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

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PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH NEW YORK - - Fifth Ave. Bldg. | (Official City, State and County Newspayer) Advertising and Business challenged admiration, quite lost their heads and ex- ploded in a sputter of wrath and indignation. The Big Parade, as they interpreted it, was noth- ing more or less than an impudent piece of propa- ganda nicely calculated to give the impression that America won the war and that the British were mere supernumeraries. The resentment of the entire English press could not have been greater had there been evidence to show that President Coolidge and his cabinet, with the assistance of congress and the connivance of the department of state, had conspired to cast a deliberate and official affront upon our late allies. So high did feeling run that scores of {clever and able editors were momentarily bereft of their accustomed judicial poise and gave -utterance to sentiments which will scarcely bear cool exam- ination. u private commercial venture and had no national or political significance whatsoever. Though the fiercest of these critics had not a —j logical leg to stand on, it is still quite possible ty | {understand their irritation and to regard it with | tolerant sympathy. Had this been a British pic- ture, the British Licn would have roared rough music into British ears and the Eagle would have been a: dumb as any oyster. Being an American produc- tion, and primarily for American consumption, the Eagle did the screaming and the Lion furnished the silence. What else could have been expected? Advertising and business are close partners, They | are -responsively sympathetic. In the times of the} years ago advertising was good in periods when | business was good, and if there was a panic adver-, tising slumped. iow there is less indication that business affects advertising in as great a degree as | advertising affects business. In the old times mer-! chants, for example, advertised in the local papers | liberally when business was high, spirits high, cash | plentiful and when they “felt that they could afford to spend money with the newspapers.” But that} era has passed. Business men put their first-rank business judg-} mént, sense, skill into their advertising campaigns; | for on these advertising campaigns depends the vol- | ume of their business. Competition is sharp; if | business is good they advertise to keep it so and to] get their own share and a little more if possible of what's doing in the trading line; if business “off” | then they realize the absolute necessity for adver- { tifng for a number of good reasons. In the old tim ing into the busine he business man put advertis- | s system,only when he thought the rong enough to stand it, nowadays he feeds his business a regular dict of advertising to} keep its circulation normal, its strength vigorous, | its growth ly; he gi it the extra treatment when he finds that a tonic or a stimulant is most required. | Business men are coming to the sane view of ad- vertising as an element, a.vital, everyday, regular, steady clement in busine: New Lives in Old Bodies What is perhaps the greatest single piece of edu- cational endeavor ever undertaken has been com- pleted by the government. Approximately 10,000 ; veterans of the world war have been rehabilitated by | vocational training since that service was established six years ago, President Coolidge has signed a bill extending the work for one year for the benefit of 2000 men, near- l¥ half of whom are in colleges and universities. Neither the number of beneficiaries nor the| atount expended ($641,501,026) makes the project, as noteworthy as does the immeasurable saving to| tle men themselves and to the country at large. And that economic importance is overshadowed by a réalization of the unquenchable spirit of determina- tion that carried these partly wrecked men through to a victory more bitterly won than any they gained at the front. “It would have been easy for these men to have fallen back in dependency upon their government, their counties or their relatives. They could have sgid, “We ruined our lives in fighting for you—it’s your turn now.” But instead: The blind man tunes pianos, canes chairs, makes brooms; the armless man is a teacher, feu iF it is an art. The perennial English criticism that many Ameri- can movies are childish, trivial or in bad taste is much worthier of respectful consideration. It may be true and there may be a good reason for the truth. Hollywood makes no secret of the fact that it is not in the movie business for its health The magnates of the industry have openly declared that they are | purveyors of thrills, laughter and heart throbs to the many and not to the few. If they are to break even they must cater net only to the tastes but to the intellects of the hufdred million rather. than to those of the hundred thousand. The audiences that pro- ducers visualize are not those of educated Philadel- phia or of sophisticated