The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, January 24, 1924, Page 4

' i rr tiaeess Ppitae eat PAGE FOUR THE Matter. BISMARCK TRIBUNE CO. Foreign Representatives G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY Publishers CHICAGO . Marquette Bldg. D SMITH PAYNE, BURNS AN NEW YORK - - Fifth Ave. Bldg. MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use or republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited in this paper and also the local news pub- lished 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............. $7.20 Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck) . salt » 7.20 Daily by mail, per year (in state outside Bismarck).... 5.00 Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota......4....... 6.00 THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) WHEN YOU DIE Two old men, who soon will die, form the subject of this editorial. One is a rich business man, of such high stand- ing in his home community that people point him out as a Model Example. He is touring in his auto and has stopped his car in the mountains to talk to an old hermit. The old hermit, living in a shack, is penniless. rich, after all—in intellect and in character. The main purpose of life is the improvement of self. So, after all, the penniless hermit may be more genuinely suc- cessful than this:rich mai Money n good thing to have. It brings personal protection and the power to help others. But money is not-all. Real success is in making the best of our opportunities, doing the best he can, according to our abilities. That’s why H. G. Wells considers Napoleon a tre- mendous failure. Though he dies penniless and obscure, a poor man may, after all, be more of a success than a man who won wealth. Life’is a spiritual gymnasium. We are here primarily to improve ourselves. DETROIT Kresge Bldg. But he is BOOKS “IN HIS HEAD” Anthony N. Brady left an estate of 75 million dollars. In life he kept most of his books “in his head,” and it cost him only $11,000 a year to look after his property, his son testifies in court. The son seeks relief, claiming the require- ments of the law have increased this cost to over half a million a year. Bookkeeping, originally intended as a device to cut ex- penses, in many cases has become a major factor in the cost of living. There isn’t enough money in the world to pay for a “complete” bookkeeping system. The ancient store- keeper who kept his records in a nail keg was wiser than is generally conceded. BIG PROFITS A Chinese restaurant in New York City leases its hat- checking privileges for $12,600 a year. At that, insiders say the concession will pay profits of $10,000 a year. The usual system is to make the check girls wear tighi collars so they can't hide their tips, which usually have to be turned in. The tipping system is undemocratic, a hang-over from old days, and it will pass out as soon as the public balks. A traveling man estimated that each hat cost him $50 before he wore it out, counting tips. FORD MOTOR STOCK «The stock of the Ford Motor Co. is worth 840 million dollars, according to estimates by the Wall Street Journal. Henry plans to increase production. When output averages 10,000 cars a day, the Journal calculates, the company will be worth 1260 million dollars. Ford apparently is the world’s first billionaire. It is very doubtful whether the elder John D. Rockefeller ever was worth that much, even before he began his big charity con- tributions to education and medical research. NATIONAL WEALTH 6 Are you twice as rich as you were in 1913? The whole country is, and more so. Government soon will announce its latest estimate of the national wealth. Wall Street says the figure will be 400 billion dollars. Before the war it w about 188 billions. Divide it up and there’d be around $4000 for every man, woman and child. How many would divide? Would you? pational wealth includes homes, streets, parks, air — every- thing. 32 CUTTING DOWN COSTS The days of the million dollar movie production are gone for good, says Marcus Loew. The $200,000 picture, he be- lieves, will be the new top-standard. t Art nearly always has the earmarks of simplicity. Cheaper movie production probably will mean better movies. Of course, many a picture that was advertised as a million dollar spectacle, really cost a lot less.. The movies have bet- ter press agents than Barnum ever had. A SIXTH FOR TAXES A sixth of the income of the American people is taken, directly and indirectly, for taxes, claims William S. Herron of the National Real Estate Association. He includes all taxes—national, state, school, municipal, etc. His figures are based on 21 states. It means that the public gives up all it produces, one day out of every week, for taxes. _ The public does most of its worrying about national taxes. But state and local