The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, August 21, 1923, Page 4

PAGE FOUR THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE? Entered at the Postoffice, Bismatek, N. D., as Second Class ,@—————— Matter. BISMARCK TRIBUNE CO. Foreign Representatives G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY : CHICAGO Marquette Bldg. H PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH NEW YORK Fifth Ave. Bldg. MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use or Yepublication of all news dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited in this paper and also the local news pub- fished herein. All rights of republication of special dispatches herein are also reserved. “MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATION SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN ADVANCE Daily by carrier, per year.. Oe ren ie . $7.20 Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck) .. Nitsa) eeD) Daily by mail, per year (in state outside Bismarck).... 5.00 Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota.............. 6.00 THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) LAW IS UPHELD Now that the hands of the railroad commission are freed by the supreme court, hearings involving heat and electric rates can go forward. Just before the injunction was served, an accountant for the commission reported that some rates charged by the local utility were in excess of a reasonable return on the investment. There should be no delay now in a hearing and a decision upon steam, light and power rates so that some relief can be granted during the winter months when the consumption is heaviest. Users of heat are entitled to a material reduc- tion in their rates. In fact the entire rate schedule as charged by the local utility should be the subject of a most searching analysis. The action of the supreme court in upholding the law was generally expected for the injunction was brought largely to forestall an investigation of rates which of course now should be all the more vigorously prosecuted. 4 DETROIT NOT ALL GLOOM Reports from various Slope sections hardly justify the gloomy predictions and lamentations heard about the crop situation. There are some fine wheat fields in this vicinity; probably the best corn crop in years and the farmer wh» has diversified his crop is not as badly off as the chronic pessimist would have us believe. Recently in a small town in Ohio where a stock sale was held some 243 farmers attended and total sales netted nearly $200,000. This indicated a purchasing power in a section where the farmers have ceased to gamble with Dame Nature on a one crop ante. :. Reports from several sections indicate a shortage of dai products, indicating a favorable demand for these commodi- ties. The farmer who is milking a few cows, has some hogs and is not neglectful of chicken and turkey raising has a purchasing power far beyond the neighbor who clings to his, one crop idea, always waiting for the bonanza year which according to the law of averages comes too seldom to make that kind of agriculture profitable. Often the solution for an untoward economic situation lies closer home than the politicians would have us believe. Governmental action has in the main complicated rather than solved economic ills. Two factors at least contribute more directly than any others to the farmer’s plight to- day ; high labor costs and the condition of the world markets as far as his commodities are concerned. Legislative action to date has been powerless to cope with these economic forces, but the business horizon at that is much brighter than a year ago. : H THE UNDERWORLD Crime costs the American people more than three billion panars a year —or roughly $30 for every man, woman and child. This is the estimate by the National Surety Company, which bonds employes who handle money—cashiers, treas- urers, etc. : It's only part of the real bill, of course, for it covers only | the visible or reported crimes. Petty thefts, which never get publicity, never are called to attention of public officials, | must mount up to a staggering sum each year. :} What do you think is the most costly form of crime?