The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, April 5, 1926, Page 4

= 2 nM Th of ap it tor me vir sh cr tr th pm os A cated eal at ated Sukh sEe =Hines, movement. “Hint PAGE FOUR The Bismarck Tribune An Independent Newspaper THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER Established 1873) Published by the Bismarck Tribune Company, Bismarck, N. D., and entered at the postoffice at Bismarck, as second class mai} matter. George 1). Mann..........President and Publisher Subscription Rates Payable in Advance { Daily by carrier, per year.. $7.20 Daily by mail, per year, (in Bismarck) 1.20 Daily by mail, per year, - (in state outside Bismarck)........ 5. Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota + 6.00 Member Audit Bureau of Circulation Member of The Associated Press { The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use for republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited in this paper, and also the local news of spontaneous origin published here- in. All rights of republication of afl other matter Foreign Representatives i herein are also rved, G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY | CHICAGO DETROIT Tower Bldg. Kresge Bldg. } PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH | NEW YORK “oe - Fifth Ave. Bldg. | Se CAEP ok citer (Official City, State and County Newspaper) OE SS Why Not Repeal the Law It might be more courageous for the politicians te work for the repeal of the primary law than to seek its defeat through rather doubtful methods. Demo- erats are being urged to register as Republicans and | the subterfuge is commended upon the greund that | socialism must be defeated. Of course, the hue and j cry of socialism is part of the campaign “bunk”. | Any student of politics knows that in practice the primary law has not werked out ideally. © Neither | has the Eighteenth amendment. The Fargo Forum | in a recent editorial defends in the name of political pediency, the registration of Democrats as Repub. licans on the ground that this sharp practice has ob- tained so long that no moral turpitude is involved in | perjury when jt comes to lining up votes in a “no- | ble cause”, { If many do register as Republicans who are not ix | sympathy with the p ciples of that party, in order | to capture the machinery of the dominant party. does it justify the practice? Do many wrongs make a right? It is just as well for the voters of the state to “de- bunk” some of the campaign hyste As long as the primary law its Democrats should register | their party convictions as shculd Republicans. Te set out deliberately to flaunt the state law relative | to registration is a fine beginning for the I. V. A campaign. Itch for office and hunger for public pelf can hardly justify perjury in any political fac- tion.” As long as the primary law ison the statute books. | campaigns must be conducted along certain fixed | Until pol: | parties work honestly for the repeal of the law, its features must be upheld. Party managers whe openly flout it and encourage per- jured registration are not safe leaders, socialism or no socialism. | two or | | Trees Cannot Vote If trees could vote we would not have to speak for them. Plenty of attention would be paid tc their welfare, Since they don’t go to the polls we alk have a duty toward them. Fifty years ago the first organized effort to hel» the forests was made by the United States govern- ment. The American Tree Associaticn, with head- quarters at Washington, D. C., is observing the cen tennial by the publishing of the “Forestry Primer,’ by Charles Lathrop Pack. Pack tells in the primer how Dr. Franklin B Hough was appointed in 1876 as special agent t: inquire into forest conditions. This was the first step taken for the protection of the trees this coun- try ever made. Sol Looking ahead ancther 50 years to 1976, Mr. Pack asks if the country will have advanced any toward economic forestry independence. He shows in his primer, briefly and pointedly, how the cost of living is increased through dwindling forest resources. The hbook\is worthwhile and may be had by any organi- zation, or persen for simply a three-cent stamp. The New York University Daily News took up the mace the other day against “Medley,” a magazine published by the same school. The Daily charged that the monthly was obscene, declaring that an edition devoted to “Her,” purporting to glorify the American co-ed, was filled with obscene innuendo. Obscene or not, the 2000 copies of the periodical sold like lightning. The