The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, February 2, 1924, Page 4

PAGE FOUR Sas tnon tied noe ae -THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE Entered at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., as Second Class Matter. BISMARCK TRIBUNE CO. Foreign Representatives G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY Publishers DETROIT Kresge Bldg. PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH 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......... SANG Seas BELLO Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck) . Silcaieievsie ste Wee 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) ADDING TO THE RECORD The audit report on the Drake mill, made in a very com- petent manner by F. E. Luehe of Minot, serves to strengthen the record against the state industrialism program. It might be said for the credit of the present management of the mill that it shows a smaller loss in the last two years than it did in the previous two and a half years under different management, and in 1922 showed a profit. But the net de- ficit of the Drake mill is now over $89,000. It is valued at about $24,000 on its own books—something over $18,000 for insurance purposes—and it lost over $12,000 last year. Sometime ago the board of managers of the Mill and Elevator Association announced it would receive bids for the Drake mill. There were none. It is not likely that there will be, with the big Grand Forks mill making the position of any independent miller precarious. The plain, busine: like thing to do with the Drake mill is to close it. The leg lature authorized its sale, thereby recognizing its failure. It cannot be sold and it is cheaper to the taxpayers to close it than to run it. The state would be well served by dis- pensing with this state industry. The Drake mill has been audited for a period of four and one-half years. Surely it has had sufficient trial. Surely this experiment in the milling industry, together with the experience already at Grand Forks, should be sufficient to convince all doubting Thomases of the futility of the state continuing in this business. Unfortunately, the question of state industrialism and the results of the experiments — which now have extended over a period of several years — are usually bound up with matters of political expediency. If the citizens of the state —business men and farmers alike—would meet in organiza- tions or groups and calmly and dispassionately review the experience in these various industries which are proving so expensive to the taxpayers of the state and so disastrous to; private business, we believe unhesitatingly the outcome would be an agreement that: “We HAVE tried them out.” THE MELLON TAX POLL The Literary Digest is rendering an excellent service in taking a secret ballot among 15,000,000 people on the ‘Mellon Tax Plan. There has been sufficient time elapsed since Sec- retary Mellon made his proposals for most citizens to be in a position to render an opinion based upon a careful reading of the arguments of proponents and opponents of the plan, as given in almost every publication. The Mellon Tax Plan is the big domestic question before the country today. Every person asked to cast a vote in The Literary Digest’s poll ought to do so. PREDICTING SEX Of interesting things, there’s never a shortage. A Euro- pean physician claims he can tell the sex of a child several months before birth, by a new blood test. This seems no more implausible than the theory of the circulation of the blood when first advanced by Harvey. A group of mystics, delving in psychic phenomena, claims it has word from the Other Side that a Blue Race is due to appear on earth to share things with the White, Yellow, Red, Black and Brown Races. DECISION WAS FOCH’S Marshal Foch made the decision not to keep the Germans on the run and invade Berlin in 1918, according to Major Gen. Henry T. Allen, former commander of the American Army of Occupation. Pershing and other military heads left the decision to Foch. Foch apparently thought the invasion of Berlin would make too much territory to police. It was one of the most important decisions in history. We wonder if Foch has re- gretted it. SAFETY FIRST Twenty-one thousand Americans will be killed by acci- dents this year while on industrial jobs, warns the National Industrial Conference Board. An additional 9000 employers and self-employed people will be killed. Whether or not your name will be included on this list may “depend largely on your personal caution. Safety appliances help a lot. But constant personal caution is the best safety device. Be as careful, when working around danger, as when driving an auto past a schoolhouse. < “PSYCHOLOGICAL TESTS” Two out of every five American colleges are using “psy- chological tests” to rate the mentality of students, says Proz. R. W. Husband, of Dartmouth. The majority of these tests are foolishly based on the supposition that mental agility— fast thinking—is the greatest brain quality. As a matter of fact, the best brains move slowly, cautiously like an elephant testing