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E os he ma ‘iod the etic ich il ht yw was the eb ize joror Acct mi bt sess je 2 Mer afk irec ore vi se) a ildi st t gnif ratio pildi fodde Co The D pr ow, ys ire s use les, jouse PAGE TEN An Indepesdent Newspaper THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) Published by the Bismarck Tribune Com; Bismarck, N. D., and entered at the postetfiee as in the notoriety of crime, just az there are types. Bismarck, as second class mail matter. George D. Mann... Subscription Rates Payable in Advance Daily dy carrier, per yoar............ Daily by mail, per year, (in Bismarck)..... Daily by mail, per yea (in state outside Bismarck)...... Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota Member Audit Bureau of Circulation Member of The Associated Press é ‘The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the ‘use for republication of all news dispatches credited it or not otherwise credited in this paper, and alsu the local news of spontaneous origin published here- in. All rights of republication of all other matter herein are also reserved, Forelgo Representatives G. LOGAN PAYNE-COMPANY CHICAGO. DETROIT Tower Bldg. Kresge Bidg. PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH NEW YORK =) ya Stet 8 Fifth Ave. Bldg. ——— ("ficial City, State and County Newspaper) Athletics Dominate Colleges Quoting from a letter in the New York Times, apropos of “reform by which library and laboratory and lecture room can be raised to their true func- tion and authorit the writer says, “it cannot be done where athletic coaches are p: they are in many schools, twice as much a sor. Ne can it be done where the colleg much on the stadium as it does on all of its scientific lab- oratgries combined. . .+.In the average Amer can lege evel dent} ‘excited over athletics; very little is done to hold him steadily to the work he should be doing in classtoom and library.” If athletics dominated the colleges for the physical improvement of the great body of students, it would be defensible, but true amateurism no longer exists in tite. major sports in most colleges; the erage has absolutely no chance to participate in them; all he gets out of sport in the way of personal exercise is in jumping edly to his feet during a big game and shouting, “Kill the umpire.” These sports are maintained for their advertising value and their financial return. That may be a unpleasant fact, but it is the truth and might just as well be faced first as last. same letter, “the colleges have gone into the amuse- ment park business, and an amusement park, well ed, brings in a tremendous income.” This isin merely serves to call attention to the un- wise domination of scholarship by athletics, Real Achievement tion of the mighty changes that take seneration is found in Louise de Ko- ven Bowen's new book called “Growing Up With a Fall sei place «a1 Bowen is an old resident of Chicago, and her .traces the unfolding of that monster city from the thud flats of just one generation ago. She tells of an carly adventure in philanthropy when she sent a turkey to a poor family in whose | i home she had found the mother boiling thread spools soup. A day or so after sending the turkey, Mrs. Bowert called on the family and found the fowl, which was dead@r than a door nail, dressed in the baby’s one dress and lying in the one bed. The family did not know what a turkey was and supposed it sume sort of a doll for the iy. Today we still have our slums and our poor. But people do not starve in this country any more, nor is any family so utterly poverty-stricken that it could net recognize the Thanksgiving bird for what it is. Science has made great strides during the generation. We fly; we hear across mighty ocean machinery does the work of men. But great as any achievement is the progress we have made in bet- tering social conditions, Anne Should Worry From New York comes the news that “ Trish Rose” has completed its fourth consecuti year in the metropolis and is now launched on its fifth. The show already has run on Broadway—or in its vicinity—for more than 1700 uninterrupted perform- ances and seems certain to eclipse the record set by the London production of “Chu Chin Chow,” which was ‘shown 2000 times. The critics long since have ceased to wail and gnasb their teeth dver the phenomenal success of} this ‘undoubtedly cheap comedy. Scemingly, it is just “one of those things” that de explanation and a reflection, say the drama scriveners, on American taste, , But Anne Nichols, its author, should worry. Aside from the show's uninterrupted run in New York is the fagt that xcores of road and stock companies put it onjand pau ill more royalties inte the well- filled voffers of Miss Nichols Other playwrights’ of the higher