} Stock frauds, answers Cromwell, president of New York) Stock Exchange. He figures that swindling by the sale of | securities costs the American people a billion dollars a year, or a third of the total cost of crime. , Fraudulent bankruptcies get away with 400 million dol- lars a year. Based on police estimates, the national loss from burglary, larceny and general petty thefts is only 250 million dollars , @ year. * That is amazing —burglars and other thieves getting away with only a fourth as much as the stock swindlers. Embezzlers make off with 100 million dollars a year. Forgers get about the same. A fourth of this amount covers| railroad freight thefts. Bonding companies’ books show that between 1910 and 1922 the losses from burglaries increased 1200 per cent, while embezzlements jumped 500 per cent. These figures are based on money losses. The average criminal “job,” of course, involves more moncy than it used to. Putting it on a straight dollars-and-cents basis, and eliminating moral considerations, the theft of $200 today is equivalent to the} theft of $100 before the war. Even thieves have to figure on the increased cost of living. A prominent expert attributes the increase in financial| crimes to discontent, envy} unemployment, desire for luxury yond earning capacity, carelessness of people whose funds ure stolen, unfairly low pay, and “widespread disrespect for Property rights and law, caused partly by the World War.” That last reason may be the most important one. Comparing the national crime bill with the total income the American people, about $1 in each $15 or $20 that is produced by honest effort is stolen by the parasites. oe Sehd WIGS ino Leo. Schurig, hairdresser, who claims he selects 8 for. the elder John D. Rockefeller, returns from! rope with. this news: So many wig makers were killed Germany and ‘become'a highly exclusive profession. * Publishers | {viewed the terrible ravages of the! storm that swept through a part of |” Kresge Bldg. | 'on Nick,” France, during. the war, that wig making|* THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE _ Editorial Review. | AN UNFAIR SYSTEM During the past week we have {this county. A most terrible sight to the eye, a sight such ag cannot | be pictured by words. When such storms have caused a person damage, the natural query did he have insurance? ani if Not we call him a foolish man. But a strange sftuation has arisen,— no.we have always it, but not | patil ee. storm of Friday evening had done “tte awful work, did we) |vealize the seriousness. A man in- jsures his crop against hail in the |early part of the summer’and if he | suffer receive compensation. j*'o insures his hailed out until a |ceives nothing ‘or his mony in- vested. It seems strange tiat sim- | ply because the latter party hag in-/} vested a little more money and la-| |bor in his crop, he should be de-; jnied compensation after suffering ! 4 loss, but such is the case under, the present system of insurance. We cannot see where there is any greater risk to grain that is} cut and shocked than to grain that | is standing—rather there is more | likelihood that the grain standing | will suffer a greater loss from hail. Insurance should be provided | Whereby the grain can be protected up to the time of threshing. Under the sses which oy» and is not | 3 aga result of the jrecent storm cannot be removed.— |_ The newly elected senator..from | Minnesota, Magnus Johnsen,- dons |the robes of a prophet of gloom. | He sees revolution if conditions are |not changed: Magnus finds that! “65 per cent of the wealth of the cnntry is in the hands of 2 per cent Of the population” and “unless there a better distribution this wealth the common people are going to revolt against it.” | What is wealth, Magnus? Is it ir homes, where people have more tun than elsewhere? In this coun- try 11.000.000 families hold deeds to their homes. Is it in motor cars, | jvyous chariots of the modern} tome. Eleven, million families! own their own automobiles and! 11,000,000 more are saving up to} buy a gas buggy. Is it in savings! Lank accounts? Thirteen million | families have these and their foot- | ings run to nearly $10,000,000,000. In Magnus’s own state three femilies own their own i.omes to every two families that rent. Are these house owners, these motor cer owners, these savings bank de- positors going to join in a revolu-; tion whose object is the distribu- tion of weaith? Is Farmer Magnus | Johngon, owner of one of the lar- gest and finest Gothic barms in Minnesota, going to make war in, order that this barn be distributed among those who haven’t barns? Two per cent of the population is not eating 65 per cent of the green corn and cherry pie these days. It is not catohing.65 per. jcent of the bass or swimming 65 Per cent of the swims. It is not seeing 65 per cént of the motion pictures or dancing 65 per cent of the jazz steps. If we should haz- ard a plunge into percentages we | should say that 98 per cent of the ‘people, including Magnus, have 100 per cent of the joy—and there- fore the wealth of the world.