the bridge ahead. Gigantic blunders like the World War are the result of fast hinking—snap judgment. PROBLEM ACUTE A young man writes, protesting at the older genera- tion’s notion that the younger generation is “going to the dogs.” He says truthfully that “40 cannot judge 20.” And “he adds the key of the whole situation: “If we do want to enjoy ourselves, it is because we know only too soon we will , and marriage nowadays has not much glamour about ft. Jobs are too hard to get and keep, and there is not much money to be easily made.” . ' ¥ou have noticed the tremendous number.of young ‘ les who find the pocketbook problem so acute that both J band and wife have to work. In a sense they are victims of men whose ambitions, rather than to get a lot of money for themselves, is to prevent others from getting. \ ADVENTURE OF THE TWINS BY OLIVE ROBERTS BARTON Riddle Lad: “Make way “Here comes the cried Humpty Dumpty. everybody!” Nancy and Nick handkerchiefs ang Little blew his horn in greeting. “How do you do, everybody,” call- ed the Riddle Lady cheerily as she stepped out of her coach. “As the riddle today is long, I'l begin at one you will have more time to guess. Boy Blue, 1 have an idea that you may get the prize. Now think hard!” And she began: waved their “I live far away from the city, The country’s the place for me. So please do not think it’s a pity For I'm happy as happy can be. (1 laugh and I laugh at the cute little pigs, their wee whirligigs.) And funny tails like “Pm really a very hard worker, Though I m: eem lazy to you, But I'm not a bit of a shirker, There's so very much work to do. (I chuckle and laugh when the ducks go ‘quack,’ And wiggle their tails so funny in back.) “My shoulders are broad ang lusty, rry just tons of hay, And to show you that I am trusty, have bushels of oats ay. (Did you ever see a brand-new little calf? They're the funniest things, they would make you laugh!) “My hay-mows are roomy and quiet, (But the chicks! Oh, la, they're like powder pufi They would simply be perfect for fairy muffs!) ‘In winter the horses and cattle Stang patiently still in my stalls, While outside the winds roar and rattle, / And the stinging snow drifts as it falls, (And I do feel like patting the hud- dling sheep, Dear things, they are dreaming spring in their sleep!) of With its hubbub and houses and ca For the country is ten times as pretty, And you've room to look up at the stars. (Oh, Mrs, Sheep's funny, so is cross Mr. Ram, But the cutest of all is a new little lamb.)"” “It's a barn!” cried Little Boy Blue. “I know for my haystack is right beside one.” “Right!” declared the Riddle Lady. “Nick, get him his prize. It's a horn.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1924, NEA Service, Inc.) [ Editorial Review | ° THE TAX BURDEN Much has been said and written during ‘the last few months re- garding the taxation situation in North Dakota. Those who are op- posed to the present state adminis- tration have been especially active in charging that administration with adding unduly to the tax bur- dens of the people. Under these circumstances a comparison of the tax situation in Frand Forks coun- ty in 1922 and 1923 may prove of interest, ‘bearing in mind that by no stretch of the imagination can the Nestos administration be held responsible for the 1922 taxes which were assessed under the laws jpassed by the Nonpartisan administration of previous years. Here is what we find: In 1922 state taxes levied ini Grand Forks county amounted to $222,051. In + these were cut to $191,589, a reduction of $30,465. ‘The propor- tionate reduction for the farmers of the county was even greater than this, for in 1922 the levy against the farm lands of the county for state purposes was $141,385 and in 1923 was only $106,- 215, a reduction: of $35,170. This is not all: In 1922 the to- tal levy in the county for county purposes was $308,085, while in 1923 the county levy was cut to $245,233, a reduction of $62,832. The farmers here also reaped the Boy Bluc} stored | | So the hens come to me to lay eggs, But the sillies do make such a riot | The minute they get on their legs! | “Why I wouldn't live in tke city, !ghifting of the | | | BIS Ro UN derful Little Hill-Climber lel a | | A Won Tere DOESN'T Seem % BE MUCH TRAFFIC ALONG HERE ' SATURDAY, ‘FEBRUARY 2, 1924 Published by arrangement with Associated Firet National Pictures, Inc. Watch for the screen version produced by Frank Lloyd with Corinne Griffith as Counte: Zattiany. Copyright 1923 by Gertrude Atherton XX (Continued) “You know what men are. They {tke to call a spade a'spade and be aes to ft. Our sort didn’t have t chance. They couldn't compete. 