drama” may turn up a haughty nose at the young lady’s pot boil- er, bit that doesn’t bother her. Anne by this time has something like a dollar for nearly every French- man in Paris, while some of her artistically minded contemporaries are still unable to support more than one automobile. : Rejecting Progress Lord Dunsany writes his fantasies and plays with a plain old quill pen. Any number of authors re- fuse to exchange their fountain pens and pencils for typewriters. Hilaire Belloc, we are told, was the very first author to use a typewriter for his work, and re- ceived a lot of criticism from authors of the older sebost who opined that no true artist could dabble with frass machinery, i‘ We rather like this clinging to the old—this Res: ture of disdain for the new—but it would be inter- esting to know how much, if any, market existed for the products of these disdainful authors’ pens, if all the world rejected the progress of this modern day, eee: Fame? \. x ble should be credited with the first train rob- bery ee Fnac dionegpped ‘gym up in a recent tome about the " que Jesse James, who has always been “cred- ited” with staging the 1873. t train robbery on July 21, ‘book explains that James was credited with } gang but which were hung on him because the bo +-President and Publisher | vs. 5.00 has been awarded ; +++ 6.00 torious Gerald Chapman, who died on the gallows in \ thing is done to get him (the stu- To quote from the | 3 In Defense of the Cottonwood Sager eprtenn: Rio; . i re is e made it casy to rer The Bismbick Tribune!" quality of his name made it easy t T member. | One wonders if Jesse James would thank his ‘champions who seek tu prove that syme of his stir- ring fents were performed by others. There is a certain type of humanity which basks that dote on the publicity given them for less anti- social achievements. Cheap : Capt. Fred W. Puckett, g detective of Muncig, Ind.. 3000 for his capture of the no- April. “ 4 { i bargain price for catching as elusive and tough a crook as Chapman. One may or may not admire the writings of Sin- clair Lewis; it is a matter of personal preferency and of no primary importance. But one must al- mire his attitude in refusing to accept a prize award for a book which did not fully exemplify the type of book for which the prize was offered. The ac- ceptance of the Pulitzer prize would have detracted ‘from the fine spirit of satire so prevalent in Lew ; works and his refusal of the “honor” displays 4 j sense of true proportion. | | No office can confer more dignity than that pos- sessed by the smallest man who ever held it. > oe | Editorial Comment —_—‘| | The Month of Primaries ' (St. Paul Dispatch) | brides, also is the mionth of politics and primaries. In the Northwest, Iowa opens the month with its primary on the first Monday in the month, June 7. Minnesota is next with the primary of the third | Monday, June 21, and North Dakota furnishes the hot finish with the last Wednesday, June 30. These are all impertant elections. Iowa and North Dakota select United States senators as well as representa- tives in congress and state and county candidates for the November running. Seven states hold primar- ies in June—Maine, June 21; Florida, June 8; New Jersey, June 15; North Carolina, June 5—and those already mentioned. Of the seven, four nominate United States senators—Overman of North Caro- jlina, Fletcher of Florida, Cummins of Iuwa and Nye {ef North Dakota being the incumbents. Amid s sonal distractions, these are all dates to bea mind. Important questions are to be settled in Min- nesota June 21. A full turnout of the electorate will tend to settle them right. No date in the month is | more important than the 21st. | It May Be Necessary (Cleveland Plain Dealer) Nothing is likely to come immediately of Secre- tary Mellon’s suggestion of a law to prevent the sale June, the month, of roses, of graduates and of | i | i | & When I got back to the store, I slipped into the rest room for a mo- ment... As I looked. inte the giass 1 wondered if I was good look- ing, and just as I was trying to make up my mind, I heard a strange noise. On opening a door I found Miss Cleaver stretched out pronevon the floor, her body writhing in agony. of fraudulent securi » but unless the blue laws of some of the states are soon strengthened, action by congress will become necessary. The change which has come over the economic po- i sition of this country in recent years makes more rigid regulation of security issucs and sales more ive than in the years before the war. The y loan campaigns increased the number of American investors in securities probably a hun- dredfela. And now that the United States: has: be- come a creditor nation our investments of that type will progressively increase. Education and the