The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, August 29, 1923, Page 4

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[worked nights for a week," he chuckled, “and darned if didn't hit it just right 1" In a rough way we know the antount of this man’s wealth, by reputation, and we figure that it cost him at least $500 worth of time to win the prize that he could have bought for less than $100, Of course, he worked it out in spare time, but spare time is valuable to him because it is needed for relaxation from brain work, ‘Then, too, obsessed with win- ning the prize, he probably had it on his mind, detracting hin attention from his occupation during general working hours of the day. Eliminate the cash ond, it doesn't matter much, For he'd have been just as elated if he had won a prize of $1. How do you explain this rich man's jubilation over n victory that wasn't worth the price it cost—to him? Your first explanation probably is, “He got) something for nothing. There ix no thrill like finding money—getting it without effort. Probably this is a reaction from tho enslaving sys- tem that keeps our noses to the grindstone, The average millionaire gets a bigger thrill from finding a $b goldpiece than from cleaning up $1000 in a business deal. And, no matter how valuable his time, he'll delay whatever he was intent on, and search the premises to see if more $5 gold- pieces are nearby. You know how this weakness pe minds and rises to the consci wh s in our subconscious yus surface during dreams in we find coin after coin until our pockets aro filled. “Something for nothing” is the lure that wastes time and takes the suckers’ savings, A greater motive than “something for nothing,” how- ever, animated the rich man in the baseball guessing con- test, His thrill, as victor, came mostly from the realization that in winning he demonstrated cleverness superior to that of tho other contestants. In a battle of wits, he won That'is the motive of your “business genius,” as much as and often more than the actual accumulation of profits. Vanity-—pride—is our motive in the things we do, a lot oftener and to greater extent than any of us realize, DT. & 1 Ford will spend 20 to 80 million dollars for complete dectrifieation of the DT. & 1 It's 455 miles long, so the cost of electrifying a steam railroad averages $40,000. to $60,000 a milo, Our country has around 264,000 miles of railroads. them would cost from 10 to 16 billion dollars, rd rate, That would be expensive or cheap, according to economies that would or would not result. ‘The amount invested should never worry anybody. The important question is: “Will it be a paying investment The first link of the D., 'T. & T. to be electrified is abou: 18 miles long. Ina sense, it's probably a lnboratory experi- ment. With 18 miles finished, Henry will have discovered a lot of things to avoid in electrifying the rems ning 442 miles, By using current on a big scale—500,000 horsepower at work, night and day—Ford expects to cut his electric power cost toa tenth of what it is now. It is logical to expect that all American railroads will be electrified eventually. The coal probably will be burned at the mines, generating electric current to be sent to far distances over high tension wires—or by radio transmission, who knows? A system like this is the dream of a great many scientists who are trying to solve the coal problem, They vision a day when the whole nation will be on an electric: basia with the power derived from coal burned sat the mines, incidentally saving tremendous coal freight hauls. Ford climbed to the top by making autos, It will be inter- sting to see if he rounds out his career by becoming as big in the railroad business as he is in the auto industry, His whole life seems to revolve around the problem of cheap, fast transportation, i THE LURE Around the booking offices where they hire actors for Waudeville, there’s a saying: “When they can sing they want to dance, and when they ean dance they want to sing.” Quite a bit of psychology there, in a few words. « No matter how successful or happy we may be, we al- ‘Ways cherish a notion that we would be more sticcessful and Aappier doing something else. For instance, there’s an old saying that every reader thinks he could get out a better Rewapeper than the editor. The editor at times is willing concede that maybe they're right. : #When they can paint and draw great pictures, they want to fish. And when they can fish, they want to paint and raw, Nearly every Indian, expert at fishing, wants to be artist. “And is, in his crude, half-barbaric way, Yes, no matter how successful