor, os for instance hig desire to abolish all “special privileges,” chief. among which he lists the protective tariff. On the other does what no pirant would, He comes ow the bonus. Thai hand, ‘al-minded ooted certainly good cvidence Mr. Ford 'speaks the frank truth when he says, “I have no po- litical mind, and see no sense in my attempting political. leader- ship.” One of the first principles of political leadership in these days is to favor, the bonus, whether you believe in it or not. Nor would Mr, Ford’s narrow anti-Semitism he easy for politi- clans to accept. It would mean that he would start his candidacy with the not-to-be-despised handi- cap of strong Jewish opposition. - Another example of Ford frank- ness, amounting almost to naivete, is his admission that Mr. Harding res been handling a difficult job very well, and principally by geing slew, tather than by blunderin ahead. Mr. Ford's comparison of the President to an elephant who carefully tries: out the timbers ot the bridge with his feet, before trusting his huge weight to it, 19 decidedly apt. And Mr. Ford is not at all sure but what ‘that is just. the sort af man the Country needs at its head in the’ troublous era of reconstruction. No “political-minded” opponent of the President would permit him- self to say a thing like that. These ore the things that make the in- terview so interesting—they are s» revealing of character. And after all, Mr. Ford’s estimate of himself as probably not fitted for the Presidency is much nearer the truth than the estimate of clamorous admirerg,: who assume certain success as President, hecause of his success in making a universal car. Mr. Ford would probably strip the Government gears of much red tape, which would be indorsed by all the peo- ple.—Minneapoligs Journal. ADVENTURE OF THE TWINS By Olive Roberts Barton “Hi lee, hi ho, hi lee, hi lo,” sang little Dinky Doodle, the Pee Wee boy. “I'm going fishing for to catch a whale.” He went along singing that way as happy as could be, his fishing rod over his shoulder and his little can full of tiny bugs for bait. He really wasn’t going to catch a whale or even try to catch one. What he was after was minnows, and little ones at that, for the little Pee Wee boy wasn’t much bigger than a cherry seed himself. After wi place, It creek made with sunlight ‘alf-e¥er it where you could see, and tiny little fishes were wiggling their tails and chasing each | other and playing tag. ’s the very place I'm look- said Dinky Doodle, un- slinging his tiny can from his shoulder and baiting his tiny rod and tiny line with tiny bait. “Here’s a nice round stone to sit on and everything!” So he climbed up on the big stone —right on top—and threw his line in the water and— What do you think then? He went fast asleep. Pretty soon the stone stuck out a foot on one side, then another foot. Then it stuck out two feet on the other side. Then it stuck out a head in front. Then it began to move. : For it wasn’t a stone at all but a turtle, and Dinky Doodle was asleep plumb on top. “Goodness, I feel heavy!” said the turtle to himself. “I must be tired. I'd better go home.” After while Dinky Doodle woke up. It was as dark ag the cellar. “Oh me, oh my! Where am I?” the shouted. “I must have caught a whale and it’s swallowed me.” “No such thing!” said the turtle shortly. “You're in my house under the big stone, Here comes someone now looking for you.” “It was Nancy and Nick with lightning bug lanterns. Snookums = broken ends: hit each other, they may fuse together again. way as many as six times. | trade, with the orient is* back-firing. finding big markets in the orient, the ing m: in us. ‘ ‘ n - Asiatic coun- 1 dollars more than we Id them, had sent them, “Another Pee Wee saved!” said Niek when he spied Dinky Doodle. . (To Be Continued) ~ (Copyright, 1923, NEA Service, Inc.) ee L Itq it there seems a reasonable chance | Mr. ‘Ford | AND. - ETc. - ETc. eee CONTINUATION OF LETTER FROM MRS, JOSEPH GRAVES HAM- ILTON TO MR. JOSEPH GRAVES HAMILTON, Just when I reached the point in my letter where I told you I opened the door into the hall, this morning, I was called to consult again with Dr, Samson. He wanted to give me some directions about the baby’s milk. No, dear, I did not go to the Chil- dren’s Home to get a baby for Les- lie, for although you will hardly be- lieve it, as I opened that door: last night: to go across the hall I found, lying in a softly lined basket, a beau- tiful boy. || ra I gasped! “And rushing bacl® car- ried tae child into Jack’s' room. “Look here, boy,” 1 said, “Look what I have:found just outside your door?” Jack seemeg utterly surprised and asked the usual stupid question, “Why, who put it there?” ‘ “I don’t know, Jack. Probably some woman has heard about Leslie's illness und how we were going to find a child for her and thought it would be a splendid place