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NEW YORK ne - ifth Ave. Bldg. (Official City, State and County Newspaper) 4 3 : Ee} Longings Henry Ford, one of the world’s richest mer his greatest joy a simple little old inn, gray with age, mossy with time, in the hills of Massachusetts. Few pictures of the maker of pigmy ¢: finds rs have been taken in the late months that did not find him |’ in the inn. -Sitting in an ingle nook surrounded by warming pans, blowers, and all the insignia of a fireside’s past, -walking over silent paths about the inn, or eating simple fare from a check-clothed table. Henry Ford’s return to the life simple is no stPange thing. Listen to the talk of any group of rich men lunching Hi their club on guinea breast and mushrooms, smoking dollar cigars “T've got my eye on a simple little place in ‘the country,” says one, “I'm trying to buy back the old farm, swimming hole ’n’ everything,” says another. “What do we get otit of this sort of life, anyway says the third. “Did you ever wade a creek when you: were a kid and pick apples in an orchard?” Now that spring is here, Sunday after Sunday a st@ady pilgrimage of car: tening, high- powered, flying cars glide on to common Mecea the country. Rich man, potentate, ”” Mogul, fly on in an aura of the country, the simple life, a world where apple blossoms fall like coral from fresh-leaved tr where sun and moon: and star's shine cleaner, where —just on into the land where things seem not what they are. “The farmer laughs. What do these folks know of hig life—of its gruelling toil, its risings, groggy with sleep, into dark morning, its days a round of toil and more toil to wrest a living from the soil, little time, little thought for blossom and bird, sun and moon. ‘ Just the old story of the quest eternal for hap- pitiess in the lot we do not own, Just the old story of regret for the thing that was, the realization when the old swimming hole days are over, that after all they were the only days. Then they were days of longing for the big city and the “world out- side.” But now—the president of the United States and his wife will summer in a tiny, little simple cottage hugging the slopes of the Adirondacks above Lake Placid. ' That is the summum bonum of the greatest man in. the land—the straying from the white portals of the most famous house in the land into a simple little cot. And the dwellers of the mountain and lake look with envy upon a man who comes from a great white house in a great city. Look and see if you have enough gas to get back on unless you are taking a good looking girl along. S. Kidding Congress There are plenty of instances of congressional asininity, to be sure, but for every stupid act there are ninety and nine cheap jokes, on the stage in newspapers, funny columns, in the hum is maga- xines. Many humorists won their way to fame with & few variations of the mother-in-law joke or. the traveling salesman joke or others of that ilk. Now it’s getting to be so that a° congressman, in the vague minds of many of our modern humorists, has become a good peg on which to hang almost any kind of worn-out gag. Mrs. Florence Prag Kahn, congresswoman from California, believes it’s going too far. “This utterly false and misleading chatter, just in a pitiful attempt to be comical, is breeding in our people an utter lack of respect for our government. We need to preach less about what the government should do for the citizen and more of what the citizen should do for the government.” It might be well if the country had a sober thought about Congress once in a while, if only for the sake of an original joke or two! Mw s ‘Nothing seems to surprise a real fisherman more than catching a fish. Fo Inland Waterways very community through which a possible nav- ighble stream flows should be aroused to its poten- tial value. Great savings may be made by the pub- 1i& through the utilization of inland waterways, and the matter has received insufficient attention. I¢+has, however, been proven that water transporta- n, is a paying financial investment and offers the hespest means of expanding our transportation f: to keep pace with the growing needs of our commerce. j sensibly makes a girl look so conspicu- bore Johannes Tielle back to Holland as indesirable