and happy we are, imagine that we could be more successful and hap- at something else. All of which may be “kidding our- But it expresses the spirit of discontent, restless- Vilization steadily sh ihn oven __THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE ié Editorial Review | ee bitch THE BUL In all our cities hullding opera- Hons are on the gallop. On tho} furma they are at a standstil!, Kren paint ts not being spread up- on the fading coats of the farm | houses and bar Everyone is busy on the farm; but not on con-| struction work, They are busy raising crops that do not pay much | {any profit to the grower, De-| torforation in farm houses, barns and fences faces you at every turn | of the road, But once inside the! city iimita, or in the sub-! urbs where city worker live, now stores, new bungalows, new banks, now filling stations, public and) private garages, new | ditions to small homes, new! homes of the highest class up| tn overy direction. If one sees a vow building going up tn the coun-| try, the chancos are that the build-| er dx drawing some of his income from the elty. Why ty there such a (lfforence betweer. country and! ety? | Building costs are high eryone, A carpenter in hoearn $12 in eight hours, By) eight hourg work he can earn a 100-pound pig. It takes the farm- for er oight months to grow such a pik. If the farmor makes a profit! of 10 per cont on this plg (that ts, | $1.20), ft WH be necessary for him | to rufse a herd of 2,000 hogs to! make ay much money in cight nthd as the carpenter gets The | penter can work eight houry of day, sleep eight hours and the thor olght hours 9't on the porsh and smoke with his feet on the rall, ‘Tho farmer would have to spond all his waking hours inthe | tox Jot swamped in hogs, A halt township could hardly hold) the \ that would represent the | arnings of one carpenter | In this city there is a young vho went last spring to San i chap isen to six-weeky’ Ya plasterers’ s He « home und got a steady job. Moe vorks six days in the week, get i double pay for Saturday af tnoon, And Saturday | vening he draws an envelope con- | ining $104 With the + week's wrnings he can buy at the farm rice here, ton 100 pound pigs, or en acres of average wheat, or] than a of blackberries, | rwherries, ¢ sweet! black one a pound 100 boxes of wil for f roit stand), or j stos or five tons of Bartlett pears! price my crop is. selling {ght now, Talk ofa mous’ swim Ming in cream! rer consider hing better? ut his present c wer?) ‘They cannot, This country innot exist forever, one half fat} nd one halt . The farm and} he factory will some day level un} tamay be a slow process, Rut it] wero the ‘armors, TE would hurry that level re. T would call the boys in one! f these fine mornings and would} “Roys pack up your duffle! psoand hike to town est jobs you ean find ina filling tation. in a garage, in an auto} arts shop, in a department. store, | Jowelry store. or as common l-| Norer on the street -or go for six vooks to some trade school and Tester, plane, plumb, hang paper, paint, Get yours while the getting < good and to it dl wag mo down the farm lev tothe | Could this plas-| striking for any He could. He does. job beats farm. wy a w ol, r than farm- Tf not, come back Some. While you are gone father will put the plow land down to grass, run a little flock of sheen “nd a bunch of steers, a few cows and chickens; and mother and! will get along some w T would flood the town till th were sick ot itand till they were fighting to ret what litle frm produce was raised. (Commercial West.) A Thought eS ee ere Brethren, if a man be overtaken in w fault. ye which are reatore such an one in the spirit of meckness; considering thyself, lest thou also he tempted.—Gal. 6:1. SAID Genoral Oglethorpe to Wes- ley, °F never forgive.” “Then 1 Articles of in the Scerotary of State The Agricultural Credit Co: of Edmore: capital stock corporator J. Carlson, olt, Ho J. Nyhus, KO 1. Ny H. Wold The mers Credit Co of Ga: capital stock $35,000; incorp: EM. Olson, Glenburns C. field, Gardena; Martin Witlw City; L. G. Bresvol, i mee; J. Wy Schmidt, Garden: Fargo Land Co. OO; incorporators, EF don: Geo. H, Hollister, Farg | Beckwith, Fargo; Clifford Danie! | Eaderlins B. G. Tenneson, Farce. KICK MAY BE FATAL New England, N. D., Aug. 28 [man Homelvig, 23. son of John | Homelvig, farmer living Bix miles J southwest of Amidon, is in a local | hospital in a critical condition as the | result of a terrific kick in the abdo- [men received when he [close to a riding pony in the barn at [the farm home. nal land rapture af the intestines may re fault in his death, NEW LEIPZIG