London, but assemblages of plain people of all ages who will not be put off with dramatic subtleties they cannot grasp. Cultivated London critics who deplore the quali ties and tendencies of the less admirable American movies do so in much the same terms as those em- ployed by their American brethren. There is a con- siderable body of sound and well-informed crit ny of motion pictures on both sides of the Atlantic; but much of it quite misses the point because it dis- s an industry under the misapprehension that This is a serious error. Painting is an art. It can develop along its own lines because the painter paints at his own risk. In the event of fail- These things were said in the heat of ex- | asperation and despite the fact that the picture was | THE STORY SO FAR | y McNeil, in love with life, Ben Murillo, a rich Italia! ure, he alone is the loser. Even the novelist has a scope almost as broad. If his work shows any promise at all, he has a good chance of finding a publisher who will run the risk of losing two or three thousand dollars in the hope that he has dis- covered a genius, or, what he is apt to regard as even better, a best seller. Much of our current fiction sees the light as a resujt of this policy. The movie magnate can afford few such conces- sions to uncertain art. Where the book publisher thinks in thousands, the picture producer deals in hundreds of thousands, and he is afraid to let his production stray too far from paths which experi- ence has taught him are safe and smooth and some- where have a homeward turning, The fundamental disadvantage which cramps the development of art in the movies is this: Art may continue to be as free as air as long as she will pay her own way and ask no man for financial backing: but the more cash she demands for her adequate self-expression, the more cautious her backers. be- come, Such are the conditions which, to the outsider, to- day appear to dominate the silent drama. . But much may happen and is likely to happen to better the situation Sereen drama is still based upon the youngest of the arts. Despite the swiftness with which it has been maturing, it is still as leggy and gangling as « week-old calf. It is entirely too seon to expect it to have shaped up into forms of comely and sympathetic beauty. It is too early to look for the high peak of creative genius upon horizons so to please her impoverished famil Tyranny by ‘Murillo and /frequent follow. A son dies at birth. 1, her unele, aids in plans] 4 for Sandy and her mother to take a| mined trip to Honolulu. There she meets| shaw Ramon Worth, who saves her life| ders. in the surf. On the same steamer] to home he declares his love. Murillo|-roses in our little garden of love! says he will never release her. Ju-| It dith tells Sandy everything. f she goes for a tryst with Ra- n. He appears unexpected! party she is giving for her fri After the party he strikes her, She! W leaves his house and accepts’ the] face the facts?” They kindly attentions of Ramon, whose home che She then accepts a positi and boards out, spending occ with Ramon at h summoned ‘home ai mon, promising to she is free. He mects her cinity of their home one et and they are disturbed by so’ GO ON WITH THE STORY FROM HERE Chapter 67 The man slouched against the shed came slowly to life. He took an im- mense pipe from his mouth, mumbling, ened?” She laughed a little, feeling her mind reel: “It's all right!” = And furched heavily against Ramon. His arm supported her: “Don’t be med. That was nothing. The ight watchman, Dearest—” They swept along the pier. “Hur- ry! Night watehman—you : don’t know. Now—oh, Lord . . .” “Why, you're not that frightened? expect the first or the last of our kind to find the going hard?” lo overtakes} Sandy! Stop!” But she now ‘pedher in and stood with his head ely: he got [yeh thew! She ‘was shaking. She went over| He the ‘things she had said. Her teeth chattered with She felt his hands gripping her wrists; brea’ thinking heavily: “ Lord—! wish he'd talk. he ever going to talk?” | Sorry, ludv. Didn't see you? Fright-| toared in her ears, but her mind was| They came to the hill where they had often stopped. He asked dully: “Do you want to stop? Do you want ” a now?’ Fora long. while they lence. ELENORE MEHERIN this? Do you think we're hy you don't know what you're Don't 1?” She flung from . going with her quick, deter- step onward, dashing the rrogantly about her shoul-| hi jon’t 1? But I know enough; see that the world isn’t sowing| Sandy never does for its Red Lilies!” ‘Sandy, for the love of God! Oh, felt hard and bright “ thump your We are what we are! can’t you be sport enough to she ‘the automobile the shadows. Ramon reached rked in :d, staring down the road. Pres- —began to driv "She without speaking: once looking at her. mure thei heard his long, rasping and drew herself down,, li sat in gi- Then she flung the shawl off ugh it strangled her and said breaking voice: “Well, .if ing to sit here like a mute, “Isn't it true? | knew that. got to endure thing: ‘good to pity my It w ried Jast year as well as now not asking you to do the i Only to keep on as don’t want to “You won't “No. I'm married. elf n't. You were do this.” see that I ct it. Oh, Ramon ‘TShe doubted her ey: _.