—New York Herald. ADVENTURE OF THE TWINS Re sa TV ES By Olive Roberts Barton “DING, dong, ding dong!” went e school bell in Fee Wee Land. Nancy and Nick heard it the min- ute they turned the corner. ~ “Good lands! What's that for, do you s'pose?” cried Nancy. “There's no school now. This is vacation.” th “Hurry up!” said Nick, starting to | run. “Maybe there’s a fire.” But there wasn't any more fire than there is in the refrigerator, my dears. However; thgr¢fwas quite as much excitement as if there had been forty fires. King Snookyms wag, rushing about, and evefy Pee. Wee...was. rushing about. au oe ce houses { and down, afl) the: haliedl{iihitliip!. all the Fee al weit iM ile where. The Twins knew the once. “Somebody's lost, anything,” said Nancy. And that’s what it was. Paul Pry Pee Wee was gone. “What's everybody making such a| fuss about?” demanded Nick. “You don’t ring bells when: the other Pee Wees are lost.” “Oh, but that's different,” declared Mrs. Pry, Paul's mother. “They're not my Paul. He’s the most inquisi- tive boy in Pee Wee Land and I} never get a minute's peace gvith him poking around. I’m sure he’s down the well, or something. Oh, my poor Polly Pry Pee Wee.” “We'll help to hunt,” sald Nancy.’! “We have good luck finding things, so don’t worry. We'll get him. Come | trouble at Vill bet you Little The Twins looked everywhere, andi were just about, to give up when} they passed Farmer Brown’s mouse trap'near the oat-bin. Then they heard a faint voice calling, < “Goodness .alive! There's some- body in the mouse trap,” ‘said Nancy. “Peep in, Nick, but be careful.” So Nick stick in his head. “Hello! Hello, Paul Pry Pee Wee,” Nancy heard him say. “How did you get here?” 4 , “I wanted to see how it worked,” red the Pee Wee boy faintly. “T hardly touched it at all when it snapped down on\my foot. I can’t move.” : \Sudging from the amount of time devoted to care of the hair, especially by women, this is t news. - Hair is peat ge ee ele rations. ancestors. .If we were ly r| keep our heads clipped d ia acehidication of wiperior civile Bu) ior i. was vor mae i : ed man who either The Twins worked like tailors and by. ‘x’ by Phul Pry was set free. “Oh, thank you,” he cried, limp- ing eal toward home. “I'll never monkey with anything again. $8 hefore cutting, fiewiil} But a mait er cutting, re-| ;I could not do It LETTER FROM JOHN ALDEN PRESCOTT TO SYDNEY, CARTON, I didn’t have more than time tc just ask you to be godfather to my new son when I sent you that clip- pling and, besides, it seemed to me’ rather terrible to bring Paula’s‘name into the letter in. which I told you about Leslie’s.being so near death. I'm awfully glad Faula has gone out to Hollywood. I think she will make a great,success in ‘moving pic-, tures and God knows I wish her everything good that life bring to her, ' I suppose according to our grand- mothers I ‘should despise poor little Paula, but-contrarily I only despise myself. Will we ever get this sex idea, as it should be, on a single standard? The only sin that Pa Perier ever committed was in loving me too much, Syd, and although tl and prunes might criti greatly, I only feel that 1 should ask her Forgiveness. ; Isn't it strange, Syd, that I am; taking in my arms every day a childs of unknown parentage and finding that child is growing very closely into my heart, while my own child 1 probably will never look upon, No, Syd, I do not think I could be big enough to bring my own child into my house under the circum> stances you speak about. Certainly it without’ telling Leslie and I am too big a cowarg to tell her that, too much afraid of los- ing her love, When I think of it now,’I think me after all, Leslie trusts and re- spects me and I am pretty sure that | might,|, | Paula is going to be no worse