dissemination of information relative to investment have already saved the public millions, but millions are still lost every year—one estimate places the figure at $500,000,000—through the misrepresentations of fraudulent stock and bond salesmen. Most of us hesitate to see the Federal government extend its functions and to undertake measures of regulation which property should be as- sumed by the states. But the business of security {investment has become definitely Mmterstate in its | scope. Legislation commensurate with it would ap- {pear logical if experience with other-forms of in- terstate business be taken as a guide., (Minneapolis Journal) The cottonwood tree has been doing its stuff in Minneapolis. Freshly painted hemes have acquired, downy whiskers, Window screens have taken on a cobwebby appearance. The floating seeds from the bursting pods are a nuisance. Therefore, there is heard in some quarters the demand that all cotton- | wood trees be cut down. Why all? Only half are guilty.’ As in the case | of the mesquito, it is the deadly female of the srecies | that does the dirty work. The male tree is as guilt- jless as old Adam considered himself. The mother tree freights the breeze with cotton floats, nature's own tiny airplanes to carry the seed far and wide and plant new trees where they are needed, just as | nature employs squirrels to carry on the planting of nut-bearing trees. The father trée Jitters no man’s T hastily called the she brought the store p a nurse, Some was in keeping all know condition away from everyone in th store. After giving the woman a dos medic which he had to pour down behind her clenched teeth. he, left her sg pened teeet etm CLINS ROBERT? RARTON THE KIWI ANDTHE COCK. | CHAFER “I do wish,” said Nancy, “that we could find the door to Mister! Snoopsy's cave.” H “So do I,” shivered the little Whif-! fet, who had lost his shadow. | But whatever else he was going to say will never be known, For they had come upon a most peculiar cou- ple who were having a most peculiar conversation. The peculiar couple consisted of a cock-chafer and a kiwi bird: The peculiar conversation con- sisted of the following remarks: “Such big feet,” the cock-chafer was saying. “I never saw such big feet on a person your size, And as for tail, tee, hee, hee! Why, you haven’t a hair—I mean a feather. “Have o care, you little shri retorted the kiwi bird. “My bothers me not. cause I do not eat with it. As for my feet, I dote on them, In Kiwi Land it is not fine feathers, but large fect that make the fine birds. Now I wish~to sleep. Begone! But come back at a quarter to tweive— for lunch!” ~ “To lunch or for lunch,” said the; cock-chafer. ‘ “Bor lunch,” said the ki®i bird, | shutting his eyes and dropping off | to sleep as kiwi birds do. But suddenly he opened his eyes | again and looked at the cock-chafer tail I do not miss it be- sharply. “What's that?” he de- manded. The cock-chafer jumped about x yard. “Nothing,”’ he didn’t say a thing.” yard, save with dead leaves in autumn, but what tree does not? : So if there is to le any cutting of cottonwood trees, trees that usually are so situated as to give needed and precious shade, let the slaugher be con- fined to the female offenders. But, where cutting is contemplated, mark the trees now, so that inno- eent male and guilty female may be distinguished when chopping time comes, for it is only in the spring that the two can be told apart. The cottonwood is cursed for its disfiguring of- fenses, which are confined strictly to the distaff of the family. We wonder if those who do the curs- ing ever stop to think how trivial are the mother cottonwood’s sins, when contrasted with the great benefits conferred upon humanity by the cotton- wood tribe. In the plains country the cottonwood has been a life-saver. An earlier generation, building towns and establishing farms on the bare prairie, found in this largest of all the poplars @ tree whose marvel- ous speed of growth meant real shade for new homes in only a few years’ time. ‘These pioneers, when they were wise, planted both cottonwoods and elms, or other slower growing but statelier trees. And the nourishing cottonwoods baffled the summer sun and kept! everybody happy during the decades re- quired for the elms to,reach sizable pi tions, Statelier? Perhaps, “But the cottonwood itself, under proper conditions, has more than a slight jelaim to stateliness. A tree that can rise to a height of one hundred and fifty feet and expand its trunk to a diameter of seven feet, all in one man’s ne: need bow its leafy head to no forest neigh- rr. ’ | chirped, “I i “But you were thinking,” said kiwi bird., “I distinetly had a sh and it wasn’t a pleasant shock like) you get when you open your bureau} drawer and find a box of candy you} had