The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, November 14, 1923, Page 4

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This is the Fiji Islands, city of Suva, speaking. We just picked up one of your magazines and notice a serial story that pictures us as a country raging with man-eating cannibals. i This is news to us. The wildest things we’ve noticed lately are the Fiji Boy Scouts. They put on quite a show at Government House Grounds the other night. : In police court here—yes, we have a police court—this month’s most exciting case concerns an Indian woman named Malowa. She was charged with stealing a can of talcum powder — shop-lifting — from the store of Stuart Ogilvie, Ltd. ; As for the wilder parts of our country, Leketu and Dreketi report nothing more exciting than widespread steal- ing of cocoanuts, which are disposed of through Chinese storekeepers who act as “fences.” One owner of a plantation, raided in moonlight by Fijian boys, writes indignantly to the local newspaper: “It may appear incredible, but it is nevertheless true that, here in Fiji, property is not safe. . ,The much coddled Fijian is completely out of hand.” The famed headhunters in the island of Luzon now sell picture postcards instead of chasing visitors with a bolo. From the Far North came word recently that the Eskimos prefer Harry Lauder on their phonographs. Americans are building a chain of giant steel towers, for radio, in China. Ships get their bearings by radio. “Metal Mike,” a gyro- scopic machine which keeps a ship in a straight line without being touched after the original adjustment, has just com- pleted successfully a trip to Europe on the liner President Adams. Goodby, romance! The job of making the world dull and monotonous is about completed. MAN HUNTERS The Royal Canadian Mounted Police celebrate. It’s just 50 years since the founding of this celebrated law-and-order outfit. Movies and fiction have made them famous, deserv- edly so. It’s said of the “Mounties.” “They never come back with- out their man.” A case is given on record where one of them walked into Regina headquarters with his prisoner after a. j, 80-years’ chase. Cost a lot of money, yes. But it was worth it, if only for its psychological effect. News of such exploits spreads ail through the Far North. When the Royal Mounted were organized in 1878, Indians were carrying on a feud with the soldiers, who wore blue uniforms. To impress the Indians that they were not sol- » diers, the Mounted decided to wear read coats—and still do. The red coats made excellent targets. Indians naturally decided that the wearers must be fearless — just as our Indians respected the frontiersmen who let their hair grow long to indicate they weren’t afraid of being scalped. Respect for the law begins with respect for law enforcers. The life of a Royal Mounted member is not all gun-play. He‘explores for his government, makes maps, sounds rivers and lakes, investigates mineral formations. He watches for forest fires in his district and helps fight them. He tells settlers how to farm scientifically. Arriving during an epidemic, he turns out to be an able doctor. All around, the Royal Mounted are more active in the fields of peace than in playing Sherlock Holmes in the coun- try of muskeg and caribou. DERBY DOOMED / The deby, popularly known as “iron hat,” appears to be doomed. It still has a big sale in the eastern states, but the trend nationally is toward soft felt hats and caps. “Rejoice and be exceeding glad. The derby fits so tightly that it interferes with flow of blood in the scalp. Causes Idness. ,, That hat, in general, is useless except in severe weather, for nature grows hair on the head to protect it. Will an- other generation go bareheaded? Probably not. For that would be too sensible. And the trend is away from common sense rather than toward it. UPKEEP OF AUTOMOBILE is It costs an average of $400 a year — $7.50 a week —to own and run an auto. This includes interest on original investment, gasoline, repairs, depreciation, etc. The $400 is estimated by A. R. Hirst, Wisconsin state highway engineer. He figures Americans have nearly as much money tied up in autos—over 10 billions—-as the allies owe Uncle Sam. Or you can turn the comparison around, depending on which you want to emphasize. The national auto bill this year' will be three times as much as will be spent building new apartment houses and scab: ote Ponder. ‘ CHANGE THEIR MINDS OFTEN are Quebec, Manitoba, British Columbia and the Yukon. The motive of a lot of the voters is to attract