The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, April 19, 1926, Page 4

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NEW YORK - : - Fifth Ave. Bldg. (Official City, State and County Newspaper) All Is Tolerance Herrin, Ilinois, and ¢ aleutta, India, are a long healthy. If you ar moonlight f go home with seve ribs. Hindu daggers between your If you live in Herrin, where the American types | greet television and broade: ting power by radio. ally with pistols | Power supplied by giant waterfalls and sent thou- u may pick up a stray bit of | sands of miles through the air by radio seems an | of Hindu and Moslem say it perenni and machine gun lead anywhere along the Rialto. The old world is a fine hater, but America has the newer methods. At the next world’s fair a com- petition along this line would be a distinct at! tion. We could almost count on American genius to produce the best samples of idiotic intolerance, Herrin offers only one of the brands we have here. The day’s news would be most inane without some little incident of brotherly love. One day a creed out in Kan: throws up a barrier between mother and her six children because the parent has been so immoral as to bob her hair. Another day an Iowa town chases a teacher away because the youliger population found pleasure in learning the | Charleston under her guidance Memorials Association desired to com- 's which F, T. Paul, emi- mankind. € The Liverpool Medic memorate the great servi nent surgeon, performed fe erecting the conventional bu: made a bronze cast of the su hand which made possible delicate and critical oper- ations. If this form of commemoration becomes a fad, we may expect to see casts of Ann Pennington’s knees, Lady Astor’s eyes, Marion Talley’s larynx, Charlie Chaplin’s feet, Jack Dempsey’s fists and, possibly, Mussolii martyred nose. This may be an age of specialization when even parts of the body may lead one to suce But, after all, it is the mind which is the directing force that makes all things possible. For the average person, the mind expresses itself best through the -character of the face. A bust of surgeon Paul would probably be a more cenduring monument and a greater inspiration to other physicians than the bron Instead of the association has Our Walter Johnsons = There is noticeable at this time of year a tendency, _especially among people who think they belong in the “intellectual” class, to bemoan the extreme pop- ularity of such big league baseball stars as John- =son, Hornsby, Cobb, Ruth and the rest. It’s a bad thing, they say, to fill the minds of young boys with excessive admiration for “mere” s. It distorts ues, pla too much em- on the physical side of life. aps there's something in what they say. 3 is regrettable that no American boy was ever Eknown to select Isaac Newton or Galileo as his “beau ideal; regrettable, but natural. = Yet the intellectuals miss the point. It is the way “of boys and young men to admire the doer, the man Sef action. And in a land that produces such ex- “quisite doers as Gerald Chapman, Martin Durkin gand the like—shouldn't we be mighty thankful that there are a few Walter Johnsons and Rogers Horns- Sbys to give our children heroes that are more whole- some to admire? It A Leg For Money Three human legs have been offered one James Tatom, 41, who, losing one leg in a railroad acci- -dent, broadcast his plea for a new one to be grafted _bpon the-legless stump. = “How much will you pay?” runs the tenor of each <letter from the three who would sever their own Gimbs to give to this man. .: If one but knew the tragedy that lurks behind the masks that each of these three wear! What grim eality of life so fearful that, for yellow gold, they "would part with warm, living, pulsing, flesh and Sdlood itself? * Desperate indeed is a human being who will fight Slown that fiercest of all human instincts, self-pres- ‘ervation, and willfully mutilate the body even for old! * Love of others can be the only answer—a child ferying for food or education, a mother hungering for one little taste of luxury after a barren life. & This is the reason that has made men throughout the whole epic of life stamp down even the fierce instinct of self-preservation, and mount to higher pe ‘on an even more gigantic instinct—love. anh oh sats A Modern Jarndyce-vs. Jarndyce Charles Dickens, in