French say “Cherchez la femme,” which means “always the woman,” literally that the wom- en are the real leaders in everything. Now Signora Margherita Sarfatti, known as Mussolini’s “minister without a portfolio” is revealed as the able aid of the Fascist dictator and the’ mother of the Fascist We had been wondering how Musso- did so well. Down in the southernmost tip of Texas, a region once a mesquite jungle, irrigation has produced fields that produc? table delicacies while the cities of the north are buried in snow. The railroads, not deaf to the dietetic demands of the Anierican people, are seeing to it that this fertile region is tapped. Three groups are battling for the district, the Missouri Pacific, Southern Pacific an] Kansas City Southern. They are keeping an eye across the Rte Gtande cn Mexico, too, with its rich undeveloped resources. Conscience, the Lash i The third degree, denounced as it is by humani- two men as they went to that awful gibbet that h| had devised! The stigma of dishonor that hovered } like a shadow over the families of his victims! ' The world mourns and forgets, but the voice tha: | never sleeps remembers. The voice pursued him, made of him a rover, a tramp, an outcast, guilty in| the sight of all men, a crouching fiend. There were pictures in his mind. No liquor could erase them, no drug, no new cities, no mad_pleasures—only death, | Constantly raging within him was the struggle be- | tween his fear of the noose, his shame, and that | stinging voice. A man alone, a reclise from any | affection the world could give, hating himself, hat- | ing his fear yet too weak to raise his head and call for justice, t After fifty years the hour comes to lie down and die, That torturing cry in his mind follows him | there, goads him, curses him, calls him coward. | Finally it is unendurable, and at the fearful climax | he confesses, at the hour of going upon the great | adventure, his lips open and conscience blurts cut | its sin. The ways of punishing crime are many, but the | pictures in a guilty man’s mind are more terrible | than the rack. 1 { Dumb, driven heroes of the steering wheel, at- tention! Listen to the good word from California. | Justice of the Peace Ray Griffith of Redwood City. | has decided a husband has the right to exile his wife from the family auto when she insists on driving from the back seat. A cook in Santa Cruz is the hero who blazed the | way. Now, if your better half insists on telling you there's a tree ahead, you have only to dump her out, | and carry your case to the supreme court. ‘ Cooperation Necessary | It is not the intent of this editorial to participate, in the centroversy over the city’s milk supply, but | it must be apparent to everyone that cooperation is ; necessary to protect the supply. Sometimes it is | hard to keep milk up to standard, but there shoul! always be an honest effort toward this end and the | vending of milk that is below the grade established | by the local health office is indefensible. | Bismarck’s city dairies are clean and well equip- | ped. The trouble, doubtless, does not rest with them | but with the supply that is offered for sale. Just a little cooperation on all sides will clear the at- | mosphere and insure the usual good service the | various distributors are giving this city. | About two million children are born in this coun- | piaveny we rie af -efully i A THREAT Q Seria and told her, not in try every year. Drive your auto carefully. | —— the politest manner, that she must Oe “I was very happy, Julie, | thrust discharge me or lose a customer. Robbers lead a hard life. They have to keep in eke ee of Br aretls Ae my “Twas os. ue Le aa euriel ie) ceil! hin | 2osom and every time T moved I was waiting to be called and when gocd shape or some bobbed-haired girl will whip| conscious of the crackling of the pa- heard this I almost fainted, I saw them. per and it sent a little glow all over all my rosy: dreams being dissipated. me. If it came to a choice between Lola z Sue “I do not think I was ever so| Lawrence and Mamie Riley, Madame happy in all my life before that and’ Seria would certainly not keep me. I know T have never been so happy) “Lola Lawrence probably spent Editorial Comment sinee. It almost hurt me, I was so more during the year than ‘any one | | afraid that it wouldn’t last. person among all Madame’s wealthy American Liberality 1 (Duluth Herald) f Americans of wealth, dead and living, within the} week that I had promised her yet IT could take lessons last two decades have given over two billion dol- ‘ars in aid, cf education, religion, science generally and the arts. And as they sung in the old light ypera Pinafore, “It’s greatly to their credit.” it | | el i he! mind that [wouldn't make good. 1 Da ere wisheds to do same gone sto: the | Uebe Aikave e @oierandiit Cod elt only let me some day show the. world what I ean d world that had not done badly by them. Those who ascribe these benefactions to mere vanity should reflect that it is not a disgrace for cne to wish to be remembered for the good he has done. No sooner does the American business man solidify into : 1 I wise method of giving much of it away. As to those American millions who have a suf- ficiency but no great surplus, how few there are | was perfectly furious. She of these who do not do something for their college, their church, their city or their special line-of thought in aid of humanity. Their feelings are not different from those of the big favorites of for- tune. Then comes a multitude that always earns a liv- ing and is always pinched a little on Saturday nights. They do their share. They are always do- ing and giving. Their hard earned dimes, quarters and dollars total a great sum. And how good they are to one another! How they make life better for the weary, the sick, the workless. Indeed, it is clear that of all people the averag> American is the most generous of mankind. Nor can it be said that he gives wastefully or foolishly. He gives with generous deliberation, with affectior. for the object of his donation. Nor does he beggar- ize the recipient. What he does is like sharing among kindred. Europe says that Americans are frenzied dollar- el d ai from Madame Seria that ; jrence would be at the safety a great fortune then he looks about him for aj 1 was to put on a esti Hare Flop Field Mouse and his friend, th Gray Mole, and started off to hunt up was Blackie, th ing. My barb-wire fence and Help!” the March Har THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE Gt, Girl eo Za tit ge Sy (vidi = = SS ——_ ——r EBOWN WAY irl of Today “Alas! It did not, “But, I didn’t know it then, could think of was that I could give my mother that extra ten dollars a and in voice cul- ure from this wonderful teacher. 1 “Of course it never entered my I won’t care whether have happiness or joy or pleasure. only want to sing. “That afternoon I received orders iss Law- shop and that mber of frocks that she had seemed to like. Miss Lawrence came in alone, but she didn’t come to try on frocks. She ne -TWINS BLACKIE THE PONY Nancy and Nick and the March left Rubdadub scrubbing up} e | some more people to be spring- leaned. Almost the first person they ‘saw shagey pony. kie was whinny- y tail’s caught in the “I can’t move. ; “Help! Help “Help! “For goodness , Blackie!” said “You make more joise than two igs under a gate. Your tail wouldn't hurt you if you idn’t keep pulling at it. Stand still nd these children will soon get you ‘ ing is | untangled.” chasers. It cannot be denied that money seeking is “Gh, thank you." maid Blackie a popular game in this country, but then what peo-| pawing the ground. “But it’s mo: ple spend so liberally or give so largely? 4 i Shane sol hi Lower Interest Rates {t incot {just as I was about io nient getting caught like this, bble that sweet clover It's only a few inches beyond unch of lovely new here. j my. 1 it smells like peaches (Grand Forks Herald) HP diatog ye aaa The anncunced reduction of rediscount rates by | ancy. and Nice soe untansled - a | Blackie’s long tail and the pony too! the Intermediate Credit Bank of St. Paul from 5 1-2 |, “few steps toward. the ‘patch’ of to 5 per cent, beginning April 1, is another evidence aupet clover, 1 a 4a ; ; .| “Where's that clover new?" he of the improved condition of business in the north. whinnied more. loudly. than . west, and especially of the improvement in farm conditions. It is not only an evidence of the im- provement which has been made but a forecast of still further improvement. The northwest has been | making rapid progress in farm diversification. More attention is being given to the live stock and dairy industries. In consequence the. fertility of many run down fields is being restored, more cash crops are being added to the farmer’s list, the time in which the farmer is remuneratively employed is be- ing extended, and many of the hazards are being re- moved from his business. , The reduction of the rediscount rate means that ta th ig mn | ist eyes. silly old mane and tail of mine are the March Hare. all those