30, we made up our mindé,to com- pete in the only way possible. We leave off our corsets at dances so they can get a new thrill out of us, then sit in an automobile and drink and have little petting parties of |$wo. And we slip out and.have an jeccasional lark like tonight. We're tot to be worried about, eithe: “Why cryptic after your really (\dmirable frankness? But there’ tlways point beyond which wom- tn never will go when confessing their souls. . . .. I suppose you ‘hink you're as hard as nails. Do You feally imagine that you will iver be able to fall in love and harry and want children?” “Don’t men?” “Ancient standards are not an- Uhilated in one generation.” “There's got to be a\beginning to Werything, hasn't there? One would think the’ world stood still, hear you talk. But anythin tew always makes the fogies sick. “Nothing makes me as sick rour bad manners—you and all rour tribe. Men, least, don’t ose their breeding if they choose 0 sow wild oats. But women go the whole hog or none.” | MY ——/ |chief benefit of this reduction for the tax levied against farm lands for county purposes in 1923 was 364,810 le: than that levied ‘against this class of property for the same purpose the year previ- | ous. | Now who is responsible for this tax burden away from the farmers land? It was the 1923 session of the state legisla- ture, in which the Independents had rhajorities in both houses, and , Which revised the state tax laws so as to cut the taxable value of farm lands about 25 per cent and thus removing a part at least of ‘the financial load from the farmers backs. ‘Certainly no sane man in North Dakota will deny that under the conditions which ‘have prevailed during the last two years it is the farming class which is in the great- est need of having the financial load lightened. This was the view taken of the matter by the Inde- pendent legislators at the Jast ses- sion, and was the cause of the re- vision of the tax laws which had been passed by the Nonpartisen’ league, and which whatever their. intention may have been placed’a far heavier burden on farm prop- erty, than on city property throughout the state. — Grand Forks Herald. Attention, Pasto Burn, Yorkshire, Eng—Speaking of “pillars of the church’—. Well, consider Benjamin Gregory, 84-year- old warden and chorister in the par- ish here. He has attended services at least 6650 times in 64 years, And that means he has walked approxi- mately 25,000 miles to and from his devotional exercises. At least that’s the way the village statisticians figure it. Every Sunday he’s at his regular place in the choir loft. And year in and year out, he’s the rector’s “mainstay.” And Then He Hit Him ‘ BUTCHER—My son—the one that used to help me in the shop herc— he’s gone in for boxing. Won a championship, too! : CUSTOMER—Ay, I remember him. I suppose he'll have won the light- weight championship?—London Mail. Can't All Be Guilty A man whe broke into a house recently took nothing but a grapho- phone. All the neighbors now are under suspicion—Humorist (Lon-|, don). LETTER FROM BEATRICE GRIM- SHAW TO HER FRIEND, SALLY ATHERTON MY DEAR SALLY: I do not know just what you want me to say to you; in fact, neither do I know just what I want to say to you. Three months ago I would have been very sure of exactly the kind of advice you needed, but now, my dear, I am a little hazy about it. All of which makes me feel, after all, perhaps, advice is a very silly thing to give. Your letter came to me at a time when I was very much mixed up in my mind about the whole subject, of which you seem to be in doubt. Before Dick went to California I was sure that in all this world there was but one man for one woman, and only one woman for one man. Now I have almost come to the conclusion that any woman is made for any man. If:a man. and woman come together and they have . the same tastes and interests it is only a question of time when they will think that at-least they have found their true, mate. Of course, it is’@ poetic and con- soling thought and somewhat egotis- tical as well, to think that Fate has a particular interest in you, and that when one falls in love with someone who seems to return that love in kind, it titilates one’s pride. That Fate has brought together the only : ; SA o Ta; two people in the universe who are in accord, is a pleasant thought. Now I am not so sure of this. Our overcrowded divorce courts attest; that mistakes are made by poor,! blinded humanity in the matrimonial | selection sweepstakes, quite as often as it makes in any of the other af- fairs of life. When Dick went to California we both felt we could not endure a long separation. It was decided between us that just as soon as he got settled I was to go to him. Arrivingsthere, however, he immediately became ab- sorbed in his new work. This I per- ceived from his first letter was the most novel and exciting he had ever known. It took him also into a com- pletely new life. He met people— men and women—the like of whom he had never met before. His mind was stimulated by con- tact with other minds whose view- points on all questions were entirely different from; his. His were stirred by the sight of women: whose beauty is exotic dnd fascinat- ing as a new, hitherto undreamed of flower. . From the first I saw that a com- plete change had come into his out- look upon life, and although I tried to follow him, it was impossible for/ me to do so, Consequently, we have ome to the parting of the ways. "Sally, I have just received a very isquieting telegram from Dick. ill finish this letter tomorrow. BEE, rane : ... PAPER CHANGES HANDS... Dan Dobb Buys This Big Newspaper Herewith we beg to announce purchase of this big newspap We us ase” ad- visedly h has yet been paid. We have none at the mo- ment. But we have’ lots of credit. ‘The former owner gets no cash and we get the credit, as it were. ‘Also, with this issue, the paper changes its name to Dan . Dobb's Daily. This being leap-year any young woman may prepose another change. a No change of policy is intended. Our fearlessness of consequences is notorious. We don’t:care who laughs at us. As usual we shall poor, overworked pun. As usual we shall befriend the poor, overworked pun. We shall pursue erack to its lair. No lordly phrase has any more chance with us than the lowliest noun. We believe the paragraph mightier than the swordfish. ‘Our motto shall be: That's a darn 00d one. AUTO NOTES, More than 2,000,000 Fords made. That's no joke. —~ FASHIONS. The pleat is dead. Long live the hemstitch. ee befriend ‘the every wise is STYLES. Bib pockets will be very popular, suys style ‘hints. Yes for flasks. : COMICS. To approach a senator walk up and ask: “What are you investigating?” This failing, ask, “What are you un- der investi DAN DOBB'S KITCHEN. One way of setting yourself in solid with the wife is to run off in the morning without scraping eggs out of the frying pan. FOREIGN NEWS. A Frenchman ‘has an auto that runs on charcoal. Americans have Fords that run on credit. EDITORIAL, Spring and fall are the worst sea- sons for Congress. The weather is so hot in summer we cuss it instead of Congress. In winter it is so cold we cuss winter instead of Congress. But in the spring and fall we have no weather that needs cussing so,we blame things on. Congress, HEALTH HINTS. A man flew an a pasteboard air- plane at Topeka, Kas., but it is not a very healthy: habit. CLUB NOTES. A woman in Campton, N. H., has a rolling pin 145 years old which she uses daily. No doubt the pin owes its useful old age to the fact that it is used on dough-instead of hus- bunds. Some rolling pins are used on ‘husbands to get dough, but such pins don’t last long unless the husband is soft-headed instead of hard-headed. Most husbands are hard-headed. WASHINGTON NEWS. Wild horses are becoming a nui- sance in Oregon, and dark horses are a nuisance in Washington. BEAUTY SECRETS, Taunton (Mass.) woman of 69 lost a man when he kicked because she wanted to bob her hair. Girls will be girls. MUSIC NOTES. Chicago doctor used music for an anesthetic while operating on @ wo- man, Maybe the kind of music that puts one to sleep. “ BY CONDO ce s}RESTAURANT,) I2ZsO54R.M5 YOU MIGHT AS WELL KSEP YOUR HAT ON ¥ FOR ANYTHING GLSE SEG No SVIDSNCS HAT XKOUR HEAD IS Good | “I see that you are even sillier “Other times, other manners. We make our own, and you have to put up with them whether you like & or not. See?” than I thought. You need nothing fo much as a sound spanking.” “He went forward and raised her hand to his lips.” * “Your own manners are none too good. You've handed me one in- sult after another.” “I've merely talked to you as !your father would if he were not blind. Besides, it would probably make you sick to be ‘respected.’ Come along. We'll go round to a Garage and get a taxl. Why on earth didn’t you ring for a taxi from Farren’s?” “I tried to, but it’s an apartment house and there was no one down stairs to make the connection. Too late. So I footed it.” She yawned prodigiously. ‘I'm ready at last for my little bunk. Hope you've en- joyed this more than I have. You'd be a scream at a petting party,” Clavering paid his small account and they issued into the storm once more. It was impossible to talk. In the tax! she went to sleep. Thank Heaven! He had had enough of her. Odious brat. More than once he had had a sudden vision of Mary Zattiany during that astonishing conversation at the counter. The “past” she had sug- gested to his tormented mind was almost literary by contrast. She, herself, a queen granting favers, beside this little fashionable near- strumpet, They didn’t breathe the same air, nor walk on the same plane. Who, even if this ttle fool were merely demi-vierge, would hesitate between them? One played the game in the grand manner, the other like a glorified gutter-snipe. But he was thankful for the diver- sion, and when he reached his own What in God’s name would they talk about? Politics? Books? Art? Banalities! . . . . he'd kolf a mind to go to Florida after al’ or join Jim Oglethorpe in t Carolina: he had a standing in. ..u- tion . . , he'd return by the next train; he'd felt as if existing in @ vacuum all day. oe When he reached his rooms he found his problem solved for the moment—possibly. A telephone slip informed him that Madame Zattlany would be at home, and a * note from Mrs. Oglethorpe enclosed tickets for her box at the opera that night. If she would only go!, He called the house. The butle: answered and retired to summ Madame Zattfany. Her voice came clear, and cool over the telephone. He invited her to go to Sherry’s for dinner and to hear Farrar in “But- terfly” afterward. “I must tell you that we shall sit in a box,” he add- ed. “Mrs. Oglethorpe’s.’ “Oh!" There was a pause that seemed eternal. Then she laughed suddenly, a laugh of intense amuse- ment that ended on a note of reck- lessness. “Well! Why not? Yes, I will go. Very many thanks.” ‘ reat It means an early dinner. "ll call for you at a quarter seven.” ass “I'm promp{ness itself. Au ‘voir. So that was that! Ome night’s respite. He'd leave her at her door, He wondered if his voice had been as impersonal as her own: he had almost barked into the telephone and had probably overdone it, But was any man ever in such a ghast- ly position before? Well, he'd lose the game before he'd make a fool of himself again. . . . Ass he'd had the game in his own hands last night . . . could have switched off any moment”? He'd let go and delivered himselt into hers: He took a cold shower, and made a meticulous toilet. When he arrived at the house he Was shown into the drawing-room. He had never seen it before and he glanced about him with some cur osity. It was a period room: Loui *} Quinze. The furniture looked as it made of solid gold and Madame Du Barry herself might have sat on the. dainty brocades. The general effect was airy and graceful, gay, frivolous, and subtly vicious, (An emanation to which the chaste Vic. torian had been impervious.) He understood why Madame Zattiany did not use it. She might be subtly anything, but assuredlv she wa, neither airy nor frivojgiige, Then he realized that there was a painting of a girl over the mantel and that the girl was Mary Ogden. He stepped forward eagerly, almost holding his breath. The portrait ended at the tiny waist, and the stiff satin of the culrass-like bodice was softened with tulle which seemed to float about the sloping shoulders, The soft ashen hair, growing in a deep point on. the broad, full brow, was brushed soft- ly back and coiled low on the long, white neck. The mouth was soft and pouting, with a humorous quir! at the corners, and the large, dark’ gtay eyes were full of a mocking light that seemed directed straight into the depths of his puzzled brain as he stood gazing at that present- ment of a once potent and long vanished beauty. . . . Extraor- dinarily like and yet so extraordi- narily unlike! But the resem-y, blance may have well been exact when Mary Zattiany was twenty. How had Mary Ogden looked at thirty? That very lift of the strong chin, that long arch of nostril... . something began to beat in the back of his brain. . . . “What a beauty poor Mary must have been, no?” He turned and forgot the por- trait. Madame Zattiany wore a gown of that subtle but unmistal able green that no light can tur blue; thin shimmering velvet to the knees, melting into satin em- broidered with silver and veiled with tulle. On her head was a bed he fell asleep. immediately and did not turn over for seven hours. XXt » had informed Madame Zatti, asi, + butler over. the telephone that he would éall-that evening at half- past nine, but he returned to ‘his rooms after a day at the office with lagging steps. He dreaded another evening in that library by the fire. It was beyond his tmagination to foresee how she would treat him, what role she. would choose to play, and although he was grimly deter- mined to play whatever role she assigned to him (for thé present!), he hated the prospect. Hg was in no mood for a “game.” This woo- ing was liké nothing his imagina- tion had ever prefigured. To be put on trial . . . to-sit with the woman In the great golitude of ‘the house. and the very air vibrat- ing between them . . .. or froz- en .'. . self-conscloys as a schoolboy up for inspection’. . . afraid of making e false move. ... small diamond tiara and her breast was a blaze of emeralds and dia- monds. She>carried a large fan of green feathers. He had believed he had meag tured the extent of her beauty, but. the crown gave her a new radiance) and’ she looked as attainable as @ queen on her throné. He went forward and raised her - hand ‘to his lips. “I insist,” id gallantly, “Anything else would be out of the picture. I need not tell you how wonderful you look— nor that after tonight you will hardly remain obscure!” “Why. do things halfway? It hi never been my method. And Ma: told me once that Nilegreen had ‘been her favorite color until she lost her complexion. So—as 1 am to exhibit myself in a box—enfin! Besides, 1 wanted to go. She smiled charmingly. “It w: most kind of you to think of me.” “Would that all ‘kind’ acts were as graciously rewarded. I shall bs insufferably conceited’for the rest of my life—only it is doubtful if T shall be seen at.all. Shall we go?” *. (To Be Continued) ‘Prince, Her “Sweetheart” London—There’s one little maiden “|who admits she’s in love with the Prince of Wales. And she doesn’t hesitate to tell, you she’s: going to “marry” him‘some-day. The prince, it seems, won her affections ducing @ visit to the children’s ward at the Royal Northern Hospital. And his highnese thinks a lot of her, tog. He called her the “smartest girl inashe room.” But there’s not much danger of an early, wedding. Fi one is just 4, si dated bs