PLACES RAIDED New Leipzig, N. DL Thieves raided a CM. & St oF By Tho Sharp-Shooter | } 1 conditions like this last fors | fathor of all the young | this ‘ohn Get the{* ST could bo a spiritual, walked too injuries Avg. 2— GOSH | LISTEN Gosh, make YUH MASTER ALONZO FULTZ HAS JUST RETURNED FRO THe CITY WHERE HE SPEN TWO WEEKS WITH HIS AUNT. DOESNT AT Feew “PORTANT, LONNIE? * HUA! ATS NOTHIN, WAT AY See WHAT They PRINT WHEN | -- GOT NIAGRA FALLS” rw LIE PRES- | ALDEN | I am sitting here, dearest, be- » the window while near me ly- ing on somo pillows in the great armehair where you were wont to loll, your son, Don’t think met r, but sometimes Pthink g to look like you, | so glad to get your letter, husband, mine, in which youssaid that you were going to think of: is child in the future only as Alden Prescott, Jr. To me it ts just the same as though I had'borne him. Iam sure that I know no difference, but I was (raid, Jack afvaid that you, down deep i cur heart, would some time regret that this darling baby bov wa in reality yours, hi Howeve a so roing to for- get aud [never intend to men- tion it again unless something comes up of which I do not know now, Father sent me a thousand dol-/ lars the other day, J and you} don't know how it has relieved my mind. Of course, dear boy, you | are not expected to know what it} costs to a house, but IT have found since I returned from the hospital that things have been go- ing rather at and in our little apartment. Oh how the bills did pile up!) Now _T will be able to pay them | all! You say you have made such a nice commissi n New York so Tam » we will be on Easy Street ay T miss y. T didn’t think sixes sevens oh how I miss you! it was posible that lonely with both tiny ittle crushed rese bud. 1 couldn't Pink he never crie here—dad came and dad home the day you left—with you gene. | Last as pinning a crepe veil about my and T awakened sobbing and mother night I dreamed that I Ww: h. erying because, in some vague ay it setmed to me that you were} the one for whom I was wearing mourning. Right here, dear Jack, I stop- ned to:kneel down beside our bless- ed baby. I really believe he knows me. He opened his eyes and his mouth puckered up like a psistuit. I grabbed him up and smothered him with kisses. 1. Instead he emed to ré- almost moist little mouth spond to my care: he snug- gled up close against my neck. Oh, he is the sweetest thing that i$ ever sent to comfort a heart- sick woman! You can tell Sydney Carton for me that if he does not come up here within the next few weeks I will, not let him be godfather to my boy. I, you know, will act as proxy for my sister. | By the way, I have had a letter | from Alice. She is having a won- | derful time. Mother proposed to me yesterday that she and I should go over and come back with her. At any time in my life before this I should have accepted the invita- tion with the greatest joy, but now | I couldn't go, dear Jack. I could- n't leave mv J and Child. Nothing I see in all Europe would be so wonderful as looking into your eyes and seeing love there. Nothing that I could hold in my hands, even if they EVERETT TRUE were one Crown tewels of England. could make me as happy as to put my arms around my baby. T am glad you are coming home soon dear, Lovingly, LESLIE. TOMORROW: Beatrice _Gvim- shaw writes her fiance, Richard Summers—Paula Perier again. Two's company. ment. Three's an argu- Birds of ‘a feather flock together. A rolling stone gathers no moss, but a man who keeps his nose too close to one does. It often looks as if talk is the best policy and honesty is cheap. Old debts would be e@yy to pay if it weren't for the new ones. Almost time for the friend to re- turn the lawnmower and start bor- rowing coal. Some like corn-on-the-cob some corn on.the hip. and One tHing you have that is hard to get is a phone number. Fewer babies are born in summer. } {We don’t blame them, The only cure for ‘ freckles sunburn will be out soon. Hable. It is winter. and Very re- If the farmers don’t get help soon this will become the land without a country, Hot weather kickers will be cold weather kickers in a few. weeks, Difference between movies and vau- deville is in movies the audience does the talking. ~ First sign of fs is when the frost (CONE BacK HERG AND LET THE YOUNG CaDY HELP Kou To THE OTHER PIECES Wu Pawed ver. i is on the pumpkin and the shock -is in the price. A wise man never stands out in the rain or tries to open a can with a pocket knife. Shoe dealers are against this fight for lower gasoline prices. Wheat prices are so low the grow- er has his bushels pf trouble. The honeymoon ‘ends where the coal bill begins. Expecting nothing is an excellent Cider is working. It is working i i i i i i Fg F i : iH 1 Hi if ye at ere ge 22 WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 29, 1928 Run to NEA Service, Inc. 1923 BEGIN HERE TODAY. Captain John Hewitt is Commis- sioner of Police at Jesselton, British North Borneo. His beautiful sister, Moniea 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 is assistgd ‘by his chief-of-staff, Rabat- Pilai, who hates tne bandit chief bitterly, Pennington heads an ex- pedition to capture Chai-Hung. They move toward the bandit’s latest hiding place. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. “Brought anything to sleep on?’ “My boy is in sole possession of a tartan traveling-rug and a water- proof sheet. The rug is inside the waterproof sheet, so it's bound to be dry.” Well, “that’s good enough, isn’t it?” Dawson sighed heavily, “It would be, if I knew where the young idiot was. Unfortunately, we, lost one another a decent while back | and I’ve a notion at the back of my head he’s made himself a bivouac somewhere out of the ground-sheet and is peacefully slumbering with my rug round his dirty shoulders.” Pennigton surveyed the other du- biously, “Suppose I'll have to fix you up. What part d’you want to take in the show tomorrow? How does the first storming party appeal to you?” “It; doesn't. I've put myself down | | already for the forlorn hope — when everything else has failed, and I’ve sufficient confidence in you to refuse to believe in failure.’ How many of these things am F supposed to take?” “There’s a good number. Hello! here's Clay.” Dawson nodded toward the open- ing. “Evening, Clay!” “Evening, Dawson! I say, Pen nington, didn’t you say the sign of the yellow Seven was a warning of death?” “That's right. Why?” “Well, when I left you I walked straight to where I’q left my kit, The orderly had fixed up the tent and laid out my bed. It’s a sleepin’-bag, | y’know, and he’s never quite got the. hang of it. I turned back thescover | to see what he'd done—and there was this underneath.” He dropped on the deal table a yellow Chinese’ playing-card with seven, black dots on the upper sur- } face., | Pennigton picked it-up. “Good Lord! Have you tackled your man?” Clay shook his. head. “That's the devil of it, him. anywhere.” Pennington strode to the opening and peered out, “Dawson had better stop here,” he jerked back over his shoulder. “Clay, you and I'll embark upon a tour ot inspection, There’s a weak point somewhere—and it’s up to us to find it.” The district officer had drawn the blanket over his head until he re- sembled an Indian aquaw. “I suppose Pm in full charge while you’re away and am at, liberty to help’ myself to the bottle? While fully: realizing the necessity for vis- iting outposts on the eve of battle, Penn will excuse me I know if I suggest you've both got the wind-up for nothing!” The man at the opening swung round on his wheel, “How d'you make that out?” Dawson met his gaze without flinching, “You're on the verge of tumbling. into the neatest little trap our wor- thy antagonist has ever planned. Be- cause Chai-Hung has succeeded in communicating with the outer world, it doesn’t imply that he had to find a flaw in the line to do so. You're in- | ordinately proud of your jungle tele- graph. The Yellow Seven probably employ a system that is equally efti- cient. A friend beyond the charmed cirele is communicated with. He drops a card casually in the enemy’s | ;camp—in a place where it can hardly fail to be noticed. Result—panic at G. H. Q, tons of mistrust every- where and two otherwise sane Brit- ish officers engaging in the pleasant cccupation of traltor-hunting on the j Wettest night we've had for months!” “Come on, Clay!” shouted Rens nington, whose irritability had taken | him out of earshot. “Wait half a minute. I fancy Dawson's on the right track.” “Oh!—what is itt” “Just this,” “The dispatch from Hewitt was sev- eral hours late. You remember I re. marked on it. The runner was one T can’t find i ! j his way up ee the re: {| Message as his pasaport, int | Clay's tent and came a ca afterward. The bandit is a pretty {subtle beast, you know, and there's { nothing so good as getting your op- | ponent matted at the start.” e tall man nodded approval H the hard limes vanished from Pert Rington’s forehead, ig the | jat any ip names. hill: Aan s tut there grass,”. ink any one “Oh, but-they do,” Queen bright a Oe ot § Ey if i SHE YECLOW SEVEN: murmured the D, O.