fifty {The sudden flaming pas-| The il Teles aoa it, a mutilated body on a va-| in live ange a ant lot, the protesting sereams of ignocence of ae sound s abd tarians, often functions well in solving crime. The|the farmer will be able to borrow for the purpose | , swishing terror of the cat-o-nine tails breaks down | of improving or increasing his live stock at lower | o: many a hardened criminal’s stout front. But there | rates of interest than have ever prevailed before in is a tiny voice within us that is more powerful than | the history of the northwest. There are manf farm- any whipping post could be—the cry of an outraged | ers now doing business in this territory who at o1 This old mane of mine ha’ as right in my eyes the minute I put my head down, the March wind blows it forty , ways at once.” , but you're in a cross Blackie!” said “What's wrong?” lackie shook his mane out of his “Nothing, except that this ways getting m ate them,” he said. et them ‘bobbed. “Oh, ho! You do, do you?” laughed “Weil, I'd say you eeded a good bobbing all over. You into trouble. 1 “I wish I could look like a plush coat that forgot to - ton growing.” “T know. f Py AS f his head. I'm perfectly ashamed said Blackie with a tons “But I heard Farmer Greenway say last winter that he wouldn't clip me, because the barn wasn’t very warm and my hair coul:' grow as long a 8 it liked,” ‘Well, conscience. _ time were cbliged to pay 12 per cent for loans on the | pretty Jong. leu i Mee fo Ren ‘Phere died in a Denver hospital recently a man} very finest kind of security. This is without refer- 30 joi alist, Blackie. You'd who for more than half a century had struggled with| ence to those who were obliged to pay cnormous that inner voice and who finally lost the battle. The | bonuses, af whom there were many, Rates have secret he carried for fifty years was the brutal at-| been gradually reduced until now, for loans which tack on a young Ohio girl, her murder, and to crown | can be justified, the rate paid by the borrower will it all, the inflaming of @ mob that hung two inno-| not exceed 6 1-2 per cent. The interest rate, which ‘eent men. © has imposed such a burden on the farmer, has been What a horrible thought to carry day after day | cut in two. gh a a | Hou fix le’ ix yor “On, ‘wilt she r let us take you to Rubadub, fair; of Serub-up nd, n ” whinnied Blackie lelightfully. pe “You, sir! He’ will,” said Nick. “Then: hop. right Saat back, all of : 4 ra Ps eas Blackie. ‘Bo: all hopped on <Protty U; customers, “Nervously the dress I for ¥ MM I began to unbutton had been going to model s Lawrence, when J ., heard dene Miss Lawrence, surely My you will not ask me to let Miss Riley thought to myself that no one else; go when you know her story. I hap- in all this world’ had ever had such! pen to know she is the only wago good fortune before. earner in her family and that she has mother and an invalid sister to pport. Surely you would not have me turn e that out.’ “‘She ly get another place’ was the sullen answer of Miss | Lawrence. ‘{ myself will give her a couple of hundred dollars to tide her over until she plac ; cannot have her he ‘ever to see her agai herself, but I 1 don’t want There's some- ‘thine about her that I cannot en- dure.’ (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Ine.) A’ Answered. Blackic told him all the dub when | things he wanted done. “Why not?” asked Blackie. “It's ;my mane and my tail to do as I please with, isn’t it? I mean, aren't they 2” “But the flie hTey’ll soon be com- + Rubadub. “Then how will you ch them off?” “I'll bite them if they bite me,” id Blackie. “Just go right ahead.” What could poor Mister-Rubadub a> _but obey? There isn't.much room left to tell it all, but there’s enough to tell you that when the flies came they nearly drove poor Blackie crazy as he had sal ae ee ee a A Tough Baby | CMON, 1 DARE ANYone TO KNOCK The CHIP OFF /_ / LOSS Wy, no tail to switch them off with, And | once a bee stung him. | By fail his tail had almost, but not | quite, grown in again, | But the most interesting thing of ‘all is that Farmer Greenway never found out who did it. | (To Be Continued) | (Copyright, 1926, NEA’ Service, Inc.) ——$$$$___—_______—_¢ A THOUGHT | eS ain ae | As a mad man who casteth fire- brands, arrows and death, so is the man that deceiveth his neighbor and jsaith, Am not I in sport?—-Prov. 26: 18, 19. | We are our own aptest deceiver.