The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, April 16, 1926, Page 4

PAGE FOUR THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE ‘FRIDAY, APRIL 16, 1926 a | ee 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 mail matter. | George D. Mann..........President and Publisher Subscription Rates Payable in Advance ‘ly by carrier, per year. jak «+ $7.20 laily by mail, per year, (in Bismarck) eee 7.20 ily by mail, per year, | _,,(in state outside Bismarck). - 5.00 Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota + 6.00} Member Audit Bureau of Circul { i Member of The Associated Press .. The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the ‘tse 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 all other matter herein are also reserved, Foreign Representatives G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY CHICAGO DETROIT Tower Bldg. Kresge Bldg. PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH i NEW YORK - - Fifth Ave. Bldg. (Official City, State and County Newspaper) Hoes and Kingdoms “Now that Aprille with his showers soote the droughts of Marche hath perced to the roote’— and “perced” darn well if you ask the inhabitants of a major portion of this nation—poppa would agardening go. The great American home is aglow with those se- | ductive seed catalogs. Orange and scarlet and green! and blue they gleam and glow upon the living room table like unto all the jewels of Aladdin. Cabbages of a size to make a Roman haliday be- | deck the pages. Asparagus with stalks which might | lead:to the lair of Jack the Giant Killer. Tomatoes fit to feed a kingdom of Gargantua. The even stillness is brake by the angry strike of | pick and hoe upon flint and rocky soil. “The even mex] resounds with the heated debate of whether these plain but good wenches of the garden kingdom, radishes, be give way to such bedizened beauties sprouts, chard and romaine. What if the yield from a sowing of blistered hands and breaking backs be but a handful of speck- led tomatoes and a withered radish? Without their family gardens tho nations perish. Cincinnatus was called from his plough and oxen team to lead the army against the Sabines. Victorious, the Mussolini of his day, he was offered rich rewards. He only asked to return to his farm and his fields. “In the happy simplicity of the Homeric age the great heroes sought and peace in their garden plcts, or over a mess of pulse or herbage. Legend tells us of the cooking skill of such heroes as the mighty Ulysses who kindled the fire | favorite player and I will always try_to be like him.” | el Beda ag curves generously displayed in bath- mend. Young Nelson is supporting his mother and crippled father, and is going to night school besides. When we can raise boys like him we don’t need to worry about what’s happening to our youth. — mane i en the very simple spring hats bring top prices. | What Price College? What price a college education? It has been estimated, that a bachelor’s degree costs four years of time and constant application to school work | and $4500; the master's, five year and $6000; and the | doctorate, seven years and $8500. This does not include the millions of dollars spent ; annually by the state for maintaining institutions ! of higher learning. Students attending college and those who plan to enter will do well to consider the | tremendous investment which they are making and | strive to gain the utmost value from the time and money spent. Students who take their college work seriously, as an important foundation for future life, will. find employers eager to give them a chance. But stu-{ dents who think that their life of work is completed when they have been graduated will find that while a college diploma will get them their first job, it} may never get them a second. ! Wisdom From a Boy Here are words out of the mouth of a boy of 10. They are written about his hero and in their sim- plicity lies the unadorned eloquence of sincerity. He writes, “He pitches his best all the time, whether he is winning or losing. He plays a clean, square game all the time. He is the same kind of a fellow off the field as when he is on the field, He lives a clean, healthy life, which helps him in any- thing he does. He does not take all the glory, but gives others their share. That is why he is my Thus Edwin Marshall, the boy, writes about Wal- ter Johnson, the ball player. ' A credo, if you