The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, August 16, 1923, Page 4

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But it is dying. *The reason Anglo-Saxons rarely eat horse flesh is be- cause this article of diet originally was forbidden by their religion, according to Howey. The horse was especially pro- tected, on account of its value in battle. The theory or system apparently must have been to eat only the animals that could not be rushed away from an onéoming invader, and to keep the horse for flight or pur- suit, for there is no logical reason why we shouldn’t eat hofse flesh as ‘much as beef or lamb or pork—except for the taste. i ‘ood prejudices are queer. Only an epicure or an o-iental cag cat snails or grasshoppers without shuddering. :The wooden hobby-horse, delight of many gencrations of ‘children, was used a lot for sport by grown-ups in the Mifldle Ages, Howey says. Then the Puritans — blue law ‘enforces of their day—condemned the hobby-horse as ‘“dan- gefous to the soul.” It came back into favor later, but only fog children. ae iTimes are changing, and Willie is developing an early tendency to snort when Santa Claus brings him a hobby- hofse instead of a child-size auto. -An editor can’t help but feel friendly toward the horse. An auto is an unromantic contraption and rarely does any- thing unusual enough to entitle it to a display in the day’s news. The auto drivers and passengers furnish plenty of gossip, but not their iron steed. The horse, however, can always be counted on. to perform in a newsy fashion at some time or other in his life. Why, just the other day, a»Louisiaia woman complained to the dis- trict attorney that a horse had looked so attractive to her husband, he’d traded their 14-month-old son for the nag. } GYPSY LIFE How would you like to quit your job, pack up and start out'on a gypsy. tour to see the country with your home on wheels—built on a motor truck or traveling by flivver and sleeping in a tent? “Believe me, I’ll tell tlfe world, that’s the life.” ‘Mother cooking in the open instead of cooped in a hot, small kitchen. Children climbing trees, chasing each other and exploring nature instead of playing on hot city pave- ments with their lives in danger. Father with nothing on his mind except his hair, at leisure to smoke his pipe in peace and fish whenever there’s a stream or lake near camp. * You have noticed an increasing number of these camping families. That is the greatest blessing brought by the auto —it gets city people into the glorious fresh air of the coun- try, and farm people quickly to cities or distant country friends. ~ . Some of us would have to save for years to get enough money ahead to live this gypsy life for many months, Some- times we envy the rich man who can camp in style with servants to do the work. But we wonder if a better time isn’t had by. the family touring the country in a rickety old flivver. «= City life kept its residents imprisoned for centuries, on account of inadequate transportation. The auto makers, and particularly Henry Ford, are breaking the prison bars. Later the airplane will be cheap and fool-proof. All fam- ilies then can live in the country and fly to and from work in the city, also take extremely long trips in a few days to view the earth’s wonders. not in the past or present. 3 THREE-MILE Returning from Europe, the president of the Remington Typewriter Co. says: “Great Britain is becoming irritated over our trying to extend the right of three-mile limit. British business men fail to see how wines and liquors sealed in the hold of vessels where they are inac-! especially | eessible to Americans can affect local conditions, in ‘@ community where liquor is so freely obtainable as in w York.” ., The European viewpoint is that our purpose, in refusing to allow return-voyage liquor to enter our ports, is not so much a matter of prohibition as to enable dry American ships to compete with wet foreign ships. (4 In 1874 Ferdinand W. Suydam was legally declared un- able to care for his property, then worth $500,000. An ac- founting in a New York court shows that the estate now is rth* over’ a: million. , ee