be- [cause of her experience. Indeed some people will tell you that it takes a great tragedy and a great heartbreak to make a great actress either on the stage or on the sereen. I wish you could se ethis baby, Syd. He is a peach and, would you | believe it, Lestie’s mother insists that he looks hke me. She says he has that same queer little twisted ‘smile which ends in wrinkles in the nose that I have. Until she called my attention to it lI.mewer knew. that I wrinkled my nose when I smiled. Babies, how- eyer, must all have that same little physical idiosyncrasy, for I remem- ber you told me that Paulg’s baby had “it, I thoaght you were crazy when you said it was like me, Iam buckling down to work with a rlew ardor. While Zeslie was 50 ill I could do nothing, but now I haye much more to lve for than ever before. Leslie is going out motoring with me for the first time tomorrow and I expect Mrs. Hamilton will be leav- ing very soon for home. By the way, my own mother is taking my adoption of \a chilg very tragically. More so perhaps because that everlasting old maid, Priscilla Bradford, .is with her than she would if she were alone. Leslie grieves greatly because she j has not heard from mother, but she would be more hurt if she could see some of the letters that have passed between mother and me. What an awful nuisance an old ;the Fates have been pretty good to | woman of Puritanical standards and no humor can make of herself. JACK, EVERETT TRUE s = Xe =e 4 2 2 CS=S=S2-! SS CA BS WE, EVERETT, WOULDN'T Ters BUSTER You tt! “Do You KNOW WHAT THE THER] MOMETER SAXS § WHATEVER IT S4yYs (wi DOSSNIT SAY IT wr LOUD! “Women are prohibition’s back- bone,” says Pussyfoot. Men aré the wishbone, _ He’s the funny bone, Dinosaurs 5,000,000 years old ate being dug up in Asia. Don’t worry. None will run for president, Man in Reading, Pa., has five wives, all redheads. Let him meet the Fir- po-Dempsey winner. Boy of 8 robbed 20 stores in Mid- dietown, Conn, Working so hard wil stunt his growth, French boy of 5 plays Mozart ‘and Beethoven's stuff. Another result of bad surroundings. Michigan woman offered our gov- ernment a three-colored cat. Why not? It buys white elephanta, Egyptian farmers’ hire live scare- scrows. Maybe some of our broke farmers can get jobs there, Where’s our wife? Los Angeles woman must pay her husband ali- mony. Read it to her. Germany is exporting beer pills, Merely drop one in water. Then you want to fight Germany, ’ Bunyan’s house will we saved. He wrote “Pilgrint’s Progress.” Some think him a corn cure. _ Des Moines (Ia.) policeman who had no etiquette bocxs arrested 15 society people, Paris has,,an auto pawn shop. That’s what the: U. S, needs. Spain has a rat plague, which will boost her silk stockings trade. stiqeart e Stay ‘dway “from Germany. Rails road fares have. been quadrupled. pba, Singing frogs are being sold in Tokio. The little fellows may sing because they are not lizards. . " Paris wire says Mrs, Bullitt is di- vorced, without a shot. They say baseball is replacing bull fighting in Spain, Maybe the umpire replaces the bull. Frenchman flew almost seven miles high. Some. say.he was looking for the’ déve of peace. : Anything can happen now. - Euro- pean. statesmen are going to Ireland to rest a little while. been postponed a nople, and indefi- Prohibition: hi month in Const nitely in the U, Mrs. Smith. not the one ‘you know, will go around the world with one suitcase. She is not @. dancer. a Even mah jong:is dangerous., Mid- dletown (Conn.) couple got engaged while playing mah, jong. —— The corn borer, atmy worm, pea 0 boll weevil and low prices are destroying crops. ade iA Thought > o | ‘O'mtment and. perfume rejoice the #0 doth the sweetness of 3 “by hearty counsel.— |e of Police at Jesselton, B. N. B. d_ lef passed a hand through his dark hair.