taxes total more than national levies. USING LESS SILVER There’s considerable agitation in some quarters because tbe country is not consuming more silver than 12 years ago. ere’d even be a decided decrease, if it weren’t that the use = o€ silver in photography has incredsed greatly. One of the “yeasons for the decline in silver consumption is the growth #0f the sale of silver substitutes (alloys of other metals) for tableware. Gold, the hypnotist, is more popular than ever. SCHWAB OPTIMISTIC Charles M. Schwab, veteran steel maker, says: /“Of all the numerous steel plants I have had a part in building, we never yet built one where demand did not outgrow the ca- pacity of ae mill long before we expected. Don’t be afraid . to Zo ahead.” Ee e is next to impossible to plan on too big a scale in this rapidly growing country of qurs. Eyes front. ’ BISMARCK TRIBUNE EES RSA RA RS? RR CR LON TE Entered at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., as Second Class |here, it leaves such a good taste jin the mouth EDITORIAL REVIEW Comments reproduced in this |] column may or may not express |] the onjnion of The Tribune. They | pm@sented here in order that |f our readers may have both sides |} of important issues which are i] being discussed in the pret the day. 1 are of | REDRESSING A BUREAUCRATIC | INJUSTICE What would a well-managed and reasonab n do when sat one of its faithful empleo had been the innocent victim of a cruel mistake — a false charge of em- say, or of ordinary ed that The wrong would be without avoidable delay. ape and no technicalities would bar the way to simple justice. There is the case of George E.! Taylor, a former clerk in the post- Vi 1911 s accused of a from | the government and was dismissed. | He ‘had served for sixteen yeu and this record had been irrepr able, During his trial the prose- cuting attorney found that the/ government's only important wit- ness was un able and notorious- ly dishonest. a conscientious | man, the prosecutor asked tue | court to direct a verdict of “not } This the court readily | and ‘Taylor was acquitted, i urally, Taylor applied for re- tatement. Red tape blocked | him, and only after an interval of | eight years did a postmaster-gen- | ie a reinstatement order. | E t last returned to his po- sition at an advanced salar remained only a fortnight. The | comptroller -general ruled that | Taylor could not ‘be reinstated ; and legally paid, as he had passed the age limit. Te thad grown old | waiting for bureaucratic attention | Richmond, but} and redress. If justice is to be done in T: lor’s case, congress must pass a/ bill affording him financial relief! by awarding him back pay from the timp of his distharge. Su. al bill is pending. The plain, un- adorned recital of the facts in the e should produce unanimity in nting appropriate relief. | Incidentally, there is an object | lesson in the affair for doctrinaire advocates of bureaucratic opera- tion of rious industries and control over scores nd@ of additional em- ‘hicago News. g of S LETTER From the new tion of the le Jefferson Day sippi artment of and history, the Review s reprints the following letter written in 1895: “Dear Sir. Your request on be- half of a Boston rnalist for me to prepi a i Gen. Grant's milita reer cannot ie compiled for folowing rea- sons: ten-volume edi- Gen. Grant is dying. Though he invaded our country ruthlessly, it was with open hand, and, a as L know, he abetted neithe: ‘on nor pill- age, and has. since the war, I be- i shown no malignity to Con- ther of the military or civil service, “Therefore, instead of seeking to disturb the quiet of his closing hours, I would, if it were my pow- cr, contribute to the peace of his mind and the comfort of his body. —Jefferson Davis. We do not know the identity of | the “Boston journalist.” The re- quest for the criticism represented no doubt the enterp of an in- genuous and enter ing new 2 per maker. But of the quali this letter, written by the former president of tiie Confed four years ‘before this death, ere can be no doubt. Reading it today stirs emotions, It jis worth printing Boston Herald. ADVENTURE OF THE TWINS | BY OLIVE ROBERTS BARTON “Another riddle! Another riddle!” cried everybody in Riddle Land. “Here comes the Riddle Lady. Nancy made a curtsy and Nick made a bow and everybody else did the same. Oh, but They did like the Riddle Lady—everybody did! i “Quiet now, pfease!” called out Humpty Dumpty pompously. “The Riddle Lady has a new riddle to givess.” ly humane private firm or| j“Chugalug! Chugalug! | righted | No red} | Low Bridge! : | So she began once so as nov to keep them waiting: “Kerchug! Kerchug! green sack So neatly buttoned straight up your back, With little black buttons like little black pills O’er your little green tucker with little white frills. In your little With Sour googily