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Soo e741) Daily by mail, per year (in Bis 7.20 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) WOODROW WILSC The nation mourns the death of Woodrow Wilson. One of the leaders of the nation in its time of greatest stress has passed. His indomitable spirit remained until the end, and it held together the slender thread of life beyond the expectations of his close friends, as it sustained him in| « his trials while the nation was at war. American must feel a sense of personal loss, tor Mr. son, like Mr. Harding and many*of his predecessors, gave his life in the service of the nation as its leader. A man of robust health when he went into the presidency, Woodrow Wilson left the White House broken physically. Mr. Wilson never stinted in his labors while the nation’s chief executiv Benevolent criticism was offered by his friends of the seeming effort of the late President to embrace in the scope of his efforts more than was humanly possible; less friendly persons saw in his close application to detail the fault of an inherent autocratic and suspicious nature which prevented him from placing with diseretion and care the trust which must be placed by a President in his aids. Be that as it ‘may, the lofty purpose of Woodrow Wilson, his burning devotion to the service of his people, the sincerity of his application to his tasks, can not and will not be ques tioned. Mr. Wilson was carried to his great office by the might of his intellect. He rose to prominence through the school room and became nationally known among educators and intellectuals as the President of Princeton University. It was while he was in this service that William McCombs saw in him a future President. Mr. Wilson entered politics as a candidate for Governor of New Jersey and was elected. On the record made in that office he became a candidate for the Presidency and through the defection in the Repub- lican party was elected in 1912. Again he was chosen in 1916, No President met greater trials than did Woodrow Wil- son. Domestic policies, a period of depression, the difficul- ties with Mexico, the World War and the making of peace were met by him. He, too, was burdened by personal sor- row in the death of his first wife in the White House. It is the course of Woodrow Wilson in-war and in the making of peace that will furnish the basis for history’s estimate of him. He rose to heights never before attained by an American President in the esteem of the world when he based the war and the peace to be made upon moral grounds alone. That he receded from the pinnacle he reached in the world’s estimation is a’ fact; history of the future perhaps will more correctly index the cause. Whether Wood- row Wilson could not accomplish what appeared to be a super-human task, whether the frailties of even such an intellectual giant could not encompass the entire situation or whether his analytical mind delved too deep for the people of the world to follow him—these are questions which will only be answered with accura when future years have unfolded the stirring events of his life before unbiased eyes. Mr. Wilson displayed in all of his official life a resolute spirit to de what he believed was the right thing to do, to pursue the course he believed was best for the nation, and he was not fearsome of the criticism of his fellows in so doing. His voice was powerful in the cause of humanity. His labors in behalf of the people were manifold. His mem- ory will be fittingly honored by the people of the nation. FOLEY DAY North Dakota today honors her poet laureate—James W. Foley. Bismarck takes a particular pride in the observance of the day, because it was here that Mr. Foley began the work which has brought him country-wide fame. The gen- uine humaness of his writings and the deep note of sincerity pervading his poems have caught the fancy and admiration of countless thousands. Mr. Foley stands out as North Dakota’s leader in the art of letters, and it is fitting that | annually the state should do him homage. | * HOW TQ ORATE News seems to be chiefly a record of Terrible Predica- ments. Now, about the worst predicament the average man ever finds himself in, is when he is called on to make a speech: So the subject is worthy of discussion. Not one person in a hundred is a “natural born orator.” The rest of us have cold chills, mental vacancy and very dry throats when the official executioner—the chairman of the meeting—turns his relentless eye our way and announces that we are next. us impromptu. And almost as bad when we have been given advance notice, for most of our carefully-thought-out clever yemarks vanish from memory as we rise scowlingly, nerv- | ously,’ t6 our feet and swallow. ~ Actors call this “lack of | stage-presence.” * The speaker, when nervous, usually is teo self-conscious. He’s, afraid of disgracing himself. It will help a lot if he keeps:in mind that 99 out of 100 