| hi of Chai-Hung’s agents,” He wormed | ck: mustered his men. {ing order and don’ i (Continued in Our Next Issue.) jean cee the other way. They have. é are lumpy | Th, y Earth By Edmund Snell. “The runner from Hewitt! I never thought of that! We'll interview Ra- bat-Pilai on our way round. I don’t like the idea of that feller wandering about with all that information with remarked Pennington. in possession of a note signed by myself, into the bar- gain. tleaven only knows what use he intends to make of it,’ ‘The deluge nad given way to a steaay downpour as the two men passed Clay's tent. ~. The taller man, who was follow- ing close upon Yennington’s heels, stepped as.de to avoid a stump and hit nis foot against something soft and bulky. *1 say, Pennington! — just a sec ond.” The other stopped and came slow ly back. He found Clay Prostrate form. “What's the matter?” “I’m not quite sure. There's a feller here—yes, by Jove, with a knife stuck in his back. Confound it, the moon’s gone in! Got a light? An electric flash-lamp threw a nar row silver ray, Clay came to his feet. “Dawson was right,” he said quiet ly. “He was dead right.” “Who is it?” “My orderly—that’s all!” geooping over a in his A hur. Dawson moved restlessly sleep, then sat bolt upright. ricane was blowing outside. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. He was still in sole possession of Penningtor’s tent. He consulted his watch. It was close on three. Suddenly—borne on the wings of the wind—there wafted to his cars the sound of rapid firing, a babel of discordant cries, and something ared through the material above his head with a spiteful, significant zip. And then — from somewhere close at hand—came the deep dron- ing note of a Dunsun gong. “Hell!” ejaculated the District Officer — and began lacing up his boots with nervous haste. He raked out his tunic and mackintosh, felt to see that his automatic was there, and plunged for the open. The night was alive with shadowy, flitting forms, with blazing torches, the incessant rattle of musketry. And still the deep-throated ‘naste to- its warning message into the dark- ness, He splashed his way through the trees, ht upon a bunch of bare-foot- led native soldiers that happened io be taking no useful part in the affray, and led them in breathless haste to- ward the spot from which the alarm seemed. to originate. “Get down—all of you,” he shout- cd—ang fell on his hunds amost on top of Clay, whose long legs trailed from behind a rock and whose cheek was pressed against a riffe-stock, “That you, Dawson? Pennington's round on the far side at the only other possible point for them to break through.” Clay’s rifle spoke, “That was a beauty, Dawson. We've been at it for about an hour. The enemy achieved a minor suc- cess at the outset. Caught our rear defenses nappin’ and a dozen or so, carryin’ something on a pole, man- aged to squirm their way through and join the main body. The Yellow Seven opened up to cover their ap- proach—and we decided to attack.” He fired again. “We're advancin’ gradually all along the line. I've Promised to take the slope at the point of the bayonet before dawn.” He shouted to someone behind and a rifle was pushed against Daw- son’s elbow. His eye fell at the same moment upon a pile of chips at Clay's side. He thrust one into the magazine, “Chai-Hung's still up there, I sup- pose?’ “As far as I'm aware, nobody's broken out. I can’t for the life of me imagine what is was the smug- sled in. It was evidently something important, because they weren't in- clined to save rounds to secure its safety.” He glanced behind him. lers should be pretty I fancy I'll try a sortie with my own chaps—and you can follow with the second wave, moppiny up every- th ewe 9 left behind, f Pl toss yo it,” Diwatee you for it,” suggested “Be hanged to you!” laughed the other, “I'm in command here and T'm going to handle the first attack.” He blew a shrill blast on his whis tle and, before Dawson could realize we Chaney een, Clay was gone is. shadows flitting after wbansen aited fully five minutes y his wrist-watch, then, crawling “Your fel- Sesh by now. “Fix bayonets, Ni T tell you, aad et sound until Spread ane in skirmis' ose your heads! Prey fat people are often capable i Dawson scalea pe with the. agility of an ante- Wild-cyed, keen -with enthusi- me to come up with Clay, he paused e round up thos@ of the enemy that ‘ad escaped the initial onslaught. plains run bum ere’s a waterfalls oh P into a mountain. IL k it wh) tle speck “Oh, may we go at once?” cried Nancy clapping hands, “I think’ T should love it eut wost.” T think $0, too!” smiled the Queen, “You'll like it better still when you get there. your magic shoes along everywhere you fina te pie edt ogee wood tree in al —e, ) : ae wee < ANN