eyes, Rolling "round and look for flies, your waterproof stockings to match, And a bib on your chin the crumbs to catch! ‘round as you In booties and “Clumpalump! Clumpalump! Your tongue’s a queer thing. - It goes like a fiddle with a very loose string. Though it’s not good for music, it’s fine for a spoon, To catch little skeeters you see, by the moon. “Chugalorum! Shugaloram! You'd better watch out! More googily eyes than yours. are about. And your nice little booties and sack Won't keep Mister Owl from finding your track. Jumper ane “So you'd better be shutting your beady black eyes, And folding your spoon of a tongue, if you're wise, And cuddle down cozily, safe in your ! bed, | With blankets of mud pulled up over | your head.” “It's a frog!” called out Jill. . “I know because there are a lot of them where Jack and I go for water. “But Mister Bull Frog doesn’t wear a bib or booties. He wears a white | satin waistcoat and green satin breeches!” “ Of course, he does!” nodded the Riddle Lady. “It’s just the little frogs the riddle is about. But you get the prize just the same. It’s a nice new bucket to keep in your new house that Jack built on Brogm Street. But if I were you, I'd have a well and a pump so you won't have to carry the water so far. Then there won’t be any‘danger of any- | body falling down and breaking his | crown.” (To Be Continued.) | (Copyright, 1924, NEA Service, Inc.) | The longest railway system in England is the London, Midland & Scottish, with a total route mileage of 7790. LETTER FROM PAULA PERIER TO JOHN ALDEN PRESCOTT CHER AMI: : Our good friend, Sydney Carton, has told me all about my baby, and my heart was so hungry to hear of him, He also has said some very dis- quieting things. John, you are not going to keep my baby from me forever. Now I ean be his mother. Now I can take care of him. Now I want him, Qh, I can never tell you how much I want him, ~ When I loaned him to you I had heard that your wife was. very ill and that only a baby to cuddle in her arms would saye her life or at least restore her reason. Now she is \well and some day soon perhaps she may have a baby of her own, while my arms are emp- ty for mine. But it is time that changes many things, John, Once I-thought you should have part of the care of my baby, especially as it was impossible for me to even feed him. Now I know I was wre@;. He was my baby. Ming alone and I should have cared for‘him even at the cost of my own life. I was not quite sane, John, when LI laid him outside your door that night. Ao Tangle But I am sane now. I want him, he is mine, Give him back to me, He is all I have, Even though the world says I am rich, I am the poorest mother this earth holds, for I have given my child for the money and fame of a cold world. Sydney has probably told you of There are compensations, John. I never would have been able to have pictured love had I not loved, I never would have been able to have pictured suffering had I not suf- fered. -Everything that comes to us, John, comes to us for a purpose. I will confess: that when I helped to write my first picture I was still hurt and unhappy and I wanted to make you suffer, If you have seen it‘you will understand. No one else |, will do so, for no one else in all the world, except Syd, knows our story. I love my work aud I am deter- mined that it shall now be the love of my life, for I have resolved that | no-one shall ever be able to make me again-as unhappy as you have made me. Don’t worry, John, I will not, make you any trouble unless I find that I cannot live without my baby. Syd tells me he looks like you. That is not strange, for at that time you were more than God to me, \ PAULA. my great success in moving pictures. |° EXTRA! LEAP Propaganda Is Found Fairly Famous Editor By men live longer than ay 1923 statistics. Even s true (and it is true) it looks Year stuff. Bachelors do 1s long as married men be- ause they have only themselves to blame for their troubles. WEATHER Valentino's book of poems This is the first Rodolph is selling well. sign of spring. RADIO NOTES. To take the squeal out of vacuum tubes knock the tip off and put a little oil in there. EDITORIAL. word “scofflaw” has boen a fitting title for bootleg drinkers, We-fail to see its improve- ment over “corpse” and “nervous wreck,” the words being used now. TAX NOTICE. Don't spend yet what you may gain by promised lower taxes. WEDDINGS. Mr. and Mrs. Russell of Chicago win the loving cup. The Russells have stayed married 62 years. FOREIGN NEWS. Unlike the m: the franc will never drop so low as to come out on this side of the earth. COMICS. Look at all the gold in Tut’s tomb! Been buried, 4000 years. That's nothing, I got a quart of real 12-year-old. BEDTIME STORY. “You build the fire in the morning or I don’t ¢ook breakfast.” The chosen as YEAR! EXTRA! | ADVERTISING. Due