his inimitable style, has satir- often the courts and the various delays of law. @ Teporter he knew “his stuff” from the inside nd the lampooning he gave the administration of tice in England did much to speed up the process law, The fictional case of “Jarndyce vs. Jarn- ” has been used frequently to typify the devious of litigation. That truth often is stranger than fiction is es- blished by a 34-year-old case that has been in 22 times and now boks:sp.for another round. suit the possession of the former Cam- volves The Bismarck Tribune| ::President and Publisher | Kresge Bldg. | eon’'s right hand, the’ has also reached the United States supreme cow in the thirty-four years of its litigious cycles. logy have died. | Be Young, Carry On! | Would you like to keep young? birthdays and just keep working. | Chauncey Depew will be 92 years old on | The other day he gave the following as his | working: | “FT consider that my best and most important w 00 | was performed between the ages of 75 and 90, Most | did so afte to ru: | of the active men I knew who have died | they had quit working. It is much worse | away than to drop a id epew thinks it unfortunate that supreme cou De are 70. “Often they are at the height of their usefulne: | at that age,” id Depew. “Take the example j Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes of the United Sta supreme court. He is 85 and probably more acti than any other just: | with the possible exception of Chief Justi | Depew is right. j having something to do cn the morrow, the hop j and dreams of the future that we live best. Taft.” | Hello, Europe | Radio-telephonie conversations between }and common feat. Thi | pictures. And one might predict, the sane spirit which w {epoch achievement now. | A few years hence it may be commonplace. mountain of work separates our scientists from fin. j success, but, then\a mountain always appears larg from the bottom than from the top. Judging from the crowds that attended the ope ever. | Peggy in Search of a Home (Chicago Tribune) Poor Peggy Joyce is about to make her fifth t for ideal domestic happiness. This time it is to who has yachts and other property said to be wor $10,000,000. Poor Peggy! home. And the only result of all her heartbreal has been a collection of jewelry and a marital recor that gives promise, with time, of rivaling old Hen VIII's. 23, 1893, Margaret Upton, the little daughter of tl {village barber of Farmville, Va. ‘too happy child. The boys did not like her. she was dumb, terribly dumb. When she was teen she was only in the seventh grade. Iwas her chief trouble. \ two. j She country and ‘Europe. Marriage with Everett Archer, the millionai wi ling love she sought. They were divorced in le: than a year. He got the divorce and shattered h young dreams by charging scandalous things. In Washington, a little later, Peggy met and ma: out in anguish, “Girls, don’t marry a millionaire. wife is only a minor incident in a millionaire’s life vorce court. with which Peggy faced the world, reer progressed. dramatic fame, a Follies girl. berman of Chicago. lionaires. years Mr. Joyce started suit. scandalous things. name other men, millionaires and princes, and They were married. and a stage Adonis. didn’t count much. ted suicide over her; a couple more were said Peggy scanned the lot and declined a fourth try. great, grand, understanding, lasting kind of love.” girl always, temporarily engaged in the toothpaste business Chicago. ever, admired him so for his viking looks. appointment again. Two months saw the wreck and the unkind remarks of people who call her female Henry VIII. by the home fireside is too strong. Comstock— may spoil Peggy's hopes again. he will of money, case has been in every court of New York state and rt | Some of the lawyers who officiated at the birth of the! Then forget your ¢ on the supreme court bench, } It is in the looking forward, the persons way apart, but the atmosphere in neither place is so} separated by thousands of miles is now a practical ‘complishment has been Moslem and venture into the Calcutta jaccepted with the same casual spirit which grected a stroll, the chances are that you'll | broadcasting, the telephone, phonograph and moving | Editorial Comment | with Stanford E. Comstcok, Miami real estate man, She has tried so hard for a happy Peggy, in ease you do not