| toug-kong, disguised as cargo TUESDAY, AUGUST 21, 1928 SHE YELLOW SEVEN: > — The Barrier WEA Service, Inc. 1923 This unusual Seties of stories deals with the explo.ts of “Chinese” Pen-| nington, a detective sent by his gov- ernment sto British North’ Botneo to run to earth’ The Yellow Seven, 2 gang of Ghinese bandits. Enid Bromley—dark, tured and effective, small-feo- Of Fire | The Commizsioner moved restless- y: “Dawson told me. I gather Moor- house had a narrow squeak. Chai- Hung escaped by a window-and you followed. What happened then?” Peter Pennington crossed his legs and stared pensively through the doorway. | “I set my jungle-telegraph buzz- dropped her| ing, rounded up my little crowd of racket on to the grass and sank into| brown-skinned agents and succeeded a chair by Hewitt’s side. in roping in the young men of a local ‘ “I'm afraid I gave you an awful] village. We got going and fell upon |1et-down in the lagt set,” she mur- | mured. “I’m frightfully sorry.” the bandits bodyguard hip and thigh. Chai-Hung wormed h.s way Captain John Hewitt—Commission-| out of the charmed circle, headed for the river—and left the island in a of “Not at all,” he returned gallantly. some sort or other.” “Just fancy,” put in Monica. “She|* says she hasn’t touched a racket for 18 months. You look tired, Mr. Daw- son.” She smiled toward a stout. red-faced man who blinked back at her through a sea of perspiration. “I'm not tired, Mrs. Viney!” clared Dawson. “Im hot!” He set- de-| but,” he added reassuringly, Hewitt sprang to his feet. “You don’t mean to tell me he's left Borneo?” The other nodded. “It's even whispered that he spent a couple of nights in Singapore; “he's sneaked back again and succeeded in tled himself down on the turf at} making a landing at Kudat—under their feet. “You'd scarcely credit it, ; Mis: Bromley, but I've been spending the best part ‘of three weeks groveling on my tummy, wriggling like some| thing afoot, however. My chief the eyes of our’own people.” Dawson whistled softly. “Know where he is?” “Within limits—yes. There's some- of jolly old serpent after a Chinese bri- | staff—Rabat-Pilai—knocked across a gand with a fancy name.” “It sounds thrilling.” “It ‘wasn’t half so thrilling as it sound! Mrs. Viney—the | widow on my left—has snaffled the affections of the only man on the island who can wriggle gracefully and effectively—and that's Chings Pennington.” “Did you catch your bandit?” Dawson had turned again and wa: gazing down the slope toward thc palm-clad shores of the bay. “Not altogether,” he confessed. Enid looked puzzled. “Dawson's endeavoring to achieve the impo: missioner. “He's trying to appeut deep! Taken on the whole, Borneo’: prominent member of the Yellow Seven the night before last. haven't inquired too closely into the exact charming | methods employed to extort the in- formation, but the blighter went as far to admit the possibility of a gi- gantic coup.” “Where is this feller now?” asked Dawson. A far-away expression had come into Pennington’s eyes. “It turned out that he was the man who held Rabat-Pilai’s arms while Chai-Hung tortured him. Hewitt shuddered. “I don’t think you need tell us any ible,” broke in the Com- | more.” “I shall be going up-country again tomorrow. To tell you the truth, I’ve a nice, comfortable little place; but| been having a pretty tough time of for some time past we've been hav- it. I just ached for a suit of decent ing trouble with’ an Oriental who | Clothes, a smell of the sea and a look calls himself Chai-Hung. Pennington | at you all.” and Dawson set out together to round-up the Yellow Seven—that's the somewhat picturesque the gang. Chai-Hung was too clever The steward approached them. His tray held two empty glasses from title of | which straws protruded—and a leaf torn from Monica’s note-book. Hewit! for them but, in the sort of general | glanced at it. mix-up, his second-in-command was put out of action together with sev- eral of his immediate bodyguard. To| counting on you for makan.” all intents and purposes, Chai-Hung controls the movements of every Chinaman on the island.” ‘Isn't that rather serious? I be- lieve father said that all his coolies were Chinese.” “The majority of managers employ Chinese labor. The allegiance of thc more scattered members of the or-} daughter of Chard Bromley, The girls have gone on home,” he announced. “Dawson, old son, we're He looked at Pennington.. “You'll dine with us, of course?” “Thanks, I’m st:ll in ignorance as to the identity of your charming partner at tennis.” Dawson grinned. “The lady with th tresses is a certain En blue-black Bromley new ganization is‘fortunately passive, but | manager of the Baniak-Baniak rub- 8o great is their fear of the bandit ber estate. Sheltering himself be- himself and the little yellow card} hind the plausible excuse that the with the seven black dots, that they| late