alien. He was like any other of the d- that Ameriée rejects daily. But Johannes 0 Johannes Tielle has the laugh on us for that. 1.20 'toms boat nearby leaped in to try to save her, but the current mastered him, too. Johannes Tielle, in the full strength of his twenty- eight years of Dutch manhood, poised but a moment and he was in with them. First the woman, then a return trip into the grip of that sweeping cur- rent for the man. He took them both back to land and safety. . The The spring fashion warning seems to be, “Don't count your clothes before they match.” The Pound Is at Par Great Britain went through a great war, and paid and paid and paid. In the bitter years after 1913 hundreds of thousands of men, out of work, received doles. Just before the general strike which paralyzed the country and threatened ruin if prolonged, it law called Johannes Ticlle “undesirable.” | | | was estimated that there were 1,000,000 men out of jobs in England, because there were no jobs for them. And at present the country must build up from the disastrous financial and economic effects of the strike. 4 But the pound is at par! Sterling was worth $4.865 the other day in the New York market. British money had steadily worked its way back to its standard worth, Those who thought the British empire was losing its might can look at that figure, $4.865, and feel foolish. alt? The real reason many a man looks down on his wife is because she was silly enough to marry him. THE STORY SO FAR Sandy MeNeil is forced by. her (parents into a loveless marriage to Ben Murillo, a rich Italian. Follow- dng the ceremony in her Spanish cestral home in Santa Barbara, flees into the garden fora final secret meeting with Timmy, @ childhond Sweetheart. Judith Moore, her cou- ‘sin, a San Francisco stenographer in love with Douglas Keith, a student, finds ther and warns of a search being made by her parents. Sanly tells Judith she cannot go with Muri!- lo, but.she does accompany hin to {their honeymoon retreat, later cscap- ‘ing over a balcony. , GO ON WITH THE STORY Chapter 8. Siftin’ Purhy, As if were eee Sho sat on a little stone bench, her hands tightly clasped. She said with white, drawn mouth: “I'm crazy —just crazy.” It was so still here—so still and mysterious. The walled-in garde! ‘bathed in this dim, undulating light svith @ perfume and warmth touch- | ing over the flowers might have been the remotest spot on the earth and ms Fer ad idle ote Ree elt like this—pus! away —alone and forgotten. The beat- ing of her heart oppressed her with faintness and heat. For a long time she sat mption- less, staring at the shrubs and at a bed of stocks that were so fragrant. and so delicately colored in pink and lavender. Suddenly, sho said quictly: “I'll [~_ Baitoriat Comment | The False Whisker School of Authorship (Chicago Tribune) Sinclair Lewis is\ obtaining the material for his next novel by posing as a book agent in order to gain ready access to preachers in country towns. He hopes by concealing his identity and purposes to pry more successfully into the lives of ministers and the affairs of their churches than he could by other and more honorable means. Other writers of fiction may rely, in the old-fashioned way, upon creative imagination and an understanding of human motives; he will have nothing less than a confession, and he will not hesitate to wear false whiskers to get it. é Mr. Lewis, it will be recalled, declined a pri: f $1,000 for: his last novel because, as he explained, the granting of prizes has a demoralizing effect upon authors. Mr, Lewis was overzealous, W- believe he might have accepted the money without seriously impairing his own standards, at any rate, Coup d’etat in Poland (New York World) -That discontented elements in Poland should rally around a national hero like Marshal Pilsudski is not unnatural. This discontent, however, has its roots déeper than in the nature of the existing govern- ment. Poland’s troubles are primarily economic, and the supplanting of the constitutional regime with a dictatorship will not of itself bring a solu- tion. If Marshal Pilsudski succeeds in establishing’ himself at the head of the state he will have to face precisely the same problems and the same obstacles. encountered by his constitutional predecessors. The