The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, February 15, 1926, Page 4

PAGE FOUR _ The Bismarck Tribune An Independent Newspaper THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) | Published by the Bismarck Tribune Coanany, | Bismarck, N. D., and entered at the postoffice at Bismarck, as second cla: ail matter. George D, Mann President and Publisher s Payable in Advance Waily by carrier, per year : Daily by mail, per year, (in Daily by mail, per year, (in state outs Bismarck). Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota. Member Audit Bureau of Circulation $7.20 7.20 ismarck).... Member of The Associ cciated Press exclusively entitled to the epublication of all news dispatches credited «‘ ot otherwise credited in this paper, and also the Ic news of spontaneous origin published here- in All rights of republication of all other matter herein are also reserved, ited Press The use for to it or Foreign Representatives G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY fe} DETROIT ae Bldg. | | | | Fifth Ave. Bldg. tate and County Ne We're All Poets, But We Hope A young man staggered into a New York police station the other night and blurted out that he had taken poison. At the hespital it was found that he spoke the truth, and that it was too late to do anything about it. So they started to e sheaf of notes he held crumpled in cne h The young a poet—a poet of more in- spiration than ability, apparently. He had failed to make the grade. One of his not aid that he had been “left out in the cold in a golden world that was made for a chosen few.” Another note confessed, “Tam, in every true sense of the word, a failure.” Probably there is no grown person in the coun- try who has not, at some time or another, let hi mind rest for an nt or two on the a of ‘sui: i Por all ef us times, have the feeling that left out in the ecld; and death seems such asy solution for our troubles. But. most of us don’t take it. Instead we find some way to push down the discouragement and un- | happiness, we tighten our lips and decide to keep | | | amine a a sure on living for a while, For we are incurable optimists. poet in New York was, in a Vv that was so cruel to him—he knew th: a “golden world,” even though he he so only to Even the young ‘cr the w it was really It that it could And we are Like him 4 neverthe! feel nt to be swect and joyous th ms of our hearts we hope, blindly, that somehow we can win through to a com- plete realization of all that it can be. | Sometimes this deeply buried hope fools us, lead- ing us on through an interminable welter of con- fused aspirations and frustrated ambitions, and never letting us reach mere than a glimpse of the dazzle of this golden world. But always it leads us. And this is very for- tunate. For all of the progress of the world can be traced to this blind, unconquerable hope. . = Perhaps the cave men had some notion of a golde world where wild beasts would not always ‘be a menace and famine would net kill whole tribes every lean year Probably the early Mediterranean explorers pushed their frail cockle-shells around the” corners of dark Europe in the hope that some sort of golden world might spring into being in new lands that were not cast in the groove of the old ones, Surely this hope lighted the eyes ef the hosts of men who have given their lives for liber und freedom. The pioneers have always known "i martyrs without number To be sure, not all of us can reach a full enjoy- ment of this golden world, for it does sometimes seem to be reserved for the chosen few. But, though we may not realize it, our struggles for it, our insistent hope that it does truly e re bring- ing nearer and nearer the time when everyone on earth can enjoy i And in that day even disappointed poets won't think of suicide. few. a very 1 nted, w hott and Wants Rejoicing at Funeral A Cincinnati man, dying, left orders that $106 of his estate should be spent to furnish music for his funeral and to provide a luncheon for the singers | and for his friends. Nothing unusual in that, on the face of it. emn feasts and wailing dirges hav elaborate funerals ever since the days of Homer. But this Cincinnati man reversed the usual idea. Instead cf an occasion of mourning, he wanted the | lunchecn to be a time of mirth and smiles; and he asked that the music sung at his funeral be of a light, cheerful nature. The whole ceremony, he thought, should be a festival of rejoicing. That's news because it’s unusual. But have the right id 4 * To answer such a question is to take all ‘our no- tions abcut life and death out of the musty cleset, where we ordinarily keep them, and examine them thoroughly. # is largely because our notions on those mat-\ ters are so confused that the funeral is ordinarily a time of such unrestrained grief. We know that i: is sweet to be alive. The fine joys of human friendships, the pleasures of walk- ing in the streets and mingling with other men and women, the struggles and victories and defeats that make up the daily routine—these things, for most of us, are good, and when oné of us is called to leave them all and go, we do not know where, we grieve. For we can see surely only that our * friend has had to give up life in exchange for some- ‘ thing that may be better—and may not. - And. so, when a man requests that there be no Sol- did he | reindeer will be safe. ito build up the state 7 I do not know what it will mean, exactly, but I am | sure that it will mean something good. I am not afraid; ycu must not be 4 From the ‘ : In Alaska, news dispatch fought from the air. ir | | 'y, wolves are to be; i Great packs of ravenous wolves are roaming the snow-covered wastes, killing the government-pro- tected herds of reindeer and caribou on which the inhabitants of Alaska depend so largely for food. The wolves are creating a serious situation. So aviatcrs will fly over the open country carry- ing bombs filled with shrapnel. These bembs will go down on the wolf packs -- and the caribeu and A fine idea. Only, think of the fate of the | wolves, Probably 50 per cent of them won't be killed by the bombs. They'll just be crippled and left to starve in agony on the arctic wastes. It’s rather a cruel way to do it. The Wrong Way There is little doubt that a majority of the citi- of this country want to see prchibition en- forced. But there are many ways of enforcing it. And! sneaky spying is not one of the good ways. News dispatches say that in a number of states | there are springing up unofficial enforcement or- | ganizations whose members snoop about and make anonymous reports to the federal agents. It és hard to imagine a self-respecting man en- gaging in it. | | | Gunning: For Whom? j Col. Billy Mitchell, the news dispatches say, is going t) tour the country lecturing fer a while, | and then will go hunting big game. | The dispatches are sadly incomplete. They do | not. y what kind cf game the colonel is going punning ing solel for. And without this knowledge, judg: ly from recent events, one might almost 3 | imagine that he will go gunning: for that patricu- | lar kind ef big game that wears gold lace and spurs | | | and struts about the streets of our nation’s capital. | Editorial Comment Nestos Announces: (LaMoure County Chronicle) Straightforward, courageous, uncompromising: such are the characteristics of the announcement {by former Gov. R. A. Nestos of Minot of his can-! 1 a didacy for ‘the office of United States senator. It is printed in another column, and is well worth | reading. Mr. Nestos makes it clear atthe outset that under | no conceivable circumstances weuld he again be- come a candidate for governor, while at the same time he states that he is “vitally interested that there should be \clected for governor and all other state offices men who are uncompromising oppo- nents of radicalism, who favor a curtailment rather than an extension of state activity in busin and who will work incessantly and intelligently to re- duce public expenditures and appropriations.” i With delightful candor Mr. Nestos says that “the | wish to become a United States senatcr is an ambi-! tion which a man may properly have and frankly admit.” He does not pretend that he would have to be dragged—like Cincinnatus from the plow— to that post of honor, but simply avows that “ should like to be United States senator, and I be- lieve that my training, associations, understanding cf national and thwestern problems, and my in-! herent sympathies are such that I should be able to represent my state fittingly and with at least ordi- nary efficiency Who would cavil over this declaration? Who will question the fitness cf R. A. Nestos for the! office to which he aspires? Who doubts that his , training, his grasp of national and local preb- | i lems and his inherent sympathies combine to make | s him an ideal candidate for the" office of United States senator? | Building Cannot Be Done by Tearing Down | (The Beach Advance) The Valley City Times-Record recently handed , the western part of the state a slam that was not | only untruc, but unnecessary, if the forces trying 1 whole are to do the work said: This properly, “We hear a great deal about North Da-> kota coming back. The east half of North Dakota is back indeed, has been all -the time so far as average prosperity, but the western half of the state will always be considered’ as down and cut as long as land men are permitted to sell worthless land in the western part of the state to people and the situation. There ome sections of this state where farm- ing is and probably will be for many years unprofitable and the more publicity that fact is given the sooner North Dakcta will be back.” The Times-Record then goes on to boost Barnes county as about the only place in the state where a farmer even has a lcok-in, all of which reminds us —one of the pioncers of Barnes county — that there is abundant Jand in that county that a goat would starve to death <n, But Barnes county has plenty of good land, and so has the Trans-Missouri country; as good land, in fact, for diversified farm- ing as any in the state, and there have been times when the farmers of the eastern part of the state were glad to turn to it for the best seed to be had. We have not heard of any “disreputable land | men” palming off on unsuspecting farmers from other states land west of the Misscuri that was worthless, and we doubt if any such deals have es sadness at his passing, but gaiety and gladness, we , ; we will never be able to attain to a ‘steadfastness of faith sufficient to keep us from i mourning when’ loved oney.die. The mere pang of "parting, even if we are sure that those who have yi ya bappier than befor always bring the fet we may hope tliat’ we can reach a calm- yoortitude that, will enable us to say, been pulled off. But no part of North Dakota can grow at the expense of other parts, and if the Times-Record man wants to boost Barnés county, he has plenty of good things to say fer it without trying’ to make it appear other sections are worth- We know both counties, and we'll bet all we have. THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE LE I turned around so quickly to face father that I knocked over my irl REBELLION What do you mean by saying going to put an announcement. papers of my engagement to Charles Becker Idoking him straight in the fac: ou that I’m not engaged to Chuc a that I'm not going to marry hine." I tried to bend down and pick up| my chair but found it impossible on! count of my swollen ankle.. Mather | came and pl. dit upright near me but I did not sit down. I stood, fac ing my father with my chai: ‘almly h nd on the| waiting for him to} rep “Yes, you are,” he said. all arranged this afternoon “Who arranged it, Dad “It was | r Why, I did, of course hen you've got another little ar-| rangement coming. I would not marry Charlie Becker if he was the last man on earth.” Father smiled contemptuously. “That's just what young Becker | DVENTURES'| %, 2 ‘TWINS | ! OLIVE ROPERTs RARTO | The Fairy Queen telephoned for} the Twins to go to her palace at one as she had a very important errand for m to do. So they lost no time in hunting up| ¥ her secret dwelling place, which we: | uth pf the Dingle Dell, north of the | Windy Wold, west of the Glimmer- | ing Glade and cast of the Setting | Sun, “Flow do you do, my dears!” said the Fairy Queen when they arrived. “I'm very happy to see you.” * “We're pretty well, thank you,” said “Except that I've got a loose tooth and can't eat apples. nd I have a scratch on m ger,” said Naney. “C; were playing and he “Just like a Queen. “They } fun. But there! and poor Twink! “Twinkle Pen!” together. “Yes, nodded jher Ro Highness. “Poor old Twinkle Pe: He is my chief clerk and secretary, you kacw who attends to all my- busines writes my notes for me dear fairymam went to take of water last night, and a ‘he picked up his inkwell by mista! and drank all the ink.’ “That was ferrible!” said Nancy. “Did he die? “No,” said Fairy “Fairies don’t die. But he ‘black all over at once, then then purple, then blue. now, and his hair is orange. that ‘he is, in a most pecu tio He, can’t stop just sits with a pen in his hand and writes and writes and writes all the time. He's filled up all the paper ip’ the palace and he’s beginning on the The ink flews right +h the ends of his finger: terrible indeed.” ‘an’t he stop “It seems not, Queen. “He's written the lin twenty languages, the dictionar; | twice, and added up all the number jin the telephone book. I’m ever afraid that he’ll begin on ‘Forty-ni Blue-Bottles-a-Hanging-on. {If he does is lost, for has no end’ “Can we hi . “Yes, indeed, Hy Queen quickly. “That is whv I sent for you. Doctor Pulsen Pills and Doc- tor Sniffles, the two fairy doctors, for whom I’ sent at once, say that there is a cure for ink drinking. It is a blue cherry.” At that minute Doctor Sniffles himself walked into the room, And upon hearing the Fairy Queen’s last words, he remarked, “Yes, a blue cherry is the only cure for our poor friend, as it was blue ink he drank. If he had drunk red ink, any cherry would do to cure him. But unfor- fin- and. I seratched me.” | id the Fai | ng time s suffering. the Tw dL er rk ke the Queen. or expect to have, that fcr all around farming the Golden Valley will hold its own with t, Bounteous, Beautiful Barnes,” as years ago this writer dubbed it, cr any other county. in the but to attract attention to ourselves we're not ing to lie about our friends and neighbors, tHe i ‘tea! ei Feo tunately it was blue ink. Even bli }ink would have been less difficult to 7) wor ‘cure, for there are black ries in pie Or green i n—poof! oth BROWN WAY ; demanded of Chuck Becker that he Plenty Fa t Enough BEGIN HERE TODAY HENRY RAND, middle-aged business man, in found murdered in a cheap hotel in Grafton. Po- lice find 2 woman's handkerchief and a yellow stub of a theater ticket. JIMMY RAND, ‘his son, goes to Mansfield, where the theater those mighty wide-arced _ swings, Jimmy was punching straight from the shoulder or snapping little short j blows from the wrist. It-is an axiom in science fighting, just as it is in mathemat! that a straight dine is the shortest distanee between two | Points, and in countering as he did those swift lance-like thrusts Jimmy was not only beating his is, The stub is traced to a jantagonist to the punch ever: THOMAS FOGARTY, who says he jbut he setprrttthg aeeuraes, gave it to OLGA MAYNARD, a | Besides this there was a deceptive cabaret singer. power in those straight, snappy jolts Jimmy meets and falls in love {that were raining a steady tattoo with MARY LOWELL. Later he jon the other's face and tbody. finds Olga Maynard, and she “Come on and fight like a man.” faints whem he tells her she is suspected of murder. Mary, out with SAMUEL CHURCH, a wealthy lawyer, sees Jimmy lift Olga into a taxi and misunder- stands, Olga tells police the ticket stub and handkerchief were hers but might have got into possession of a man who “picked her up” two nights before the murder. She doesn’t know who he was. Police scoff, but Jimmy believes her and arranges for her release. He receives several mysterious warnings to leave Mansfield and on his way home one evening dis- covers he is being followed. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY ig CHAPTER XVII | © His back pressed closely against the building, Jimmy began to move cautiously away from the corner in search of a better position, for the street light on the corner picked out every nearby object in bold relief. He felt a doorway at his back and He-snarled at Jimmy through lips that were puffed and bleeding. His ‘breath was coming ‘in short, jerky gasps, the effect of those telling body punches, “You damn dancin’ mas- ter, you, let me get my hands on you and I'll break you in half.” Jimmy pulled up short, well out of the other's range, and dropped his hands. Save for a bloody ear, where one of those wild swings had grazed the side of his head, there was: no visible mark on ‘him. He surveyed his opponent, whose tight-fitting cap was still pulled well down on his head, and told him, with a good deal of contempt in his tone, where he could go. _ “I'm going to put you to sleep in just about a minute,” Jimmy formed the other cold): pretty near gone now. ing for the ‘bi “You- ‘man’s battered countenance was contorted with rage. He gathered himself for another rush and Jimmy braced to meet i He came charging in, head lowered, stepped into its. protective shadow.|and this time Jimmy, instead of re- He saw that he was standing in the/ treating, stepped swiftly to his right, entrance to a grocery store, The| shifted his feet and then stepped in, place, closed for the night, was quite | lashing out as he did'so with a light. dark. The doorway, a few feet far-|ning-like uppercut. ther back from the street than the; ‘The other had no time to avoid adjacent show window, offered him} the punch, but instinctively ducked, a haven from which the could com-jand Jimmy's fist, instead of finding mand @ clear view of anyone thatiits mark on the chin, crashed passed without being readily seen! squarely on his nose. He went reel- himself. ng back sickened into the building, The sound of that footfall—at least and Jimmy waited for the final he felt positive it was a footfall—! charge, which he knew would spell had entirely dissipated the fecling| the end. of uneasiness and vague irritation} The that had been preying on him. as In the shadow of the doorway he’ ag strained every nerve—watching, list-;my much as an angry bull faces the ening. He tensed his muscles, ready‘ final sword thrust of the matador. for instant action.. His heart pounded | There was written on his face all terrifically. : [the anger that a man can feel who ‘Nervous as a schoolboy,” he said thas been beaten by/a smaller antag- aloud. “Why don’t I run? onist. . Now h juite sure he heard! . “You may be interested \to know,” footsteps again-—following the same} Rand said coolly, “that a little train- path had taken to the corner. ing in boxing is the greatest thing seareely breathing, and) in the wot! { h was as unexpected as Sti of Today d about you when I told him 1 ving tO announce your engage- 3 What everybody seems ta save up 1, you didn’t do that, did you?| gor a rainy day is pessimism. © hink you've insulted me wot ‘ He waited ‘ et seat bt cides ttl man down hank “Beckoridla “inet cnn a ae ‘ ‘a fi round the ¢or- a ‘alike: ¥% dunt Minderstand “whee oul «Things could be worsé. It's a long Der of the building. and emerge from led, alao, to know that after, you eo mean by that, Julia, and 1 done] ime before vacation, the shadows into the light cast by/to sleep you are going to’ get-a ride the street lamp. . [in the patrol wagon. I hope the po- The man was _looking—looking in'Jice station benches are not hard.” the direction of Jimmy's rooming kill you, you little squirt. house. The light revealed his burly ; y He glared at Jimmy and frame, and, alvnough a cap was pull- hunched his shoulders, He took one mind telling you t around to my term: might as well do so.” I felt myself turning to ice. The idea of my father disposing of me in he finally came Enjoying your work so you see you than enjoying its pro nore fun “.A‘street car on. time “Saves nine cuss words. ‘as such a ner was something that ese » ed down well over his head, and slow step away from the wall and eemed unbelievable : There are ‘parte of the United eves, Jimmy got a clear view of the/(hen suddenly checked himself. His ‘Are you telling me, Dad, that you| states so dry they are “almost as lower part of his face, the heavy chin | right hand, dangling at arm's length, had come in contact with his coat pocket. A look of cunning crept into his eyes as he gazed steadfastly at Rand. His-hand slid slowly into the other's right wrist while his right -. pocket. Jimmy, itching him narrowly, suddenly sprang at him. “Drop th gun!” he cried as he closed in. Hi left hand gripped desperately the sought the man’s throat. i He had his opponent backed against the wall, one arm pigned to his side and the other prevented from com- ing into action by the pressure of his own right forearm. He tighten ed his grasp on the man’s throat. The latter, fighting ‘convulsively for air, was trying to break the hold on, his windpipe. Jimmy could feel him growing limp. 5"Simmy. suddenly released his thold on the man’s wrist and thrust- his own hand into the pocket. His fingers closed on @ hard object and the jerked his hand away, at the same time letting go of the other’s throat. It was not a gun after all, but a blackjack. The man, slumped against the building, was sutking the air into hie longs in great gasps. Jim- my backed away from him, holding the weapon in his hand. It was then that he heard some- one running toward them—a patter of feet coming from the direction of ‘his rooming house. The man backed against the wall heard them, too. Hope blazed into his eyes. “Kid!” he cried. i» ki (To Be Continued) -and jaw. He stood still for seven gecon dy i baby looking and listening, and then ready, but vou can't, believe these | tO the light. “You seem to be look- eet ing for somethig,” he suggested. 4 There is such an enormous surplus} , The other, Paice ona aed pee of corn that the price of meal will|den appearance, jump A gone not go up much this week. covering quickly, jhe muttere ply and started-to pass on. — “Come on. You were following me. What's, the game?” Jimmy had ‘moved quickly to block .the man’s path, his eyes glowing with hot stalk of asparagus is a surplus crop. | anger. Se nae (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service’ Inc.) ut of the way, you” With an — > Joath the man in the cap. suddenly ooo | A WTHOUGHT -% shifted his right foot behind ‘his left ey i hold marry me and stuck to that {sty 8% the Pacific Ocean, ‘ eninnd after he had,said to Yeu that he would not make-ine hiss wite-i#- \ag-the only woman. on. earth?” “That's certainly what I did, Julia, I told him that after your staying out with him until three o'clock in the morning without a' chaperone, there was nothing for him to do but marry you.” (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Ine.), TOMORROW: You may think you gre unlucky, but then maybe.you should be in jail. As far as we are™concerned, one Discussion. “That _w ing to think of—the very word. Blue! Blue! Blue! Forty-nine blue bottles a-hang- ing on the wall! Tra; la, la, Ia, la, la! EM have to write that’ now. ‘I ‘still have all the sheets and 'table-cloths and towels and napkins to write on.” And in walked poor Twinkle Pen, looking like a large blue and orange mosquito. “Me, oh, my!” sighed the Fairy Queen. “The “worst hash hall have to find the blu a8 sv0n as we can now.” (To Be Continued) jand swung a vicious blow with his || right fist. 9 Tt it had foud its, mati the, en- Lov ¢ounter must have ended rig! re. acre eas alerg tert ton cena te It swished wickedly through the air. Y. ickly it had been launched. sult be satisfied with bread—Prov. | pions aot ae ear and the jiow fanned the air in front of his ng lightly -back. | Fes ee san Was aEill bald curned with the force of hia awing when, Rand i: forward al h moved in’ yiramyrs shoulders was. in Not he who has little, but he wh wishes for. more,. is poor.—Seneca. seat mee Tice heve solved | power in Constantinople.—Police have solved | power in. the problem of road hogs. Planks|the straight thrusting punch thet of wood studded with neils ‘hi he aimed at the | other's jaw. It ixsued. If a car seems to be going| crashed thome, and the, man stig” tou fast, a policeman. throws the | gered ‘back on his heels. He ten plank in front of ‘the ‘speeding car.| Jered for an instant, and his knees If the car fails to ‘stop within the| sagged slightly, but he quickly es yard given iin the: throwing of the|gained ‘his ‘balance. With a below plank the tires are punctured and the |of rage he rushed ‘his smaller. oppo: i ‘having faulty|nent, his powerful arms 1 aun s ‘ he sought to land one of those bone ‘crushing blows. x Jimmy had aimed ut the point of the other's chin—the vulnerable “button,” as it is known in prixe- fighting circles. A powerful punch, landing squarely on that nerve cen- ter, robs a man of consciousness just as ‘surely as does an ether cone in the ‘hands of @ surgeon. “Too thigh,” Jimmy muttered as ‘he saw the other recover and come charging in. “I'll have to finish him or I'm gone.” “a Tt looked that way, certainly. A 3 spectator qvitnessing that fight would] roads good. have declared it too unequal. Rand,| St. Cloud—Clear, 5; ronds fair. not @small inan himself, but straight and slender for all of his breadth | ¢; ibbing—Clear, 10 below; , roads of shoulders, was actually dwarfed by! Duluth—Clear, RABBIT FARMERS London.-Many women are taking up rabbit farming for the sake of the fur as a new venture into the realms heretofore occupied by men. Among several prominent London society women who have adopted the fad is Lady Helen Forbes, the novel- ist. She recently has started an ex- Gausive farm at her home gear Wilts. cS | | - 7 a. m.) above; roads (Mereury readi Bismarck—Clear, rough, Minot—Clear, 1 above; roads good, Fargo—Clear, 4; roads good. Mandan—Hart cloudy, 4; + roads rough. Grand Forks—Clear, 2 above; 3, roads good. t his. antagonist, who mestown—Clear, 1 above; roads api wait ‘head taller and must} fair, weight advantage of 20 Winons: -ClAr, 11 above; roads i . rough. & oF Guede’ tpeched “out>'™ mighty | " Rachester—Ciear, 40 above; roads surprising swiftness | rou, ey ee Loew Lier rite, and grabbed Mankato—Clear, 12 above; roads Jimmy by thé arm, trying to draw| good. him ‘close, In that position bis greater strerigth would ‘have crushed |the other into helplessness. Jimmy struggled against the grip, but his left. arm was held, his fist and-brought it down with all-his strength on the man's wrist, and the hold was broken. . Jimmy was: not agile enough in backing away {rom those huge flsil- ing fists anda thundering blow. caught ‘him on the shoulder and sent. him reeling backward. He would have fafien if he had not backed into the brick wall of the building. He sprang away from the building ‘and to one side’ just as the other gine ‘boring in with a bull-like rush. jut another thin; too, a circle, ink i have Be had Sete 81 ye!” said the Fairy Queen leans! spon: hna where are we to find 's blue cherry?” ot Abat” ‘w'voice’ at the door.