Time works wonders for the pocketbook. If you had banked $500,000 at compound interest, in 1874, it would have growrt to four million dollars by now. The same magic holds good for shorter times and smaller amoun' :. . BUGS of 800,000 lady-bi Medford, Ore. - tinate various* nal; County Agent C. G. » it is: said, | ‘destro THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE/? The best time to live lies ahead—| search beyond the , Will God rnd the’ Father inthis, es Editorial Review | ip eee SOME NOT IDLE SPECULATIONS ri 2 Mrs. Alicé Foote MacDougal of New York recs dimly a probability ' {that men will have to do the house- , Work while the women “go forth toj hattle with the world.” In re-! searches running as far back as! 1880 Mrs. MacDougal has’ found | that during the intervening forty-| three yearg the percentage of busi-| ness women in gainful and steady | employments has risen from 14.7, to 21 per cent, while the percent- age of men gainfully occupied has dropped one-half of 1 per cent. “I, don’t pretend to predict what thej men will do,” says Mrs. MacDou-/ gal. “Someone has to do the house- | keeping, 1 suppose, and if the wo-, men are otherwise engaged the, men will have to do it.” But she! still sces a chance of the lords of | creation getting the best of women, | ufter all. “Probably by that time,” : she goes on to say, “inventors wili | have relieved household drudgery to such an extent that it will be pretty each for the men.” « It is not a bad showing for mere! muan—-this other one-half of 1 per/ cent —vunder his many and great/ temptations to “let Georgiana do} it.” It proves that men, as a mass, will struggle - desperately before | yielding their positions and being | relegated to the kitchens of the} land. Even though, by that time, | #3 Mrs. MacDougal foresees, in- | vention may have reduced house- | keeping practically to a zero point, ' man, born of woman, will be ter- rified by reflecting that it has been during a half century of steady in- vention for reducing’ ‘the former household burdens of women that the women have been growing more ; and more dissatisfied with house- | keeping and more insistent on get- i ting into gaihfal occupations in business. It has been during the latter half | of Mrs. MacDougal’s forty-three vears that, glancing down an alley ; in any city residence block, mere | man hag been forced to see, in tow- ering mounds of tin cans, the} growing unwillingness of women to use any of the new methods of heat-making for the cooking of foods. Every such mound he must regard as a monument to woman’s frowing discontent and he will shrink, in fear and trembling, from the fate which apparently nothing can relieve.—St. Louis Globe Dem- ocrat. i One of the characteristic eco- nomic utterances of Calvin Coolidge {is this: “There is just one condi- tion on which the workman can 90- cure employment and a_ living, nourishing, profitable wage for whatever he contributes to busi- ness enterprise, and that condition is that some one make a profit by it. That is the sound basis for the distribution of wealth and the only ne. It cannot be done by law, it not be done by public owner- ship, it cannot be done; by social- ism. When you deny the. ht to a profit you deny.th¢ right Of a re- ward to thrift anddndustry.” This applies both to capital and labor.— Chicago Journal of Commerce. DEA ADVENTURE OF THE TWINS By Olive Roberts Barton “Anybody else lost?” asked Nick. “King Snookums was just about to say no, that for his subjects were ali accounted for, when in rushed Mrs. Peterkin Pee Wee. “Peterkin’s gone!” she cried. “He got so warm, he, said he was going to find the North Pole and off he started at ten o'clock this morning. Now it's two ang he Isn't home yet and I've had his dinner waiting since twelve o'clock. I had such a nice dinner, too! Apple seed pudding with dandelion juice and ant’s egg omel- ete,” “We'll find him,” said Nancy. ‘you worry any. more. but as he away in daylight’ he couldn't have been riding a lightning bug.” “No, I forgot to tell you,” said Mrs. Peterkin Pee, Wee., “He was j riding a fly.) TRIES) “Then I believe I know exactly where to find him,” said