forgotten about. I had a xhock like’ you «get: when you put salt on! your berries instead of —powdered/ sugar. Now out with it! , What were you thinking?” “Well, then,” the little black! bectie with the white velvet spots,! “I was thinking that your nose was’ entirely too long. What time did you} say. Tunch was?” i “It will be right now,” said tae! kiwi bird, “if you don't stop making / remarks about my personal appear-| ance.” | “Catch me if you can! Catch me! if you can!” shouted the cock-chafer; rudely, backing away out of reach} of the kiwi bird's long bill. 1 “Oh. I can catch you all rightec,”| said the kiwi bird. “Only I don't: dine until @ quarter to twelve. It) will be time enough then.” | So the kiwi bird ‘closed ‘his eyes again and went to sleep. | “He's afraid! ‘He’s af je’ afraid!” shouted the cock-chafer,| dancing around on his short bow-! logs. “He's afraid. to touch me for| T might pinch him!” i é vi" a) 2 ee for the ied eat and? fet had. seen and heard | the eee tes “You'd Met be} eareful.and not get so saucy, Kiwis! eat céck-chafers, you know.” “Perhaps,” said the cock-chafer, “but I’m the world’s original digger. T ean dispppenr In the ground be- fore you €an wink your eyé.” Which he did. Ai looked as Cock- But iust then the kiwi Bird woke up. “It’s’a quarter to twelve, I can , ind of course everything fe as a bank for Mister | single thing. unceremoniously in the care of the dd went to the telephone in sitting room. Here he held a low-voiced conversation with some- one, ¢ ' In a few moments he came back and poor Miss Cleaver was hurriedly taken down the freight elevator into a covered delivery wagon. 1 immedi- ately knew that an ambulance would be too conspicuous. It all seemed_so unfeeling to me. When I asked the doctor if she was being taken to the hos 1, at first he said no, and then he inform- ed me that Mr. Robinson had order- id her to 4 private hospital where she ould have every care and conse- uently have a great chance of re- ere is only a chanco~of re- ‘L.said in a-hushed voic 1 didn’t ‘say that, young woma: wered the doct “Th id tell by my appetite, - m stuck his n ly. Andy.with that he long lea neil of a beak quite twelve inches down in the ground and. pulled up Mister Cock-Chafer and ate him. ‘Handsome ix as handsome does,” shid he. Then he went to sleep again before the Twins could ask him a (To (Copyright, BARBS ie | BY TOM SIMS The first thing to do for a bad cold to look around and sce if you can find a handkerchief. e Continued) B 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) Most men have equal rights. Most of the arguing is done over their re- fusal to have equal wrongs. Even if a man isn't his brother's , TOMORROW: A keeper» there are times when he thinks his brother needs one. Many of us spend half our time! WHAT'S YOUR IDEA LIRE THAT ON A COGAN, WHITE WALL So % WON'T Foeser (Tt. is no need for you to stay here any longer. You may go back to your place in the store. And if I you I would say nothing about what you have seen here.” I didn’t deign to answer the man, who I could see was a regular old toady and hyperite. I was really faint and sick ys I took my post be- hind the counter. How I hated Robinson: How I hated all men. From Charlie Becker to Buddy Tremaine. From Mr. Hath- away, Senior, to Mr. Robinson. From Jimmy Costelto to Jerry. They were all obsessed with one thing. Whether they honorably propose marriage, or whether their proposi- tion was more ambiguous, they only bowed to and served the urge of the great power of the universe—sex. (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) ing for the things ‘which we could haye if we didn't spend half our time wishing. One morning we ‘got up and we couldn't sha because we couldn’t find our styptic pencil. ap until daylight isn't all because it takes you all night to do i seid s Almost every = man is.a woman- hater until he-xeaches the age of 16 or 17, So live that when you die your friends won't suspect one another of having poisoned you. 4Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) bs ee es | ATHOUGHT _ |; —_—— Love worketh no ill to his neigh: tbor; therefore love is the fulfilling of the law—Romans, 13:1 Heaven has no_ rage like love to atred turned.