in the audience have just as great-a dread of making speeches. The expectant, joyful look on their faces is not in anti- cipation: of what they are about to hear. No, it’s just glee that someone else is the goat. They appreciate your plight. They are sympathetic and tolerant, and don’t expect too much;#0 why be nervous? | Speech-making at its best is dull, and especially so when John; Barleyeorn is not present to liven things up. od a . Three good jokes will “save” the worst speaker. Fgpeeches are too long. If you want the secret thanks of. your listeners, make your talk short. The shortér, the ADVENTURE OF 7 THE TWINS . BY OLIVE ROBERTS BARTON i “I wonder who is going to guess | y new riddle?” d_ the Riddle |! S. | ick and I will s hard as, can, won't we, ick?" answered | “We just love riddles! | all) love riddles!” said the Riddle Land folk and the Mother Goose people crowding closer, “Well th one is hard,” warned } the Riddle A think phard.” And she began i} “Are you a jumping rope up in the | ky, ‘That t's children use? If that's w you are 1 should like | to kifow why, You are colored such marvelous hues, { “Or ure you at where the lit: j pattering o'er the sea, THE BISMARCK: TRIBUNE se if you are, 1 will send for | a star, i And have them bring one down to} me. | | ‘Or perhaps it may he you're | the magical 1, i That divides earth from far fairy: | Jand, | And through your wide portals th wee fairies march, H Yo the tune of the fairy king's | band 4 Or per y the awning the; fuiries ud out To protect, fairyland from the rain, Your stripes must be water-proof, 1} have no doubt, The way your bright main colors re-! | “Or is it a fact that your colors do! run, i And drops of them fall on the | flowers? i For they always seem brighter when | out comes the sun, H | After it hus been raining | for hours, ' “And is it quite true that a large pot of gold Is buried where you ground? touch the} Did pirates dig there when they wandered of old, | And bury the treasure © they’d found? “What are you, oh heautiful how i the sky, A mushroom or great parsal? I never see you when the weather is dry, brain most of Ss omy sked Greedy id that I could eat it with pepper and salt,” “No!l’ the Riddle Lady shook her head. | “Is it a Chinese bridge?” asked Bobby Shaftoe. “If it is [ shall walk the ocean after this because “That's not it, either.” “It's a rainbow, isn’t it?” Nick. “Why, of course it is,” cried every: body. “It’s as easy as pie when jow the answer, “It’s a rain-| said bow , that’s right!” said the Rid- he prize is an um- Nick, and if you don't use give it to Nancy.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1924, NEA Service, Inc.) t Edito: See Editorial Review | ° SOMETHING TO THINK AnocT! In announcing the closing of three of its millg in this state the Russell-Miller Milling Co. brings up certain points, upon which it might be well for the voters of North Dakota to reflect. The growing tendency to cut down overhead costs by the cen- tralizing of industry ig undoubted- ly among the factors which\have led to the company’s decision. In the milling industry, Buffalo is rapidly growing in importance ana ‘the general trend of the industry is in that direction and away from the Northwest which has been its | Biola LETTER FROM BEATRICE GRIM- | SHAW’ TO SALLY ATHER- TON, CONTINUED “When I stopped writing you yes: terday, Sally dear, it was because I had just received a wire from Dick, saying he was coming east with Paula Perier, and he wanted me to meet them in Chicaga. He asked that I answer the message immediately For a little while, Sally, I did not know what to do. I am quite. sure that Dick is in love with this moving picture actress who seems to fascin- ate all men. Of course I am too proud to keep him if he be in love with another woman. Because of a foolish vanit; on my part I suppose I want to dis. miss him in my own way and at my own time. At least I do not wan‘ to go to Chicago to he COmpared with Paula Perier. I am sure that Dick will think it is because I do not want to meet her and will put it down to jealousy, but I will have to risk be- ing misunderstood. Men hardly ever understand the feelings- of a woman toward “the other woman.” I have come ’to think, Sally, that when a man gets to the point where he wants to be off with the old love and on with the new, most women are perfectly willing to let him go, provided they can do so without shattering their pride, But you see, both the man’and the wo- man in the case want to make the érs. who are naturally gifted to “talk by the yard’ sfead an impression that to read a speech is Wad form. The audience wants to get the ordeal over’ ,, ¥ world fee] that he or she is the one who is tired. ¥ou didn’t think I was as smajl this, did you, Sally? I didn’t think so either bit, after all of the protes- x ‘in ‘trade has made it impossible to to bring about in connection with the Russell-Miller establishments | than six cats fighting on one loud- before branching ont further in| Speaker, i r| state owned enterprises. There is]. There is something strange about a tendency towards the centraliza-| Congress investigating a noise trust. tion of business which is likely to] Maybe Congress is jealous. work to the disadvantage ®f North JAIL NEW o@ WNESIGATON Op, . IREXICAN RELATOAs) ~” ifs 6001 Time SHE WAS SERVING SOMETHING FROM SOME OF THESE DISHES | | i _ Bubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble center in years past. The Russell- Miller concern indicates that it has been forced to fall in with this trend in order to meet the compe- ‘tition of other companies. i It is also indicated py the com- , nowever, that one of the chief reasons for the closing ofthe three mills is the competition ich has een furnished by the North Da- kota state owned mill, which has cut heavily into the trade of the private companies in this and ad- joining states. Thia reduction of —BIG NOISE Howls Can’t Trust} a Trust Senator Howell's recent radio howl is creating statie among the bozos who deal in big noises. Federal Trade Commission ask# Congress to investigate charges of a radio trust. Take it from Dan Dobb's | Doily, there are not many trusts you | can trust. But you can trust Con- | giess in an investigation, You can’ trust Congress to mal | Howell operate at a profit the number of mills previously maintained in North Dakota. Consequently three of them are to be closed. Now the state mill in Grand Forks is an established fact, ‘but it might be well for the people of the state to give some thought to the situation which it has helped e more noise | A girl bandit was caught in Cleve- lund. ‘This one used a gun, but all of them don’t. WEATHER. . It got so cold in New Englana recently all the girls were shimmy- ing without trying. SPORTS. Dakota. Is it wise to add to this pe Do we wish to assist in d i te ‘buainess enter- prises, which have been heavy tax payers and large employers of labor out of the state by embark- ing in ftirther experiments of pub- lic ownership? — Grand Forks; «A college education kept me from Herald. ‘ getting a job,” says Miller Huggins. SS But even in sports*if 2 man works ° ° an outgrow a college educa- Ihard he | |tion. Look to the future folks. Don’t @j let having a college education dis- courage you. S€IENCE SECRETS. “A glance at the sky shows the stars are not. all alike,” says science ¥ . A glance at Hollywood di- voree figures shows he is right. BRO. DOBB'S KITCHEN. A THOUGHT A man that hath friends must) shew himself friendly; and there is| a friend that sticketh closer than a; brother.—Proy. 18:24. 4 faithful There are three friends! —an old wife, an old dog and ready! Put hair oil in the mayonnaise money.—Benjamin Franklin, and it may go to your head. stint De es, EDITORIAL. The Pritee’s Cottaxe Bok is spending about $800,000 for LONDON—The Prince of Wales| Peace. Many a married man would spend more than this for peace if has contributed 50 pounds toward | MADE: ON RADIO— he. had it. peace being being to mak always is a Peace is There is a grea made, but very little But any honest effort worthy. peace shortage. deal ot There Even Ford couldn't make enough to sup- ply the demand. HOT NEWS. Orange (Calif.) thieves who stole having a Boys who hot time. $1,000 worth of chili pepper ‘must be SCHOOL NEWS. got caught trying to blow up a school need io be taught a lesson, play arou Henry MUSIC NOTES. All a musician does for a living is nd. SOCIETY. Ford recentiy school. Maybe he is going to hold a! spelling bee there all by himself. bought 4 ’ spelling bee, as you know, is not a Lee that spells. Go to the head of the class Henry: Send yourself home if you don’t study. HEALTH HINT. Calling a bigger man a Har is not healthy, BEAUTY SECRET. Let your clothes get ‘on the bum and you ‘ire the bum. Bt POLITICAL NEWS. Some senators don’t want George Federal Christian on the Commission. Mebbe a would help ‘em, , Whi Trade Christian a Persistent Cuss! MOTHER—Mary, you let Reggie 0 y too late last night. ock when he ‘went. It was 1 DAUGHTER—But you told me I must give him time to propose. “Yes, but five hours BY “Well, mother, “you know he stutters.” — Passing “Show (Lon- don,) the cost of a cottage which is being | built for the oceupancy of a dis-! bled ex-service man and his fam: ily, Four such ‘houses already have been built by Princ a WOOR) DINNER © a tations on © Dick's part, “which he! made as often publically as-to me alone, it hurts my pride grievously | to know that, so soon afterward he} has transferred that thing which he ‘signates as love to some other wo- man. i I know that now, when Dick thinks of me, it is with a feeling of discon- tent, which, although he has tried to keep a descriptian of it ont.of his} letters, I have come more and more to read through all the lines. | | Now, Sally,- comes the dreacful art of my story. I find that I am ike the proverbial dog in the man- ger. Although I cannot have Dick, although he has lost his particular interest in me, I do not want him to be interested in anyone else. Can you imagine that of me? I am not, jealods of Paula Perier, but I am jealous of Dick’s love. You see, Sally, my problem in love could | be written on. the other side of your shield. You want to leave Sam, be- cause you are interested in someone | much younger than youvself, You! wan to leave that young man_he- cause you do not want to fall in love with him to such an extent that you will consider “was it all well lost for’ love?” * I'want to keep Dick, not because I particularly care for him anf more,"but because I hate to send him out of my life. Z can réadily see‘in, my present state of mind that'I am not a good adviser for you on the subject, and so I am just going to say that after: I have decided my own course of action I will write you again. Lovingly, x HAVEN'T [Fini SHSD tie Sh (Copyright, 1924, NEA Service, I | NOuP FINISHED CATING | EVERETT TRUE BYCONDO | (Ry, -MistTeR, HAVE fe ee “MONDAY, FEBRUARY 4, 1924 Pictures, Inc. Watch for the Lloyd with Corinne Griffith XX1 (Contnued) When they arrived at Sherty’s they found the large restaurant al- most deserted. It was barely seven, After he had ordered the dinner— and he thanked his stars that he knew how to order a dinner—ah2 anid casually: , \ “I had a call fom your friend, Miss Dwight, today.” } “Yes? You did not see her, I | suppose? “Oh, but I did. We talked--tor two hours. It was almost comical —the sheer delight in talking to a | woman once more. I have never [been what is called a woman's woman, but I always. had my friends, and I suddenly realized that I had missed my own sex.” a shouldn't, fancy that you two would haye much in common.” “You forget that we were both nurses. We compared experiences: metheds of nursing, operations, doctors, surgeons, shell shock, plas- tic surgery, the various character- istics of wounded men—all the rest of it.” “It must have been an exciting conversation ” “You neve» could be brought to believe it, out it was. Afterward, we talked of other things. She seems to’me quite a remarkable woman.” “Entirely so. What is it she lacks that prevents men from fall- ing in love with her? Men flock there, and she is more discussed as a mind and a personality than any woman among us; but it is all above the collar. Andyyet those handsome-ugly women often capti- vate men.” “You ask one woman why anoth- er cannot fascinate men! I should say that it is for want of transmis- sion. The heart and paasion-are there—I will risk guessing that she has been tragically in love at} least once—but there is somethipg wrong with the conduit that carries | Sexual magnetism; it has been bent upward to fhe brain instead of di- rected straight to the sex for which it was designed. Moreover, she is too coldly ang obvidusly analytical and lacks the tact to conceal It. .Men do not mind being skewered when they are out for purely in- tellectual enjoyment, but they do not love it.” Clavering laughed. “I fancy your own mind is quite as~Coldly | analytical, but nature took care of your conduits and you see to the tact. You cannot teach Gora how to redistribute her magnetism, but you might give her a few points.” “They would be wasted. It 1s merely that I am a woman of the world, something she will never be. And in my hey-day, I can assure you, I was not analytical.” “Your hey-day?” ts “I was a good many years young: er before the war, remember. Heavens! How rowdy those young people are! A month ago I shonld have asked if they were ladies and gentlemen, but I have been quite close to their kind in the tea rooms and their accent is unmistakable; although the girls talk and act like gamines. One of them seems to know you.” Clavering had heen conscious groups and coupfes, bound, : no doubt, for the opera or theatre. He followed Madame Zattiany’s eyes. In the middle of the rogm was a} large table. surrounded. ‘by very | young men and girls; the latter. as | fragile and. lovely as _butterfiles: that pathetic and swiftly passing youth of the too pampered® Amer!- can girl. The youth of this gener- ation promised to be briefer than ever! t He gave them a cursory glance, and then his chair turned to pins. Janet ‘Oglethorpe sat at the head of the table, What would the brate @o? She had been fond of him as a child, but as he had folnd her detestable in her flapperhood, and been at no pains to conceal his at- titude, she had taken a violent dis- like to him:. Last night he bad de- Mberately flicked her on the raw. He was not long in doubt. She had teturned hig perfunctory bow with a curt nod, and after a. brief interval—daring which she appear- ed to be making a communication that was received with joyous hi- ‘larity—she: left her seat and ran facross the room. She might have ‘teen in her’own house for ‘all the notice she took of the restaurant's | other guests. 