Nancy firm- ly. “We'll look in all the kitchens,” “But kitchens are hot!” exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, io) Petggkin was hunting for the rth le. He wanted some place that’ was cool.” Nancy laughed: “I know a secret,” she declared, nodding her wise little head. Now Mrs. Brown was going to make ice-cream becquse it was Billy Brown’s birthday and Farmer Brown, had put a large cake of ice on the kitchen porch to smash up for the ice-cream freezer, Nancy and Nick went straight to- ward the Brown’s house to look for | poor Peterkin Pee Wee. | At first they thought he wasn’t there but they soon saw the ice and a hole melted in it you could stick your finger into, gnd peeked in, And there was Peterkin Pee Wee melted down in,.and: almost frozen, “I went to sleep on the North Pole,” he yelled up at them. “And when I woke up I was away down here, Brrr! Please throw me a rope j and pull me out.” % So Nick let down a piece of string |’ and Peterkin caught hold and was hauled up safely and taken home to his’ worriéd wife. “Yl hunt the Sou%: Pole next time!” he declared with chattering teeth, ; (To Be Continued.) (Copyright, 1923, NEA. Service, Inc.) 1” A Thought i AL ; + Pare religion and undefiled before “ THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE | Bolivar Just Can’t Help Being Nervous | LETTER FROM JOHN PRESCOTT TO MRS. MARY ALDEN PRESCOTT MOTHER: I did not dream for one ALDEN moment} I am telling the world that I ex- peet to bring that boy up to be a further pride to me and the entire family which he represents. As far as his being illegitimate— that you could write me such a let-!oh, how old fashioned, how narrow, ter as the last one I reecived from, hov reason I) illegitimate children, and that a child that the without, answering fraid to you. I confe: kept it so long was because’ I wa myself to answer 1 announced to you my adopti of a child by sending you the cl ping without any comment because) j I was so busy and worried over.da ing Leslie’s condition that I. had | time to apologize to you or any onel else for doing what I consider 0} of the most splendid things; I, ever have done in all my careless life. thought you would understand, seems I was mistaken. irrespionsib! I hope you will forgive me, mother, if I say that this harping. upan an- Cer- cestors bores me very much, tainly T have a kind of pride in tl jfact that John Alden is my- ancestor, don't remember ‘that he really lever did anything so very wonderful Jexcept he proposed to Priscilla f ‘himself when he was sent to propose but i to her for Miles Standish. We have invested the I think, wih a lot of romance a poetry because of Longfellow's poe | He probably was a man just like the rest of us. /No better, no worse. / Ancestors‘ only mean that one must live up to.the inheritance of a go name and ‘one of the ways that I am doing this is in giving to a litt helplg-s, innocent child my name jwell as that of mye most illustrious forebear, * Being my mother, I character, olutely cruel! There are no ft, is unfortunately born out of wedlock trust: is not the fault of the child and no | disgrace should be attached to it. I have sometimes thought, when I Iiave, thought about it at all—which seldom—that an illegitimate child, rl-\/ as‘you call it, is more often born noi through the consummation of a great love between a man and a wo- Man than is the one that is born to aman and woman yoked together on- ly “in the eyes ot the world, I be lieve that just as many. married as unmarricd women have brought un- welcome children into the world. Y'would not have believed that my mother would go out of her way to insult such splendid examples of American democracy as Leslie’s fa- ther and mother if I had not read it written in your own hand. Do you not realize that the Ham- iltons are built of the same stuff as were the progenitors of whom you are #0 proud? Joseph Graves Ham- ilton has risen through his own ef- forts to being the big man he is in the steel industry. And Mrs. Hamilton is one of God’s good: women. She has ‘been tireless not only in her care of Leslie but in her help to me in this great trial, something in which my