—Congrey hi SCRIBBLING. , the honeymoon. were th She expected“shim to, MM ee | THE STORY 80 FAR shadgws. » She’ had (picked the lust Sandy McNeil weds Ben Murillo, a} three roses, cream color with th | foreigner with latge wealth, to please! petals blown. ‘She lasned apeiset we | her parents. She-leaves the altar for| tree, watching the colors tossi ing on {a farewell meeting with Timmy, an| the waves. jold eweetheart, in. the garden of her| She wished whe. 3 far out there home in Santa Barbara. She tells; on the ocean. a Bad cried because Judith Moore, « San Francisco cousin,! she felt lonely gnd defenseless, who finds her thore, that she cannot’ Now she dtood with her hands be- | go with Murillo, But she does go on hind her head, taking slow sweet At Lake Tahoe she breaths, She ‘thought life had used ; Meets two Santa Barbara boy friends’ her bitterly. who invite the couple to a dinner, 4 er Suddenly she was aware of ‘dance. Murillo locks her in their| Murillo staring ‘at‘her. She didn't ‘room. Angered by this and other! know how long he had been there. lindignities, Sandy flees to her hante,! jand Murillo, in a rage, follows her | fal He said in.a confused \vhere and ‘plans to dake forceful| way: “Sandy.”’ Then he bent dewa possession of sher. Sandy vows she! and kissed her hand. will not return to’ him, She asks| She trembled. The tears flew to Judith to help: her. | her eyes. ale | “When?” he, asked. GO ON WITH THE STORY | She couldn't She was FROM HERE | both touched and stricken by the Chapter 16. | look we a unde Hen og a feeling He treated her with sarcasm and/9°,0f death in her hear’ resentmenk’ Mis cfee narrowed and §i0,pUt Ng arm about ler as they hes pekoenreos at her continu | She wanted greatly to cry. When ‘she looked loveliest, he fol-| ,, He Was unnerved with emotion. lowed her about, making little slur-| He tried to tell her that he under- le came toward her slowly, his flushed. ining remarks, pleased when he suc- Stood now. She could feel his ex- ceeded in hurting *her. Her coldness /"\83ces ° 6 Ge 4; lashed him to inner ‘faries and his! An tieough thy dinner she’ felt hurt pride kept goading ‘him to strike! ,, All, thro back; crash her as much as he could. it, His sister. was there. He Kept She was appalled at this intensity; ro Opehed the finest ofa ie ag of his. ° It gave a sense. of violence | owned—urged jigs cn Sent. es, he fine Feanle 2) ave e Felgtlone ys | She bawnlin talking with Béateioe, eild touting uiap heroncihe ny | They were talking of her. She tle ivory elephants in the cabinet or ne" this was @ hitter: thing to feel | Piet old wlcce of: welicare Tnuering |) aig sinton cates. over. offitiously, these treasures in a still, frightened |, seq he th ewe ys way, This was Murillo’s home. Rivne dee inte apoen ‘i seapeads bs [had ‘prepared it, for his bride. jee Tag ee ee ee eles rates | from the room, ~ She was his bride, but he hated! ' K hor. Sho felt like @ stranger here ,,/hat night she war standiig. at wea ekeet, Nader. cupictmiet.. Shel dase: aottiy! vee teak her tunis, moved about uneasily, rebellious and’ Gome softly. He took her hands, affled. {2 ; ‘him. She sj 3 She coald have loved this little) “t Jove to watch that light on the house. Nothing costly about it, but| Water. Don't ——~ i He laughed: “Sandy! Everything it had a charm. And that bedroom), He, laug! ‘s ything of hers with the big windows look-/'* different now.) jing out on the water and the after-| Continued.) Fs jRoon sun bringing out old blue and = se a gold in the Persian rug— ith | : — another she would jhave . flaunted f IN NEW YORK ; about, changing a picture here, a Jdrape’ there. She would have toed| *———— “© high and handsome! | instead, she was frozen with apa- thy and Murillo acted as though he jcould gladly kill her. The whole| bit of pin-money peddling the mas- thing was a desolate travesty. ter’s cast-off clothes to a large group She was partly to blame. Uncon-| of stores that deal in slightly used |sciously, of course, Dut inescapably | apparel. ‘to blame. She grew sick, admitting} So brisk is the trade that ah entire pes : commercial center has sprung up on | She did admit it—censured her-] Seventh avenue, between Sixteenth {self bitterly. She should ‘thaveland Nineteenth streets, though there Iknown how ‘she would feel; known] are thousands of such concerns scat- that she wanted love; waited a mil-| tered about the city. lion years, if need be. till it came tot The regular patrons of these places her. She grew quite wild asking! are a critical lot -and demand the herself how, how, how she had ever) pedigree of each article. Hence every been so blind. effort is made to keep the name of nue the heat would fly about her} the original owner neck. But she was into it. New York, June 3.--Butlers and servants in the homes of the. pros- perous New Yorkers make a . neat undisturbed on She would; most inside pockets. say: “I've got to face it! That's} Ww sujt onee worn by a banker, pict d rele chal back. Oh, be @ sport) broker, lawyer, or such always pout it)” “1 bri ¥ ‘ ibrings an extra several dollars. 