for her own baby. Foor woman! She probably could not care for it. Isn’t he a beauty?” I picked the baby out of the basket. It was evidently about six weeks old, Dressed in very nice, delicate, hand- made clothes. Its mother must have been a needle-woman, It opened its eyes and looked at us, for Jack was bending over my shoulder with his face close to the baby’s face, and I was looking ut them both. I became almost hysterical, for at that moment each of them—the man | and the baby—twitched: up anq left | nose in a ridiculous manner. I iad acver noticed that Jack did that ‘be- tore, and when I saw it duplicated cn the wee features of that baby it med something almost uncanny. ack put out his*hang and touciaed baby’s’ mouth; then picked up the one of its tiny hands, the fingers of which clasped around his like ten- drils, My dear,” I said, “it is Providence —nothing else.” “Do you think she'll like him?” asked Jack. “He seems pretty nice, don't you think? But why in thun- der should any woman leave a baby at our door?” he inquired, ly simple, for of course the papers had been full of Leslie’s illness and how she was grieving for her baby. We'sent at once for Dr. Samson, and he advised us immediately to get a woman who was trained in chil- dren’s nursing; in fact, he offered to go to the hospital and send one that he thought was at liberty. After this happened, of course, there was no sleep for éither Jack or me. Jack hung over ‘the basket in which we again placeq the baby, for hou: He seemed to be afraid that it would fly away, and once he declared that he knew it. was not breathing. If the child has been his own he could not have been niore solicitous. He seemed to /feel that in some way fate had solved all his troubles and that Leslie would be as delighteq as he the moment she saw the child, He had the right intuition, Joe for the moment the nurse which Dr, Samson sent us took the babysin to. Leslie's room, upon her awakening, her face lighted up with a radiant smile, side of his mouth and wiggled his EVERETT TRUE An, SVeRery, A “Five” TICC WANTSD TO 3Geq “Bring him to me—bring him to BY CONDO’ THS [MAN TI ‘CET MS HAVS JUST. SS f desert & crow ys. 10¢ Dancing! ‘McKenzie Roof| — They THs fl savos % org THS tend Sh HHH shane FA ‘| interrupting with It seemed to me, however, perfect- | me quickly,” she said. Where did you get him?” We told her the entire truth, she little gurgles of happiness as she held the child to her breast, “Oh, I can keep him—Jack—can't I keep. him?” she asked. “Of course you can, my dear. You could keep him if he were twins, if it made you happy. You cannot know how I have agonized over you all these weeks.” “Have I been ill weeks, Jack?” she asked in surprise, “Yes, dear, but it is all over now, Fate has brought you this baby and the baby has brought you back to me.” * German marks and our wheat are less than a dollar a bushel. Senator Johnson @f California is getting so mad he even may spht with an ‘infinitive soon. What is more fitting than red tape causing trouble in Russi#? ~ Monster fish about a million years old has been seen in Nebraska. He is late'this year. London aviator striking for more pay stood his ground and got ity Rodolph Valentino ‘says he hates | to be a male vamp. With the men, this makes it unanimous, Babe Ruthy {former baseball player, has started playing again. Department store burned in Ashe- ville, N.C. All wphiope is it got some folding beds. A million. Fords,-have been made this year. Police tell us nothing can Paris women are’ wearing white wigs. They will wear anything over there, anything or nothing. . New York is’ beeoming so wicked: Maybe she neéds a governess instead of a governor, . | Washington is alarmed ‘over slack army enlistments. Truth is, fewer men are getting mad enough to go and join the army. . 4 by. radio. Also, according to our radio, doing some blasting. J.1L, Wallace, ‘Battle Creek, Mich., smoked a sigaret in bed, so is having |’ some! new skin: grafted o1 The light earthquake which hit California was mistaken for a pres- idential boom at first. +) Strange. noises coming from a Florida swamp are thought to be’ a radio entertainer, on vacation. ™ —— Buffalo (N. Y.) detectives trailed’ NEA Service, Inc. 1923 BEGIN HERE TODAY Captain John Hewitt is Commis- sioner of Police at Jestelton, British North Borneo, His beautiful sister, | Monica Viney, is engaged to marry | Peter Pennington, detective. Pen- nington is detailed by the govern- | ment to apprehend Chai-Hung, leader of The Yellow Seven, a gang of Chinese bandits. Pennington goes to visit James Varney in hie-bungalow at the head of the Tembakut River. Varney’ receives a threatening mes- sage from The Yellow Seven. Pen- nington warns Varney to be careful. | NOW,GO ON WITH THE STORY Pennington produced a rubber pouch and began rolling- a cigaret. “[ don’t: know what to think. All