know, was born May Arithmetic She couldn’t add two and She has improved since those days, of course. is now probably the best lady subtractor in, this grocery salesman of Denver, at the age of seventeen s Peggy’s first serious attempt to gain the last- ried Sherburne G, Hopkins, Jr., also a millionaire. It was only a short time afterward that Peggy cried And thus was this second romance ended in the di- Heartaches, of course, could not daunt the courage Her stage ca- She attained to that pinnacle of In 1920 came J. Stanley Joyce, a millionaire lum- In her desire for a home, Peggy forgot the tragic lesson she had learned about mil- In less than two And hey:tegy:charged He was heartless enough to duke and a dancing man, here and abroad. Of course he settled about $1,500,000 worth of jewels and things on her, but those things don’t make up for the loss of a romance in the case of a girl like Peggy. Other men came into Peggy’s life, a Paris banker's son, an actor, a Texas millionaire, another @rince, There were others, but they A Chilean millionaire commit- have ended their lives because she spurned them. “It’s not money I want,” she wailed, “but Jove, the For that was the sort of girl Peggy was, a home It was love Peggy sought when she accepted the plea of Count Gusta Morner, a Swedish nobleman The count was not wealthy; Peggy, how- But, dis- that fourth frenzied attempt for a cozy fireside. | i Four vain attempts to gain domestic happiness, jand the result—disillusionment, pitiless publicity, But Peggy will not give up. The desire for quiet, slippered, peaceful matrimony Perhaps Mr. But, word just comes from Mrs. Comstock that § Mrs. Comstock says she and her husband never have been legally divorced. Poor Peggy! We did hope Mr. Comstock would give her what she so much desires. Perhaps Ten million dollars is quite a lot itymost pt it is invested in Florida THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE ~ a ee Romance of o flappers adventures on lifes highway" is Nobody Tad end th“ aa Peat er | st | i rt of | es ve | ! i ! es ill a al | er | | | n- | ing baseball games in the various leagues, this sport | is still the national one and more firmly so than losi rs “The fools! there and punch t “‘T think you a clean out the pla like this happe to do it. The id a thing to a gir ay ks rd ry rotten crowd that ing my — bag, etting mo I 'think I'll go down! heir heads. d 1, Jim, itv il hi Of suggesting such like Miss Dean! | “‘Your money was stolen wouldn’t put it past some one of that) in to was accusing jus i iced, Mamie, that while 1 was} was going to bring-all his plans_ to Mr, | could | ything ave and I ou of all kinds of Apa hanaling games | 1 to have done it “‘One thing tha he | certain, D, The Beaux Arts r@staurant will have to! “It's all the bunk about girls pay you that money back and it can| helping each other. She was a none| get the mon from that bandit | better to other girls than men are to “‘Have you an idea, Jim, that any X= ere i if it wants tc re SS er re “Tum, tum, te, Mster Tingaling tho A », | book. their ren vet, i C hasn't paid hi: hty tighty! hi ‘kory tre T could change lace book. I wish it wa along!” They knew that a|He could have fied by this time ii climb the stai fat legs would go. When at 1 top, the fairyman h. to | nose. demanded shai ‘Cooling soup!” Tingaling. “H If you'd set ing getti “Rent!” cried Why I paid my | often must I pay Every fairy in of ip Their divorce was granted in Paris not quite three months ago. that lovely necktie spring things I call ind any more!” he hat: he w ¥ the owner of th IGALING GE ED AGAIN pends all his mone had his hadn’t been so kindh n, tum, te, um, hi, tum, a diddy oh! Come along!” said ‘i “What's all this rumpus about , for Mister Tinga ~ too hard to talk much. Ringtail twirled his mustache and | whacked his tail on though he was thinking very hard. And indeed he was. He was think- ling, “If I pay my rent, I ean't buy | the sky-blue mosquitoes all over it. ajthe rent, I can’t buy that beautiful handkerchief to tuck’ in m: pocket—the one with lavender grass- hoppers and pink snails in the cor- ners, Oh, dear, if I pay my rent 1 can’t buy ever and ever so many nice i want, and they won't | me- the Dude of Out-of-Door um ughtfully. do we go from here?” The Twins looked in the big re “There are a tot of people i Out-of-Door Land who haven't paid “Mister id Nane ‘ Then off we Il those stairs to climb in the T mean in the Hic! ory Apartments. But come guess I gotta reduce an long. rt and that I was as thin as it is. Come Nancy and Nick laughed merril: little Tingaling didn’t mean a word of it.