4 “Clayering roge and grimly await- | ed the o! ght. Even the wait- j ers were staring, but for the mo- | ment only at the flashing little fig- Pure whose checks matched to a shade the American Beauty rose of her wisp of a gown. e Her big black eyes were spe) king wickedly, her vivid little mouth wore a twist that can only be described as a grin. She‘ had come for ker revenge.” io. doubt of that. ! : 4 She bore down on him, and shook his unresponsive hand heart- ily. “I've been telling them how dear and noble you were last night, that the restaurant.was filling with dear Mr, Clavering, just like a real Published by arrangement with Associated First National 1 reen version produced.by Frank. i Countess Zattiany. Copyright 1923 by Gertrude Atherton ‘ uncle, or what any one would ex pect of one of granny’s pets. No doubt you saved my life and honor, and I want to tell the world.” Hert crisp clear voice was pitched in G. It carried from end to end of the silent room, “Would that I were your uncle! Won't you sit down? I believe that you have not met Madame Zat- tiany,” ~ Miss Oglethorpe had not cast a glance at her victim's companion, asstming her to be some writing person; although he did once in awhile take out Anne Goodrich or Marian Lawrence: old girls—be- ing all of twenty-four—in whom she took no interest whatever. She half turned her head with a barely perceptible nod. The tail of her eye was arrested. She swung round and stared, her mouth open., For the moment she was abashe whatever else she may have sub- merged, her caste instinct remain- ed intact and for a second she had the unpleasant sensation of stand- ing at the bar of her entire class. But she recovered immediately. Grandes dames were out of date. Even her mother had worn her skirts to her knees a short time since. What fun to “show this left-over.” And then her spiteful naughtiness was magnified by an- ger. Madame Zattiany had inclin- ed her head graciously, but made no attempt to conceal her amuse: ment. “Yes, I'll sit down, Thanks.” She produced a cigarette and lit it. “Granny's got a lot.of ancient pho- tographs of her girlhood friends,” she remarked with her insolent eyes on Madame Zattiany, “and one of them's enough like you to ba you masquerading in the get-up of the eighties. Comes back to ime. Just before mother left I heard her discussing you with a bunch of her friends. Isn't there some mystery or other about you?” “Yes, indeed! Is {t not so?” Madame Zattiany addressed her glowering host, her eyes twinkling. It was evident that she regarded this representative of the new or: der with a scientific interest, as it it were a new sort of bug and her- self an entomologist.. “Probably,” she added indulgently, “the most mysterious woman ip New York. What would you call an-adven- turess if you were not too young to be uncharitable. Mr. Clavering is kind enough! to take me on trust.” “‘God! Life must have been dull for girls in his day!’” / Miss Oglethorpe’s wrath waxed. This creature of an obsolete order had the temerity to laugh at her. Moreover— She flashed a glance from Clavering’s angry anxious face to the beautiful woman oppo- site, and a reai color blazed in her cheeks. But she sumihoned a sneér. ss “Noble again! Has he told you of our little adventure last night?” “Last night?” A flicker crossed the serenity of Madame Zaftianay’s face. “But no. I do not fancy Mr. Clavering is in the habit of telling his little adventures.” ““Oh, he wouldn't. Old stand- ards. Southern chivalry. All the rest of it. That's why he’s gran- ny’s-model youpg man. Well, I’ll tell you"— “You've been drinking again,” hissed Clavering. “Of course. Cocktail party at Donny's”— “Well, modérate your voice, It 1gn’t necessary to take the entire room into your confidence. Better still, go back to your qwn table.” She raiged her voice. “You see, Madame Zattiany, I was running round loose at abgut one o'clock A. M. when whom should J run into but dear old Uncle Lee. He look- ed all shot to pieces, when he saw me. Girls in his day. didn’t stay out late unless they had a beau. Ten o'clock was the limit, anyhow. But did he také ‘advantage of my unprotected maiden innocence? Net he. He stood there in the snow and delivered a lecture on the error of my ways, then .took me to @ delicatessen shop—afraid af compromising himself in a res- taurant—and stuffed me with sand- wiches and bananas. Even there, while we were perchd on two high stools, he didn’t make love to me as any ‘human man would have done. He jugt ate sandwiches and lectured. God! Life must have been dull for girls in his day!” (To Be Continued) Fuel in Mid-Alr PARIS—At Le Bourget flying ground an airplane was teplenish- ed with petrol in ful) ftignt at a height of 900) Met by another \air- plane, ‘The second machine ap- proached the first to within 90 feet. A flexible pipe was thrown out, and the end was caught by the Passenger. of the first. machine, The , whole operation lasted five min- utes. 1 4 mA, 1 f q f ' \ ‘ A i , ” ( \ *