— | Goethe rg Temperatures and | ' | Road Conditions! _—— et (Mercury ‘readings dt 7 9, m.) Bismarck-—Clear, 12; ‘roads good. | St. Cloud—Clear, 20; roads good. Mankato—Clear, after snow, 17; roads good. Fargo—Clear, 17; roads good. Minot—-Clear, 20; roads good. Hibbing—Clear, 12; roads fair. Jamestown—Clear, 19; roads good. Duluth—Clear, 16; roads good. Grand Forks—Clear, 19; roads good. Winona—Clear, (night snow) 23; roads heavy. Mandan—Part cloudy, 15; roads good, Rochester—Clear, 18; roads snowy.| CORPORATIONS Fairdale Farmers Telephone Co., to build a telephone line from Hann- over to Yountown and vicinity, Oliver | eounty, $1.500; Alfred Becker, Blue- | grass; Etil Reiner and Fred Scloen- idorf, Hannover. Diedrich-Johnson Motor Co., Di { inson, $75,000; H. A. Diedrich, H. P. ! Johnson and T. A. Tollesfson. For Sale: Wholesale Cream- ery Building at Bismarck, N. ;Dak. Apply Finley Baker. | Bismarck Bank Bldg., Bis-|" | marck, N. Dak. EVERETT TRUE WHAT Dip You Say, the | ~ M04 oN BY CONDO | ick ‘M { . ! Barbara Brown, beautiful as an | artist's dream, without @ friend or relative, cursed with @ consctence and blessed with just one dime, ar- river at‘d New Year's party, cold, wet, hungry—and reckless. J. B. Hardiman, the multi I miltioned unoficial host, master of men and women, notices her, to the chagrin of ‘the handsome Nan 4dams, nominal hostess of the | gorgeous little house. | Barbera, suffering from a cold. is | put to ded while delow mid the revelry, Hannah, the housekeeper, is told by Nan, “Mr. Hardiman wishes you to know that during my ab- sence Miss Brown sill ocoupy the | house and you will teke your or- ders from her: 1 leave tonight— | unexpectedly!” Now go on with the story. “Certainly, Barbara's one of my Toomers. I've been worried sick. about her. She didn’t come home | last night. Her guardian, you say? Then you're a lucky man. She's a perfect lamb, that girl.. Always gave her the best helpings at table, and when she didn’t have her board I never bawled her out like I do thie rest of my lodgers. Right now she owes me $22 back board. I | been like a mother to that girl—” “Just a moment.” He fingered | the hundred dollar bill. “I am go- ing to ask you & few questions. You are to answer them. Then you are to go and to remember | hat you have never been he: | you have never talked to mi understand?” Mama Henig winked. She answered the questions vol- uminou No, the girl never re- ceived any visits from parents or relatives. It seemed that she had & father who sent her checks at ir- | regular intervals. The remittance marks. No, she didn’t know the father's business. Must be a sea places he wrote from. No, she didn't know where Barbara came from. Barbara never talked much about herself. But she had swell friends. fis of times she'd come home in automobiles.. As far as that $82 back board’ was concera- ake care of that,” J. B. Within a day or two, very likely, Miss Brown will call! for ber things. | Want you to re tise. to surrender them—unless she happens te bave the money to pay thc bili she owes. | want to—er-- Giscipline her a bit." ald the landlady eagerly. J. B. gave ‘her further iastruc- tions: He handed her ¢' bill. Mt sublime trance. A junior vice.pres-) ident held open the outer door for her exit.. Grandly, she tipped him a dime. (4 The initials, amazing fact, were her own. Barbara was nibbling at the cho- colates. which bad arrived a short time before when Haunah entered in a garb which reminded the girl ot sackcloth. chocolates before break- +The tyrannic servitor's voice was adamant, “Why not?” demanded Barbara. “Pimples.” Hannah whisked the dy box pair She and Bar- mara uncurled and shivered. i bath is ready.” [t was, an ort “Lead me to the pool. ablutions!” Like Napoleon, Barbara custom- arily did-all her deep thinking in the bath, Scaled to fit her incon- sequential self, her thinking now was Napoleonic. The interlude of luxury in Mrs Adamé’ home was an’ ‘armistice. 1 crave pretexts prolong! sit un- tit mightfall. ; Against ered Caring nw must leave this pee phtable rot ‘she, would have to arm .War soul now. It Mrs. Adamig did pot affer to send her to town in her car (thought “Barbara, ‘the optimist) she must contrive-somehow to bor- row or steal a pair of fubbers, It take two hours ’at least to thirty. miles. And then she must walk the whole distance. could isNobody ‘Piblihed by arrangement wilh “Maat National Picferes Inc. letters always bore strange post-) captain on account of the different | Barbara’ Jeaped out and) stretched inside her sheath of silk. ONDAY, APRIL 5, 1926 > vest somewhere along the road in a hot dog. One ate truffes for one’s dinner, but bot