American tourists |, pach yd some of the good American dollars that otherwise wi y go to bootleggers. © in: Alberta’s the fifth Canadian province to vote wet. Others|¢ EDITORIAL REVIEW —=————— Comments reproduced in this column may or may not express the opinion of The Tribune. are presented here { our readers may have both sides of important issues which are being discussed In the press of the day. Community workers are always much tried by the element of peo- ple called knockers, the critical folks who are always running down their home towns, and mak- ing disparaging remarke when ever any one tries to do something. In some places humorous and appropriate ceremonies have been held for “burying the hammer.” Mammoth hammers have been bur- ied in the ground as a symbol that the hammering spirit is some- waing, that hurts the community and should be dane away with. Besides the knockers, there js another adverse element, who; might be called the sleepers. They are good natured, quiet people who don’t do any positive harm and lack that sharp and sometimes bit- ter spirit that sets the knockers; going. But thes2 sleepers consti- tute a dead weight of indifference. How can they be aroused to take a greater interest in community and business projects?—Carson Press. INDEPE} BUSINESS Farming is said to be the most independent business on earth and | it is, provided the farmer keeos clear of debt. It would'be hard to | imagine a more indepéndent man | tham the farmer Who owns his land, stock and equipment and has the necessary capital to carry on his farming operations wichout creating any financial obligations | which must be met at certoin times. That farmer can hold his wheat or any other crop he has produced off the market until such | a time as the market: sufts him | An {deal condition and one that is the dream of most of our agricul- turists. But, if the production of food: stuffs depended upon those farmers who were in that position of independence today, we would very likely go hungry.—McLaugh- lin Messenger. f ADVENTURE OF THE TWINS _ By Olive Roberts Barton Mister Bob-Cat liked the dark. His eyes worked better. But he also lik- ed the sun. It felt so good and warm on his back. So, as he couldn't have both at| once, he took turns hunting and | sunning himself, and just now he was having his sun-bath on a narrow}, ledge of rock in a woolly wild place { down in Dixie Land. For Dixie Land, my dears, is not all cotton-fields and tobacco fields and sugar fields and peanuts patches and orange groves, It has some very wild places, And it was in one of the wildest places that Mister Bob- | Cat was stretched out in the sun. | That's where the Twins found him.| Their busy little shoes had guided | them there because the Fairy Queen would be sure to ask about her} mountain folk. Mister Bob-Cat was as sound asleep :mg:Rip Van Winkle, so the| Twins ot bother to wake him up. Th ere about to turn away when they heard voices whispering. | Tiptoeing very softly toward the spot ‘where the voices came from, they beheld a strange sight. i Theré was Paddy-foot Rabbit and Drummer Partridge and Hooty Owl, all three with their noses together like foreign ambassadors, “Yes, sir, I've got it all fixed up!”| Paddy-foot whispered excitedly, wig- | gling his long ears. “I just been to see Mister Otter and he promised. | He says he’ll do everything we asked | him to and he'll be there at exactly three minutes past sunset. Now come “along, you two birds and, I'll show you the way.” You may be sure that by this time the Twins were bursting with curi- osity. . But they stayed ’round,’ and ‘at! sunset, Mister Bob-Cat woke up and4 shook himself and stretched. “Supper-time!” he remarked with a yawn. “Guess I'll climb a tree and see if I can find an owl or a nice fat partridge. Goodness! There's Paddy- foot Rabbit right over there now, I might get him,” And away he leaped. But Paddy-foot ran right under a sycamore-tree and disappeared. “Shucks!” said Mister Bob-Cat, « Suddenly right overhead a deep voice went, “Hoot! Hoot!” i “Well I declare!” grinned Mister Bob-Cat, licking his whiskers. “I’m certainly lucky.” And he dug his toe-nails in that tree and shinned up in two shakes, “But Hooty Owl lifted his wings and flew away like a shadow. “Shucks!’ said Mister Bob-Cat | again. That was stupid df me to miss two good dinners!” That very second Drummer Fart- ridge began to drum, and Mister Bob- Cat stopped making remarks about himself, and began to lick his whisk- ers again. “I'll have a fine meal yet,” he said and pussy-footed off. in the direction the new! sound came from. (To Be Cofftinued) (Copyright, 1928, NEA Service, Inc.) J |__AThought | Above all things put on charity, which is the bond of perfectness.