to lack of space Tom Sims, Newspaper announces it has no ad- vertising today. MARKETS. A chtap bird ‘is a guy who rides to the end ofthe car line just to get his money's worth. SPORTS. “Qabe’s in the wood,” the Detroit News on learning Babe Ruth swings a wicked ax. But it is said his ax often hits the ground instead. This is because the ground is bigger than the wood. MUSIC NOTES. We would like to pe a man opera! singer, but not a women. Fat women are out of style. BRO. TOM’S KITCHEN. When making candy you get bet- ter results if you buy it, HOME HELPS. . Always have ‘a bottle -of iodine handy when using a can opener. SOCIETY. Mrs. Sorich is sorry to announce the engagement of her really beauti- ful daughter, Mary, to Mr. Earnest Frank. Mr. Frank works in fhe bank counting money, but has none ot his own to county. BEAUTY SECRET. Save your powder until yoy see the white that soap brings. LATE NEWS. The only nice thing about being a night watchinan is he goes to bed when others have to get up. BANK NOTES. Congressional library has 3,000,000 books. No oné éver steals, books. Everybody’s got one. chuckles | EVERETT TRUE ISPSON, HOW cD | ARS vu € BY CONDO 3 MILES AN” | and lived abrogd. ‘ tiany. years 'B: ty GERTRUDE Published by arrangement J ‘esl book by Americas bes! womaroriler st (xan ‘ATHERTON with Associated First National Pictures, Inc. Watch for the screen version produced by Frank Lioyd with Corinne Griffith as Copyright 1923. by SYNOPSIS. At a first night performance in New York, a beautiful young twoman attracts attention by rising and leisurely surveying the audi- ence through her glasses. Claver- ing, a newspaper columnist, and his cousin, Dinwiddie, are particu- larly interested, Dinwiddie declar- ing that she is the image of Mary Ogden, a belle of thirty years ago, who had married a Count Zattiany He is convinced that this is Mary's daughter, but all efforts to establish her identity prove futile. Clavering manages to meet her, and she tells him she is the Count- ess Josef Zattiany, a cousin of Mary Ogden’s; Yhat she had mar- ried a relative of Mary's husband; that Mary is Ml in a sanitarium in Vienna. He does not believe her story and frankly tells her 80. Each is aware of a more than passing in- terest in the other, Clavering, as time goes on, becoming 8o dis- traught over the affair that he goes for advice to his friend, Gora Dwight, who is just creating a stir with the publication of her first novel. xv She was listening now as Clav- ering told her of his adventurous meeting with Madame Zattlany, of their subsequent conversations, and of hig doubts. “Are you sure she fs not playing &@ part deliberately?” she asked. “Having her little fun after those horrible years? She looks quite equal to it, and a personal drama would have its attractions after an | experience during which a nurse | felt about as personal as an ampu- tated limb. And while one is still young and beautiful—what a lark!” “No. I don’t belfeve anything of the sort. I fancy that if she didn't happen to be so fond of the theatre she'd’ have come and gone and none\of us been the wiser. Her secret is sul generis, whatever it is. I've racked my mind in vain. I don’t believe she {s the Countess Zattiany’s daughter, nor a third cousin, nor the Countess Josef Zat- mystery story 1 ever read that wonld tear on the case, but I'm as much in the dark as ever.” “And you've thought of nothing: else. Your column has fallen off.” “Do you think that?” He sat up. “['ve not been too satisfied my: self.” “You've been filling up with let- tera from your correspondents after the fashion of more jaded columnists, Even your comments on them have been flat, And as for your description of that prize fight last night, it was about as thrilling as an account of & flower show.” y He laughed and dropped back. “You are as refreshing as a cold shower, Gora. But, after all, even a poor colyumist must be allowed to slump occasionally. However, In turn her off hereafter when I sit down to my typewriter. Lord knows a typewriter is no Wag- nerian orchestra and should be warranted to banish sentiment. + . + Sentiment is not the word, though? It is plain raging Guriosi- “Oh, no, ft fs not,” said Miss Dwight coolly, lighting another cigarette, which she carefully fit ted into a pair of small gold tongs; neither ink nor nicotine was ever seen on those. long aristocratic fin- gers. “You are in love with her, my child.” “I am not!” “Qh, yes, you are. I've. never been-misled for amoment by your other brief rhapsodies—the classic Anne—the demoniac Marian—but you're. landed ‘high and dry this time. The mystery may . have something to do with it, but the woman has far more. She {s the aut ? most beautiful creature I ever be: held and she looks intelligent and keen fn spite of that monumental repose. And what a great lady!” Gora sighed. How she once had longed to bé a great lady! She no longer cated a fig about it, and would not have changed her pres) ent state for that of a princess ina stable world. But old dreams die hard. There was no one of Madame Zattlany’s abundant man- ifestations of high fortune that she admired more. “Go in and win, Clavey—and without too much loss of time, She'll be drawn into her own world here sooner or later She confesses to being a widow, so you needn’t get tangled up in an intrigue.” “You forget she is also a very ‘fich_ woman. [d look like a for. tune hunter”— “How old-fashioned of you! And you'd feel like nothing of the’ sort The only thing that worries you at present is that you are trying to ‘ T've tried to recall every’ Countess Zattiany. Gertrude Atherton hide from yourself that you are !n love with her.” “IL wonder! 1 don’t feel any rag- ing desire for ber—that I can swear.” “You simply haven’t got that far. The mystery has possessed your mind and your doubts have acted as a censor, But once let yourself go...” ( “And euppose she turned ma down—which, no doubt, she would do, I'm not hunting for tragedy.” “ve an idea she won't. While you've been talking I've written out the whole story in my mind. For that matter, | began it last Monday night when I saw you tto whispering together. 1 was in the box just ahove—if you noticed! And I watched her face. It wag something more than politely inter- ested.” “Ob, she looked the same when she was talking to Din and Os- borne that night at dinner. She Is merely a woman of the worle who has had scores of men in love with her-and is young enough to be in- terested in any young man who doesn’t bore her. To say nothing of keeping her\hand in. But there ; is something, else.’ "e moved restlessly. “She seems fo me to be compounded of strength, force, power, She emanates, ex- udes it. I’m afraid of being afraid ( ~. a ~ “‘Oh, no, It (s nat,’ said Mise Dwight, ‘You are in love with her.’” of her, I prefer to be stronger than my wife.” ““Don't- flatter’ yourself. “Womeq are always stronger than their hus bands, unlegs they:are the cam plete {idiot or man-crazy. Nefthe type would appeal, to you. The average woman—all the millions 0} her—has a moral force ané strength of character and certait shrewd mental qualities, howevei unintellectual, that domirste 4 man every time. This: womus bat all that and more—a thousané times more. A mighty good thing if she would take you in hand She'd be the making of you, fo) you'd learn things.about men ang women and life—and yourself— that you've never so much‘ at guessed. And then you'd write « play that would set the town ot fire, That’s all you need. Even if she treated you badly the result would be the same. Life has been much too kind to you, Clavey, and your little disappointments have been s¢ purely romantic that only your facile emotions have played about like amiable puppies on the roof of your passions, It’s time the lava began to boil and the lid blew off. Your creative tact would get a ploughing up and a fertilizing as a natural sequence. Your plays would no longer be mere models ot architecture. -F am not an amiable altrulst. I don’t long to see you happy. I'm rather inclined to hate this woman who will én@’by infatu. ating you, for, of course, that would be the last I'd ever see of yop. But I'm an artist and I believe tha art 1s really all that is worth living for. I want you to do great work, and I want you to be a really great figure in New York instead of a merely notable one.” “You've both taken the conceit out of me and bucked me up. . . , But I want you to meet her, and 1 don’t know how to bring it about. T have an idea that your instinet would get somewhere near the’ truth.” ‘ “Suppose I give a party, and,-4 day or two before, you ask har ually {f she would like to come—or put it to her in any way you chink oest. Nobody calls these days, ul ' have an idea she would. People of that type rarely renounce the formalities. Then, if I'm really etever, I'll make her think she’a like to see me again and she oH L. be at home when I return her you think you could work {t?” “It's possible. I’ve roused her turlosity about our crowd and I'll plant a few more seeds, Yes, } think she'll eome. When wil have it?” aed “A week from Saturday.” “Good. You're a brick, Gora. And don’t tmagine you'll ever set rid-of/ me. If she is unique, so are’ be you. This fireside will always a magnet.” Miss Dwight merely smiled (To Be Continued) Sang Peur et Sans Reproche. “1 ‘Tove living’‘in.’ the country,” jsaid the man’ who owes a lot, of money in the Broadway district.” “1 love to walk along the country roads. You know you can’t owe money to a cow.”—New York Eve- ning World. : Overhead In The Kitchen “Wh i i Mane broke that china jug, Mary—The cat, mum. “What tat?” “Why, ain’t we got ?~Lon- aén Daily News, So" One?” Hon