manager was would think twice before disobeying } the ‘Yellow Seven ‘a: his commands.” “Jack,” said Moniea, touching her brother’s sleeve, “when you've fin- sinated by at the dis- trict wasn’t any too healthy for a white girl, our scheming superior has arranged for Miss Enid to oc- ished frightening Miss Bromley with|cupy & spare room in his bungalow tales of your brigand, do you think | and keep Mrs. Viney company.” you could muster up energy to order something with. ice in it?” ¢ The Commissioner started to his feet. “By Jove! I'm fearfully sorry. Come along, Dawson.” The two men mounted the wooden| ager at /Baniak-Baniak, too! “Shut up, Dawson! The point that ought to interest you, Peter, that Bromley’s London directors arc offering a reward of £1000 for the arrest sof Chai-Hung.” “Are they, by Jove? A new man- That stairs together and passed through| accounts for the activity I noticed an open doorway, making their way| when I passed through.” toward the general room in which the bar was situated. “What sort of activity?” ‘ “They're tackling that new area; Hewitt had just completed the] fot a crowd of natives hewing the order for his sister and Enid Brom- ley and was turning in search of forest all round them.” A group of government men Dawson, when his eye lit upon two| ushered in the fall of darkness, fol- long legs protruding from the lower | lowed at intervals by club members portion of a long chair. He crossed| of varied callings, who wafted in by the intervening space on tip-toe. The} twos and threes to swell the num- occupant of the chair beamed up at| bers of those who were already in oc- him. “Hullo, old son! I was wondering | evidently a newcomer—paused when you were going to turn up.” “Peter,” returned the sioner reproachfully,.“if you have lost every shred of respect for regu- lations—and myself, you might at cupation. A young Englishman-— on the threshold as if in search of some- Commis- | body—then walked straight up to Pennington. “How do, Penn.?” The man’ with the extraordinary least have had the decency to report | eyes came to his feet. your arrival to Monica!” The man with the remained unmoved. “I called at the bungalow—but. “Gwynne! What the devil are Chinese eyes} you doing here?” The newcomer lowered his voice. “There’s not a lot going on in your orderly informed me you were] Singapore, so they thought I'd like eating the air! I came on here to| the trip. find you absorbed in a game of ten- nis.” “Hullo, you old devil!” Dawson. Pennington rose wearily. “Jack; who's the lady?” They converged around a bamboo| |: table and a Chinese boy set a tray] Gwynne—Mr, Dawson.” in front of them. “What d’you think of her? Not bad, ch?” . “She's not. bad,” conceded _Pen- nington. feeling smitten, I hope?” 4 Hewitt changed the subject ebrupt- 'y- 4 “How's the Yellow Seven affair proceeding?” | * “You know: we settled _ Nyi-Hau-— the feller responsible for looting 4 train?” “Bit on the thin side! Not| sturdy youth, I caught sight of Chai- Wang for a couple of seconds out- side Raffles,’ tracked him to La- greeted] buan—and then lost the trail alto- gether. duty.” “Good man! Hewitt, this is Joce- yn Gwynne. Dawson—Gwynne! Mr. I'm to report to you for He sat down again. “So- you actually saw Chai-Hung?” said the Commissioner presently. Gwynne nodded. He was a short, Square-headed and fair-headed, “Just before the trouble began. out here, I met Chai-Hung at Johore—- and his face is not one that easily slips the memory. Since then, of course, the old blighter’s lost a hand, which makes identification easier. , (Continged in Our Next Issue) [PEOPLE'S FORUM ‘i : o Editor, Bismarck Tribune, Bjamarck, No. Dak. i With reference to the murder ot Paul Sundbakken ‘of Ruso, |No, Dak. on August 14th, the Coroner’ and County Officials were called and ap- peared as soon to be al nty And who arrived on August 15th and took up the'trail at gd causing the arrest of William Jesson on Thursday evening, August 16th and taking him to Washburn on the| same evening. Under Mr. Martineson's ‘eross examination, William. in ceeseened to the murder on fsb “It took, Mr.’ Martineson just foug be to decompile iin innrek should feel highly complimented’ having such an efficient Chief Police. " WM. SCHMIDT, Jr. Mayor. EDDIE F. ZABEL, Village Clerk, of , Ruso, N. D. 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