1 She wondered incessantly what he] The shrewd dealer generally ar- would do when he found out—how ranges to have a picturesque history much longer she could keep it from! for a gutt of unusual, presentubility him. She lived if dread of the mo-/ and it has been said that the fiction ment of this discovery. jas extended to the placement of a She could be in his power then—| «good name” on an identification tag. completely, How he would roar) “the other day, 1 heard a slick: with laughter at her threat tq leave. ¢¢, Ny i ‘i Hoe he ey eRe eR & tongued salesman telling a highly She trembled Akinkine about. it,/ ouamented tale of how a certain suij But. she. would grit her teeth, deter. | had been Soi algal dt al ins ie "4 rams, Bae note back suit longer than.a week @nd has his gee not be cowed “by his) stuff made by the finest tailor. insotentiy, eda | Saat coeur hE tes expensive tailors do find their way 0 rl er. his iy vi; ‘enraged him, He wouldn't stop until | into these shops via the head butler. jhe had crushed ther. a Manhattan just innumerable now is a city | of yawning » chasms. In little ways he sought to break, ‘ | With skyscrapers springing’ up over tev expecied hee ee ane gone) Buti sight, subways being laid on Bighth wouldn't, though she hadn’t the|2Venue and old dwellings being torn down on every hand there’ is plenty to attract the attention.of the casual stroller, One gaping canyon at 5th street |and Fifth avenue has held spellbound He said a din- ito Los price of an ice cream soda, to her: “My sister is givi ner; get alnew gown. Go ‘Angeles for it.” The day at Nie ce nolerawds, due tos. spoctecalar thous) had still given her no money nor! 80mewhat primitive, method of rock- even the fare to Los Angel ,erushing engaged in. A huge metal But when he saw her in’a gown! ball, weighing several tons, is placed she had worn dozens of times, ‘he;}in the teeth of a derrick, lifted to full got white with ianger—a cruel| height and released, coming down on sensuous frenzy. | i stubborn rock with a crash that She flouted him: “Oh, keep your, shakes buildings for blocks -around eyebrows out bf your “hair, Beriny!|and never fails to get.a lot of “ahs” I'm good gnough:for Queen, Bazazas,! out of the girls. 8 let alone’ Bebe Murillo! “As for the| So fast are the changes on Fifth wn, you omitted ‘to ‘tellyme Which| avenue that an old lady who hadn't lay it is they give ‘dresses away in! been out of her ‘block in several Los Angeles.” pt {weeks wandered a few squares away “You're too proud to ask for the) and thought for a moment she was money, I suppose? Why didn’t you| lost. So little could sho recognize a take it then? You're ‘not too proud| certain block that she asked a traffic Pc take. Or have you changed? Thej policeman. He smiled and replied: allet is still in my pocket.” “Well, to be truthful, madam,/it was She never let him sec how these/ only the other mornin’ I wasn’t sure goads stung her. He was relentless.! this was my corner.” “Perhaps. you thought. when you; GILBERT. SWAN: marricd me, the walls would ‘be | (Copyright, 1926, NEA Servi@®, Inc.) pered. with nbac nd you'd) i Vave Sond tower ite car ada; < THIRD EASTER BIRTADAY maid and: what not?” Winsted, Conn.—Spencer U. Coe, She gmiled: “You read my, inmost, retired business man, horn Easter thoughts! Poverty and I are good! Sunday, April 4, 1858, this year had old pals, Bénny-you can’t make me| his third Easter birthday. mad leaving us aloney ers occurred. in 1915 He walked up, his , halt bared,| There'll not be another until 1990. ike hor. 5 sere | Relies of the glacial period, esti- ed to be from, 26,000 to "30,000 old, have been discovered by essor-Zeitz, of Freiburg Univer- ity, in several caves of the Black do you?’ t book hotly, Fore kent, Germany. Sandy, closed. the: Swalked| about..the. room. “He f61- 0 ° Igwed ‘her. “Oxy the Jovel, thous, Ekapper Fanny Says: why didjyou marty me?” | tie ie not. thigvinge Sth ing.’ i He rubbed his. palms ; together. “But you knew what, Eda doi when you, stayed-all night in » hill- side cabin.” 4 to shim, her| ‘She ‘had. hands B a te je. He atood be-i hind her, pressing his handg, on hers, | | laughing. softly, -“Really, when you considen some things, isn’t this cold- ness of yours a teifle overdone?” At these times Sandy.was afraid of | And one night he sat in thg Jiving room, watching sho J. Final; he got up and leaned over her shou! der. It was: love story... He laugh- ed; “You take it out, in. imagination re if him. He did things, that hinged Cae , ao ae eaees| Wr when ‘May .and Bernice: Arliss! ff dropped: jn’ and+Sandy<made them ai cup of tea. Murillo came home carly. He was Very suave. He went up. to it bi ut ti. || the Then. on ing the | dreaded ha ed ae weet the ler 5 ire. With bn old magnolia tise ena ea || igs. Tt was ‘th end of Sitoyet the setting san an a ah ae San dlnck. That face so pale and filled her eyes with SP ETTIREN SFE \ Spring poets get verse verse SOM Bo any ithe identification tag to be found in | “8

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