own mother has been sadly deficient, i You may think this rather cruel, but F believe the truth should be brought home to you and as for your § é ne. le, It} he or nd ma. od le, as GOSH, SveRct ' BY CONDO vy, ' Tus HEAT 7 : | aaa i¢ NIFH natty Lt threat of disposing of the heirlooms of the John Alden family to some one else than me, go ahead and do your worst. I don’t want ’em! You also say that I can never bring my son, for he is my son legal- ly, into your house. Now read care- fully what I put down here. Neither Leslie nor I will ever step across’ your threshold unless we can bring that baby with us. JOHN. Will Topping, Terre Haute (Ind.) golfer who made a hole in one, lays. it to not topp: Keokuk (da.) golfer named Jim Matless made a hole in one, but Jim stil] speaks to his friends. Mr, Mitchell, a Whitehall (Mich.) golfer, made a hole in one July 19, so is talking yet, Doctors say’ Hugh - Tracy, who made a golf hole in one at Skokie, is almost out of danger. Victor Wilder, a Logansport (Ind.) golfer, who made a hole in one, is back at work, + In Monticello, Tl,,.a golfer who made a hole in one is able to sit .up in bed a little. ‘ Nordgaard of ‘Muskegon, Micb., made a golf hole irt one, but doesn’t quite believe itiyet. Detroit will have @ 29-story hotel. All hotels arg ‘higher. Horse ran away in, Dallas,- Tex. How quaint and old fashioned. Anything, nha ., Barber shops are QpepIng gow. ; Hungary hds 60,000,000 bushels of wheat, so won't be hungry. Mrs, Catt lists 30 natfons as our foes. »May be imaginations. Canadian bankers offer $10,000 for six robbers. Qught to get ati least a dozen for that... ~ French plane flew 250 miles guided by radio. We-heard it, =" ‘Two New Orleanis-mothers: have 18 kids each. What if they lived on either side of you?. i Bees may have, settled in, a Troy (O.) man’s honeycomb radiator; Any- way, he claims they did. | Part of an ‘old: jail at Ipswich, will be used'as a school. The boys ‘think. it appropriate, ; Miami, (Fla.) motorman divorce. |! Says. his wife talk to the ve ‘you~alibis. They, are: valu: sell them to the: presi- THURSDAY, AUGUST 16, 1923 E YECLOW SEVEN i A Game Of Chance NEA Service, Inc. 1923 By Edmund Snell, Y inherent gamblers. There are few Sasi eee peta Captain | among us, in fact; whé would not Johh Hewitt, Commissioner of Po-|easily be tempted -to hazard their lice at Jessctton, British North Bor-| entire fortunes at a game of chance.” |neo, is engaged to marry Peter Pen-| .Chai-Hung sat bolt upright in his |nington. Penningtoni:jp detailed by | high-backed chair and smiled. the government ‘to lure Chai-| “So I believe,” returned Hung, leader of The:.Yelow Seven, | Englishman coldJy. a gang of Chinese ‘bandits. Major|limbs were freed he was beginning Armitage comes to Jesselton and) to get over that feeling of injured Jannounces that he means to run| dignity that had accompanied his {Chai-Hung to carth in tone week.| capture. “May I ask what you in- Hewitt has Penningtefi disguise | tend doing with me?” jas a Chinese interpreter and.accom-| It was apparent that’ the bandit {pany Armitage on the expedition. |was equally capable of affecting NOW GO WITH THE STORY | deafness. | “I expect everybody “here to re-| “Hence the Yellow Seven,” he con- ; main in their quarters after lights-| tinued. “It is I who decide upon our | out and I’ve instructed the sentries to| victims, but the hand that carrics shoot without question at anybody | out the death-penalty is rarely mine. who is found prowling around after| The matter is decided by a form of dark. Our next move is to get on the| lottery. The Yellow Seven is mjxed track of Chai-Hung with the least|up with other cards and those who possible delay. Get a half-a-dozen|at that moment form my bodyguard picked men scouting for traces of the | draw for it in turn. The thing is assassins and report to me ‘as soon| done quite openly and the sign of as anything definite transpires.” our society left pinned to the vic- “Very good, tuan, 2nd you—?” tim.” “I shall remain. here.” The major’s throat had gone sud- There was a fallen tree trunk at} denly dry. the edge of the clearing farthest| His glance dropped fom the