will, of the boys of all America. Something to be pondered and digested by all of us old heads who are worrying about the younger generation. Why Spring Hasn’t Come Spring has not came! ic As is proven by the hordes of young maidens with ing suits now taking icy plunges in their native vale’s lakes and rivers! Custom decrees that these plunges be taken no! less than three months before spring actually ar- | rives, in order that the maiden fair may be quite sure that shi really first and will have her pic- ture in the paper! January has ever been the decreed month for the; “first plung in order that outdoor bathing could properly begin in July. April “first plunges” meaa that the bathing season will begin in October. and laid the cloth, Achilles turning the spit, Patro- clus drawing the wine. But ancient poetry and essay are one continuous. chronicles of the hero, the gardener. Cicero waxed eulogistic, even in the midst of his caustic lambasts, upon the succulent beet greens and tender lettuce grown in his garden plot. The Egyptians raised altars to cabbages, adoring the huge obese hea so many Gods. And the Egyptian bowed lowest to the cabbage tilled in his Editorial Comment Franz Kneisel (New York’ World) “The only way people wanted chamber music,” Franz Kneisel once said of his early years in Amer- ica, “was with an upholstered sofa and a cigar to help him enjoy it.” To him above every one else is due the fact that there are eagerly appreciative audiences for chamber-music organizations and that The mighty Alexander found the onion in Egypt {we have a creditable list of American composers of and sped the war so that he could get home to grow | such mu: tender onions and consume them each morning with honey dripping from the comb. early, Mr. Kneisel laid a many-sided impress upon The pages of Ovid, Livy and Horace tell again | American mus‘ He was long the solo violinist of and again of the delights of gardening, and what | the Boston Symphony orchestra and conducted the profit it a man if he rule the whole world or write {concerts of that body at the Chicago world’s fair. a mighty saga and cannot hoe his own? He was a teacher of distinction. But it was as the ore ree errr a: erganizer and for thirty years the head of the Knei- One great evil of the radio is that burglars can’t | sel quartet, which he made one of the finest string start to work before two or three o'clock in the / quartets in the world, that he will be chiefly remem- morning. bered. In this field he was an artist of genius, and his contribution to American culture should long be recalled with gratitude. In the career that death has ended much too Harbinger Did you say it was spring? know? The robin is a notoriously false prophet, and the violet c4n be lured forth with promises that are never kept. We know a man who changes to long underwear on Thanksgiving and to short ones on Easter Sun- | Well, how do you day—and he lives in a city where the weather is as unreliable as a man describing his radio set. Beautiful though his faith is, it is misleading. But there is a herald of spring that is more uner- ring than the calendar and less deceiving than the birds—and it is baseball. Opening day—when the very world seems to resound with the thump in the catcher’s mitt, and the crack of the ash against a speeding ball, and the hysterical roar from the stands—that day is the beginning of spring. Weather is a small consideration; the season has started and it is time to be young again. The difference between good luck and bad luck is usually the frame of mind you happen ta be in. An Idea On Punishment Dr. George H. Reeve, prominent psychiatrist, says that criminals are sick and it is the duty of the courts to understand and cure them. This attitude towards the bad boys of society différs from the idea of punishment and retribution which has been carried over since ancient times. When children are very young, punishment is used to keep them in the line of orderly conduct ‘but as the children grow older the parents reason with them and try to understand them. It is the same with a race or nation. While @ race is young. punishment protecis the group against the conduct of disorderly members, but as the race grows inte a more mature civilization, reason and understand- ing should supplant primitive methods of social regulation. SEERA i People who long for the olden days forget they used to put people in jail for