burden of readjustment has proved more than a war-impoverished people can carry. Unemploy- ment remains a serious problem; industry is de- pressed; the reformed currency has badly depreciat- ed, and the budget has shown a deficit despite heavy taxation. While these troubles are basically eco- nomic, they have been complicated by internal polit- ical dissensions and the fear of aggressions by for- eign neighbors. Ee Whatever government is set up in Poland as a re- sult of the recent outbreak will have to face difficul: financial problems whose solution calls for further sacrifices by the people. These’ sacrifices will not be conducive to its popularity, and it is not improbable that a recognition of this fact has helped pave the way for the elevation to power of a wartime hero like Pilsudski. Dog in the Manger (The Minneapolis Journal) Unless Pennsylvania voters should overturn in November the million plurality given the Republican ticket two years ago, Congressman William S, Vare is to sueceed George Wharton Pepper in the United States Senate next March. Senator Pepper is an exceptionally talented man, learned and able, possessor of a brilliant legal mind, signally honored with degrees by many cojleges and universities, and originally drafted into the Senate without solicitation on his part. Senator for only a little more than four years, he has already made a name for himself, a reputation for legislative abil- ity and judgment that is nation-wide. Congressman Vare is a typical city machine boss, whose training since he left school at fifteen has all been on the ultra-practical side of getting out the vote and distributing the jobs. His Senatorial qualifications are comparable to. those of former Senator William E. Lorimer of Illinois, who simi- larly advanced from ward politics to Congress, and from Congress to the Senate. In the ‘fifteen years that he has been in Congress Mr. Vate,has done little or nothing to make his name known outside his own Philadelphia district. The majority of Pennsylvania Republicans did not want Vare. Senator Pepper and Governor Pin- chot together got the bulk of the votes, but the ballots garnered by Pinchot came chiefly from Pep- per and retired to private life this extremely valu- able Senator. i Pinchot: insisted right along that he was running to beat Vare. - : The returns indicate that Pinchot, by running, nominated Vare. He had been repeatedly warned that this was what would happen, but he refused to withdraw. i" ‘Aesop, the fabulist, anciently told a simple tale of a dog and some hay and a horse. Unable to eat the stuff himself, the dog got into the manger and kept the horse from the hay that rightfully belong- ed to it. ij “The Senatorial hay was ot for Governor Pinchot. but he did manage to keep Senator. Pepper from get- ting he, an a orange Nmememenens an s Mi “ have to go back—in the end I'll have to go back.” In all her life she had never felt such utter, appalling quiet. Back there in the room Murillo was waiting. He had pource out Whe drink. Then ‘he had turned, found her gone. He was probably stepping out on the baleony—expect-|™ ing her at once. He would be a ittle indignant. He thad a right to be. He was her husband. She said this to herself. “Hus- band”—yes—he was her husband. ‘She was married to him. She had ‘stood up before a whole church full of people and taken him for her mate. She had known what she was doing. Why ‘then was she so alarmed? Why did she run out here in this ‘foolish way? She put these questions to herself accusingly. And she began to walk rapidly ‘between the shrubs. She said repeatedly: “I went into it—I went into it—I'm not afraid! What have I to fear? ‘ The whole drat of her courtship. flashed ‘before her. She'd marry thim == again—she'd have to—she wasn't -trying to get out of Images of herself and her insolent gaiety came with a taunt. The way she had vhrugged so breezily, telling the world: “I'll get b; Nobody’s going to high-hat me. my dears! can handle little Benny Venuto! ‘girs ho, a ‘husband’ of a up from the paper, * “I don’t think I went so far as tu say that Mr. Hathaway recommended me, Mr. Smith, Mr. Hathaway knows nothing about what I can do. I told Mr. Robinson that Mr. Hatha way would probably say that I was honest as I had one experience