| ocketbook money, nice kind with fa ‘ted. aad to down the last step. He was puffing like a locomotive going up a hill, Suddenly a door opcned a Ringtail Coon poked out hi: curi shouted rents,” 0 busine: rent all ready, Mister Ring! rent onee, spoke ng w. the floor And if 1 it sud ly began to smile. He smiled and smiled and smiled hard that even the hot little fairy- stopped mopping and puffi See horned | ping and puffing to For Ringtsil was no di d he hadn't been racking his brains for He had hit on a plan, and perly he would ¢ mosquito nec! T wish} he, starting to as fast as his little “It sounds like one cooling soup,” Mister io! That’s a good one! kettle of soup on my head, Mister Coon, it would boil in “Rent! How | | 5 still | | breast question would have been made about it if Miss Dean had not been alone and friendless in thi “‘Not the slightest, Jerr: “Well, you just watch me put the fear of God into them.’ found ty 50, on 1 st they all reached the on! Mister ous | "he | up as pay WINK and e| Will you come?” Potpourri 4 torney Buckner ow that determined young pass and when he left me JT told Jim much, Then | learned he was the f B tai You are in luck, Judy i Jim, I hope so, Jimmie,’ I told him, tind Mamie perhaps this is the begin- ning of something fine for both of us. “I know one thing. If I do ge the money and a job both at one look up the best voice teacher wh and ask hinr-héw long two hundred and fifty will last.” Mamic turned toward me little happy gurgle. “Do you know, timony. United States fi Quebec, ship, Patterson, N. Je dicts Albert W. with a Judy,” she attey, Bee) mah ts oy, convedtion ibe cach other.” With this she flopped back on her pillow and prepared for sleep. I was just dozing off when awakened me with a little shake. (Copyright, 1926QNEA Service, Inc.) TOMORROW: ted pi she Results. Smith Stimme and the chief. “What Son carth are you grinning so for, Ringtail Coon?” demanded Mist galing. “T—I—why, I just something kind for you, y fellow. “1 thought y: radio, It’s working fine! you'll step inside I'll ge we'll have a concert. grasshopper-snail_handker-| GEA" Pi Longfellow of ° | ited do the} | 1 pam. to said today, Minot—Clear, “Certainly,” said Mister Tingaling a Fargo—Clear, ‘Come andan—-Clear, 8 cotton-gin waste has almost the same fertiliaing value as dried manure. Norman D. Black of ident of was notified of his national patriotic instructor of the succeed the late inneapolis. Temperatures and Road Conditions | aa RSuEAREEEEEEEEEEEEEEneeenEee ee eee (Mercury readings at 7 a. m.) Bismarck—-Clear, 45 d. St. Cloud—Clear, 40; roads ood. roads good. roads good, Hibbing—Partly ‘cloudy, .31; roads —_____—__—_- i NEWS BRIEFS leaders in jer demanding re- Seere- and United States At- York. Workers on 400 tug boats win one «lay strike that threatened to tie up New York shipping. ish house of commons votes 222 to 3 for second reading of prevent publication of salacious tes- bill to i m distributors de- cide to quit business in province of because of severe censor- Grand_ jury in- isbord, textile strike leader, for inciting to riot and hos- tility to the government. St. Cloud, Minn., was selected for nth district Ro- ry conference at Grand Forks. Fargo Fargo attorney, appointment as Levi 1 toads good. . 43; roads good. roads good. roads good. Grand) Forks--Clear, 35; roads rood. - Duluth—Partly Cloudy, 35; roady souri station find! good. Winona—Clear, 38; roads fair. Rochester--Clear, 41; roads fair. ° HAIR}Z/ EVERETT J—Tee-Hee: —Vrece | Me! How, lo" rou Gomes | . yto, \Cos]facchocie | LSANDUTHS REST OF,IT SHE TALKED OUT {th thie » ONG * SXPLANATION +13 * THAT 5 MNEWIFS WANKED OvT THE MOST OF ITECIKS THIS } — TEE - Hee !