owing money: One Boy’s Deed # you're inclined to shake your head over the so- called “decline” of our younger generation; consider == the ease of young Sanford Nelson, a telegraph mes- .. Senger boy in Seattle. - Nelson saw a. holdup, jumped off his bicycle and captured one of the robbers, an armed man. So busi- fess men are raising # fund to help him get an Se ; fant only. hin bravery, that eel come A Second Niagara Falls (Minneapolis Journal) The vast energy now going t# waste down the turbulent rapids of the St. Lawrence River may yet serve to bring about the construetion of the St. Law- rence Seaway, and the consequent opening up to the great mid-continent region, now shut off from tide- water, of easy access to the sea. The utilization of this water power is an impor- tant feature off the preliminary plans made for the Seaway, and the engineers have calcylated that the dams which must be built to make the St, Lawrence navigable for ocean-going craft, will yield enough power to amortize the entire cost of the project. A new scheme is now brewing, however. It con- templates immediate utilization of the tremendous available power by means of a huge dam stretching between the shores of New York State and Ontario which would raise the river eighty-three feet on the Longue Sault Rapids. It would cost 258 mil- lion dellars, or almost as much as the St. Lawrence Seaway, but it would develop nearly twotand a half million horse power, half of which would be used in New York. This is five times as much’ power as is now taken from Niagara Falls on the American side. The project would, in fact, create a new Ni- agara Falls with half the height of the original, and would raise the level of Lake Ontario forty miles away by seven-tenths of a foot. It could be built in less than five years. Private interests stand ready to furnish the capi- tal and build this monumental dam as soon as New York and Ontario can reach.an agreement on the matter, with the power to be equally divided between them. Colonel’ Hugh L.° Cooper, called the foremost power development expert in the country, has laid the proposal before the Water Power Commission of New York. He declares:that its realization would accelerate the building ofthe St. Lawrence Seaway, because ,it would so raise the level of the river as to obviate the necessity for five locks now in use. It would deepen the river for forty thiles to the west- ward from the dam. 3 This project, so attractive to New York State, which would not have to spend a cent to see it real- ized, may serve to remove the obstacles that State has been putting in the way of the Seaway. Colonet Cooper is strong for the opening up the Great Lakes to ocean-going craft, and ie that the Lakes-to-the-Sea channel by way of the pa | rence Wil be bullt in the:nenr futsre. 0 T= 'B AN OFFER OF HOPE “Honestly,” said Mamie to “you ma: this on yed ment I think that) ih n New York, I would be self-respecting, as Buddy Tre sweetheart, than Iam nov Riley, the ‘check-girl at the Arts.” “Hush, Mamie, hush,” I said to her. “You are not yourself tonight. | You have always been so self | Why, do you know what would nave happened if 1 had not had you that first night at the nt? | Just as sure as you are saved me that night from a prison) dT] ore | ie Beaux | jon't despai that for any as you do, her to sing. “You say Buddy Tremaine unhappy. You must know! who wants to sing will be made for looks | I wonder if it would be lation for you to know that he is lonely for you? You a woman who brought him back to the | knowledge that there are good wo-| en in the world. You are the one} aman who gave him back what he lost when he found his wife was not} what he thought her. The only giri| who showed stamina enough to leave} a life of ease for a principle. Why, | even his own wife shows that she would give up love for luxury. 