dog for the next. “Tomorrow,” Barbara grumbled, “] don’t eat at all.” Oh, well, tomorrow she'd get a job—Monday anyway. In the vague hereafter of next Monday she saw herself presiding in a severe, but becomingly maanish garb, some. thing with a stif? Eton collar, over some business venture conceived along largely profitable lines and having to do with food, flowers or chocolates. But those were distant crises. Monday, ‘you know, never comes. The day after New Year, though, was bere. And Barbara Brows, mannered: product of a finishing school, was over-staying a dinner date by fourteen hours. * The thought made ber jump as if she had been pricked by a p! away, not this in a panic she N. A. certainly. J. B. Hardimi The initials, am: own! Somehow she was 'léss blithe when she tripped back to her room. | In fact, she had not liked the feel of those initialed fowels against her flesh. Yet their texture iad been more pleasant than that of the greying rags in Mama Henig's. third floor bath. She Md suspi- ciously a maid who entered with it Dackuge in her-arms. Behind Iked Hannah. | “You can’t very well vear eve- | ning clothes in the afternoon,” said | Hanhah, and slipped the cover off ; the striped carton as she dismissed _ the maid. | “So please put this on. It is sure to fit.” less certainly, not B. B. it, were her e 8 © 8 8 She looked through the window. The blizzard wan. still iu full zofce. ; Not the sort of a day ‘vhen one would care to cut short a kind in- ; vitation to be guest in a charming jhouse. Was she a guest—or a prisoner?- body stood om guard | to prevent ber from leaving. ll | she had to do was to walk Jown- | stairs, then out inio the storm. As- | suredly she was not a prisoper. + Something stronger than barted | doors kept her.in her room. . Here in this candy. box of a house, surrourded with luxuries | which ‘she cow knew were bers for | the asking, she found herself with :a thin dime and a fat temptation. | The aolght. before in. the storm swept railway_stafion, she bad put down on paper the valuation in cold cash of herself aud all her | worldly goods. Now just-as delib- erately, with the same passfoniess perspective of self, she contem- j Plated ‘the situation which had arisen magically over night. -“It would be easier to make up my mind if | were-dead broke,” she thought.- “But I'm not dead broke —not by a dime.” Snowflakes ‘beat against the panes She looked about her, took in with. keen epprecistion the charming details of the room. Somewhere, a dozen miles away, was Mama Henig's boarding house, where she owed $92 for lodgment and victuals. And somewhere, thousands of miles away, was Jo- seph Brown, her errant father. A surge of bitterness swept through ber.as she thought of him. He hadn't written for months. That was why-Mama Henig was Person at that moment devoutly to be avoided. That was why,s thin dime was all that stood between her and absolute destitution. _ Once he, too, had been confront- Ap, ed with a problem. He had not stopped to reckon the conse- quences. He had not conjectured what people would say. He had walked out. That was freedom for him. For her it would be bondage. The same situation, only reversed. Like father, like daughter. “Why rot?” she thought. She wished she could talk it over with somebody.’ But there was no- body. Only this father of hers. She couldn't discuss thing’ with him. | But she could him, She sat down at the toy secre- tary. She dipped the pen into the ink. She stared tor a moment at the white fury that stormed out- side and then she began to write. tee we Hannah's eyebrows left their norm of a longitudinal line of de- ;marcation between the sub-arctic of her face and the arctic of her forehead. Seg At the door of Barbara's room in the house in Ryeneck she turned Ate knob and found entrance bar- rm The door was locked, She ea: dropped, mal @ puzzling picture with her’ attitud of duplicity and clandestine inte 5 hid Suddenly’ sbé' stqod érect. A mo- ment more awaiting, and then she glided nolselessly to Ber own room t| s of the house, where jended_in a wall telephone the: di- j fect wire. strung from J. B.'s office to the secluded tiouse in Ryeneck. Presently she spoke: i “Yes, Mr. Hardiman.>.She slept well ard breakfasted. well and seems cheerful. But she bas lock- ed her dcor. - Yes, alr... . She's writing a leiter to somebody, | believe. If she gives it to me to Bet shall { mall it? Burn it? Yes, Hannah hung up the receiver. She sat down on ber rocker. Sho smoothed her gown and picked ap her Bible (Continued) shovertgunt,