— | Col. 3:14, «oe the essence of all faith. He is a y dry or wet: w! ver.and as often as they want getting empty, so another vote fsa ene) ftereating aidelight is, that’ Canadians can vote to. Ss eased the cellars are’ “ FLAYB CAN STAGE 86 rel the American sags because it car. man “of cheerful yesterdays and con- fident tomorrows.’ He who believes in goodness has ‘ | | | i | | TO LESLIE PRESCOTT, CONTINUED. bored, little Marquise, w that I have been describing to’ yeu Sydncy had to leave right the, christening. When we home I found pinned just inside’ tne baby’s cloak a check for a thousand nest egg for my godchild. Watch the nest fill up. The goose that laid this one will surely put others beside it. Do you know, little Marquise, that I didn't even tell Jack I hag found that money? I was so afraid that it would go just as the other five hun- dred had gote. That five hundred I had already replaced and deposited in the bank in John Jr’s name. Do it the next morning i added Syd- ney’s check. Iam glad you_like old Syd,” re- marked Jack to me that night at dinner. “I’m not sure that I do, Jack.” “What what’s the matter? He is the salt of the earth. Almost every other woman is mad about him.” “Did it ever strike you, Jack, that possibly your friend Sydney might be the father of little Jack?” “Good Lord! Where did you get that idea?” My husband hastily got up from the table and walked to the window. I could see he was much moved but before I could decide why, he came back and standing behind my chair he gripped: my shoulders till I winced with pain. “Never let such a thought enter your mind. Sidney Carton is the soul of honor. We would never foist his LETTER FROM, LESLIE PRESCOTT I expect you are beginning to be all these descriptions of baby affairs, but 1 feel sorry, dear little shade of yes- terday, that you never had the joys ter rived dollars and a tiny note sayime, “A child even on me, his dearest friend.” 4 “I wasn’t Jack.” “So you think we cooked up the scheme betwen us?” A I could see that Jack was very angry, but. I could not tell whether itswas because I had found out the truth or because he was angry at me for suspecting-such a thing about his fiend. Jy the same, dear little Mar- quigé, I’ still think that Sydney Car- tomfia:little Jack’s father, for surely, as’ only Jack’s friend, he would not feel called upon to make. the baby such a magnificent present as a thou- sand dollar -tteck. ne “There, little Marquise, I am going tovistop talking and conjecturing ‘alot Junior for a while. (Copyright, 1923, NEA Service, Inc.) INCORPORATIONS. Articles of incorporation filed with’ the Secretary of State include: Hannaher-Anderson Printing Com- pany,. Fargo; ‘capitsl_ stock’ $20,000; incorporators, J. J. Hannahar, Cath- erine H. Hannaher, derson, Lizzie C. Anderson, all Fargo. ’ =F. E. Dickinson Motof Company, Grand Yorks; capital ‘stock $25,000; incorporators, D. Dickinson, F, E. Dickinson, Arthur E. Hagen, all of Grand Forks. : The United Gobblers, Bismrack; a social organization; directors, Oscar Wold, George Ellis, W. P. Belk, 0. E. Kafer, C. E. Younggreen, John Elhard, Albert Peterson. speaking of foisting, - Perhaps ‘the; Allies have admit more fo! living without, under 18 from We, predict fe News from of} mistake. This | Washingten’ down the. gra! lot of shoes get he got a place lected a bill ni nual election of officers : Spetz Post, at 8 p. m. @ht at the A. O. U. W. Maybe Henr, less ‘expensive. ‘BY CONDO’ om While statis woman eats | it’s the gun men, = Very, few of on a pleasant able to run at Presidential hats into the in gentl: Many. as simply \becau: Judgment in Hourld dogs at the ‘moon. Calamity howlers sit | meck figure, in around and how! at nothing. < ‘and kiék People’ who ing hay nothh / Sante. marry European countries to hate one an- other only three days week. are taking it to the glae:factory. They are urging this’ country to’ mit we have more than enough. Our government is trying to live within its income. Wish it would.try. Proposed law would keep children way of getting them to work, record: We always “predict this be | away longer than usual, or-has.done cause it always) is true. In: New’ Jersey, a ra Harry D. An-j ruining women Found a man with two wives in one house in-Chicago. In Los Angel they don't forget everything. + « over our government because it is losing so much money. Living to a ripe old age would be much easier to do if it was a little man, figures show it also? American, women use 10,000 tons of talcum’ powder. every year, but notice ‘should not bé notice ‘Those who do Men whoact serious all the time are usually considered funny, . THE FOOL By Channing Pollock. BEGIN HERE TODAY Clare Jewett, in love with the Rev- erend Daniel Gilchrist, marries Jerry |Goodkind for his money. Daniel is dismissed from the ‘fashionable Church of the Nativity’in New York because of his radical sermons. Gil- christ is sent to the coal bal by Goodkind senior and wires that a big strike is settled. ‘A delegation of strikers comes north to interview the president and directors. They are received in Jerry's home, first Stedtman, then Hennig ang Umanski, Umanski is dissatisfied with results. Clare is angry because her dinner party is interrupted by Jerry's . business meeting. : NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “I mean that that is where she was working. She's at her sister’s now--up at Pittsburg. Left the day before I was’elected to come up here. I sent her a# telegram.” “You don’t. say #0,” said Goo then turned to Jerry with: thing the matter. with that bell “The man’s: busy, I ‘suppos Jerry, “I'll show, them out.” The elder Goodkind shook hands graciously with Stedaman and Hen- nig. When he reached Umanski he found the immobility he had encoun- {tered before. The tall figure burned | him with his eyes. Stedtman turned at the door to whisper the promise of a visit later and Jerry, ushering them out, turned to inform his father that they were “swine.” The tardy servant entered with an explanation that he.had been sign- ing for a box he carried, for Mrs. Goodkind, A moment later he handed it to-her as she came from the music room. ,Clare evinced little curiosity jas t contents, putting it under \her arm unopened, “Everybody gone?” queried Good- kind, looking up from a desk at! whith he had seated himself. > |, “They're all down in the. billiard not face because it brought mem- ories, as all silences do. “J understand you're very happy in your néw—profession,” she. said. “Yes,” he answered. “Youve got —4Jeverything —‘you want?” pursued, haltingly. “No, I haven’, everything I want,’ he saig frankly, “but I'm happy.” “My father-in-law says that if you settle this strike you're to be—” She put her hand to her mouth in a g ture of self-reproach, “—but that’s a business secr She patised. ql suppose I might tell you, though. He 3 it'll make you a big man in the “THe secret?” asked Daniel, smil- ing. ¥ “The salary,” said Clare. “I sup- pose you've got over that.” He smiled. “So—you don’t really seem to“have lost anything by giving up your church.” - “No,” he said thoughtfully. “Queer as it deems, sometimes I think I’ve gained—in opportunity.” Clare looked away, reflectively. “Perhaps one might have eaten one’s cake and had it, too,” she said, chigfly to herself. “bare!” Gilchrist turneg eyes that half reproachful, were half eager, upon her. “You frightened me so that night with the bugaboo of poverty,” she went on with soniething of despair in her voice. “Don’t you think, there might have been a compromise— something half. way? ‘He turned away. % “Why open wounds that are begin- ning to heal?” he said protesting- “Yours“seem quite healed,” she id, a little enviously. He stepped ‘nearer gnd looked at her fritently. ““Knd you have “everything you ‘want?” he asked tenderly solicitous. ib tone’ jirodded ‘her’ pride, she said with something of |raom,” she said with an inflection that indicated she was either bored or angered. “We wanted to make un a couple of tables of bridge, but, with the men in here—as usual. Where's Jerry?” “Downstairs for a minute,” replied Goodkind. y could arrange for displeasure now—“I wish he wouldn't break up my dinner parties.” \< Goodkind pushed hack the. pspers before him and moved, toward her. “What have you the: ¢ sai turning his Germany's goat and oH id, he unopened: We will ad- eyes to the reigners. started to open it. nother—substitute,” haltingly. < “Substitute? For “what?” “ time—gnd" love ”: She‘ held ‘up she id ours, mpulsive defiance. “You see—I was selfish—to ask you to give up the things that count so much with you for those that count |with me.” He was quietly earnest. “Afterward, when I knew you were to be married—” He frowned. “—I was afraid for you- but I was wrong again. You're happy —and I’m honestly glad.” She was looking at him qui: “Are you—honestly—happy asked slowly. “Honestly,” he said, “In just helping others?” He nod- ded his answer.— a don’t understand ‘that,” shid. “You will—some day—and so will all the world.” Jerry found the two face to face and he came in, a bit unsteadily. He pad added several brandies to & gen- erous allowance at dinner and was in none too genial mood. ‘Helloj Gilchrist!” he said gyuffly. she a stunning sable-searf and handed it unconcernedly to'her father-in-law. “H-m! Yow don’t seem much sdr- prised,” he said. “No—. Whenever working, which is one the coldest winter on Jerry's been something ‘he’s a little ashanied of, Wh there’s something of. this sort for tse mah | me.” There was injured pride in her -Probably | tone. i ' “Must ees » | time,” 1 Shoes are! “ have been a whopper this kind, Sete London, feet. “We made aj ian’t news. “Pretty generous husband, if you eon ask mi said the husband's father’ atarted out to run | airily. “Yes.” The answer was. uncon- vincing. She put the scarf back into its ‘box, Goodkind had caught the unhappiness in her attitude. “Upon my word,” he said, “I don’t know what ‘you women want. A man works his heart and soul out to get you things cand still, you're not satisfied.” E Clare; Jooked up appeslingly. ybe we like a little ‘heart ang soul,’ she said, taking his: own words. 3 You're not, crying?” he seid, Jean- Ling over her. She looked up through tear-blurred eyes and nodded ‘sheep- ishly, “My God,” he said, “Can you beat it?”, . a ‘She rose and walked to a mirror. “T'll be down in a minut she said, fe “Tell Riggs—will you—if any one Tl be talking to Jerry.” He followed her, an®, put a hand on her shoulder. “And—buck— There are people worse off than we are— and it’s a great life if you don’t weake! Clare stood before the mirror, a moment, first brushing aside the in- the autos left at/hame | trusive tears, then covering their red Sunday afternoon ate} wake with ‘powder. It: waé as a re- *Here’s where a it worn’ out, Wonder how to hang his clothes? » &. plumber col- inejyears old, proving pee y Ford wants to take tics show the average less than the ‘average powder. that vorries all, flection over ker shoulder in the — 4 glass that she saw the door open candidates: don’t hurt | ang Daniel Gilchrist came in, ane May oe CHAPTER. XI Opening Old Wounds Clare stood a moment, surveying ie. man in reflection as she - had ® thousand. times. in her heart In early, aren’t you? I didn’t mean to interrupt a tete-a-tete.” “You're, not interrupting,” said Clare, embarrassed not by Gilchrist’s presence, but by Jerry’s liquor-freed tongue. “We've been having a merry eve- ig with your delegation,” Jerry said to Gilchrist, “That's why my just been a little lonely.” “You don’t look it!" Jerry surveyed the pair.- “I couldn’t help going ‘to Black River. I didn’t go for pleasure —did I, Gilchrist?” “No,” said Daniel easily. “There was work and plenty of it. I wate AH you had to leave when you “Why, Jerry dida’t leave much be- fore, you, did he?” Clare asked, puz- zled. Jerry stirred nervously. “Just a few—" he started, but Gij- christ also had bi just got back,” She turned to her husband. he said impatiently, y ry “Of course,” she resignedly. “Good night, Dan.” She pieked up her box and started to leave. h—you got the furs” put Jerry cheerily, “Yes, thank you,” she said with- out ‘looking up, \* in “ A ETI , Ply’ copYrighted;' 1922, “in United States and England. Novel- ized versio by special permission of the guthor, and of Brentano's pub- lishers of the play, (Continued in: Our Next -Issue) Read Tribune Want Ads. they had faced in dramatic |. tensity.in a darkened church room, He did-not see h Suddenly Clare: bin a Gilehrist ; [looked up in surprise, then, a bit No. wonder kids grow up to. look | doubtful, bowed and Maas move- like their dads. All they do is loaf | men toward 3: about ‘money. ns di € cel in bold in- get familiar ‘Your rever- nthe contrary,” he said with a amile, “I..agree. with the ‘mai t believe in danc- ng to dance about. powiler ‘ary. ter the wal, at was Bares “them crumbled ang vanished, << 2 “When a get: int Clare » ql _| . “Half: an. hour | iad dinner?! “On the train, Iwas smiled ‘again. “Th: don’t for better or worse starved." He eee sta ( eo it 3 “& moment—won't zara derek My Auer ba ive | Tt-was Clare. who. Broke the juon lering _ my} § peach package of He.atoogthere,/a,- “Pipe’s Cold Compound” Acts Quick, Costs Little, .”_. Never Sickens! “Pty te Pi # ‘old Com- pound” to break up any: cold and end. grippe misery ih a few ‘hours - or money returned. Stuffinens, headache, feverishness, congested nos, {with first dos: Th ant tablets cost. only and millions now take of sickening quinine.