I can say is that, by every rule of the game, the arch-bandit ought to be dead.” , “I rather gather,” said Varney slowly, “that Chai-Hung is a little out of the ordinary.” Pennington’ clasped both hands over his knee and looked hard at the wall. “He is,” he admitted. “There's something horribly uncanny about the merchant, and I only hope the Commissioner realizes it as much as Ido.” “How long a time would you con- sider sufficient to presume him dead?” Pennington grinned. ‘ “Not long,” he’ announced more cheerfully. “You see, Chai-Hung—to give the devil his due—has a decided sense of humor; not the refined, jharmless article that you or I lay ¢laim to, I admit, but still a sense of humor! I flatter myself that I know enough of the gentleman to be certain that he won't be able to: re- sist for long the desire to let me know that he's eluded me.” Varney lifted the siphon from the table and thoughtfully sprayed a large spider that was in the act of crossing the floor. “By the bye,” he said, “you didn’t by any chance tell anybady you-were coming here?” “Good heavens, yes! I told Monica and the others may probable plans, for one thing; and, for another, I structed my men to follow me on here if they wanted anything or gleaned anything of importance they thought I ought to know.” “That accounts for it!” “Accounts for what The trader dived a hand tunic, and produced Hewittys fofded round the piece of card. lere’s your evidence right enough,” he told him. “It floated in from the darkness barely half-an- hour ago.” Chinese Pennington spread the document out on the table and sur- veyed the Yellow Seven as a man might survey a long-lost brother. Beat snakes!” he murmured | Presently, looking up itd the’ other's eyes. “I cy it was meant for me, all right! Varney appeared relieved. “There happened to be a message with that bit of cardboard’ It was given to my servant, verbally, to the effect that if, I admitted you or helped you in any way—my number was up!” ; uPennington’s jaw dropped, ‘Have you any idea where your bov put my things?” Varney took his guest by ‘both shoulders and°forced him back into the chair. “Whatever damage: there's likely to be is done already, and if you fancy I’m going to allow a pack of dirty thieves to dictate to me what guests I entertain—you're very much mi: taken. I merely told you as a mat- letter is at large.” “Very much’ so! My dear old Var- ney, what an unholy mess-up! , Do you realize that every blessed Chin: man on the island belongs to that gang of cut-throats 2” i “Actively é “Either that or passively, exactly where Chai-Hung’s strength That's Fe YECLOW SEVEN The Passing of Zara-Khan into nis], ter of interest, Chai-Hung, it appears, | | By Edmund Snell, for a spell. I know where to find my room.” Varney smiled. “Do just as you like, of course. I'm not going to suggest that you're fecl- ing uneasy about recent events; but, in any’case, Chang would raise Ca long before any outsider could reach the house.” He bent down and patted , the creature's shaggy head. Pennington held out his hand; “Good night, Varney. It’s done me a world of good seeing you so fit and flourishing. I never Worty; it wastes so much time! But I try to imagine I can think better when half the world’s asleep.” He stopped there—rolling and smoking interminable cigarets, and each time he struck a fresh match the Ifeund that was curled in a cane chair jerked up its head. Presently Pennington extinguished the lamp. As he came back to his original posi- tiof a sudden sound attracted his attention. The moon, sailing gaily toward a cloud-bank, threw sufficient light to enable him to see that Var ney’s dog had not stirred. The ‘ound came again, this time from the patch of blackness that indicated the “opening to the passage. Pen- nington loosened ‘the button ofshis hip-pocket and walked deliberately toward the patch, His keen ear ac- customed to the slightest noise, all his senses alert, he gathered that someone was retreating softly as he advanced. He stepped a couple of paces backward and looked at the ‘dog. The animal blinked friendlily up at him, squirmed into a more comfortable position—and resumed its slumbers. Pennington winked omniously at the night, lit the cigaret he had just made, and strode whistling» to hi room. He closed the door careless after him and turned the key. Pres- ently he was moving about the room, humming softly ¢o himself, with a hurricane-lamp burning mer- rily on a table by the bed. To a chance listener, it would have ap- peared that “he who sees in the dark” had at last succumbed to fa- tigue and was in the act of undress ing: but in reality Pennington was indulging in the amusing pastime of Bicking perfectly useless things up in one part of tht room and putting - them down in another. He removed his boots and, knocking out the light, stretched himself at full length in his