— : MONDAY, APRIL 19, 1926 She Learned About Women } Milkshake, plotting something terrific out ef a pot, hovered-over j the steve, ‘This was a large ion | Mate set on four brick fect. Be. neath the plate burned several cans off a patent alcohol fuel, There were two pots on the iron plate. | Mulligan simmored in one, coffee bubbled in the other granite vessel. By a test known only to himself, Mil¥shake determined which was which, He made the matter cer- tain by dumping a small canister of brow and three tins of sardines in the gluepot on the left. Barbara caught him testing the Teault of the latter manoeuvre with an unwashed spoon, and met his eye with one of startled reproof. “It needed a touch of something,” he mumbled doubtfully, and retreat: ed. Barbara cleaned a broken cup as best she could with a piece of news- Daper and dipped herself a cup of coffee. It warmed and did not kill. The hour, by now, would be mid- night. ~ Many of the bums dozed. A | group kept awake. Whenever, in the throes of a Mulligan nightmare, a sleeper grew noisy, one of the wakers rose and kicked the offsnd- er into a new position. Then he would return and join again the talk, which was nightmare too. | By a test known only to himsel/.| Milkshake determined which was} which. | traducing, vulgar, devoid of gentil- ity, chivalry and decency. Bravo had heard, and without protest, without comment. She hated him, too. She hated all the generations of |round heeled daughters of Eve by whose records man could prove his rooster boast. And why, oh why, did life give her so many excellent reasons for hating the female, Bar- bara Brown? Every candle was extinguished. In the gloom of the car faces gleamed with a ghostly radiance, as of lard by moonlight. Preparatory to making the ful! | prepared coffee in the right hand) 8top at Cartersville, the train be- gan to lose speed. Five minutes since, Bravo had ordered them to douse the glims. It was decided to disembark in the railway siding which mushroomed from the main line outside this small Southern town, rather than risk an entrance into Pine Springs through. the well- policed freight yard of the larger town. Barbara was directly in front of the side-door of the freight when it. was opened. She shrank back with a cry and, throwing up her arm, shielded the abnormally enlarged pupils of her eyes from the blind- ing spectacle of sun and earth- green glory which stood revealed. They left the freight one by one. In her turn Barbara stood In tho doorway and prepared to leap. “Come on, yellow-belly, jump off or ya get kicked off.” Milkshake, in- sulting by way of being emphatic (a masculine trick to which Bar- bara was now fairly well calloused), was behind her, and merciless. She hitched up her pants, closed her eyes and leaped. She took her inevitable bruising without a whim. per. Pain was small change in the hobo's life. She assured herself »{that Alley was unhurt and limped down the path that Mr. Booth, Hel- singfors, Solly, The Dean and the half dozen other tramps who had preceded her had taken. It led to a clump of thinned woods. Within it the boes at once atrip- ped to the waist and soon were spluttering over a dish-pan of wa- ter. In the foreground stood a hairy monster of aman. Barbara, with horrified eyes, watched him as he dashed cupped handfuls of wa- ter against his chest. The ‘water disappeared into the matted shirt |of black hair with which nature, in one of her intense moods, had pro- vided him. One could, thought Barbara, car- ry the business of being a he-man | too far. She kept a respectful digtance between her squeamish self and this overdone male. She started for It was talk of towns, of epochal y handouts, of hostile and friendly | territory, of jungles where the/ ‘tramps made camp, of stakes to be} gotten, of various kinds of whiskey. | beler in Chi, a bar, it was stated,| from which all the knotholes had been eaten by the high-powered re- storatives spilled thereon. “Foist time I took.a shot o’ that stuff. 1 jumped so high I bounced t'ree times,” he said. “A dime a shot in the ol’ times. Four bits was plenty to get plastered in them days. There was a boig for ya. Reformers butchered it. I drifted trough a couple o’ years ago an’ went over to the ol’ south side. I could of almos’ cried to see the bill- boards stuck over the fronts o’ houses where many’s the night I saved flop-joint dough by buyin’ beer.” o 6 «© ew Booth bestirred himself. “The Philosophy of conquering the fe- male——” The Dean looked up from his book for a moment and snapped: “It’s not philosophy. . It's biology.” And resumed reading. “Call it what you will,” said Booth. He rose and began to pace the floor of the freight. “For my part, it is an art. I have been mar- ried six