1 don’t think she's any better t! the! rest of the gold-diggers, do you he Last Gentle Hint? : | Perhaps not,” si sol be shocked at me, but at! shes’ got him, T don’t see that she’ getting punis “Oh, y happ she night, looking diamond tiara. didn’t smile very it was b Chicago with ) “Well, let’ more, dear. get your reward I'm going out to morrow jons very soon. unch that I’m going to get hyndred-and fift Tiget ity we" He She's not any happier than didn't out from under her 1 will w York,” | not talk about it any! You're much better than you; either of them and you're going to nd if I can get one, see that we'll start i “Yes, it must be,” said Nancy and Nick. At that very minute ‘Mrs, Crack- nuts was laughing’to herself as she | carefully put away a bottle of glue. | “What vaddy doesn’t know, won « | hurt him,” she chuckled. “But there re more ways than one of getting | what you want in the world.” (To Be Continued) id Mamie’ di (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) got him, Juli | |e if NEWS BRIEFS | Tic up of New York shipping is threatened by a strike of 3,000 work- ers on 400 tugboats for higher pay and shorter hou she did.” She's not show it last ’ this, she | often but I thought | was comparing | for ‘Utah states of American embassy iBprice asks | military police: protectio| construction company in Nayarit and Jalise on thi arth, too. | C. Graham, superintendent, look for a plac ay: Louisville ‘that Kentucky j-saloon league will demand re-+ S-| moval of Assistant Treasury Secre- Besid ‘tary Andrews for senate testimony. doll in interview with | », President Coolidge returns to, of ice after several hours in bed to avoid a cold, her in town.” " said Ma c you'll ever get but if you do you must! dren pickets for New Jersey textile strikers return to Passaic af- ter failure to see President Coolidge. money bac not spend “But, I want to do something for ydu, Maggie.” Finance Minister Peretdecides to “Well, if you want to very much,| negotiate French debt settlement in you will let me come into ‘your room| WElnt fee and sleep tonight, Tam so unhappy, | {Vashington ate: Senden: | Taga: and I do not think I can sleep. (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, TOMORROW: Girl — - + ey! Inc.) David Holer, farmer living near to eae | Kenyon, Minn,, believed to have been ‘0 Girl, ____| gored by bull, was found dead in his ‘TWINS i by OLIVE ROEED?s BARTON i THE MONEY ON THE WALL “Excuse me for a minute, please,” said Mrs. Cracknuts, the ' squirrel lady, bustling out of her parlor to get the rent money. “Just sit down! Sit. down,” said Daddy Cracknuts, hospitably motion- ing the visitors toward chairs with his hand. Mister Tingaling, the fairy lord, sat down in the green chair, and Nick sat down in the red | plush chair and Nancy sat down in the blue plush chair, Daddy himself sat down in his old easy chair and filled his pipe. | “I'm sorry I can’t afford to paver the dining room this year for Mr knuts,” apologized the fai “I'm sorry if it’s all brown in s from the maple syrup that soaked through the walls, But th the trouble with maple-tree apart- ments-—especially in the spring.” “Yes, know,” nodded Daddy Cracknuts. “But don’t «worry, sir! Women are too fussy. It doesn’t! bother me one bit what kind of paper is on the walls of the di The only thing that worri the kind of food that is on the table of the dining room.” And the squir-| rel gentleman laughed and laughe his! own jok d | Mister Tingaling "looked at his watch unseasily. Time was going and there was no sign of Mrs. Cracknuts returning, Could it be that she could not find the dollar for the rent] money? { But just then in rushed that lady} herself. “Oh, dear! Oh, dear me! Grgeious, goodness, mercy on us, alive!” she cried. “Somebody | hag done something dreadful! Just | and sec! It’s right out in the! dining room. Oh, dear me! | Ove rashed Mister Tingaling and! at his heels were Nancy and Nick, and Daddy Cracknuts, | “Look!” cried Mrs. Cracknuts. | “Look! Someone has pasted my dol- lar bill right onto the wall paper and I can’t get.it off.” | What she said was true. There on; the wall, right where it showed the most, a dollar bill in fairy money | was pasted on the wall paper. | Mister Tingaling looked as though | he'd hit his crazy bone or lost u dia- | mond ring, or was going to have a| tooth pulled or something, How was | he_ever to get his rent money now? But Nick had an ides. “I'll take my knife and get it off,” he said, “I, cap screpe if off." . “But \you'll ruin “the wall,” cried Mrs. Cracknuts. “You'll have to cut a it piece right out of the Daperf and oa Rev jive in @ house bh a big piece cut out of the rer could Mister Tingaling lo tii plush | Nick. Scrape off the bill, and I'll see, barn. aper| _ Herb Hill, of Ellendal | feated Bert Hiatd, of Whe: |in two falls in wrestling N. D., de- on, Minn., match at that. Mrs, Cracknuts gets new put on her dining room this spring. Nick: got tho money off and Mister | Whenton. Tingaling put it into. his big pocket. | renter. hook, and Nancy wrote out a receipt |g. for the money and handed it to M Cracknuis, whe was faifly dancing | | \ ese A THOUGHT | with joy over th Everybody said good-bye and then Mister Tingaling and the ‘I'wins went | to be down in the elevator, “It must have goblin or the played that tr thoughtful good news. << —__—__—__—_—_o To him that esteemeth anything unclean, to him it js unclean. —Rom. 14:14. 