which he knew about that showed to him that I was one of ‘those poor but honest working girls’ that we are always hearing about.” “How long have you known Mr. Hathaway, Miss Dean?” “I only’ met him for about a half oe , teages. belahtened., . Mer an hour yesterday morning, but I ™ o. They filled her with a know his aon quite well,” « ‘burning resentment against herself— : t,” he said softly as if|¢verybody. She wasn’t brazen now to himself. I’ wondered what he Everything was altered—subtly and meant by that, ‘finally altered. The tears rushed to (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) ‘her eyes. Oh, why hadn't someone told her she was going to feel like ‘this? Why hedn’'t she known? She felt betrayed—abandoned and betray- She tried desperately to toss back OWN WAY HER t man bel line as cumstances.” He looked : that again I felt over. Some way he re-| myself gro T still looked of my father. { felt] him straight in the face, however, myself grow red. But I threw back| until his cyes fell and he said: “How- my head and gave him look for lvok. put you at the men’s “Where do you want to go—Miss—| handkerchief counter, Miss Atley is ss” quite ill and will not be back for a long time.” Again 1 raised my eyes, this time to intercept a queer kind of an ex- pression on his face. One moment I thought it was pity and the next I I supplied. man asked me that question was almost an insult but I ahgwered with spirit. 1 had’ been used. to that sarcastic tone from my father ever since I was a little girl.. | almost felt that he was angry. “I didn’t know that an applicant In the meantime Mr. Armgtrong, for a position in a department store| who had gone back to his office, re- had a chgice,” I explained, “However,| tgrned and he brought with him a since that seems to be your, policy, I per which he passed over to Mr, would like to be in the men’s gloves | Smith. ' or handkerchief department.” ‘After reading it the man scemed The man) raised his eyebrows. almost flabbergaste: . “I am afraid, Miss Dean, that you So you were recommended. by Mr. have not made. a very good choice—| Hathaway, Sr.,” he observed looking Y : only Fatty Flounder having| dishes containing a little food when AY deer.” o seaes you «lon’t.want.to wash them. 1 wanta go home!” wailed the little Rag-bag Whiffet suddenly. “I e wanta go home to my attic. I don’t like this place.” * CLIVE ROEERTs BARTON | “We'll have to take him, 1 guess,” . apologized Nancy. “Good-bye, Cap'n “I'm sorry you have lost your!Pénnywinkle, We're ever so much shadow, Whiffet!” said Cap'n Penny-1ol (To Be Continued.) winkle, when he had turnéd his traffic (Copyrigtt, 1926, NEA Services Inc.) sign at the corner of Shell Avenue Po ‘*% BARBS and Shell Boulevard at the bottom of ‘the sea, “I'll help you to find it if 1 can, but the trouble is that when shadows jump into # e jump i he water, they TOM SIMS The world changes. Arriving at a clusion is about like writing ‘the time on a piece of paper. ‘breezing into the room, laugh Being in debt isn’t even an inter-} Murillo, flaunt past esting experience. \ ing herself distracted! About all most ‘of us get out of our her fyture. She was married gardens is a few blisters on hands to brag about. him. | She didn’t Jove, him, She wes afraid of him. She didn’t want him uu want grass to grow on your idn’ hi try planting a garden, there.” |Ner ‘mouth, “There: wan no escape: . rai The world could be wire. Suppose you had to lather the lawn before! ,, you cut the grass? ot in a dream now but with an- noyance. Sandy I’ve been walking around ‘this fool place half an hour.” “Oh, "twas warm inside—the walls coming together—love the i A good sport is a fellow who fig-,;%t- ures fun is worth the trouble. | (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) NO SALE One fine thing “about summer is don’t try to spit out the auto change their shapes and your might lice aan look like anything from 4 plate of pancakes to a stick of candy. Just and I’ ask the whale.” The little traffic policeman turned his sign and the whale stopped. “Did you see a lost shadow anywhere on your travels?” asked Cap'n Penny- winkle. The whale winked one eye at Nan- cy and the other eye at Nick and then he wiggled ‘his tail. “No, you don’t!” chuckled he. “I've heard many @ queer story