clothes behind the mosquito- curtains. Varney’s spare room contdined no window, obtaining its ventilation from the space between where the partition walls finished and the rafters began, and Pennington, tying the curtains at the head end of thi bed in a knot behind him, focused his eyes upon a narrow batten that served to finfgh-off the rough edges of timbering of the wall immediately at his.side. This was the wall divid- ing the room from the passage: There were.two. outer partitions that / rose higher than the rest, and the fourth was the one that backed on the rooni in which the trader him- self was sleeping. He had been in that position for roughly half-an-hour when he knew |rather than heard ‘that something was moving stealthily about the ‘building.~ Presently the movement ceased altogether, and the man on the bed caught the sound’ of mea- sured breathing that seemed to come from somewhere close at his ‘side. Something passed softly along the wood-work, strained upon _ it, scratched its surface , faintly—and the breathing sounded ‘more rapidly in;the region of the roof. Most things are a queftion of* habit. Happenings such as these— which. might have held others help- less, paralyzed with fear—acted upon Chines¢ Pennington like a tonic. A cordingly, while a black »shadow— the slightest degree blacker than the wall itself—slid slowly down- ward, Pennington did not trouble to move a muscle until its lower ex! tremity came well within reach. And then—one arm shot. out with sur- prising suddenness, his fingers fast- 8) However loydl an Oriental may to his white master, he daren’t refuse to comply with any request the bandit may’ ‘mi He wouldn’t As the trader ‘reached over to take his glass, Pennington caught sight of the tattooed tiger. “I know one mai He'd lament the ‘loss ‘of both a generous client and a walk- ing picture-gallery -of ‘his art! At that moment @hong-Hee‘ ap- peared at the doorway to announce that. the baths were ready. 4 The rusted hands of the veranda clock pointed to a little after’ one when Varney stretched his tattooed arms.and yawned. ‘ “ e for bed, old son.” Pennington; who was. leaning on the rail, glanced back over his shoul- on ‘ ° “Tired?” & The other, nodded, _- “Taken all around, it’s’ been a You won't’ be in hurry to get away in too much of: the morning? “Can't say.. It depends on cir- cumstane: ind.- Mr, ~ Chai-Hung. You wont mind if T’hang abouthere hide’ now. Next winter’ they will b hiding their tan. | i gem thieves 14,000 miles before they |: quit"being baffled. Forty-one, who par away from. pice, cjean, cool Hijnois insane as: lum’ inly were crazy. vl A diplomat ee went over fr light “on the’ European ‘situation ‘w Feported in Paris lit, ee » Hunt the bright things many, worms in’ peaches Phe none 1 ft for chestnuts. . With .s0 ere: ear. shirts. instead ise net bring letters A detotrist (tals jus’ the speed limit ig often one mile an hour. ‘Nice thing about hot weather is nothing else matters much. ee ee eb ii ig TA Thought ‘Consider ” the ravens; for they | ‘neither sow mor reap; which neither how ‘much more ° . i zi ened upon a brown ankle—and the owner of the limb collapsed .in a heap on the floor. “Chong-Hee,” said Pennington ‘softly, “I have been waiting for you for y hours!” He had slipped from the bed and was groping for the electric torch he habitually carried. The form over which he knelt moved convulsively and flattened out, nearly causing him to pitch forward on to his face. Pennjngton found the tofch. The bulb displayed a faint glimmer which dropped immediately into a dull, red glow. He swore softly under his breath and shifting his knees until they rested upon either arm of the Oriental, struck a match, A second later he was upon his feet ‘tugging up the chimney of the hurricane lamp. The flame ‘flickered ‘and shot up and he snapped the glass back into place. Chong-Hee lay spreadeagled on the wooden floor—an inch of steel point Protruding upward between his shoulder-blades, ‘impaled’ upon the knife with which he had thought to destroy the enemy of the Yellow { Seven! # i “Hullo!” came the sleepy voice of the trader from the other side of the Partition. “That you, Penn. Pennington unlocked the d (Continued in Our Next Pe, ind are heard of no more. Why? They did not a particle of good. in the world—Chalmers; . aaa ae SEES MINOT SCOUTS WIN BADGES - Minot, N. D., Aug. 11.—Five merit badges were reéntly granted by the district Court of Honor, Boy Scouts;: to the following: Assistant Scout- master. William H. Moeller, Troop’ 2, swimming; Clement Dolman, Troop 6, scholarship; Erling Fugelso, Troop 2, crattwork in wood; Boyd and Lloyd }Joyer, Troop 6, athletics. Merit badges are given only to first clas Scouts who, efter Passi the 25 | tests necessary to gain that rank, + specialise in subjects of, special in-.- . . Th ars Ty ‘ frosen tos Septh of $3 *