4 been the bad little een Bin ‘ Gazookumses who God be thanked that. there areisome ’ said the fairyman | in the world to whose hearts the barn- acles will not cling.—J. G. Holland. ‘AS Lt SXPiNnep To “ou At FIRST TI 4 SWANT A TWOeWAY SOCKET THATHAS A. ‘NEAT APPEARANCE.’ NGITHER OF THOSE Witt DO. PERHAPS You HAVE !SOME' OTHER: TYPES. « | ‘\ COULD: SELECT FROM? f t . ff if nT “iff rould look hor. |. fing Romance of «flapper edvenburcs on lifes highiay” Over the Top She cowered in silence. The voice itself, a gentle, reassuring drawl, would normally have tended to subdue the beast of panic agains: which she was delivering silent, heart-breaking battle. But it was pitch dark. As the freight train gained speed it began to lurch like a schooner in troubled waters, Beneath her feet the boards billlowed over a bedlam of clank- ing, grinding iron. She glavered through rattling teeth. She couldn't help it, nor could she retain an ago- nized cry: “We're locked in, What'll we do?” “As I said before,” the quiet voice spoke from the blackness, “nothing —absolutely nothing. . Blessed be he who expects: nothing, for he shall not be disappointed.” “He said it would be a couple of days before they open the door,” she protested frantically, “maybe more. Is there no way to get out?” “If the blind lead the blind,” quoted the voice, “both shall fall into the ditch.” “Who are you?” she quavered. “Be of good cheer,” came the an- swer. “It is 1; be not afraid.’ It sounded like Bible talk. Strange people quoted the Scriptures. In the old days at Ryeneck it was Hannah, monitor ‘of Hardiman's seminary of profane love. Here it was a voice in a wilderness of ma- \gnant dark. She felt in her - tt for Alley. The kitten was sim: mering blissfully. She began to feel shame. The voice and the kit fen were unafraid. Whither had her courage fled? “I guess it’s the dark,” she thought. “I'm afraid of the dark.” Aloud she asked: locked in! “How do you know I ran away?” she asked startled. “Don’t you mind being locked up —for an indefinite period?" We are all locked up—no matter where we may be. What does it matter?” A philosopher. Well, she, too, could be a stoic.. And a practical hobo, too. “Got a match?” she called. There was silence while he searched. Presently: ‘Please light it! I feel like Jo- nah. I want to see what the inside of this whale looks Jike.” There was a splutter of flame, which for a moment lit a tall figure. The match promptly went out. “You are Jonah,” he commented. “We may starve to death,” she suggested, comfortingly. jot unlikely,” he answered, in his gentle voice. “I have frequent- ly contemplated death in its varl- ous forms. Drowning, I believe, would be the least unpleasant, and starving the most fearful. The body craves food above all else, and when food is denied it, there is, as you might phrase it, hell to pay.” “Don't!” > Her interraption was a scared wail, “I don't want to hear any more.’ ‘But as, dreadful as. starvation is," he went on pit is as noarne compared Me penaa le of dy! yy. thirst. ir throat be- comes parched, Yours—" “Don't!” - It was ® moan now. “Please don’t!” She heard his step. He was close. She sensed that he towered There -was con- she reflected with a pitter sniff. His quiet voice was heard ag: “How old are you, son?’ ‘Eighteen.” “Young to be cutoff like this. But. you: should fave considered that before you ran awa: “How do you know I ran away?” she asked, startled. _ “T can see,” he answered, “even in the dark.” “Now,” he said,,“we'll get out of ee f chilled re at ee “Quit. that, Old Timer,” he’ said. “fm not going té hurt you, It’s without your wrigeling like that wi i" is like that.” <t do you want me to do?” tered on the roof of the train. He was by her side without assistance. Something of the smote her in the face—a something that whip- ped her cheek like & cat o° nine tails. “Down,” he comfhanded gently and, stretched beside her, called in her ear. “That meant a tunnel or bridge ahead. Lie still and hang on.” She obeyed dumbly. If death were to come, let. it come now. They were funneled into an airless hell where all the stars in the sky fell in a shower of hot cinders. The weight of the tunneled moun tain was on her chest, ane right,” he sald presently. “Up ry The voice and the rush of fresh air revived her. In-a:ray of the moon she glimpsed his face. It was as black as the inside of the freight car. She looked at her own hands. They were sooted like his face. A foolish memory fitted through her mind;-of Maisie and her cards. “You're going to meet a dark man . take @ journey with him... danger.’ She laughed joylessly, He had bent down before her to force an- other trap-door, She peered down. bei lost her balance, Headfirst sho fel Amenities Although no longer a member of the Actors’ Equity Association, Ed- win Booth (and that, mind you, no nom du theatre) was still on the road with Shakespearean reper- toire. Before this motley company of bums he now stood upon a saap- box forum and invoked to their midst the ghost of imperial Caesar. The eminent though shabby his- trion looked upon a scene familiar to his ‘audience, uncanny to any other. The pale, flickering light of a half-dozen squat candles picked an assortment of vagrom faces out of gloom. The sickly gleam and their several tendencies to the dis- solute or unkempt gave these faces the character of the infernal. Nor wes there anything in their back- ud to relieve their sinister aa- Mr. Booth coughed nobly for tention and announced his stern re- solve to rid himself here and now of the oration which had once caused critics (he could show clip- pings) to compare him, not unfavor ably, to his distinguished forbear of the same name... Even the stew- pot hissed the news. Mr. Booth elevated his blue-veined nose, glar- ed into Much of space as was not excluded by the four walls of box car No. 239,076 of the Atlantic Seaboard Line, and thundered: “Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!” - He was interrupted by a chorus of personal ribaldries, which swell- ed and died without having the least .efféct. Its end found Mr. Booth well along in the rite of burying Caesar. He was gin-soaked, this Thespian undertaker, but let- ter-perfect. He gesticulated “pas- sionately and his voice rose to a peroration: “Great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen——” The second interruption of the funeral was as remarkable as {t was thoroughly efficacious, Above Mr. Booth’s noble brow a square of the car roof had quietly disappear- ed, a Jolsonesque visage had shown for a moment in the frame and. without a warning cry, the rest of the black face’s owner had dived head foremost into his arms, which instinctively wrapped themselves around the interruption. Mr. Booth; for countable seconds. stood ih idiotic ‘contemplation of the soles of Barbara’s shoes. Ther he let his burden fall in a heap al his feet, lifted up his eyes and ad dressed the last line of his speecb to the overhead opening: ‘Bloody treason flourished over us.’ . The figure of Barbara’s compan: ion fell, cat-like, into the company of the aristocracy of hobohemia. “Bravo!” yelled the company, but Mr. Booth did not bow. The ao claim was for the new arrival, whu stood moodily aside from the group. ‘Who's your friend, Bravo?” asked one of the vagrants, indicat- ing the sooty-faced Barbara. Ap parently the word “Bravo” was ap plied to the newcomer as a name, He found a handkerthief and rub- bed some of the coal dust from his face. “Back to your corners, bums,” came his equable voice in an order which was obeyed He wiped som¢ of the, grime from her face and ran a thumb over her chin. “Not a sign of a whisker.” He shook the re cumbent form. She stirred. The man called Bravo lifted his head and said: “Hey, Milkshake, what's the chances?” “As good as Gordon's own,” reo ommended Milkshake. He placed in Bravo's hand it. upon her tongue a sensation mixed of fire and i She gulped and sat up. A “What happened?” she whin- pered feebly, “ id. wo fall offt” How many days had ela, she had followed the iy pe across the jigging top boards of the freight?’ How many bones in her body were broken? Was this a hos pital? Galvanized by Be Pergo Ga the noisome liquid elt upon her to: up and looked arounde n° ** “No,” she-decided, “ the hereafter.” meet ‘added a pencil onerery Pew some 275 in. nw ‘taken up, 275 were accou: tor, but FR MS olla oe & flask which he .. - pocktt. an echo in .. 4