in my day, but! nothing as silly as that. Ta, ta! 7” ‘And off he went laughing so hard that ten dutter-fish and six mullets had to fly fairly out of his way. A sea-cucumber, sitting on the cur! stone, laughed so hard at this that he got the thiccoughs dreadfully. Then along came @ lobster and hit him on the back with his great claw. The sea-cucumber choked and coughed, and what do you think, my dears! Out flew his stomach and rolled with a bounce along the sand! Bousess Bouncel pounce hess ball. “You're arrested for assault ai t- tery,” shouted Cap'n Pennywinkle to pee ees, Bie ores Ae mene the lobster. “Just see what you've A [| |frth the: memoriew “Please, sir,” piped up the little y sea-cucumber who had coughed, “I Por a et ga ore don’t mind it, I never did Hike that depp sbveras:. Sie stomach anyway. It was too little ing! |! re Til have a new one in ten minutes. "as Si | Pas she sweuld ao nk Of Aer meine. Besid The lobster has < | hey were at Tehoc—at the lost his big claw. ern. The middle of .June, ‘but bri What's that?” cried the: lobster, Mant, abounding vitality in the beh, looking down. “Lost my claw? Why, | "Sandy « the window of the go I have, and I never noticed it! No indy stood at the window trarm done—I'll grow a new one in big room. Through the itrees she no time! But there! I thave an ap- pointment to meet some friends at ‘the lobster-trap at two thinly. We Nike to go and watch the fisherman haul in his trap, without us. We al- ways give three rousing cheers. Well, ta, ita! I must be going.” The lobster waved ‘his other claw, end he, too, wes gone. “[ donit believe my shadow came here,” said the Whiffet crossly. “The stork must have seen cloud shadow 3 meen ‘or something come in' water.” ‘ UR US “Cloud! Cloud! Who said ‘cload’?” : ee ae cried an umbrella-fish, swimnring up. 5 Ghat crowd but. teueecdoung. fr “Bverybody get under. I've lots of room.’ HE “[ should say so. In your head,’ said @ squid, squeezing in. “Gentlem« Be aengit Da zORr, ‘way, please, nut ‘n Penny- Winkie: “This is no piace for a. dis- eussion of brains. That was lucky,” hb tthey disappeared. “If starts ‘A rather peculiar thing to do at 1 o’clock in the morning.” She gave @ high, unnatural laugh. “Peculiar, my dear! I do peculiar things. It’s a .wey I have.” ‘She stared at his thin, sallow face as ‘hough she thad never seen it be- fore. She thought, with @ panic— with a hot, fainti panic—"G ‘Oh, good God!” He 'took her arm firmly, pressed her hand between his. ; She said with a little hurried P» “Look, Ben—lovely—” and. pointed ‘to the yn, that now swung dream- ly in @ golden mist over are, quiet hits. Alt beauty—ell high, ‘happy ‘things like that floating. away ina golden mi: Worry must be natural. Even people who are not married worry. Bet these north pole explorers boost Santa Claus’ rent. Office Boy: There's a gentl man outside with a long black beard, Boss (preoccupied): Tell him to come around with it tomorrow.— Judge. 2 a Garbage men worked harder be- fore salads were invented. ¢ A refrigerator is where you put T PAID SixTWCFive DOLLARS FOR IT YOU MEAN TO TELL ME You Pap! SIKTY-Five: Dov: | ee She was seared with unhappiness. She felt it all over her aching like a big, throbbing burn. It didn’t ‘help. that she said to herself furious- ly, “I'm to blame! Ideserve it! ‘It’s good for me!” just look! sapphire bluc now. tered across the pas (trailing brightly; w SIXTY- Five Dor-r4rs! chipmunks. Sandy watched e queer, gulpy ‘teeling ir. Oh, it was such aiday for joyousness; for a chummy gladness like ‘thet Sunday ‘of the picnic Timmy seemed the episode of another iife THAT'S A GooD' SUGGESTION — “AND STAY re SAO, Baek ink-slinging rou! ene rts, no one ror pe this nose before is face for a week. That's what he does if he gets mad, spits ink, and T-don’t dare to arrest him.” atin vais 2 eats youre, WHE But Cap'n Pennywinkle aid, “What are it. of b6r head—steady ‘herself to Fo at) Our Murillo, She was out ihere alone with} $; He faced her with eyes half closcd,| “Why did you do this,| {| the other. It seemed to her’ ‘that if Ben Murillo came toward her| tretchced, to her the ‘could see glimpses of, the take—| ‘old lady sat inder @ tree throwing peatuts to the that pittheve as sreting with . . She . Ms ‘4 went softly to the bureau. From a corner of the room came a yawn- td, dea Murillo was’ shrotched, ‘on the had eaten a hearty lunch. “SANDY” BY ELENORE MEHERIN i Gos tee ian gon He ex. er to acquiesce . Now she hummed a little, ran a comb through her heir. The Habit he had of keeping lips parted and those lack, arched brows gave him a look of rpetual, lazy disdain. His silky ir fell limply half over his fore- head. a “Come over here, Sandy darling. Come and sit here.” He motioned sleeplly, made a place’for her at his side, : arian win nena ost sgl jen his my i i is the mattress, He ered: poe ee ‘ . She felt suddenly like sobbing, She stared and stared. She could feel his hands on her arm—his ‘lips on her throat. She made a.littic, steal- thy dash to the hall. She took long, rushing breaths. I’ve no right to feel like this— Lord!” She almost ran across the ‘went werent along the weter’ She told ‘herself hotl; stand it—I'd rather be dead!” thought suddenly of her mother and her sisters—the way they had kept et her night and day—tho way they ‘had made her feel @ criminal be- cause of ‘that little trifling episode. They had pushed her into this—they knew what they were doi ~ Oh, they said it was all the same whether you loved a man or not— ail, the same! e began to laugh. Then she sat down, half stffocated, telling ‘her- self faintly: “Thisis crazy . . . nothing against him—he's good—.” She answered the voice wildly: “I don’t care; I don’t want him—I"l if he touches me again— “Oh, no; you won't! You'll go back there and smile and keep on pretend- ing—” She buried’ her face in her hands, fighting road the terrible longin; to cry. She had an incessant wis to give way to these tears. But she had a peculiar childish kind of game- ness that made her pretend nothing could hurt—like a fighting young- ster when @ stone ihits full in the mouth calling out’ to ‘his enemy, "You never tetched me!” She got up presently, powdered her nose, pulled the hat rakishly over her face. She looked across to the towering mountains, steadfastly. she wouldn't be a quitter now—she’ do ther share. He was her husband— he meant well. It wasn’t his fault that she’d been so blind. It was hard to tell herself this—hard to be ‘ She walked back slowly. After a whfle everything would be easier. Oh, you get used to anytl As she came into the lobby three young fcHlows were standing together laughing. One of them reached out and gripped Sandy’s hand. “Gee, didn’t expect to see you! Heve you run all ‘over the state?” It was Heinie Rivers and two other boys from Santa Barbara. She was so glad to see them—so glad for the friendliness. They began talking all at once. Sandy laughed aloud. It ‘thrilled through the room. Just then Murillo, in spotless white flannels, came up. Heinie was sey. ing: “We're all meeting for dinn then we're going to the dance afte ward. Come along, Sandy, won't rou 2" . oor aa “Of course! Indecy, Her husband took her arm. He glanced at her narrowly. But she didn’t sce this, She said gaily: “Isn't great meeting them? We'll have a it time.” le answered: “Will we?” She began dressing eagerly. She put on an evening gown of pansy color. It,enhanced the bright hair end dark, wistful eyes. She wee paler and more poignant with those troubled shadows under her eyes. Murillo sat in the wicker easy chair, one long, thin leg crossed over was languidly smok- ing, surveying her through hot, half e rd eyes. ‘Why, don’t you get dressed?” she said uneasily. He glanced down at the luxurious crimson lounging robe. It was of the heaviest silk and exquisitely tailored. “Don’t I look nice, darling?” “You can’t wear that to dinner.” an't 12” She waited ten minutes. “Please, Ben—get a move on. They’l-all be waiting.” “Who?” “You heard” Heinic inviting us to dinner, didn't you?” 3 . He came up and stood behind her, clasping her elbows softly: “Did you hear me accept, Sandy?” She looked her astoni: ‘There came a knock ai ] ilo said: “We dine here to- M anid entered, bearing @ tray. She held herself rigid, afraid of is Peaea teen jash of rough her brain ‘ ~ (Continued.- ment. the door. ‘AN ASS, MAYBE~ A motorist had just killed a goat. The owner demanded to know what thes motorist intended ‘to do “I will replace the animal,” driver. ‘ “You flatter yourself.”—Tit-Bits. Flapper Fanny Says: ‘FLAPPER FANNY 5: 72