| posal, believing that her Her Own Way IT 18 DISHONORABLE TO LISTEN Although he didn’t deserve it, 1 | couldn’e elp feeling a little bit sorry for Mr. Robinson. Poor old man! He seemed to have time since I aged ten years in th saw him the day before and this mornii Ire: had much more respect for him than for Doctor Flint, whom I knew to be one of those men who would sacrifice anything for money and a certain standing with his em- joyer. y Pointedly I turned away from th doctor and —_ directly to M: inson, “I will not sta; tf longe: T said, “for evidently I will be qui in the way if you wish to consult with Doctor Flint.” T turned to go with sinking bigest The day was passing rapidly. 1 had to have that money some way, and I Was sure that hypocritical doctor would keep Mr. Robinson as long as he could. Much to my delight, however, Mr. Robinson said, “Miss Dean, will you step into my office and wait? I will be down immediately, and I want to wee is i jon ar commission, was. always a leman. ‘As T deft the room 1 heard Doctor uaa Flint “Why did yon ee Knowledge ta tach girl chat you hed tT atopped quickly jest outside the ~ just out door, Pines it as not honorable to do so, but I told myself that the T had determined Poor little Joan. “T n't see thet I could do any differently, Flint,” I heard Mr. Rob- i wearily. . “I shocked tn my Hite hen after jocked in m; wi had glibly told Miss Deen that Mi Cleaver was sufi i tic fit to have ie] into my hands and express the ‘ion that poor. Marthe a had take: son. She.teid me she had up from the floor beside he: “Why didnt you tell me, Flint, that Miss Dean was up there whe you reached Martha Cleaver? Cer- tainly you must know that Miss Dean is one of the cleverest girls that ever made her appearence in this store. You could never brow beat her and cow her as you have done to many of the other girls—" “At your request,” broke in Doctor Flint bitterly. (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) TOMORROW: An Epitaph: room, Isabel greeted her with a shy) smile. Come here, dear. I've something for you.” She handed a letter in a bi envelope: “Read it, and come back when Sandy. turned over the. document in a stricken astonichment. It was from her ‘husband—from- Ben Mur- ite, hi Chapter 68 She read and began to laugh—choking with hamt, hysterical - laughter. Ben Murillo wanted her back. He would “jeven make concessions—magnificent ssions to ‘her, return. letter my wife, Alexandra Murillo, 1 herewith offer the following pro- interest even more than my own will be fur- You) thered by its acceptance. I have sor- T can't undo it. So Iv Will it do any mar- 1 ble. | You It’s almost madness to why’ can't'on this proposition. for what we've ‘hi Why do you want to turn it all into a trégedy so that we'll regret’ we ever started it. hours will become hateful. t his arm about her, clo is over hers, his head low- All those roe er you sa! “Don’t ask more than I can Ramon. Don’t see me for a while.” “T can write?” ely “breathe. led, She fel “It would be better if you didn't.” “And this is our farewell?” “For now.” “And will you kiss me?” She drew his face to hers. And! thi kpew by the quiet and the pal- lor that he was still only with a deadly excitement. She kissed him. She asked: “What are you thinking, Ramon?” f you.” could sca: put her lips on She eyes and mur- ‘You were wonderful to me."| d rowed di her absence, ret hip bid m i and children might be happy. These hopes are now blasted and t am per- manently deprived of these natural! joys unless she will act favorably I therefore of- ‘er these concessions, believing that) hereby all causes of friction de- tween us will be eliminated: “First—I_ will settle on my wife monthly allowance of $50, which if; sho may use entirely as spending money. I will ask for no accounting! of this money, and should she prove wise in its expenditure I will in- 1) crease the monthiy . Tha settlement will ¢ontinue as long as| she conducts herself with propriety such as I ‘have aright to expect in the woman who bears: my name. “Second—I_ will not interfere in the friendships of my wife and, grant her the privy! any such d: chooses in’ my home and pense. pe .“Third—I will put aside my objec-| tion to women: -smoking and’ the indulgenee of . this the stipulation that she smoke more than four cigarettes a jay. “Fourth—I si She stole back through the grape-| Aj felt icy. She stoo i to herself a é “Always flike this— | one who grieves and one who got One who loves and one: who weari Life is terrible es Toward morning she dozed, She}: awakened with a start, remembering] the white, set look of how ‘he had spoken’ wh bantered. “Oh, 1 si have jum He might do this! He mi; ready have drownéd himself. deadly quiet of his v “ihe decided to, phone, She put ¢ decided to phone. She got up stole through~the terrible d into the bay!” her. hall it _al- The now laid a Alice| Th face and je. had pose you would ter, Beatrice Murillo, accompany m, fe and advise on the purchase, 4 “I ask in return only that my wife back to our home and. that our. Sandy went sharply to her mother's oe the letter on the little commode, r lips parted with her swift, flaming breath. Isabel reached out ‘her hand, a Pleased, childlike smile on her | ‘Sandy—look—” Ben Murillo was entering the room. long, eyebrows archel, rooms, her head very high. She drop-! the channel. She legged, thinking dumbly ‘Lord, suppose he didn't come back? Lord, what a. mess I’ve made of things!” She had come out blindly, resum- ing the fear of the night—the fear for Ramon. Only find out that he was safe—that he'd done no ghast- desperate thing. She crossed the wide lobby where children were playing and old ladies sat about the crackling logs. She. mustered a quiet voice and asked for him. The clerk turned slowly, looked i ‘the pigeon holes above the desk. “He's gone—checked out.” “When?” ‘ “Last night, 1 believe. No—it may have been very early this morning.” A flurry of tears came dashing to her eyes. She went out, burning and shaken. 3 She went to the telegraph office, intending to send a brief wire. Bat Sarah Munsing was at the desk. of a Sarah Munsi The worst of it, -living in a sm place like this—everyone knowing your business! So she wrote to him. And for three days went about sick with ap- prehension. She bought the Los An- geles papers, scanning. the notices of the suicides. She dreamed of Remon washed up on the beach. She saw ‘his tall, gal- lant form lying with the face half ‘buried in the sands—the bdgown, sinewy hands clutched, grimy with seaweed. The scene of their farewell re- curred. His quiet and deadly excite-- ment when he asked: “And will you kiss me?’ She wished now that she had gone on evading—why had she met the issue? issues like this can’t be met! » She became intensely. nervous, fi avaiding her mother's eyes. It nd.’ 3 ik about him. T never want to hear of him—mother, please! Yet it was almost as bad to have isabel watching her—turning the wmeat, shallow cyes upward plead- ingly. d, where is ‘he! Why couldn't © ‘he write?” she said. again and in. The fifth day word came—a little gray box. Within was square cut emerald set in a ring—the clearest, lovliest 4 membrancc. Chapter 69 Sandy turned the ring in her beim. She sat down, cold with dread, e i well go on.” the starter. Don’t be so whispered: “Who's' there? Sandy?” She crept back to bed Just like that Alice. asleep! he got ex- Sandy, why darling—poor little dar-| ™' ing to be remembered, = rim, despond- azlawyer, a salesman; the legless man keeps books, | lately discovered, ling” She recalled him in ree since that makes shoes; another, partly paralyzed, mend: Genius of a new order will one day come to de- Cae ee ee Watches; and so on through a list of 425 professions | liver art from her bonds and shackles. The deed Sees aca hilae oie and trades. 'will be done by those who have learned how to] alarms. She went 2To the nation goes the saving; to the veterans’ | frame an effective appeal to every layer of humanity ane: leaped hte bureau goes the credit for having made these things! in every land rather than to certain elements in pbssible, and to that validnt hundred thousand goes | certain countries. Their universality will be the wind hitting the waves. | EVEREITTRUE - BYCONDO | je put his hand over hers, warm- Se CONDO lee : : oe ing them. Then she looked | EVERETT TRUE BY recognition for still another service to their country. credentials of their genius. Consi@er, for illustra- ev peel “We can't do this. Ra-, jtion, the Twenty-third Psalm. We know that it mon, We can’t go on like th : Lives and Dollars Lost ‘a work of inspiration or of genius, because where-| {You let everything trouble you.” ee a , oles 5 fe SRESM og Td ue TO MY GARDEN. I'vG CONS OVER POR | i ¥ Pies or ' ’'m not troubled at all. I’m only It would have been a good. thing for anyone who ever the Bible is read it is daily bringing cheer and SSTICSMENT, | ‘ 1 expectantly, as though he had di Why couldn't she el something’ beautiful ‘and now wetted fe ue tel obo = af iy, her back betf turned. felt kimono accosted them - jen she went to ter mother's dignation: Issel dying £5 maneuver; ago, <0er? Tecaled hn moods of ree Ha, tyrannical, reconciliation: She petty ithe ht: “He's done it!” ere is cats ew “You have read bronzed, and laugh a rf. Too vi je was oO iit laee, Mecha Hate, olin | ate and ial" for a conadly Sud swung about,. avoiding him, walki like a flash’ to the wind "the! the ring her little fin- far end ef the tens, pr eg Dey Sr i roing tt adc, and forth. He followed. “Sandy, have you: iii iy read? You think well of it? Shall I give you a ilittle time“to consider?” Her back to him, her chill; gers toying with tl tal migt""when the ‘girl th the” purpl up fecling weak and when the girl in the purple think you m-at the cot- |. Sandy.” e dant like ig . divtractedly: the truth, Why won't : sill looks at war through romantic eyes to have been | confidence to the highest and to the lowest. No in- a themselves for love if the neighborhood of the arsenal explosion the|tellect is too mean to comprehend its purport; no other day. mind is so great or so learnéd §ait0 We able to look iu face it tea Why do you put it all! er” H up to i “What do you mean? ‘ “I mean that here in this town,; where I know everybody, I can’t * According to hard-boiled marine officers, it was just like a busy sector of the western front during : the height of the German offensive. There certainly was nothing romantic about the ‘down upon it. Its appeal is universal, agg, this iz cne of the chiefest badges of its authority’ Much ‘that is possible to words is possible to pictures. Few of us are so superior that we can find noth- take the chance of being seen. Now; with my mother so sick, I don’t) want to do it.” | ‘You don't mean that I'm not to 7 at all? You can’t want this, + ij t py eee Her vol oe we r reached Teabel’s bed. bs aaa: d The murmur rose and fell. . hurried, paused, dro: tone was so beautiful its limpid gleam. H ia The si studied filled. propelled by a fiendis New Jersey tragedy. Property damage runs to more ger she could no thea. hundred million dollars, something like two score were killed and several hundred wounded. And that is-all that war amounts to—loss of life property The difference is that war is not ac- tdi, as this explosion was. It is premeditated. ing to praise in the movies, even with their present "imitations. Curiously enough, those who denounce them most bitterly find it hardest to keep away from them. This appears to be especially the case in England. Is it not fair to suggest to these captious critics on both sides of the Atlantic that they save | their quarters and shillings and stay away from the ‘picture houses until the arrival of the celluloid mil- |Jennium or else sit down before the silver screen in | faith, hope and charity, and make the best of it? heart for things now.’ He raised ‘his head, ‘drawing a long, slow breath. “And I'm npt to see you agai ’m not to come? Sandy, I've gone back to Los An- geles just to be near you. And! “went out and took a lo e bl the -hills, but ehe coulda THE CAW SAXS (IT'S UP To THS OWNSR (Continued on page seven.) To FURNISH ADEQuUATS PROTECTION netWhat can I do? Why won't you! [AGAINST STRAY ANIMALS AND FoOWLCS.,, be honest, Ramon? You can see—” TWEESFORmS I RSFUSS TO FAY, - He gripped his hands on her! e wrists, standing before her, his head; thrown back. “Yes, I can seef Sce/ t? 1 ‘Hive/twithout you—"! “Oh, don’t get lugubrious about it! | Don’t get tragic! It's not terrible as all this, Ramon!” ‘He stared at her, wiped his hand| slowly over his forehead: “Is that, : may Ne friends? 1 may ive Murillo's advice? 'f do 1 ask no permission from. the tillos. Your name?’ I 2 3! American Movies and British Critics : Y (The Satuedey ‘Evening Post) : | (Chicago Daily Tribune) * Wo British editors in search of an appropriate desk | puskin Killed two men, For the killing of the wpito we suggest the legend God Bless Hollywood: | si5.¢, Shanahan, his defense was self-defense. ‘The ‘The Durkin Verdict wal State street before ‘I'd take a copper penny fr brute like you!” Her eyes gli! tering like fiery deg- rs, she turnéd. She eew his white, ecchless face—his face. blasted whenever an English journalist is at loss for a Pt e for a sure-fire Jeading article—the insular jury did not believe him, but it was: not ready to hang him. It would have been a more effective ‘the way you feel, Sandy?” “[ can't ‘help it. You weigh me down. You get so doleful, as though the world Vote shock and pallor. ‘She walke: ap Bvalent for “editorial” —He ig -ajuiont peat" deterrent of murderous violence if the death pen- 4 off a few stinging paragraphs re a layed alty had been exacted. Durkin says he would have i h as Meeerence and general banality displaye preferred it. It may be, but we don’t believe it. ing the latest popular movie Aid from Ainerica. Too many convicted murderers have done their ut- F thus freed his mind and filled his column,| » 04+ to escape the gallows and been glad of a com- é {ree to slip over to the nearest cinema and en- mutation. Who can blame them, especially when we another hour of not unpleasant irritation wit-| member the parole system as managed of late? ing another celluloid drama off the same reel. |“ Hurkin was proved a killer. He carried on his weeks, ago the first showing in London of | ne¢arious activities with a gun to back him. There ee putt ‘eo Bs Parade sharpened i,'no reason to doubt that he was ready to kill and r grievance against coming to an end, be-| cause we're not to see each other for @_ while! We're not so important.| The heav won't fall if we don't get what we want!’ , - Bis mouth dropyed sek. He said Prov es ough you ya God, as. though y have it yr” She VERY WELL, THEN — Now FoR Some PROTSS TION fi th : “You talk stare tad! to have tt avert® she felt cold over le oppressed. “Answer me, would is to be 17 en oh years’ imprisonment, unless there is revergal, we | whi gad now only hope that it is to be 36 years with a parole and perhaps s al “Do a