broad from the squatting bearers and Major} Yellow face to the black sling in Armitage settled himself down at vi which the bandit’s arm reposed. end which appeared to offer the} Chai-Hung began speaking again, most shade. The interpreter glanced| with a guttural metallic harshness back over his shoulder twice as ne{that jarred on Armitage. : crossed to the men, but the apostle} “Whatever my enemies may have of blood and iron was pressing to-|told you, Major Armitage, I am at bacco from an oil-skin pouch into an| heart a sportsman and, although 1 exceedingly new-looking briar and| must frankly confess the insult to did not look up. my intelligence the nature of your Pennington was frankly puzzled | expedition against me secmed to im- and not a little perturbed as to the| Ply offended me deeply, there still |uncomfortable proximity of the|Temains enough that is good in my agents of Chai-Hung. It was one| Mature to appreciate your daring.” thing tracking down the bandit by] The eyes that fixed themselves upo! his own methods—and quite another’ Armitage’s monogled countenance scouring the country at the heels of | glowed like live coals. “I was sorely so unreasonable a leader as Armi-| tempted to return insult for insult-- tage. The Yellow Seven were swarm-| and let you go free; for I do not fear ing somewhere close at hand, taking | you, you poor fool, nor—if this were advantage of the shelter the jungle|my only stronghold—would I be offered and picking off those who| afraid you could find your way here lagged behind. By this method they] again. -I was tempted, I- repeat were reducing the strength of Armi-| until I remembered my left han: tage’s force. was taken from me, as you may have Taking with him a native sergeant,j heard, by one of your agents—one he embarked upon a reconnaisance.| Rabat-Pilai. You can hardly blame {They were returning a couple of|me, Major Armitage, if I tell you I jhours later through a narrow defile| have sworn an oath to sever the left | between rocky banks half hidden by|hand from any British agent whu ferns, when a figure appeared on the| May fall into my hands!” path not ten yards in front of them.| Armitage did not lack courage. He Pennington’s hands swung round to] returned the other’s gaze, his hip-pocket, but Sergeant Danu-| , “I see,” he said reflectfully, “You din caught his arm. Propose turning me adrift in un- “Bi-la, tuan!, It is Rabat-Pilai.” | known territory—minus my hand! Pennington stopped dead in his}And you claim to be a sportsman! tracks. The newcomer was he to|tell you what we'll do, Mr. ( whom the man with the Chinese eyes | Hung. My Chinese interpreter—Sin was wont to refer as his chief of | Ho—introduced me to a pleasant lit- jstaff; a Short, lithe individual with | tle game of chance, which should not an eye and an ear missing and his be unknown to you. You will find it mouth slit on either side. on top of that cupboard where your “What is it, Rabat-Pilai?” man deposited my effects. I'll play . The creature saluted as he came|you for my hand, Mr. Chai-Hung! It up. is the game of the little black and “Great tuan, 'I'have followed Chai-| red. cube and the brass box! The red Hung to this: place. "Ht ‘has’many' of| shall signify my hand. May I trouble his men with him—and he has taken |you for my pencil and one of those the white soldier with the glass eye.”) folded sheets of paper I carried?” Pennington started. The high-backed chair creaked “You are sure of this?” the de-{Chai-Hung’s back met it. manded. “You are a hrave man, Major Ar- . “Perfectly, tuan. I. came from the] mitage. We will play this game.” direction of the Tdan-Besar Varney's} He touched a brass gong at his side house—which is by the river, be-Jand the attendant entered quictly. cause of something that a man had} “Bring me the game that you took told me. I found the soldiers andJfrom the English gentleman, the the“'man who carried the barang; Pencil and his note-book.” after that I saw the white lord, who| Without a*tremor Armitage set was sitting on a tree. I did not enter| the little brass box squarely in the the clearing, but skirted by. way of| center of the paper and drew lines the forest—and the thing happened | fron? éach corner of the thing to the as I passed. A man dressed ag you| corresponding corners of the shect. are dressed spoke ,to the soldiers,| Round the box itself he marked a who followed him presently into the | square and lifted the lid to show the Jungle. The white lord had fallen | cube resting firmly in its slot in the asleep with his heads in his hands—| inner Portion. He slid back the top and Chai-Hung came softly.” ‘and turned the box over and over be- “How long ago was this?” tween his fingers. “Ten minutes, perhaps, not more.”| “The red will face this square,” Pennington’s eyes blazed. declared Chai-Hung, indicating the “Sergeant Danudin, round up those] section with a fingernail of enormous men_and follow. Bring all the pro-| length. visions you can lay your hands on.| Taking the cover between figger What direction are they taking,|and thumb, Armitage lifted slowly. Rabat?” f He paused midway, conscious that “Due east, tuan. There are others] the man who sat opposite had turned who came with me who could wait| sharply toward the door. Suddenly at certain points until the soldiers|the Oriental sprang to his feet—his found the path.” whole being consumed with fury—- As Pennington followed upon the|and clutched with his single hand at heels of Rabat-Pilai, he found time|@ sword that hung from a gilded to be sorry for Major J. Lacy Armi-| screen. tage and the inevitable failure of his} “We do not continue expedition; ‘he was sorry, too, that|Major Armitage,” he hissed, “be- the man who preached efficiency | cause your men are at my gates.” He could not have been there at that|swung the weapon aloft. “It is they moment to appreciate the caliber of] you must thank for this!” the network he himself was fast} Throwing all dignity to the winds, drawing round Chai-Hung; little,| Major James Lacy Armitage dived brown, inconspicuous mortals, each| under the table, and the blow de- cherishing a special hatred for their | scended upon its upper surface with quarry and assisted by a jungle tele-| terrific force. As Chai-Hung strove graph coded and adapted by Chinese|to disengage the weapon, a bullet Pennington. shattered a mirror behind him. At a bend in the track Rabat-Pilai| Armitage crawled from his refuge touched Pennington gently. to find the room empty, the sentry “They are not far ahead, tuan.| gone and the amiable features of the They. are making for the house in| interpreter—Sing-Ho—regarding him the rocks, for Chai-Hung is tired—| through the window. and his arm pains him.” ‘ Still crouching on his hands and “They will not have ‘killed the] knees he blinked up at the face. white man?” , “Sing-Ho!” Rabat-Pilai shook his head. Pennington smiled, f “Not yet—or they would have left “Or, in other words,” he murmur- hig body for us to find.” ed sweetly, “the man who is bung- ‘he corners of Pennington’s mouth | ling this Yellow Seven affair hope- turned down and he examined the | lessly—Chinese Pennington!” the alte of cartridges in his auto- matic, 54) 8 the as the game, “The Silver Hand,” the next epl- sode of this’ gripping series, will tart in our next issue. Jones, Wm. Bollinger, H. W. Ren- sted, Willie Johnson, Bantry. v4 : ‘“The Chinese, Major Armitage, are INCORPORATIONS. Articles of incorporation . filed +| capital: stock $10,000; incorpora} CAR RECOVERED AFTER CHASE, Devils guto stole! with the Secretary of State follow: | Hiline Elevator Co., busines leasing local elesator; Peake, Barnes county; capital stock, $10,000: Porators, Arthur L. ‘Tiiebold, Paul Krug, Valley City; Henry R, Bruns, Oriska; F. H. Bruns, Chas. £. Barts, Lonis Noltimier, Frank Woeske, Val. ley City... > f ¢ ‘Los! e, N, D,, Aug. 16,—An from Ole Peterson of church here, was recovered in abput an hour ang ahalf through the quick work of H. 0; Jacobson, police mar- shal of Churches Fecry. Police su would take a wei telephoned. Jac son who commissioned an auto ‘and. soon si speed thieves, he ie ‘on the ny, Un- woods capital stéck $10,000; -in- corporators, Chatles,Tatier, R. H. Gergen, Calix F. Bauer, B.C. The Bantry Agricultural Cred B. 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