times.” There was scattered applause. “You are a simple, a primitive soul, to whom love is but a sea- sonal urge,” reproved Booth sono- rously. “I am speaking now of love as an art.” “How you do this?” questioned Helsingfors. “I never reveal professional se- crets,” replied Booth stiffly. Solly began a detailed account of a first-class matter in which the heroine was the pulchritudinoys postmistress of a prominent vil- lage. It reeked. Barbara longed to kill him, to torture first and then slay. She glanced toward Bravo, lolling lonely in the shadows. He was awake, but paid no heed to Solly’s narrative. Here she was, a “woman in a freight car. full of blowsy bums, and they were foully maligning her sex. Why didn't Bra- vo come to her defense? Why didn’t he ‘get up and strangle the boasting Solly, choke the filthy lies down his greasy gullet? But were they lies, . . and wasn't she a man? She rolled over and pillowed a buzzing head on’ her arms. She dozed.fitfully and had a strange dream. . . J. B. Hardi- man was a tramp, asking for a handout. oy Water dripping from the roof of the car swoke-her. She found her head ~ pillowed against: another sleeper. His mouth was a gaping, toothless chasm, She sat up and slithered away. ; Barbara made up her m! be would be 8 ‘vagabond, yt But she'd travel alone. It was a scrofu- jlous company. She loathed them, "Bravo haa said nothing. He wi hs . He wa ofthe tation hee Sgt ah now. er ‘heart: 1» ‘woman considered: every man fer i gnemy. Men: were, hateful,’ | was produced by the the other end of the shed. Here, too, she was repelled. No use talking, she'd have to be- come a man among men by easy stages. From the long top pole of the was} Milkshake recollected longingly the| shed hung one-half of the moist North Dakota} “Rub o° the Brush” he had swigged | Pink carcass of a pig. A large and laey for Crippled Children, organ-} over the historic bar of Heinegebu- | jovial negro stood by. Punctuating ized at Grand Forks. his discourse with resounding slaps- dealt on the defenseless departed’s smooth flanks with the palm of his hand, he recited the Odyssey of its capture. if “They's a wagon goin’ down the pike like a fiah injin. Ah hops it an’ ah gets a ha’f-Nelson or mah lady fren’, an’ off we rolls into the mud like Zbyszko an’ th’ Strangler goin’ to th’ mat. On mah way heah ah washhes mah lady fren’ off in the creek, An’ then ah brings this bacon right on home, “Sweet lady po’k chops!” He finished his tale on the note of ecstasy. He flung his arms about-the “lady fren” and planted six square inches oF Eneny kisses on her gleaming ribs. With Barbara a Lazarus at their banquet, the men went simply ahd grossly to their object of turning the raw pork into food. A rasor negro. Each hacked himself a chunk, spitted it on a green cut from under- brush and roasted his dinner to his taste over a bonfire in the center of the clearing. Victim of a city-bred stomach, Barbara loitered on the edge of the circle. Here Bravo came upon hes, sitting with her cat between her feet, her chin resting upon her knees. He contemplated her be- fore he spoke, and for the first time had a swift impression of the romance concealed and silent in the heart of this strangely deauti- ful boy he had initiated into hobo- dom. He took quick note of the slender white neck under-the rim of Barbara’s-eap and of the slim, unkouckled fingers which lay along her cheeks. 4 “Game kid,” he privately com- mented. “But he'll never stand the gaff—without a Jot of help.” When he addressed the stri; he was uncomfortably silenced b: the outrageous beauty of the eyes which were suddenly turned up- ward to his from under the peak of. his cap. He had to look away be- fore he conld coherently order his sentence, “They're fools.” He gestured to- ward the pig-addicts at the ‘barbe- cue. “Mr. Armour’ll have every cop in the county out hunting for his precious pig. You and I are going to head the hell out of here before it’s too late.” He paused. “Are you with me?” : ‘Cals in her throat choked ber reply. peer The world is t . Traffic coy coat tile ot floorwalke: hotel clerks. ‘And Bravo, soft-spoken and insolent het- man of the difficult ayocation to. which Barbara Tnanchored “beats Clearly Je hovah to her first carload of bums. (Continued im our next issue) Copyright, 1995, by Tiffany Wells. counties met here Ja: 8, Bow: